I went shopping today, and now I'm officially ready :)
Of course, I couldn't just wait (pstch.) until Halloween to play with my Adam eye look... so here we gooo!
Ta-da! They're small, but hey, beggers can't be choosers. :) Of course, the final look will be completley glittery, and it'll have the rhinestones and false lashes :D Still. Cool.
- Mood:
ecstatic
Want - Adam Lambert
LOL, no surprise it's Adam. But I don't really listen to music on my actual computer that much, mostly I sit there with my iPod :P I have to say though, I was a little surprised it was this song... HOLY SHIT.
Ooook. I think I must have left the song on repeat and left or something, because I'm relatively sure I didn't listen to that song 902 times...
Lol, but I guess it really doesn't matter, because next is (I Can't Get No) Satisfaction, also by Adam. And yes, that ones a far more likely 71 times.
- Mood: surprised
- Music:As long as your mine - Adam Lambert
Hmmm. Well, this is interesting :P Honestly, if I wanted to get all deep about this, I could launch into my whole thing about us being animals who mate for life or not. Cause if you think about it, other then us, every animal out there is one of two things: they either mate for life, or they don't. Easy peasy. But of course, we have to difficult, right? ;) Because obviously, we as a species don't mate for life *coughonenightstandscough*. But we seem to have developed this habit of getting married...
But anyway! I said I wasn't going to get into it, so I won't, and I haven't really thought it all through myself anyway, but it's an interesting thing to think about. Anyways. On to the question! Do I think we're more likely to cheat if we know we won't get caught? Well, from a purely relationship standpoint, no. For most people, anyway. There are always scums out there that will still do it if they KNOW they're going to get caught. But for most people, I think that the guilt of cheating would probably be more than they could take, even if they didn't have to worry about getting caught. Not to mention that a lot of a relationship is based on honesty and trust, so you know, I think that would either encourage most people to not cheat, or even if they did, to tell their partner and move on. Trust me, guilt will eat you away :P
And yes, I do believe in marriage. For, ahem, EVERYBODY. (notice the subtle pro-gay marriage plug).
**Edit** Well, totally just realized I misinterpreted the question. Didn't put any emphasis on the "or", ahem. Erm. Probably men, although once again this is a generalization. There are women scums too :P But women attach emotionally more than men do, most of the time...
- Mood: full
- Music:It's Tricky - Run-DMC
Well, well, well. See Michelle. See Michelle launch into a rant against stupid anti-gay people. And NO, I'm not pro-gay because I like Adam: I was before too, although Adam is a pretty handy dandy example of how fab gay guys can be.
Anyway, point is. I hope people realize that 20 years from now, our kids are going to be looking back at us and wondering how stupid we could have been to not see how homosexuals were no different than heterosexuals, just as we do now with blacks and whites.
And you know what, I wouldn't be surprised if "faggot" ends up being just like n*gger. Before blacks were given equal rights, people used it just as often as we use "fag". Do people even know what that MEANS? It originated in Britain, where it was used to refer to a pile of sticks used to light fires. Calling someone a "fag" literally means that you think they deserve being burned for who they are!
And no, gay people do not CHOOSE to like boys. Please, tell me, at what point in your childhood did you decide your first crush would be a member of the opposite sex? Studies have PROVED that parts of the brain in homosexuals are different that heterosexuals. So big deal, a man likes a man! Don't you think there are worse things in the world, like, say, I don't know, any of the millions of criminals crawling around?
But then we get idiots like this guy:
"Brett,
No i never took a women out to dinner and had sex with them, cause i respect them, something which you probably don't understand. And prostitution is wrong even if some countries allow it to be legal.
And about Gays, Homosexuality is not natural, it is a type of mental illness which now people have made it acceptable cause they don't really think it is worth curing it. The culture around people have changed so much in the past decades that have made people think about having a relationship with the same sex. It is not a genetic disorder.
And for all you people who talk about love, you need to understand that loving someone and getting married with them is different. Gay Marriages are naturally and morally wrong, they can still be in love with them but being together is against the nature itself."
Good boy, you respect women. Someone give him a gold medal. My brain just can't wrap itself around the fact that there are still such ignorant people out there! Homosexuality is a MENTAL ILLNESS? WTF! You IDIOT! *Schizophrenia* is a mental illness! Being gay doesn't mean you have any mental or emotional problems! Your right about one thing though, it isn't a genetic disorder either. IT'S NOT A FRIGGIN DISORDER, ILLNESS OR RETARDATION, you MORONS! You have blue eyes, I have hazel eyes, he likes girls, he likes boys! It's the same difference! Maybe I'm attracted to athletic type boys: jocks with blond hair and big muscles. That's fine, right, it's just the way I am. But then, maybe my friend is more attracted to the introverted, artsy type. Also fine! We don't (and can't) control who we're attracted to!
And I love it when people say they can be in love, they just can't get married. Ok, fine. You don't want them getting married in your church, whatever. But in this day and age, you'd think you'd know that there's more than one type of wedding: the legal one, and the religious. People who don't believe in God get married all the time! Just not in a church. So if the church doesn't want to let them get married because it's immoral or whatever, ok, but there should be no reason, no reason whatsoever that homosexuals cannot be married legally. What happened to separation of the state and church? Because I don't even see what excuse the government has... sure, religion says it's wrong. But what harm does it do to society to let two people who love each other get married?
Oh right. If it wasn't natural, or your God didn't want people to be gay, then why are they out there?! I'm pretty sure they didn't *choose* to be discriminated against, insulted, and forbidden from freely being with their partner. So, we have two options: 1. Science experiment gone wrong! or 2. It's just the way they are. Well, seeing as there have been homosexuals since the dawn of time, you know, I think I'm going to have to go with the second option here.
I really, really just don't get it. Sigh. Even if you 100% think that being gay is just plain WRONG, why can't you just like YOUR life by YOUR morals, and let others do the same? Homosexuals pay taxes just like every other citizen. So why shouldn't they be entitled to the same rights as other citizens? If you've ever watched one of Cheeks/Brad Bell's videos, he says it too (in a wonderfully sarcastic way), when referring the part in Miss California's speech when she says that she thinks it's "great that americans can choose one or the other" (when referring to a state's ability to choose whether or not to allow gays the right to get married): "Wait, wait, wait. You think it's great that americans can choose one or the other. So, you think it's great that americans have the right to choose their fellow americans rights! Well, that's amazing, we actually have that in common, because I have always felt like... asian people should not be allowed to drive, black people should not be allowed into high-end retail stores, jews... well, you know what we should do with the jews."
