Oscars

Ok, I probably really am the slowest blogger ever, but I really didn't have time; I was high after doing nothing but snortin' that lovely little drug called "fanfiction" three days in a row.

Anyways, it's time I did something about the Oscars. I was holding it up inside all this time: but here goes nothing:

THEY SUCKED!

And here are some of the things that just REALLY bored me/pissed me off:

1. Beyouncé: WFT??? Hello, why is it all of a sudden ALL about Beyouncé? Why did she have to decimate that song from "Les Choristes"?? It sounded so incomprehensible that the language part of my brain was practically bleeding, and I felt like a complete Yank whose French vocabulary extended only to "Merci" and "Bonjour"! Where da hell is Céline Dion when you need her the most? Why didn't you get someone who could actually speak French to sing that song?

2. Antonio Banderas. Oh, boy... It seems that Hollywood is all about celebrity. Oh, wait, that's too frikken obvious. The guy who sang the song in the movie was actually in the ceremony, but why didn't they let him sing? It's like getting Céline Dion to sing "Into the West" instead of Annie Lennox! It's just not the same! (No offence meant, I actually like Céline)

3. Ceremony: Why was it so unpredictable? Last year, with the Billy Crystal opening scene, my entire family was in stitches. This year, my entire brain was bleeding with boredom. The jokes and monologues weren't worth remembering either. Could be because there was nothing truly extraordinary *coughReturnoftheKingcough*...

Yick...

Anyways, I saw Lost yesterday. What were the numbers again? I forgot... Anyways, I was wondering: if Hurley was worth 120 million bucks, then why wasn't he in first class? If he was, he should have been sitting close to the cockpit, and probably dead.

Hmm... So many mysteries that only time and the writers can tell...