How cute were we?

Tripp Lake reminiscing is the only thing making me happy right now, so...I'm doing some. Enjoy the randomness of the pictures.

I can't believe this was 4 years ago. It seems like yesterday. This is me and Lizzy on our Winter Weekend in 2003. I think I had a bit too much fun playing with the contrast and color, but whatevs.


Oh, the video shack. Too many good times were spent in there. One tiny room: me, Chip...now you understand why I got into film, haha.














Me and my favorite boys...Woods 4 boys, that is. I never laugh as hard as I do when I'm singing with Chris J, or being completely ridiculous with Chip...clearly.

I can't freaking wait for CCR: NY!!!!
Wish you could be a part of this, right?....YEAHHHH. Can't wait.

Seriously?

I'm really trying to be positive here...but I'm positive that the world just doesn't want me to be happy anymore. If the world wanted me to be happy, it would have given me something to be happy about by now, don't you think?

This semester has probably been one of the roughest of my entire life (except for maybe the year we moved and my dad moved out).

It all started this summer with a family meltdown, that I don't feel particularly inclined to get into, but it led me to leave home and be homeless.

Until I found this amazing house with these amazing people and this amazing guy who is perfect for me...who conveniently didn't feel the same way. FUN TIMES.

Then, I was thrilled to come back to school and participate in recruitment...my absolute FAVORITE time of year -- and then we had our worst recruitment since rebuilding the house in the early 90s...yes, seriously. So, with house morale down about recruitment, I felt really good about running for VP Recruitment and changing things up.

So, naturally, on the day that my biological little sister tells me she wants to kill herself, my sorority little sister tells me she's going to run against me for VP Recruitment because, naturally, she can do a better job than me...after never being on the recruitment committee. Apparently people felt that way, too, because they just voted her in.

Thanks, Alpha Chi.

And on top of this, all I want to do is be happy. But it just seems like an impossibility. Especially now that I've finished Dr. Quinn I have nothing to do after 2 am. Clearly, my body doesn't let me sleep until at least 4.

Oh, and did I mention that my best friend just told me that he's graduating in May and possibly moving far far away?

I'm beginning to think that God enjoys watching my life as a very sad melodrama. Do you, God? Do you enjoy watching me cry every night??? Because I, for one, am getting pretty sick of it. Just give me some semblance of happiness...seriously, anything would suffice.

I just can't stand it anymore. Please give me something to be happy about.

Back by popular request...

Apparently a month without blogging goes noticed...You think I'm kidding, but seriously...people actually check this thing still. Woo! Go me.

Anyway, this past month has been too packed for my liking. Keeping busy is one thing, but having no time for anything else is quite another. Except for movies, for some reason. I can't get enough of them.

Speaking of which: GO SEE AMERICAN GANGSTER! I don't care who you are or what your favorite type of movie is...it's a classic. It's this side of the 80s "Scarface." Take away the fact that Ridley Scott is my directing idol, and Russell Crowe is my all time favorite actor, and it's still a completely amazing film. In fact, most of my favorite scenes revolve around the devilishly dashing, Denzel Washington. Who else can get away with playing a character who makes friends with Chang Kai Shek and buys straight heroin on a random trip to Bangkok. Meanwhile delivering the line, "Why are they naked?....So they can't steal anything." Explaining a group of naked women making heroin in the projects of Harlem. In fact, Denzel is so fantastic that you even root for him a little bit (what's wrong with rooting for the bad guy?--well nothing, except that Russell Crowe is the gleaming beacon of light as the good guy). I don't want to give away the ending, but let me just say that the scene that finally contains both Denzel and Russell in the same room...well...I want to be part of THAT threesome (DIBS!). Hmm, Ridley you beat me this time!

