Stupid Ashlee Simpson and stupid Pete Wenz got engaged. Big deal. Everyone is making a huge deal out of it and spreading rumors that she is pregnant. Gross. Until I hear the words come out of her mouth confirming it, I don’t care. Actually, even when she does confirm it, I don’t care. She has not been worthy of media attention ever since the whole SNL lip synching bullshit.
Every time I think about the fact that American Idol is half over, I panic a little bit. I love it so, so much. Just wanted to share that with everyone.
Speaking of television, The Office is back – THANK GOD. Let me tell you, if you missed last week’s episode, you totally suck. I watched that episode three times in a row and then twice the next day. Granted, it wasn’t my favorite episode ever (I love the ones with all the supporting cast) but watching the interaction between Michael and Jan was off the fucking charts. My favorite part, hands down, was when the police show up at Michael’s condo and Dwight runs out to greet them and the cop goes, “Not now, Dwight.” CLASSIC.
Anyways, I leave for March of the Living in like a week and a half, which is super crazy and insane. I got my packing list last week and I think I’m gonna be okay except for the following things that I do not own and do not plan on ever owning:
1. a backpack
2. hiking boots (yeah, you read that shit right)
If, perchance, you are someone who owns those things (although I’m sorry, but WHY would anyone?) could you let me know, like, ASAP? I need to borrow them. Thanks in advance.
Anna’s wedding is SO soon. I spent all day Sunday in Beverly Hills purchasing potential dresses to wear to either the rehearsal dinner or the wedding itself. I came home with four, and I’m still on the hunt for more. It’s not easy trying to find the right one – you try explaining to a bitchy gay salesman exactly what one should wear to an evening wedding in May in the south.
Oooh, I want to share a recent exchange between me and Jacob. He called me yesterday and demanded I get on Anna’s wedding registry to look at gifts he was thinking of buying for the happy couple.
Jacob: “Oooh, I could get her stem-less wineglasses.”
Me: “I’m sorry… isn’t that just a CUP?”
Tomorrow I am getting a snazzy haircut in preparation for Meema’s Arrival. Super excited to see her. For those of you who don’t know who Meem is, she is my grandma (my mom’s mom) and she is basically super-fab, platinum blond, and just as fun and crazy as I am. She and my Aunt Susie, Uncle Alan, and cousins Ryan and Sam will be arriving to take part in Passover festivities this weekend.
I am less than excited about Passover (for reasons which shall not be named, oh, and also that whole not eating fucking bread thing), but I am keeping my mouth shut and if anyone asks, the best part about the weekend will be the kosher for Passover Sprinkles Cupcakes.
I am going to go attempt to clean my room. The good news about the new chair is that everyone loves it and it’s the most comfortable thing in the entire universe. The bad thing about the new chair is my newly developed tendency to pile clothing on top of it.
As my daddy would say, TTFN!