“new york city. center of the universe.”

Sorry if I bore you by having the same title as my album on facebook.

You can’t go and not take a photo, I guess.

tile stores! What FUN. It was pretty fun though. I mean, if ever you were to be bored in a tile store, this is the tile store to be bored in.

And my personal favorite, the Jonathan Adler store.

And a room in the second tile store that for some reason scared the shit out of me. I walked in and I felt abandoned and lost and uncomfortable.

Lunch at Le Singe Vert in Chelsea.


From the bathroom window..

One night I couldn’t sleep. So I took photos out of our hotel window…

…we were on the 27th floor, I think…

…watched the taxis zooming around…

…fell in love with the rooftops…

…was blinded by the light from Herald Square…

…and imagined what my life would be like living in the apartment buildings I watched…

…as the taxis continued to zoom…

…and my photography slowly became more and more…

…dream-like.

For photos of my shopping finds, click this!

Summer is almost over.

And it’s high time I talk a little about what’s been going down.

This summer has been the most life changing of my life.  It didn’t really start in summer, though.  It started with Arsenic and Old Lace spring term.  Being surrounded by senior actors, I felt both reassured of my own ability, and still was taught so much.  After school got out, I went to France for a month.  It was incredibly empowering to be able to get by speaking a different language and to be turned loose in Paris.  Then Jen came to visit, which was so much fun, and such a blast from the past.  Then I pulled my first all nighter with Emlyn.  Then my cousins came up and we had too much fun.

Then CTY.  This year at CTY has taught me so much.  It taught me that I am appreciated, which in turn makes me want to appreciate the world so much more.  It taught me that boys do, in fact, chill out after a while.  It taught me that humans can be pretty awesome.  It taught me to like, to love, to well-I-guess-I-don’t-hate-her-that-much, and how to write an essay, of course.

So.  That.  On another note, I have read SO much this summer.  Little Children by Tom Perotta.  The Catcher in the Rye by J.D. Salinger.  Streetcar Named Desire by Tennessee Williams.  Old School by Tobias Wolff.  1984 by George Orwell.  Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf? by Edward Albee.  Tao Te Ching by Lao Tzu.  And I am intent on reading Still Life With Woodpecker by Tom Robbins and Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde by Robert Louis Stevenson is required for school.

I also have to take a look at precalculus and french stuff before the school year starts.  But I am so ready to get back to school so I can get back to theatre.

Which reminds me I have to find an audition piece.  Crap.

Visiting Hampshire College

As you may have known, my two cousins are in town. One of them really wants to go to Hampshire, and since we are in the area, we decided to visit. It was wonderful! The campus (despite the slightly painful 1970s architecture) was really beautiful, and it was nice to see dad at his old (if not short) stomping ground (he taught there in the 70s for 3-4 years, apparently).

The philosophies behind some of what they do make so much sense. My favorite part was where you don’t actually get grades, but each professor you have writes up a 3-4 page evaluation of your work/year in their class. And as for me, I start hyperventilating ten minutes before my 7-10 line comments go up at the end of each term, I love them so much. I think it makes so much more sense. Some might say it is just a way to provide excuses for a bad grade or something like that, but if you do get a bad grade, they admit to it. An example our info session leader used was that if you get As on papers and then one C, it averages to maybe an A- and nobody ever knows about the C, which in some cases is good, but in most cases means you had some sort of a learning experience that shows growth and mistakes, which shows that you are human. I think that’s great. Grad school admissions people might disagree, however.

The thing about a place that is so chill/self-motivated is I would do one of two things: I would either procrastinate all the time, spend too much time eating and sleeping and lounging on the gorgeous quad, or I would sign up for a million different things, take as many classes as I could, and have my head explode from the madness of it all. Besides, I sort of like structure and tradition in academic institutions. Call me old-fashioned, I dare you.

So for all its awesomeness, for all the appeal that it had, when I really think about it, I don’t think it’s the place for me. That said, I am a rising sophomore, so things could change. I would love it if things changed and I became more self-motivated. That would just be dandy.