On another note--I finally finished watching Dr. Quinn Medicine Woman on DVD. All 7 seasons (that's 49 disks AND a made for TV movie)...I started in late June, and just finished two nights ago. No, seriously. 5 months of my life GONE (to Joe Lando, though, so I'm not really complaining). It seems like quite an accomplishment, but now I just don't know what to do with my insomnia habit. When it gets to 2 am I guess I'm going to have to start blogging again instead of popping in a DVD and drifting to sleep watching Jane Seymore and Joe Lando save lives on the Colorado Springs frontier. Perhaps I'll start another series...Six Feet Under is somewhere on my queue I think...maybe Roswell? --or if my mom actually buys me the new ANGEL box set for Hannukah, haha...hmmm.

Oh well. Sorry for the lack of cohesiveness...I'm a bit out of practice. Until later, Lewis: out.

It's getting close....

Only a week and a half until my birthday --- so you know what that means!...I start planning my birthday (it's a big deal...I get an entire month, usually). Yes, I'm turning 20 in glorious white trash style. First, we'll be dining at a classy joint, you may have heard of it: Hooters. Then, we'll be treking to a karaoke bar, where I plan on singing 80s power ballads, and probably a lot of Britney.

So, in honor of my FANTASTIC birthday bash, I thought I should show what inspired me to choose karaoke in the first place. It's a clip from "Keeping the Faith." Enjoy!

Oh the anger!

So, I'm extremely angry right now. I feel like if this had happened to me over the usmmer, I would just be sad...but now I've moved past the year mark, and I'm just angry. And...I wish I could vent about it to this fun little blog, but...I feel like that would be counter productive to my life. So, instead, I'm going to pull a "High Fidelity" and do a top 5 angriest songs list:

5. Limp Bizkit - Break Stuff
4. Unwanted - Avril Lavigne (what?...don't judge me.)
3. Eminem - Kim
2. Godsmack - Awake
1. Bob Dylan - Masters of War (when in doubt: blame it on the man)

Yeah.....those will help. A LOT. That, and probably a very long singing session in the car tomorrow when I wake up.

GRRRR.

Hope this never happens to me.....

Last Friday, Courtney's job gave her a free copy of Knocked Up, and since then...we've watched it...I'm going to approximate...4 times?

I forgot how amazingly funny it actually was, and what made me love Seth Rogen...but really Paul Rudd (let's be honest)

But what's even better than the movie itself are the special features. Honestly, the title screen for the DVD plays a song called "Swing" by Savage, and plays an extended scene of the two of them drunkenly dancing at the club...I swear, we just put the title screen on for about 20 minutes and danced with them (hysterically laughing all the while). Not that this had any profound meaning of my life, or is necessarily blog worthy, but I had not laughed that hard in a REALLY long time. And I've also been bet that next time we go out, I have to do the entire dance sequence...Katherine Heigl style ("He's using the dice too much...it's really all he's got")

Also, check out the "line-o-rama" and the gag reel...because they are equally hilarious. My personal favorite is when the doctor screams at Seth Rogen with "Go to Korea!"

It's inappropriate, it's hilarious--what more could you need?

Definitely invest in a copy of this fantastic DVD! Favorite scene is below:



Now I'm off to a screening of Lars and the Real Girl -- hopefully it'll be equally as entertaining.

Only a bit sad

You know what's sad? ...when you've spent a month working on a song that describes your state of mind, and then you hear one that describes it so much better than you ever could.

My best friend recently burned a CD for me of a new broadway show in previews called, "I Love You Because" My favorite song in the entire show is called, "Alone" and it truly describes my state of mind for the past...I'd say 7 years (no...seriously).

Lyrics, go:

DIANE
Remember that night when I met you, when you both hung out here in the bar?
I said to my friend there I bet you, those two they won't make it very far!
He couldn't discuss any topic...he could've chosen: baseball, football, croquet.
So why'd he have to choose her?
What a lame, pathetic loser.
You don't need him anyway!

Alone you are better off--trust me it's true!
You don't need him there to always care about every little thing that you do.
Alone means that your life plans aren't always set in stone.
Trust me! --you're better off alone...right?

MARCIE
Yeah...Sure!

JEFF
Hey, you ready to go?

DIANE
This is my friend...uhh...Marcie. She's rediscovering single hood!

