and this is what they call jailbait*

8 01 2010

So there’s this awesome kpop band called 2NE1.

There are four members.

From L to R: CL, Bom, Dara, and Minzy

Here is their music video for “I Don’t Care”

Now, if you can tell them apart, which takes a while at first, as they are always wearing crazy amounts of makeup, and CL looks completely different every time I see her, you’ll notice a couple of things, namely that CL is completely badass. Yeah, she straight up calls someone a “loser” at one point. Who is she talking about? I have no idea. But it’s freaking great. Don’t believe me?

CL and Minzy’s solo “Please Don’t Go”

CL is in the pigtails and Minzy has short hair.

So… basically the two badass girls were like, hey, let’s do a song together, it’ll be cool. Plus we are the babies of the group.

Wait, the babies? Yes, as in CL is 18, Minzy is 15, and Dara and Bom are both 25. TWENTY FIVE?!?!?! What? How did they even make it in this group? Well, Dara… okay with Dara I have no idea, but Bom’s story is basically

Hey, I want to be a singer, and then I graduated from High School, and then I graduated from Berklee (wait, WHAT?), and then I was like, okay I GUESS I could get plastic surgery exercise, and be in this girl group, even though I can’t really dance.
But honestly, Bom can get away with murder anything, because she created this:

Park Bom, You and I

which I’ve posted here before, but hell, I’m doing it again, because I love this song so much. Plus, it’s a bit rich for me to make fun of a 25 year old for pretending she’s eighteen, considering I’m a member of team VERONICA MARS MOVIE (which would force Kristen Bell to play Veronica Mars at 29), and at 23, I only read books in which the protagonists are about sixteen.

So basically there’s this huge age discrepancy between the members of 2NE1. I mean, ten years is a long time. Bom and Dara were in 5th grade when Minzy was BORN. And Minzy is pretty much in 5th grade, you know, NOW, so that’s a substantial amount of time.

It reminds me of the promos for Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants, when America Ferrera and Blake Lively would go do interviews together, and it would be so weird because Blake is such a teenage girl, and America is such a woman. Well, it probably didn’t help matters that Blake comes across as about as bright as Serena van der Woodsen, but that’s really neither here nor there.

And don’t even get me started on Jackson Stewart.

But then again, if all these people can work out their age differences, 2NE1 must be able to, right?

and then I see this on the fanpage:

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! See. That’s what happens when you put a 15 year old girl in your band.

****I know, from that headline, you THOUGHT you were getting a post about Nick Jonas and the Administration. Sorry.


thank you laurie halse anderson

4 08 2009

(for many things, the least of which is my email address from high school: soursugar
which is from a line in Speak)

So today I noticed that Laurie Halse Anderson is doing this BEDA (blog every day in AUGUST) thing, except she’s calling it something different, as you are only supposed to write for fifteen minutes and she’s including prompts. PROMPTS! Like for writing! What fun.

I’ll try this out. We’ll see how long this lasts.

Today’s prompt (from Laurie’s blog): Describe your writing space. Focus on the smallest details possible, not the big ones. Don’t say there is a chair in the room; give details about the wear patterns of the rug under the chair, or the paint chips, or the dog hair in the cushion. Go small to tell big.

HAHAHAHA. My writing space? Oh Laurie Halse Anderson. You crack me up. And not just because you have three names and I’m envious. My writing space is also my eating space, and my reading space, and my television space, and my movie space… basically it’s my everything space. To sum up: I have one table. And one chair.

Wow I already violated the first rule. “Don’t say there is a chair in the room-” DAMN IT. Well… actually, maybe I didn’t because I didn’t specify that the chair was IN THE ROOM. It’s actually not. Little known fact, but in New Jersey, we are actually short on gravity. Seriously. It’s MAJOR annoying. Every month we have to pay a gravity bill, otherwise our possessions just start floating about. This wouldn’t really be a problem in and of itself, because I hear those astronauts get a HELL of a good night’s sleep out there in space. Can’t you picture it? The floating around and all that, I mean. It would be oh so soothing! But unfortunately… living without gravity has it’s downfalls. Like sometimes our chairs float out the window.