Then again, I don’t even know if I am self-motivated or not. The academic challenges I have approached so far have all been pretty much mandatory. I have never had a project that I had to do the research on, that I had to complete from start to finish, at least not to my memory. Mum could probably remind me of a few but that’s her job, to encourage me, so maybe it doesn’t count. I dunno.

Lately I have felt rather average when it comes to my academic performance. I’m not sure why. I mean, I finished with As in all of my classes, and that’s all well and good..it’s just I feel like if I had devoted myself to my studies a bit more in the past year, I could have improved all of my grades by a lot. The ironic part is, my best work emerged when I was the busiest, spring term during Arsenic. I’m like that though. There’s a fine line for me between not enough work and too much work, and depending on the side, I either get absolutely nothing done ever, or I excell, respectively.

But now it is 2:06 and I have to get up in the morning to make crepes for my family, so I ought to stop rambling about myself and school which doesn’t even start up again for 2 months.

Good night!

^^above referenced painful 1970s architecture

Mes Photos de la France/Camera/Packing for Camp

You probably don’t read this if you aren’t friends with my on Facebook.  But just in case, here are some choice photos (out of the near 500 I took and the 300 I uploaded to FB) of the trip.  Artsier shots, I if I dare say so myself.  Yes they are on flickr.  Yes I once said that I was swearing of flickr.  BUT.

Last night my mother ordered me a new camera; not just that, but a new camera that is supposedly the best point and shoot out there at the moment.

I am very very excited.  My old camera had a busted flap to the battery area (it stopped closing all the way quite a few months ago), the lense cover stuck sometimes, it’s heavy, fat, etc etc.  It sucks because it takes a damn good photo, but it just isn’t physically practical anymore.  So annnywaay, here is my new baby.  I am praying that it gets here within the next week aka before I head to camp (more about that later).

It’s a Canon PowerShot SD780 IS.  You may have seen ads for them in various fashion magazines (!!!!!).  It comes in four colors.  It’s the lightest of the lightest, small small small, and has 12 megapixels (which my dad says is just a marketing ploy but still).

I am unable to handle the suspense.  This will be my first new camera in about 4 years.

So Camp.  Starts in a week.  Another thing I am excited about beyond words.  And because I have no words, and because I need to start packing before my cousins get here from Pennsylvania (they are staying here the entire week, right up to the day before I leave at the crack of dawn) I should go do that now.

Conflicted and Confused

You know me and my guilt issues?  Yeah?

So recently I have been feeling like I want to go over to posting primarily on my culture/fashion blog and make it a bit more active.  But I would feel so bad abandoning this one, even though it has no readers, so i would basically just feel bad about abandoning Anna and my mother, and I also would feel like I was backing out of trying to explain myself to some degree.  But I suppose that if I did slow down on this one, I would be a lot less offensive, and a little more mysterious (or something).  But then, I don’t even know if I was offensive in the first place, or mysterious at all ever.  Also, my thoughts these days are getting a lot more complex and difficult to put into words, and on top of complexity, they are getting a lot more personal.

I was looking back over some old posts.  When I started this up, all I did was complain about annoying teachers, consider a handful of philosophical aspects of my 13 year old life, and post pictures of really cute puppies.  Now, I can’t focus on all the shit that is running through my head at any given moment without just wanting to explode and cry and laugh and throw things that break against a wall.

But maybe this is exactly the kind of post that I need to get out there.  Maybe if I just throw out quick little dashes of my life, more frequent, less lengthy, maybe that could revive my interest.  Maybe I could make a time and date each week to just give a stream of consciousness post.  That might be a good idea.

“we are mysterious creatures aren’t we? and at the end so much of it turns out not to matter.”

-evening

I am learning two Amelie pieces on the piano.  And listening to lots of music.

