I’m still alive and well and kickin’, hooray. Here’s some (OK, two) bullets.
I just watched the Grammys for perhaps the first time in years. I normally don’t give a damn about awards ceremonies (except for maybe the ESPYs, haha) unless someone I love dearly is up for an award (such as Colin Firth last year winning the Best Actor Oscar), but I felt compelled to tonight due to the recent death of Whitney Houston, which I’m sure everyone who is aware of some piece of pop culture has heard by now. And also because I wanted to see Adele since she is after all my ultimate homegirl. Anyway, I’m quite sad to hear of Whitney’s passing. Growing up in the ’90s, there’s no way you couldn’t be jamming (or crying) to her songs at some point in life. May she rest in peace.
And the biggest news right now in the NBA is Jeremy Lin. I first heard of the kid last year when ESPN ran an article about him on the Golden State Warriors being, you know, the first Taiwanese-American player in the NBA. Now he’s on the Knicks and racking up points and headlines and doing things like outscoring Kobe on Friday with 38 points. I’m happy for the guy…but I definitely can’t identify with him as an Asian American. As my brother says, “I wish he were more thuggish and not the stereotypical quiet Asian guy.”
So I think I almost have my groove back. Friday night I went out in the city with friends. Ended up not getting home until six in the morning. Legit showed up to work at my retail job in the same tights and skirt I was wearing the night before. People were commenting on how nice I looked, and inside I just felt gross and hungover. I felt young again! Figuratively speaking, of course.
In other news, the first two weeks of the NBA regular season has been cancelled. Now, people keep pointing out to me that this doesn’t necessarily mean it’s all over, but I’m pretty sure at this point the entire season is kaput. And I know it sounds silly and trivial to you people who don’t watch sports or care or whatever, but I am literally sobbing inside. I have no idea what I’m going to do without the NBA for a whole year. And I can’t bring myself to give two shits about NFL football. I really can’t. I mean, I watch the games occasionally and read the headlines on ESPN.com and all…but as much as I try, I just don’t really care. Nothing excites me and gets to me the same way basketball does.
Lately I’ve been reading the Southern Vampire Mysteries, which is the book series True Blood is based on. I don’t know whether to say it is better or not than the show. The writing is 50/50—there’s a lot of cute funny quotes, but sometimes the pop culture references and mundane details annoy me. Charlaine Harris sure knows how to write those male characters though. Eric, Alcide…I don’t know which I’d rather do. And how the hell is it that Sookie has like 10 times more suitors in the books than in the series? Woman’s got men knocking down her door every minute! I wish my life was as exciting. Minus the blood and vampire part.
I take back what I said yesterday, for I had a nervous breakdown today. I literally started crying after my last class, tearing up as I walked home.
I attribute it to the fact that I came home from work at 12:30 last night and had to wake up at 8 a.m. this morning. Also to the fact that I just found out I have an 8-page paper due on Reading Day. Reading Day, seriously, what the fuck? And also maybe because I’m on my period.
My roommate is currently hogging the TV right now to watch that Glee show. Again I ask, how can a dumb show like that take precedence over Game 5 of a very important playoff series? I like to think I’m a person who keeps a very open mind, but one thing I will never ever understand is why people don’t like NBA basketball. Or the Chicago Bulls. It’s silly, I know, but that is just the one part of me that will never shake. I’ve always said I can’t marry a guy who does not like the NBA, or basketball at the very least. I really, truly can’t…unless you’re from another country where another sport takes precedent (which is what happened to me a lot in Costa Rica, LOLz). Anywho, my roommate made a comment on how the one playoff game she really cared about doesn’t start until later…arghh! I need to find girl friends who like basketball. Forreals.
…a lot of country music and basketball. I’ve been stuck on my Lady Antebellum station on Pandora for the past 3 days. I don’t know why I didn’t think of it before, but it’s become my new best friend. I know most people just can’t seem to associate Asian people with country music (they do exist, though!), but I’m growing to love it more and more. Saw both Lady Antebellum albums on sale at FYE the other day, and was debating on buying the first one because I’ve recently become endlessly addicted to “Love Don’t Live Here.” If only the state of my bank account wasn’t in shambles.
As for the other part of my break, there’s been a lot of basketball. My moods seem to fluctuate with the Bulls’ record, because right now I’m a bundle of joy after the Bulls won their second game in a row after dropping 10 straight. They’re basically fighting for a playoff spot now, but either way even if they do make it, I don’t see how the Bulls can dominate (or even compete) without a completely healthy trio of Rose, Noah, and Deng. I guess we’ll have to wait and see.
Speaking of basketball, my 13-year-old (it still grosses me out that he’s a teenager now!) brother’s team won their conference championship.
I was fortunate enough to watch his last two games, and honestly, I was shocked at the level of play these 7th graders were at. Maybe I was expecting something really elementary, but these guys were damn good. Posting up and passing like pros. I was so proud.
Even if you don’t give a damn about sports and even though this is actually kind of old, it’s worth watching. I vaguely remember seeing a headline for it on ESPN.com a couple of weeks ago when the game happened, but I never really understood until now.
Complete unknown, D-League player makes buzzer-beating three to beat spoiled brat LeBron James and his Cavalier minions? Yeah, this is just another reason why it’s 1:25 in the morning and I have yet to finish my homework.