Why, aren't you just the bee's knees!

I haven't blogged in a while, have I? I remember stating sometime back that the purpose of my blog was to engrave my memories and have something to look back on. Now, I only wish I had something to look back on at the moment. What I mean to say is, life is about as riveting as Simpson Cafeteria food. And if you've ever had the distinct pleasure of consuming said food, you'd realize my life is as bland as Miley Cyrus. Unless you really want to know about the timescale-worthy events of my nowadays? Let's see, there are so many things from which to choose. The fact that I haven't slept in a day? That vanilla cream soda is to blame? That I came out into the kitchen at ~three in the morning to hear one of the many people living in my house right now (Eric-a, to be exact) listening to Christmas carols? At THREE IN THE HELL HAS FROZEN OVER MORNING? Or my new-found need to interject "woooo~" into random sentences and afterwards ask, "Did you like how I put that woo there?"? That I'm so angry with the casting directors of The Last Airbender NOT for employing a majorly non-ethnic cast (I mean, I have my issues with that) but with casting Dev Patel as Zuko, Zuko! who is supposed to be the one majorly cute character in the Avatarverse, and let me tell you, Dev Patel is NOTNOTNOT cute? Yes, my life is a swirling vortex of interesting.

Instead, I've chosen to delight you with tidbits and facts you may or may not know about yours truly. I took a similar questionnaire on Facebook (25 things) a while back, but maybe something on this post will surprise you. Probably not, but I'll try and include things that I did not insert into my survey. So, huzzah.

1. As an ode to this title, Courtney seeks out any opportunity to use the term 'bee's knees'. Such as: "Isn't that Rocky doll just the bee's knees?" Basic translation: awesome.
2. The 4 B's. Love 'em and and learn 'em: Bread, Broccoli, Beans and Banana Peppers. Aka, favorite foods (not dishes or types, but individual foods).
3. My seven favorite movies (in order): Beauty and the Beast, Porco Rosso, Meet Me in St. Louis, Singin' in the Rain, The Sound of Music, Gigi and Young at Heart.
4. If #3 didn't tip you off, I love old movies. Movies circa the '50s are my favorites.
5. Ways into my heart: loving Kingdom Hearts/Wicked/Bread/DISNEY!!!/Disneyland, being a redhead*, going along with my gimmicks and a plethora of other absurd and embarrassing opportunities to be loved.
6. *If you are a redhead, you are subject to a judgement period. Only other redheads understand. Becca, for example, went under my judgement (and I'm sure I underwent hers) the moment I saw her and her hair. You see, for a solo redhead in the group, the appearance of another redhead evokes one of two emotions: 1) hostility, or 2) cunning. Redheads band together to create tight-knit sisterhoods of nefarity and sistership. Or they hate each others' guts. Redheads run hot and cold, no in between. So if you are ever to witness two redheads cross semi-permanent paths like Becca and I did, watch closely. Redheads are not like other people. They are threatened by each other, for they know the contained power hidden in within. When I saw Becca I felt change and, yes, possibly trouble brewing. Lucky for me she turned out to be the partner-in-crime/occasional opponent of the century. But, like I said, it's a redhead thing. So be on the watch.
7. I like being a redhead.
8. I love lotion!
9. I hate milk. And peanut butter. And jelly. These are common and well-loved American foods. I, however, hate, loathe and abominate them.
10. AI LAIKE TOO buff flaors, nawt brake jezusz and nevar tawk 2 u that wai agen.
11. Bread is like gold to me; it's my currency.
12. It's a Christmas sing-along special all-day-every-day in Courtney. I love Christmas carols~
13. I'm bored of this and by now you should know well enough to know that I'm
14. Eccentric
15. and the bee's knees!

Um. Toodle Pip.

To Sir, With Love

I feel like I'm 12. I'm not old enough to appreciate makeup, clothing and malling yet, but past barbies and playgrounds. That precarious in-between, the almost a teen but not quite, almost a kid but realizing that I'm on the treshold of becoming more. Yeah, the time in my life when watching television was all I felt safe doing. OK, needless to point out that I'm 19 and not 12... OK, so I don't even really feel like I'm in some awkward sandtrap. But my life has been woven into what show is on next. Sidenote: speaking of woven, as I type this, a spider is outside my window, weaving a silken trap around it's lunch. Some nondescript, dead, dead little bug. Anyhoo, I live in my pajamas and the greatest obstacle of my days is whether or not Discovery Health Channel, TLC, WE, Oxygen, Disney or the other channels on my watchlist will show programs I actually want to see. DVR has been my constant companion. It's all. So. Sad (I mean, come on! My last two posts were basically about Glee and nothing else!). In any case, I read too, so that makes it about half an inch less pathetic.

Bah.

Toodle Pip.

Just a Poor Boy

So, it’s like the writers at Fox heard everything I ever said about GLEE this season. All my negative comments and disappointment. And, BAM! At 4 am this morning (Wednesday morning), I was suffering from insomnia so I went to my DVR and started to watch the season finale. I wasn’t expecting much after the second half of this season. I mean, the last episode wasn’t too bad, but that’s all I could say for it. Mediocrity. Puh. BUT OH MY GOSH. I have to say I was W-O-Wed (overall) by the finale. It was like WOOSH (a lot of onomatopoeia going on, I know). After how awful this season was… it was like they were saving everything for the finale. Now, you might think I only liked the finale because it was better than the rest of the season. I might agree with you if I hadn’t been so amazed by the finale – the sequence with Vocal Adrenaline’s number paired with Quinn’s birth was brilliant. Not the idea to do so, but the way it was handled. It was just really awesome. I only have two real problems with the finale:

1. The music New Directions performed/ending song
- Their songs sucked. I mean, they weren’t bad, but for A) regionals and B) season finale… the songs just weren’t epic enough. They’re re-tooling of Don’t Stop Believin’ just failed. The first rendition of the Journey classic and Queen’s Somebody to Love were really good. What their glee club had going for them was heart – but they didn’t have enough. They could have gone with an epic, classic song, but they were a bit flat. Didn’t deserve first. I mean, Vocal Adrenaline was sorta cold (no emotion at all, and they relied on Jesse way too much), but they were still eons better. I think the writers, in respect to “Oral Fixation” (won’t even go there) were a little too over-the-top in going to with Olivia Newton John/Josh Groban mash-up.

2. The judges
- Speaking of over-the-top. They’re professionals and musicians and WOULD NOT act like they did. Basically the way the judges behaved and were written was absolutely ridiculous. Hated that. It was so stupid. The only thing gained from that bit with the judges was Olivia telling Sue off and the reaction we got from Sue there.

Anyhow, though it was not perfect, I was awed and touched and only a little disappointed. I loved Shelby’s closure and the fact that the writers didn’t shove Rachel and Shelby down each other’s throats and force a relationship between them. Best of all, the finale was honest. It wasn't trying to be awesome or trying to shove afternoon specials down our throats.

UM. I have nothing else to write about…. EXCEPT THAT WORLD OF COLOR WAS MIGHTILY EPIC!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Toodle Pip.