Well, I hate my hair again. For the past few weeks, I have been yanking and tugging and begging it to look presentable, but all I'm getting is a weirdly shaped helmet-head with fins on the sides. Not pretty. So I think I'm gonna cut it. Which is interesting, since I thought what I wanted was for it to hurry up and grow out of this weird in-between stage it's in, but that takes time, and one thing I am not is patient, so instead of waiting for it to grow out and look normal again, why not just cut into submission? I say, good idea!
At my friend's graduation ceremony, this woman sitting in front of us had an awesome Rihanna-esque hair cut, so Rihanna has become my inspiration for this next drastic hair change. What do you think?
I think the pixie cut (2nd and next to last picture) is the "safest", and probably the easiest to make look okay every day, but I'm REALLY loving the "long only on top" look, just not sure if I can actually pull that off. I mean, Rihanna has a skinny head. I do not. :o) So what do you guys think? What should I try? Also, how pretty is Rihanna!? OMG.
Comments appreciated!
Any of you who don't watch The Real Housewives of NYC on Bravo, and more specifically, have not seen the most recent episode (from May 20, 2010) will probably not be at all interested in this post, so feel free to ignore it. You won't hurt my feelings :o)
However, for those of you who did see last night's train wreck--let's dish.
This episode bothered me sooooooo much. It pretty immediately made me uncomfortable, as it picked up right where Kelly's craziness had left off the week before, with several of the housewives vacationing in USVI and gradually becoming more and more aware that something's seriously wrong with Kelly. And throughout yesterday's entire episode, she continued to be completely incoherent, had drastic mood swings, was paranoid, aggressive, deluded, engaging in what I can only describe as word salad, and overall behaving like she has some sort of severe mental disorder. Very disturbing, am I right?
I really think Kelly's reaction in this picture says it all:
Kelly has always been a completely wacky and ridiculous character on the show, I think most notably when she took her afternoon jog on the streets of Manhattan in the midst of rush hour traffic, and when , when told she looked pretty at an event, she replied "I'm always pretty." Okay, wacky, but still kind of funny, because you're not laughing at a crazy person. But I think after yesterday's episode, it is crystal clear, at least to this advanced doctoral student in clinical psychology (and I mention that not to toot my own horn, but just to emphasize that I do know from crazy), that it is no longer funny, because people who have going on whatever Kelly has going on are some kinda sick. There's no two-ways about it, in my opinion.
Over at Nymag.com, Chris Rovzar (a fellow Yalie) and Jessica Pressler recap the Housewives episodes every week, and if you haven't watched the episode but made it this far in this post, I recommend reading their recap--it gives a good flavor of what's going on, but you really have to see it to believe it!! (Interestingly, in the comments over there, several people are wondering if Kelly's in withdrawal from prescription meds, or is a meth or cocaine addict, and though I haven't seen first hand what meth and coke do to a person, I would not be surprised. However, I really don't think drugs are involved. I don't think she's on drugs, I think she's mentally ill).
As I write this, I'm realizing I might be coming across kind of harsh, and that's really not my intention, at least not toward Kelly. I am feeling a bit judgmental toward Bravo, though, for possibly using this woman's craziness for good TV. I mean, watching grossly rich women bicker and gossip and behave like fools is one thing, but watching someone having some kind of psychotic break just should not be considered good TV. And it wasn't. It was scary TV. And speaking of scary, Bethenny wrote about the episode on her Bravo blog, and says that the craziness that went down was even more disturbing than what the cameras showed! Ack!!
Also, NYMag.com interviewed Kelly to get her side of the story and, not at all surprisingly, she didn't make any sense, really. Read Kelly's pretty nonsensical "rationale" here.
Finally, this clip demonstrates perfectly how bizarre and unattached from reality Kelly is. In it, Kelly has just discovered the personalized gift bag that Bethenny has left for her and each other woman on the trip, and Kelly's response is to get freaked out and start crying. It is one of the strangest reactions I've ever seen. Seriously, somebody needs to do a Rorschach on her, stat.
Long ago, back when I had my other blog, I was a big fan of Overheard in NYC, an occasionally hilarious website that is only a collection of funny things that people hear and overhear as they go about their daily lives in the city. I'm sure that some of my interest in this website is that I'm jealous of all the people who actually live their daily lives in Manhattan, and therefore want to live vicariously through them, but also, some of the stuff is pretty damn funny. Take for example, this gem:
Suit on cell: What do you mean I'm being ridiculous? He's a foot doctor... He's not licensed to give rectal exams, Floyd!
