So, I should go to sleep, but I'm enjoying my clean room so much, I don't want to sleep. I am tired. My TV is so scrambled, and I'm not in the mood to read, so I'm watching a tape of Joe vs the Volcano. Yeah, not a good movie, but it has moments that make me feel happy, so it's good for me.

So the VMAs. I wasn't crazy about the show overall, I have to say. I sat amongst a few Chicago kids and some RR 11 kids as well. This is not to belittle them, I refer to myself as a kid as well. Anyway, the performances were the best, and this refers to Jimmy Falons opening performance. That was great. Shakira had amazing energy, I LOVED the P. Diddy thing, and all the rest was great too. Wasn't crazy about Justin Timberlake BEING Michael Jackson, and that Ja Rule/Ashanti thing was boring in my opinion. It was fun though. I liked Pink's acceptance speech, however Michelle Branch sounded stupid with that whole drunk comment. I'm sorry, isn't she like 13? Yeah, Pink only turned 21 this week I think, but she's Pink...she can be drunk if she wants. Also, I read somewhere that it was pretty fucked up that Branch won a Viewers' Choice award but didn't thank her fans. Oh, AND I thought it was fucked up when she said she was going to leave because she didn't think she'd win. That's cool, Shelley, so you were only staying for yourself and the booz, not to support the other artists? Bold statement for a newtimer.

I have beef with Avril Levine as well. I was liking her. Complicated grew on me after I made fun of it enough times, and I was becoming a fan of sorts until her blatant diss of Kelly Clarkson, which you all know is a big fat no-no with me. Don't act better that Kelly, Avril. You wouldn't have made it to round two on Idol, and I don't believe anyone is asking YOU to sing the national anthem on September 11th. Then all that shit about having waited for this a long time. I can hear that from Robin Williams when he won an academy award, and I hope to hear that from Annette Benning and Cate Blanchette one day, but not from a four year old with one hit song. Yeah, I wouldn't be so hard on her if she hugged Kelly back. That's my girl. God, I want her life.

Well, some of you may have known about the Steve Madden promotion that Kyle was doing. Basically Steve Madden calls him up and asks him to help them out since they are a new MTV sponsor, which is so cool, by the way. There's a whole "Win a Dream Date with Kyle" thingy, and a bazillion people submitted their little names to spend an evening with the hottie from Real World. I had the priviledge of meeting this girl, and I'm excited that I have a website so I could publically express my disgust for this psycho bitch. She begins by telling us all that she didn't care about Kyle and just wanted to see this one band, which is not a cool thing to say to a group of Kyle's friends. Veronica was there (RR Semester at Sea), and goes to talk to this brat. "So, are you from here?"

"Um...what? Radio City Music Hall?" she responds with sarcasm dripping from her fangs. Veronica gives a little grin and then asks me what the fuck is wrong with this bitch. I respond that I do not know. She spends the whole time on her cell phone, and claims she is a model even though her cankles* were meaty enough to feed a small country if we sliced her up and cooked her real well. Can you get rid of bitch with enough salt and seasoning? (*cankles = calf/ankles - calves that go right into your foot without indentations)

I could go on about how psycho she is, but I don't care to talk about her too much. I can tell you that she made the contest organizer cry by saying she was being treated poorly (she received a manicure, dinner, and a limo her whole trip), and put her hand in the organizer's face saying to leave her alone. This woman was so sweet and kind. This winner whore, we'll call her Krissy, is the most ungrateful lame ass on this planet. I can also tell you that she almost got arrested at the VMAs when she stole her camera back from security before they handed it to her. Whatever, she's crazy.

Well, we go the P. Diddy party, the "Greatest Party of All Time" according to the Golden invitation. Problem is, we don't get in the P. Diddy party because we were wearing jeans. We knew we weren't supposed to wear dreams, but I liked my outfit, didn't feel like changing it, and we didn't care enough to get in. I feel so damn superficial and ridiculous, not to mention the fact that we're standing their recognized by every bouncer, police officer, and person in line, but it's not enough "celebrity" to get you in anywhere. As Simon would say, "It was pathetic." Ended up going to the Jimmy Falon party, which was spectacular. Everyone in jeans, comfortable and chilling out. Free booz, GORGEOUS lounge (Tribeca Grand). Couldn't have been a bad party, Britney Spears stayed and chilled all night. You can't get within a meter of her if you tried. She has a literal wall of security around her. Of course I would have loved to get drunk and walk up to her and call up her butt for a moment, but you can't even do that much. She keeps to herself and picks who she lets in. I'm older than her, damn it! If this were high school, she'd be carrying my goddamn books. Whatever, was a pleasant evening. Spent it with Kelley (RW New Orleans) and her date. The nicest guy, a pleasure to meet.

Got home at 4am. A really nice night, but not the best. I've had better nights hanging in the PP playing games with honey-filled pillows. Aahhh...it's all about simplicity.