It's Hard Out There for a Book Sales Girl.

So I’m going to make this short today, because I have to clean out the microwave (it looks like we microwaved a turtle wrapped in aluminum foil in there.)  All I can say is: “It’s hard out there for a pimp.”  I can’t get that freaking song out of my head since watching the Oscars last night.  I am not overly fond of this song.  It’s obnoxious.  I had never heard any of the songs nominated for best original song, but I really liked “In the Deep” from Crash.  It was beautiful.  So I was a little disappointed that it didn’t win, but it wasn’t like I was terribly attached to it.  It wasn’t sung by a hobbit or Hugh Laurie, so I didn’t really care.

I have to confess something that I’m not incredibly proud of.  I checked out the first half of season 1 of The OC from the library and I watched it.  And I liked it.  There.  I said it.  Everyone can laugh now.  In my defense, it’s got great music.  And some of the writing is really clever.  And Adam Brody is very cute and sweet as geeky Seth.  So there.  Let the ridicule begin.

I went to see Daniel in West Side Story yesterday and he was awesome, of course.  West Side Story was the College of the Ozarks musical this year.  My roommate was the musical director and my dear friend Daniel was Tony (uh, yeah, the lead) so I had to go see it.  I was so proud of them, especially Daniel, because that is not an incredibly easy role to play.  The songs he had to sing were really hard, and he did them so well.  The worst thing about the show was that there was a girl sitting next to me all through the first act, talking the entire time.  I felt like turning to her and saying, “Listen.  He’s my best friend.  Can you at least shut up while he’s up there?  Any other time, you can talk.  Thanks.”  I didn’t.  I think she was an aggie.  She probably could have kicked my butt.  Also, to congratulate Daniel I gave him a card with a nun playing poker on it.  He likes poker and nuns are always funny, I don’t care who you are.

Anyway.  I fell asleep before the end of the Oscars last night, so I’m going to go watch the rest of it (even though I know Crash won best picture, I just want to see what Jon Stewart had to say the rest of the night) and yes, I’m going to clean out the ever-loving microwave.  Oh, oh!  I bought the Rent DVD this weekend.  Joy of joys.  I already watched all the special features and the commentary with Chris Columbus, Anthony, and Adam.  (it was hi-larious, as they would say on Firefly.)  Finally, remember to be nice to your friendly neighborhood pimp.  It’s hard out there for him.  Love,

Brianne <><