JEFF
WELCOME BACK! Maybe one night you were thinking, I'll stay in and give nichi a stab. Then again...I could just go out drinking until I puke in the back of a cab!

DIANE
People would say Marcie that's stupid..you are better than that!

JEFF
But hey! --now his opinion doesn't matter, go ahead and do the latter! You don't need him anyway! Alone you do want never what he wants instead--

MARCIE
Not up each night in a stupid fight--when the two of us should both be in bed.

JEFF and DIANE
Alone means you never swoon at the smell of his cologne...Cause that's just stupid...You're better off alone, right?

MARCIE
Yeah...stupid Old Spice!

DIANE
Alright? We're going to get going...good luck!

JEFF
Well, we work in a bar...We're pretty much therapists who ENCOURAGE you to drink!

MARCIE
One day I might land a meeting with a man who takes photos in France. I don't need someone begging and pleading, "Honey, stay and give our love a chance!" I'll go wherever I want to--I won't stay where I don't want to stay. I'll leave tomorrow or whenever, and I might just stay forever--I don't need him anyway!

Alone means I'll never be so blinded by romance. I can act on a whim, not have to check with him...like six or seven months in advance. Alone means I'm never hurt; this is what this night has shown. I think it's clear to see...I'm better off alone.

I need him anyway. More than any man I've ever known...Feeling hurt with him is better than feeling free alone.

God damned musicals. How true you are.

One day soon I will write an upbeat entry...I promise! --and have nothing to do with the male species WHAT SO EVER.

Must have blue eyes and love Star Wars

Let me start off this ever depressing rant with a little anecdote. The other night at an obscenely late hour where NO person should still be awake (except for maybe vampires), my best friend and I were gossiping about our lives (typical), and she told me that our friend [Nick] told her this:

"Did you ever notice how [Mary] is always awkward around me? ...I think it's because gay men are the only people that she can't seduce."

(the names of those parties involved have been changed to protect them...and me, cause...i was gossiping about them)

Then I had this marvelous epiphany about my own love life. My life is just like that -- but the opposite. I'm only awkward around those people that I could possibly seduce--that's why I always end up being in love with unavailable guys. Seriously, lets list it out: gay, 10 years too old for me (30 years, what what!), emotionally unavailable, still in love with their ex, living in a different country, spanish catholic/from an anti-semitic family...the list goes on.

My little sister has had this ridiculous list of requirements that her future has to have (she came up with it when she was about 6 years old). You know, like...he has to be older than me, taller than me, wealthy, want kids, blond hair, no curly hair, etc, etc. I always made fun of her for it, naturally, but now I'm starting to think that maybe if I had a list I could avoid the unavailable ones...Who knows?

So--I spent many a day thinking about my own personal requirements and kept digging myself a more and more ridiculous hole. After going to see The Jane Austen Book Club I realized that I only have to requirements:

1. Must have blue eyes
2. Must love Star Wars

And I'm going to ignore the fact that both of those requirements are present in my own father....maybe I should add a third requirement...Jewish? Have an accent? Oh well, I'll work on it. Anyway, here's my ideal man--too bad he's also unavailable (he's just a fictional character...sad times) Anyone out there in real life like this one? ...Bueller?

Pick Up Your Dancing Shoes!

Nothing to say, particularly, except that he's DREAMY. This album, "Call Me Irresponsible" is definitely his finest, and this happens to be my favorite song. I'd dance ANY day with Michael Buble. Enjoy!

Mad Props: A Tale of The Pickup Artist

Tonight I decided to give myself a night in. I've been spreading myself pretty thin--going out ever night, plus work and class all day long (who has a group project due the third week of classes?).

After seeing the delightful December Boys (which I'll probably talk about later, because...who doesn't want to watch D.Rad have sex on screen...ummm, I do! I do!) Anyway, I came home to curl up in front of some crappy VH1 celebreality and was sorely disappointed to find out that "The Pickup Artist" was on. Now, I love celebreality more than the average person (that MAY be an understatement), but "The Pickup Artist" is not my favorite. I'd only seen it once before tonight, and any show that's hosted by a guy named Mystery is just not alright with me.

