The Oscars are on in a little bit. My prediction? Mystic River will SWEEP. You heard it here first (and probably last… tehehehe.)

In honor of movies and such, I redesigned Recommended Viewing. Confessions of a Teenage Drama Queen and Dirty Dancing: Havana Nights have been reviewed (and well-liked by me).

Yes, Dirty Dancing: Havana Nights rocked the casba. Diego Luna= sizzzzzzle. I was so, so ashamed to go see this movie, but am so, so glad that I did.

Bahhhhhh. I spend all day and night archiving all my posts so everyone could see how stupid I used to be. See them here: The Archives. I actually like the layout there better than the one here. Pffffft.

I had a run in with the infamous Plaid Boy yesterday. I was just walking to my locker, minding my own business. Then all of a sudden I saw him talking to this chatty chunky girl from my study hall. I was a little jealous. But to be honest, I would have been more jealous if he was wearing a solid-color shirt. But no. It was plaid.

Oh, and a little snippet for black history month:
“fo shizzle ma nizzle” is a bastardization of “fo’ sheezy mah neezy” which is a bastardization of “for sure mah nigga” which is a bastdardization of “I concur with you whole heartedly my African american brother” (Urban Dictionary)

Oh, and thank you all for the lovely comments. I am feeling much better. How much better, you ask? I made a PeeWee Herman wallpaper. That’s how much better.

Bah. I’m so sick. I have no idea how I got this sick. I couldn’t even think yesterday. I slept for almost 7 hours. My throat is all hurty and I had this annoying headache. I haven’t gotten this sick in a very long time, and I hope that it goes away soon.

But despite my physical ailment, I had a nice relaxing evening in front to the tube with my parents. We watched the Joy Ride DVD that I bought my dad for Christmas. Then we watched ALL of the alternate endings. Great googly moogly. And then we watched the Trading Spaces episode where Hilde did that awful bathroom all up in… flowers? Seriously, she needs to be stopped.

Well, I just hope that I’m feeling good enough to watch Arrested Development tonight.

I watched a little bit of The OC tonight interfaced with a dab of The Bachelorette, and Angel when both were at commercials… which was basically no angel. Tear. At the end of The OC, they played Ryan Adam’s cover of “Wonderwall,” which I love, and I bought the CD with that on it a few weeks ago, so I was very excited to hear it on the show. And speaking of The OC, does anyone look at Mischa Barton and think big scary man like I do? Sorry, Mischa. But you have this really deep voice, and you’re HUGE. I watched her on Regis & Kelly on Monday. Good lord. HUGE.

I also caught the last 20 minutes of Smallville tonight. Clark went into this whole speech to his mom about how if it didn’t work out with him and Lana or him and psycho girlfriend of the week, then there probably isn’t anyone for him. Don’t worry Clark, you’ll move to the big city one day and meet Teri Hatcher… ermmm… I mean Lois Lane.

Oh, and the Bachelorette. Poor Chad. He was my favorite. But I’ve already figured out who it’s going to be. I don’t understand why she is crying the previews for next week. I don’t wanna choose. Would you like a little cheese with that wine, Meredith? You could have just picked Matthew tonight and had the whole show be over.

I really don’t intend to overhype, but is anyone besides me wicked excited about Starsky and Hutch? Sure, Ben Stiller and Owen Wilson will be their standard of awesomely funny, but c’mon… the movie has SNOOP DOG in it. Snoop is hilarious. He’s a way better comedian. Much better than that little rap artist career he tried to have. Stick to comedy you crazy mofo. You’re better at it. Sometimes I even crack up just looking at you, Snoop. You’re already great in the previews. “Do you know a lot about golf?” “I know even more about grass.” Bahahahahahaha. Not to mention that Jason Bateman is in it, which makes it a *must* see.

Thanks to a giftcard from my wonderful parents, I bought the Counting Crow’s Best Of CD this weekend. And it’s the prettiest CD I’ve ever owned. I probably would have bought it based on looks alone. But the music is good too, so awesomeness all around. And thanks to a check from my neighbors for babysitting, I bought The Darkness’s CD, Permission to Land today. It’s my first CD with a parental advisory. GASP! Bring on the cursing. I’m already banging my head to the CD, which is a good sign. Along with the Darkness CD, I also bought Say Anything on DVD. I originally intended to buy Runaway Jury on DVD, but Say Anything was only $9.99, and I’m a sucker for any CD’s or DVD’s that are only 10 bucks. And I rather prefer a young, dashing 80′s John Cusack anyhow.

