My Evening

~ Pick up Gabi from day care. She is in a good mood and asks to eat at Angelina's.

~ Considering I just got paid today, agree to dinner at Angelina's.

~ Consume fajitas with my little lady.

~ Child requests dessert.

~ She is denied.

~ Child bats eyelashes and insists that she can "hypnotize me with [her] cute."

~ Order flan for dessert for my sweet baby since they are fresh out of sopapillas.

~ Make mental note that ankle-biter does not like flan, even if it is four bucks.

~ Visit grocery store to purchase milk for munchkin and DOUBLE ROLL toilet paper since I bought single roll last time and am completely fed up with changing roll every four hours.

~ Remember commercial for Veet wax set. Recall use of the word "comfort" in title and decide that it doesn't sound so bad.

~ Add to basket new Kindergarten workbook for the little princess, My Little Pony Memory game, and newest issue of D Magazine.

~ Check out and purchase 5 lottery tickets (2 Cash 5, 3 Texas Lottery). Inform child that if we win, we will totally go to Six Flags.

~ Go back to apartment complex and check mail. Insert mail into shopping bag not containing milk.

~ Go home and view last night's Dancing with the Stars while setting up My Little Pony Memory game.

~ Vow to watch Strictly Ballroom more often.

~ After Dancing with the Stars is finished, view Hit Me Baby One More Time while playing My Little Pony Memory game.

~ Halfway through HMBOMT, beat five year old at My Little Pony Memory game. Try not to rub it in.

~ Decide to open mail on commercial break.

~ Open unmarked envelope to find tickets to Pat Benatar on July 9th.

~ Show Gabi and scream and act like an idiot for oh, about five minutes.

~ Order half pint into shower.

~ Read Veet box while listening to rugrat sing Kelly Clarkson songs in the shower.

~ After shrimpboat finishes shower, help dry hair and comb out. Put into braid to prevent tangles.

~ Help with first couple of pages of Kindergarten work book.

~ Carry baby girl to bed and pat the royal back until she is relaxed and ready to sleep.

~ Bid baby a good night and sweet dreams.

~ Decide that waxing tonight would be better than trying tomorrow night, just in case further hair removal procedures will be necessary 24 hours after initial removal (common procedure for hair removal tactics).

~ Carefully read instructions and begin to wax legs.

~ Realize that counting to three and taking a deep breath assists in rapid removal of wax strips.

~ Marvel at removed hairs in used wax strip.

~ Utilize wax removal cloth included in set. Note that only one such cloth was included in set.

~ Decide that bikini line could use some attention.

~ Cut regular wax strip in half.

~ Apply 1/2 wax strip to right side of bikini line.

~ Remind self that children have been birthed and this will be no big deal and over much faster.

~ Attempt to remove wax strip.

~ Remember that there were a lot of drugs involved in birthing child.

~ Decide to slowly remove wax strip so as not to rip out any more hair.

~ Reach for wax removal cloth and realize that all magical wax removing properties are now gone.

~ Consult box. It says to use cotton ball dipped in oil to remove wax after magical cloth has used up all of its magic.

~ Search bathroom for baby oil. Remember getting unfathomable amounts at baby showers six years ago and insist that there must be some somewhere in house.

~ Accept defeat in battle for baby oil.

~ Remember purchase of Crisco a few months ago.

~ Dip cotton pad in Crisco and apply to my very violated bikini line.

~ Cotton sticks to wax.

~ Apply more oil.

~ Roll up cotton and remove wax.

~ Use washcloth to apply more oil.

~ Note wax-free bikini line.

~ Apologize profusely to right side of bikini line.

~ Realize I have half of a wax strip left over.

~ Decide to wax left side of bikini line utilizing lessons learned from right side debacle.

~ Apply wax strip much more carefully.

~ Count to three and take deep breath.

~ Count to three and take deep breath.

~ Count to three and take deep breath while removing wax strip.

~ Make mental note to never ever apply wax to bikini line ever again. Stick to chemicals next time.

~ Apply Crisco and remove wax.

~ Get dressed and think about how lucky some man would be to have me right about now. All oiled up: tasty and flammable.

~ Decide that a glass of wine is most certainly in order.

~ Read label on wine. McWilliam's Merlot, South Eastern Australia, 2003 trophy at Sydney Wine Show.

~ Locate corkscrew.

~ Curse entire nation of Australia for making its wine bottles so bloody difficult to open.