Despite my hesitation, I decided to give it a go...they were down to the final three (also, what else is worth watching at midnight on a Thursday night...not much). I immediately developed an attachment to Joe D--a slightly awkward, slightly chubby, awkwardly bleached teddy bear...who just couldn't possibly ever get any game (according to Mystery's definition) cause he's just too nice. The other two, Kosmo and Brady I'd say are at equal medium sleaze levels.

And the goal of tonight's challenge couldn't possibly be any sleazier (or maybe it could..I might just have to watch the finale). Mission: pick up an exotic dancer at a strip club. ...Seriously. Like I had predicted, Joe D. couldn't handle throwing around "playful negs" as Mystery calls them (ex. a girl sits down next to Brady and he says, "Where are all the cute chicks tonight? ...I thought Tuesday was supposed to be a busy day here.") -- If you ask me, it didn't sound too playful, but Brady was the only one who ended up hooking up with an exotic dancer, so I guess it works...for that type of girl (yeah, he brought her out to the limo and the camera had to cut away...you go, Brady!) In fact, Mystery went as far as to say, "MAD PROPS! That's how you pick up an exotic dancer!" ...Obviously Mystery has had MUCH experience in that realm.

In the sad, sad conclusion Joe D. ended up going home. Sad, too--cause he was definitely my favorite. Although, because Mystery's goal is to turn the "Master Pickup Artist" into a master douchebag, I'm glad Joe D. got out when he did. Best of luck to you, Joe!

At the end of the night, I don't know how they did it, but I'm getting pretty excited to watch the finale on Monday. Damn it, celebreality--you've won again! Maybe I'll learn, and next time: I'll go out with my friends.

Censorship my a**!

Last night the telecast of the 39th annual Emmy's aired. Now, I'm a big TV person...in fact, I'm pretty sure I'm one of the only people in the nation who is proud of having watched almost every single one of the shows nominated. (it's a talent, what can I say?).

The show aired on FOX, so naturally I thought we were in for a wild/slightly unprofessional evening (I mean, if Ryan Seacrest is hosting...you know you're in for quite the night). Boy, was I right. The show started off with FOX shamelessly promoting one of its own shows with a musical number by Brian and Stewie Griffin (from Family Guy), along with a hysterical outburst from Jon Stewart and Steven Colbert calling Steve Carrell to accept the Emmy for a missing Ricky Gervais, a win for Al Gore in the "interactive category" (whatever that may be...the man now has an Oscar winning movie, and is responsible for a new category at the Emmys), and starring Jeremy Piven as the butt of every joke...but what annoyed me more than Ryan Seacrest running out in a Mariachi outfit was the constant censorship that accompanied this years awards show.

I understand that sometimes when an overexcited star wins an award, they may blurt out an explotive that may need to be bleeped (aka Katherine Heigl's "holy sh*t" accompanied by, "my mom told me that I didn't have a chance in hell at winning tonight), but what about an entire segment? Apparently the tribute to the Sopranos had to be completely cut to commercial, and only those who attended the Emmys this year truly know why. Is it so wrong as a loyal fan of The Sopranos that I wanted to hear what James Gandolfini and a completely overlooked Edie Falco had to say about their seven season run on HBO? ...I don't think so! Let me hear them, and let them be heard. And if Sally Fields wants to say "goddamned" on live television at 10 pm when her show is already almost soft core porn...don't you think she should be able to?

