This summer I will:
Literature/ Writing:
finish Vanity Fair
read at least three new books, including one classic
get turned on to some new poets
write poetry
work on my novel
keep a diary and/or weblog
Music:
sing. a lot.
learn a few new arias
play piano
play cello
play guitar
write some songs
compose
record my compositions
listen to some new music
Art
more sketching
create things for my walls at school
sew
paint
take many photographs
Health
yoga!
bike wherever i can
limit the bad foods i eat
work in the garden
spend as much time outdoors as possible
learn to cook
Money
jobs: summer camp, shoe store, occupational therapy assistant, babysitting
raise $1800 for college
earn more than i spend
Misc.
go on more adventures.
Tuesday, May 22, 2007
Sunday, February 25, 2007
The Most Fabulous Night of the Year
Well, I'm back. I thought I had given up on the blogging thing, but I can't sit through more than forty minutes of Oscar red carpet footage before I start itching for a keyboard to provide my own personal commentary.
The thing you may not have realized about me is that I am a secret fashion addict. Those familiar with my daily wardrobe may beg to differ, but my less-than-stellar outfits are more a result of my empty pocketbook than anything else. If I had the kind of money that most of tonight's red-carpeters are used to throwing around, you can bet that I would be looking quite a bit better. As it is, I suppose that you could say my fashion addiction is, for the meantime anyway, in the closet.
All right, that's enough groaning.
But on to the real reason for this re-entry into the blogging world.
Actually, I would like to start by saying that Joan Rivers is a certified crazy woman. And what is up with the gigantic scarlet fur mountain on her back? Also, her face. What is up with her face?
Ok, moving on. Peter O'Toole just appeared. I think he is probably about 96 years old, but I am still in love with him. He is wearing a smoking jacket, as far as I can tell. Brilliant, Peter. Please don't die in the near future.
As far as men go, Peter is just about the most adventurous that I've seen. Everyone else seems to be going with the black tux, white shirt, black bowtie combination, which is always classy but incredibly boring. Oh wait, scratch that. You know who looks smoking? Djimon Honsou. What a babe. Humans of the male persuasion be aware: brown suits are the way to go. Especially when they match your skin so flawlessly. Mmm.
You know what is a very unfortunate trend in the menfolk tonight? Both Leo and Tobey are sporting the 1950's greasy slicked-back hairdo. Blech. This is a look that should have gone away in the year 1960 and never returned. Leo's gained some weight in the last few years, and by combing all his hair back, he isn't exactly doing much to downplay it, especialy if you consider that his adorable 90's boy haircut probably had a lot to do with his heartthrob status back in the day. Ah well, he continues to be dreamy despite some rather obvious stylistic flaws.
Moving right along. Abigail Breslin is freaking adorable. However her cupcake dress borders on horrifically cutesy, which is exactly the type of little girl that she wasn't in Little Miss Sunshine. But she looks so damn excited to be there that I guess I can't fault her for wanting to be a princess.
So who looks gorgeous? Reese Witherspoon and Gwyneth Paltrow are both doing the whole river-of-gold hair thing, which is always classy (Nicole Kidman has the same idea, but I'm not sure how I feel about her gigantic neckline, although she pulls of the color of her dress quite well). Penelope Cruz is beautiful as always, and for once her breasts aren't the center of attention (not that this is ever a bad thing when it comes to Penelope Cruz). Helen Mirren looks amazing. The color of her dress is absolutely perfect.
Anne Hathaway has some weird bow thing going on, but other than that, she is positively glowing. That woman is definitely number three on the list of girls who would turn me gay, and Natalie and Keira are MIA, so I guess Anne wins for the most bangable of the evening. Her Devil Wears Prada costar, Emily Blunt, also looks great, although the dress is a bit too Little Mermaid for my tastes. Kirstin Dunst is an absolute cutie. Her dress fits a little strangely, but its a wonderful color on her, and her hair is beautiful.
