Why does Tanya Tucker have her own show??

So today was homecoming... Me and Ty hit it up in pure style by being fashionably late...its not like i gave a shit who won queen or anything like that. I just wanted to see folks. I felt I should go since I its my last year and I haven't been to a game all year. I know I know...this is why MTSU is gonna lose the sunbelt conference...blah blah blah. But I have never gone to a game that we have won so I figure its in the teams best interest if I don't attend. And shocker...we lost. [TANGENT: I used to have a lot of school spirit in high school, I just think most of the school spirit at MT is set aside for those greek people who live for the football games and such. I mean I might but I get behind things I am passionate about like the art dept, my campaigns project, and the lit mag....does that make me a dork?? ok it does....so be it!!]

anyway...I had to come home and work on my paper on how Meet Me in St. Louis deals with or doesn't deal with WWII... [gotta love film classes!!] Anyway, I got distracted by the Tanya Tucker reality show. OK I GOTTA SPILL SOME BEANS... she is not this awesome single mother that they are trying to paint her as. she acts as though she could get a nobel prize [or its parenting equivalent] because she didn't send her kids to boarding school. Tanya's mother used to leave 2 blocks away from me and I used to trick or treat at her house and see the kids playing around there all the time. Her kids were always there with the grandma. The word around Brenthaven was that she was pretty much out of the picture and the grandma was raising the kids. I mean this could be hearsay, but that still doesn't explain why she has a reality show. hell I should have a show. My life is way more interesting than this garbage. I just like it because I am a damn voyeur and it takes place in Nashville. God forbid they make a Real World Nashville so for now this will have to suffice.

There is so much Left to see!!!



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"Who is Jackie Onassis and what club am I a member of??"

Last saturday night me and phillip were enjoying good karma by seeing "In her Shoes" [seriously one of the best movies of have seen in a while...very steel magnolias-esque] even though it was sold out due to a rare good natured ticket booth attendant!! The only downfall is we had to lodge ourselves in between some bonne bell hoarding teenie boppers. Anyway...not to ruin anything, but there is this one scene where the following dialougue is exchanged:

Cameron Diaz: "so do you feel like Jackie Kennedy?"

Old Lady: "No better, Jackie Onassis." (insert audience laughter and tears)

Anyway-at this point the girl next to me was like, "who is jackie onassis?" This is the point where I had a "what the hell?" moment. The bad part was there was no one to tell her because her friend was too busy picking the sour patch kids out of her braces.

A similar "what the hell moment?" was encountered when I was hanging out with my new roomate Kristin the other day. [TANGENT: She is emo, and is teaching me what that means exactly. ex: it is very emo to write on your appendages and take rockstar pics and post them on myspace. Thanks to my awesome new barely legal roomie, the new Deathcab for Cutie cd is in heavy rotation between my Jack Johnson/Guster mix and my Jagged Little Pill cd which I am rediscovering] Anyway, she was wearing a member's only jacket and when I pointed it out, she was like, "a what? I don't know... oh I got it at goodwill." I felt 99 years old suddenly. Thats what I get.

Anyway...I have not been bloggy lately due to my sudden realization that I AM GRADUATING IN A MONTH AND A HALF!!! I lost about 4 nights of sleep last week and thanks to my hormones, cried everyday. I am not like that...I am not a basketcase and I felt like I had stepped outside myself and was looking at someone who I usually try to console. Now I was turning to others for this kind of consolation. It was surreal. For this reason I spent my fall break weekend leaving responsibilities far behind, sleeping, and having several movie marathons...one of which was seeing "In her Shoes" for the second time. This time I sat next to my sister, who of course knew who Jackie O was....she has a poster of her above her couch...she better.