At least the show didn't censor these amazing moments of the evening:
1. Ryan Seacrest telling Hayden Penetierre that they sat Jeremy Piven on the opposite side of the auditorium because she just turned 18.
2. TR jumping out of his seat to hug and kiss his favorite hag, and new Emmy winner, Katherine Heigl.
3. Brad Garrett telling some scantily clad actress that she just made Charlie Sheen's "to do list"
4. Steven Colbert coming onstage with a leaf blower that was powered by "Al Gore's tears"
5. Terry O'Quinn's rightfully deserved win for best supporting actor in a drama series, and then thanking a teary eyed Michael Emerson, and then commenting on how he'd like to live on Wisteria Lane...and maybe get one of their checks (gotta love those losties)
6. A sing off between Kanye West and Rainn Wilson to "the songs of Kanye West"
7. A stellar duet between Christina Aguilera and Tony Bennett
8. James Spader saying he felt like he just robbed the mob after winning over James Gandolfini for best actor in a drama series.
9. Elaine Stritch being a DRUNKEN fool, and almost flashing the camera.
10. Tony Bennett winning 3 Emmys and looking suprised EVERY single time.

All in all, it was a fantastic evening...but, stop f***ing censoring everyone, FOX!

L'Shana Tova!

Happy New Year!

I'm off to temple in Calabasas for the day...Then going to see Ira&Abby tomorrow. Yay, Jews!

American Gladiators: The Next Generation

I was pretty excited last year when ESPN Classic decided to start showing old episodes of "American Gladiators", so you can only imagine my reaction when I heard that NBC is gearing up to air a retooled incarnation of the show that, as far as I'm concerned, redefined the word "awesome" (hint: I may have peed myself a little).

According to Variety, the new "Gladiators" will be more like the original U.K. version, "which focused even more on the characters and the behind-the-scenes stories of common folk going up against the show's powerful stars." This time around, "players will be given the opportunity to train for their match -- and viewers will be given a glimpse of their personalities prior to the [competition]."

Now, I spent a good part of my childhood ducking behind couches in my buddy's basement while he chucked tennis balls at me (in an attempt to recreate our favorite event, "Assault"), so I have a certain emotional investment in the success of this show. That being said, it seems to me that NBC has the right idea in trying to find a new angle because there is no way that you could recapture the early-90's greatness of "American Gladiators." In fact, I'm pretty sure that show was proof of a higher power because only God could have created such a perfect confluence of mullets, nerf and disturbingly muscular women (except for Lace, who managed to be both a warrior and a lady).

No matter how good or bad the show is, though, there will always be a place on my TiVo for people beating the crap out of each other, and a place in my heart for "American Gladiators," so I'll be watching. Hell, I might even audition. Better break out the spandex...

Source: http://www.variety.com/article/VR1117970702.html?categoryid=14&cs=1

As a bonus, here's a video of one of my favorite gladiators, Malibu, talking about the restorative powers of the sun. Enjoy!

So many exciting things, so little time!

Yes, I've been completely MIA for the past week -- but that is because so many exciting things are happening in the life of Charlotte Lewis.

First, recruitment is finally over. We have an amazing class of new girls who I absolutely love (...and have already started partying with!). But, they're definitely keeping my hands full--not that I mind!

Second, class and work may be legitimately taking over my life...BUT, it led me to meet one of my idols: Josh Schwartz. Yes, at my television symposium none other than Josh Schwartz was the guest lecturer to promote his new shows Gossip Girl and Chuck. Both of which I'm definitely going to watch. Now, Gossip Girl may be so bad that it's good (take Dawson's Creek, One Tree Hill, and the OC and add a little more cheesy soap opera to it...and then you get Gossip Girl), but with Kristen Bell as the narrator and the lovely Penn Badgley starring...you know I'm going to never miss an episode. Also, Chuck was truly entertaining. Take a show like The Office and put it into an ALIAS type spy drama and you get Chuck. Chuck may seem like an ordinary nerd...working at a Best Buy on their technical team...until one day his old college roommate (who happens to be a CIA agent) sends Chuck an email filled with government secrets that imprint themselves onto Chuck's mind...making him invaluable to both the NSA and CIA. Ridiculous, right? Ridiculously AMAZING--that's what I have to say.

