In the spirit of Christmas...

..a little classic 80s holiday celebration, if you were even around for it back then.

And I guarantee, one of two things will happen.
1) You will wish Christmas was EVERY day, just to see shit like this all the time.
2) You will vomit.

Either way, enjoy!

Setting the Record Straight

So today I watched Brit's MTV "documentary" on Youtube. It was supposed to be a no-holds-barred, no-question-left-unanswered, tell-all documentary, which it most certainly was not. All I could picture was Madonna in "I'm Going to Tell You a Secret" getting her hair and makeup did, driving from location to location dropping wisdom bombs, having fun with choreographers and dancer auditions, and showing a bit of a vulnerable, sad side to celebrity life.

Britney went much further and had a couple breakdowns, shedding tears and revealing how lonely she is, and how boring her life is.

Alright. Enough is enough. I am broke, along with my boyfriend, family, and friends. We do not have dream lives, getting whisked all over the world without a care, or dropping everything (including your children, who can be easily dragged and dropped into the hands of a caring Mexican nanny) to take a vacation or trip somewhere on a whim.

I'm so sick of celebrities crying about how miserable celebrity life can be. They can get out, if they want to. Guaranteed, if Britney would've gone back to Louisiana after K-Fed, within 6 months to a year she would be a nobody, just like the rest of us, just like she pretends she wants to be. I'm sick of celebrities crying about how the paparazzi hounds them relentlessly. You know, without those crazy photogs pushing and shoving, snapping blinding pictures in the night, chasing on motorcycles at breakneck speeds through tunnels... well, you celebrities would be nothing. No one would be interested in your life.

I saw a clip from gossipgirl.com today about Britney leaving a dance rehearsal in tears. One simple snapshot tosses her back up to a head story on Fox News with no explanation whatsoever. Forget Iraq. Forget the economy. Forget gas prices. Why in God's name is Britney Spears crying?? Poor, poor Britney! We'll never know why, but everyone wants to gawk at the photos. To say that she's sick of the photographers is just ridiculous. These celebrities live for publicity, sales, and getting their name out there. Just ask any startup band, singer, artist, etc... and they'll all want the same thing: having their name dropped. And whether its in a positive or negative way, who gives a rat's ass. Publicity today disregards either side for the sake of getting a name drop and maybe an extra few thousand record sales.

I felt bad for Brit for a few minutes, but then I just realized I was getting sucked in to this little circus (no pun intended). Its only intent is to boost record sales 2 days before the album dropped.

The only highlight was an appearance from Madonna, who stiffly acknowledged her motherly devotion to Britney (although I imagined a conversation between the two and laughed, Madonna would have nothing to say to Miss Spears...she's too... dense). Please, I love Madge, but this is all an attempt to have her name dropped as well, and right at the end of her Sticky & Sweet Tour. But whatever, Madonna knows how the game works, and has worked it extremely well for over 25 years in her favor. Funny that when Madonna sat and hugged Britney backstage before the San Diego show started, she really had not more than 5 words to say to pop princess. Very awkward.

The Holidays: Part One

I'm so tired right now, so I don't know why I feel the need to sit here in front of my little 15" LCD and type up yet another blog. I stopped drinking Diet Pepsi Max several hours ago because I have a day-- no, a long two weeks ahead of me... after a long two weeks have already passed.

So, how to recap without getting too crazily involved...

Well, yes after the Pittsburgh trip, things went back to normal. I felt super lazy though, and didn't feel like working or doing any extra homework to get myself ahead before finals. My boyfriend, since that trip almost two weeks ago, has slept over every single night save for one night before Thanksgiving (as well as tonight, which is yet another reason I can't get to sleep yet) and become somewhat of a permanent fixture at my apartment. We haven't been going out that much still, and have kept drinking to a minimum. We started taking walks, even in the cold, windy, blustery Cleveland weather which blows at sometimes hurricane forces off Lake Erie.. and since I live a block away from the lake, it can make for a painful and numbing experience.

We have spent a couple entire days together as well, but since we're both a bit on the lazy side, didn't do much aside from eating, sleeping, and laying around like pigs watching movies and reruns of 30 Rock on Netflix. But for the first time in a very long time, I am feeling so comfortable just laying around with him. He has definitely turned into the old adage of "a lover and a best friend", although I abhor using the term "lover" in a sentence. This is the only time you will see me do so. I hope.

Thanksgiving was alright. I mean, to drive almost 90 miles to eat dinner and hang out for a few hours is pretty much a retarded idea, but I really wanted to see my mom, dad, grandma, and niece. Oh yea, and my sisters, and maybe my brother too. It seems like forever since I've been home, and had already felt a tad homesick when I drove through Youngstown on my way back from Pittsburgh without stopping the previous week.