Oh.  By the way, I’m back from France.  Will probably throw up some summarizing posts on my experiences at some point.  Hopefully before Jen gets here on Monday because if its not by then, it will never happen.

France

I’m in France.  Right now.  LAWL.  If there are any ridiculous typos forgive me, its these damn keyboards that are all different.  How dare they.  I wonder what makes the differencesyou know?  Like, why azertyuiop instead of qwertyuiop?

 

So there isnt much to say because if I was going to say anything it would take for EVER.  When I get back I will post several posts sort of accounting a little bit of the trip.  I write in my journal what I do every day but that would be too much so I will summarize.  But you will all have to wait for that.  All I will tell you is I am eating lots of good food and seeing lots of interesting people and exploring the City of Tours as much as I can.  Oh, and I am proud to announce that after not having ridden a bike for 2 or 3 years, I hopped onto one on Friday and rode a total of about 16 miles.  And my legs don’t ache.

Soo that be about it.  For now.  I am here for a few more weeks.  We are going to Normandy next weekend and then the weekend after that we leave Tours for Paris for 5 days and then home we go.  I am blogging tonight because for some reason I am suddenly homesick.  I havent been homesick the entire trip, I am again proud to announce, but tonight is different.  Maybe because dinner was less formal and more like how our meals are back home.

Anyway.  Love to you all.

Bisous,

Sarah

About my last post…

It has come to my attention that some were offended by my last post listing some complaints.

Although I obviously will not back down on certain opinions I hold, please understand that that post was a vent.  I was angry: I typed and hit publish.  Everybody has the right to vent sometimes.  If you were hurt by it, please forgive me.  I meant no harm, it was just (as they say in Mean Girls) “word vomit” and if anything should be taken as humor, if possible.

Hope that clears some things up.

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Sarah’s over-emotional list of why her life sucks right now

• First and foremost, all her seniors are gone.  These are the people who she bothered to wake up in the morning for, who she looked forward to spending time with during the day (who were the highlight of her day), who she strived to impress, for whose approval she strived to gain, who she tried not to look like a slob for (even if she was just going to change into a costume 5 minutes after seeing them), who she adored, was inspired by, who she looked up to, and most importantly, who, after giving her their attention, left her and will most likely forget her withing the month.

• Her MacBook is physically dying because she got it at such a young age and was convinced it was indestructible (the mouse button no longer works, and if you use a USB plug in mouse you have to be careful not to even brush the track pad because then you will have to reboot the entire thing–plus, the plastic around the edges is literally chipping off and exposing the thing’s innards).    This means she has to switch over to her PC.  This means a lot of things:

1. She can no longer use photobooth to take awesome random photo shoots with her friends (because lets all just face it: IBM Lenovo ThinkPad integrated cameras just suck).
2. She certainly no longer knows her way around the inner workings of her computer.
3. Now her computer, as well as herself, is much more prone to getting sick, just as she is, stuck among a bunch of other sick students.  At least her Mac was special.
4. She has to transfer all of her files from her Mac to her PC which is such a bitch…
5. She has to resign herself to the fact that for the next three years, she is not a Mac user, but a PC user, which makes her brain explode.
6. Macs are prettier than PCs.  It physicality and in mentality.  And advertisement.
7. She will have to re-explore the world of freeware.
8. She was comfortable and doesn’t much like technological change for the worse.
9. She isn’t sure she has enough room for her 22 Gs of music on her PC because PC’s are IMPOSSIBLE to read and she has no idea how much storage she has on the piece of shit anyway…
10. Did she mention PCs are ugly?  She thinks she did.

