start those engines!

nothing is more exciting to me than the oscars. some wait for the olympics to arrive, or for egg nog mcflurries to come back to mc d's around the holidays, or for the late november "it might as well be free" sale at saks but i, i wait for oscar night. every since i can remember i would count down and my daddddio would make brownies and i'd sit until i was gonna pass out from tweenage exhaustion and get up super early the next day and ask my mudder who won best picture because i fell asleeep early.

this year is the year of precious. they've won everything else. might as well give mo'nique a gold man too. if you haven't seen it, i don't know what you were doing or how you managed to not slip it into your schedule somehow. if your a bit squrmish about hard to handle t

opics and almost unbearably horrible scenes then i'd rent it. everyone hates a person that belts out in the middle of the most intense scene "OH MY FUCKING GOD. OH GOD. OH. "

i was one of those people. there's this one part, which i won't ruin, that almost got me to walk out because of it's intensity. not a bad intensity but it felt almost too real.

avatar should maybe get a gold man for their cinematic garb. i wasn't impressed really as a whole though. it could've been that it's 3 1/2 hours long and i went at 11: 30 at night but sweeeet mother, blue people for threeeeee plus houuuuuuurs? the girl avatar also cried like a dying cat. and there's a few scenes where avatarian life becomes just too much for her and she loooooooses it. i looked over at stacey and said, i don't know if i can watch this anymore.

james cameron did a hella good job though. props!

i never saw up in the air but clooney + most likely a good script/a shit load of whitty remarks + a good probability of atleast one nakey scene = a definate rent when it comes oooot.

let's not even talk about inglorious bastards. that movie was pure genius. it's as simple as that.

brad pitt friggan killllled it too "IF YOU EVER WANNA EAT ANOTHER SAUERKRAUT SANDWICH AGAIN.." puuuuuure gold.

i act like i even have a dvd player to watch all these movies

i say i'm going to rent. IM JUST LIVING BIG THESE DAYS. >.<

i'm really all about the red carpet before the actual show. who will wear whom! with what shoes! and when will they all arrive! versace!vera!armani! who will it beeeeeee!

i wish jay-z was going be there. he n' his beautiful b always bring the heat.

i had to treck home around 3 last night. nothing is worse than having an enjoyable night and then realizing you have to commute 45 minutes home. on top of that, the trains take a coon's age after peak hours right when the mexicans are on their way home from work so i get chatted up by all the pappppiiichooooloooows. not that i even care cause it passes the time. last night i really thought the train wasn't gonna come though. that bench in the subway stop looooked real nice. so nice n comfy that i was debating just settin up camp right then and there. instead i just shoved my headphones on and

cranked james brown so loud that sleep or thinking about sleep wasn't even a possibility. the worst part is as soon as i got home i was wide awake. could've gone for a 8 mile jog. WHAT IS WRONG WITH MY INTERNAL CLOCK. i can't sleep!

ugh, i miss my mommmmmmmmm.

she's supposed to come visit me soooontime.

oh! teeeeheee, there we are.---------------------->

wuv her.