POINT IS. If someone called a black individual a n*gger today, it would be a big thing, and they'd be labeled racist and so on and so on. But someone calls a gay individual a faggot, and 50% of people would join right on in on the hate parade! Haven't we gotten past this point yet!?
GRRR. Anyway. Yes, I'm done. This helped actually, thank you livejournal. And if you read this, and are reading this now... *shakes head*. You should really learn to listen to warnings :P Sorry if I scarred you for life, and if most of that made no sense. I was ranting, and you were not meant to read it.
- Mood:
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH
Our last B&B guy was kind of OCD about everything being in place, so I didn't want to go playing with his computer looking for somewhere to plug in my memory stick.
So no updates.
And now, at the new B&B, they don't have the software to open my memory stick! How do you not have Word?!
So, yeah. I'll try at the next place :S
- Mood: frustrated
We’re in the car on the way to Dijon (I’m getting there, I’m getting there, I’m catching up slowly but surely) and it stiiiinks. We’d managed to get rid of the yucky chemical smell of new car in the old rental, but obviously we had to return that one, and this one still stinks. We need to eat and permeate the car with the smell of bread. Pleeease, it’s giving me a headache… *cry*. Ok, enough bellyaching. (Oh, I sent Jess a post card today! I don’t think she has my livejournal… but yeah, just in case. As for the other people getting France postcards, I either A) Haven’t had time to write it or B) Haven’t bought it yet because I’m getting it in the Burgundy region. Yeah. Most of you fit in area B.)
Day 7 (ONE WEEK!!!!), third and final day in Barcelona! Oooooh my god, that day was friggin. Hot. It was definitely the hottest day of the trip, next to the one in the car when it didn’t really affect us (God bless air conditioning). 37 degrees? Too hot to go walking around downtown. We woke up a bit early to go the the Sagrada familiala, but not by too much. The couple from the day before was gone, but there was a new one, the young couple I mentioned a few entries back, from Edmonton. They were really funny and nice, and we found out that they planned to go to the Sagrada familiala too.
Eww, I feel carsick. Sorry, like you needed to know that. I really hate this smell. Damn sensitive nose. Uuuugh. Excuse me for a moment while I go nap with my nose next to the baguette. I’ll be back.
\Well, that was the shortest nap in the history of the world, because mom took lunch out, but now I’m full and the car smells vaguely of ham, so it’s not as bad :P
Alright, so the Sagrada familiala! A little background. A church that was initially designed by some other architect no one cared about, then Gaudi came along and completely took over and pretty much threw out all the old plans. Gaudi really, REALLY loved that church. It became his life’s work, and basically he only took other commissions to fund the project. He spent the last part of his life working exclusively on that, but then he ran out of money so he had to go door to door begging for donations. Tragically (kinda, he was 74) he was hit by a tram before he could see the completion of the church, but realistically, it wasn’t gonna happen anyway, seeing as when he’d died they’d only had one wall up, the façade of the nativity. They continued the construction for bit, but then Franco took over Spain, and for some reason decided he didn’t like the church (even though he was Catholic) and destroyed a bunch of the plans, and tried blowing it up and burning it (smart man, burn the stone building), although only the door on the side ever blew up. Eventually, Franco got his head chopped off and people could start talking about it again without worrying about what would happen to *their* head, so they started building again. Some plans were destroyed so they’re recreating them from plaster casts that were made, and sketches and drawings they found. UNFORNTUNATLEY, I think, the architect that took over decided that Gaudi’s plans where too “elaborate” and “extravagant” and would cost too much money, so they cut out a whole bunch of stuff. Poor Gaudi’s probably in permanent spin cycle in his grave :( Can you imagine? You devote your entire life to designing something, and then bringing it into reality, only to die and hope that someone finish it for you, then some yahoo comes along and completely butchers all your plans. Siigh. Poor guy. I saw an original sketch Gaudi did, and it would have been just… incredible.
As it was, it’s pretty awesome looking. The front of the church is the façade of the passion (death of Christ), and there are these really cool, angular statues there. I’ve never seen anything like them at a church… then again, I’ve never seen any church like that. When you go in, you kind of have to look past the construction, because it’s still not done(they hope to finish it in about 20 years) and they’re currently building the main tower (it’s gonna be huuuuge), but you can tell, it’s amazing. Like all Gaudi’s buildings, all the statues and stained glass were designed by him too. The church is the only one that doesn’t have buttresses (the arches that support the roof) because of the way Gaudi designed the pillars, and they look like trees. I think I mentioned in the last entry that he was heavily inspired by nature, right? I wish I could mention all the little intricacies of the church, Gaudi seriously thought of everything, and how to make it more usable AND pretty, but this would be twenty pages long, and you don’t care about it (actually, you’re probably already bored… but it was really cool!). I will mention two tiny examples though: Gaudi designed little sky lights in the roof but they’re angled so the rain won’t enter, and it’s designed so that no matter the time of day (and therefore where the sun is in the sky) it’ll always illuminate the entrance of the church. He also designed a tunnelish kind of ring around the church (but it’s not done yet) that will form an insulation from outside sound, so that the inside is peaceful and quiet.
Yeah, I’m moving on. Kinda. The back of the church is the façade of the nativity, and it’s just mindblowing. It’s huge, but there’s so much detail, and every little thing is so intricate, it must have taken forever! Compared to the stark and simpler façade of the passion, it’s very joyful, but I guess that’s the whole point, huh? :P The first couple we met at the B&B had warned us not to take the first elevator up (the line was hours long, I’m not exaggerating), but to continue out the back and then around the side, to a second one. I’m really glad they did, because there was NO line at all! It was really hard to find though, we never would even had gone in that area if they hadn’t let us know. Once we got up we walked down one of the tours, and the view of the church from that vantage point really let us see the detail more, and the four minor tours. It’s really mindblowing… I wish we could have seen the main tour completed!
