Here I Am

I have betrayed you all. I am now an avid Tumblr user. My Tumblr url is www.alecalecalec.tumblr.com. Hope to see you all there.

THIS... is American Idol.

I'm pissed that Chavahn went home. I loved Shibbaan. I really did. So what if she over did the screaming thing?! No one else could do it at all so she kind of should have won. The part that really gets my gears a grindin' about this situation is that the judges' save should have gone to Cinna Bon. Using it on Big Mike was a Big Mike-stake. Chubbon was a performer, an artist, and, above all, a kick-ass question-answerer. Every single time Simon tried to give her crap for her song selection or style, she had an answer that was as eloquent as it was inspired and inspirational. And her answers were very inspired and inspirational. Shuppan's time on the American Idol stage was super short-lived. She never got a chance to sing like a Whitney Houstin song or that one song from Dream Girls about not going. Big Mike-stake, Aaron (the one who looks like he belongs on the Chinese Olympic team... seriously, he looks like he is five. Too young!), and Casey (you say Mr. Blue Eyes, I say TARZAN!!!!!!!!!) all need to go. Fer rulz.
AS

Vitamin Water: From Hero to Zero

FOREWORD: You should all buy Sarah Silverman's autobiography- The Bedwetter. It's inspirational. I'm not kidding.

Now, Vitamin Water has recently released Vitamin Water Zero onto the market. I think there is tobacco in it. Firstly, I drank five of them the other day and that wasn't enough to satisfy my thirst (addiction?!) and secondly, my dad said I had tobacco breath this morning and I have never smoked a cigarette in my life. So, I would like to go on the record and say that I think there is tobacco in Vitamin Water Zero.

Also, something about the amazing taste and absence of calories does not sit well with me. HOW DO THEY DO IT?! I mean, before there was Vitamin Water Zero and the world was subjected to 110 calories per serving of their nutrient-rich water (hey, so does it count as water if there are calories in it? I don't think so but whatever...), I was not questioning how they got all that flavor into my drink. But now that there are zero calories and the same really above-average taste, I'm questioning everything.

And one last thing: Why have scientists been working on making water taste this good and be healthy at the same time? DO THAT TO A MILKSHAKE, DUMBASSES! Better yet, which scientists think it's okay to take time off from the search from a cure for cancer? Hmm.

The Lonely Goatherd

The Sound of Music was an orgasm of a movie for the 1960s as well as for my childhood. To me, one of the most memorable scenes/musical numbers/ventriloquism masterpieces of all time, is The Lonely Goatherd. Those VonTrap spoiled pricks can sing AND masterfully manipulate puppets? If you're anything like me, you don't know half of the words to the song but 'yodel lay hee yodel lay hee hoo' -ing is satisfying enough by itself. I have to admit, though, that the puppet musicians, men drinking beer, and goatherd, all attributed to the rest of the movie being a serious upset for a five-year-old. And when I say 'serious upset' I mean the movie was serious and I was five and therefore it was an upset.

I vote for a remake starring Helena Bonham Carter as Maria and the Kardashians as the VonTraps.

Something old, something new...

Again, I just have to start off by mentioning how happy I am for my mom for finally (probably!!!) finding a job. Congratulations, Mom. I love you and you deserve it.

NOW!
Something old: my blog
Something new: my blog's layout.

While I have to hand it to myself (Hand what to whom? It to myself.) for making the color scheme of this new layout a great throw back to my old theme and just a cool scheme period, I am disappointed in the outcome. I thought I'd be able to change the layout and keep the color scheme but I was mistaken. Terribly mistaken. Not only can I not apply my old (much loved and missed) color scheme to this layout, I also cannot get my old color scheme back if I were to switch the layout back. I mean, I could if I really wanted to but who has the time for that? Not I, not I.

ALEC:)

Oh, and I'd like to apologize in advance for my liberal agenda! Sorry.

Dada

Dada is the best thing to ever happen to art. Art is only good if it is offensive. Beautiful art gets a second look but offensive art gets a second thought. Dada art was so offensive.

Where are you? No, like, really... where is everyone?

First of all my mom has a hot lead on a job. A hot lead? Did I make that up? Whatever. She could have herself a job very soon. Like, this Monday soon. I'm more excited than she is...

Secondly, Michele Palmer, you have stopped blogging and that's no good. I love your blog (and your obsession with Andy) and I miss it. So get back to work.

Third, if you move with music because you have been told to move with music, moving with the music is counterproductive. You have to feel it for yourself. If you sway with your instrument because you have been told to do so, then you will look like an idiot since the movements are not (I know this is tacky but I don't know how else to say it) from the heart and you will sound like an idiot as well since you are thinking about how you are moving and remembering to move so you don't get yelled at by someone and not letting the emotion of the music make your motions for you.

Fourth, the third nine weeks is a bitch.

Fifth, I really think I do have that seasonal effectiveness disorder thing! When there is more sun, I am happier. When there is less sun, my attitude about everything is just like Miley Cyrus and how she moves her hips. I'm just like 'Yeah...'

Sixth and last, I need comments. I hate when I don't get any comments. I love comments. And, like I said, I need them. If you don't comment, I don't write because I feel like I am just writing to myself. Yes, this invitation is extended to my mom's friends, as well. You will not embarrass me. And if you do, I'll just blog about it and make fun of you. (:

Later, lovers.