Alright, so I know that people love Michael W. Smith. And I get that, I do. He's one of the fouding fathers of contemporary Christian music, blah blah blah. But here's the thing: He gets on my last nerve. I hate that guy.
Okay, I don't hate him. But let me tell you how this started. When I was a senior in high school I saw him in concert with Third Day. I just saw him because I was there to see Mac Powell, one of the many people I love enough to become a Mormon-esque second wife of. I LOVE Mac Powell.
But Michael W. Smith looked ridiculous. His jeans were painted on, and he was wearing these weird tube-sock looking arm warmers like he was trying to be 20 again. And I just said, Whatev, Michael W. Smith, you are not 20. And I don't really like you.
So then last semester I went to his church one Sunday where he's the worship leader/pastor (which I didn't know you could do) and he totally PHONED IT IN. I'm not even kidding, he looked like he didn't give a flip about being there.
And every time I see a commercial with him in it now, he looks SO BORED. Everything he's advertised in being, he looks like he would rather be anywhere but where he is. Does he think he's too good for this kind of thing because he's semi-legendary? I just don't get it, and it annoys me.
Anyway, in other news, I am the most awkward conversationalist ever, especially when it comes to boys. Seriously. I cannot speak to them without saying something really dumb, and instead of just walking away, I say something else to try to cover it up, which is also dumb, and occasionally insulting. I pile these idiotic, awkward phrases on top of each other until this alarm goes off in my brain that's like "Just get out of there, both engines are down and the rear thrusters are on fire" and I make my exit like "Okaygreatwellseeyoulaterhaha..."
Which I don't get. I mean sure, I may be a lot of things, but stupid is not one of them. In fact, in normal conversation, sometimes I'm pretty clever and witty. Ugh, whatever, I hate myself.
OOooooh, I loved August Rush. It is one of the single most beautiful films ever made. Freddie Highmore is either going to be an amazing adult actor or he'll join the endless parade of pitiful child stars, and I'm pegging him as the next Ryan Gosling. He can communicate so much emotion with just a slight change in his facial expression, the same way that Ryan Gosling does.
I see this bumpersticker almost every day, and in huge letters it says WWJBD? And the first time I passed it I thought sweet, what an awesome philosophy to live by. What would Jack Bauer do? But then when I got closer I realized in smaller letters it said What Would Jimmy Buffet Do?
And for some reason, that really pissed me off. Jimmy Buffet, seriously? Who cares what Jimmy Buffet would do? He's a drunk! That sings about getting drunk and not caring about life! Why would you want to do what he does, which is blow off responsibility?
And now every time I see it, it makes me mad. What would you rather be, America's greatest weapon, one of the sexiest men alive, or.... Jimmy Buffet? It's a stupid bumpersticker and I hate it.
Of course, you could make a couple statements about me based solely off of how much I just ranted about a random bumpersticker that's not even on my car, or the car of anyone I know personally. But that's another post.
I hate it when I have to write papers that I feel are extremely irrelevant to my education. Like, okay, so George Herbert was a great poet. But I can't wring three pages of material out of a 14-line poem of his. And frankly,
a. He's long dead, and doesn't care what I have to say about his poems
b. If I'm planning on becoming an elementary school teacher or a writer, or whatever I'm doing, I don't think I'm going to need to know how to defend George Herbert as a poet.
James McAvoy totally made People's Top 10 Sexiest Men! I couldn't agree more with that decision.
Also, I have to say that I never thought I'd be saying this, but I agree with Kevin Federline. TAKE THE KIDS AWAY. Britney couldn't take care of a pet rock right now. She's a WRECK.
So I rented Amazing Grace last night and watched it with some friends, who called it "boring" and "slow." I think it's incredibly tragic that Americans have become so conditioned to expect constant action and explosions in every movie they see. Whatever happened to careful plot buildup, intelligent dialogue, a good setting? Why do there have to be endless flash-bang-bam cuts until you're practically epileptic? Amazing Grace is a phenomenal movie, and I defend it. I defend it with all my heart, and I hope to own it soon. That and Ocean's 13.
If you know me, you know that I love 24 with all my heart. And besides Tony Almeida, one of the people I love most on 24 is David Palmer.
If you've ever seen 24, you know that the most trustworthy person in whole wide world is David Palmer. Jack Bauer may kick a, but let's face it, sometimes he's a liar. I mean sure, it's for national security, but sometimes, he lies.
But David Palmer is ALL ABOUT THE TRUTH, ALL THE TIME. And so, when I see these All-State commercials (have you seen them? with David Palmer?) it makes me really upset. Because Dave told me we don't have All-State, so when David Palmer asks me if I'm in good hands, I have to say NO! I'm not in good hands!
I just trust him! If insurance was up to me, I would switch it this minute to All-State, because if David Palmer tells me that's what's best for me, I believe him. And I don't like when those commercials come on because I feel like David Palmer is trying to tell me about some disaster that's coming and I'm not heeding any of his warnings.
On the way to band pracitce Friday I saw a truck that said R.E.M. Laundry Service, and I thought, "Why would you name a laundry service after the most restful cycle of sleep? Sure I have positive connotations with R.E.M. sleep, since I love sleep and it's the best kind, but I don't want people to be sleeping while they're handling my laundry."
I had a couple days where I got tired this week of having no boyfriend again. And it sounds dumb to say it like that, but when you've gone 20 years with nothing, no date, not even a hint of interest, it really starts to lead to a lot of deeper issues. I was just talking about this with my friend the other day.
Because even though it's wrong to judge your worth by what guys think of you, you start to look around and go, "What is wrong with me? Why has no one even wanted to go out with me, ever?" And you start listing everything that's wrong with you, even dumb stuff like, 'I have really ugly feet' (which, since I've vowed to be totally honest, is true) trying to decide which thing is the reason that no one wants to date you.
And the longer you go through life without anything, or anyone, it starts to become a bigger and bigger deal. And suddenly you're 20 years old and you've never been kissed, you've never been on a first date, and you are sick of everyone harping on you that it's a good thing, that you're lucky. (I should stop saying you and just switch to "I").
Okay, I am sick of people who think they know it all who have the nerve to tell me that I'm SO LUCKY that I've never had a boyfriend, that I should be GRATEFUL, they wish THEY had never done any of that stuff. Which, I'll tell you, (and I never use language, but this pisses me off), is bullshit.
Oh, you would? You would take back all your relationship experience and go through highschool and two years of college feeling ugly and bad about yourself all the time and wondering if anyone's ever going to think that you're something special? You would? That's what you'd do, huh? Good choice, moron, good choice. Whatever. I guess I'm done being shallow and whiny for today.
To end on a non-whiny note, people from the University of Kentucky are all jerks and a half. (except for those guys who helped me get out of the parking garage.)
I am so sick of homework, I really am. I know that all college students say that, but I am truly sick of it. I'm trying to churn out this journal that I'm supposed to have been doing the whole semester in an hour, and all I can think about is how pointless it is.
I mean, really. If it's supposed to encourage me to write, I already do that! I have way more important things to be working on then doing random crap that doesn't benefit my education at all.
And I am sick to DEATH of trying to get this Plan of Study together for Honors. Why do they need this?? Not only do we have to list every course that we have taken or plan on taking, by semester, for four years, then we have to list all the courses again, by major. What kind of time-wasting idiot came up with the format for this thing?
I bought the new BSB cd, it is KICK-A. Also, I found out that Tony Almeida will be returning at least for the season premiere of Season 7 of 24. I told you guys he wasn't really dead. Tony doesn't go out like that.