• She has a math exam on Friday.
• She slept 14 hours last night and is still exhausted because that’s the way it goes.
• She has kicked into her summer depression a week early because all of the above stated people left.
• and did she mention that the day before they left, she told one of them she had a crush on them?
• but then he said thank you and gave her a big hug and wished her good luck the next day (if only after seeming to avoid her the entire morning which made her freak out but then finally she took the first step and addressed him and not a moment too soon), which was perfect, but still, emotionally wearing.
• It is going to take about 7 more hours to transfer all her music onto the external harddrive from which she must then again transfer the files onto her PC.
• She is going to France in less than 2 weeks and she hasn’t really started thinking about packing.  (Then again, she’s going to France for a month.)
• She currently feels like a large fat hairy wild boar.
• She is totally shell shocked after having the lead in a fantastic play with fantastic people (see the above mentioned graduates)–oh and did she mention that ALL of these graduates pretty much comprised the entire Deerfield theatre department, leaving her, another girl, and a handful of others (who will need work) to deal with the next year or two, if not three?  They WERE the theatre department for 2-3 years, and now they are gone.
• She can’t even imagine what it could be like without them.  Thinking about it makes her want to cry.
• It’s summer.  Stuff is hot.  She has to keep her legs shaved and the mosquitos are back.
• Now it’s only about 6 hours to transfer all her music.
• Her awesome everybodylovesit EARTH (get it?) sticker is on her Mac.  and there’s really no room for it on her PC unless she moves stuff around which would make everything less sticky which would make it peel and be even uglier than a PC is and besides, after that there wouldn’t be enough room for her to accumulate stickers over the next three years.
• She has three more years.  Three.
  
• Did she mention her usual summer depression has kicked in early?
• She will have to figure out a way of transferring the Adium IM buddy list she has developed as a combo of her Mac Address Book and her actual contact list onto her PC (I’m sorry that one bled over…)
• Only about 5 more hours.  This time measure thing cannot be accurate.
• She hasn’t really kept up with her diary which means there is a lot to be told if she wants her future self to be accurately informed.
• But then she is sort of too lazy to do anything except for eat, sleep, and complain.
• She’s pretty sure all her friends are getting sick of her complaining.
• One more year down single.  All my friends in FL thought I would be dating a senior if not a graduate in less than a month.  Wishful thinking, dearies.
  
• This guy she was talking about earlier, who she told that she liked?  He was almost 20.  And while she was complaining, her friend said “well maybe you’ll find some cute little freshman boy you can pounce on like a cougar…”  Really?  A 20 YEAR OLD catches my fancy and you expect me to transfer interest to 14 year olds who are so unsure of their sexual orientation that they go for girls with long hair and what is currently thought of as feminine clothing that nonetheless have the bodies of boys even younger than them?
• Really.
• She is currently on the 7th Harry Potter audio book which means that a) she will soon be done with them and b) the 7th Harry Potter book is really boring.
• James threw her phone at her face yesterday and it made it bleed and now she has a bright purple (no lie!) line across the bridge of her nose.
• Everybody keeps trying to comfort her by saying that some day she will be the senior that everybody looks up to, but they just don’t seem to get that that doesn’t make it any worse to consider being forgotten by them.

So there it is.  Hopefully if I have been being a bitch to you of late, this might clear up why.  And if any of you seniors that I adore are reading this (which I doubt you are since you are all too busy having real lives to remember that freshman you worked with in that one play), I miss you.  But you might have gathered that.
I bet people will think less of me for having so many complaints.  It just never ends.

Funny Story.

I’m sitting here at one of Daddy’s rehearsals again. I have been reading history stuff—actually trying to keep up with his reading assignments this term. This is about our fifth chapter on the nineteenth century. I’m going nuts.

So dad’s orchestra is playing the Harry Potter theme song. And of course I can hum along with the whole thing. proud. John Williams is kind of brilliant…never mind that all his soundtracks are the same brilliance, you know? Somebody once mentioned to me that if you ask somebody to sing the Superman, Star Wars, and Indiana Jones theme songs one after the other, nobody can do it because they are all the same. HP is different though. And soundtracks…there is something about a good movie soundtrack—when you hear it, the same feeling swells up in you that you get when you watch the movie, especially when it is a really magical movie (shit. No pun intended. Forgive me.) like Harry Potter, Lord of the Rings, or for me, Pride and Prejudice and Romeo and Juliet. Even the specific songs used in Bridget Jones bring back that feeling. The two things that can really take me to another place, time, or state of mind are music and smells.