OK, I’m done with the Sagrada familiala. I know, that was long, and you probably don’t appreciate (ie your bored) it, but I don’t blame you there, you didn’t see it :P Moving on… We hadn’t really brought anything with us to the church other than the money for tickets, so we went back to the B&B before going to lunch at a little bar like place, Morison, that was a bit of the hole in the wall but had good food, and then dad decided we were gonna walk to the park Guell! Yay! No. It was faaaaar. And as I mentioned before, HOT. Oh, right, and completely uphill. Gaaah, we were dead by the time we got there :P It was a cool park, but we sooo should have taken the metro. Hahaha, here we go again: it was a Gaudi park ;) The entrance was all designed by him, as well as the two Hansel and Gretel type houses at the entrance. There was a big dragon decorated entirely in mosaics by him too, on the stairs up, and it’s really famous around Barcelona, you saw a lot of miniature ones around souvenir shops. Then higher up on the hill (there was a great view) was the longest bench in the world (designed by Gaudi, but of course), that wound all the way around the little point thing, and was decorated by mosaics again. There were also little paths leading higher up the hill, so mom and dad decided to walk to the top (gluttons for punishment, those two). On our way up we ran into the young couple from the bed and breakfast unexpectedly, and we chatted with them for a bit before continuing. We made it to the end of that path, and mom thought that was it, so we started going down. (I saw another path that kept going higher, but ooops, somehow it slipped my mind to point it out… now how did that happen? :P Hey, can you blame me?! High 30s with no wind, and we’d been walking all day! THERE WERE FRIGGIN CACTUSES THAT WERE WILTING, OK? THAT HEAT IS NOT NATURAL.)
Ahem. Anyway, after that we (thank gooood) found shade and collapsed for a bit, dad moaning and groaning about the heat. >.< Once we’d kinda recharged a bit we walked down the hill to the souvenir shop (which is where I discovered I wouldn’t be mailing your postcards from Spain, boo :( ) and then we took the metro back to the B&B. Dad and mom napped, Joe… I don’t know where or what Joe was doing actually :S Huh… And I wrote to you guys.
After the parents woke up everyone was still pretty bushed, so we took the metro to the old city again, and rambled around a little bit looking for somewhere to eat. We really didn’t have anywhere in mind, but then we started getting hungry, so we stopped at a little place called Cheese Me. It was good, and guess what? Cheesy :P
You know one thing I noticed a lot around Europe? Hippies. Like, the whole dreadlock, flower power kind? They’re kind of just everywhere. Random, I know, but for some reason I just thought of that.
Hey! Done! After that we just went home to sleep, we went to bed early, we had to get up early the next day to leave. Sorry for the excess of Gaudi, ahem. And the spelling, as alwaaays ;)
Postcards sent! Finally, geez. Lol, so your spanish postcards will have a stamp from the Louvre ;) Alex, Ali, Sonia, Bre and Aj, let me know when you get them, will you? I want to make sure they made it :P
Ok, so. This entry is probably going to have more mistakes and be much shorter than my others; I'm using a computer that was left for us at the B&B in Paris, and it has a french keyboard, so all the keys are in different places, and I keep having to backspace. Major pain in the ass. So I'm probably not going to ramble as much. You're devastated, I know ;) Hey. At least I'm updating :P
Okey dokey artichockey, day 6! And our second day, well, first full day, in Barcelona. Aaah, Barcelona. If Madrid was the city of hot guys, then Barcelona is the city of hot gays. Pretty much, the only guys around here that are hot are the ones their hand in the back pocket of another guy. There are LOTS of gay guys and couples here though, way more than in Madrid, so you know, it's still alright ;)
It also smells a lot better here than in Madrid... thank god, I won't die of ammonia poisoning! :P
Alrighty, so we started the day with breakfast, when we met Kiko for the first time (John had given us the key and welcomed us the day before) and a couple from Ohio who were really nice, but a little weird. We'd originally planned to go to the Sagrada familia, a church designed by Gaudi (oh, you'll know all about him soon), but the couple said that they'd be there the day before only like an hour after it opened, and there was already a huge line, so we decided to wait until th next day so we could get there early. Instead we decided to go to one of Gaudi's most famous houses in Barcelona.
Alright, mini lesson. Now you're gonna know alllll about Gaudi ;) First of all, he was an architect in the late 19th century and early 20th century, and he's really, REALLY famous and liked in Barcelona. All of the souvenir shops, no matter where they were in the town, were at least half Gaudi related, and do you have any idea how hard it was to find none Gaudi postcards?! At first I thought that Gaudi only had two houses and the church, but wow, I was wrong. There's seriously Gaudi stuff everywhere, and we didn't even go see half of them. He's really a cool architect though; he's really inspired by nature, and his designs are really avant-garde (even for now!) and different; I've definitely never seen anything like what he's designed.
Anyway, the first building we went to go see of his was a house that someone had commissioned Gaudi to build for them (remember the mini history lesson from the last post? One of those people. Well, they won.)
This house was COOL. Like, really, REALLY cool. It was all curvy, and had cool pillars near the ground, and the top third was decorated with sparkly circle-like things, and the top was all undulated. There were really cool carvings too... it's really hard to describe, as I said, it's like no other apartment or house I've ever seen. Actually, you know what it reminds me of? Something you'd see out of the little mermaid. Like, if it were made of coral and the circles were seashells. You'll have to see the pictures (if I ever get around to putting them up, ugh, lack of time!), because it's just wicked :P
Then we went to the other really famous Gaudi house, one that you could go into. Although most architects only do the outsides, Gaudi designed everything in his buildings, including the furniture and any statues or stained glass there might be. It was less colorful on the outside than the other one we saw, this one wavy and bubbly, but the inside was really neat, and surprisingly, so was the roof! He designed all this cool stuff to hide chimneys and water spouts and stuff like that.
After the Gaudi houses we made our way to Las Ramblas, a big road leading to the sea that’s a bit boardwalk like and has all kinds of shops and stalls, although there were less than at the flea market in Madrid. It was weird though, right at the beginning of it there were these stalls selling pets, and some of them had pigeons, ducks and chickens for sale! Odd… I didn’t buy one of those ;) I did buy a fan though! Lots of the locals around Spain have those fans, cause it’s just so goddamn hot all the time, and I finally boought one :D Perfect for that day, too, because it was like, 36 that day *dies*.
We didn’t buy anything else on Las Ramblas, but we saw lots of living statues, you know, those people who like, paint or decorate themselves so they look like statues and then stand perfectly still, and you can give them money? They’re alllll over Spain, seriously they’re everywhere, but there were a lot of them in a very concentrated space in Las Ramblas, and their costumes were really intricate.
