This is inteeeeeeeeeeeresting. I would love to drive along and hear the Backstreet Boys on the road…no? Not everyone wants to rock out to “Quit Playing Games”? Perhaps that’s why I have an iPod.
Bonus video:
Yeah, you love it. Don’t act like you’re not going to watch it over and over to learn the choreography.
I mentioned last week that I was starting to get a leetle sick of Gossip Girl. The plot was getting sort of boring — and by boring I mean less deliciously crappy — and I was losing interest. But tonight, folks, my favorite guilty pleasure redeemed itself. There is so much new scandal and I love it!
Dan had a new girlfriend who sucked a lot and then the girlfriend turned out to be working for the Chuck Basstard! The Lord and the Duchess were hooking up! Jenny’s hair still looks so brittle that I’m worried she might be anorexic in real life! And, most importantly, Serena is eeeevil again. Mwhaha!
Also, Nate is still prettier than I ever hope to be…
Give me your eyelashes, fool!
In other news, I’m totally loving the new iPod song, “Bruises,” by Chairlift. I’m a sucker for a good song from an Apple commercial (right, KTray?).
Once something newsworthy happens that isn’t financial (because, remember, I just don’t understand that stuff. And I have no money to lose, so it’s hard for me to try to understand…), I promise I’ll stop writing exclusively about Gossip Girl.
So yesterday I’m just driving along, listening to my beloved iPod, when “Hand In My Pocket” by my beloved Alanis comes on. This time, however, was different from the 500,000 other times I listened to it. I still sang poorly and confused the verses, but this time the song really resonated with me. I mean REALLY resonated. So I put that shiz on repeat. Alanis and her harmonica were slaying me. Then it hit me. Uh oh. I am now an angsty 20-something and Alanis’ music actually applies to me. (And everyone else, but you know what I mean.)
I began to evaluate my life. I’m very happy, yet emo at the same time. I’m with someone who finds my jokes tolerable (I’m funnnnny!), I’m working on a campaign (trying to be an agent of change and save the world) and living at home (if you live at home post-college, there is no explanation needed), going to South America post Election Day (backpacking around in hopes of finding some adventure), and hopefully going to grad school next fall (read: I’m not entirely sure what I want to do in life other than see the world and blog. But this will buy me some more time. Kidding…kind of.)
But who cares? No big deal. I want mooooooooooooooooooooooooooore.
That being said, I come up with a new plan every day. Two days ago, I decided I wanted to become an alpaca farmer. Seriously. I saw some Alpacas at a local fair and fell in love with the little bucktoothed buggers. They’re completely heinous and totally hilarious. What can I say? I have an affinity for inner beauty. I took a picture of one. He is my new muse:
Cute, right?
I’m all over the place. Just tonight I have looked at jobs with National Geographic, HuffingtonPost, and political consulting firms. Three weeks ago I envisioned myself moving to Seattle. Who knows? Maybe tomorrow I’ll decide to go to med school. Or maybe I can just get a pair of scrubs and pretend…
While this is definitely my quarter life crisis, I don’t think it’s unhealthy. I’m in no real hurry. I am, in fact, only 22–although I feel like a dinosaur when I get Facebooked by people born in the 1990s. I’ve still got a lot of questions that need to be answered. Like, what is a fire, and why does it…what’s the word…burrrrrrrrrrrrn. (That’s two Little Mermaid references in one post. Heyyyyo.)
When I do settle down, I’ll be ready for it. And like I said before, I’m happy right now. I’d try and describe how I feel some more (it’s half my blog I can talk about feelings all I want!), but hey, Alanis puts it best.
And what it all boils down to
Is that no one’s really got it figured out just yet
’cause I’ve got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is playing the piano
And what it all comes down to my friends
Is that everything’s just fine fine fine
’cause I’ve got one hand in my pocket
And the other one is hailing a taxi cab.
On top of the ticket, that is. Here she is at a rally yesterday talking about “a Palin and McCain Administration”. Errr…ummm…pssst, Sarah. Sarah? When you are running for the number two spot (God save us all), you usually put the presidential nominee’s name first and then your own. It’s just common courtesy.
I don’t have a lot to write about right now, because the only things going on in the world are the Second Great Depression and Sarah Palin. I don’t understand the economy, and I’m sick of talking about Palin, so I’ve got nothing. And I mean, Kathleen already stole the best story of the day.
But I want to post SOMETHING so let’s all listen to my new favorite song, “She Moves In Her Own Way,” by The Kooks. Those of you who know me: picture the song as if it’s about me. Picture me dancing to it, moving in MY own way. Which is to say, extremely awkwardly. Now didn’t that bring a smile to your face?
Also, isn’t the title a great six word memoir? Quick, somebody claim it and make it their own!
To commemorate the return of The Office in just one short week (yay! Jim Halpert!), I am posting this amazing video. So watch it. It will make you feel warm and tingly inside…that’s what she said?
It is the end of an era. Really, it is. Total Request Live, MTV’s show aimed at the 12-15 crowd (so that means you start watching when you’re 10, and stop when you’re 14…and occasionally turn it on when you’re 16 or 17…just because it’s on) is ending it’s 10 year run in November. WAHHHHHHH. I feel my post-college depression kicking in yet again. And like last time, when they changed the game of Clue, Cheez-Its will soothe my pain.
So what are we really losing? Here is how TRL is described on the MTV Web site:
At TRL, we bring you the latest, greatest music videos, bangin’ live performances and the hottest celebs. First, we combine your online votes, with the top songs and artists from all the places you go for music — mtv.com, downloads, music charts, ringtones, radio and more — to create the hottest, most all-inclusive music countdown.
Wowie, this is serious. This show is important. People are enfranchised, there are great music videos, hot celebs, and of course we can’t forget the banging’ live performances. And an opportunity for girls to act like this when the Jonas Brothers come to town. Okay, I just love this picture and want to use it all the time.
Here’s the thing–I haven’t watched TRL since the Backstreet Boys (sigh. Why are you such a screw up, Nick Carter? We were supposed to get mawwwied!) but I’m still kind of sad. And Carson Daly hasn’t been on the show mimicking not only the clothing style of whoever his guest was, but also the verbal style, since 2003. Now I’m all sappy and reminiscing. Remember when Carson dated Tara Reid?!
Sick. Oh and another scary thought, Carson is 35 years old now.
I’m just sad that future generations won’t be able to talk about TRL the way my friends and I can. It’s sort of like when we talk about how good MTV’s Undressed was, my brother has no clue what we’re talking about. At least I hope he doesn’t. That show was wayyy inappropriate for him at the time. Me too, I guess.
Anyway, I leave you with a music video, circa 2000, that is the only proper way to end this post and bid farewell to TRL:
The woman who made wearing glasses sexy is back. Tina Fey, I love you. And now she is back on SNL as highly under-qualified Alaska Governor Sarah Palin–and she’s great at it. Even the obnoxious accent is right. Enjoy.