Anyway, my point is it’s pretty trippy because I have been listening to all the books on tape a lot lately. I downloaded most of them before I went on vacation. I ALMOST ran out. Thank GOD I got home in time. Laugh.

Anna wants me to post more interesting blog posts. I hope this is satisfactory…

Call-backs for Arsenic and Old Lace were today. Auditions were Tuesday and the cast list goes up tomorrow morning. I’m not too nervous, but I really don’t know what’s going to happen. Considering age, the actions and requests when it came to reading stuff (after we do our prepared audition pieces, he gives parts to some people and has them read through a few pages of a scene, just to see how they are in character—sort of like a screen test, I guess…but we don’t have to memorize it), I don’t know what I’m going to get. I was not asked to read for the character I want, but I was for both of the two leads…but then I’m one of the younger in the group and people are graduating and blah blah blah. Who the hell knows…I mean it’s Mr. Reese, he keeps us on our toes, a fact that I am sure he is proud of. Either way, even getting a small part would be fun…I love the group we have. Even the strange nuts thrown in are great. You always have one—we certainly did last term. LAWL.

I don’t want to keep reading about Germany: The Power State, so I am going to tell you a little about life right now.

This might sound ridiculously emo, but I’m glad I have friends now. I was recently reflecting back on fall term and how I basically lived in the DSL because I took dance which was only an hour three days a week (by the way, that’s my fallback if I don’t get a part). I mean, I was friends with my DSL buddies, and I do adore them, but it wasn’t exactly a wide circle like I am used to. But now I have a very wide circle…things are back to normal (to some degree) and I like it. Even some people whose affection I was unsure of have confirmed their liking of me (I mean, not directly of course—that would be awkward). I think it’s because they were very stressed out at the end of the term.

Speaking of which, coming back this spring is almost like coming back to a whole new school. Acceptance/Rejection letters are coming out, so that whole process is almost done and over with, so the seniors are all enjoying their senior Spring (literally). Finals are over (for now…there’s only math and science this term if I recall correctly, and a lot of the school had all 5 in winter—it depends on your level for some classes) and everybody is just nice and chilled out. Best of all, when I walked to the library to get some movies this evening (Miss Potter, Finding Neverland, and What’s Eating Gilbert Grape, if you were wondering..) I didn’t wear my coat! I didn’t even have a sweater on. Considering that yesterday and Monday I had to bundle up because of the wind, this makes me veeery happy.

I’m wearing a pretty crazy outfit today. 3-inch heels. My ankles are going to strangle me in my sleep for doing that to them.

We’re starting Romeo and Juliet in English. I am suppa psyched. Our first homework was to “translate” the prologue. I think that’s a great way to get people into gear for figuring out the best way for them personally to understand the words.

Celestine, the French girl, is coming to stay with me April 5^th. I’m really excited to meet her. There’s also the possibility that while the school trip is in France this June, she and her father will come down to where we are staying and visit; it would be nice to see her again.

We’re reading Le Petit Prince in French. It’s gonna be AWESOME.

I’m in the middle of making a list of songs I want to sing. Kyle thinks I should be an opera singer, but I just want to have fun. And that means not doing all classical, but doing some. Right now (as in, this month) I want to focus on it though because I am trying to get over a hold up: I need to learn to relax all of me when I sing high. My lips and throat get tight and my constrictors constrict and I lift my larynx. Bad stuff. It gets all stuffy and doesn’t come out right. But I’m listening to Ella Fitzgerald and Billie Holiday and I wish I could sing that sort of music too…but my teacher says I ought to keep classical as my default. I guess I just wonder if I can keep classical my default and sing some jazzier stuff for fun. I’m working on Someone to Watch Over Me right now and having a blast with it…but I mean. I dunno. We’ll see what she says. We are getting really comfortable with each other, which is really nice. I feel like I can talk to her about what I want and she can be honest with me about what I can and can’t do, and how I sound. And we have lots of fun making ridiculous noises and faces and movements in warm ups. It’s really nice.