I am certainly uncertain

Well if I was in your position
Id put down all my ammunition
I'd wondered why'd it taken me so long
But Lord knows that I'm not you
and If I was I wouldn't be so cruel
cause waiting on love ain't so easy to do- jack johnson (a wise man)

sometimes I just wish that I had this great big remote that I could use to fast forward and see where I end up. As much as I love to say I like surprises, a part of me will always be that little girl with the big blue eyes who likes to sneak into her mom's closet (not the smartest hiding spot) weeks before christmas to see what I will get...whether it be a pound puppy or an ugly sweater with button embelishment, I am and always will be a present shaker. It takes part of the fun out, but then I can never be disappointed because I will have expected and plan what was to be. Sometimes even with this expectation time allotted to myself, I am still left empty handed and with more questions than I started with. Its 74 days and counting till I graduate and a part of me is scared shitless. Right when I start to feel secure, things are swept away. I am all for keeping those around me on their toes, but I am not much of a toe stander...never was much of a ballerina.

On a very different note...aside from all the above random passages...I got to hang out with my two main gays, john and phillip for a little while the other day, which hasn't happened in a long time. I love them more than most people....perhaps because they feel my pain on being a minority and are two of the most sincere people you will ever meet. I also am a fan of the honesty and they are not afraid to share....I am still getting used to " full on gay mode johnny who will dance inappropriately close to me in his square cut man panties" because when I first met him he was still "effeminate johnny who would admit to the day he died that he loved the poon" They entertained me for a while with their tales of the gay scene. Sometimes I am SO glad that I am not gay! Not because I think its reprehensible or heathenistic or anything else that the bible belt has tried to cinch into my brain...but rather relationships are difficult enough...if i had to date a chick...I would have blown my brain out by now....Kudos to those that are willing to sleep with their own kind (even though john says he is a virgin....psshhttt. liar) and not he ashamed!! Kudos because at least they are happy!

"Cause losin everything is like YOUR SON going down on me!!!"

So last night I took my mom and sister to the Elton John concert at Gaylord....I was definitely in the minority being that I am not a crazy middle aged woman or a gay man. There were also sparce other minorities like young couples and children, who knew that ol' EJ was big with the youngsters?....maybe it was the lion king crowd. Because I was not willing to pay $85 a ticket, we were stuck in the cheap seats, which were actually not too bad except like at all concerts we had to sit by the two biggest douchebags in the whole concert [TANGENT: why does this always happen? It seems no matter how many concerts I go to I always end up sitting by some annoying individuals. It was like when we saw Counting Crowes and John Mayer in Kansas City and that drunken woman tried to slow dance with me to "your body is a wonderland"...later redeeming herself by giving me her beer...which I threw up later.] It seems we also got to see some good cheap seats action like a brawl in the section next to us which led to beer being poured all over the row down from us and an irate usher having to lay down the law. Also there was a mulleted couple who seemed to explode if Elton did not do a second encore. Thank God he did, otherwise it could have gotten messy. The following is a synopsis of the concert:

So we arrived late to the concert because traffic was a bitch on broadway but got there and only missed a couple songs...."goodbye yellow brick road" and some new song which I could hear while we were searching for our seats [TANGENT: in the elevator, some nice old black man offered me back stage access but the smell of alchohol on his breath and the absense of teeth in his mouth told me he was not "in with elton" I have also learned from the barenaked ladies debacle of 99 that its not so easy to get backstage] I at first was getting disappointed because I didn't know any of the songs he was singing...I am the kind of fan that likes to sing a long. Oh! I almost forgot to explain Elton's outfit, It was a pink tunic/dress of sorts over black pants and a black tux jacket with tails that had white spots strewn all over that resembled pigeon shit. [TANGENT: I swear Elton John could come out in crotchless panties and a dead seagull on his head and everyone would be like : "oh elton, you are incorrigible!"] but eventually the "bitch was back" [pun intended] and he started songs that I could get behind...daniel... leavon...tiny dancer (which now serves as my default cell phone ring). However, during a freakishly good tribute to Ray Charles, one of the tools next to us started asking if Jaimie Fox was going to join him onstage. I just had to shake my head...you only get that in the cheap seats.