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What a thrill it's been the last few days to see BSB together. I'm loving the icons that are coming out from the Billboard awards that I'm seeing on flist this morning. BSB! Squeeee!
Oprah was...amazing. To see them together, to see AJ being open and honest about everything, to see the relationship between and get a glimpse of what had happened with he and Kevin--that really hit so close to home for me. I know what a struggle it is to watch someone you love drag themselves down with drugs, and to try and help them, over and over, until you get frustrated and give up, which hurts worse. So kudos to the two of them, who seem to be mending fences. You can still see the hurt there, but you can see the love so much more. I think that the guys really just needed this three year break to find each other again. A new BSB album has been LONG awaited, and I'm glad that I'm still around to see it coming. (I'll leave out the lame Backstreet's back, alright! line here, heh.)
The little brother had a huge project due for school today that we've been working on for the past few days. Am I insane, or is it NORMAL for first graders to do research, write an expository paragraph and bibliography, AND do an art project with it? I feel like *I'm* back in school. I swore after college I'd never go back! Dammit. I'm mostly pissed at the amount of glitter that's all over the backseat of my car now from the ride to school this morning, especially since I JUST had the damn car cleaned yesterday. Brilliant, Jenn, really fucking brilliant move there. You'd think I'da put it in the trunk, but no. Brain is a bit hazy that early in the morning.
Trying to catch up on the flist, but doing a pretty piss poor job at it, I must admit. And I have a very busy weekend to boot, the 21 year old brother is graduating college tonight, the gf's sister's wedding is tomorrow night, and the best friend is coming in from Tampa this weekend to go see Jayyyyyyyy Ceeeeeeee (actually, she's going for Clay Aiken, but I'm overlooking that...) on Sunday night. Sad to say, but I'm sort of looking forward to the busy weekend of hell to be OVER more than any actual event in it, but maybe that's just the PMS talking.
In other news, I have a spiffy little Christmas tree. It's barely taller than me, and sure, in the daylight you can see the ornaments are all thrown on randomly--and mostly around the bottom due to the shortness of the little brother--but at night with all of the house lights off and the tree lit? Pretty. Maybe I'll go look at it for a few minutes before heading out to work to cheer myself up, heee.