Music is really the most amazing thing in the world for me. It and film and food and watching what people do and love are my favorites. Well, them and Anna.

Alrighty, well, back to socialist ideals for me. Love to you all.

Florida Trip Highlights

This is a repost from my Fashion blog and Im too lazy to edit it out. So deal with it. yeah.

Hello dearies! Sorry I haven’t posted in a while. I’ve been on vacation for the past 8 days.

It always makes me kinda happy when I finally figure out how to wear something I bought a year before. Two of these happened in the last 8 days. One, a skirt which I will certainly end up posting later in the season, and this hat. I bought it at a boutique in Soho, and the one time I wore it before this was in Israel. It was a miserable day, and my haircut didnt work with it, and just everything was bad, so I felt so intimidated by this hat. But finally, finally, I figured it out. My mom call it the edgy Queen Elizabeth Hat. It is Heaslip, and is wired and you can pack it easily because the top comes down so it is flat.

Here are some other photos…check the yellow nailpolish. It was perfect

The first four days were in Islamorada. I spent them in this hammock reading and listening to music in the mornings and on the couch watching reruns of CSI: NY and eating plantain chips and cinnamon toast crunch and drinking pineapple juice in the afternoons. It was glorious.

Tan legs! Unfortunately, they didnt last. And yeah, for me, that is tan. Now you get how deathly I am. LOL.

Right above my head while lying in the hammock.

We woke up early for sunrise the morning we left.

Then we went to Key West, which is full of fabulous island architecture.

Then it was to Miami (which I have no photos of…boring place. lol.) And then the Everglades.

In other news, those awesome black rose earrings I got have a bent post. Im exchanging them for another pair today.

On still other news, my right hand is falling asleep. Why, I dont know because I am still typing with it.

And in yet still other news, I should have a relatively detailed spring shopping list done by the weekend.

AAAAAAAAAAAH!

I just got invited by my French teacher to take the summer trip to France! This is such an amazing opportunity, I am SO psyched.

We stay with families.
We have two hours of classes in the morning, then an hour of some specific thing from the governmental system to the Impressionists, and then in the afternoon, the group of students from school, as a group, tour a town, see castles, go to a museum, etc. The evenings are left up to the family, I guess.
Weekends are sometimes spent with family, and there is an overnight trip to Normandy.
Then we spend FIVE days in PARIS! DOING EVERYTHING!

A few if the places I have already been, Ive done a lot of paris before, and even the some of the chateaux we are visitting. But other than that I am SO excited. Like oh my God.

The one thing that even slightly worries me (besides my interesting experiences with staying with families in the past) is a bike tour of Paris. Im not the most confident on a bike. In the city. Ahem.

But other than that, AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

So. What do my Steamy Elizabethan Historical Fiction novel and Gossip Girl have in common?

The long glances from around the bend…the accidental-but-oh-so-on-purpose brushes of skin on skin. The wit exchanged in an encounter. The secrets, the wordless communication, the tension, the subtleties that count.

And of course there are the letters. I hope to receive lots of love letters someday.

Period Romances are FULL of it. And recently (thank God) the idea has caught on. A while ago (and I think I wrote about this), an episode of Grey’s Anatomy: Cristina is reading Mer’s mum’s diary. She talks about how it is all glances and silent exchanges, “like a victorian novel”. And for the rest of the episode, she and Dr. Hunt exchange glances and the music is always piano, similar to the Pride and Prejudice soundtrack. It was great.

And Gossip Girl…I would go so far as to say that Gossip Girl is one of the greatest modernized tributes of our time to such a sensual romance. Just watch. This is the sole reason I watch (well that and the clothing..)

And just in the latest episode of GG, they are putting on a play of Age of Innocence. It’s so obvious, but so beautiful.

