Try not to work yourself into a bother.

I'm going to my grandparent's house for a week, and they don't have a computer, so I'll see you on da flipside, yo.

Holla.

peace.
a.

Any integrity I had is now lost. I don't even know what the hell this post IS.

This is the kind of disgustingly choreographed goodness I subjected myself to.

I'm not one of those people who makes a big deal of shunning anything and everything that might appeal to girls around age 13. Mostly. Well, Miley Cyrus is one of my most hated people on this planet next to oh, I don't know, bin Laden, and I want to jab her eyes out every time I see her face and put duct tape over that stupid mouth so I can't hear her grating voice. But aside from that, every now and then I just enjoy some brainless, sugary, high-calorie bubblegum fun that I can laugh at and kind of make fun of with my sister but I know we both secretly kind of liked it in a really oblique way.

Yes, I am admitting it, I watched Camp Rock on Disney on Friday. And I may or may not have watched it again on ABC last night. Possibly. And it was so train-wrecky awesome and Disney-fied that I couldn't help smiling. Possibly because it was so formulaic that I kept guessing exactly what was going to happen and turned out being right. For example, as soon as the character of Caitlin was introduced, I guessed, "She's going to be Mitchie's friend, but then she's going to be ditched for Tess and then Mitchie will realize it's stupid and they'll be friends again." And I was TOTALLY right.

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"OMG! Bitch! Let's suck at acting and let Disney put us through the star-processor as we sell our souls, kay?"

It was also funny how unashamed Disney was in objectifying poor Joe. From the a-bit-too-long-to-be-accidental butt shots to the ridiculously placed "let's have Joe emerging shirtless from a lake, a scene that could have TOTALLY been erased, but let's get the little girls screaming!" it was all kind of crazy. Especially the shirtless thing. I could hear the 13 year olds across amazing squealing. But I'm not going to lie. That was a pretty hot shot.

Watching Joe Jonas try to portray any emotion other than the easy cocky rock star thing was kind of hard to watch, but sadly, as I was watching, I kind myself going, "Hm. He's kind of hot. NO! SELF! NO LIKING THE JONAS BROTHERS! NO! BAD!" But fuck it, I can't help it. He's hot. And when the Jonas Brothers performed "Play My Music," I unwillingly found myself going, "Dude. Nick's really sexy. Like REALLY sexy. I love his clothes. I love how low he holds his guitar. I love... NO! STOP! ENOUGH!" But after I watched the movie, I went to my computer and looked up interviews with them on youtube, the only website to which I would sell my soul, and they're actually kind of awesome. Oh God. Did I just say that? But they are. Except Kevin. Kevin is just disgusting. They're articulate, funny, polite, and they dress really really well. Except Kevin. But let's just ignore him from now on. Sorry Kevin, you're out of the band for not being pretty enough. (Oh, for the record, the three interviews were they've been on Ellen are really enjoyable. Unless you have some integrity left, then I'd understand how you'd be finding this whole post absolutely ridiculous.)

But let's just explore the whole situation. I HATE the whole fanbase of this "band". Is it even a band? Well, they write their own songs and play their own instruments, so yes, I guess. But you know if one them had welts on his face or they were ugly, they'd still be regular guys from New Jersey. Sad, but true. Their music is purely, PURELY, bubblegum pop. In fact, I was wondering how they deal with it all... all the screaming, nay, SCREECHING girls, the product placement, the whole "Disney" thing, supporting Miley Cyrus on tour... I mean, that in itself is enough to make anyone want to, oh, I don't know, DIE. Kevin is 20, I think, and Joe is 18, how do they POSSIBLY deal with this tween obsession with them? Any time they appear on talk shows, the screeches are literally embarrassing to watch, and whenever they say something "cute" and all the stupid girls so "Awwwwwww!" I literally have to cover my eyes, it's just too sad. Youtube comments are just hilarious, aren't they? One time when they were on Ellen, this one girl won a chance to travel on a plane with them, and she was really excited or whatever, but she wasn't CRYING, which I found noble of her, and all the people in the comments were like, "Bitch! She's not even excited!" Whoaaa. LAY OFF. Just because she's handling it sanely and not FAINTING like YOU would...