~ Get wine bottle open.

~ Continue to curse entire nation of Australia for existence of CK.

~ Drink glass of wine while writing blog.

~ Note pleasing anesthetic effect of wine.

~ Consider letter writing campaign to Veet complaining of false advertising for using word "comfort" in title of product.

~ Pour new glass and publish blog containing horrific details of evening.

Do you know who is really getting on my nerves lately? Blondie. If I hear "Call Me" one more time on some inane commercial, I'm going to stab myself in the face. Has anyone ever listened to the lyrics of that song? Color me your car??? WTF, lady? Whatever. Also? Blackeyed Peas. Just.... Phunk this, OK? I don't care what you do, just get off my TV and get the hell off of my radio. So much hate.

On the flipside.... boy I love me some Kelly Clarkson. Numerous times today, I was flipping through stations and she was on at least two stations simultaneously. That girl's got some pipes. American Idol worked for her. Too bad no one else will ever measure up. I'll keep watching, though because I am addicted to television. Television. When you say it out loud like that... it sounds so.... futuristic. Like... teleport or transmogrifier. Awesome. Also? There's always an also. I have a renewed love for Def Leppard despite their obvious problems with spelling. Although, I can definitely respect their love for phonics. Nothin but love for the hard o' hearing spotted cats. But when they were actually popular? I seriously could not have cared less. They all sounded the same to me. Drums, guitars, whatever. Bring on the New Kids and Milli Vanilli! But now.... man, I can't get enough! I just wanna rock out and armageddon it (whatever that means)! And I don't really care much for Poison or White....whatever or any of those other 80's "hair bands." Just Def Leppard. That's all.

Man, I'm in a better mood than earlier tonight, eh? I guess beer and free food will do that. My friend Tom (who is leaving on Tuesday *sad face*) won this goofy contest where you find the mistake on the calendar. Anyway, he won a "party" with free pool and free food. Well, he had invited all his peeps and like, everyone bailed except for a couple of people so he just kind of gave up on it. When I heard this, I was like.... dude. That is the biggest load of bull. There are at least ten other regulars here who would join you and probably 10 other random people here that would join you, as well. I mean... who turns down free food, right? So he went on and ordered the FREE food and we played pool and all was right in the kingdom. Yes, I somehow kept getting chosen to play pool with people (due to lack of willing participants) and yes I found new and interesting ways to lose, but it was still fun! For me, anyway. And now I'm tired. And I should've been in bed a couple of hours ago, but I chose to stay and write because things were still trolling about my brain (especially after some beers), so you know... had to get it out. =)

Wow. That only took 10 minutes. Fastest blog EVER!!!

I smell like car. I mean... is it just me? It's like, I left work smelling like a rose. Then I went to pick up the munchkin and took her to her father's place of work which is about 10 miles away, but I have to use city streets (no freeways) so it takes more like half an hour to get there (grr). So I'm doing this lovely deed for my co-parent, who by the way, will most likely never return the favor. The only time I am outside is at work, day care, bank (his workplace), mail box, and home. I mean, sure it's 100 degrees outside, but I wasn't even outside for a total 5 minutes and I have some massive a/c in the car. And I get inside and I'm like.... ew... shower now. Such a vast decline of hygeine in so little time. Gotta love summer.

OK, sorry for the gross story. I noticed that ABC aired a rerun of Dancing with the Stars before airing the new episode tonight. Didn't something else used to come on before it? Some new show that was canceled so quickly that no one even noticed it was gone? I've been watching Beauty and the Geek during that hour which somehow is always really good. Richard gets on my ever lovin last nerve, but I have to admit that he adds conflict and.... annoyance. Poor Mindi. Poooooor poor Mindi. And then at 8, I've been recording Dancing while I watch Veronica Mars reruns. Rocks my face.

I have had a lot of junk rolling around in my mind lately, probably due to my not adding any posts lately. So how come when I sit down to write it all, I go blank and all I can think about is car smell? Sheesh. OK, maybe I'll be back later to add on.

Oh, a quick hello to our newest reader! This one.... a KIWI! =) And new anonymous commenter.... if you're in love with me, the least you could do is sign your name. Hee!

Not tonight....

Hm, apparently this Blogger thing has got its images thing figured out. Let's test this bad boy out.

Well. That particular feature seems to work. OK, let's try the other feature....

Hm. Excellent. Well, I guess that's it.

