Sonya Renee

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50% off Sonya Renee jewelry!

I asked for a SR necklace for my birthday, but my mother can see the future and got me sweet speakers instead. It's a good thing...I just got my little necklace for 1/2 off. Way to be Care!

Chop Choppa

I chopped it all off this weekend. The self-indulgent face was made in an effort to get you to ignore my 11 PM unkempt face. Maybe I'll take a picture later where you can actually see the cut when I'm washed and looking less oily.

I loved Studio Enizio. Finding a decent salon in Utah valley is quite the feat in the hair school factory of the west. We were pampered in robes, given drinks, scalp massages, and actual attention was paid to the cutting of my hair for $25. Glory Glory.

Plus, it looks like my future dream house.

Whitney and I officially look like twins. She is very concerned about the loss of her identity.
She'll get over it.

AI Recap

Red thrones. Seriously? And were they only using two rooms of the "judge's mansion"? What a waste of a pool and a view, gracious. Have a BBQ or something. Since I already have too many favorites, I'll just get to my grievances for now.

These two got through because producers think they're good TV. Unfortunately, Tatianna del Toro is quite possibly the most annoying person who has ever been on this show. No one will vote for her. If you do, you should hang your head in reality television voting shame.

Frankie Jordan should have stayed. I'm annoyed. I would have actually voted for her. My bet is that she'll be coming back. More on that below.

As I was putting on copious amounts of Maybelline Great Lash this morning, mulling over the important matters of the world, I had an epiphany. First, I thought, WHY DID THEY LET JAMAR ROGERS GO? He has already branded himself, has unique fashion, and has a great voice. And then, it hit me. They're doing a dadgum wild card round this season, Courtney. Each judge gets to pick one person who was sent home to come back to the show during top 36. HE'S COMING BACK. I will put good money(or my Maybelline Great Lash) on the table betting this. They can't get more dramatic than the reuniting of two best friends. "You were gone, and now you're back!" You thought you had me, AI, but you don't, ya jerks.

My favorite moment of the night came when ole' Tati was peeing her obnoxious little pants over Paula's CLASSY jewelry line. The precious little ring Paula gave her is on sale for $12.95 by the way, act fast. One size fits all! Can't get classier than that.

When Simon said, "You're such a good person, most people wouldn't promote their jewelry line on national television Paula" and followed up by telling Tat Tat "She's gonna want that ring back" I was dying. Thank you, Simon, for making this show worthwhile.

twentysomething

As I enter yet another blessed year on earth, one that happens to include my graduation from college, I've become some ridiculous cliche of a retrospective twentysomething lately. I guess that piles me into the massive heap of kids aimlessly wandering the earth trying to find some higher purpose..or at least a friggin job. SWEET!

As these cute little emo moments creep in, I have found that two very separate genres of musical artists/musicals help to make me feel even more apart of this fabulous little stereotype.

Ben Rector.
I saw him live a year and a half ago, and although his live recordings do him no justice, I've been listening to The Kill from his new CD...and Bright Lights and Twenty Tomorrow from his older CD. Thanks for my emo moments Ben!

Tales from the Bad Years
This is a collection of disjointed songs and short scenes that touches on several issues that us poor, oppressed twentysomethings go through. A personal favorite is "How to Return Home" performed here by Laura Osnes (former Sandy in Grease). Most of the other songs use some strong language, and unless you REALLY want some emo/ I can fight the system moments, don't say I didn't warn you.

*******

Also, my official American Idol recaps will start tomorrow...mostly because of my outrage in this psycho beezy getting through. I'm sure you're on the edge of your seat!

Grammy rundown

We hunkered down yesterday around 5, with piles of saturated fat (courtesy of Sam's club) to watch all 12 hours of the Grammy's.
My abbreviated commentary:

Yes, Whitney looked great. But why is no one talking about her drug/alcohol/Bobby Brown induced stupor. She was stumbling all over her words and her eyes were categorically wonky. Oh, and one kiss blown to Clive Davis is enough, Whit.
Miley cannot sing. I don't know why the recording industry needed this little duet on national television to remind themselves...but it was painful...like cringe inducing. Find a new bestie, Taylor.

Justin Timberlake/Al Green can do no wrong. Poor, poor Keith Urban back there. Although he was featured in no less than two performances last night, apparently his guitar skills, and not his vocal prowess, are in demand these days. He didn't get near a microphone.

M.I.A is a riot. Performing in a mesh cut-out dress on your due date-That kid is going to be out of control.

Mr. Mayer wore a satin mock-collar jacket. Sometimes I think he wears this stuff just to be written about.

Carrie was so shiny last night. Her bronzed legs were blinding and made me want to do leg lifts for the rest of eternity.

Finally, my ABSOLUTE favorite moment of last night. Adele winning best new artist. She wasn't even mentioned in all of the pre-show British invasion montages, and then she destroyed the competition. I screamed, fell back in my chair, and almost went crashing through our sliding glass door at this point. She is fabulous..her album shot up to #6 on Itunes within 30 minutes of the show airing. Keep on chewing that gum, girl.

I will choose not to mention the fact that the musical gods allowed the Jonas Brothers and Stevie Wonder to perform together...and then nick forgot the words to superstitious. I won't dignify it with a picture or the paragraph of disgust that I could write.

GG withdrawls

I got caught up on Gossip Girl the other night via zee youtubes.
I wish I was kidding, but I felt a sense of accomplishment. I can breathe a sigh of relief...phew, I can be conversant again with my peers about the trashy high school melodramas of our day.

Way to go Court.


Blair/Evans: Destroying the lives of teachers since 1992.
On to One Tree Hill!

Friggin Sherlock

Where there's a pointless debate/investigation/question, there's me...searching to give you the absolutely pointless answers.
Whitney Port, of The City, previously of The Hills (and previous to that an actual real life person) lives in the most ridiculous apt in NYC. She's 23. Seriously?


Well apparently this little shot (clearly shot from the next deck over..and thus, completely set up, mind you) caused quite a ruckus. It shows a brick exterior as opposed to the glass exterior that the panned out shots show of Whit's little apt in Gramercy...... Am I still talking about this?
Well, I found this handy little graphic to clear the air. Whitney lives at The Elektra and pays around 10K/month. I'm not kidding. Did I mention she's 23? Yes. Did I mention that MTV has hooked up each and every one of these girls with their sweet jobs and in return these companies get a RIDICULOUS amount of publicity. Umm, Hi Kelly Cutrone and People's Revolution. Am I adding to their plot by continuing to talk about it? Why, yes, yes I am.


I'm so glad this debate was settled. Don't we all feel better about our day now?