But yeah, by principle alone, I should hate the Jonas Brothers with every fiber of my being. But I can't. Why? Because they (remember, this is totally excluding Kevin, because he's just gross) are just too damn pretty. And they dress really well AND they're straight. And I will NEVER, EVER, be one of those people who are all, "Mrs. Joe Jonas!" I mean, that's just sad. But how many straight guys dress that well? Joe wears saddle shoes, you know, the 50s style one, for Christsake, which I should find absolutely disgusting, but is actually kind of awesome. They wear suits and skin-tight pants a lot, which is just fine with me, and Nick wears a lot of Chucks, which is basically my soul is a shoe, so we are obviously... SOLE mates. OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. Yes, I DID just go there. I just made that ridiculous pun. Bah-zing!

Except for these white pants that were in "Camp Rock." Normally the pair miraculously manage to make white pants look good, but these ones just make Joe's stubby legs look extra stubby.



HAHAHA that scene was awful. He just walks in and starts doing this dance, and everyone someone picks up on it IMMEDIATELY. god, I tell you. It's amazing.



This is them on Ellen. She gave Joe a helmet because I guess he falls down alot. I like his pants....

I dig a man in Ray-Bans. And a tie.




I still can't believe I am actually writing a post involving the Jonas Brothers. Wow. WOW.

Whoa, just came across an article with the title, "Jonas Brothers: 'We are all virgins.'" I already knew about the whole purity ring thing, but isn't that kind of... blatant? I mean, way to just... put it out there, guys. It actually made me kind of uncomfortable to read that title. Just like when watching the screeching girls. In fact, everything involving the Jonas Brothers makes me kind of uncomfortable, probably because I know I shouldn't be attracted to them.

I'm sorry, this post is so completely unstream-lined, and it kind of sucks. I need to work on my editing skills. Or just my life skills in general...



They're all very skinny, which I love (does that sound bad? I'm sorry, I just prefer skinny guys...). And that all-black thing is REALLY good. Like, REALLY.

I already mentioned Nick and the shoes, but he is a REALLY good dresser. And the fact that's he's actually YOUNGER than me makes me 1) feel a little skeeved out; 2) feel inadequate because I've done nothing with my life and here he is making music (however crappy 99% of that music may be) and touring the world.

During "Camp Rock" there was this scene where the brothers came on to perform as a different band, but, whatever. The song was called "Play My Music" and it was such high-octane pop that I found my self, horrifically, smiling. And it was fun to watch Joe try really hard to be a rock star. I will admit to downloading the song and rocking out it several times a day. Sue me for not wanting to listen to philosophical Bright Eyes ALL the time, ok? And while Joe is a bit effeminate and has a really girly voice, I oddly don't mind. And it was REALLY fun to watch Nick be sexy. And where great clothes. I'm a total sucker for any guy in a plaid button down. Except truckers and lumberjacks. Sorry. But any other guy.




Along with being a sucker for plaid-sporting men (kilts, however, do not count), and non-emo guys who wear Chucks, I am also a sucker for musicians and curly hair. All four things fuse into Nick Jonas. Do you see how I am left without a choice? I am powerless to this attraction.



I don't know/ care who the woman in the middle is... and what is up with that hat... but the coats on the other two are great.



Nick, please just shave your head or get some major scars on your face or something, because this attraction is embarrassing me.



Perhaps this is Nick getting in touch with his "Disco self" but I, surprise!, love how he's dressed.




And, just to objectify the poor boy even farther, I'd like to point out that he has REALLY nice arms.




Ok, this post has to end. or it's just going to get even MORE out of hand.

Did anyone else indulge in this poppy train wreck known as "Camp Rock"? If not, and you're not afraid to act like a little kid and smile at really stupid stuff, it's on tonight, ABC Family. Any does anyone else find Nick and Jonas oddly sexy, against your better judgement? If so, LET ME KNOW. i need to know I'm not completely insane. Or at least, I'm not alone in my insanity.