OK, not really. I think I may have somehow acquired some new readers. Hello new reader from the UK and hello new reader from San Antonio. =) I am sorry if you were expecting something interesting or poignant, because I am neither of those things. Unless, of course, you consider like.... algae interesting. If you just thought, "Hey, what's wrong with algae?" and then you clicked on that link and read at least one paragraph.... well, this might just be the blog for you after all. Please, leave a witty and meaningful comment. One of us needs to be at least one of those things and let me tell you, it ain't gonna be me.... not tonight anyway.

Coincidence?

Last night, Jessica and I hung out with some guys from Bowling for Soup. And guess what I have today? A hangover I don't deserve. No lie.

Summer TV Part Deux

Summer TV. What to say? It mostly.... well, sucks. That's good and bad. I mean, there is some decent programming, but unlike the fall, when every night is jam-packed and sometimes overflowing with delicious TV goodness, the summer is kind of like a light brunch. Most of the stuff you don't care about, but you eat it anyway while you wait for the good stuff (i.e. lobster). Aaaaanyway! Here's my unprofessional and admittedly irrelevant opinions....

I Want to be a Hilton: Gabi recognized this show from its promos. She said, "Daddy said this looked stupid." I said, "For once, Daddy's right, honey." I mean... social tips from the woman who raised Paris? Heebies. But we watched it anyway. Why? Nothing else on. So, it's not TOO bad. The cast is everything you think it might be. The gay one, the black diva, the cowboy, the showgirl, the white trash. But here's what surprised me.... Kathy Hilton actually is kind of charming. I mean, that's practically her job, but she has better camera presence than Tommy Hilfiger and, dare I say it, Donald Trump. At one point, Gabi groaned, "When's Survivor coming baaaaaack?" Word up, homey. Just..... Word.

The Cut: Sigh. Tommy Hilfiger has zero camera presence and maybe should not be the star of his own show. Add on top of that unlikable cast, seemingly irrelevant tasks, cheesy dismissal line, and little too much similarity to The Apprentice (all except the good parts.... if there are any left) and you have a forgettable show. Pfft.

I still love Beauty and the Geek. It gets better every week. I'm not all about Dancing with the Stars as much, but I do record it since it comes on Wednesdays and Gabi's with her dad and he refuses to watch it so she and I watch it on Thursday night. Whew! Long sentence...

The Scholar: Yes, I realize that Gabi and I are the only ones who watch it. Pfft. Gabi loves it for some reason, so we watch it. It's OK, I guess, but it's kind of heartbreaking to know that half of these incredibly bright kids will probably walk away with nothing. At least they don't send one of them home every week. If everyone could like, stop copying Survivor, that'd be great.

Gilmore Girls: I had never ever watched an episode of this show until last Tuesday. They're replaying this past season and it is actually really good! Like, now I know what all the hype is about and why there should probably be more hype. It walks that line between comedy and drama so perfectly..... even better than Desperate Housewives IMNHO.

Veronica Mars: Hee! I love watching the reruns (even though they're not in order.... grrrr) knowing the answers to the mystery. It's so tasty!

And my new addiction....

The 4400: Now this is appointment television. And I would like to thank Jing for getting me hooked on it. Jessica was cool enough to DVR all of Season One when they replayed it a couple weeks ago and we spent a week catching up. So by the time that Season Two rolled around, we could watch it when it came on and not be behind. The story is really something that can hold your attention and leave you wanting more. And it's on cable so there's sex and mild cursing! Awesome!

Relatively short post. I've been sick and should go to bed, but I took two naps today so to tell the truth, I'm not quite so tired. But then again, I haven't taken my magical cough medicine yet. Ah, I'd better get to that. Oh wait! First.... cute Gabi story.

So Gabi has this game called Cadoo or somesuch. It's basically a bunch of different cards with different tasks on them. Some are to make a clay sculpture and make the other team guess. Some are draw a picture and some are "live action" sort of a charades type thing. So she gets a charades card and she stands up and puts her hands over her head like you'd do if you were making a shark fin. She says, "Guess what I am, Mommy!" So of course, I guess shark... nope. A diver? Nope. A statue (cop out guess)? Nope. Can I have a clue? Orange! Huh? I'm baffled so I give. "I'm a carrot! See?" And she shows me the card and it says "Karate." =) Learning to read is fun.

OK, off to dreamland!

Make It Stop!

There are a couple of phrases that I hear a lot and they drive me up the wall. They make no sense and I really feel that I need to spread the word and hopefully, little by little, they can be stopped.

