- My parents’ 25th wedding anniversary was on Monday. They’ve been together since they were fourteen and are just as gross and happy as ever. I’ve always been proud that my parents are in love and each other’s best friend and all, what with everybody else getting divorced, but sometimes I feel like Dawson Leery or Seth Cohen. MY EYES!!

- I don’t know what to say about Panic at the Disco breaking up. Other than like, four songs, I can’t really listen to their music. It’s just not my thing. Mostly I’m kind of bummed because this ruins my happy little scenario where Ryan and Spencer are unhealthy and codependent and unable to spend more than a week apart. You’re messing with my delusion, boys! This is why you shouldn’t ship real people. They always let you down by being actual people with actual lives.

- I’ve had some weird mash-up of Leonard Cohen’s “Hallelujah”, Avril Lavigne’s “Losing Grip”, and Ashlee Simpson’s “Little Miss Obsessive” running through my head all day. My brain is weird.

- The Huffington Post used The Ridiculous Dawson Picture for an article, “Tears Demystified: Why Humans Cry” a few days ago. This makes me happy.

- I (finally) finished reading the last Jessica Darling book, Perfect Fifths, and am now kind of lost. I read those books religiously throughout middle school, and less-religiously-but-still-appreciatively throughout high school. Half the time, Jessica Darling was annoyingly neurotic and Marcus Flutie was just plain annoying -- he has all my dad’s most exasperating qualities, so I could never really understand the swoon over him -- but they were perfect in their imperfection (see what I did there?). And in the end, I can finally understand how they'll work out. Sigh.

- NBC started airing Merlin so I’m finally watching. It’s really not a good show -- and a childhood full of Arthurian bedtime stories makes me cringe at the liberties the BBC is taking -- but it’s still fun. I can see why Merlin/Arthur is the big ship, and I hope Gwen/Arthur happens because they were always my favorite couple. Morgana is very, very pretty and it’s weird to see Anthony Stewart Head again.

Ed McMahon, Farah Fawcett, AND Michael Jackson have all died in the last three days. God.

The Jonas Brothers are playing a concert on July 4th and I really want to go, but it’s at something called a “Freedom Festival” at BYU and is being hosted by Glenn Beck. I...really don’t think even those boys can make it worth it.

I’ve been going to bed around 3:00 PM and waking up at 8:00 PM for the past few weeks. Haha. God, the beginning of summer is always awesome, and kind of exhausting. To get back into the groove, I'll just ramble on...

- Say Anything... was my favorite movie for years and years until 2005 when Pride & Prejudice knocked it out of first place. I re-watched it a few days ago. There’s a million things I love about it: the graduation party (Corey’s songs! Diane calling her dad! The guy in the bathroom!), Lloyd’s "I don't want to buy anything, sell anything, or process anything as a career. I don't want to sell anything bought or processed, buy anything sold or processed, or process anything sold, bought or processed, or repair anything sold, bought, or processed. You know, as a career, I don't want to do that." The break up scene, Lloyd’s depressed driving monologue, the reunion scene, the prison scene (return of the pen!), how Lloyd’s only friends are girls and how they’re all a little bit in love with him.

I think the only part I don’t absolutely adore is John Cusak’s iconic boombox scene. Let the girl sleep, Lloyd! John Cusak reminds me of Ted Mosby (or you know, the other way around). He does these incredibly romantic things that are perfect but would result in restraining orders if they happened in real life.

The best thing about the movie is John Mahoney. Him laughing at Diane’s valedictorian speech, him crying in the bathroom, the cringeworthy luggage-buying scene, his creepiness... I love it all. Whenever I think of his crazy delivery of “I MAKE THEIR LIVES BETTER,” I laugh for hours.

- I don’t even know, guys. I love the Jonas Brothers lots and lots -- and the fandom even more so--but whenever I see interviews and their TV show and everything they’re always so stiff and awkward (I’m looking at you, Nick) and it’s embarrassing. They’re like, the opposite of cool. And it’s mostly endearing, because they’re all home-schooled and dorky and everything, but I don’t really understand why they’re teen idols. The power of Disney, right? This is why Kevin Jonas is my favorite. People don’t pretend he’s anything other than a big dork. He’s 21 years-old and wears a purity ring and cowboy boots and is hilarious but people never laugh at his jokes. I love it.

Also, I’ve recently friended like, a bizillion people, mostly those I’ve been meaning to for a while now. I’m the worst LJ friend/user ever. So, um... Congratulations?

So I guess Vincent Kartheiser turned 30 today? I don’t even know. This is like when I found out James Marsters was older than my parents.

It's all just weird somehow. Humph.


Haha. This is the most ridiculous complaint ever. Whatever. I miss Angel and am going to watch "Origin" now.

- I saw 17 Again because apparently I'm someone who pays money to see Disney stars’ movies (well, excluding Miley Cyrus, I guess). Anyway, Zac Efron is actually a good actor! Who knew? I’ve never seen the High School Musical series, but I didn’t notice him in Hairspray, so it was a surprise not to be embarrassed for him.

- I'm late on this, but Sarah Michelle Gellar’s pregnant! I am kind of invested in her relationship with Freddie Prinze, Jr., and will be genuinely sad if they ever break up. They’re the little celebrity couple that could! Is Freddie Prinze Jr. still a celebrity? Was he ever one?

- I have like, ten episodes of Sports Night left to watch. I’m scared to start, because so far it’s been impossible for me to just watch one or two episodes at a time, and I don’t want it to end! Damn decade old sitcom! Why are you so surprisingly good?