GLEE CLUB.

"Your hair looks like a briar patch. I keep expecting racist, animated Disney characters to pop up and start singing about living on the bayou"-Sue

For those of you who don't know the Glee season finale was tonight...BEST EPISODE EVER. I'm not gonna lie I was a late follower to this Glee trend, but now I AM IN LOVE. Not only was this the best episode yet...it was pretty amazing and very emotionally packed. If you did not shed at least one tear I would possibly think you don't have a soul or something. When I episode ended I had that "OK God you can take me now my life is complete" sort of feeling. Pathetic? Maybe, but I went there, built a house, and raised a family there. But now that the season has ended I feel alone and don't seem to know what I am going to do with my Tuesdays or life.




First off, how sexual is Finn? The answer...very sexual. That baby face has had me since "Don't Stop Believing" and don't worry I won't. I think that jean jackets have officially made their come back.
Secondly, the performance at regionals was spectacular. I still cannot get over how nasty and absolutely sick Jesse is though. Especially in a pink shirt...I just wanted to vomit. Every time I see him I just want to punch/kill/bite/claw something...it's weird.



Did anyone pick up on the "your dad was having an affair with a tattooed girl" line?
Remind you of anyone?




uh-oh we've got another Jesse James on the loose.



What I don't EVER wanna forget come daylight is the power of a show choir! Amen. I have a new motto blogsters and it doesn't have to do with the amazing website lesbians that look like Justin Beiber...O no...this is real life.

My Four Best Friends

To fully understand the power of the blog while reading I have generously provided two links to wonderful YouTube songs to set the mood. It's all about ambiance. Labels or love and the ever classic Empire State of Mind II (from the new soundtrack).

“Maybe some women aren't meant to be tamed. Maybe they just need to run free til they find someone just as wild to run with them.”

Ok, let's just start off my getting things straight right off the bat. Sex in the City is a HUGE deal. If you don't like it don't read my blog...ever. The whole phenomena of these four best friends started as an HBO series and ended up as a lifestyle choice. Who doesn't want to be one of the girls. Hell, I'd even be Miranda (and that's saying a lot). Carrie, Samantha, Charlotte, and Miranda teach women everywhere from twenty-somethings to women in their forties life lesson and tips. If you have not learned one life fact from the girls you might have to go get your brain checked immediately. In this blog I really want to acknowledge the power of Sex and the City.



Let's start off by everyone having their favorite girl. Mine is Carrie. Love the big hair, and the shoes of course. When my hair is a little frizzy I call if Carrie hair and get away with it. What other HBO character can give you a good hair day? Tony Soprano, I think not sweetie. Carrie finally has her Mr. Big and her spectacular shoes. She is the living version of every girl's fantasy. I might sometimes come off as more of a Samantha, but I am a true Carrie at heart.

HBO is genius about making women everywhere think that these women are actually their four best friends. Every episode and movie we go into their lives, troubles, and love lives over a few rounds of cosmos. Honestly they have been everywhere with me from girls night to break ups with pints of ice cream. Even though they don't know my life I feel like I'm way involved in theirs. I guess that is what makes good T.V. The best part of it is even though we have favorites, we all have a little mix of them because each girl is so different. I just don't want to forget what this one little T.V. show has done for women everywhere. Some people might make fun of it and call it "3 sluts and their grandma" but I'll watch those 3 sluts and that grandma parade around NYC any day of the week.