--Q Train
Overheard by: EKavet
I mean, come on! Priceless. Another good one:
Man on cell: Elvis made ten million dollars last year and he's dead. There's no reason I can't make a thousand.
--Park Slope
Way to think positively, likely Brooklyn hipster!
There are many, many more where that came from, so if you're trying desperately to avoid doing anything productive (how do you think I stumbled upon it again? :o) click on through (overheardinnewyork.com) and have a laugh.
Alright everyone. Excuse me while I geek the hell out for a moment.
Those of you who see me often/are my facebook friends know that hubby and I recently watched all 7 seasons of "Buffy the Vampire Slayer" over the course of about a year, churning through seasons 5-7 in maybe two months, but probably less time, because we were obsessed with it. So, I figure I have to give Buffy some love, since I adored the show and am still mourning the fact that we've now seen every episode.
For those of you who are thinking, "What the hell? That show sounds super dumb!" I completely understand where you're coming from, because I thought the same thing, back when it was on in the late 90s-early 2000s, and what I still thought when one of our good friends (shout out to Shawn!) suggested that we watch it, courtesy of his DVD sets. I was....reluctant. Especially since the first season is pretty bad. But we hung in there, and by season 2, I was completely enamored by every character, was loving the ones I started out hating (Cordelia) and hating the ones I would later have a huge crush on (i.e. Spike. *swoon*) And by the end of the show, I was/am a HUGE fan and want to know everything there is to know about this show, and want to tell everyone to watch it, because it is AMAZING.
It makes sense that I would love Buffy, because it was created by Joss Whedon, who is one of my favorite people on the planet, both because he is the creator of Buffy, Firefly, Dollhouse, and Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog (if you haven't watched Dr. Horrible yet, stop reading this and follow that link and watch it right now!), and because he is just awesome. So it stands to reason that I would love the creation that started it all, and is full of the kind of humor and drama and sarcasm and wit that, in my opinion, makes for damn fine entertainment.
Now that we've finished the series proper, Shawn swears that we have to watch all 5 seasons of Angel now, to get the full experience, but I think that also means that I can't continue the Buffy story (which is now continued in comic book form over at Dark Horse Comics) until we do that, which is pretty annoying, since, so far, I find Angel to be loud and not as good, and kind of stressful. So, to tide me over until I can get my hands on the comics (wow, I never thought I would say anything close to that sentence ever in my life!) I found this book on Amazon.com, which I am now fanatically enjoying on my Kindle. (I'll just let you click through to see how obsessed I really am. Why spoil the surprise? :p)
Below is one of my favorite episodes, from Season 3, called "Doppelgangland".
Everyday at the Kindle Store, Amazon gives recommendations of books I might like, and also, shows me the top selling books for the day. Yesterday, this was the top-selling book in Romance and Genre Fiction:
oops! I can't believe it's been almost a month since I've posted! My bad. This week I'm back at my parents house, visiting with my mom who's recovering from back surgery, which mostly consists of sitting around with her and watching movies (and becoming obsessed with Ancestry.com, which I'll most likely post about later), so I have no excuse not to do an update!
The biggest news is that internship hell is over, and has ended wonderfully for me, as, after much wringing of hands and gnashing of teeth, I got my first choice (yipeeeeee!) and will be working at an awesome site in Manhattan starting in September. Woot! I am thrilled. And not just because getting that placement meant that I could....
...buy my Kindle!!! That's right, I am now a proud, completely infatuated owner of a Kindle 2 and she is glorious. And very pretty. See?
I'll save my excessive gushing about the Kindle for a later post...
So, the timing of my trip home was both good and bad, as two days before I left, our basement flooded, knocking out both our furnace and our water heater for several days, which was, in a word, miserable. So, it was good that I got to escape our freezing cold house and the need to go to a friend's house to shower, but bad in that I had to leave hubby to deal with cleaning up the mess on his own. :( I felt bad about that. But he took care of it like a champ, and now everything's dry and working again. *whew* We thought we would have to buy a new water heater, and had already started researching tankless water heaters (which you mount on the wall and are therefore impervious to flooding, for the most part), but luckily we don't have to deal with that. Awesome.