Eventually Las Ramblas ended and we made our way to the Port, to see the ocean. There are palm trees! I didn’t know there are palm trees in Spain! But apparently there are! (Hot enough for it, fiew). We had lunch at a kind of ritzy place overlooking the ocean called the Barceloneta, and I don’t think they liked us very much ;) Maybe it was because we entered the wrong way? Hey, not our fault! There was no sign, and there was a staircase leading right to the patio… Oops :P Well, they got over it. Mom and dad ordered a pitcher of sangrias, and when the waiter brought them he poured mom and dad a glass, the turned and picked up Joe’s glass before turning to me and pouring sangria in mine, and I was just kind of like um… I know the age here is 16, but it was a little weird, I didn’t ask for it :P Oh well. I shared it with Joe, and it wasn’t terrible. Better than wine, anyway, which mom and dad keep trying to get me to drink. Pftch. And most parents are worried about their kids and alcohol :P (The food wasn’t that amazing there though, there have been better).
After lunch we walked down the Olympic area to the beach. It wasn’t neaaaarly as nice as San Sebastian, like at all. The sand in San Sebastian was white and fine, and in Barcelona it was coarse and just yucky. The water had some garbage in it too and the ground was really rocky. I think we were spoiled after the clear waters of la Concha ;) We found out later though that the beach in Barcelona isn’t natural, that they made it in preparations for the Olympics and that every year they have to ship in more sand, because it gets eroded away. Oh well! It worked to cool us off, AND we checked, because they have a flag system to show what level the jellyfish were at that day, and it was green (none), so I even went in the water :P And the garbage was only really near the shore, so if you swam out deeper you were ok. I was still a little paranoid though, so I piggybacked Joelle the whole time so that if a jellyfish were being brought in by a wave, it’d hit her first ;) I’m such a wonderful sister :D
There were a lot less people walking around topless too. There were some, but there were few enough that it wasn’t completely uncomfortable to be walking around with your dad. There was something on this beach though that they didn’t have in San Sebastian, people walking around selling ice cold water, beer, juice and snacks. It was a little annoying at first, because there were just so *many* of them, and they were all constantly chanting their pitch, “cervesas (beer, not sure about the spelling), beer, bebos frios (cold drinks), cervesas, beer…”, but you got used to them, and they weren’t pushy or anything. They didn’t bother you if you didn’t want to buy anything, and lots of people did, actually. You got used to the chanting too, at one point I thought it was somebody playing a rap song ;)
Hmm, we did a lot that day. May not be a short entry after all :P Hehe. After we rinsed off from our swim and changed back into our clothes, we walked down (technically up I guess, away from the beach) to the old part of Barcelona. Wow, it is SO different in that area! The roads are super super skinny, so there are no cars, although you do see scooters and motor bikes, and the buildings are all made of stone and high. As I said, this part of town was build around the year 0! We ended up getting lost, honestly, at one point when mom and dad where looking for some wine store, and ended up in the Jewish quarter, and then the old main street. Wooow. Main Street, huh? It was tiny! It’s so hard to imagine… There were lots of shops in there too, but they were all super expensive.
Eventually we’d walked the whole city (it’s not very big), and we were getting hungry, so we metroed back to the neighborhood we were staying in and went to a restaurant that John had recommended, la Cerveceria Catalina, but had said we should get there early because it’s usually very busy. We got there around 8ish, which for Spain is really early for supper, but the place was already PACKED. We just kinda sat around at the bar looking at the menu until a table freed up, and luckily it was only like, 20 minutes. It was a tapas place, so we all just picked a few things we wanted and then shared. Boy, was it good. Omg, those were the best tapas I had all trip. There was one, a mini lamburger… *drooooool*. Man, now I’m hungry. The people there were really friendly too, we had great service. If you ever go to Barcelona… well, go there :P
And that’s it! I don’t know how long that actually turned out… but anyway. I’m so far behind. I’ll catch up, I promise! ;)
(Sorry about spelling, blah blah blah)
HAPPY BIRTHDAY SONIAAAA!!!!!
See, I didn' forget. I would have color, but this is a weird computer, so I don't know how ;)
Also, a note on regulqr updqtes: because the computer's fried, I have no idea how I'm going to keep updating, because it means no more time in the car. I'll try and find a way.
I did have some I wrote yesterday, and thank god they were saved on a memory stick, all that writing, but once again: weird computer, don't know how to get them.
Hopefully the guy in Florence will have a computer for me to use.
We lost all our pictures.
Dad dropped the computer, and now the harddrive is fried.
So they're gone.
All of them. Madrid, San Sebastian, Barcelona, Paris. The countryside, the food, the sights.
Everything.
- Mood:
sad doesn't even begin
Before we start:
I’m majorly bummed right now. I tried going out and sending those of you who wanted postcards from Spain your stuff, but we found out that the post offices close after the morning and aren’t open Saturday (it’s actually Friday today. I know, I’m way behind on these things, today’s like day 7. But when we don’t drive, I never find the time to write!). We leave for
Anyway! So, I was at day 5? Right-o, another car day! But car days seem to end up being quite long entries, if the last one was any indication… be warned.
Ok. So, we left the B&B without incident this time… no more run-ins with the law :P It was a pretty uneventful start, actually… get in the car… drive… drive some more… (at least the car doesn’t smell like that yucky new car smell. It’s ok in small doses, but it makes my stomach sick. We’ve successfully masked it with the smell of food though).
We did stop at some point in the morning, maybe 2 hours into the drive? We stopped at
It kind of sucks though, we were there 6 days before the festival started. I would neeever have actually been a part of it, but it would have been really neat to watch. We got to see some of the preparations though, and that was cool. We even walked down the path that the bulls and all the runners take! Man, it’s long! Well, ok, 850 meters, but that’s almost a kilometer, and it’s all uphill, so it’s a really long way when you have hundreds of tons of pissed off muscle running at you full speed.
They do have sort of barriers set up along the sides of the roads they take, but we’re not sure if they’re for spectators, or if they’re for people looking to hide and get out of the run… They did have definite areas set up for people to watch though. And lots of bull-themed souvenirs. Mom bought a red shirt with a kind of artsy drawing of a bull on it and dad, omg dad, dad bought this white t-shirt that has the name of the festival on it and stuff like that, but there’s red “blood” all over it, and a hole where the bull “gored” him. Sigh. He better not wear that in public back home.
