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one of those days. mornings. days. whatever.
the only thing worse than packing, i think, is the anticipation of packing. yuck.
i wanna go shopping, that's what i wanna do. buy shoes. and makeup. and pretty smelling cologne. and jewelry. although, technically, we just bought a crapload of jewelry, but that doesn't count. i want expensive jewelry. earcuffs. and white gold hoops that are bigger than even my head. which is saying something. i wanna buy music, too. i need one, final, blowout trip to CD Exchange before i have to say goodbye forever.
but shopping is impractical. anything i purchase will have to be packed and toted halfway across the friggin' country. so. i will do the right thing and refrain. but i did order the XBOX. to be delivered the day after tomorrow. and i'm buying Halo2.
i would be excited about the XBOX, but um.. Halo2 doesn't come out until Nov 9th and like... well, we're going to Vegas on Nov 11th... and it was my dumbass idea to want the house all packed up and ready to go by the time we leave for our roadtrip so that when we get back we won't have to do much. so why the hell did i buy the XBOX? when i should have just waited. cuz i'm a dumbass, that's why. a loveable dumbass, but a dumbass nonetheless. i wonder if i can cancel my order. but i won't. cuz i want it.
the expansion for SWG comes out today, and i really thought i'd be more excited. but i'm not. Kevin is, and i told him that i would buy it, but... honestly, what's the point? between the lag and the random boringness that is the game, why should i bother? because goddammit, no self respecting SW fan doesn't want to ride in a wannabe Millennium Falcon. and no self respecting SW fan doesn't want to pilot an X-Wing. Kevin is a wookiee. so i could rock my Leia buns and our geeky asses could pretend to be Leia and Chewie. except, my character is brown skinned and voluptuous and all around more kick ass than Leia could ever be. yeah.
Oh.My.God. Ricky Fante'. i dunno who he is or where he came from (or why he is using that name), but the boy was channeling Marvin Gaye like Regan channeled demon in 'The Exorcist' and damned if he didn't nearly knock me off my ass last night. it was funny, because i was playing COH and this squawking was coming from the TV and i just had to see who it was. i laid eyes on this boy and suddenly the squawking sounded like angels from on high. i haven't seen a natural performer like that since Ricky Martin rocked the Grammys with 'La Copa de la Vida'. i wonder if it is a fluke. from what i could tell, Fante' is a mediocre singer, but good grief his performance... i didn't know we could still do that. and there were no gimmicks. no dancing. no guitars. just him. and the microphone. like Mr. Gaye used to do before "Here, My Dear". i became like, an instant fan.
and John Legend. i was already nearly impressed with him from his work earlier this year. last night nearly impressed me again. i'm still not sure if i want to declare him super talented or anything, but he did a pretty decent version of 'Quiet Storm'. in a strange, off key kind of way. i still don't get Floetry. i just don't get it. it's hard to believe that they did 'Butterflies'. Christina Milian did all right, and Barb dug her, but she's biased. hey, and you know, Gerald Levert earned points with that whole bluesy thing he did for Tighter. over-the-top as usual, but fun. 'You Really Got a Hold on Me' is tough to sing anyway, so i'ma leave him alone.
it was an excrutiating show. they all are. but at least i got to see Mr. Robinson perform. and as rhoyalblu would say: "SQUEEEEEEEE"
the only thing worse than packing, i think, is the anticipation of packing. yuck.
i wanna go shopping, that's what i wanna do. buy shoes. and makeup. and pretty smelling cologne. and jewelry. although, technically, we just bought a crapload of jewelry, but that doesn't count. i want expensive jewelry. earcuffs. and white gold hoops that are bigger than even my head. which is saying something. i wanna buy music, too. i need one, final, blowout trip to CD Exchange before i have to say goodbye forever.
but shopping is impractical. anything i purchase will have to be packed and toted halfway across the friggin' country. so. i will do the right thing and refrain. but i did order the XBOX. to be delivered the day after tomorrow. and i'm buying Halo2.
i would be excited about the XBOX, but um.. Halo2 doesn't come out until Nov 9th and like... well, we're going to Vegas on Nov 11th... and it was my dumbass idea to want the house all packed up and ready to go by the time we leave for our roadtrip so that when we get back we won't have to do much. so why the hell did i buy the XBOX? when i should have just waited. cuz i'm a dumbass, that's why. a loveable dumbass, but a dumbass nonetheless. i wonder if i can cancel my order. but i won't. cuz i want it.
the expansion for SWG comes out today, and i really thought i'd be more excited. but i'm not. Kevin is, and i told him that i would buy it, but... honestly, what's the point? between the lag and the random boringness that is the game, why should i bother? because goddammit, no self respecting SW fan doesn't want to ride in a wannabe Millennium Falcon. and no self respecting SW fan doesn't want to pilot an X-Wing. Kevin is a wookiee. so i could rock my Leia buns and our geeky asses could pretend to be Leia and Chewie. except, my character is brown skinned and voluptuous and all around more kick ass than Leia could ever be. yeah.
Oh.My.God. Ricky Fante'. i dunno who he is or where he came from (or why he is using that name), but the boy was channeling Marvin Gaye like Regan channeled demon in 'The Exorcist' and damned if he didn't nearly knock me off my ass last night. it was funny, because i was playing COH and this squawking was coming from the TV and i just had to see who it was. i laid eyes on this boy and suddenly the squawking sounded like angels from on high. i haven't seen a natural performer like that since Ricky Martin rocked the Grammys with 'La Copa de la Vida'. i wonder if it is a fluke. from what i could tell, Fante' is a mediocre singer, but good grief his performance... i didn't know we could still do that. and there were no gimmicks. no dancing. no guitars. just him. and the microphone. like Mr. Gaye used to do before "Here, My Dear". i became like, an instant fan.
and John Legend. i was already nearly impressed with him from his work earlier this year. last night nearly impressed me again. i'm still not sure if i want to declare him super talented or anything, but he did a pretty decent version of 'Quiet Storm'. in a strange, off key kind of way. i still don't get Floetry. i just don't get it. it's hard to believe that they did 'Butterflies'. Christina Milian did all right, and Barb dug her, but she's biased. hey, and you know, Gerald Levert earned points with that whole bluesy thing he did for Tighter. over-the-top as usual, but fun. 'You Really Got a Hold on Me' is tough to sing anyway, so i'ma leave him alone.
it was an excrutiating show. they all are. but at least i got to see Mr. Robinson perform. and as rhoyalblu would say: "SQUEEEEEEEE"