Huh huh...boobs...

Every five minutes it seems, on every network television station in the metro DC area there are commercials for the upcoming Disney on Ice performance of Finding Nemo. And every single time I see the commercials I start to laugh like a ten year-old boy because the fish costumes make it look like everyone has gigantic white boobs. It’s hysterical. And I’m thinking about going.

JAMIA SIMONE NASH

Best part of the Oscars? I discovered Jamia.

Pulp v. Gump

In my mind it is very clear that there is a two-way tie for the best movie soundtrack ever. And anyone who disagrees can kiss my ass, because you are just plain wrong. The best two soundtracks are Pulp Fiction and Forrest Gump. I am watching Forrest Gump right now and every single time I watch it I like it a little bit more. It is hands down my favorite Tom Hanks movie and that is saying a lot because he’s had some really good movies.

I’m boycotting all social engagements this weekend. I am sick of people in general right now and I felt like staying at home. I started my very first oil painting this evening and I realized that 1) oil paint is a difficult medium to work with, and 2) I could definitely get into it. My first layer isn’t too bad. I am kind of impatience, so I don’t know if I’ll be able to get used to letting each layer of paint dry before I add the next, but overall I am happy with what I did tonight.

Tomorrow night is the Oscars. Considering I’ve only seen one of the Best Picture nominations (Juno), I have no idea why I am so excited. Every year is the same. I think it’s because I went to a film school my freshman year of college. I love watching movies, and I especially love watching really great movies. There’s just something about the Oscars that is fun to watch. I like seeing what people wear and which movies win. I usually get really annoyed with the acceptance speeches, but making fun of the speeches is part of the fun. And Jon Stewart is the second or third coolest person on the planet, so any excuse to watch him is fine by me.

Anyway, I’ve been slacking on my blog lately and I have a feeling I will continue to do so. My life is pretty damn boring right now and not even writing is giving me any motivation lately. So all you Dyck’s out there can just suck it.

I'm F*cking Matt Damon

Hell, I'd settle for Jimmy Kimmel at this point...

What Happened to Mitt Romney?

Without Romney, the election suddenly just got a whole lot less scary...

Yes We Can

Until recently, I'd forgotten how inspired I was by Obama when he spoke four years ago at the Democratic National Convention. My younger sister has never known a President without the name Bush or Clinton. Obama is change and I know he has a long way to go, but I really hope that he can pull it off. Because I truly believe that he can win and he could be an amazing leader. Yes we can!

Super Tuesday AND My 100th Post AND My Birthday!! Talk About A Celebration!!!

Last weekend, I had an overwhelming desire to watch My Cousin Vinny, mainly for the courtroom scene where Marisa Tomei’s character kicks ass. I absolutely love that scene. It makes me wish I was a Brooklyn girl with an extensive knowledge of cars. But alas, Hollywood Video didn’t have it in stock. I would Netflix it but the only downside to Netflix is that there is no instant gratification and by the time I actually get the movie, I probably won’t even want to watch it anymore. I only get one movie at a time and I refuse to return Y Tu Mama Tambien until I have actually watched it. I have been meaning to see that movie since it came out. My current roommates are pretty anti-subtitles, so it might be awhile...

Anyway, on this most special of days, my birthday, I have decided to leave work early and go home and do whatever the hell I want to for the rest of the day. Last week was pretty hellacious (more on that later?) so I think I deserve an easy day. Birthdays aren’t as excited as they used to be so I am actually kind of at a loss about how to celebrate. My 100th blog post is going to have to suffice because it’s Tuesday, so I don’t want to get schmammered and besides, I am getting too old for that shit anyway. I’ll probably end up eating the ice cream cake my roommates got me on the couch watching Super Tuesday results. Next year I have to do something at least a little bit bigger to celebrate the big 3-0! I refuse to leave my twenties without a bang because I am cool like that.

So I leave you, my faithful 4 readers, with a picture of my youth. Don't hate me because I was such a bad ass.