Of course, as if that weren’t bad enough. We were walking along the roads, and I was a bit ahead, when I noticed that the rest of them weren’t following anymore, so I turned around. They were talking to this girl who looked like a reporter and was holding a microphone, and a cameraman, so I went to join them, just in time to hear dad say “No [apparently she asked if he spoke Spanish],” points to me, “but she does!” Ok, little interruption: I don’t speak Spanish. And I have never claimed to. I can read it pretty well, and understand it somewhat, but I can’t speak it. I know some stuff, like, Hi, how are you, thank you, where is ___, how much is this, … touristy stuff. Not conversational Spanish. So the lady points the microphone at me, and the guy turns the camera into my face. The frist question was pretty easy, and she asked it in english: “Where are you from?” Easy!
Thanks, dad.
Other than that embarrassing little experience though (at least it’s safe to say it won’t be showing on TV), nothing much else happened in
That was the day it reached 39 degrees. We really didn’t venture much out of the air conditioned car… heh :P Except when mom had to stop to go pee, so we got out and all bought ice cream <3 Love. Huh. I think that’s all we did during the drive… I fell asleep after that. Before I did though, it was really cool to see the scenery change. Near
And then, we arrived in
Anyway, our B&B is really cute and charming. Mom and dad’s room is awesome, it’s really warm and cozy, and there are lots of paintings. Joe and my room isn’t as amazing; it’s pretty normal, a lot more than the rest of the place. But it’s also the coolest, and we have a comfier bed and pillows than mom and dad so. Theirs is more charming, ours is more functional. The room where we go to have breakfast though is just as fab as mom and dad’s room. We eat at a big family style table, so we end up eating with our hotsts and the other guests. Which is cool, because then we can get suggestions and tips, and the guests were really nice. The second couple we met was young, maybe like 21, and they were from
And our hosts! Our hosts were probably the best thing about our B&B in
After we checked in to the B&B we walked around, had some of the local tapas, then went for supper at one of the places John had recommended. I was sooo happy, they had spaghetti on the menu! We eat pasta SO much at home, and I was kind of going into withdrawl, because I hadn’t had any form of it since we’d gotten to
And so passed out first day in
Hope so!
Miss you aaaaalll!
Oh! Update on the postcards: :( Sucks, the post office at the airport was closed. Sorry guys! :( But I'll send them from France, at least you'll get them, right?
- Mood: disappointed
Hola!!
In the car once again. I feel special, I managed to catch up to yesterday! Woot woot! I think/hope this one’ll be short(er)… well, we’ll see. Before we start with day 4 (HAPPY CANADA DAY!! Love you, home land!), I have a general Spanish observation to make (although I suspect it’s more of a European thing than a Spanish thing): there are gay couple. Everywhere. It’s so refreshing! Take that, close-minded Americans! BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. (And yes; they are all hot. So sad.)
Alrighty, what did I do yesterday? Ah right! Yesterday was our beach day :D Looooovelovelove <3 Mom and dad woke me and Joe up to see if we wanted to go down to the spa (basically a hot tub), and joe went, but I stayed behind to sleep. I, ahem, may have stayed up a little later than I should have Adam googling the night before? Hey, we finally had WiFi, ok?! I just went a little overboard, and didn’t notice time. I did manage to drag myself up eventually, and we had breakfast at the B&B, then drove down to downtown San Sebastian, where we went to an authentic little grocery store and bought some bread, cheese, ham, olives, fruit, carrots, drinks and deserts for lunch, then packed it off to the beach. Walking there we tried to find beach towels so we’d have something to sit on, but for a beach town (for *any* town) they sure didn’t have anything. When we got to the beach it was like 35 degrees, and we noticed that they had these permanent tent-type things set up, and we found out you could rent one. It’s basically a tarp over your head to make shade (thank gooood, it was friggin hot), and three lawn chairs. Good deal :P
Before we ate dad and joe wanted to go in and cool off, and mom stayed behind. I said that maybe it was just a fluke the jellyfish thing before, so I go in. Sigh. Right away; a jellyfish. But it was teeny tiny, so I just went around it and tried to ignore it. UNTIL I noticed like, 12 others floating all around me, and Joe warning me to watch were I step cause ther were some I hadn’t noticed on the ground. I ran our of there as fast as I could without actually stepping on any, and didn’t go back it. I tried, once, and it ended disastrously with me being surrounded and having a mini panic attack… yeah… so anyway. I flat out refused after that. Everyone else made fun of me and called me a grump, but can you blame me?! Ali, I know you would have sunbathed with me at least :P <3 (Sigh, Miss you so much babe. And everyone else too. I wonder what the weather’s like in Ottawa? What are you doing for Canada day?)
We ate lunch, and then I lay in the sun for a while, but then it got too hot so I moved to the shade. It was sooo nice :D Basically, that’s all I did all day. I love the beach. Erm... I knew that there would probably be some topless people there… but I don’t think I realized to what point top are completely optional. Everywhere you turned there were girls walking around with tops, there was nowhere safe to look! (And like, 10 year olds running around stark naked. A little odd.) Poor Joe was the only person under 60 who wasn’t wearing a bikini… and even most of the 60 year old ones were!
Ooh, and btw. Apparentley it’s not just Madrid. San Sebastian was craaaaaawling with gorgeous guys!! It was even *better* than Madrid! Did NOT think that was possible…. I guess it’s not so much that were more hot guys necessarily, I think that’s pretty impossible, but there were less ugly ones. You know? Anyway, the beach scenery was FUN. All these mega-hot, shirtless guys playing soccer… I think I died and went to heaven. It was seriously, bliss :P My tan got even better that day, weeee!
Man, I really don’t remember this day very well. Maybe cause it´s media noche, midnight. Faaah. Alright, so after the beach we went back to the B&B to shower and change, then went back downtown to taste some of the local pinxhos again. That night was soooo much better! We managed to find this little place that was recommended both by our host and by dad´s guide book, and they were soooo good. Then we walked nice and easy to this restaurant that looked over the ocean our B&B host recommended, and for the first time this trip we actually didn´t have any trouble finding somewhere to eat. It was super good, and really cheap too, dad could´t stop raving. All I know is it tasted good :P
Umm, remember what I said before though, about freaking out the locals? Well, we kinda did it again. Me and Joe have been drinking juice and water this whole time, because we know restaurants don´t generally serve milk (and they don´t have non-alcoholic drink menus, so annoying!), but this time mom decided to ask and see. The waitress kind of did a double take, and she was like “Milk?!” and looked at us like she´d heard us wrong. We were like yeaaah… milk. So she repeated it again, really confused. She shook her head, so I was like, “Leche? (Spanish word for milk)” and she said yeah, milk. They had some, but she looked really flabbergasted (cool word). She asked us if we wanted it hot or cold (eww, hot?), then left, shocked and more than a little confused. She did bring it to us, her eyes still open waaay wide. And the milk was… er… interesting. It wasn’t cold, for one thing. You know how milk is best ice cold right? Well, this milk wasn’t hot… but it was warmish. Mmm. And we expected whole milk, since that’s all they usually have in Europe, but what we got was more than just whole. I swear to god, it tasted like cheese. Dad decided to google it, and it turns out that it was unpasteurized, “shelf stabilized” whole milk. … Um. What do you have to do to milk so that you can keep in on the shelf?! Explains why it wasn’t cold… anyway, we drank it. Seriously though, what do kids around here drink? Obviously not milk. And everytime we order juice they have to go check and see what juices they might use while making alcoholic drinks. Apparently Spanish kids grow up on water and pop.