Now, if you will allow me to be dorky for a moment, I'm also really happy because the afore-mentioned friend who lent me her shower alsogave me her old iPod! A 30GB video iPod to be exact! I know! Sooooooo awesome. And not because otherwise I would probably never ever ever own an iPod, but because (**warning: supreme geekery ahead!**) now I can listen to/watch my favorite podcast, 'The Lost Podcast with Jay and Jack' complete with easter egg photos! (For the non-initiated, "easter eggs" are little details and clues that show up in each episode of Lost that you can usually only catch if you have a DVR and are obsessive.)
That's it. That's why I'm so excited about this iPod. I know....I can feel you shaking your head :o)
For at least the past week, I've been hearing a song on Z100 that immediately makes me want to dance and wiggle around and generally make a fool of myself. I had no clue what it was called or who sang it, but was inherently drawn to it and completely loved it. Like a moth to a flame, if you will.
Today, I finally decided to do a little research, and now completely understand why I immediately loved this song. See if you can guess :o)
*sigh* It's as if my subconscious perked up and was screaming "It's Justin! You love him!" before I had any clue what was going on. I am powerless to his charms. :o)
Allow me to introduce you to one of the most fantastic websites I have ever discovered, myshape.com. This website is great to me because it allows me to avoid one of my least favorite things: spending hours in the fitting room under unflattering lights, and faced with too many mirrors, constantly guessing at sizes and having to get undressed and re-dressed countless times as you try to figure out what size you are that day, and in that store. As we all know, each designer cuts their sizes differently, so an 8 at one place is a 6 at another, and a 10 at another. Ugh. It. Is. The. Worst.
Enter myshape.com. Enter your measurements, all of them, and honestly (which is a bit painful, I'll admit), and myshape.com will make the sizing decisions for you. If you don't have a tape measure, they'll send you one for free, and they have handy little videos on the site that tell you exactly how to take the measurements, and constantly reminds you not to cheat about while you measure your waist and hips and thigh circumference (sigh) b/c if you cheat, the clothes won't fit! But, once you get through that first painful process, and then tell myshape your fit and style preferences, the pay off is huge, because you then have a personal shop full of clothes that you like, that flatter your shape, and will fit like a glove. Heavenly! Plus, free shipping.
The first dress I bought from myshape.com was a funky strapless dress that I have gotten more compliments on than any other item of clothing I have ever owned. Seriously. And I never would have bought it if myshape hadn't suggested it, and I got it for like $40 because of the awesome sales that myshape has every few months. And it fit me amazingly. I've never had a strapless dress that I didn't have to yank up every five minutes, until this one. And from that point on, I was in love. (Of course, I no longer fit into that dress, and have had to update my measurements, emphasis on up, this year, but....let's move on. :o)
So, let's talk about the sales. I think that at least once/month I get an email from "Sarah at myshape" giving me 40% off of all sale and clearance items. This is the only time I usually buy, because a lot of the clothes on myshape are a little pricey, from higher-end designers, which I love, but can't justify buying just yet. But I can when they're on sale! Here's some stuff I'm close to clicking "buy" on:
Some nice classic pieces, as I try to start building a more adult wardrobe. (Sorry the pictures are so small, it's all they have on the website!) With the sale and an extra 40% off, I'll get each of these items for about $23, and there's Calvin Klein, Michael Kors, and Kenneth Cole in there! Yaaaaaaaaaaaay sale prices!!!
Last, but not least, one of the best things about myshape is "SIZELESS dressing." This means that I say I want the item, and they send me the size that is best for me. No stressing about the numbers, no sadness when those numbers have increased! Awesome.
so, this is what my pink highlights should have looked like all along:
Not this:
I know, right?! Sooooo much better.
Last weekend, two days after getting my highlights done, which admittedly were pretty light and tame to begin with, I went on a spa weekend with hubby, which was wonderful and deserves it's own post, but also resulted in me washing my hair many times over the span of two days. When I got back from the spa, relaxed and exfoliated, my highlights were no longer anywhere close to pink. They were orange-y, coppery, brassy, and not the slightest bit cute. Not cool. So I called Diane, and she fixed it for me, and didn't even charge me again for having to re-do it, even though it was at least partially my fault! I do think that she didn't really believe me about how bold I wanted the color the first time, and this time she added a lot more red to the mix, and this time it's exactly as loud as I want it to be. :) Aren't I such a rebel? (I know...not really.) Also, when I showed it to hubby, his response was only this: "Oh, it's...kinda purple. Oh, and a little pink, too, I guess." That's it. Whatever, I think it's awesome.