Also, Josh Schwartz completely fulfilled my expectations. If his girlfriend weren't so amazingly beautiful I would have stepped in that evening to try and steal him away (damn him, he has his own Summer). But just to give you a feel for the guy's sense of humor, to the question "How do you feel about shows like Laguna Beach, The Hills, and The Real OC ripping off your show?" he replied, "I KNOW, RIGHT? ...where's my check?" I spent a good portion of the lecture in hysterical laughter and with my friends turning to me saying, "OMG, he's your ideal man." ...Also, he's taller than me (SCORE!)

Now, my sorority little sis and grandlittle sis both work for Trojan Vision...a USC owned tv station that actually gets some airplay, and they have their own show. They informed me that they're going to bring Josh Schwartz onto their show, and have me come as well! SCORE!!!...maybe my seduction can finally begin (bring a little Anna into this competition). And, they want me to be a guest blogger for their show's blog and then maybe have me on the show to promote "Scale of Death" -- so how cool is that?

Blogging + Josh Schwartz ... it could be my lucky break!

Well, with that said..this means that I'm going to actually have to blog every day (GASP! -- I know you're excited).

There is more in my life...but perhaps I'll save that for later in the week. Wish me luck in making time for...well...a life.

My reputation precedes me!

So tonight I was informed that during Greek Week this year, one day will be a "World Series of Pop Culture" with each of the houses pairing up and competing.... and I was chosen to be my house's representative!

WOOHOO!

A dream come true. This will be my training for next year's World Series of Pop Culture, which my friends and I are planning on putting a team together for.

This shall be my greatest triumph. I just like that no one asked me; I was told that I was to be the house's representative because ... well, I just KNOW. In fact, yesterday (as a morale booster), we put out paper bags for people to write "I appreciate you.." statements into. I received one that said, "I love how your obsession with television and movies makes me care which celebrity baby is the cutest." Haha, what a compliment.

Hopefully my knowledge will serve me well in a few weeks!

"C" is for...

Tonight I watched a most disturbing movie called London. Now, I'm not really sure why I watched it...because I'm still depressed and I watched it about 2 hours ago. But anyway, the jyst of the story is that Chris Evans found out that Jessica Biel (his girlfriend) was cheating on him on their two year anniversary...therefore, they break up. The movie takes place 6 months past their break-up, and the poor guy is still pining away for her, even though she's clearly moved on..and is in fact moving out of the country (without telling him, no less). ...Whatever, Jessica Biel is a slut no matter what. Anyway, the movie takes place at her going away party where Chris Evans and his drug dealer have a coke party in the bathroom because he's too much of a coward to face talking to her (apparently he let things slide for two months and is scared shitless to talk her).

This scene happens to be one of my favorites. Not that this is a quality movie, by any means, but simply because it's so amazingly ridiculous. I can never get back that hour and a half of my life, but at least I feel better about my own (minus the horrible depressed feeling that followed the end of the film where she leaves to go live with her new boyfriend):



Why, god, why did I watch this movie? I don't know...I'm blaming it on Neosha. But anything where the "c" word is used at every possible moment (a word so offensive that it took me until this year to even be able to say it), is something that is going to leave an impression...that's for sure.

So, Chris Evans: get over it, Jessica Biel: you're a slut, and Jason Stathaim: you're one crazy guy. All in all...I believe it was an evening well spent (or it will at least be well remembered).

Please, Don't Mess This Up!

After 4 years of painfully waiting through a quickie Vegas wedding,a disastrously tacky marriage to a backup dancer, two children, an affair with the manny, divorce, partying with Paris Hilton, a mental breakdown, and then rehab -- it looks as if Britney may FINALLY be getting her shit back together.

No, seriously!

Her song, "Gimme More," has been getting rave reviews. After debuting on the radio on Thursday afternoon, by Friday morning it was the most circulated song on the radio and #80 on the pop charts. ...and I may have a copy of it on my itunes, and I haven't stopped shaking my ass to it all damn week! --it's addicting.