As for the parents, we know what they drink! That restaurant gave you a bottle of wine per five adults, but since we were kids they just gave mom and dad the bottle and didn’t charge us for our milks, which was nice of them, especially considering most places charge you for water and the bread at the beginning (mom says it’s just cause they had no idea what to charge us for it, lol). But then dad was driving home (and up that winding road, not so good), so he gave most of it to mom. And they finished the bottle. Not to mention all the sangrias mom had before… Soooo, she was drunk *exactly*, but she was in a veeery good mood. We went out for a walk after supper on the boardwalk near the beach, and there was a playground nearby with a couple of teenagers hanging out (Bre’s party flashback!). They kinda just did their thing as we walked and dad took pictures of the hills light up at night, and then mom took it upon herself to climb onto one of those wooden horses mounted on a big spring and play. Those teenagers disappeared so fast! Lol, see what I mean? Freaking out the locals again!
Aaaand so ended our second day in San Sebastian. I’m actually quite pleasantly surprised that we spent most of the day at the beach… mom’s usually there an hour, then she wants to leave. Ah, the joys of 30 degree weather!
Ok, so this journal entry is probably going to be a bit interesting… there may be spelling mistakes and random jumps or repetition galore, because I wrote this in the car a few days ago, then at midnight last night, and then now right before we leave for supper, and I didn’t bother going back to see what I wrote before, soo… yeah. Keep that in mind :P
LOVE AND MISS YOU ALL!
(There. This one´s length wasn´t THAT bad, right?)
- Mood:
accomplished
Bum Bum Bum!
I don’t know, I felt like singing. The radio is on in the car, maybe that’s why. They play a
Anyway, on with the trip!! Day 3, huh? That was the day we left
Too bad we weren’t quite done with the… er… adventures for that morning. We had JUST pulled out of the street with the hotel when mom and dad realized they’d had forgotten the big tour book on their desk, and that was no inexpensive book (after all the grief mom had given me and joe about not forgetting anything, too). You’d have to understand European streets to know why this is such a problem; Ali and Sonia, you probably get it. You can’t turn left, you can’t turn right, you can’t u-turn, oh wait, you HAVE to go right, it’s a one way street, you’re going over a bridge… it was a bit of a disaster :P We ended up dropping mom off and telling her to run back to the hotel while we tried getting back. We ALMOST ended up in a highway tunnel going who knows where, but dad managed to change lanes at the last second and we finally made it back. At least we got all the trouble done with in the morning!
The rest of that morning basically included one thing: driving. I finally got a chance to see the Spanish scenery though: it’s soooo cool and different! All these rolling hills, with big yellow fields set among a bit of green… it’s pretty dry around
Dad has been reading
I believe it, there were people EVERYWHERE. It was so crazy, but really, really cool. Everyone seemed to know each other, and they were having this huge party in the middle of the streets! Kids, old men, everyone. I definitely wish we had stuff like this back home. There was music, food, and lots and lots of beer. Dad was pretty much ecstatic, because apparently people search for ages in search of fiestas, and we just kind of stumbled upon one. We couldn’t get into the cathedral though; the had like, 5 masses going on. We did get into a little lobby-like thing though, and kind of got an idea. I’m sure the rest of it must have been pretty gorgeous, because the paintings and statues in that little area were soooo intricate.
We definitely creep out the locals here though. It’s probably a good thing we’re always moving, otherwise word would get out about the “weird english tourists” and all the restaurants and stuff would close up when they see us coming. We were trying to find something in
After that it was nice calm drive to
When we got to the B&B though, I reached another level completely of speechlessness. It was GORGEOUS! You’re gonna have to see the pictures to understand… it had so much charm, it was so cool! This little wooden house… you know what, no, you have to see the pictures, there’s no way I can describe it to do it justice. They had a pasture of goats too, and they were adorable. The owner of the B&B gave me and joe each a big baguette and let us feed them. Adorable, till they jumped up on you, which still wasn’t that bad, until you noticed that the crap that was on their feet transferred to your shirt. Sigh. Oh well, if you went in without bread you were fine. I got to pet a little baby one! It was tiny, and white, and cute, and and and… Right. They also had some three dogs, a feral cat (bad kitty bit me, the meany), some donkeys and some cows. Everyone of them (minus the cat) loooooved attention. I have to say, I didn’t know cows like having their head scratched.
Having animals has it’s perks apparently, because breakfast there was amazing. Fresh fruit, homemade yogurt, homemade goat cheese, crusty bread, homemade jam, homemade pumpkin loaf… Yuuuuuuuum.
Oooops. This is gonna be a really long post again. And I did so well with the last one, keeping it shorter! Sooorry. Actually, you’re kind of nuts for reading all this. But I don’t want anyone to say that I didn’t keep them posted! I DID promise you’d feel like you were there.
I was saying. We checked into the B&B, and then it was like 34 degrees, so we headed out to the big beach.
Getting food wasn’t very easy though.
Wait, I was talking about food, right? Ok. So the two places that were recommended to us were closed, so it was pretty much a shot in the dark where we went. We stopped at a random bar to try some of their pinxchos, but there too: we didn’t understand anything on the little bars, so we really didn’t know what we were ordering. (Weather update: 39 degrees. Man. Good thing it’s not muggy like it gets in
Sigh, we didn’t have much better luck finding supper either. We looked for about an hour and a half before everyone was grumping and ready to kill someone, and we finally found somewhere that didn’t serve all seafood. San Seabastian = ocean town = lots of fishing = nothing for me&mom&joe to eat. I was at the back of a pinxchos place, and it was ok I guess. Nothing special, but we ate it and we didn’t die, so. Successful evening.