Sorry for this. I'm going to go hide in my room now and listen to some Sufjan Stevens to regain my "indie cred." Just kidding! I do love Sufjan, but I don't give a shit about my indie cred. If I did, I certainly wouldn't have conceived this post.


as dorky as ever,
a.

Summer forecast

I always expect summer to be way more awesome than it is. I picture lazy days floating on a river/ lake, strumming a guitar by a fire, writing in my journal in a garden or in a tree or something... cheesy stuff like that. Instead, I am stuck at home a lot, since I can't drive myself yet, in the frigid icebox of my home when my dad gets his hands on the air conditioning, and the either really nice and breezy oasis or stifingly hot and sticky sauna of my home when my mom gets HER hands on the air conditioning (depending on the weather). But this summer, I am actually doing some interesting things. Ish. Interesting things-ish. Enough to keep it from being a total waste. So I thought I share those with you, because I know I'm just fascinating like that. Cough.




Learn the acoustic guitar.
Quite a summery thing to do, is it not? After around.... four years of desperate longing, I FINALLY got a guitar for my recent birthday, though I just got it a few days ago. I just really want to be able to play and sing my favorite songs, and if the heavens open up and the Muses pour their sugar on me, maybe write some EXTREMELY simple music. But obviously the Muses have used all their sweet sweet sugar up on Conor Oberst.
I bought a "Teach Youself Guitar!" book (yayyyyy! Woo! I hate that freaking exclamation point in the title) at the bookstore, and it's good, plenty of chords and whatnot. But it's weird... I'm halfway decent at piano, I taught myself on a toy keyboard for about two years until I finally got real lessons, and then I had enough skills to skip a whole level. I've since had to stop lessons due to bloody school and volleyball and every other stupid thing I'm involved in, but I play constantly, and I love illegally procuring sheet music online. Woooooot. But anyway, my point was that I ridiculously expect myself to already be playing songs on the guitar, forgetting that it's taken me several years to get good at the piano. So I'm just randomly strumming chords, kind of lost... I need the structure of a lesson, but obviously lessons aren't happening, so I'll just have to find some online. But that's a good summer project for me. And then me and my friend who has also just started tea ching herself guitar can go stand on a street corner and play obscure songs to up our indie (and street) cred, and people can throw pennies in our cases if they are sweet and yell obscene things like "Get off the fucking sidewalk!" at us if they are just plain awesome. Because we would suck so badly.



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Paint
Painting is like a tranquilizer for me. It calms me to near meditation state, and this summer I'd love to do a little tranquilizing (I always felt bad for those animals in the gorilla movies that got tranquilized. :( ]. I specifically was thinking of either some cool drippy, Jackson Pollock-style piece, or the cover of She & Him's album, which is awesome.



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Read my summer reading books.
Sure, I'll voraciously devour many other books, but I put those in my "Reading is Sexy" sidebar [see left if you are as of yet unfamiliar]. For summer reading (which always pissed me off for this reason: Summer reading is to keep kids reading during the summer, their brains going, blah blah. Then why give summer reading to HONORS kids, who WOULD be reading on their own ANYWAY?) I have to read "Hiroshima" which doesn't sound half bad, and my favorite book EVER (next to Harry Potter), To Kill A Mockingbird. On TKAM, I have to write poems from the point of few of several characters, which should be...interesting and will most likely result in my rhyming "Finch" and "in a cinch." The deal with TKAM, though, is that I read it in early 2007, so I kind of feel protective of it, even though millions and millions of people before me have read it and named it as their favorite book. I always get weird and stuck-up and want people to know that I read it before we had t o for a grade, since there are some kids in my class who don't read for fun and just obsess over grades. (And I'm still first in my class, so SUCK IT. Sorry, had to put that in there. That took so many stressed nights and hard work that I feel like it's ok to brag a little.)
I also hereby declare that I WILL NOT leave my summer reading until the last two weeks of August.


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AP History work
For some insane reason unbeknownst to me, I am taking AP US History next year. Well, I do like history. And I have a crapload of reading and outlining to do this summer. Yay.



