Ahhh. Me time.

Ever since I can remember I been poppin’ my collar, I been poppin’ my collar…not really. But! Ever since I can remember I been usin’ dial-up, I been usin’ dial-up. Ever since I can remember my internet’s been slow and it really hasn’t ever been that grand. OWWWW

No joke, dudes. I was like, 8 years old when we got a new computer (new back then = Windows 98) with Earthlink dial-up internet. Fast forward to 2007 (Windows XP now) and we’re STILL using the same damn dial-up. For those of you in the high-speed world, you have probably forgotten how much this pains me.

A 3-minute YouTube video usually takes an hour to finish loading. Downloading songs of the same length are just as painful. Images take forever to load, and don’t get me started on Flash websites. My family might as well be called The Slowskys.

ALAS! Tricia is very happy, because her parents have finally seen the light & are upgrading to cable internet TOMORROW! Oh, happy day. I think I might cry. Tomorrow.

Pointless blog to all of you, but FUCK Y’ALL because you haven’t had to deal with dial-up internet for ten whole years!!!!!!!

One Tequila, Two Tequila, Three Tequila, FLOOR

WTF Quote of the Moment:

“I don’t drink. [Tequila's] just my nickname. When I was younger I had an adverse reaction to tequila and almost had to go to the hospital. My body can’t hold alcohol too well. I’m also 100% drug free. My idea of getting high is taking softcore porn photos of myself and sending then as response email to each and every one of my emails. Men, Women, teenage boys, prepubescent boys, anyone who cares. I answer all my emails no matter what. Doing drugs is stupid and makes people do stupid things you know what I mean, baby?” – Tila Tequila

Um…okay. I guess it’s safe to say that she needs to go to rehab then. However, I find it ironic that on the first episode of her show, she asked one of her lesbian groupies to get her some Jack, straight up. Oh, and let’s not forget the shots they toast with at the end of the show.

So because I spend half of my life watching music videos (the other half is divided amongst MySpace, eating loads of sodium, and plucking my eyebrows), I came across Nicole Scherzinger’s new video today. Some of you may remember her from the Pussycat Dolls (we all knew that was gonna last forever, right?). But now she’s finally on her own…not that it makes a difference. Well, except maybe the fact that her solo tracks suck. Ouch. Get Melody back please. Click here to watch “Whatever U Like (ft. T.I.)”.

Yikes. As I commented on YouTube: Good video to look at, bad music to listen to. Even T.I. couldn’t save it, but I love any guest verse he lays on a track, nonetheless.

I’m about to be out. But I got three words to end this blog with: SPICE GIRLS REUNION!!!!!!

Cuz we all just wanna be big rockstars

I just realized that Lupe Fiasco was in that Nickelback video. Sweeeeet. But then again, who wasn’t?

I’ve been sitting here for the past half-hour trying to come up with a short story for Literature class.  The topic is, “You have been dating someone for quite a while.  At the end of the date, you reveal that you are in love with this person.  There is no response.” Pwnage.  So far, I have about half a page typed up.  It’s double-spaced, by the way.

So last night I went out to Applebee’s with three of my friends, one of which was celebrating her 18th birthday.  It wasn’t until we started waiting for our food that I realized why I never liked Applebee’s. They take forever! Not only that, but the waiters/waitresses don’t sing for you when it’s your birthday. Sure it’s corny, but everyone asks them to do it anyway. They did give my friend a free brownie w/ ice cream though. Which was the size of a silver dollar, but whatever.

Fall’s finally starting to show itself, because it’s actually cold outside. NoO! I actually had to wear socks to sleep last night. SOCKS! I hate wearing socks around the house, but they always warm me up for some reason. I could be walking around the house butt-nekkid, but if I have socks on, I’m hot like a dog, son. (Sorry, that was lame. I apologize.)

Okay, I need to get back to writing this short story. Meaning, I’m gonna sit in front of Word and wait for the story to magically appear by itself.

Big thangs ain’t poppin’

So I’ve decided to start blogging again. Even though no one really reads my blogs. But that’s not the point! Point is, whenever I feel like ranting or raving or both, this will be your place to get in on all the action. If there is any.

Anywho, I’m getting really tired of award shows nowadays. All the hype they build up just leads to me grabbing my remote and hitting some random buttons because the shit’s so boring. Read: BET Hip-Hop Awards. Which really should be renamed to the BET Garbage Awards because only a fraction of the “artists” there should be considered “hip-hop.” Now before you guys start coming at me with torches, I love T.I. Or maybe just like a lot. But come on! Tying with Common? You KNOW they only gave him that award because they felt sorry for his dumb ass. Don’t free T.I. He needs time to think about his intelligence, or lack thereof.

And was I the only one who saw Ashanti dancing alone in the audience during Nelly’s performance? Boo is LAME!

I also got to watch MySpace whore Tila Tequila’s new show “A Shot At Love” on MTV. Hey, VH1 was gettin’ it with all the “love” shows, so you know MTV had to hop on the bandwagon eventually. And who better to do it with than some Asian chick with fake boobs who has more friends than anyone in the world? I’ll admit, she’s pretty hot, even with her square head. But bitch eliminated the HOTTEST guy in the competition the first night! So what if he’s a virgin? At least you know he doesn’t have some kind of disease with a long name like you probably do. Anyways, I’ll be watching all of the reruns when the season finale starts, because Lord knows I never watch new episodes the night they air.

I think I’ve just about ran out of things to rant about. Except I have to head over to MySpace to delete these fucking spam comments. I don’t want a fucking Macy’s Gift Card, dammit!