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Last week, I saw Julie and Julia and I felt all this comradery with Julie Powell as she whined about her blog. She was pouring her heart into this project, without any clue whether or not people were even reading it. She finally gets a comment... and it's from her mom. She and I are one in the same.

Except that I am not setting out on this amazing challenge to achieve any sort of goal. I'm just writing about nothing (but not like the Seinfeld kind of nothing), hoping that I can get some sort of audience. Granted, this summer has been pretty lackluster, and I haven't really been giving any readers much to look forward to, but it's always nice to be appreciated.

I clearly don't expect to become the next Julie Powell (Perez Hilton) and become a huge interlebrity, with movies and books and stuff, but a little fame would be pretty sweet. I want to become a more popular google search than Sandy Finkelstein the SARS doctor. And way more popular than Sandy Finkelstein the bowling alley manager.

Thank you and goodnight!

Hi, I'm the Worst Blogger Ever

If you didn't get this from the title, I am now officially the worst blogger ever. I have written two blog posts since the summer started, and witnessed so many things worth writing about. This time, I want to write about this cute little camp job I just did.

Camp Ramah in the Poconos FINALLY started a special needs camp, called the Tikvah Family Camp. A bunch of Jewish families with children with special needs came to my lovely camp and had a few rockin' days of Jews and games and swimming. I had never worked with special needs kids before and it was really cool. Also, the 7 year-old sisters of some of the kids with autism were OBSESSED with me, which is always nice.

Truthfully, it was just good to be back at camp again. With my Raelis and my clique (new clique, not the one from when I was a camper). Alright, the best friend just ordered me some Thai food, so I'm gonna head out. If you read this PLEASE force me to write another post soon, so that I don't have any more dry spells. Love you!

Marry Me Joe!

Okay, so I'm definitely more of a Nick, but at the concert of the Brothers Jonas, the tiny child sitting being me, Arika, and her sister was a total JoeHo.  Her tiny body produced such horrendous shrieks aimed towards Joe, that I could scarcely believe she was human.  But she looked human, so I'll buy into it.  

My sister, Molly, called me this morning and told me that my blog was in dire need of an update.  It has been months since I last wrote, but I get so few comments here that it's easier to believe that no one will read it, so who cares if I write?  But I like writing, and I like talking about the Jonas Brothers, so no h

arm.

Honor Society, a group of men much too old to be opening for the Jonas Brothers, opened for the Jonas Brothers.  They were fine.  Nothing special.  Yeah, I'm definitely no making the effort to iTunes them.  Ah, and then the phenom Wonder girls. And by phenom, I really mean painful.  "I want nobody nobody but you (clap clap) but you (clap)."  No, can't do it.

Like, how could I really take those girls seriously?  I suppose I am one of the few 21-year olds able to take Miley and the JoBros seriously, but even lil teeny bopper me can't make it work with Asian pop sensation, the Wonder Girls.

I can show some enthusiasm for third opening act (seriously?  three?  come on, bring on Nick, Joe, and even Kevin), Jordin Sparks.  I mean, I totally watched her on American Idol and I hear her songs on the radio all the time, so it was pretty cool. Even though I have never liked her song Tattoo.  Whatever.

Really there was nothing more exciting than the Jonas Brothers.  When they finally came on stage, I got so excited that I dug my nails into my hand and cut my finger. I'm a joke. They played a lot of stuff from their new album, Lines, Vines, and Trying Times, which I enjoy, but don't know as well as their other stuff.  So my attempts at singing along were horribly choppy and embarrassing. Especially in comparison to the surrounding pre-teens.  But then they played the stuff from A Little Bit Longer and Jonas Brothers and Camp Rock and I could totally rock in my Jonas element.  

Please feel free to mock away.  I have completely come to terms with my adolescent lameness.  I like the Jonas Brothers.  I like Disney Channel.  If you read my blog ever, it's horribly obvious and not news to you at all.  Thanks for reading this far!

Love, Sandy

Nah

Changed my mind.  Took me too long to write my next post and I missed my MTV Movie Awards time slot.  I have come to notice that although sometimes I write about random things that pop into my head, the best posts are ones that involve something that had recently happened or that I've recently enjoyed.  