Xmoncharmant (NOT MY ROOM)

Clean my room
My room’s been cluttered and really dusty for at least a year, and I always TRY to clean it, but something else in my room captures my attention. Just for a weekend or a few days, I need to buckle down and just CLEAN. I still have my American girls in my room, for Pete’s sake. As nostalgic as they make me, maybe my starting-to-be-pretty-cool room isn’t the best place. Ooh. I’ll post pictures of my favorite stuff in my room when it’s all clean and pretty and camera ready.


Now for things such as trips and concerts:



He doesn’t really have that much hair anymore. [not from deviant art.]

See Billy Joel in concert
That's right, my friends, I dig the Piano Man, and I will be seeing him in concert in early July, and it should be AMAZING. I just love his music, even though it might be "old people music" or whatever. (Old music is better, anyway.) And to top off my super awesomeness (not) I am going with my sister, parents, and grandparents. I honestly love spending time with my grandparents. They are honestly the raddest grandparents ever in an un-rad way, like how I had to teach my grandpa how to click a mouse and he wears those flat Irish caps all the time and always cuts himself shaving.
But back to Billy. This will be my first real "concert" (sad, I know. When I can drive... I'll be at every concert within 100 miles of my town.), since I don't count Warped Tour last year. I'm really excited though, I mean, COME ON. It's Billy Joel. He's a classic. If he plays "Vienna," I might cry, because that's honestly what I do, and if he plays "We Didn't Start the Fire," I fully intend to shout along to the part that Dwight sang on that one episode of The Office:

Joe McCarthy, Richard Nixon, Studebaker, television, North Korea, South Korea, Marilyn MonROE!


(Uhh.. I forgot a picture for this one and don't have time to find one. Enjoy this picture of Jim Sturgess I had on my computer already instead.)


Yum.

Go to San Diego
My dad goes there a lot for business, and I've already been there, but any chance to get out of my hometown is welcomed with open arms. Oo, but something I didn't do the last time I was there was GO TO DISNEYLAND, which I am doing this time. I can't wait to tap into my inner child and get dizzy riding the teacups and running around Sleeping Beauty's castle (the one in California really is Sleeping Beauty's, Cinderella's is in Florida) whilst humming happy happy tunes of joy.
Plus, in San Diego, my dad plans to take us to some kick-ass ethnic restaurants, and I heart food.
And the icing on the cake is that we're going down to the border, and there's this sign with a mother running, dragging a child, and it means "Watch for illegal immigrants." Isn't that the coolest thing you've ever heard?



Glass fields.
[Yep, that’s totally what it looks like at the end of the day.]

Go to Warped Tour
Warped Tour last was so mind-blowingly fun that I'd love to go again, and now that my friend can drive, she can take us, sans-parents. :O That's where the trouble comes in... I just have to convince my mom to 1) let a new driver drive me to the large city that shall remain unnamed and; 2) convince her to let us spend all day without a parent. Fingers crossed! And while Warped is filled with mostly shitty emo bands, that's what makes it fun, watching how seriously everyone takes themselves. But there are going to be some really good bands there, and some pretty good bands that I would like to see. A list:

All Time Low is a bit whiney but they're fun.
BE YOUR OWN PET!!!!!!!!!!! I nearly wept when I saw that name. They are so not emo that I can't WAIT to see Jemina Pearl in action. Seriously, watch some live videos. She's fie-uuuuuce.
Charlotte Sometimes-- I haven't listened to her, but I hear she's kind of indie-pop, which I can always dig.
Katy Perry would be a blast to see.
I LOVED Relient K back in middle school, so it might be fun to see them, just for nostalgia's sake.
I hear Reel Big Fish are good, I should listen to them...
and finally SAY ANYTHING, whom I love.
So Be Your Own Pet and Say Anything for really good. Two out of like 50. That just shows you Warped Tour's demographic, does it not?

Hahahah the names on this band list are so funny : As I Lay Dying, Every Time I Die, All That Remains. Get over yourself and grow the hell up!