Now I just need to find some emo kids who need a lead singer.
For some inexplicable reason, I can't sleep/have not been moved to turn off the computer and go to bed. This doesn't make any sense, since today has been long and physically tiring, what with the snow shoveling and the meetings and the therapy-ing. My back has been in excrutiating pain since about 9:20 this morning, when I did something really bad to it while trying to help hubby un-stick his car from the snow/the middle of the street, where it had become...stuck. :( And yet, for the past hour I have been alternately playing Bejeweled Blitz (badly) and drooling over the Amazon Kindle 2, which I have coveted since it came out last year. So, now I blog about it.
My obsession with the Kindle makes sense, I think, as I have always been "a reader". I have many, many memories of trailing behind my mother as she would go about various errands after picking me up from school, all the while holding a book in front of face while I walked, somehow managing to keep my eye on her and not run into things while devouring whatever book I was into at the time. I would read at the dinner table, holding the open book in one hand, be it hardcover or paperback (no easy feat, actually), while I ate. (For some reason my parents allowed this, though I think it was actually very rude of me, but...thanks parents, for letting me read!). I would usually be in the middle of 3 or 4 books at once, and always knew what page I was on in each one, without any bookmarks. I just kept the page numbers in my head. All of them. I'd have various books scattered throughout the house so that I could pick something up to read in every room...I still do that, now that I think about it.
Anyway, as I've gotten older, I've had to let go of my tendency to walk-and-read :o), and as I've muddled through college and grad school have often been so bogged down in academic reading that pleasure reading didn't seem so pleasurable anymore, which always made me sad. But now that my course work is over, I've been getting into reading for myself again, and I'm again in the middle of at least...5 different books, if you count the many audiobooks I'm also listening to right now. And it feels so good.
And so, all of this, and my return to my former, constantly-wanting-to-be-reading-a-book roots, makes me actually kind of excited about the fact that I will most likely spend many hours a week for the next year on a train, traveling to and from my internship (hopefully!). Rather than be annoyed about all that wasted time, I've only really been able to think of those hours of commuting as a wonderful gift of time to read. How awesome! How dorky! But, I don't, of course, want to have to lug heavy books around with me everyday (especially since now I'm more interested in reading newly released, hardcover fiction), and so... the Kindle is calling my name.
Have you seen the Kindle? It's sexy. See?
So pretty! And small. And this little beauty can hold up to 1500 books. 1500! Ridiculous and wonderful.
It also, of course, is crazy expensive, which is why I am at this point only drooling and not buying, but I have picked out all of my accessories for the Kindle that I will someday have. Would you like to see? No? Too bad! :p
First up is the all important case. My obsessive reading of all the customer reviews tells me that the Kindle is kind of slippery, not to mention very valuable and something that you maybe don't want to slide out of your hands or get dinged up in your bag. And of course, any case of mine must be some shade of pink, so here's what I'm liking:
And then of course I have to get some sort of girly decal for my Kindle, in a coordinating shade, like one of these:
Or maybe I should get a silicone sleeve, like everyone has on their phones? Like this:
What do you think? Is that enough pink? Mmmm, I don't think so. I need some lighting, since the Kindle is not backlit, and I do like to read in bed (and those trains can be, um, dark?):
Ta-da! And that, my friends, is what I just spent waaaaaaaaaaaaay too much time, in the middle of the night, doing. Researching my Kindle accessories. For the Kindle that I do not own.
After many years of being a wuss, 4 months of internship hell, and two weeks of having to "wait for my hair to recover", it's finally happened! I have pink highlights! And it feels so good. Amazingly, I think it could be a little brighter, but I think Diane (my stylist soul mate) didn't quite believe me/didn't think I really understood how bright it could've been/how ridiculous I may have looked if she had completely listened to me, so she made it a little more subdued than I probably would have voted for. But! I did tell her what my ideas were and that she then could make the decisions that she thought would look best on me, so that's what she did, and I do love it.