Recently, I have enjoyed a precious day trip to New York with my family.  More specifically with my mom and sisters.  We went up to see Hair, because my mom has been dying to see it ever since she was 10 and saw it with her original family.  

All the mom wanted to do was see Hair and meet celebrities.  She claimed her only reason for bringing her camera was to take pictures of all the celebs she was bound to see in the magical city.  I could tell her that we were probably not going to see any, but c'mon, I saw Matt Damon when I was walking around once. 

Anyway, score! We got tickets to Hair and then walked around, look

ing for a place to get a mini-meal.  We passed a bunch of other theaters along the way with shows we wanted to see.  Oh right, the Tony's were last night!  I thought Rock of Ages looked cool.  All these fab bands "from the ages."  Also, I recognized Constantine from American Idol in the pictures outside the theater.  Apparently he is the lead.

We found our mini-meal place to eat nearby and grabbed food.  As we were ordering, I saw Constantine from American Idol and asked him if he was Constantine. Apparently he was.  I pretty much just recognized him because I had seen him on the wall at Rock of Ages a second earlier.  My mom, an avid American Idol fan, jumped at her chance to get her picture with a celeb, despite Constantine claiming his non-celebdom, and took like three pictures of us with him.  I blushed for the rest of 

the day.  After all of this, my mother asked me which one he was.  I guess memory really does go with old age.

MTV Movie Awards or Greek? MTV Movie Awards or Greek? MTV Movie Awards or Greek?

After much careful consideration, I have decided that I will discuss last night's Greek right now.  I swear beyond all swears that my next post will be about the MTV Movie Awards though, if only to discuss Miley's shoutout to the GOD.

I figure Greek is more timely, both because it was on last night and I 

watched it today AND because it shamelessly plugged Sims 3 which comes out today even though I am forbidden to get it and want it more than anything.  If I have any

secret fans that worship me from afar, respond to this and I'll send you an address to mail it to me at.

Anyway, the plotlines in this episode involved Casey's newfound loneliness,

Rusty's fledgling relationship with Jordan, Calvin's new gay roomie, and Evan and Cappie's secret society.  Because Casey and Rusty are the main characters, I'll go there (like Degrassi) first.

So Kostos went to London for a little while on some awesome sciency fellowship, leaving Casey sad and alone.  Especially now that she told Cappie that they could no longer be friends.  Unlike me and Rusty, she can't handle the solitude very well, so she tags along on my dear Betsy's date.  Which is at the same restaurant as Rusty's date. Wah wah, she ends up ruining both dates which pisses Rusty off to a whole new level. She keeps up the whole lonely and annoying thing for a while.  And it's pretty convincing because I'm totally annoyed. Ashleigh the Great helps her figure out what's wrong, she talks it out with Rusty, and score, all is well again.

I never wrote about last week, when Rusty and Jordan finally mated (ew, no idea why mated is the verb I chose to use.  Especially since they haven't had sex yet).  But Rusty is totally psyched and chooses to take her on a fab date.  The date has to rival Andy's level of cool, because he "dresses like a popstar."  Nice.  He amps up his game by acting fancy and giving his name as Cartwright, Russell at the restaurant.  It was cute and confused everyone around him.  

I'm glad I finally like Jordan again.  Maybe she almost has a constant character.  The only lame thing she did the entire episode was saying that a special date to her meant sneaking wine coolers into a movie.  C'mon, that isn't special to anyone.  The two of them are taking it semi-slow, so it may be a little while before anything major happens there.  They had all their drama already.

The latest bound-to-happen couple is Calvin and his new roommate Grant.  Who is pretty hot.  Calvin thinks so too, and it's pretty obvious that Grant feels the same way about Calvin.  They stared at eachother shirtless and it was pretty hot.  

Right, But Calvin says it can't happen because the house would feel too awk about it. Calvin is the only person there that Grant is out to so far.  It was actually such a great coming out, because Calvin didn't get it, and then felt super awkward.  But that conversation is bound to alienate watchers, since Calvin said that Entourage is unwatchable.  I'm somewhere in the middle on that one.  Oh, but back to coming out. Even though the house is cool with Calvin being gay, they pretty much agree that more than one gay Omega Chi might make them seem like the gay frat on campus.  Gah, this show is so good at pinpointing the way that I think people probably think and try to behave.