The ball is in your court: Meaning that it's your move. I've done my share, said my piece, and now it's your turn. Now, if the move you made was in your court, and now the ball is in my proverbial court, then I guess that means we have two courts and that we are not even playing on the same court and could possibly be playing two completely different games. Does that make a lick of sense? NO! How about, "The ball is in your half of the court" a la tennis or ping pong? Or simply, "It's your move" alluding to chess? What game do you play on two courts? It's ridiculous and it must be stopped. Inevitably, this phrase always comes up in a tense situation, so I can never point out the ridiculosity of that statement. I know it's a figure of speech, but it's a really dumb, nonsensical figure of speech. I hate it. But not as much as I hate....

Day in and day out: AUGH!!! I want to scream every time I hear it and even moreso when I read it! WTF is a DAY OUT???? Night time, you say? OK, then explain to me why people say "week in and week out" or "year in and year out" or any variation of said excrutiating statement!!! It's supposed to mean "all the time without fail" but dammit, don't people hear themselves when they say it? Can I possibly be the only one who has heard it and thought, "That doesn't make any sense." I mean.... for that matter, what's a day in? I mean, no one ever says, "Well, I really only go to work day in, Bob works day out."

Now, I put up with these phrases for a long time because I thought that maybe they were just some sort of regional colloquialisms that I just needed to suck up and deal with. For heavens sakes, I live in Texas and I probably say "fixin to" on a daily basis and don't even realize it. What is that about? But then I started seeing these vile phrases in print. In NATIONAL publications and I just couldn't freakin deal with it any more. I had to vent. If you've gotten this far, you know like, thanks and stuff and maybe you'll want to join my army of colloquialism police? The CPD? I could really use some deputies.

Oh Wee Oh Wee Oh!

This post will have no structure. No beginning, no "meat of the story", no closer, and, as you may have guessed, no point. Let's get started, shall we?

The other day in the car, Gabi and I were listening to the radio and "Jungle Love" came on the radio. Gabi asks, very sincerely, "What kind of music is this?" I think for a minute about how to answer that and first decide to NOT say "It's Morris Day and the Motherfuckin Time!" a la Jay. So I tell her, "Well, the band's name is Morris Day and the *pause to make sure I don't say it* Time. I guess this kind of music is happy pop funky soul dance music." And she says, "It makes me want to DANCE!" And I look in my rear view mirror, and sure enough, she is boogeying her little heart out. Oh Wee Oh Wee Oh! Just a fount of fun, she is.

Friday, I was driving (again) and I was listening to the best radio station ever. Get this.... Nelson (!!!) and Harvey Danger back to back. I almost exploded from my desire to high five that DJ. Nelson, y'all. NELSON! And then FLAG POLE SITTA! o/* I can't live without your love and affection! I can't take another night on my own! I'd give up my pride, save me from being aloooooone! BAY-BEEEEEEH! o/* Man, whatever happened to those guys? Cheesy videos and long-hair-slinging aside, they were pretty good!

And now I'm going to go over to Jessica's and go swimming. This is terrifying to me for two reasons. One, I am fat and don't particularly want anyone seeing me in a skin-tight, tiny piece of fabric that shows off my every imperfection. I'm so used to dressing to hide those flaws, and I do it so well, but swimsuits.... brutal. Two, I am white. Milky white. Blindingly white. I burn in like, twenty minutes. I wear everything-proof 50 SPF to prevent myself from burning. So why can't people just accept that I'm pale? Huh? Everyone's always tryin to tan me. "Girl, you need some sun." I love sun. But the frying of flesh isn't really all that fun for me. And I think that people take my pale skin as a sign that I don't go outside much. Well, even if I did go outside a lot, I'd still be really pale thanks to the wonders of SPF 50. So stop all this nonsense! I'm here! I'm white! Get used to it! Or something.

Leaving now.

