Andy Cohen.
Jesus Christ, he’s everywhere on Bravo these days! He’s like the Ryan Seacrest of the Bravo network. Not only is he in all of their commercials, but he hosts every freaking “Watch What Happens” online special and every reunion show for all of the good Bravo shows. And either he’s had too much Botox or he’s just freaky, because I’ve never seen him not smiling. Ever. (Maybe he should go work at Disney world.)
According to his Wikipedia article, he’s also a pundit on CNN. Luckily, I have never been subjected to the torture that he probably brings to that fabulous cable news outlet.
But speaking of Bravo, I have a new addiction: Make Me A Supermodel. When I was home sick yesterday, there was a marathon of MMAS and Real Housewives: NYC on Bravo. All of the NYC housewives are annoying little…buttheads (except for Alex and LuAnn and maybe Jill, Bethenny annoys me, and words cannot describe Ramona), so I definitely can’t wait for the Orange County version to come back on. But, anyway, I watched MMAS for six hours yesterday and now that I’m almost all caught up, I’m addicted. I want Holly to win next week. Oh, and guess whose face was plastered all over the reunion special last night!
ANDY COHEN.
Today, however, there is nothing good on Bravo so I’m gonna watch Grey’s Anatomy Season 3 on DVD. It’s gonna be a good sick day!
High School Musical 3: Singing In The Slammer!
Starring: Zac Efron, Vanessa Hudgens, Miley Cyrus, and Corbin Bleu
The film begins with all four stars sitting in a jail cell, looking dejected. They are covered in cuts and scrapes and looking haggard from jail life. The lighting in the jail is subpar, and Miley’s skin looks like crap. She still sounds like a boy. Zac Efron is in a straight jacket. Vanessa Hudgens breaks into a cold sweat, a result of the cocaine withdrawal that she is experiencing. Suddenly, Corbin Bleu’s eyes light up and music begins to play. The stars break into an upbeat, pop version of Afroman’s Because I Got High, singing and dancing through the correctional facility.
Suddenly, in walks Billy Ray Cyrus with a shotgun. Killing all of the guards, he breaks the children out of the jail but is then shot by a dying guard. Now wanted fugitives, the four children are forced to live a life of crime. How many will these wanted vagabonds have to kill to escape the police? How many grams of cocaine will they steal from Hillary Duff? To find out the answers to these questions and more, tune into High School Musical 3: Singing in the Slammer!, airing this Friday on Disney Channel.
Does anybody even like Nancy Grace? What is she still doing on CNN? I was watching her show a few minutes ago, and I was appalled by the disgusting attitude that she has towards her interviewees.
Right now, she’s talking about Charles Manson and the link between him and a corpse that was recently found in a pond somewhere. I’m not familiar enough with the case to comment on it (or even explain it), but it sounded really gruesome. It involved a mother who was killed by a man with whom she was having an affair, but good ol’ Nancy seemed more focused on where here baby would end up than the actual crime.
She kept insisting that it was despicable that no member of the woman’s estranged extended family would take the baby in, and whenever somebody would deviate and talk about something more important (like the actual crime), she would have an outburst and start yelling (while we’re talking about it, why does she always sound like she’s yelling?). And when the alleged murderer’s attorney kindly reminded Nancy that his client was innocent until proven guilty and that his parental rights had yet to be terminated (insinuating that there was a remote possibility that he would get the baby), she had a conniption.
It was kind of freaky.
Compare to this time last year (give or take a few days).
And while we’re on the subject, what the hell was Norm Lewis wearing on the news last night? A celebration of the equinox? Or something he pulled out of a dumpster?
You know you’re a drama nerd when you spend more than $100 on clear, translucent pieces of colored plastic. But, if it’s any consolation, the expensive plastic is all part of a larger scheme to design some amazing, spectacular lighting for a show full of bratty little middle schoolers. I guess it all evens out in the end.
Yesterday morning, the SCP crew headed out to Fischer Productions in Hanover and spent lots of money (and I got an amazing new stage makeup kit that I had been eyeing for a while now that I am now in debt for…lol). Then, we went to Target and got Pokemon cards and bubble guns. Briana and I had a “blast from the past” moment when we saw all of the 90′s toys and cards (Matchbox cars, Pokemon/Yu-Gi-Oh, etc.). It was a good time. :)
After that, I came home and cut gels for an hour and probably gave myself carpal tunnel syndrome (I’m probably going to give myself a broken neck next week after I fall off of the ladder of death trying to install the gels) and had a voice lesson.
Later, Chelsea and I hung out at the mall. I got a shirt on sale at Aeropostale for $14 that looks pretty awesome (and I almost bought a shirt that was almost identical to the one that I was wearing…blonde moment!). We had Monkey Bubble Tea, but mine was pretty nasty because I got the wrong flavor. Then, we took some pictures in the photo booth and had ice cream and chicken.
It was a good day. :)
So I had an appointment today with a doctor at the Wilmer Eye Institute at John’s Hopkins to get another opinion on my suspected pseudotumor cerebri in my brain. I’m not gonna lie, I was pretty freaked out. I was temperamental and nervous and scared like I was on my period or something.
We waited for about forty minutes, in which I sat there shaking and twiddling my thumbs and wanting to crawl into bed and die. The nurse gave me a quick eye examination that I passed, and then I got tons of bright-ass lights shone in my eyes. After that, I had to go wait for another twenty minutes before the actual doctor could see me.
When he was ready for me, I was more nervous than ever. He shined more lights in my eyes. I pretended that Dr. Callie Torres was examining me in a low-cut shirt. It made me feel better. He explained that the elevation of my optic nerve isn’t severe enough to be alarming and that it’s probably just how my eyes are.
So, there you have it. I’m fine.
:)
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CNN.com VIDEO – Very clever…you’ll see what I mean. ;)
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Last night, I had a dream. [/obvious Rent reference]
For some reason, I was on Project Runway. With Jesus. I almost never watch Project Runway and, well, we already know my beliefs regarding religion.
I somehow instantly learned how to make awesome clothes (which, again, I have never done in my life nor do I have any desire to do). I made awesome dresses and suits and shirts and pants and everything you can think of. Every week, Jesus made an Apostle robe that thrilled the judges more than my garments did, but I was still a close second.
The final week, Jesus told me that he was going to make a bikini top and skirt out of communion hosts. I knew then what I had to do. I had to make the Apostle robe, because the judges had loved them all so far and anything that’s made out of communion hosts is going to be bland and need salt.
I constructed an amazing Apostle robe that was a beautiful blue color and showed it in front of the judges. They were appalled that I would try to emulate Jesus’ almighty fashion design power and had Jesus banish me to hell.
The moral of the story? If you ever find yourself on a reality show with Jesus, run.
Coming next week: Jesus and Top Chef!
