Alexa is in L.A. - Disneyland Edition

There are more pictures here of me than Alexa, but that's because these are from my personal camera.

And also because I am adorable.

Please click to enlarge this photo, and check out Alexa's face.

Alexa is in L.A. - Hollywood Edition

Still in LA.

But we're not talking about today yet. We're still on Saturday.

So let us begin.

After sleeping for a good long while, I woke up to remember that Emily was at work for a while. I then got dressed (being as quiet as I could to not wake sleeping roomies) and headed out. It was like...hot out and I ended up wandering to the vaguely outdoor mall that is near her apartment. I ate a delicious lunch at the Cheesecake Factory and then sat outside for a while and "did Russian Homework".

And by "did Russian Homework" I mean "read and listened to music". I really did bring my Russian stuff with me and I brought it out and I even wrote a few answers. But then the whole *SUNSHINE* thing got to me and then I decided that thinking was for losers. And I am not a loser. Or at least I wasn't planning on thinking.

Emily got off work at like...3? We then wandered back to her apartment where I dropped my stuff off and then took another tour down the other side of the street. We went in some really cool shops before returning. I'm still contemplating buying something shiny and pretty from one of them, but that's a tomorrow project.

We then came back to the apartment, ate some leftovers (I still had some pasta from The Cheesecake Factory) and then went to bed. Because the following day we went to Hollywood.

I have photos from that day and will post them.

Until then, I'm in LA until Friday.

A good update for once

So I know I totes suck at updating and there's that. But here's an update.
I AM IN FREAKING L.A. BITCHES.

So we'll go back, way back, to like...Friday. The prospect of leaving Michigan was enough to make my head pop off with pure joy. My mom drove me to the airport, but not before eating a yummy breakfast and then stopping off at my coffee shop for a beverage. And a lecture from my boss's mom.

Then off to DTW where I tried to stalk George Clooney (he's supposedly filming a movie at our airport). I left on a noon flight to LA. IN FIRST CLASS. It was AMAZING. Big seats, tons of room...the flight attendants were all "CAN I GET YOU A BEVERAGE?" And by beverage, I mean liquor. More importantly, we ate lunch. A real lunch, with real food, on real plates with real glasses and real silverware. AND it was edible. So colour me impressed.

Emily then picked me up at the airport and we went to the apartment. Her roommate, Lizzy, was kind enoough to drive us which meant Emily didn't have to rent a car. We made it to the apartment in one piece where I had to pee like a pregnant lady, and then we set out on investigating the town.

A delicious Chinese meal later, a brief tour of Sherman Oaks and 2 Tylenol PM later (as I had reached a second wind with it being like...2 am in Michigan and only 11 here) I crashed for the evening.

Saturday awaits. And Sunday. Tomorrow? DISNEYLAND. I even promise photos....

THAT'S MY GIRL

OSCARS

TEAM WINSLET.

Also, I found my drinking game:

• Hugh Jackman makes a joke about Australia |
  
• Hugh Jackman breaks out into X-Men: The Musical | [close enough! "I am Wolveriiiiiine!" in the opening number!]
  
• Someone thanks their agent |
• ... thanks their spouse |||| ||||
• ... thanks their parents |||| ||
• ... thanks the cast/crew |||| |||| ||||
• ... says they don't know who to thank
• ... makes a veiled plea for work in the guise of a joke about a nominated director or producer
• ... pretends to buckle under the weight of the Oscar |
• Any trip or injury |
• Someone approvingly refers to Barack Obama |
• Someone makes a reference to the recession |
• A presenter muffs their lines |||
• Male presenter makes innuendo about attractive women
• Shot of Jack Nicholson laughing in the audience
• Kate Winslet says "Gather"
• Any award recipient cries |||
• A cutaway to anyone in the audience with an obviously faked grin
• The band plays someone off the stage |

Adapted from here.


|||| These are only the tallies that I caught. MAYBE THERE WERE MORE.

DON'T JUDGE US

Alexa: I also love the Tool Academy
Emily: ME TOO
Alexa: HOW did it take so long for ANYONE to come up with this idea?
Emily: I KNOW
Alexa: It's BRIL
Emily: HAHAHAHAHA
Emily: LOVE that someone is finally calling them out
Alexa: SERIOUSLY
Emily: omgwtf @ the 2 girlfriends guy
Emily: his hair is also tooltastic
Alexa: I HEART HIM AND HIS HAIR
Emily: Celebrity was a DOUCHEY DOUCHE
Alexa: OH LORD
Emily: CLARENCE
Emily: F U
Emily: F U SO HARD, "CELEBRITY"
Alexa: Oh Rob too, the "Power Tool"
Emily: ...I should not be this passionate about this topic.
Alexa: lol
Alexa: You shouldn't
Alexa: And yet...
Alexa: The one with the funny name-Matsuflex
Alexa: AKA RYAN
Emily: HAAHAHAHA
Alexa: Dude
Emily: MATSUFLEX
Alexa: What a tool
Emily: YES
Alexa: GOD I LOVE THIS SHOW
Emily: ME TOO
Alexa: It's reassuring that while we may be single for an indeterminite amount of time, we will never date tools.
Emily: for sure
Alexa: Any variety of tools. Ever.
Alexa: Or at least, at this degree of toolishness
Emily: yes
Alexa: However, we should also take a moment to acknowledge our too long discussion of Tool Academy

Emily: "Tool Academy" is a new label on our blog
Alexa: AHAHAHA

Alexa: 2 tools, 1 badge.
Emily: ~suspense~
Alexa: Now I have to see who stays
Emily: TELL ME
Emily: WHO IS UP?
Alexa: ~commercial~
Alexa: To go home? Loser, slacker tool with no job, ambition or personality vs. Naked Tool AKA Matsuflex AKA Ryan AKA Admits to Owning Man Panties
Emily: BRILL
Alexa: Tool With Ridic Hair/2 girlfriends/a tattoo above his..ahem...package that says "KUNG FU MASTER" and the Tool Who Is Tinier Than I am made it through
Alexa: I really should like, liveblog/recap this shit
Alexa: This is comedic gold
Alexa: It'd be like recapping an episode of "Rock Of Love" with less boobs and chance of VD

Happy Valentine's Day, internet friends

I'm going to the GRAMMYs

Yes, that is right. I have tickets. I will be mocking the show from the inside this year.

My friend Devin is going with me, and he's devising a "hit list": industry big shots we want to hunt down, meet, and beg for jobs. "I have to meet Rick Rubin," he declared. So we'll see what his plan is.

Personally...I'm more excited that U2 is performing. And Paul McCartney. And Stevie Wonder. YESSSS. I LOVE STEVIE WONDER.


My mother mailed my black-tie attire to me from Maryland. Go ahead, ask me who I'm wearing.

Answer: I don't know. It's my "senior homecoming/inaugural ball/won a pageant" dress...and I think we bought it at a JCPenneys sale in fall 2004. Shoes? From Payless, same time period (always the same shoes with this dress). Accessories? My earrings may have come from Claire's, and my clutch handbag was just purchased from Target.

I keep it real.

A New Obsession

I think we should all recognize my new obsession.
What is your new Obsession, you might ask?

Twitter. I can't control myself. I love checking it, I love updating it, I love boiling my thoughts into 140 characters or less.

I recognize that it's just a ploy to get me to compulsively check yet another website when I get on my computer. I recognize that it's really pointless. I do really know that there is no point to updating the world to my every thought and whim.

And yet, after this post, I may or may not check it again. I'm thinking it could help jump start totes bril blog entries.

Also, it's one more website to check 4856462 times a day. Like Facebook, with less flair.