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What a shocking night for reality television. First, former favorite Nnena was voted off America’s Next Top Model. Next, former favorite Kelli Pickler was voted off American Idol. I didn’t want either to win, but they both shocked the hell out of me. It was a good night. – I’ve been watching a lot of movies lately. Here are some ten word reviews: The Hills Have Eyes: Can’t anyone make scary movies anymore? That matches scene? Please. Thank You for Smoking: Great satire. Aaron Eckhart HOT. Katie Holmes now permanently repulsive. Silent Hill: Radha Mitchell UNCONVINCING. Video game way scarier. What a disappointment. Adam & Steve: Parker Posey makes mediocre movie great. Craig Chester’s smile BEAUTIFUL. Sophie’s Choice: Meryl Streep is GOD. Brilliant, heart-breaking performance. Kevin Kline SCARY. What’s Up, Doc?: Ryan O’Neal was GORGEOUS. Barbra can do anything. Hilaaarious movie. – I went to a Broadway benefit yesterday and Julia Roberts made a surprise appearance at the end with Harry Connick, Jr. and Ana Gasteyer. I’ll never like her, but she had her homely little charm. I still don’t get it, though. But yeah, I breathed the air of someone who breathed the air of someone who breathed the air of JULIA…!!!OMG. filed under: misc | comments: 5 comments |
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Bad picture, but… I got a mullet.
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The New Yorker has it all. Seriously. The latest issue discusses everything from the history of smuggled Chinatown immigrants (Did you know that one woman was the key figure in a three and a half BILLION dollar people-smuggling empire that led to the Chinese immigrant population in the US growing tenfold in less than 20 years?), to cannibalism in the 1740s Wild West, to Al Gore’s upcoming documentary on the frightening state of the environment (more on that one later). Forgive that run-on sentence, but this magazine is juicy. – Columbia is giving me $5300 for the first year. Hopefully, I will get $3000-$4000 from New York State; I won’t find out until they pass the state budget, which is late for the year as usual. The school costs $1301 per credit; I plan to take at least 12 credits a semester. And then there are books and living expenses. This is all adding up to me applying for every private scholarship I can even loosely qualify for this summer. And then still taking out massive loans. If I’m lucky, year one will be the only serious debt-piler. I hear that if I get really involved (giving campus tours, doing school activities) and perform really well academically, I will get monumentally more aid in the subsequent years. This is why I plan on not keeping my job. I really, really, really have to focus on school. The stakes are too high. Maybe I can work a nice little work-study job for 15 hours or so a week, but definitely not my current job. I am going to defy statistics. I am going to succeed. I’ve done it before in moving here; I will do it again in the next stage of my life. filed under: misc | comments: 3 comments |
There is nothing better than sitting back in bed on a rainy night and reading The New Yorker. I just subscribed to the magazine (along with New York and Vanity Fair) in an attempt to become more informed and well-read, thinking that the process of switching from trashy tabloids to substantial journalism might be a little arduous, but I have been pleasantly surprised thus far.|
I just want to share the most amazing music video with everyone (thanks Perez!). The Dixie Chicks’ new single, “Not Ready to Make Nice,” is astounding; it is the epitome of everything that makes them one of the most trailblazing and groundbreaking acts out there. The song addresses the fallout of their choice a few years ago to speak out against President Bush and the Iraq War. Being a country act, the group received much harsher retribution than most musicians, incuding death threats, public CD burnings…every ridiculous thing that you can think of. When I heard their new single was a response to this, I thought it would be some sassy, in-your-face number, but it is so much more than that. It is beautifully written, melancholy, touching. I read an article recently about how the group picked this as their first single even though they knew it wouldn’t get any country radio support. They were right; only a handful have the guts to support the group. Girls, you have my support.
Forgive sounds good / Forget, I’m not sure I could / They say time heals everything / But I’m still waiting I’m though with doubt / There’s nothing left for me to figure out / I’ve paid a price / And I’ll keep paying I’m not ready to make nice / I’m not ready to back down / I’m still mad as hell / And I don’t have time to go round and round and round / It’s too late to make it right / I probably wouldn’t if I could / Cause I’m mad as hell / Can’t bring myself to do what it is you think I should I know you said / Can’t you just get over it? / It turned my whole world around / And I kinda like it I made my bed / And I sleep like a baby / With no regrets / And I don’t mind saying / It’s a sad sad story when a mother will teach her daughter that she oughta hate a perfect stranger / And how in the world can the words that I said / Send somebody so over the edge / That they’d write me a letter / Saying that I better / Shut up and sing or my life will be over filed under: misc and music | comments: 3 comments |
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So, I’m off to the gym again. I run four (continuous!) miles nonstop on Monday, and I’m trying to ride the wave of motivation. I have decided that enough is enough. I’m tired of false promises to myself; I’m tired of false starts. It’s time to get hot…or die tryin’. Suggestion Box: I have suffered a life-long curse of ethnicity, the dreaded stretch marks. I just bought some cocoa butter to see if that will help. Does anyone have any experience in the matter? Obviously, I’ve learned to live with them after 10 years, but I am so not one of those “They’re battle scars. They’re beautiful.” people. I had a fight with someone over the fact that I go go and do coat check in my underwear. He called me trash and said it’s an unjustifiable objectification of my body. I was offended until he suggested I be a waiter instead, after which I just laughed and said “Peace, you bitchy queen.” You know, I’m very comfortable with my body. It’s taken a long time to get here. And if I don’t mind showing it off and making some money, then that is my prerogative and I don’t feel that I need to justify it. I work 50 hours a week, I got into an Ivy League. I’m doing my thing, and I’m doing it well. filed under: misc | comments: 7 comments |
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