Seeing as we only have one chair per person in this lovely place I call home, this is MAJOR inconvenient. (I apologize for the excessive use of the word “major” in this post. I watch too much Zenon. Although she would say “inconvenient MAJOR.”) So we always try to pay the bill on time. But just in case we don’t, we keep our chairs in the closet at all times. And as we learned from Sorcerer’s Stone, a closet is not a real room, therefore, THE CHAIR IS NOT IN THE ROOM. HEY-O!

Okay fine, I don’t have a writing space. Wait! I got one! My writing space isn’t a PHYSICAL SPACE, IT’S A SPACE IN MY MIND! HA!

No. That’s lame. And I kind of feel like a tool.

FIFTEEN MINUTES! Ugh. I give up on this writing challenge, Laurie Halse Anderson. Better luck tomorrow. Ask me about ice cream. I am a PROFESSIONAL at ice cream.

masterpieces of our time

24 07 2008

Occasionally, I’ll come across something that I have seen before, but have completely forgotten about. (insert joke about final papers here). This time, I am referring to the absolutely fantastic wonder that is Confessions of a Broken Heart by Lindsay Lohan. Not only is the song grammy worthy on its own, but the video… my god.

All it takes is Ali Lohan attempting to act to prove that Lindsay can.

I should breakaway from my typical list-style response to this video. But I can’t.

1. I know that no one reads this blog, but can SOMEONE PLEASE TELL ME WHERE LINDSAY GOT THAT AMAZING DRESS? The one that has the sparkles on the top and the yellow craziness on the bottom. I feel like that dress is my version of heaven.

2. The rosary beads are a nice touch. The pope would be proud.

3. That woman is not skanky enough to be Dina Lohan. Not at all. Casting dropped the ball on that one.

4. The creepiest part of the Lohan-style parenting isn’t that they fight in the living room, it’s that they lock their daughter in some dingy public restroom before fighting. Seriously. How did Lindsay get in there? Is that supposed to be her bathroom? How did she not grow up with Hepatitis? Why is the bathtub full of water? Some sort of emergency evacuation plan? I don’t understand why Lindsay is clearly in my middle school bathroom when Ali and the ‘rents seem to be in rooms that aren’t in violation of the sanitary health code.

5. AND IN THAT DRESS, FOR SHAME! DON’T RUIN THAT DRESS! I DON’T CARE HOW TROUBLED YOU ARE! Here’s an idea, Linlo… You get up OFF the floor, stop splashing rank bathtub water all over yourself, spontaneously break the window (I know you can do it, since you show off this amazing skill later in the video), sell that dress to me for cash, and buy yourself a new bathroom.

6. I kind of like this song/video. *sheepish*

IN OTHER NEWS… I’m keeping track of all the books I read in 2008 on a separate page called “Book List.” It’s up there next to “Home.”
16 out of 50… and it’s already July. I’m trying!

everything is tiny!

13 07 2008

As a result of living in dorms in Taiwan, I am no stranger to odd living circumstances. When I arrived in Denver, however, I noticed a couple of things that I found to be… strange.

I share the room with one other person, and so there are two twin beds in the room. Nothing odd or weird about this, until you hear that… the beds are right next to each other. It’s like we are sharing a King sized bed. It is VERY weird. We managed to split them far enough apart to get a small, six inch divide between the beds, but it’s still weird. To be perfectly honest… if WE think it’s weird, I can’t imagine guys living here. They would freak out.

The other thing that is funny is the fact that the appliances in the kitchen are TINY! The fridge SEEMS normal sized at first, but then you realize that it is, in fact, stunted.

I feel like Alice in Wonderland.