That Smells Hot.

I kid you not:







Yes, kiddies. Paris has a fragrance. (Apparently, she has four.)

I was spending the afternoon with Hector (who's going to Philly this week - BOO!) and as if we were middle aged suburban mothers in Iowa, we wound up in TJ Maxx (do they spell it with two "x"'s for shock value?). Hector found what he wanted (an article of clothing for his boyfriend that I will not disclose - if you can even call it an article of clothing, lol) so we got in the line from Hell. While we were waiting, I noticed the fragrance section was right next to the cashier. I was just mentioning to Hector how I desperately wanted cologne earlier in the day, so I decided to go take a look.

There were quite a few choices at my disposal. Kenneth Cole Signature and one of the variants of Hugo Boss were both there and are both brands I've worn before, but were in the $30+ price range (I only brought $20 with me). Some of the fragrances were unfortunately automatic rule-outs, like Curve's 3rd fragrance whose name I cannot remember. (Everybody and their mom wears Curve.) After a few moments, I had it narrowed down to three: Cumbia and Blue something or other, both by United Colors of Benetton, and Just Me For Men by Paris Hilton. I picked up all three to show to Hector, and included the Paris one as a joke, but then he told me I should get it and he was being serious.

I contemplated the pros and cons: I really only picked up the Cumbia one to say I was wearing Cumbia (the kind of irritating tch-tch-TCH, tch-tch-TCH beat music my sister and I associate with the Mexicans in our neighborhood), and the Blue one because it was blue. However, Cumbia had a lemon looking ingredient in it (a PLUS - I'm a huge citrus nut). Just Me did too, but it also had essence of treemoss, which sounded creepy to me. And each of the UCoB ones were $10, whereas Just Me was $13. In the end, though, I decided to trust Hector's judgement and go with the Just Me.

And I opened it after I bought it - and it. is. ORGASMIC.

Paris once again manages to stun me, a feat she first started doing with her music (it's actually GOOD). And some might argue that I'm giving her more money, but she probably only makes like $1 from every bottle she sells. And then probably donates that money to charity!

...Ha ha, no, I couldn't keep a straight face that long either. Whatever. The point is, I have an awesome cologne, Paris has $13 more, and I am going to smell absolutely rapeable for the forseeable future. :)

24 Hours.

In exactly 24 hours and 10 minutes, I will be precisely 19 years old.

Just felt like stating that. :\

You Can Deal With Chris...

I'm a little annoyed at myself for being pretty involved in American Idol this year. I mean, in a way, it's kind of hard not to be seeing as how it's the #1 show in the country. And I guess "involved" is a pretty vague term, because I usually just pick a guy I think is hot and a girl I think is cute and go along with it. However, I have a tendency to pick the ones who are actually talented so there's reason to back them. I will admit, in the girls department, I haven't always been spot on (Jasmine Trias, any hardcore Idol fans?). However, I've yet to be wrong with the boys, and this year is no exception.

My cause for this year, as well as my future husband, is the scorchingly gorgeous Christopher Michael Richardson, born February 19, 1984. (Gotta love the stalkers over at Wikipedia.) The boy is beautiful. Have you seen the pictures? YOU HAVEN'T?! Don't worry, you'll agree with me in a moment.

If you read a bunch of reviews on the show, Chris tends to polarize people who watch - you either love him and sing his praises endlessly, or loathe him and use every chance possible to call him a nasally Justin Timberlake-wannabe. Is that seriously the only thing you can come up with? I mean, last time I checked, there are but so many types of singing voices, not to mention that almost everyone sounds the same when they sing (do you ever hear a Jamaican or British accent in some of today's songs?), so of course being a tenor "like Justin" the comparisons will be made. But I'm sorry if I think that Chris is a legitimately better singer. I mean, for one thing, he doesn't rely on the use of falsetto for an entire song. (He also doesn't use his next single to prove the mantra: "Don't cheat. Otherwise you'll end up in a fiery car crash. And presumably die.") He rarely ever relies on falsetto, he just happens to have a (FULL) higher pitched voice. And yet all of the Chris-bashers (an alarming amount of them female - angry lesbians much?) use these as their only point in his criticisms. He's nasal and he sounds like Justin Timberlake. You're whiny and you sound like a dumb bitch. Moving on.