Word of the Day

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Today, on my way to pick up the bambina, I was behind this car with a shoe-polished message on its back window. I'm always curious to see who graduated or who got married or whatever. But this one said, "American Campion!" Well, I can guess at least one thing that they're NOT the champion of. Oh look, here's another thing they're not the champion of! It always amazes me when people don't catch these things, because let me tell you, there's ALWAYS someone lurking about to point out my mistakes. You know, if I ever made any. *ahem*

So anyway. I met a guy this weekend. Well, I should say he introduced himself to me at the bar. It was actually sort of funny because he was there with CK. Oooh there's a name you haven't heard in a while, eh? Anyway, so he (we'll call him J) introduces himself to me and then he turns around all, "This is my friend [CK]!" I said, "Uh, yeah I think we've actually met before." I think most guys would quit right then after noticing the smiles of acknowledgement we exchanged after that. And J DID notice because he mentioned it later. He also mentioned that he knew CK was quite the "playa." So I guess he gets points for tenacity. He did ask me if there was "history" between CK and me. I think I said something to the effect of "less history, more like a very boring, drawn out soap opera." I've realized something about the way I feel about CK. It's very love/hate. Sometimes I'm into love and adoration with him and sometimes I'm very deep into the hatred side of the scale. Most of the time, they just sort of cancel each other out into a blissful apathy, but sometimes (like this weekend), it can run the gamut in a few hours. Which makes me hate him. Anyway, so J was pretty persistent about asking me out. On paper, this guy is awesome. Former football player, degree in computer science, respects his mom, very laid back, same age as me. SO WHAT'S THE PROBLEM? I put my finger on it pretty quickly: I didn't find myself laughing at him once. Someone once told me that I cannot hold out for that perfect guy because he is not out there. I have no problem believing that. But I really really don't think I can ever make things work with someone who does not make me laugh regularly and riotously. It sounds so cliche, but it's so true! And it's not just for guys. I hold the same standard with my friends. I cannot think of a single friend I have that does not crack me up every time I talk to them. Jessica, Emily, Melinda, Jordan, and yes, even Brad (he's gonna kick my ass for that. Hee!).* And when I meet new people, I swear if they don't make me laugh, I will never remember them. I mean, I know everyone's not like this because I've seen some really boring people hook up.

Speaking of which, last night, this couple comes into the bar. The guy is wicked hot, but is so loud that I quickly find him unattractive. His girlfriend, though.... well, how do I put this gently? My first thought was "Why even bother with a shirt?" She was wearing a black tank top so low cut (and wide-cut) that you could see where the fabric folded under her boobs. So low cut, that even the girls were staring. SO LOW CUT that we were sure that the slightest mis-step would result in an X-rated event. Well, so much for mystery. Except for the one where Brad and I wondered if she had nipples, and if so, where they could possibly be. That's how much of her breasts were showing. Honestly, I cannot even tell you what her face looked like. I know she had blonde hair (making the rest of us look bad). How desperate must you be for attention? Like.... wow. And I think they were uh... new because I've never seen anyone with natural boobs fondle themselves quite that much. She knew everyone was staring and she loved it. God, I'm so glad I have a personality. There were three other women around the bar and Jayme behind the bar. One was Jayme's sister in law that I had met maybe once before, and the other one was a woman that none of us had met before. And we were all exchanging those "wow" and "what the...?" looks the whole time. And then Booby McBoobs finally left with her loudass boyfriend and there was a hush over the bar while we all tried to process what the hell just happened. Then Jayme pulls her shirt out and looks down and says meekly, "I feel so small." Hehehe! We all did! All four of the remaining women were relatively modestly dressed. I was probably dressed the most risque, but there was not a lot of cleavage showing. I think for guys, it would be the equivalent of a man walking in and announcing he has an 8" penis and then just turning and leaving. I mean, technically, I suppose it could be a good thing, but does everyone really need to know? I mean, I've known girls to get new boobies (this is Dallas, after all) and they don't fondle themselves or let them all hang out (literally). They just feel more comfortable in a bathing suit and can find clothes that aren't so baggy on top, I guess. Eh, some things are not for me to understand.....

Like physics. And calculus. And men. Oh no. Don't you dare sit there all, "But we're so easy to please!" That is a load of bullshit if I ever heard it. "Just show up naked with a six-pack of beer." Shut. UUUUP! If someone actually did that, you'd call her a psycho. I find that many men (not all! Don't get on my case!) expect women to cater to them, but are reluctant to give the woman what she needs. I.E. "I want to play Playstation and I should be allowed to do so for hours on end, but I will not be required to pay attention to my wife/girlfriend/whatever and give her what she needs from me." That is bullshit and if you think you can be a lazy ass while your woman washes your dirty socks, don't get too comfortable, because it won't last long. And then there's the opposite of the spectrum. All they want to do is cater cater CATER! I mean, yes, at least he is making an effort. Kudos. But then we get into smothering territory. I don't know. Maybe I sound hard to please? I just want a happy medium between those two extremes of apathy and suffocation. Boys are dumb. STOP BEING DUMB! Thank you.

