Two Cents

Finally! I was formulating a blog entry in my head on the way home from school this afternoon but couldn't get into blogger.

Does anyone else think that Kelly Clarkston has a little Sheryl Crow-yness to her voice in her latest single, "Breakaway"? Don't get me wrong, I would never mistake Kelly Clarkston for Sheryl Crow, or vice versa, because I adore Sheryl Crow's songwriting and Kelly Clarkston's lyrics are usually dripping in about 27 pounds of cheese (I'm not hatin', I'm just sayin'. She's an American Idol; I think there's some kind of Velveeta clause in their contracts.). Well, I heard "Breakaway" on the radio today and was like, "Sheryl, honey, what are you doing?" but it was just Kelly Clarkston. Phew.

In other news, the single solitary reason I still kind of sort of like the Black Eyed Peas is Fergie (or whatever. You know, the chick.) I really like her voice. It doesn't sound like your run-of-the-mill pop voice to me. Of course, I personally have a range of about half an octave and can't carry a tune in a bucket, so I know quality when I hear it. Heh. But even though I like her voice, I hate her just on principle. Not only can she sing, she also STOLE my body. Seriously. Fergie, if you are going to continue to refuse to return my perfectly sculpted and tanned body, I'm going to need to know how I am going to be compensated. I've almost had it with you. I want my perfect abs and I want them NOW!

Ahem. Also, because there's so much to do around here these days, I've been going to the driving range for fun. Actually, I've only been twice, yesterday and today, and today I think I was worse. For anyone who doesn't know, I suck at golf. S-U-C-K. And even though I am well aware of my innate suckiness, I still get blindingly angry when I get there and find out that yup, I still suck. Usually about half the time I hit "drives" that just dribble pathetically to the 150 yard mark, and the other half, to my credit, usually go pretty far and high in the air. Unfortunately, the half that goes far and in the air don't usually go straight. Every once in awhile they do, and then I'm happy for about 3 and 1/2 seconds, but then? More suck. And then, the foul and discourteous language. I've been told my swing is fine, and that I don't have the temperament for golf. I can't help it. Why just leisurely hit when you can swing for the (proverbial) fence?

I realize there wasn't a point to this entry, but I haven't updated in awhile so I figure mindless bullshit is better than nothing.

Some Like It "Hot"

Once again I have managed to stumble upon merchandise with a highly questionable origin, this time in the form of Louis Vuitton luggage. I didn't have a whole ton of cash on me, so I just bought this for a cool $150, about 92% off the retail price.

Too bad I'm not going to New York until late November. Maybe I'll go hang out at Hartsfield for the day just to wheel my awesome luggage around.

Moving On Up

I'm moving to a sweet gated community in Kennesaw! This place is about 14 tons of awesome. It kicks my old apartment's ass any day, and get this: I'm less that one mile from Town Center mall, an ice skating rink, Wal-Mart, tons of restaurants, and school. Plus I can be in Buckhead in 20 minutes. I love it.

Jack and I went down there to chill last night. We only got in one (relatively) minor argument the whole time, and the rest of the time it was great. We had a couple of "celebrity" sightings, including a woman who looked astonishly like Oprah (Jack: "Stedman must be at the bar.") and Joe Dirt and Joe Dirt, Jr taking a Charlotte Russe bag out to their monster truck. We also had a visit from Officer Kickball, but other than that it was a pretty mellow night and a moderately productive shopping day.