Another blatantly obvious reason I support Mr. Richardson. You can deal with this:



...or you can deal with that:



You can deal with this:



...or you can deal with that:







Yes, Chris. I don't know what that is either. Now somebody tell me this man is not worthy of siring some sexy little babies with you. (Or me. Preferably me.)

So. In addition to his hottitude, fans seem to be very involved in Chris' personal life. From the speculation on the "girlfriend" (or "girlfriend: HAAAAAAAY!" ?) to his involvement with other AI contestants and M-list celebrities, none of the rumors are juicier or more fun to fantasize about than Cake.




Cake is the term coined for the relationship between Chris and fellow competitor/"friend" Blake Lewis. (Cake, in case you didn't catch on, being the combination of Chris and Blake. And although I'm all for the idea of Chris being single (so he can marry me! duh!), I actually don't mind their perfectly natural yet deliciously homoerotic friendship. In addition to being hotties, it's giving gay guys around the world more reason to love them.

Talented, boyfriend rumors, HOT like Phoenix in August...Chris definitely gets an A++ in my book. Now all I have to do is get him to marry me. Kyle-Steven Richardson...has a nice ring, doesn't it?



I second that hottie's opinion. ;)

Starving Artist Syndrome.

I guess I never really came down with SAS - Starving Artist Syndrome. I always just kinda was drawn to art - I liked it, I was good at it. I still am I suppose, I shouldn't use the past tense. But in all seriousness, I never really felt...I dunno. Whatever it is that it seems artists are "supposed" to feel. I don't get art shows. I obviously comprehend their purpose (to get people to see some damn art), but I don't really GET the performance piece or video installation or sole toothpick on a pedestal aspect of it.

That's the good and bad thing about art - it's a diverse medium. You can draw or paint or sculpt and all that shit. I draw and do photography. That's about the extent of it. It's funny that four years of concentrated art in an Art School (doesn't that sound so deliciously pretentious?) did not a whole lot toward nurturing my art. It made me kind of hate a lot of it actually.

Which is the point I'm ultimately getting at. I never really yearned for art, or lived for it...I just think it's cool. And I think I'm good at it. So I do it. But you won't catch me like, trying to make a sole means of income off of it...

This was going somewhere. I don't remember where now.

So much for 4 in the morning posts.

[artist me.]

Turn The Sun Down

My birthday is 3 weeks from today. My party is 2 weeks from tomorrow and I still haven't finished paying/planning/praying for it. School is just sucking increasingly more and more. The weather's going crazy, so crazy that apparently it's going to equal a hurricane for the city sometime within the next couple of years. And people are acting way too perky when I want to punch them in the face.

And the sun won't stop coming out. It's pissing me off.

Bring On The Handcuffs!

I don't have any minutes on my Sidekick, and I probably can't buy any more for a while despite getting my Tax Return check, because I have to pay for the Blue Party (which I'll explain at a later date). I'll also explain "Percival" at a later date, but the bell's about to ring and it's time for another gripe.

Because the authority figures at LaGuardia won't rest until our school has been entirely transformed into a prison, they're intending to add video surveillance cameras to the hallways to monitor the actions of students. Granted, there have been two trash can fires in the past week, but that's the most "exciting" incident that's happened here in all my years at LaGuardia. (Well, minus the whole bomb-threat, marijuana brownies, people that normally smoke in the bathroom and Meningitis outbreak). But come on, nobody walks around with weapons here, we don't have metal detectors (nor do we need them), and our classrooms still have windows, unlike a certain school across the street. On top of all this, the cameras are going to be hidden, so that students won't be able to tell whether they are or aren't on tape.