Jada Pinkett and Will Smith are adorable as usual, although Jada's dress is a bit intense. Their son is even cuter than Abigail, if that's possible.
As for the opposite end of the spectrum: who is that crazy lady with the Toreador outfit and the unfortaunte boobage? Someone needs to slip some tranquilizers in her champagne. I heard her mentioning something about Kabbalah. I don't ven want to know. Jennifer Lopez is also especially bad. Her face and hair are gorgeous, but they can't save her from that baby-doll diamond disaster. She could be four months pregnant and no one would have any idea. Is she pregnant? Anyone know?
And how about John Travolta and Kelly Preston? Someone needs tell Kelly know that leopard print well never, ever be fashionable. And if you are going to the Oscars as a couple, it's worth putting a little effort into at least attempting to match. Much like loud animal prints, black with brown will never make any statement other than "I am in desperate need of a new stylist!"
Cameron Diaz has a beautiful dress, but her skin is the most arresting shade of orange I have ever scene. With her crazy, wind-swept, dried-out hair, she looks like she spent the day baking in the sun on the beach and only left with ten minutes to get ready.
Worst of the evening, though? (Well, Toreador woman is the most frightening, but I don't even know who the hell she is, so she doesn't matter.) Jennifer Hudson. What on earth is with the jacket? It looks like something she bought at the mall. Her brown dress is a great color, but she absolutely ruins it with that horror. And will someone get her hands out of her pockets? I can't beleive nobody could bother to take ten minutes to explain to Jennifer Hudson how she is supposed to act on the red carpet. Blowing kisses is always dangerous, she comes off more Lindsay Lohan than Beyonce, which is never good. And her crazed waves at the paparazzi are no better. The poor girl is at a complete loss for what to do.
The award for worst boobs definitely goes to Jessica Biel. Two words, darling: Breast. Petals. There is no excuse for nipples on Oscar Night.
Also, Eddie Murphy's mustache is uneven, and it is bothering the crap out of me.
Who else stood out? Jodie Foster's hair was especially nice. Maggie Gyllenhal looked very lovely, and she was standing up straight for once, which is nice to see. Mark Wahlberg: sexy as usual. Meryl Streep has a bit of a werid boho thing going on, but she can actually pull it off. Her daughter looks pretty too. But maybe I'm just biased because one is a Vassar alum and the other is graduating next year. Kate Winslet is beautiful, and her dress is a great color. Rinko Kikuchi is downright delicious.
Unfortunately, I haven't see all of my favorites: as I mentioned before, Natalie Portman and Keira Knightley are tragically nowhere to be found, which is a shame considering how classy they always look. George Clooney, sexiest man in the world, also has yet to put in an appearance. Rachel McAdams and Renee Zelweger also have not shown up. I suppose in the next four hours, we migt get glimpse of them in the audience, but nothing compares to a full length red carpet shot.
I would also just like to take this moment to say that I would absolutely have sex with Steve Carrell without a moment's thought.
Well, it's T-minus three minutes until the big moment, so I'll be signing off to enjoy all of that. Have a fabulous evening, everyone.
The thing you may not have realized about me is that I am a secret fashion addict. Those familiar with my daily wardrobe may beg to differ, but my less-than-stellar outfits are more a result of my empty pocketbook than anything else. If I had the kind of money that most of tonight's red-carpeters are used to throwing around, you can bet that I would be looking quite a bit better. As it is, I suppose that you could say my fashion addiction is, for the meantime anyway, in the closet.
All right, that's enough groaning.
But on to the real reason for this re-entry into the blogging world.
Actually, I would like to start by saying that Joan Rivers is a certified crazy woman. And what is up with the gigantic scarlet fur mountain on her back? Also, her face. What is up with her face?
Ok, moving on. Peter O'Toole just appeared. I think he is probably about 96 years old, but I am still in love with him. He is wearing a smoking jacket, as far as I can tell. Brilliant, Peter. Please don't die in the near future.
