Obsessed

It was sad to know that I already had a blog post titled "Obsessed", but nothing else suits the situation. Tonight, I have come up with a new hobby.

Aubrey and I were looking through Google Images (I think glancing at pictures of The Strokes for some reason) and I stumbled across a picture of them at the red carpet:



We weren't terribly impressed.

And so, I spent about thirty minutes flipping through pictures of Evanescence, Green Day, and other people to see how they dress for occasions like that. I came up with better pictures.

Who's doing it right:







If I have nothing to post, I might wind up giving my critique on some red carpet outfit.

Happy Birthday, Harlow!

Karen informed me yesterday that today is Harlow Winter Kate Madden's first birthday. For all those unaware of who Harlow is, she is the daughter of Joel Madden and Nicole Richie.

It's strange knowing she's a year old now. She's like Suri Cruise---she never seems to get older. I could have sworn that she was eight months old for forever, just as Suri will probably be three for the rest of her life.

Happy Birthday, Harlow! Eat a little cake (or ice cream, if one-year-olds aren't supposed to have cake), open some presents, and enjoy your day.

Past My Curfew

I went to my first late-night party last night.

I wouldn't call it a late-night party, though. It lasted until 11 at night, it was girls only with only about 6 guests, and everything was pretty casual. Besides that, I had a great time.

It was held by my friend Briley (I really wish I knew how to spell her name) and consisted of Singstar, Air hockey, DanceDance Revolution, and eating. We made the Rice Krispie Treats from scratch and tried to beat one another at the various games. DDR and SS were pretty calm, but Air hockey became downright vicious--it was common for the puck to fly right off the table! Despite that, everyone was having fun with it.

Although I did win a fair share of the DDR songs, I must admit I'm pretty awful at SingStar, which of course made it so much more addictive. I sang "I will Survive" once, and ended up singing "Boys and Girls" by Good Charlotte until I memorized it. (Of course, I probably would have gotten a better score if I wasn't continuously saying, "Oh, look, it's Joel!" "BENJI!" "There's Billy again!!!!")

The party was a blast, and a great way to celebrate something Briley probably didn't plan-----

The 15th was William Dean Martin's 26th birthday! (Better known as Billy Martin to most)



Happy Birthday, Billy!

(Here's Billy's Wikipedia Page, by the way.)