David Cook won American Idol last night, and thank goodness, too. Archuleta just never did it for me. He always looked like he was ready to run off the stage crying at any second. Anyway, this was the highlight for me from the two-hour finale last night:
This is the full length commercial:
And here's the 30-second spot:
Which one do you like more?
"They need no introduction," announces Ryan Seacrest on the season finale of American Idol tonight.
"Oooo! Who's it going to be," I anxiously ask myself.
*music starts*
"Who is this?" I say out loud.
"I think it's the Jonas Brothers," answers my mom.
"The who?"
She matter-of-factly replies, "The Jonas Brothers."
Oh. Them. I must be old, because I've never heard of the Jonas Brothers. They're not even good. Lame. I'm now officially old, which is even lamer.
Know what else is lame? Actually, this is more silly than lame. Have you ever paid for something with your credit card, swiped the card and then put it back in your wallet? That's all pretty normal. The silly part comes next, when the girl (or guy) at the register asks to see your ID. They're asking to see your ID because they know they need to; to make sure you are who you say you are on your card. But wait! They don't have a credit card in front of them, so basically they're just making sure you appear to be the same person on your ID. It happens pretty often and I think I may say something the next time. Something like, "Hey, do you want to double check that the credit card I just paid for my stuff with also says, 'Jessica Torres' on it?" Silly people.
Ok, I need to get back to American Idol and cross my fingers that David Cook is going to win, even though I know all the little teeny-boppers voted for Archuleta.
Sigh.
I think I may be in a fiesty, provoking mood today. And I think it started when I saw this white truck zooming down the street cutting people off and almost causing one serious accident - don't people know you're not supposed to change lanes in the middle of an intersection? Oh. A blinker would be nice, too. Anyway, I saw about four different people flip off this truck (the truck, mind you, had two teenager guys in it wearing all black [well, black shirts] and hairnets and were on their way to Del Norte High School...).
Right after this incident I started listening to The Peak where they were talking about this dumbass. He picked up a cardboard gun from the theater department and WALKED DOWN THE HALL WITH IT. Seriously. What was he thinking? Now he (his family?) is thinking of pressing charges, and the district court judge is calling it all an "overreaction."
I'm sorry, what?
I remember where I was when Columbine happened and being afraid of going to school after that. I also remember the Virginia Tech Massacre and imagining that happen to my friends. You get any one of those students to give their opinion and I bet you $100 they'll say his punishment (of being left in handcuffs three hours AFTER they found out it was a cardboard gun) was too harsh. COME ON! If they didn't go to extreme measures and evacuate the school and keep him in cuffs there could have been a real disaster. What if he was just a decoy for someone else about to go on a rampage?
*DEEP BREATH, Jessica*
Ok. Which brings me to my third rant of the morning (and it's not even 9:30 yet). I always read Duke City Fix when I get to work to catch up on what the people of Albuquerque are talking about.
Then I see a discussion by this guy about the United We Stand bumper sticker. The thing that irks me about this is are the comments from people on there making the bumper sticker political. They're making it about the war and our president. Since this is my blog I can say what I think it's about.
When I hear or see the phrase "United We Stand" I think of our troops. No matter where they are and no matter what they're doing. It's about the American people standing behind America. I remember seeing it for the first time after 9/11 and it brought chills to my spin. It was a slogan saying, "Okay, we had this huge disaster, but we're going to get through it. Everything will be just fine because we're here for each other."
Why do people always have to make it political? He says in his discussion, "But what this bumper sticker is saying is that we all back our governments decisions 100%, all of us." I see the slogan the way you see your best friend. She may be dating someone you don't like or approve of (JUST an example, I like my best friend's boyfriend!), but you're going to support her and stand behind her. That's it. It's that simple.
I think I'm done for now.
I've been slacking on the blogging, so I think I'm just going to make some quick, and very necessary, updates:
1. Lame fish died. The fish was so lame it didn't even last a week. Lame.
2. On the way to Las Cruces last weekend Emily's car kicked the bucket in Socorro. We spent four hours sitting at the Sonic in Socorro; we almost saw a drug deal occur, but it didn't because the guy didn't have the "paper," money we're guessing, so we almost saw a fight; as we were sitting there my cousin, of all people, pulled up in his truck next to us - he was on his way to play a show in Socorro.
3. Sonic Radio kicks some major tush.
4. Tow truck drivers have very interesting stories.
5. The white lines on the road are 15 feet long. Seriously.
6. Natalie graduated with flying colors!
7. My brother cut his hand on a wine glass at work on Sunday.
8. After four hours at the hospital he now has seven stitches in his left, middle finger.
9. I LOVE the rain we're getting at the moment.
10. Kenny is being deployed in 40 days and that makes me ridiculously sad.
11. I CAN'T STAND either of these songs: "Bleeding Love" by Leona Lewis and "No Air" by Jordin Sparks and Chris Brown. I would seriously rather poke my ears out with a fork.
