Are we having fun yet?
Ohkay, so this week has been kind of drab...mainly because I HATE my journalism class. The prof. thinks its the only class we have, and we have free time to go galavanting across town to do face-to-face interviews. As if real journalists do all face-to-face interviews.
On Tuesday I was walking through the library parking lot (which is sloped down slightly, because everything in Bloomington is sloped in some way) and I was crossing one of the little islands and my foot slipped in a huge patch of mud, my foot goes out from under me, drags through the mud, I lose my footing, slam my left knee onto the parking lot (yep, I fell off the island). I hit so hard that it made a huge goose egg on my knee and skinned it pretty good too. I also flung my hands out beside me, slamming them into the hoods of two adjacent cars, all while screaming, "SHIT!" Then I got up, teared up a little, and limped home. It was so pathetic and painful.
On the other hand, I love my psych class because all the desks in the psych building have crazy graffiti on the desks. One I thought you guys might like...it said something like "NCAA XC/ NATIONALS/ TERRE HAUTE," from which a person drew an arrow that looked like a penis to make the phrase "TERRE HAUTE ---> SMELLS!", to which another person added, "& is shitty!" It put a smile on my face.
2006 GRAMMY AWARDS!
Well, folks, forget all those famous bloggers who covered the Grammys...because mine will be far superior. In case you missed any of the highlights last night, never fear, I jotted down some notes!
Let me preface this by saying that I wasn't expecting much...and the evening did little to change that feeling.
First off, I thought that Kelly Clarkson's speech (first one of two for her) was a little lame. She was really squeaky, which turned me off, and I was hoping for a little more down-home Texas talk about how she was just a little gal from nowheres who was created by a crack team of experts and holy crap she can't believe she won a Grammy! She just thanked her publicists and stuff....LAME! Thank the Alamo, your favorite cowboy boots, the stars and stripes that are big and bright (clap clap clap) deep in the heart of Texas, Kelly!!! COME ON!
Nicole Kidman (who was there with Keith Urban, who performed sitting on a block of glass...it was BORING!!!) looked like a Fembot.
Chris Martin's (lead singer of Coldplay) curly hair is adorable, and his bare midriff-baring shirt was precious moments. I also liked what appeared to be a modernized version of parachute pants he was wearing. Coldplay's performace was kinda good too, though I must say, I don't like this album as much as I liked the last two. Chris Martin also had band-aids on several fingers. There are only 2 explanations, one being that he found a plant from outer space named Audrey II that sucks blood from his pricked fingers for sustenance, or two...Gwyneth is a biter.
Nice microphone feedback during the Sugarland performance. ( I have to say, I'd never heard of this band until last night...and I wasn't really into them.) Also during their twangy performace you could hear someone's voice from backstage coming through the sound system! CLASSIC!!! What is this, a high school production of Oklahoma??? LOVESIT!
I was really happy that Alison Krauss and Union Station won the Grammy for best country album by a duo or group! Mainly because it was the only one I've remotely listened to. However, Alison should stick to singing, because her angelic and lovely voice doesn't sound too hot when she's just talking. In fact, it's a tid bit manly. Oh well, she was cute in her little tea-length red dress.
Oh LORD...now we get to Ufriggin2. I have to say, I am not a fan of this band. I liked their old stuff (Joshue Tree, War, etc.), but when Bono started saving people and telling everyone about it...it kind of made me throw up in my mouth a little. And I could've sworn these yahoos performed "Vertigo" at last year's Grammys...(Ohkay, so only Bono is a yahoo...the Edge rules!)
Did anyone see Kanye West??? He looked like a crazy pimp! He was definitely channeling Tony Manero in Saturday Night Fever. He had black pants, a white suit jacket and a red button up shirt with the biggest collar you ever seen, youngin’, with a gold medallion chain serving as the cherry on a pimpalicious cake.
Oh yeah, Kanye won an award or two…whatever. I like his music, but he was pretty cocky about the whole thing. Be humble, yo! Don’t you remember what happened to Terrence Trent D’arby??? Yeah, neither does anyone else.
Kelly Clarkson’s performance was really good, but I would’ve liked to have seen her rip off her dress halfway through to reveal a rock-out outfit at which point she changed gears from “Because of You” to “Since U Been Gone.” Alas, no.
I really wish the rock album award would’ve gone to Foo Fighters, especially since I really love the album and really don’t like Bono. But, unfortunately, I knew they would win. Yeah, U2 could take a dump in a c.d. case and the industry would create a special award called the "U2" to award their genius.
Mariah had a rhinestone bedazzled microphone, ya'll!!! (That Jamie Foxx also used in his performance with Kanye West lol).
Let me paint a picture: Linking Park and Jay-Z with a dash of Paul McCartney. Fifty percent of me just died on the inside. Paul, you don't have to do these things. Hook up with Ringo and go play golf. Get your head in the right place, for God's sake.
Also, Paul has the beginnings of a mullet, but I think it's just badass on him.
Then we had a lovely tribute to Sly and the Family Stone, which would've been alright had they not allowed Joss Stone to be part of it. First of all, I had to hear her contrived interpretation of soul at the Super Bowl, now I have to hear her damn trills for another five minutes. FABULOUS. By the way, Joss, way to channel Joan Osborne with that nose ring. What IF God was one of us, Joss??? What if indeed.
And then I forget what happened. Kelly won another award and beat like...Gwen Stefani, Bonnie Raitt, Madonna, and Mariah Carey (if memory serves.) I like some of Kelly's songs (I haven't really listened to the whole CD) but I was shocked that she won in the category for best pop female vocal. Cheers to her though. And suck on that, Justin Guiarini (yeah, I don't even care enough about you to check the spelling on your name).