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Go to New England for a weekend
Oh God, that seems so preppy. "Oh, sorry, I can't, I'll be in New England for the weekend." I should rename myself Muffy or Lila or Harrison (if I was a boy) to fit in. But I think we're going to Cape Cod, and my dad wants to swing by Providence: "We can just check out Brown, would you like that?" Ok, yeah, Dad, when Miley Cyrus says something interesting, THAT'S when I'll get into Brown. Precisley for the reason that my name isn't Muffy or Lila or Harrison, and my last name doesn't begin with a Vander and end with a Bilt. (Did you know Anderson Cooper is a Vanderbilt? That's his mom's maiden name. So he's led a very cushy life, I'm sure. Whatever. He's still the most badass news anchor around, if only for his white/gray hair and squint.




The beautiful scenic vistas of New Jersey. Ahem.

Visit family in New Jersey
While my parents jet off to Yellowstone, they are leaving me for four long days under the rule of my disgustingly unhygienic older brother. But luckily my afore-mentioned grandparents will come to rescue me from his hair-in-the-sink world and bring me and my sister to….. New Jersey for a week.
Not going to lie, I hate New Jersey. I’m sorry, it’s just an opinion, I can see why plenty of people would hate Pennsylvania, but the only good part of New Jersey is my family and the shore. I could go on and on about how it’s all highways and development, but that would be tedious, so I won’t. But going to my grandma’s without my parents is great because my sister and I get the spare bedroom with the TV, and we stay up until the wee hours of the morning watching old Fresh Prince of Bel-Air and The Cosby Show reruns on Nick at Nite. And I get to go to the beach for a day, visit all my cousins, etc. Plus my grandparents are taking us to New York to see the Bodies exhibit, where they, for lack of a better word, “freeze” a bunch of dead bodies is cool positions and you see all the muscles and stuff. It’s going to be morbid and grisly and all around great.




Because it made me laugh.

Band camp
Yes, I’m a band geek. And no, I haven’t seen American Pie, but I’m sure it’s nothing like that, I’ve heard all the, “This one time, at band camp…” jokes and camp is nothing like that. It’s at school every day for two weeks, and while the people who march are outside in the sweltering heat getting burnt, my section, the mallet section who doesn’t march, stays inside the (albeit, un-air-conditioned) band room and pretend to practice when our director walks in and gives us the hairy eyeball but otherwise we eat and get water and Gatorade for the rest of the band and those of us who can play the piano do so, and we cram in last minute summer reading while listening to the rest of the band bitch and moan about how “Pit doesn’t do anything” when they come in for a break. Whatever. At least I don’t play the sousaphone, ok guys?


That is pretty much the extent of my summer. It looks good written down, but in reality I have a lot of boring free weeks to sit around on my ass and blog. Yayyyyyy.

What are you going to be up to this summer?


Juxxo

(Hopefully something a little less dependant on anti-gravity forces than that.)

I had one more picture I wanted to share. I found this really cool (if it can be called that), colorful propaganda poster from WWII. I just found it interesting. I guess if you love art enough even the colors in a propaganda poster interest you, as they do me.




Have a lovely, propaganda-free rest of your day!

Listen to: “You’re So Vain” by Carly Simon. Bah-ZING.

Peace.
a.

P.S. All pictures are credit of the talented people over at deviantart, unless otherwise noted. The propaganda one just came from a google search. I put the name of the artist underneath the picture, in case they some how manage to find me and sue me for copyright infringement or something, because that’s the kind of thing that happens to me.

What's so simple in the moonlight, so simple in the moonlight

This post is in dedication to the saddest, most beautiful song I have ever heard: Bright Eyes' "Lua." The pure art of this song has affected me and pained me more than any other song I have heard, really and truly.



But let's start with some background, shall we? Oh, wonderful answer, I think we shall, too.



I've read articles in Nylon, heard through the grapevine (great Marvin Gaye song, by the way) about the genius of Conor Oberst, the "voice of his generation," the "New Dylan OMGZZZZZ" etc, etc. I had two Bright Eyes songs on my ipod, and I really loved "Four Winds" which has incredible lyrics, but has a rollicking country-song feel to it, instrumentally, so I didn't completely appreciate the emotion he infuses, nay, POURS, into his songs. I always kind of thought Bright Eyes was for emo kids who are not understood by, like, ANYONE, and cried a lot. But how wrong I was! In my opinion, Bright Eyes= indie. NOT emo. Where was I going with this? Oh, crap. Right.