And while I think so much of it is realistic, I have no idea whether or not secret societies exist, or at least exist the way that they do.  Evan and Cappie are douchemoving (fighting) over the same girl again, but back off and apologize once they realize that she is mildly homicidal.  Oh yeah, they found that out during this whole reveal all your secrets deal, which totally wimped out, since they didn't even show Evan and Cappie's secrets.  Pathetic.  

Even though the secret thing didn't follow through, I think the episode did.  And the commercial where Rebecca and Ashleigh were playing SIms 3 totally made any mistakes the show has ever made worthwhile.  Maybe if I ever get Sims 3, I can recreate Ashleigh, and Rebecca, and Casey, and Rusty, and Calvin, and Cappie, and Evan, and Dale, and whoEVER I want.  So cool.  But yeah, I'm never gonna get it.  Until next time, AKA the MTV Movie Awards Post!

All and all

It sort of kills me, this whole not writing every day thing.  But I totally have cool things to talk about.  Eventually I'll talk about this week's Greek.  But that will probably have to wait until after the next episode and I'll mesh them.

Two things I want to talk about now.  Prince Eric and Taylor Swift.  Not really them together.  I like them both, but them as a couple doesn't really work for me.  Despite the fact that she completely owns the fairy tale thing in the "Love Story" video.  The two of them just impacted my week and I feel the need to give them some credit.  

I'll start with Prince Eric, because he got there first.  On Tuesday, I went to see The Little Mermaid on Broadway, despite its lukewarm reviews.  I enjoyed it.  But yeah, pretty lukewarm.  But we had awesome seats, right in the front row.  It was on the far right though, so we didn't have the greatest view of everything.  We did have a great view of Prince Eric.  This hottie, Sean Palmer played the lovely Eric.  He had a pretty voice and the most chiseled face I could ever imagine.  No wonder Stanford was so in love with him in the last season of Sex and the City.  It was sort of a Charlotte/Harry relationship, but with less passion.  And he was just so close to me. Maybe 8 feet away.

Taylor Swift was only 2 feet away.  Signing autographs and taking pictures.  She did the whole hold the camera out in front of her like on myspace thing.  Adorable.  I have some pictures from my phone, but can't find my phone right now to upload them.  I didn't get a picture with her or an autograph because these douchenozzles standing in front of me hogged all her time.  But I wasn't actually mad at the time because I was so thrilled to be in her presence.  In the rain.  

Actually, her hair looked amazing despite of the rain.  And her dress was all cool and sparkly.  With a really cute coat.  My sister described the experience on Seventeen.  Probably better than I could, but I might as well try.  Taylor sang "Love Story" before everything else, but then the music stopped as she was singing and she got super-confused.  Turns out it was just a sound check, but she rocked it anyway.  

She sang "Love Story" again when the show started, with all the same choreography.  It sounded amazing live, but when I watched it on DVR later that day, it wasn't nearly as good.  Weird how that works.  Then she sang "You Belong With Me," which is her biggest hit now, thanks to the extreme hotness of her video costar.  After that she sang "Teardrops on my Guitar," because it was her first hit.  But apparently that wasn't even on tv.  She just played that while they were airing news.  They did air her final song.  Which she didn't plan on performing.  She played "Our Song" and it was completely incredible.  Apparantly, she was only supposed to do three songs, so it was a fab surprise.  For us all.  Since I got 5 songs.

My favorite part was when she talked to Al Roker and Matt Lauer and the lady.  They asked her why she doesn't rebel by drinking or smoking.  She replied by saying that rebelling doesn't equal getting wasted for her.  It's writing totally honest songs and putting people's names in them.  Those people don't really talk to her anymore.  She was just so adorable, I don't see why they wouldn't want to talk to her.  I guess Drew, Cory, Stephen, and Joe aren't too thrilled about the publicity.

THE END

I Miss You, Blog

I haven't written hear in a while.  It's totally sad. Maybe I should blame it on the three- day birthday festivities.  Okay, done, blamed.  Now, I know that I didn't do a Greekap this week, but that's because I haven't watched it yet.  I'm gonna go watch it now, so bye.