My main question: what the f**k? Seriously. In a post-9/11 world (and I'm sorry I'm getting all political here), some people are already paranoid enough, and that's without people that fear the government monitoring our every action. So why start that business in school, where we spend most of our day anyway? This year has been one bad idea after another, first adding 3 minutes to the official attendance period last term, then an additional ten minutes to the entire day. The cell phone policy put simply is assinine, considering that if a cell phone is confiscated a parental unit must come in to claim the device. Many people have parental units that WORK during the day so that they and their families can LIVE, so how does it make sense that they should be prevented from sustaining a living to pick up a device that is almost essential in today's world? To go even further, until the phone is returned to the student, they are without a means of communication to whomever they need to communicate with. This could cause minor problems such as not being able to pick up a loaf of bread from the bodega because you didn't get your text message, or it can (God forbid) go so far as to not being able to know a family member died because YOU DON'T HAVE YOUR PHONE.

I really can't wait to see how much further they'll go to butcher our rights. Bring on the orange jumpsuits!

The Awkward Fart Question

So I went down to the LGBQT Center on 12th Street with Holland today, to take part in youth peer discussion. Boy was it awkward. First off, being that we only knew one another, it wasn't exactly easy to just hop in and befriend everyone. Especially considering most of them seemed to already know each other and didn't make too much of a large effort to get to know us. Secondly, some of the people had ridiculously over-the-top personalities, which was more intimidating. I know I can be a tad obnoxious every once in a while, but I try to make it the welcoming kind of obnoxious where I don't exclude new people from whatever it was/is that they're...in. Probably the most awkward thing (well, second most awkward, since being eyed, looked up-and-down, ogled, glared at or any combination of the former) was the "ice-breaker" question, which was if you could have your farts smell like anything, what would you want it to smell like?

?!

I said lemons. Whatever.

Caroted Kumquat

I'm pretty sure I hate school now.

The people have always been kind of irritating. There are exceptions, like my friends, but in general many LaGuardia students are just really REALLY obnoxious. On top of that they're unneccesary. How can you be obnoxious and unneccesary? That defeats what little purpose you had, if any.

Anyhow, Yoga is a pain in the ass. I signed up for it thinking it would be relaxing yet beneficial, and I could make up the gym credit I owe. I didn't know LaGuardia's definition of "relaxing" was working your body to near-collapsing points and leaving class every day sore and in pain by only 9:45 in the morning. I also signed up for Journalism, thinking that it might be a class of intrigue. Again, I didn't know LaGuardia had a different definition of "intrigue", entailing the largest amount of work I think I've ever done in any class during my entire academic career. For kids like me who are on the fence about REALLY wanting to go to college, they're doing a bad job of encouraging us.

So now I'm left with seeking refuge in the computer lab 4th period. This may have to change soon for two reasons though. I may need to switch Yoga to 4th period so I can prevent becoming a super-senior (any combination of 15 unprepareds - latenesses and absences count toward this - means that you fail the class for the semester. I already have 7, and it's only March 9th. I have 4 more months to go, plus a couple of days. This has got to be a formula for impending unhappiness.) I also may need to just not write blogs in school, since the BOE is now banning virtually every website in existence (like MySpace). Granted, some people allow themselves to get distracted too easily with that, and some people are just stupid and get kidnapped and raped (can I even say these kinds of things, or will this soon too be banned?) but I'm not one of them, and neither are a lot of other people. Group suffering for a minute number of individuals' stupidity. Gotta love the school system's interpretation of the First Amendment.

Ugh, I'm getting political now. Let me just stop before I end up writing something that could get this site taken away from us also. (Though I bet it's only a matter of time before it is anyway.)

So...yeah.

So...yeah. I decided to make a blog here, since just about all my other blogs give me trouble when I try to write in them. Chances are I'll mostly be writing here when I'm bored out of my mind in school or when I'm on the bus via my sidekick, but we'll just have to see. I'm gonna hit the hay now. ;)