I was flipping through an old Entertainment Weekly, and there was a little "mini-mag" if you will called, "The Indie 25", and it basically named the best indie record for each year for the last--that's right, you guessed it!--25 years, with a little write-up about each one. For 2005, they named Bright Eyes' I'm Wide Awake, It's Morning, as the best, and the write-up, it mentioned "instant classics such as 'Lua' and 'Landlocked Blues'." So I was bored on Friday, just on the computer, and decided to type up "Lua" into youtube and this video came up, and it was quite possibly the saddest, sweetest, most touching thing I have ever seen. Or at least NEARLY the most touching. I'm very easily touched. A song, a book, a story, a beautiful day, anything will move me to tears. Yeah, I know. Freak. But here it is. Watch it. And I know whenever people post videos on blogs, I usually ignore them, it's really bad, but ignore my hypocrisy and watch this one. I hope you like it though. That would suck if I'm going on and on about how great it is and someone really hates it. Oh here's the freaking video:







After I finished watching it, I stared through the computer screen for about five minutes, my eyes pricking. And then I just started crying. The utter loveliness of that video... the setting sun, Conor's terrified gulp in the beginning, the raw, raw emotion in his voice, and how I expect he was ready to start crying at any minute, the sheer humanity (as Conor so well put it--did his girly, "like" infested speaking manner surprise anyone else?) of the situation. His quivering voice portrays so much pain, I am disgusted to no extent by the glossy pop-punk shit out there. When he gets to "you're looking skinny like a model with your eyes all painted black..." It's indescribable. And no other atmosphere could fit that song so perfectly--the complete stillness of the crowd, with the setting sun, transfixed by the simple words and guitar. I looked up another live version where the show is inside, and people are singing along, and it's nowhere near as affecting. This just isn't one of those songs you sing along to. It’s just not, ok? People sing along to Miley Cyrus, which automatically nixes this song from all “Song To Sing Along To” lists.

Watching/ listening to that video shook me to the core, and I tried listening to other music, but everything sounded fake and jarring, so I tried reading, but I couldn't focus. The song had simply affected me, and I had this melancholy feeling all day long. I did my civic duty and aquired the song by... limewire... and synced my ipod, blah blah blah. But the weird thing is, I couldn't bring myself to listen to the song. It was like some scary thing lying in my ipod, and even the thought of it gave me a little stab of pain. It wasn't just any other song that I could listen to over and over. It was a magic piece of art that deserved to be relished with each listen. I finally brought my self to listen to it, but only at night, lying on my floor with my eyes closed. It's too special of a song, it seems reserved for poignant moments in life, like midnight, or a solo drive on a country road in the moonlight, under a huge sky sprinkled with stars.

So the song inspired me to listen to some other Bright Eyes songs, and I have officially jumped on the "Conor Oberst is a total and complete genius" bandwagon. The melodies may not be catchy, and the instruments are normally minimal… but the emotion in those songs is difficult to describe. And the lyrics… I wonder how a singular person can come up with such beautiful, true, genius phrases that could absolutely be mistaken for a piece of poetry if written down.

“and i sat watching a flower as it was withering
i was embarrassed by its honesty”

“so i'd prefer to be remembered as a smiling face
not this fucking wreck that’s taken it's place.”

“your eyes must do some raining if you’re ever going to grow.”
“the bible’s blind, the torah’s deaf, the Koran is mute, if you burn ‘em all together you get close to the truth.”

I’m so jealous. Why do some people get all the talent? But I guess if it was spread out amongst several people, we wouldn’t have the amazing Bright Eyes to admire, now would we?

Yeah, a lot of emo kids love Bright Eyes, but I AM NOT EMO. And “Lua” has affected me as no other song ever has. I know left feeling empty by so many others songs that are far too glassy and polished, surface only. I love Bright Eyes, maybe you can, too.



Cheer up, Conor! Actually, don’t. Sadness=songs=art= Happy Anna.

Listen: Hopefully you can figure this out on your own. If not… get out.