I love.

EDIT: YES. They are playing some of the sexiest themes from Carmen in the background of another moment for Chuck and Blaire!!!!! I wish people could appreciate the way opera can be sexy. Jessica Alba and Scarlet Johansen are not the only kinds of sexy out there.

Within the realm of possibility…

I wonder if (hypothetically) when parents get in a (hypothetical) argument with their (proverbial) children, if they ever (hypothetically) consider that their (proverbial) children are in fact (hypothetically) correct, and that they are (hypothetically) wrong.

Oscar Blog

Tim Gunn is my world. Just so you know.

oh lordy. these accountant dudes with the envelopes…just…oh dear.

Meryl Streep is fabulous. Her daughter is gorgeous!

Jack Black seems like such a tool sometimes; the only movie I like him in is The Holiday. It is fun to see him make the weird interviewer people feel awkward… I knew they would go vintage!!! I mean, granted, I am happy, but they are romanticizing the depression which is…controversial for sure. We’re seeing it in fashion, hair, makeup, interior decor, and now the Oscars. Holy Swarovskis. That is the most amazing thing…

Hugh Jackman is so cuute!!!! And he so funny…”I’m an Australian…playing an Australian…in a movie called Australia…” Oh my God who knew Hugh Jackman could do this stuff? Oh my God this is SO funny. I am dying. Anne Hathaway can sing!!! LOL he’s cracking up…Hugh Jackman has the best hair…other than Patrick Dempsey, of course… That was fabulous.

Oh Brangelina. It’s sometimes funny to see them in real life, not just in the tabloids…Sort of like Oh yeah they really do exist.

Tilda Swinton..I love her voice. She seems just so perfectly confident. And who knew she could pull off hair the same color of her skin…I always love her clothes. Nobody does, really, and I don’t like them for them, but for the way that she wears them. SO many celebs are worn by their gowns on these nights, but she can take a crazy outfit that would look ridic on anybody else and it works!

PENELOPE CRUZ. So glad she won for Vicky Cristina Barcelona…I love her dress, but her hair looks so blah…funny too. On a later note, that dress would make an AMAZING wedding dress.

Oh my God. Steve Martin and Tina Fey: two of my favorite comedians ever. Tina looks amazing. This is really cute formatting, having the text go over the film clip. Oh yay Milk won something! That was an amazing movie–oh and the writer is so young!!

Jennifer Aniston’s hair is pretty un-OK (she looks like she just got back from a beach party) but I love her dress.

The sets for this show are really amazing…I love the one they are using for the art direction award.

EEEEEE costume design. My favorite. And of course The Duchess wins because it’s a period movie…lucky Keira Knightley keeps getting to wear the most amazing costumes in all her period movies…

WHAT THE HEEEEEEELL!!!! MY POWER WENT OUT!! I just saw a snip of an interesting looking montage, but who the hell knows. OK lets see if this will stay…

Creepy coke ad. Oh yay the adorable Master Card ad!!!!

You’re joking me. Ben Stiller’s beard. Nat Portman’s hair looks so pretty. OH THEY’RE MAKING FUN OF JOAQUIN PHOENIX. Oh noo…this is painful. Master card ads are by far my absolute favorite ads ever ever.

That lost dog one almost made me cry. OH Jessica Biel. BAD dress.

Well that was an interesting little…something something (the Pineapple Express bit). Ha Seth Rogen cracked up at James Franco failing at the German pronunciation of that guy’s name…

Ah Beyonce…she so sexy, but does she have to perform at EVERYTHING? And what is this with Hugh Jackman being so friggin multi-talented? I LOVE IT. The musical movie medley was cute, but I heard somewhere that Beyonce was lip synching…I didn’t watch close enough hehe. But oh dear, Vanessa Hudgens makes me want to shoot somebody, preferably her. She doesn’t deserve Zac Efron. He’s so cute—nice hat fall at the end there. And they ended playing the 1812 overture…always makes me think of V for Vendetta.