12. I've been addicted to Sour Cream and Onion chips and even though it's barely 9 am, I really want to chow down on some right now.
13. I've been thinking about getting a new car with better gas mileage, but I wouldn't get anything for the car I have now. Bummer.
Ok. Now I"m just stretching for things to say. Till next time...
"Why aren't you dead yet?" asked my 22-year-old brother to my 15-year-old goldfish.
Two days later Fishy committed suicide.
No lie.
I "won" Fishy from a State Fair carnival game when I was in middle school. It was one of those games where you throw a dime in a cup and you win a fish. She lived in a glass bowl and thrived over the years. Every time you'd walk by she'd come over and make little fishy faces at you. Whoever said goldfish only have a five second memory never met Fishy.
I remember scolding Chris when he said those harsh words to Fishy, but didn't think much of it after that until my mom said to me, a few days later, "Jess, do you know where Fishy is?"
Well, the response was pretty obvious. "Um, isn't she in the bowl," I said with a chuckle. Duh.
"Um. No," she said, "Fishy isn't here."
I realized this mystery was something worth getting off the couch for, so I joined my mom as we stood there and looked at an empty fish bowl. The bowl, mind you, is sitting on a four-foot entertainment center. We searched around it - a good five inches on either side of the bowl - but didn't find Fishy. Then we decided we needed to look behind the entertainment center with a flashlight. My mom stood on a chair and peered over. No fish.
Then I told her to check against the wall to the left of the center. I knew she found Fishy by the way her shoulders caved in.
In all the years we had Fishy she had never jumped out of her bowl. Ironically, two days after Chris told her she should already be dead, she jumped to her death.
We got another goldfish the very next day, but it just sits there at the bottom of the bowl. It's the lamest fish I've ever seen.
And, just to let it be said, Fishy did not ride the porcelain slide, she was given a proper burial outside.
RIP, Fishy. RIP.
Yesterday was Cinco de Mayo, which means that three years go yesterday (5/5/5) is when I got the phone call in England from my mom saying that my dad had cancer. I remember my world coming to a halt, my breath literally being sucked out of me, and feeling my heart stop. I remember it as though it was yesterday.
He's been in remission for two and a half years, but every time he goes back for a check up I'm on pins and needles, praying that it's not back.
I just found out that Marne's dad died a few weeks ago. Marne's a girl who works with Team in Training and the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society, somebody who's made it her mission to raise money to find a cure for these terrible diseases. Her father, as I understand, died of cancer. It's just a terrible and awful irony that he died of cancer while she's made it her mission to work with an organization to find a cure for blood cancer. It breaks my heart so bad.
I HATE CANCER.
I went to New York and Company just now to pay off my credit card bill from them—the only extra credit card I have, I need to add—and when I was there I ended up shopping. I really should have seen it coming. They switch out their inventory too often, making me buy more of their products...very clever NYC, very clever. Luckily I have several coupons from them (I like to think they send them to me because I'm such a loyal customer), so I had them hold the stuff I want and I'll go pick it up after I see Made of Honor this afternoon.
Yup, my mom and I are gonna go see the rip off of Julia Robert's My Best Friend's Wedding. I'm sure it'll be good because McDreamy is staring in it, but there was something classic about the other movie. I think it's because I related to it more. Yes. At one point in my life I contemplated stopping a wedding because I was in love with my best friend. KIDDING. Maybe I'll relate to this one too, who knows. It'd be kinda funny, no, hilarious to see Jeff standing up there some day as my maid of honor. HA.
I'm at Satellite right now, my favorite coffee shop ever. (Actually, I lie. Cafe Nero is hands down, my all-time favorite coffee shop. I miss that place very much.) Anyway. Satellite makes my favorite drink, which I know I've talked about before, but whatever. It's called a London Fog (hmmm...I wonder why I like it so much...) and it's supposed to come with Earl Gray tea (yuck), but I get it with English Breakfast (yum). It also comes with a shot of vanilla and steamed milk. Can it get any better than this? Nope. It sure can't. Mmmm. I actually have to pace myself when drinking this.
I realize I haven't talked about the Michael Buble concert yet. Well, I think I may just need to direct you over to Jenna's for her recap. One of these days, when I finagle more space on my computer, I'll upload some pictures so you can see how seriously close we were to him. So close that he touched my hand (swoon!!). Ah, good times.
Sidenote: Satellite has two travel mugs out that I really want. I wish I brought my camera in to take a picture. One says, "Caffeine is my drug of choice" and the other says, "I love coffee." I think I like the first one the most because I like tea and coffee. I don't discriminate (well, I do, but only about the type of tea - Earl Gray, bad; English Breakfast, good.).
Shoot. I'm almost done with my London Fog. I need to slow down.
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