She also gave me a little "peek-a-boo" of color behind my ear. Super cute:
I left the salon armed with several new hair care products, a "color lock" spray and something that will, in theory, allow me to get away with "wash and wear" (something that I have never gotten away with, btw) while I'm luxuriating in the many pools, saunas, and jacuzzis of my impending spa weekend (a post on that later!), so we'll see how that goes...But anyway, I love my hair!!
I completely missed the Grammys last night. I knew that they were on, but the idea of watching them seemed tedious to me, so I passed. From the headlines I've read, it seems that Lady Gaga/Elton John and Pink gave good performances, and that Beyonce's performance was weird. Meh...whatever.
I do, however, need to share some of the pictures that I came upon as I looked at the red carpet arrival shots (which actually interest me more than the actual Grammys).
Reasons why this picture bothers me:
Whose face is that? It doesn't look like Lady Gaga, does it?? It looks like...Cher dressed up as Lady Gaga. And/or, a drag queen dressed up like Lady Gaga. Which I guess is nothing new.
Look at the shoes:
Are these not the most absurd things you've ever seen?? They just seem unsafe. And clearly uncomfortable. Which really seem to be the only two things Gaga's ever going for with her looks (see: the outfit she wore after her performance. Ouch). As a woman who has recently embraced the low heel/flat shoe, I really just cannot get over these.
3. Giorgio Armani designed the dress. This Giorgio Armani.
Another picture that completely frightens me is this one of Nicole Kidman:
Look how big her head is!!!!!Look how skinny her body is!!!!!! I've often heard Kathy Griffin (my favorite comedienne) talk about how Nicole Kidman is really just a hangar with a head, and I always thought she was being a little harsh, but now I get it! There is something very unnatural about her, at least in this picture. I cannot stop staring at it and being freaked out.
And this is just sad. What happened to her? Or, perhaps more to the point, what happened to her stylists? Nothing about this outfit makes one lick of sense. Poor Britney. At least she looks happy.
Photo credits: John Shearer/WireImages.com (Lady Gaga); Lester Cohen/WireImages.com (Kidman); Christopher Polk/Getty Images (Spears)
As I was doing some of my best procrastination to date this morning, I discovered Amazon.com's MP3 widget, which you can now find at the top of my sidebar, dear reader :o). The widget lets me add songs that I like, and then you can click and enjoy, and/or judge and look unfavorably upon my song choices. The choice is yours!
I'll try my best to keep it up-to-date with songs that I'm currently enjoying/obsessed with (see: Bad Romance, by Lady Gaga), but I also would very much appreciate song recommendations in the comments! I tend to be really slow on the uptake with new music, and, if I had my druthers (did I just say "druthers"? Yes, yes I did.), would just listen to N'Sync CDs until I'm old and gray. So, as you can see, I need your help :)
My first selections are a bit all over the place, but they're the songs that popped into my head that I wanted to hear and share, so...Enjoy!
My part in the whole ridiculously hellish internship process is pretty much over. I've done all my interviews, I've submitted my rankings. And I guess you could say I've been "recovering" from the 4-month+ process this past week, but I think it would be more accurate to say that I have been not so much recovering as I've been letting all of the repressed stress, anxiety, frustration, exhaustion and anger that comes with being forced by the psychology "man" to beg and plead and jump through flaming hoops in an attempt to be "awarded" the opportunity to be paid a pittance for doing a year of very hard, emotionally grueling work finally come out of me. And by "letting" I don't mean allowing so much as I mean that, by no choice of my own, I turned into a completely irrational, irritable, bat-shit crazy lunatic this week, and have barely been able to hide that fact from those unfortunate souls who've had to interact with me.
Yeah...
It hasn't been pretty.
How to describe...well, we could start with how I've been wanting to sleep for 10 hours every day, and then am still tired and cranky by the time I get home after a day of various meetings/errands/clients. And how I've had a maximum of about 5 seconds of patience for anything that doesn't just go the way I think it should go, right now. This lack of patience extends to all things: the gas station attendant, all traffic lights, the weather, pretty much any person, place, or thing that I've been in contact with. I've been clutzy, too. On the same day, I both banged my head getting out of my car, and managed to lean over the stair railing while vacuuming the stairs and hit my head on the corner of the ceiling. Now, that takes skill, people. I also managed to poke myself in the eye while fumbling around at a meeting that I was supposed to be in charge of, though I could barely wrap my mind around what the hell I was supposed to telling those poor, unsuspecting undergrads to be doing. And I've been late for absolutely everything, everything, all freakin' week. *sigh*
And then there is the pain that my poor husband and dog have had to endure, as I have been moved to yell and complain about something every day this week. The puppy has taken to burying his face in some dark crevice as I begin my freak-out, and the hubby has for the most part just been waiting for my insanity to pass. As am I. It's really no fun to be constantly annoyed with everything. Not enjoyable at all.