Tonights Gilmore Girls is reviewed.

Hey… what’s with Melissa Etheridge covering Greenwheel’s Breathe. This is bothersome to me. She’s ruining a perfectly good song.

Due to Presidential birthdays, my school was closed today. I got to sleep in a few hours and watch A Wedding Story. I also got to stay up late last night watching Alias “After Six” over again. Dizzzzzzzzamn. Sark is the hottest thing ever. They way he looked at Lauren the entire episode drove me crazy.

So here’s a new layout. It features Jason Bateman, the star of my new favorite show, Arrested Development. I’m so torn because AD is so good, but their air it against Alias. But fortunately, ABC keeps airing episodes of Alias weeks and weeks apart, so I still get a chance to watch Arrested Development. And there’s always the option of taping for those who aren’t lucky enough to have TiVo.

I feel like I should be doing something productive- like homework or something. But alas, no. I’ve done pretty much all I can do. I could get ahead even more, but I’m opting for lazying about. Maybe I’ll watch some TV on DVD. And if you’re really bored, I revamped the personal section, so you can read up about me. But only if you’re really bored.

Earlier this afternoon it snowed a lot. And I mean a lot. Then it all melted. And now I’m all sad. Tear.

But on the plus side, there’s a brand new Alias tonight. And no school tomorrow. Thank you, President’s Day.

I tried on some prom dresses this weekend. Some were very pretty. I was surprised at how well they fit me around my stomach- that’s usually the most irritating part of my body to make things fit with. But NONE of the dresses were big enough for my huge breasts. Tear.

I usually consider myself a very cultured person. But I just realized today that Nat King Cole is a man, and not a women. All this time I thought Nat was short for Natalie… Natalie Cole… anyone? Well, I’m going to go hide in a corner in all my stupidity now. I’m so ashamed!

Hey. Valentine’s Day is just around the corner. I love a good excuse to eat chocolate.

Meredith, Meredith. What are you doing to me? Am I really going to have to sit through another week watching comb-over skeleton-face guy Ian try to get with you? I know Lanny’s mom was a bit snappy about the religion thing, but at least he has a full head of hair! Blahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

I went to the grocery store today to pick up a few things to make V-day upcakes. And as I was walking out I hit a display of sugar and it kind of exploded in the middle of aisle 7. Then I ran away really fast to the U-scan out of embarrassment. I mean, how did I do that. Are my hips that wide? Thankfully there were no employees hanging around. I was very scared they would make me pay for it.

Also, a song recommendation for you all. Damien Rice – The Blower’s Daughter Part Two, if you can manage to find your way to an mp3 of it, it’s wonderful.

After repeat viewings of Daredevil (don’t ask me why) I got to thinking about all these tricked-out superhero outfits. They’re all so so very cool. But where did they come from? I doubt that Ben Affleck has the finesse to taylor his own leather body suit and embroider “DD” on it all by himself. So if you want to have a wicked awesome outfit for all your superhero outings, who do you turn to? I’m doubt you could go up to just any seamstress and say “could you sew me a leather suit with a cap that covers my face and the initials of my superhero name in it? I swear it’s not for sex. I’m saving the world!”

Or can you? Seamstress’s do seem to be more gullable these days. You just never know.

But some movies have shown the evolution of the superhero-bondage outfit. Spiderman and Batman, most notable. I seem to recall Val Kilmer mentioning a work-in-progress Batman outfit that he had to wear out of a last resort. “It’s only a prototype.” Bahahahaha. They have Batman outfit prototypes. Alfred was probably the taylor in that case.

Then I thought about the super awesome outfits that the X-Men have. The explanation for these is rather easy since there are lots of mutants, so one of those freaks is bound to be good with a needle and thread, and they make all the super X-Men outfits.

But that still doesn’t explain the Daredevil outfit with the two little horns on his cap- very creepy.