If sass could be musically expressed, it would be this song–”Let Me Think About It” by Ida Corr vs. Fedde Le Grand. Which is why it is currently on iTunes repeat until the end of time.
Sorry for the scantily clad ladies in the video. Curmudgeons may have to close their eyes.
Emily’s face went from glum to glamazon with just a few clicks!
OK, so obviously I haven’t had time to do this on myself yet, but how amazing is Taaz, the online beauty makeover site?!
The Hills are on again! Since my TV recording device is on the mend, I may have to watch it online. This alternative is actually quite nice because I don’t have to deal with annoying commercials or a bad headache* on Tuesday after playing Radar’s The Hills drinking game. A few of my favorite rules are below.
TAKE A SIP WHENEVER…
Justin Bobby is wearing an article of clothing he could have reasonably stolen from a Mexican day laborer.
Audrina looks as if someone just asked her for the fifth third digit of pi. (Note: This will get you wasted.)
Whitney prefaces or ends a sentence with “You know?”
Spencer inverts an argument to shift the burden of guilt onto someone else.
Lauren claims she needs a “boy” to help her get over Brody Jenner. (Bonus sip if MTV producers immediately cut to Brody surrounded by a gaggle of trashy L.A. skanks.)
Brent Bolthouse promotes his club-promoting company.
Justin Bobby is wearing a wool skull cap despite the fact that it’s 80 degrees and sunny outside.
Check out more at Radaronline.com.
*I just would like to point out that I’m not an excessive drinker, but LC, Spencer, Hiedi and the gang are excessive spoiled crazies.
Easter is upon us and it’s time for everybody’s (except mine) favorite Easter candy: Peeps. The brightly-sugared marshmellows took centerstage, er, shoebox as The Washington Post asked America to revert back to elementary school and create a Peep-centric diorama.
Check out the rest of the Peep Show here.
And the reprise:
Gotta love Hungarian Idol… Or Bulgarian Idol… whatever. 
To put it nicely, you’re crazy if you don’t use and love ShopStyle.com. Why scour the Internet looking for the perfect clothes when they can do all the work? You can set price alerts and set up stylebooks. They’ve also just added ShopStyle Living, where you can virtually scan home furnishing and decor stores in one place. I’m in love.
Ladies and gents, I present you with my dream bedroom:
*Note: I hope these dreams become somewhat of a reality as we are currently registered for the sheets. It was the one set we could decide on, and wouldn’t you know it — it was also one of the most expensive sets! [Fingers crossed!]
Lately, I’ve been coming to grips with my geekiness. Having a blog, freaking out about missing Google Reader subscriptions while on vacation and bringing up Facebook at parties should be indication enough. Still, somehow I thought I was mostly normal. Apparently scoring high on the geek-o-meter may not be a bad thing. Matt thought I was a nerd before we started dating and now we’re getting married. And it seems like the mainstream embraces us too — from movies to Mariah:
This video may be old news to most of you, but I’ve been putting off watching it until today.
1 married cousin
1 vacuumed floor
1 uneaten pizza
1 lost camera
1 frantic car search
1 found camera
1 tired Emily
= my extended weekend
I just checked out the trends section of my Google Reader:
From your 71 subscriptions, over the last 30 days you read 5,394 items, starred 84 items, shared 117 items, and emailed 3 items.
So while I may not be blogging, I’m blog reading aplenty. And be sure to check out my shared items: http://www.google.com/reader/shared/03383705544432067147. (RSS feed for it here.)
It’s like a second (or technically third) blog of mine, since everything I post is something that makes me smile.
*Don’t know what Google Reader is? It’s a system used to read blogs in one spot, automatically updating when new subscriptions posts are added. Looks like this:
My new distraction project: Decorating my future house via MyDeco.com. This is so Matt can see why I want to register for an awesome wall mirror or rug instead of maybe, forks. That’s why we have hands.
