| An actual
evening to sit here and not do a thing. So I do
the usual. Pop in front of the TV and turn the
trusty laptop on and time the distances of time
that my ISP decides to let me stay online. I must
have the absolute worst connection in the history
of online mankind. GTE likes to boot me off every
9 minutes (and that's on a good night)
and I'm constantly squawking at it as a result.
Sure, it would be wise to get a new ISP, but this
one is added to my phone bill. And the more bills
that can be comined on to one large bill is
something I welcome. I'm lazy. Sunday
night television was, as usual, a bit lacking.
Zoe, Duncan, Jack and Jane DID mention a plunger
(which is two episodes so far that has brought up
such a fateful tool) so that was okay. And MTV
has their special Grammy spotlight on. I don't
really understand how a lot of the grammy
categories work. How are Garbage in the
"rock" category but not in the
"alternative"? And how are Hole up
against John Fogerty? I don't get it. As much as
I'm not a Fogerty fan, I don't really want Hole
to win. Why? Yeah, good for Courtney Love. Get a
makeover and turn into the disgruntled public's
Sweetheart. You still act as obnoxious on Chris
Murphy. Yes, both of you can spout an occasional
funny line but it just seems like you both try
too hard. I don't hate Courtney Love, she's got
her merit, but I don't understand the
uber-appeal. Her voice annoys me. And I don't
care to see that much of anyone's breasts. So
thanks anyways.
Did
you know that Sheryl Crow has won as many Grammys
as the Beatles? Strange.
And
Alternative category. Hmm. Radiohead nominated
for a b-side EP, which just cracks me up.
Sandwiched somewhere between Smashing Pumpkins
and the rest is PJ Harvey. Who I love. Her lyrics
remind me of Hardy. It's that same sense of grim
reality with a romantic overtone. I would love
for her to get some sort of recognition, but I
know she really doesn't have much of a chance
compared to the artists who sell better.
My
birthday was a success. Had a lot of drinks and
got quite a few gifts from so many sweet people.
My little sister's boyfriend got me so much
stuff! A Kinks and WEsley Willis 7", the On
Your Own single that I didn't have, a mix
tape, and a pocket watch from Burger King. AND he
bought me a birthday cake! My favorite kind too -
carrot cake. That was the sweetest thing ever.
Yesterday
I went out with my mom to the house in Whitesboro
that my parents bought. It's actually really cute
and victorian and gingerbread. They're rebuilding
a lot of it, and stripping out the mauve paint so
liberally used throughout the floorplan. In a
year or two, it's going to be a beautiful place.
120
Minutes is on. Debbie Harry looks terrible. New
Blondie song is terrible. Sometimes bands
shouldn't attempt a comeback. Oh feck, a Morissey
solo video. Kill me. Kill me now.
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