THE END.
On Tuesday I was walking through the library parking lot (which is sloped down slightly, because everything in Bloomington is sloped in some way) and I was crossing one of the little islands and my foot slipped in a huge patch of mud, my foot goes out from under me, drags through the mud, I lose my footing, slam my left knee onto the parking lot (yep, I fell off the island). I hit so hard that it made a huge goose egg on my knee and skinned it pretty good too. I also flung my hands out beside me, slamming them into the hoods of two adjacent cars, all while screaming, "SHIT!" Then I got up, teared up a little, and limped home. It was so pathetic and painful.
On the other hand, I love my psych class because all the desks in the psych building have crazy graffiti on the desks. One I thought you guys might like...it said something like "NCAA XC/ NATIONALS/ TERRE HAUTE," from which a person drew an arrow that looked like a penis to make the phrase "TERRE HAUTE ---> SMELLS!", to which another person added, "& is shitty!" It put a smile on my face.
2006 GRAMMY AWARDS!
Well, folks, forget all those famous bloggers who covered the Grammys...because mine will be far superior. In case you missed any of the highlights last night, never fear, I jotted down some notes!
Let me preface this by saying that I wasn't expecting much...and the evening did little to change that feeling.
First off, I thought that Kelly Clarkson's speech (first one of two for her) was a little lame. She was really squeaky, which turned me off, and I was hoping for a little more down-home Texas talk about how she was just a little gal from nowheres who was created by a crack team of experts and holy crap she can't believe she won a Grammy! She just thanked her publicists and stuff....LAME! Thank the Alamo, your favorite cowboy boots, the stars and stripes that are big and bright (clap clap clap) deep in the heart of Texas, Kelly!!! COME ON!
Nicole Kidman (who was there with Keith Urban, who performed sitting on a block of glass...it was BORING!!!) looked like a Fembot.
Chris Martin's (lead singer of Coldplay) curly hair is adorable, and his bare midriff-baring shirt was precious moments. I also liked what appeared to be a modernized version of parachute pants he was wearing. Coldplay's performace was kinda good too, though I must say, I don't like this album as much as I liked the last two. Chris Martin also had band-aids on several fingers. There are only 2 explanations, one being that he found a plant from outer space named Audrey II that sucks blood from his pricked fingers for sustenance, or two...Gwyneth is a biter.
Nice microphone feedback during the Sugarland performance. ( I have to say, I'd never heard of this band until last night...and I wasn't really into them.) Also during their twangy performace you could hear someone's voice from backstage coming through the sound system! CLASSIC!!! What is this, a high school production of Oklahoma??? LOVESIT!
I was really happy that Alison Krauss and Union Station won the Grammy for best country album by a duo or group! Mainly because it was the only one I've remotely listened to. However, Alison should stick to singing, because her angelic and lovely voice doesn't sound too hot when she's just talking. In fact, it's a tid bit manly. Oh well, she was cute in her little tea-length red dress.
Oh LORD...now we get to Ufriggin2. I have to say, I am not a fan of this band. I liked their old stuff (Joshue Tree, War, etc.), but when Bono started saving people and telling everyone about it...it kind of made me throw up in my mouth a little. And I could've sworn these yahoos performed "Vertigo" at last year's Grammys...(Ohkay, so only Bono is a yahoo...the Edge rules!)
Did anyone see Kanye West??? He looked like a crazy pimp! He was definitely channeling Tony Manero in Saturday Night Fever. He had black pants, a white suit jacket and a red button up shirt with the biggest collar you ever seen, youngin’, with a gold medallion chain serving as the cherry on a pimpalicious cake.
Oh yeah, Kanye won an award or two…whatever. I like his music, but he was pretty cocky about the whole thing. Be humble, yo! Don’t you remember what happened to Terrence Trent D’arby??? Yeah, neither does anyone else.
Kelly Clarkson’s performance was really good, but I would’ve liked to have seen her rip off her dress halfway through to reveal a rock-out outfit at which point she changed gears from “Because of You” to “Since U Been Gone.” Alas, no.
I really wish the rock album award would’ve gone to Foo Fighters, especially since I really love the album and really don’t like Bono. But, unfortunately, I knew they would win. Yeah, U2 could take a dump in a c.d. case and the industry would create a special award called the "U2" to award their genius.
Mariah had a rhinestone bedazzled microphone, ya'll!!! (That Jamie Foxx also used in his performance with Kanye West lol).
Let me paint a picture: Linking Park and Jay-Z with a dash of Paul McCartney. Fifty percent of me just died on the inside. Paul, you don't have to do these things. Hook up with Ringo and go play golf. Get your head in the right place, for God's sake.
Also, Paul has the beginnings of a mullet, but I think it's just badass on him.
Then we had a lovely tribute to Sly and the Family Stone, which would've been alright had they not allowed Joss Stone to be part of it. First of all, I had to hear her contrived interpretation of soul at the Super Bowl, now I have to hear her damn trills for another five minutes. FABULOUS. By the way, Joss, way to channel Joan Osborne with that nose ring. What IF God was one of us, Joss??? What if indeed.
And then I forget what happened. Kelly won another award and beat like...Gwen Stefani, Bonnie Raitt, Madonna, and Mariah Carey (if memory serves.) I like some of Kelly's songs (I haven't really listened to the whole CD) but I was shocked that she won in the category for best pop female vocal. Cheers to her though. And suck on that, Justin Guiarini (yeah, I don't even care enough about you to check the spelling on your name).
THE END.