Not only this, but my girl Brit has actually been showing up to her scheduled venues to promote the record! Last night she made an appearance at LAX and she's scheduled to make a "suprise" appearance at the VMAs this Sunday--which is apparently why she's being galavanting all over town with creepy magician, Criss Angel (here's to hoping this performance is as good as her 2000 "Satisfaction/Oops...I Did It Again" striptease!). And fun fact about Criss Angel: he got his start doing magic tricks for me and my sister in our backyard when we were about 7 and 10 years old respectively (why couldn't my dad have managed him when he was going to become famous?)

Anyway, Britney, if you're out there and happen to stumble upon the scale of death...please, know that I'm here WATCHING YOU! And I've been waiting too long for you to disappoint me again. This is the final chance; if you blow it, I'm gone. I think I may be your only fan at this point in time, but I have faith in you!

Now that I've said this, she'll probably end up back in rehab or married to another loser next week, but here's to hoping. Cheers.

Things I shouldn't be thinking about yet

One of my best friends is getting married in less than a year. In fact, she received her proposal over this past summer, and she's just a junior. Anyway, tonight, I was looking at dresses on JCrew.com and found the most amazing brides maid dress...naturally, I called her into the room and asked her if she had begun looking yet, which she hadn't--I may have picked it out for her inadvertently, oh dear.

So, one thing led to another, and now here I am thinking about the songs that I want played at my wedding. Top 10 love songs of all time...GO:

1. Have a Little Faith In Me - John Hiatt
2. Amazed - Paul McCartney
3. Wonderful Tonight - Eric Clapton
4. She's Got A Way - Billy Joel
5. More Than Words - Extreme
6. At Last - Etta James
7. The Way You Look Tonight - Frank Sinatra
8. L-O-V-E or Everything - Michael Buble (I couldn't decide; I love him too much)
9. Night and Day - Cole Porter
10. Your Song - Elton John

Cheers to being engaged and underage, and hopefully she uses my wedding playlist...which I believe to be pretty damn effective. I'm crying just thinking about how much these songs make me wish I were in love. ...Oh, well.

Score 1 for Dr. Quinn!

It was just released tonight that none other than Jane Seymore will be a contestant on ABC's popular show Dancing With The Stars this fall.

Can I just first say: the woman is 56 and is still smoking hot. I bet even Joe Lando (yes, the man who played Sully) would still do her. I think I may even watch the show this season.

I have nothing else to say except--good luck, Jane--I'll be voting for you!

(also in the lineup was Mel B., Mark Cuban, Jennie Garth, Marie Osmond, and Wayne Newton)

I Like It Hot

This semester, I'm finally taking my first film class at USC (I'm currently applying to be a cinema-television minor, wish me luck)...and let me tell you, I was really excited. My first day in discussion we went around the table and were asked, "If your life were a movie, what genre of film would it be and who would star as you?" -- Now, I know exactly what genre my life would be (I talk about it constantly), but I had never put any thought into who would star as me! - shocking, right? Anyway...I kind of crumble under pressure so I answered Reese Witherspoon would play me in a musical. Yes, my life would be a musical...but Reese? Such a cop out answer.

So, today...my first day of lecture, we watched the amazing "Some Like It Hot." Now, I'd like to pride myself for being quite the movie aficionado, but I'll admit this was the first time that I'd ever seen the movie. In fact, the more into the film we got, I realized that I've spent very little time watching anything starring Marilyn Monroe. And I still can't quite figure out why.

If my life were to be a movie, I can honestly say that I'd like Marilyn Monroe to play the lead. Not only does the woman exude sex, but she stays classy, poised, and charismatic the entire way through. Now, I'm not comparing myself physically to Marilyn in anyway (although after I buy myself a new nose and rack, I will be infinitely closer), but disposition wise...I really admire her. I feel that I share a lot of her stage presence and leadership abilities (minus the troubled family life, foster parents, married not once, not twice, but THREE times, and the tragic suicide story).

Ok, so maybe we don't have that much in common...but really...get a load of her:



So, watch out cause I'm about one step away from bleaching my hair and chopping it off ;) But, I just can't help it...move over Reese, I think I found a new idol.