GOD DAMN YOU ROGER FEDERER

Happy July 5th!!!

I’m watching the match right now. By the time I post this, it will be over, and I HOPE Andy has won. (Okay, now the match is over and Andy lost, I know, I get it, UH HE WAS SO CLOSE. It’s sad to read that sentence in retrospect. I had so much hope!!!) It’s been a great match so far. Some observations: I’m pretty sure Andy sweats more than any human on earth. Hit ball, wipe face, hit ball, wipe face. The little ball boys and girls look like they’ve taken a lot of speed. I’ve also been thinking that Tracy Chapman should do a re-make of her song “Fast Car” but change the lyrics to “Fast Serve,” and have Andy star in the video. Would be a hit, for sure. Maybe I should go into advertising….

NBC keeps panning to Roddick’s hot piece of a super young wife. She seems to be mouthing “comeonbebe” a lot. Kind of weird, kind of cute. The camera is not being so attentive to Federer’s prego wife. I wonder why? Also, Gavin Rossdale annoys me, and I wish he didn’t, since I sort of like old Bush music. Pete Sampras is here, look uber-nerdy in some late ’90s shades. Shocker. His wife is still hot though. Brooklyn Roddick is like Sampras’s wife, Version 2.0. 

Yesterday I took the bus to NYC. Unpacked my stuff, went out to dinner with my Dad. Food was delicious. Acting school starts Monday, and I’ve come down with a bad cold. It’s been teasing me for a week now, but last night it felt like twenty pounds of concrete were in my nasal passages. It was so bad that at one point, I was putting almost-boiling water into a cooking pot, and then leaning over it with a towel around my head. This was at like 4a.m. Things got interesting. My experiment did not work, I didn’t want to wake up my Dad (have I mentioned we are living together in a one-bedroom loft? Maybe I should call a reality TV programmer…) and so I tossed and turned for awhile. Today, I spent twenty-five minutes being overwhelmed at the selection of cold/cough, day/night, this brand/that brand medicines offered at Duane Reade. My headache got worse, making all those decisions. I finally decided on the DR brand of a pill that mixed ibuprofen plus some runny nose stopping ingredient that required me to go behind the counter to get, because apparently nasal decongestant is now used to make meth or something. That was fun.

Probably going to go to the movies alone tonight. Deciding between “Up” and “Away We Go.” It should be better than last night, where I spent some quality time on Hulu, like any other cool person on a Saturday night.

Here’s what I discovered:

There is a movie coming out called Life is Hot in Cracktown? Um….Totally fandango-ing that one!!!!

UH, TOY STORY 3 is coming!!!!! The trailer is adorable. I saw the first Toy Story in theatres on my 10th birthday. Had the ticket stub for years. Hmm…I feel old. (Also, riddle me this: why is Tom Hanks still somewhat sexy as as a dorky animated cowboy???)

I REALLY can not wait to see these two films. Check out the trailers. 

Uh, P.G. is amazing!!! (Sideways is the best movie EVER.)

And this “In the Loop” nonsense looks pretty incredible too.

Amelia also looks grand (who doesn’t love a female driven bio-pic/Hilary Swankster!). But, um, I would rather die than see “Spread,” (yeah, gross, right?) which is a new movie with Ashton Kutcher, sporting some ridiculous earring and some ridiculous line deliveries in the trailer. In fact, I couldn’t even make it through the whole trailer. I want that two minutes of my life back. (WHAT IS HE THINKING???)

I closed the night out by starting to watch “The Last Days of Disco,” which is for some reason available for free on Hulu. Probably because it’s bad. I made it through five minutes. We’ll see what happens tonight.