I'm strongly considering a solo vacation, something I have never, ever understood the appeal of before, but I'm starting to get it now. I think for the sake of us all I should remove myself for a few days and do some unwinding as soon as possible. Some friends have recommended an awesome spa getaway that I will start researching as soon as I hit publish.
So, I've decided I'm going for the pink (!!!) If I don't do it know, then when the hell will I?? And I know that if I leave the salon on Thursday with red, I'll be annoyed that I didn't have the guts to do what I've been wanting to do for years, so--I'm doing it.
But, with that said, I'm still confused about how I should do it, and what kind of pink I should go for. Bright? Dark? Soft and light? Who knows!? Should I just do a few touches of pink on the ends, should I do one bold streak at the front? Should I have highlights everywhere? Gah! Here are some more pictures--opinions again, please!!
This first one is a dark pink that I think I like: Here's the subtle pink again, because this is still a strong contender: These are shots from an episode of Conan from last week that I was watching on Hulu this morning. I like her streak of color in the front! (please excuse Triumph, the Insult Comic Dog!) This is a crazy bright pink that I think I'd only do if I did the tips only, but I like it: This is Joss Stone with a more all-over pink thing going on. Too much, perhaps?? And finally, here's a very soft, bright pink that I like, but think would probably be too emo for me to pull off. Okay! Cast your votes! What color, what kind of highlights (tips only, all over, bold streak at the front?) Thanks guys!!
I'm nearing the end of my 2nd grueling week of interviews (I drove to the Philly/Camden area twice this week, and have another interview tomorrow in Manhattan) and am feeling very, very brain-dead. So, when I got home today, after doing one thing on my to-do list (small victories!), I continued my most recent "I'm not doing anything else today!", zen-state activity: scouring Google images for hair pictures. And now, I am very confused, and need some other opinions.
My color appointment is scheduled for next Thursday, at which time I will have no more interviews and will finally stop letting my career choice restrict me from expressing myself a little more than I tend to/ever feel it's okay for me to. Yay! Down with the man! Or...whatever.
The point is, I'm getting either red or pink highlights, and am trying to figure out which I'd like to go for. So, what do you think?
I could go for your basic, bold red, with highlights everywhere, like this (note: I'm not cutting it that short, this is just for the color):
I also like the style of these highlights, wide and kind of chunky, though I'd get them in red, not blonde:
Or, I could do something like this. More subtle. (btw, I am aware of the absurdity of this picture!): So, those are my options for red. And until today, I had decided that I just couldn't pull of pink. I'm too old, it's too...emo. But then, I found this picture, of someone who was apparently on American Idol at some point:
OMG! Adorable, right!? So now I'm thinking that maybe I want some pink, like that. And with my natural color as the base, obvs. I'm loving it! Just some hints, fun, but not crazy looking, AND, it can still look totally classy. Observe:
So cute! So this is what I'm leaning toward, which I think is a good combo of the craziness that's clearly trying to get out of me and the responsible side of me that knows I can't see my clients looking like I just left my punk band waiting for me to come back to rehearsal.
So, what do you think? I can haz emo hair? Please cast your vote for how my transformation should commence in the comments!
. I was....reluctant. Especially since the first season is pretty bad. But we hung in there, and by season 2, I was completely enamored by every character, was loving the ones I started out hating (Cordelia) and hating the ones I would later have a huge crush on (i.e. Spike. *swoon*) And by the end of the show, I was/am a HUGE fan and want to know everything there is to know about this show, and want to tell everyone to watch it, because it is AMAZING.
, which I am now fanatically enjoying on my Kindle. (I'll just let you click through to see how obsessed I really am. Why spoil the surprise? :p)
, which I have coveted since it came out last year. So, now I blog about it.
, by Lady Gaga)