I hate gender issues. Can you tell? =)

OK, enough disconnected rambling. I just had to get that stuff out of my head. Yay therapy!!



*Internet friends are not included in this list because if you weren't funny to begin with, I wouldn't bother talking to you at all. The list is too long to really type out and I would inevitably forget someone and then I would get in trouble. So to save my own ass, just know that if you are reading this, I probably think you're funny. And not in a past-expiration-date-milk way, either. Although some of you.....

All hail summer programming!

Well, the regular TV season is over. All the "good" shows have wrapped their seasons, so now we're down to summer fluff. Tonight's the first night I really got to sit and watch stuff. We watched Homeward Bound last night and it really confirmed all the reasons that I hate animal movies. My daughter had to calm me down and tell me that all of the animals really do end up OK. SHE'S FIVE! I hate animal movies. Anyway! I watched two summer fluff "reality" shows tonight. The first of which was...

Beauty and the Geek: Ashton Kutcher? Geez. The man who brought us Punk'd brings us this show. I was skeptical, I will admit. They bring these beautiful women together with so-called "geeky" guys so that they may learn something from each other. I was won over pretty quickly. The guys are incredibly smart and endearing (except for Richard) and the women.... uh.... well. Yes, they're very pretty. I think my favorite would be Erika. She seems to be the most self-aware, even though she is a life-size Barbie model (no, I am not making that up... that is her actual occupation). But the others... one of them actually said that a woman can get anything she wants using just her looks. I don't know if that speaks more to the women that are willing to use their looks to get what they want, or the men willing to give in to them. It's an interesting social commentary. I think I could write volumes on it, to tell the truth, but I'll spare you if you'll watch it tomorrow night. On the freakin WB. Yeah, I had to look up what channel it's on, too. I love the guys, though. I think the one who keeps getting nosebleeds is my favorite, followed closely by Brad, who I think is so smart that he doesn't exactly know what to do with all of his brain power. I was actually sad to see that they eliminated someone at the end of the show. I think for this show, I'd rather see some kind of point system put in place just so we could follow all of the contestants through the game. It's a lot of fun. Seriously, I was impressed. It's one of those shows that doesn't have to be heavily produced because the interactions between these people is enough. I dig it.

Dancing with the Stars: OK listen. I freakin love ballroom dancing. I would watch this show whether it had celebrities on it or not. It's going to be a guilty pleasure on the American Idol level. And I think it is a total girlie show, so girls, if you have men in your life, do not make them watch this show! They don't freakin care! Let them go play Playstation or throw darts or do something manly! Anyway. I thoroughly enjoyed it. I wish they'd have more practice footage and less stupid interviews about how they "felt out there." I would also like for them to go a little more in-depth on the professional dancers. They all sound like cocky bastards, which honestly, was kind of awesome. Anyway, John O'Hurley (yes, J Peterman) was the freakin bomb! What a ham! I could've watched him all night! I mean, they did dance to Earth Wind and Fire, which was a huge plus, but they were also entirely enjoyable to watch. Two enthusiastic thumbs up. Fine holiday fun for the whole family. And on the low end, Evander Holyfield dances like a log. His dance partner was freakin amazing and made him look really good, but he didn't really do anything. I kind of felt sad for him. And on the girls' side, Trista "The Bachelorette" Sutter did a great job, IMNHO, but then again, didn't she used to be some basketball team dancer? So, you know, she's got rhythm and knows how to move. Anyway. Loved it. But I'm a girl, so.... Hey! If you loved this show, you should check out Strictly Ballroom. I freakin love that movie! You won't recognize any of its stars, but you'll probably recognize the name Baz Luhrman, who also directed Moulin Rouge. The man is completely off his rocker, but knows how to make visually stunning movies.

In other news, wikipedia is the most evil/awesome website ever. I cannot stop! It is the coolest encyclopedia ever! But you must be warned... once you go to look something up, it is really hard to stop clicking through to links to other articles. I cannot remember what I went there to look up today, but I ended up reading about reality shows, which let me to reading a whole lot about The Amazing Race, which inexplicably led to me reading about conspiracy theories. I really have no idea how or why and that is the drug that is the wikipedia. And that drug? Is kind of awesome.

So with that, I bid you adieu. I must sleep for it is late.