That Bertolli ad: Italian food…using a piece from an opera that is in French and set in Spain. Will society ever learn?

I love montages. I think they are my favorite part. Kevin Kline my life!!! I really am enjoying the format/sets/ etc of this year’s show. I think it’s the best I have seen so far…

My dad on Phillip Seymour Hoffman’s hat: “Why is he wearing that yarmulke?”

Ah Cuba Gooding Jr. Cute rip on Robert Downey Jr: a white man playing a white Australian man playing a Black man in black face… Oh Heath Ledger…this is sweet, his family accepting it for him. Audience Members crying: Kate Winslet, Brad Pitt, Adrien Brody, Anne Hathaway, Angelina Jolie, well, everybody else. Yeah. His mother’s dress is beautiful.

Bill Maher seems like such a tool. Those are some hardcore teeth on the director of Betrayal..

That was adorable—“The Shortest Speech in Oscar History: Yes!” The guy on the wire…I want him to be my best friend.

Oh Bill stop being bitter for not having been nominated.

That Jimmy Kimmel ad was RIDICULOUS. Tom Cruise is so hot. But still a whacko.

Car chase montage! Party UP. Oh oh oh Will Smith is SO CUTE. And funny. I love when they screw up and make a joke out of it. BOOM goes the dynamite!

Hehe the adorable little Indian guy accepting for the sounds in Slumdog is awesome.

Eddie Murphy is a cool dude. But yo what is with the Coldplay songs in the montages? Jerry Lewis doesn’t look particularly well…

Movie soundtracks do make the movie. I mean, I can just listen to the soundtrack of the old Romeo and Juliet and it makes me tear up. Watching with the film itself, too, just sends me over the edge.

Loving the Indian dance performance….plus…John legend..um.

Queen Latifah I love you! She was the sexiest thing ever in Chicago, which makes me so happy. IS SHE GONNA SING?? OH MY GOD SHE’S SINGING!!!!!!!!

Reese Witherspoon is so gorgeous!!! A little too much makeup, and a sort of…princess fairytale dress, but still beautiful.

Of course Slumdog Millionaire won. That was cute, taking the award in the manner of Tigger for his children. Best Actress! Butterflies! Oh GOD. Sophia, what did you do to yourself. Of course Marion Cotillard is frigging GORGEOUS (I’m not a fan of the entire dress, but from the neckline up..or waist…i dunno.) Nicole Kidman looks good too.

KATE WINSLET. When they said her name, I actually yelled for joy. I am so glad she FINALLy won something. Kate, can you please be my best friend? Or my mentor? Or something? She is so genuine…

YUM. Adrien Brody is the sex. But only with short hair.

To be frank, I have no opinion for the winner of Best Actor…I feel so guilty for not having seen any of these movies. YES. SEAN PENN SO DESERVED THAT. Milk was an incredible movie. It was unexpected though. Sweet, he hit the prop 8 fools. Well done.

If he weren’t Stephen Spielberg, Stephen Spielberg would be the most adorable old man. I mean, he still is adorable, it’s just that he is surrounded by so much.. As I said before, these montages are so much fun. Slumdog Millionaire won. What a shocker. Woopee. BUT OMG ALL THE SMALL CHILDREN! They are so adorable!!! And my mum mentioned, they aren’t jaded like everybody else in the audience…watching the boy who was in the main role, he was so genuinely excited by everything. It was wonderful to see. Is it wrong and falsely hopeful to say that I think a new era is coming over Hollywood?

Regarding Fashion: Here are a few more looks I loved…

Evan Rachel Wood (as always)

Anne Hathaway

Marissa Tomei–have you ever seen such fabulous pleat-age??

Movies I STILL need to see: The Reader

Revolutionary Road

Slumdog Millionaire

In Bruges

Benjamin Button

Wall-E

The Duchess

Pineapple Express

Dark Knight

Man On Wire

Quantum of Solace

The Visitor