ThatGirlTeresa

Tonight, do I scour the internet in search of stream for WEC 41, OR do I plop in front of the TV and watch Neil Patrick Harris host the Tony Awards?

I am very seriously conflicted about this. On the one hand: Urijah Faber vs. Mike Brown!

On the other: NPH!!

But... Violence!

And yet... Singing! and Dancing!

I'm pretty sure that I just might be one of the few individuals conflicted by this choice tonight.

I have to wonder if all the people who are upset about Mickey Rourke winning for best actor over Sean Penn, Leonardo DiCaprio, and Brad Pitt have actually seen The Wrestler.

It really sounds like people are just appalled that someone out of the cool A-list club, that isn't even PRETTY, could even DARE to win an award. It's kind of annoying.

That said, I haven't seen any of the nominated performances, so I can't really say if he deserved it. The critics say that he does. The Hollywood Foreign Press says that he does. It's just a bunch of douche bags on livejournal who think otherwise. I think they're too hung up on him being an old holdover from way back when and the movie focusing on a professional wrestler.

Nothing great. No big surprises. Nothing...except apparently Best Actress is no longer considered important enough to be at the end with Best Director, Actor, and Picture. Huh.

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I can't wait to scavenge through getty images to thoroughly examine the fashion. I am very excited.

How do they decide who to include? Because I was wondering, why no Brad Renfro?He's been in movies. Plenty of 'em...

I had a nice birthday yesterday. I didn't do much. I went to Mommy and Daddy's swanky abode where I made my own birthday cake and also whipped up some delicious homemade soft pretzels. It was lovely. I watched some West Wing in the evening before going home and falling asleep. George attacked my face twice while I was half asleep, so we didn't get a long very well last night. I threw him across the room and was just very mean. It's hard to love him when he attacks my face. He even got my eye, but luckly just with his pawn--not the claw. That would have been bad.

Today I went to Target (which was incredibly busy) to do some random impulse shopping. I picked up a new comforter set. I've been eyeing them up for ages and they were on sale. I even got the last one in the store--and it was the pattern I wanted. Yay! So that was nice.

I also got a shit ton of junk food for my vegging out tonight during the Oscars. I'm retardly excited for them tonight, but I don't have many predictions. I haven't seen too many of the contenders this year. I was planning on going to see There Will be Blood this afternoon, but Target won out. I would like Juno to win in the Best Original Screenplay category and I would not be upset if Ellen Page won Best Actress. It won't happen though. I am wickedly excited to watch Kristin Chenoweth (see what I did there?) perform "That's How You Know," which is what I'm hoping wins for Best Song.
Jon Stewart is hosting so that should be super great. Most of all, though, I'm pumped for the fashion. Having missed the Golden Globes this year, I'm really jonesin' for some pretty gowns. And some ugly gowns. I just like dresses!

So yes. I like having my birthday fall on Oscar weekend. It's awesome.

The cast of The Sopranos just came up and stood there while everyobody clapped. Okay. Great. That show's gone after many years on the air, and they deserve some recognition. So does this mean, then, that The Sopranos won't be getting best drama tonight? If so, isn't that a more appropriate time to recognize the cast and creators of the show? Sigh.

The Office better win for best comedy, that's all I have to say.