Feb 07, 2005 02:02
So this weekend I headed up to Austin to celebrate Mardi Gras which we all of course know is the celebration of....what the fuck is Mardi Gras a celebration of?!!? I found out that Austin's mardi gras is not, I repeat NOT the mardi gras you see on Girls Gone Wild commercials. I think the penis to vagina ratio was somewhere around 100:.033214. I have never seen so many people (mexicans) wanting to see girls (fat, ugly, or a combination of the 2 with low self esteem) boobs. I was expecting to see all these hotties showing it off, but here is what i literally saw. A guy on a rooftop shouted "HEY FATTY SHOW US YOUR BOOBS" the girl, who should have been insulted, simply pointed to herself to ask "Me?" and then obliged the man by flashing him. The guy then said "OH THOSE ARE FUCKING DISGUSTING I'm NOT GIVING YOU ANY BEADS HAHAHAHAHA". Even though that was one of the saddest things I have ever seen...I had to laugh.
In other news, I am SOOOOOOOOOOOOOO tired of Ryan Cabrerra. His hair looks like he dipped his finger in water, licked it several times, and then shoved it straight into an electrical socket for a few days. I wont deny that he is talented and has a good voice but JESUSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS if i hear that high pitched song again I will probably do nothing, but i really dont like it. And whats with the weather? I wish it would make up its mind. Cold or hot, I really dont care. Just one.
Another thing, I have become obsessed with pictures. I LOVE having pictures from a night of heavy drinking. Is it because I want to look at what a good time I had? No. I think it is more that i want to REMEMBER what a great time I had. But seriously, its great and I look at them all the time.
I hate to say it, but Paul McCartney and Half Time show DOES NOT EQUATE to awesome. I like Paul, but CMON (GOB)...the half time show is supposed to be FUN, FAST PACED, EXTRAVAGANT...none of these things are possible with Paul standing up there looking like a tortoise playing Hey Jude. Sorry, it doesnt work. I was just waiting for him to stand up from the piano bench revealing that he was wearing ass-less pants or something to shock us all. Unfortunately, or fortunately, it didn't happen...but how about those Ameriquest commercials...