First thing first: check out this very cool video I heard about this weekend.

http://youtube.com/watch?v=49IDp76kjPw

Secondly, Happy Post Oscars Day!

Some thoughts on last night's show:

1. George Clooney as best Supporting actor. Meh. But who was that dude sitting next to him? THAT'S what I want to know. That was MY seat, dammit.

2. Rachel Weisz - best supporting actress. Didn't see the movie. Didn't really see any of the others, either, so no judgement.

3. Philip Seymour Hoffman - Best Actor. Ok. Good performance. Don't think it was much of a leap, if you catch my drift. Guy could've tried to look a little more OSCAR - a haircut, perhaps. Some styling gel? Awful. Awful.

4. Reese Witherspoon - Best Actress. I like her. Very classy. Good mother. Grew up watching her - she's my age, and I remember watching her very first movie in junior high school and loving it. She also sang in 'Walk The Line,' and I just must say - Reese has a better voice than June Carter.

5. Crash - Best Picture. I picked this in the Oscar pool. So, yay for me.

What else? hmmm.

Saw Van Morrison on Saturday night. Very unexpected. My ticket said 7:30. Van Morrison (or is it just Van?) walked on stage at ... 7:30! He then sang for nearly 2 hours straight. Half the audience was still at the bar for his first 3 songs. It was an interesting night - he performed mainly country western and covers, only giving in to the audience twice with Moondance and Brown-Eyed Girl. My favorite part, though, was his backup singers. 2 women, clearly in the later end of their 50's, haircuts like my mom and on the more Botticelli side. Fantastic! All in all though, a fun night of good, blue-sy music.

Feigned good spirits is over. Stop reading here. I'll be ranting for a few.

And on the personal side: Not good. Living situation is not as I expected. (note to my Jersey readers - NOT TO GET BACK TO THE PARENTS PLEASE).

I'm also feeling very humiliated these days. Is that normal? I feel like I was once a really smart girl. No nonsense, no bullshit, really smart. But I was duped into believing something that was a total and complete lie. I was embarrassed in front of my friends, and proven to be a total fool. And to top it off, after being humiliated like that, I'm still being punished by having to return to a life I thought I left in Hollywood. Yes, it was a choice, but not the one I would have liked to have made. I would have liked for something else. I would have liked to not been living a lie for months. I would have liked to not be continually punished for it. I didn't do anything wrong, GODDAMNIT. It's not fucking fair.

Yes, I'm being petty and selfish right now. There are many more important things happening in the world. I could be dying. I could be homeless. But for once, that thought doesn't seem to be helping. I gave up an awful lot just because someone decided he didn't love me anymore. Because I was apparently a horrible roommate, a horrible girlfriend, a horrible friend. And yet, I had to leave. Strange.

Angry today. Sorry.