As far as men go, Peter is just about the most adventurous that I've seen. Everyone else seems to be going with the black tux, white shirt, black bowtie combination, which is always classy but incredibly boring. Oh wait, scratch that. You know who looks smoking? Djimon Honsou. What a babe. Humans of the male persuasion be aware: brown suits are the way to go. Especially when they match your skin so flawlessly. Mmm.
You know what is a very unfortunate trend in the menfolk tonight? Both Leo and Tobey are sporting the 1950's greasy slicked-back hairdo. Blech. This is a look that should have gone away in the year 1960 and never returned. Leo's gained some weight in the last few years, and by combing all his hair back, he isn't exactly doing much to downplay it, especialy if you consider that his adorable 90's boy haircut probably had a lot to do with his heartthrob status back in the day. Ah well, he continues to be dreamy despite some rather obvious stylistic flaws.
Moving right along. Abigail Breslin is freaking adorable. However her cupcake dress borders on horrifically cutesy, which is exactly the type of little girl that she wasn't in Little Miss Sunshine. But she looks so damn excited to be there that I guess I can't fault her for wanting to be a princess.
So who looks gorgeous? Reese Witherspoon and Gwyneth Paltrow are both doing the whole river-of-gold hair thing, which is always classy (Nicole Kidman has the same idea, but I'm not sure how I feel about her gigantic neckline, although she pulls of the color of her dress quite well). Penelope Cruz is beautiful as always, and for once her breasts aren't the center of attention (not that this is ever a bad thing when it comes to Penelope Cruz). Helen Mirren looks amazing. The color of her dress is absolutely perfect.
Anne Hathaway has some weird bow thing going on, but other than that, she is positively glowing. That woman is definitely number three on the list of girls who would turn me gay, and Natalie and Keira are MIA, so I guess Anne wins for the most bangable of the evening. Her Devil Wears Prada costar, Emily Blunt, also looks great, although the dress is a bit too Little Mermaid for my tastes. Kirstin Dunst is an absolute cutie. Her dress fits a little strangely, but its a wonderful color on her, and her hair is beautiful.
Jada Pinkett and Will Smith are adorable as usual, although Jada's dress is a bit intense. Their son is even cuter than Abigail, if that's possible.
As for the opposite end of the spectrum: who is that crazy lady with the Toreador outfit and the unfortaunte boobage? Someone needs to slip some tranquilizers in her champagne. I heard her mentioning something about Kabbalah. I don't ven want to know. Jennifer Lopez is also especially bad. Her face and hair are gorgeous, but they can't save her from that baby-doll diamond disaster. She could be four months pregnant and no one would have any idea. Is she pregnant? Anyone know?
And how about John Travolta and Kelly Preston? Someone needs tell Kelly know that leopard print well never, ever be fashionable. And if you are going to the Oscars as a couple, it's worth putting a little effort into at least attempting to match. Much like loud animal prints, black with brown will never make any statement other than "I am in desperate need of a new stylist!"
Cameron Diaz has a beautiful dress, but her skin is the most arresting shade of orange I have ever scene. With her crazy, wind-swept, dried-out hair, she looks like she spent the day baking in the sun on the beach and only left with ten minutes to get ready.
Worst of the evening, though? (Well, Toreador woman is the most frightening, but I don't even know who the hell she is, so she doesn't matter.) Jennifer Hudson. What on earth is with the jacket? It looks like something she bought at the mall. Her brown dress is a great color, but she absolutely ruins it with that horror. And will someone get her hands out of her pockets? I can't beleive nobody could bother to take ten minutes to explain to Jennifer Hudson how she is supposed to act on the red carpet. Blowing kisses is always dangerous, she comes off more Lindsay Lohan than Beyonce, which is never good. And her crazed waves at the paparazzi are no better. The poor girl is at a complete loss for what to do.
