Happy Leap Day

Happy Leap Day to you!  Happy Leap Day to you!  Happy Leap Day dear Austin, happy Leap day to you!

I love that the bonus day is on a Friday.  Very fitting. 

Not So Indy

Every once in a while we get promotional items here at the station.  Some are more fun than others…here’s one of the more fun ones.
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heart sink

That’s the only way I can describe what takes over my body when I settle into watch last night’s Girlicious, hit the List button on my remote and see that my DVR is empty.  Really?  I mean, am I upset that I upgraded to HD Cable?  No.  Am I upset that the 3 years of saved scheduled recordings has to be reaccumulated?  Yes.  Not that it would’ve helped me in the case of Girlicious, but it’s the principal of it.  I also know that I can watch the same episode again tomorrow, but now people know what’s going to happen before I do and that kills me.

So, Saturday I was at hip hop yoga (the second time in my yoga journey that I’ve done this and both times it’s been ridiculously hard) and this song came on and I instantly liked it, but didn’t know who it was.  I spent the next three days googling what I thought were the lyrics, but kept coming up short.  Last night on a whim, I was feeling whimsy, I tried again.  Jackpot.  I was sooo excited and dance, dance, danced to the :30 preview on iTunes.  I bought it immediately, so I dance, dance, danced to it on repeat while getting ready this morning.

Superstar by Lupe Fiasco.

Reflections…

…on some pretty faces.  As I was sitting in the dark last night in my recliner falling deeper and deeper into the rabbit hole of the interweb, I came across this.  I’d often wondered what ever happened the Top Models of the past, and this answered all of my questions…well not all of them, I still have absolutely NO clue why Michelle, the one with the skin issues from Cycle 4, who likes girls, just had a baby and is marrying Johnny Fairplay.  I don’t know what reality show he’s from, but I’ve heard his name before, so he must be HUGE.  Anyway, it was fun to catch up with everyone and with the premiere of Cycle Decade tomorrow at 7p on The CW Austin, Cable Channel 12, to be exact, I thought it was more than appropriate to share.

 Sooo, what did you guys think of PCD: Girlicious?  Could you rock a wheelchair?  Who’s in it to win it?

There’s a show starting next Tuesday at 9 called quarterlife on KXAN.  There are two things that make me want to watch this show. The first one is that it’s by the same folks who did thirtysomething and My So-Called Life.  The second is that while I was living in New York, I had a bit of a “quarterlife crisis”.  I only know what it’s called because there’s a whole book about it, with the same title.  I was convinced that this book was going to make all my doubts, worries and problems go away…and it might have, but I never got past the first chapter.  Every time I would get a few pages in, I would get all moody and dramatic.  My friend Colleen started to notice the pattern:  quarterlife crisis laying open on the table=Amber in a funk.  Therefore, she would hide the book or completely remove it from my apartment.  I would only get it back if I promised that I would not end up laying on the floor listening to the Felicity soundtracks.  I had the best intentions, but she had to keep taking the book away.

Today is a different day.  Not because my life is stable, because nothing about my current state resembles stability in any way, but because I can read the book again, without the fear of Colleen sneaking it under the couch (unless she’d like to come visit me to do it…I’m totally open to that, maybe this post is a cry for help to Coll…will she hear me?) AND maybe more importantly watch fictional characters acting out what I can only hope will be problems very similar to mine.  I will take notes and act accordingly.  Coincidentally enough, I know there’s a blogging character on the show, so maybe I’ll take notes on that too and just get some of my material from them…just kidding.  I would never ever do that.

I’m gonna go listen to Azure Ray’s “Displaced” now.

Girliciousiosity

Tonight’s the night: Girlicious.  8p. 

I will say about this one what I said about the last one.  Girls, you can get your guys to watch this with you if you just spin it the right way.  This is hot girls singing and dancing their sexiest, what guy wouldn’t love to curl up on the couch with you and take that in?

There are some good Girlicious videos on our homepage to get you super stoked and ready to go.  Also, my friends will be on Guadalupe near the UT campus on Wednesday from  about 11a-3p handin’ out all sortsa free fun stuff that you’ll totally want annnnd we’ll have a camera with us so we can take lots of pretty pictures and video starring…you.

You love it.

Get Ready

If fights and trips to the emergency room are the reasons that you watch reality TV, then you must watch the Premieres of Pussycat Dolls: Girlicious (Monday 8p) and America’s Next Top Model (Wednesday 7p).  I got a DVD of them yesterday, and I’m tellin’ you…

I’m already ready already for the next episodes.

America’s Next Top Model is in it’s 10th Cycle.  And there are usually around 14 Finalists, that means there have been 140 potential Next Top Models.  How do they keep finding new people?  This season, I can match at least half of the 14 finalists to a contestent from a previous cycle.  But if I was to vocalize those matches, it’d sound something like this, “she totally looks like that one chick…you know the one who took that one photo with the wierd make up…you know who I mean.”  But I’m right.

And I’m still in the running to become America’s Next Girlicious Pussycat Model. 

I=Stalker

I’m not proud about it, but today I saw Kyle Chandler and Brad Leland from Friday Night Lights outside our building.  And I just watched them from a second story window (sorry Megan).  It looked as though they were here to conduct some type of business.  Kyle is just so dang good looking and Brad is just suuch a nice guy, I wanted to bang on the window and wave, because the teeny tiniest little piece of me knows/believes/hopes/fantasizes that they’d remember me.  And that they’d be all “Hey!  Amber!” hug, hug “It’s so good to see you”.  And I playfully slap each them on the arm and tell them how I shed at least a tear every week.  Then I’d tell Kyle I loved seeing him in The Kingdom, next I’d tell Brad I’m sorry he was so brutally murdered in Comanche Moon.

Now I’m creeping myself out.  I apologize, I have absolutely NO reason why I felt I needed to share this internal moment with the reader(s?) of this blog. 

What the French, Toast?!

Mark it.  February 11, 2008.  Today’s the day that I’m officially sick of Britney news. Hit me baby no more times. 

Look out Lakeline!

Lakeline Mall will never be the same.  We’re goin’ shoppin’ on Saturday!  Well…not really, but we’ll fur sure be at the mall.  You can find us under the HUGE Gossip Girl elevator, by the food court.  You’ll have the chance to possibly get your hands on some sweet CW Austin stuff, movie passes and a mall gift card.  You have to, however, try your hand in our game of chance….(insert ominous laugh here).

Come out and see us tomorrow from 11a-3p!  We’ll make ya famous….kind of.

We’re NOT in Vegas

I would like to personally thank the Red Bull folks for periodically stopping by the station with their silver cans of goodness.  I’m a fan of RB, usually I’m a sugar free girl.  Sugar filled RB only makes its way into my system if it’s mixed with Tito’s or I’m in Vegas.  On this Friday, I am sadly, NOT in Vegas.  So I left the sugar packed RB for someone else to enjoy.

I watched Lipstick Jungle last night and I didn’t hate it.  I do, however still abhor the title.  Brooke S., bless her heart, looks a little older than she did waay back in the toothpaste commercials with the baby.  They had to have been shot months ago.  Those same spots that concidently, BTW, were strategically placed within the show that she stars.  I do like that Andrew McC is a rich punk with a soft spot for Victory (Go Lindsay, Go!).  I, by the way, would have little to no problem with a guy sending a private jet for me…and a cupcake?!  The cupcake, to me, is more meaningful.  Maybe that’s because I love them and due to my stupid body’s “food sensitivities” I haven’t gotten to have one in months.  Well, expect for the mini-cupcake I had last night.

But miniature things don’t count.  Right?