Peace!
a.

P.S. Chelsea left me a comment in POEM form on my last post. It’s so awesome it kind of hurts my brain.
P.P.S. Also watch the video for “First Day of My Life.” The couple at the end are so perfect that I am almost too envious to be appreciative of love. Almost.

I can't stop loving British men.

Hello, kittenfluffs!

I hate kittens. Ick.

But anyhow, a few weeks ago I was rotting in front of a computer screen on the computer and I came across this gem of a quote:

British actor Rupert Grint (Ron Weasley in the Harry Potter movies) won't be moving to LA anytime soon because he 'can’t be bothered with airhead actresses'.
According to Rupe, he met Lindsay Lohan last summer and wasn't impressed as, "she talked about herself a lot." Grint went on to recall that, "She (La Lohan) said she was going to win an Oscar before she turns 25. I just kept thinking, ‘But you can’t act’.”




How can you NOT love Rupert Grint? HONESTLY. Give me one thing that might detract from his sheer adorable-ness. Yeah. I couldn’t think of one either. He has a rad accent, I could picture him, like.... ok this is cheesy, but I could picture him helping someone pick up their books if they dropped them or something along those lines. Or help an old lady across the street. That seems in his realm. His hair is red and he calls it "ginger" which is even better, he personifies Ron Weasley in a way no one else ever could, and he seems perpetually sleepy, which is kind of cool, too.

And he's so right about La Lohan that I wish he weren't so nice and would have told her to her face. I wanted to say something witty here, but nothing's coming. Oy.




My second story involving a British man can be filed under "school library." Oh, what? You don't have a "school library" file? That's unfortunate. So I was in my school library for a class, flipping through the "New Books" rack-y thing (yes, that is the proper terminology), just blahblahblah, stodgy old classic blah and then I flipped across this book, and it was like a lightning bolt. Across my dark sky. Ohhh. Simile. (When I was younger, I always got "simile" and "smile" messed up. I'm sure this is a common mistake.)




YES. IT IS WHO YOU THINK IT IS.

ALEX FREAKING TURNER. ON A BOOK. IN MY SCHOOL LIBRARY.

And not only is it Alex Turner, but it is an utterly orgasmic picture of Alex Turner, wearing a hoodie, with his "I'm a sexy rock god" face on. I wanted to go to my librarian and vigorously shake her hand in gratitude but I thought that might freak her/my fellow students out a bit, so I restrained myself, instead staring at the book for several minutes, and flipping through it, I discovered that it was a kick-ass book, filled with pictures of some of my favorite bands. BESTEST LIBRARY SCHOOL BOOK EVAAAAAAA!

And while she is not British OR a man, I can't stop LISTENING to "Mercy" by Duffy who is, in fact, a Welsh woman. She has an incredibly intriguing voice, plucked straight from the girl groups of the 60s, and "Mercy" is just really catchy. I lurvs it.


Also, listen to: "Black Hole" by She & Him, a lovely country-pop ditty, sung with finesse and cheer by Zooey Deschanel, as I'm sure you all know, since you are all just so hip and awesome.
And "Holland, 1945" by Neutral Milk Hotel, a staticky, horn-filled oddity which is actually about Anne Frank. Look up the meanings of the lyrics, it's really fascinating.

Au revoir, IT'S SUMMMMMMMMMMMMER!

peace.
a.

But WAIT! It IS my birthday!

Yes folks, I am indeed sixteen today. Woot. Woot woot. Sixteen for me means DRIVING, which is important for kids who go to Catholic school since our friends aren’t all from the same district. Birthdays are so weird. It’s like I should feel different, or extra special, or something, but I don’t. It’s not like I did anything to deserve recognition. I’m not the one who went through hours of labor and pushed a baby out. All I did was nestle in the womb and cry a lot.

Is this getting too graphic? So be it.
School’s over very shortly, so I’ll be able to blog to my heart’s content. Hopefully I’ll have some interesting posts, since I’ve been MIA for a while.

OH MY GOD SUMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Listen:
“The Remedy” by Jason Mraz. C’mon. Admit it. You totally loved this song in middle school.