We just walked around a bit after supper, but there aren’t many shops in
There! That was probably far longer than it needed to be, heh. I tend to ramble. Pardon, as they say here! (Pronounce the first “Par” as if you were speaking French, and then the second part as “done”.
Oh, Joe says hi :)
(Pardon for the spelling mistakes, again.)
(MISS YOU!)
- Location:B&B in Barcelona
- Mood: tired
Hey guys!
Day 2, here we go. I was a lot more awake, for one thing, we kinda overslept, and I was also a lot more used to
Nothing else like that has happened though, thank Gooood. Actually, that morning was kind of our criminal morning. While we were on the metro on our way to the market, some girl tried to pick-pocket dad. Failed, luckily. Anyway, after that we stopped for some tapas, then picked up some meat, bread and fruit for later at a food market. You know you’re not in
Anyway, once we were all clean and pretty (I tried the liquid eyeliner, and it turned out like, perfect. And, of course, it’s when no one I saw knew/was ever going to see me again. Sigh) we went to supper. Dad had reserved at a llttle place downtown, and it included dinner and (get this!) a traditional flamenco show. And it was a REALLY good flamenco show too, the lead girl and guy where pretty famous. The girl was the “face” of the Olympics when they were in
Yeah, that was really fun. Of course, we had no car in
Seriously, I pretty much love
So! Having a great time, and I miss you alllllllll!!! <3 I wonder what everyone’s up to in
Once again, sorry about the spelling mistakes! It’s haaaard to type in the car.
- Location:B&B in Barcelona
- Mood: chipper
One sec.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
I'm in SPAIN!
K, now that that’s out of the way. This is so weird! I’m definitely not used to the fact that I’m in Spain. Although it feels like I’ve been here for at least a week. Man, I miss you guys so much already! This is bad, it’s been like, 2 days. What am I gonna do for the next 20 days?!
Ok ok ok. Lemme see. I told you I’d tell you everything… And I’ll try. Hard though, I’m going off of a lot of memory, I haven’t had time to sit since we landed in Madrid two days ago. K, I’ll start at the beginning. The first flight to Toronto was exciting but uneventful; we were delayed a bit by rain/thunder, but it didn’t last long, and we got updated to business! Woot woot! Not that big a deal though, it was a 42 minute flight. The seats were a little bigger? And we did get an actual snack, on top of the little cashew thing everyone gets. When we landed we found out that our plane to Madrid was a bit late, and it got delayed again, but honestly, I couldn’t have cared less. Dad’s an elite member at Air Canada, which means we got to get into the Elite Lounge, and they had lots of soup, salads, crackers and cheese, drinks, fruit, stuff like that. And it was free. So yeah, I was pretty ok with waiting a bit as I stuffed my face, hehe. Oh! The Toronto airport also had those little moving sidewalk things, which were pretty cool, but then we discovered the express one: geez, that thing’s as good as a friggin roller coaster! Yeeeeah. I kinda had fun on that.
Anyway, eventually we did get to board the plane, Dad went up to check to see if we’d gotten business, since we were wait listed. Omg, you should have heard me and Joe squeal when he said we got the seats, lol! We flew to Europe. In business. AAAH! I’m pretty sure I didn’t stop smiling like an idiot until long into the flight. The business seats were huuuge, we had our own little room thing, with walls separating us from other people so we could have some privacy. And the chairs? Soooo comfy. And they went all the way back into an honest to god bed. I think it was more comfortable than some real beds I’ve slept in before! I felt so spoiled though, as I was sitting there with my little provided blanker, pillow and necessities case (it had a toothbrush, toothpaste, mouthwash, slippers, an eye mask, lip balm, body moisturizer, ear plugs, a mint, lavender temple balm….), sipping the little glass of orange juice the flight attendant handed the business area people when they got on, with all the people who had regular seats filling past and giving us death glares… ahem. Yeah, frig, they even came around with this little menu with some pretty fancy food (dude, they had tenderloin) and handed them out to us. I was looking for the prices, and there were. None. It was free! I’m never gonna wanna travel economy again, oops… Seriously, free appetizer, main course, unlimited drinks, cheese and crackers, desert… Good thing the seats were so big, cause after everything we’d eat before, I was seriously huge :P
K, then we slept like 3 hours, but It was pretty comfortable, woke up, finished out movie, ate breakfast, yadee yah…
And then. We were in. Spain.
Airport wasn’t much different, but the minute we got outside it was. We managed to pick the taxi with a driver who was not only (obviously) Spanish, but who also had a lisp, so we were like “aaaaah…” everytime he tried to say something. We did manage to make it to the hotel though. It’s a fairly nice hotel, but nothing too special. Dad keeps going on about how it’s so much cheeper than anything else we’re staying at… anyway. I guess he cares a lot more about that than I do. After we checked in we went out to explore. Lots of streets, lots of plazas. We went to a museum for a bit, because dad wanted to see “Picasso’s most influential painting of the twentieth century”. It was a really cool museum though, you probably would have loved it Sonia. Madrid looks a lot what I expected Spain to look like, but it’s weird seeing it for myself. All these skinny little streets with little shops, and high above those, buildings of brick and plaster, with rows and rows of windows with wrought iron balconies. It all looks so… old. There are lots of statues and trees too. Lots and lots of green. Trees in the streets, a huge (HUGE) park in the middle of the city, plants on everybodies balcony… Pretty! Mom and dad had a bit of a culture shock; they said it was all way more foreign than places like France and Italy. It wasn’t so surprising for me; it’s the first actually foreign place I can remember visiting, so I guess this set my precedent. Anyway, so we kind of wandered around for a bit, had a mini pizza thing for a snack, and then crawled back to the hotel for a nap before supper. Hey, we got three hours max of sleep, k, we were exhausted :P I never nap, and if dad hadn’t come wake me up I probably would have slept right until morning. He did wake me up though, so I kind of stumbled around downtown behind mom and dad as they tried to find some traditional Spanish grill. We ended up on the wrong side of town though, and eventually they just gave up and we decided to randomly guess and pick a restaurant. We ended up deciding on this restaurant with apparently a bit of a Japaneseish décor, according to mom, but we think the food was pretty traditional, and it was really good! Ah Europe and it’s food :D I’m so gonna end up fat though. We ordered an appetizer each (which we never do, but I guess mom and dad thought they’d be like tapas, which are small finger foods you usually eat in the afternoon) and it was like, ginormous. I couldn’t even finish it, and this was BEFORE the main course! Oops, heh.
