Christina @ MindSay

I learned today that Hannah Montana, aka Miley Cyrus, is not only still alive, but is also making a 3D movie. WHO APPROVED THIS?!!??!?!?! Havent people realized that the only reason she is famous is because billy ray cyrus was getting low on funds (which is why he was forced to be on dancing with the stars) so he decided to whore out his own daughter? She pops out sugary-sweet, teenybopper songs that make any self-respecting adult want to rip their own arms off just so that they can stick the bloody stumps into their eardrums. I do have to admit that I watch her show from time to time, but that was only started because my dorm roommate would watch it incessantly and now I watch it when there is really nothing else on (thats what happens when you have no life *bangs head on desk*). If I ever start singing one of her songs..please someone kill me..in the most horrible fashion imaginable. I will admit that when I heard miley's new song, start all over, on the radio I wanted to be disemboweled because I found it catchy and actually like it *bashes in face with baseball bat full of nails* (keep in mind I did not know who the artist was at the time)

I saw a disgusting snippet of her new video while I was watching tv with my 11-year-old sister (who adores hannah montana). It is a disgrace to america (not as much as george bush though). everything was red, white and blue...seriously..like..EVERYTHING. I can envision the american flag crying and then throwing up. her outfit is even red white and blue. The fact that she is trying to be something that she is not makes me the most ill. first thing I noticed: she is wearing bondage pants..red bondage pants...WTF?! She is a scene kid..scene kids need to die. Also, for those who havent quite mastered the art of discerning boy vs girl, all of the extra girls have bright pink somewhere on their body, but for the most part the pink is plastered on with almost no skin to be found. Hell, they might as well painted these poor girls pink. The most amusing part of her disheveled and tired choreography is the fact that she has taken the macarena, removed a couple moves (she of course had to get rid of the pelvic movements..disney owns her soul), threw in a different move (where she sticks her arms straight out to the side and bends over like she does every time disney channel executives come near her) and then proceeds to dance this little hand and arm dance with the bastard children of the village people: an astronaut, a scuba diver, a cop, and a cowboy. And to top it all off, miley cyrus' persona in the video is like the prom night dumpster baby of Britney Spears, Christina Aguilara, and Avril Lavigne. She has the shitty britney dance moves, which means that only her arms, hands and face really move. Her hairstyle is a blatant and shitty rip-off of christina aguilara's "dirrty" phase, and her fashion sense is the clothes avril lavigne rejected.

Someone needs to put a bullet through this girl's head before she winds up living in a trailer park with her 8 children, her fat, hairy, lazy husband, 3 watch dogs, and massive piles of cats. All the while her tits are scraping the ground while she wheels herself around in her extra large hoverround because she lost a leg to diabetes, and shes so fat she can store whole meals in her warm, moist fat rolls.

I was so happy to come home after a long LSA meeting to find that my grandmother Torres and my sister had called. I listened to both messages before calling my grandmother. I think I got her out of bed but she was really gracious and assured me it didn't matter as she's not doing anything at the moment (due to retirement). I got my dad's home number from her as I had been having trouble when calling dad.

It was a very short conversation with her but she sounded well and told me my aunt Lilly is well too.

I called my sister next but I had to leave a message. I think I called her too late. I was disappointed as I really wanted to speak with her. My sister had left the message that the baby was born and didn't leave any other details which was a bit annoying because then I couldn't get a hold of her or anyone else.

I called my dad next and I was so happy to hear him again. We must have spoken for like an hour (mostly me) telling him all the stuff I've been up to since we last spoke. I told him about Kolya. Where he's living, what he's doing etc... I wanted to be sure to tell him about Kolya as I wouldn't want to totally surprise him one day with "serious relationship" news for things are going very well with Kolya and I. My dad was very supportive about it and told me he totally trusted any decision I made because he knew me to be responsible and intelligent. It's still nice to hear things like that from your dad :-)  My dad asked me to start savings my pennies for coming to see him. I told him jokingly that "who knows, maybe by next summer". Of course it's wishful thinking but I think it might actually be possible.

Honestly, I tried to write about this since I first saw a music video of Hurt by Christina Aguilera. Somehow, I lost for words to write. Maybe it was a coincidence, the song touches my heart deeply. It reminds me of my late father.

"I'm sorry for blaming you for everything I just couldn't do
And I've hurt myself
If I had just one more day, I would tell you how much that
I've missed you since you've been away"

My father died when I was 10. And am blaming him for all that I've been thru. Not until I realized, that am blaming myself because I don't know how to forgive myself. Forgiving... it is easy to say, but to look deeper into your soul and find it, like finding a needle in a hacksacks. Guess I'm lucky to find it!

"Would you tell me I was wrong?
Would you help me understand?
Are you looking down upon me?
Are you proud of who I am?
There's nothing I want to do
To have just one more chance
To look into your eyes and see you looking back"

I may not have my father besides me, but am glad that he was my father. He may not be around, but always in my heart. May God bless him, so I pray....

Christina Aguilera - Hurt (Acapella)

I woke up at 11 pm last night because my stupid ass slept all day yesterday, I hate when I sleep odd hours and being that I have this little medical problem, I'm way off balance.

It's now almost 1:30 am. I'm drinking water again as I am trying to not drink diet Pepsi, I hope that the carbonation taken out of my diet will allow me to lose some weight and help me becoem healthier.

I don't know how long it will last though, since I am already craving a diet Pepsi.

I need to go and hang out at Pathways today after I call and make an appointment to see a Gynecologist.

I sure hope everything is alright, I'm a little scared. I worry too much.

My girl Christina Aguilera just received a major compliment for her new album and it is finally setting her apart from the others who started their career as a Mouseketeer teeny bopper.

I've liked her since the start and I'm not much of a fan of Pop, but Christina to me is right up there with Mariah, she is an amazing vocalist and unlike even Mariah, she has never resorted to tabloid drama to keep her in the spotlight, she is a true R&B/Pop Diva with class and substance.

Today I'm going to buy her new CD which is suppose to be Billie Holiday'ish/ Etta James'ish, if so that will really make my day.

Billie Holiday and Etta James are two of my favorite female vocalists of all time right up there with Janis Joplin, Pink and Christina of course. Well I'm outta here. Have a nice day whoever reads this.

...and she is 53.  It appears I was a bit off in my guess, but oh well.  Doesn't phase me much.  She really doesn't look her age in the slightest.  I'm sure she probably thought I was crazy, although she didn't come out and say it.  All she did was answer me and then ask me my age.  Smiling as always.  Such a pretty smile...But there I go again.

I suppose that's really all I had to say.  Farewell for now.

~Rachel