(no subject)
According to both VH1 and Entertainment Weekly, it's apparently now okay to admit that you're a Kelly Clarkson fan. With that in mind, it's now apparently the right time for me to admit that someday I'd like to marry Kelly Clarkson. I've wanted to marry her before it was socially acceptable to want to marry her. Take a look at this:
Concerning the song "Since U Been Gone" by Kelly Clarkson,
"Even hard-to-please rock snobs are embracing the anthem's addictive hook and tween mosh-pit vibe on their blogs. 'I've now listened to this goddamned Kelly Clarkson song 41 times since last Wednesday,' writes one convert; Mike Doughty of the defunct alt-rock quartet Soul Coughing recently called it one of his three top MP3s, and even indie-rock hero Ted Leo has recorded a much sought-after acoustic version that became Web phenom.
Informed of the hoopla, Clarkson responds: 'What's a blog?'"
-- Ew.com
I thought that quote would be appropriate, this being a livejournal and all. For more information on Kelly Clarkson's newly acquired coolness, go here. And for more information on my love affair with Ms. Clarkson, talk to me elsewhere.
In other news, I've been having strangely elaborate dreams lately. In the first of these dreams (which occurred this past Wednesday night), I was an undiscovered young rapper forced into my career by my domineering (and extreeeemely fat) aunt, Kristie Allie. Somehow, Aunt Kristie managed to put together my own posse (made up of a curly-haired Kristina, an emo-esque Shivani, and a completely indifferent Carianne), sending us off to gain potential fans and exposure at a hotel gig.
We had a terrible time there, and we didn't want to go in the first place, but how could we say no to this:
and this:
She was just so damn big...
In my other and more recent dream (last night, to be exact), I was being hunted by an angry, and, well, quite deadly, Osama bin Laden. I spent a large portion of my dream hiding in my room right under the bed with the lights off hoping that, if Osama tried looking through the window, he wouldn't be able to see me.
He never got me, but I woke up before the American FBI could get hold of him.
And that's all I have (despite my best efforts, today was completely uneventful and unproductive)... I did watch Titanic though.
Ramy
Concerning the song "Since U Been Gone" by Kelly Clarkson,
"Even hard-to-please rock snobs are embracing the anthem's addictive hook and tween mosh-pit vibe on their blogs. 'I've now listened to this goddamned Kelly Clarkson song 41 times since last Wednesday,' writes one convert; Mike Doughty of the defunct alt-rock quartet Soul Coughing recently called it one of his three top MP3s, and even indie-rock hero Ted Leo has recorded a much sought-after acoustic version that became Web phenom.
Informed of the hoopla, Clarkson responds: 'What's a blog?'"
-- Ew.com
I thought that quote would be appropriate, this being a livejournal and all. For more information on Kelly Clarkson's newly acquired coolness, go here. And for more information on my love affair with Ms. Clarkson, talk to me elsewhere.
In other news, I've been having strangely elaborate dreams lately. In the first of these dreams (which occurred this past Wednesday night), I was an undiscovered young rapper forced into my career by my domineering (and extreeeemely fat) aunt, Kristie Allie. Somehow, Aunt Kristie managed to put together my own posse (made up of a curly-haired Kristina, an emo-esque Shivani, and a completely indifferent Carianne), sending us off to gain potential fans and exposure at a hotel gig.
We had a terrible time there, and we didn't want to go in the first place, but how could we say no to this:
and this:
She was just so damn big...
In my other and more recent dream (last night, to be exact), I was being hunted by an angry, and, well, quite deadly, Osama bin Laden. I spent a large portion of my dream hiding in my room right under the bed with the lights off hoping that, if Osama tried looking through the window, he wouldn't be able to see me.
He never got me, but I woke up before the American FBI could get hold of him.
And that's all I have (despite my best efforts, today was completely uneventful and unproductive)... I did watch Titanic though.
Ramy