Anyway, after supper we walked around a bit before we went back to the hotel, and it was sooo nice out. It was super hot during the day, but after the sun went down the temperature was perfect. There were tons of people out too, way more than during the day. It’s really weird, cause the scheduele isn’t the same in Spain as it is in North America at all. Basically, this is a day in Madrid:
Breakfast: None existent. Grab a pastry at home.
2pm-5pm : Lunch
5pm-9pm: Tapas time
9pm-12am: Supper
12am-3:am Bar Hopping
3am-7am: Clubbing
Soo yeah. Of course, our schedule isn’t nearly as fun as that. We make it to bed by 1 am at the latest. Point is, most people surface around midnight out on the streets. OH! Speaking of people. Ali, Sonia : You know how there were no hot guys in France? Well apparently it’s cause they were too busy partying it up in Madrid. Seriously, they are EVERYWHERE. And I’m not talking like “oh, you could have cute potential”, I’m talking like “BAMSMOCKINGHOT *drool*”. Now, I’m not sure what the ratio of tourists vs locals (or for that matter gays vs straights) is, but seriously. Hot guys are pretty much jumping out of the fountains. I don’t think you even understand how many there are, it’s nuts! Damn unability to take a discreet picture of one. Um, I did learn you have to watch where you point your face though. We were in the taxi, just out of the airport, driving to the hotel, when the taxi driver pointed out a big building, some embassy or parliament or something, so I was looking out the window to see. It was a pretty nice building, so I looked for a little bit, and then I lowered my eyes (the taxi was stopped) and noticed this MEGA hot guy of about our age, maybe a year or two older, looking at me all excited and with this HUGE grin on his face. And he was staring RIGHT at me. I kind of turned around in surprise, the looked again, and he was still looking at me. Joe and mom were in the backseat too, and they just started laughing sooo hard. Apparentley he thought I was staring at him the entire time I was looking at the building :S Oooops. Awkwaaard. Wouldn’t have been that bad, but MOM was in the backseat. Ugh.
So! That was my first day in Spain :) And yes, I have been here more than one day, but do you know who hard it is to find time to get the computer and type it up, let alone finally get access to internet long enough to post this? Therefore, ignore all spelling/grammar/typo mistakes, as I'm sure there are some.
I miss everyone tons, but I'm having tons of fun! I'll try and update as fast as I can, cause yeah, I'm so sure you find it oh so thriling. Btw, your kind of nuts to have read this whole thing. LOVE YOU!! And yes, I have bought postcards, so those of you who wanted postcards from Spain, check your mailboxs whatever time you think it'll take for it to be posted overseas :P
<3
- Location:B&B in San Sebastian, Spain
- Mood: accomplished
"Anyone who feels different, or wierd... Screw it!" 2:18, http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6l3SpVgq
"Even if you're really different, theres a way to get along with each other."
"I had forgotten my humidifer...I was in a little bit of a panic..."
"I wanna see Katy Perry!"
"I was born fabulous."
"We don't get naked together."
"You Rock" - to streaker girl.
"I have like 45 products on my counter and he has three."
"It's all in the name of art - of great entertainment."
"I have never been shy about anything in my life."
"It's a sexy song...Can I say that?" - about Whole Lotta Love
"I killed a snake in the jungle."
"I'm not skerd" Extended Audition, 1:11
"I can sang!" Extended Audition, 1:23
"You've gotta keep the air moist!"
"First what... friend of yours?"
"I love that book!" - about twilight
"I don't want to blend in"
"What if i told you, im not like the others?"
"I like to Krump, I don't know if I'm any good but there are stank faces and attitude"
"I like cupcakes(giggle) and dogs(giggle)"
"Are you dizzy tired?"
"Is it? Its not dangling over my head, maybe its dangling over yours"
"I'll surprise you, I promise"
"Its like a rollercoaster up in this motherf*cker"
"I'm pretty happy with my name, but if I had to pick a stage name, then it would have to be Adam BOMB."
"I like to eat ice cream."
"I'm wearing the underwear you gave me. "
"I got to play dress-up, Simon! "
"For those of you who don't know what a bidet is, it's like a sink, for your other side."
"I'm like their older, evil stepbrother. " - about the Jonas Brothers
"I'm like your boy-next-door who decided one day that he wanted to be a rebel, so I'm a nice rebel. "
"The boots were mine... they've seen a lot." - about his KISS performance boots
"And now I'm in the palm of your hand, you have me all to yourself! Don't you feel good?"
"Could get juicier!"
"I guess it's that whole like, emo look, I guess you could call it? But I don't even know what emo means." 2:04, http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y5UlANGd
"If you're pleasing everyone, you're probably playing it too safe." 4:29, http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y5UlANGd
"Lots of XXL clothing too, which I'm like, well I'm not that big, come on!" 5:10, http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y5UlANGd
"I am bringing eyeliner back!" 2:27, http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LSCaLVjx
Yes, I need a life ;) But so do you, if you're actually reading this!
- Mood: chipper
HA!
Kraft Dinner. Clearly. I can't remember the last time I made myself food (microwave leftovers non-withstanding) without it being Kraft Dinner. I don't think I'm capable of making anything else, honestley ;)
UGH I made the mistake, while trying to be organized and prepared, of thinking about buying Adam tickets (k fine, American idol live, but w/e, same thing). And now, despite the fact that I'm going to be waking up in 6 and a half hours to buy the rickets, I feel like I'm about to jump out of my skin!!!
AAAAH I want good tickets, I really do. And I'm only slightly (HA) afraid that I'm going to screw things up.
And at the same time, I'm quite easily distracted by my Adam songs and my crazy obsessive love for him. Maybe I should Start that survivor/American idol crackfic...
- Location:Bed
- Mood: tired
- Music:Adam lambert - kiss and tell
I mean, I could tell from the baby pictures that he was, and the black obviously isn't natural, but it's still a shock...
- Mood: surprised
This is from1978, and features... a 16 year old Paula Abdul?! WHAT? </lj-embed>
Um, wow. And why did it never occur to me that Paula got a nose job?! It makes perfect sense now, geez.
Oh. And I'm really glad I was born this generation. Can you imagine paying money to go see that schmut? Then again, not much different than the Hannah Montana movie I guess...
And I'm having waaaaay to much fun with this!
Why are all the girls in this movie kind of scary looking? :S
Honestely though, what part of that DIDN'T scare me?!
- Mood: shocked
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