My niece and cousins all started playing Charoodles or some bullcrap like that, but we ended up having a lot of fun. I don't ever really see the cousins, and its always interesting to me that after six months or a year apart, they still fall back into love with me, hanging on my arms and legs, jumping on me, dragging me this way and that, and trying to get into civilized conversations (which, for 10 year olds, can be rough). It was a really good time. I talked more to the kids than the adults, which has always been me. I never really felt like I fit in with them anyway.

The only thing I feel odd about is my brother. He's recently engaged and left me a voicemail a few weeks ago about being in his wedding. Of course, me being the big queer that I am, I really don't want to go to any more weddings, let alone be in one. But of course, I will. Its just.... my brother and I used to be friends, brothers, whatever. Now, its as though I don't have a brother anymore. It has nothing to do with being gay at all, just... distance has come between us. And a girl or guy, in our respective cases. Whenever we were in town together sans bf or gf, we would hang out together. I miss that. I miss him. Who knows if things will ever be any different, but it is what it is.

So my mom tried to gently coax me into staying overnight, but everytime I do, I wake up the next morning to a big, cold, empty house. No one is ever home. God forbid I need a cigarette, because I can't smoke in the house, and the alarm is set so I can't even leave the house. Eh. So I opted to drive back to Cleveland. This is my home now. I'm comfortable and actually really happy here. And when I cross the big bridge over the valley on Route 480 and see the lights of downtown Cleveland in the distance, I feel like I'm just where I belong.

Of course, I also wanted to see my boyfriend. The holidays are rough for both of us, and especially for him since he's not even out to his family. They know he's in a relationship, of course.... but they think its with a girl. That doesn't bother me in the least, but I feel like I'm missing out. And on my part, its too soon to take him to my family's holiday feasts. I need to break them in slowly.

So he came over and we took a late night walk through Lakewood. We passed a giant McCain/Palin campaign sign that is on busy W. 117th (and I drive by that g.d. thing every day on my way to work, too). Hmm. Thanksgiving night. No traffic, everything closed. I suggested we tear that garbage down. Before I could dot my i's or cross my t's, my boyfriend was running toward the thing like a maniac. And then he ran right through it. I looked around nervously, as a cop had, just moments before, crossed out path. There was a black man across the street who started screaming cheers and yelling "OBAMAAAAA YEEAAAAH!" which actually gave me quite an awesome feeling. The sign was so rigid and so tied down to the ground that I couldn't do any damage. My boyfriend tore it in half, of course.

crappy Blackberry picture from my Jeep the next day... wish I had a video!

I met some of his friends the night before Thanksgiving. Actually, they're mostly co-workers, and not really his friends... but I was nervous as all hell to meet them. He's met probably 30 of my co-workers, but that was nothing for me, and he didn't show his nervousness.. he revealed that he was terrified before that, though. They were... interesting. Mostly girls, as they're restaurant workers as well. But they're... on a different level. Plus we were in Brunswick so... 'nuff said. My boyfriend did tell me that a couple of the girls are in love with me. Great.

I'm glad Thanksgiving is over. And Black Friday. I don't fare well with looking for deals at 4am. Its so dumb to me. But I'm definitely in gift mode now. I bought a couple things for family and I'm desperately scrambling to think of gifts for my boyfriend. He's got my shopping done, and wanted to tell me last week what he bought me. And he went over our minimal $50 limit, but eh, it happens.

So, help me. God. Help me. He's a hillbilly. He likes the Browns and Cavs. Country music. JOHN DEERE. DEAR LORD is more like it. But thats why I love him. And I'm having super hard time trying to figure out what to get him. I know I want to get him a Cavs or Browns travel cup, since he tends to carry coffee cups out of my house and comes back with coffee stains all over his crotch area. And maybe a hoodie since he's a hoodie fan like myself. And I got him a Santa stocking, but that will be easy to fill. But I honestly cannot figure out what to get him that will be special. I'm really bad with gifts and I don't buy them that often. Help me!!!

I really need to get to bed. I want to read first, because I'm still thinking too much and need to make myself black out. Its my first night of solitude in a week and I'm already having a hard time figuring out what to do with myself. Left to my own convictions, I tend to do nothing but think and overthink anything and everything, ad nauseam.

Britney's Circus

I never did like the circus... lots of poop, stinky smells, and scary clowns. I don't like Brit's new cd either. Maybe a couple songs here and there may grow on me, but last year's Blackout was (sadly to say) much superior to this attempt. This one's garbage!

And I have been listening to "Kill The Lights" and I'll be damned... I do NOT hear Madonna's processed voice for 50 seconds during the song like all these websites are claiming. Someone point out the exact time for me, because I ain't hearin' it!

Britney Spears' Circus gets 2 thumbs down and a bleccchhh from me.

new favorite show

I never watched "Its Always Sunny in Philadelphia" before, and I don't know why. I just rented season one, disc one.. and I have been laughing my ass off through every episode. I'm currently watching the fourth or fifth ep on the disc and I had to take a break because I was laughing so hard I almost threw up. Let's just say that I identify with Sweet Dee's fear of old people.

This show is already on its 4th season on FX...... check this one out!