The award for worst boobs definitely goes to Jessica Biel. Two words, darling: Breast. Petals. There is no excuse for nipples on Oscar Night.
Also, Eddie Murphy's mustache is uneven, and it is bothering the crap out of me.
Who else stood out? Jodie Foster's hair was especially nice. Maggie Gyllenhal looked very lovely, and she was standing up straight for once, which is nice to see. Mark Wahlberg: sexy as usual. Meryl Streep has a bit of a werid boho thing going on, but she can actually pull it off. Her daughter looks pretty too. But maybe I'm just biased because one is a Vassar alum and the other is graduating next year. Kate Winslet is beautiful, and her dress is a great color. Rinko Kikuchi is downright delicious.
Unfortunately, I haven't see all of my favorites: as I mentioned before, Natalie Portman and Keira Knightley are tragically nowhere to be found, which is a shame considering how classy they always look. George Clooney, sexiest man in the world, also has yet to put in an appearance. Rachel McAdams and Renee Zelweger also have not shown up. I suppose in the next four hours, we migt get glimpse of them in the audience, but nothing compares to a full length red carpet shot.
I would also just like to take this moment to say that I would absolutely have sex with Steve Carrell without a moment's thought.
Well, it's T-minus three minutes until the big moment, so I'll be signing off to enjoy all of that. Have a fabulous evening, everyone.
Sunday, January 07, 2007
Why Am I Doing This?
(useless post about how i only blog because i am an attention whore)
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In other news, Eva Green is apparently going to become a superstar. She was in Casino Royale and will be playing Serafina Pekkala in The Golden Compass (still not sure if I should be really stoked or really depressed about this movie). I didn't know that starring in French indie porn was a sure path to fame of the legitimate variety, but apparently the hymen blood thing really worked for her.
Blech.
So I decided that "throttle the bottle" should become the hot new euphemism for masturbation of the manly variety.
Dammit, I just looked it up on Google, and apparently I am not the first person to come up with this. Every single time I think of something wildly creative, it turns out that I am just slow on the uptake. The same thing happened with Vampirates. I saw the book in Borders the other day and practically threw a tantrum. That was going to be my first million!
In case you were wondering, the only images that show up on GIS for "throttle the bottle" are a a tiny picture of a Hello Kitty character, Invader Zim, and a bunch of buttons from Familynyou.com, a bizarre, possibly family-orientated health information site with links to pornography. Apparently, to the fine folks at familynyou.com, throttling the bottle means getting over alcoholism. Unless they are suggesting masturbation as a healthier alternative to excessive drinking, I think they might be even slower on the uptake than I am.
Well, that was a weird tangent.
Ok, time to waste my life on celebrity trash blogs and imdb!
...
In other news, Eva Green is apparently going to become a superstar. She was in Casino Royale and will be playing Serafina Pekkala in The Golden Compass (still not sure if I should be really stoked or really depressed about this movie). I didn't know that starring in French indie porn was a sure path to fame of the legitimate variety, but apparently the hymen blood thing really worked for her.
Blech.
So I decided that "throttle the bottle" should become the hot new euphemism for masturbation of the manly variety.
Dammit, I just looked it up on Google, and apparently I am not the first person to come up with this. Every single time I think of something wildly creative, it turns out that I am just slow on the uptake. The same thing happened with Vampirates. I saw the book in Borders the other day and practically threw a tantrum. That was going to be my first million!
In case you were wondering, the only images that show up on GIS for "throttle the bottle" are a a tiny picture of a Hello Kitty character, Invader Zim, and a bunch of buttons from Familynyou.com, a bizarre, possibly family-orientated health information site with links to pornography. Apparently, to the fine folks at familynyou.com, throttling the bottle means getting over alcoholism. Unless they are suggesting masturbation as a healthier alternative to excessive drinking, I think they might be even slower on the uptake than I am.
Well, that was a weird tangent.
Ok, time to waste my life on celebrity trash blogs and imdb!
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