


Jena Malone was there, as well, and I was stoked to meet her. I've always enjoyed her work - especially in Stepmom. She was much nicer than one of her co-stars (I'm looking at you, Macauley); although they all posed for a picture, so I should just be happy with that, right? :)
How is it Monday already? Weren't we just having a Friday? What gives? Apparently spending the weekend sick in bed doesn't make time stand still. Blurgh. Woke up sick yet again, but hopefully it'll go away in time. Maybe. My boss keeps asking why I won't go to the doctor, but what's he going to say? For $20 he'll say I've got a cold. No surprise there. I knew that already. Sheesh.
I probably should've stayed in bed, but I didn't want to use more vacation time. I'm going to see how long I last out of bed today. So far so good, but it's still early. Hopefully I'll be OK.
I love this couple so much, I'm not even going to make a crack about him stealing his scarf from the set of Pirates of the Caribbean.
Normally I'm a big fan of the flower clip, but for some reason Melissa Joan Hart isn't pulling it off. Clarissa needs to explain why going Indian isn't a good look in general.
Egads. What's this? Katie smiling while walking with TC? Boo.
At the time, they were still married and Jenny starred in the movie. They were both incredibly nice, especially Jon. Super cutie. I haven't heard much about him lately; I wonder what he's been up to?
Hopefully I'll be able to get up tomorrow and get into work. Maybe I'll just go in early and leave early in the afternoon. I just want to stop feeling so blech! Can't I just wave a wand and make it all go away?
You know, it can't be easy to be Alexa Ray Joel. Bless her heart. I've always had a bit of a soft spot for her. I mean, despite reaching a fair amount of success on her own with her singing career, the fact remains that having a mom who looks like this:
is never going to be good for her self-esteem. Sadly, her father, while incredibly talented, looks like this:
At the time, I didn't find him to be particularly nice or friendly, but he was in the middle of filming and someone waiting for a picture might be annoying. Still, he did take the picture, which is always appreciated. :)
Heidi and I went to see The Blind Side last night - hurray! I've been wanting to see it since it came out last week. As expected, it was fantastic. Sandra Bullock was amazing and it was just such an inspirational story. The only bad thing about last night was that somehow ended up in the Freak Section of the theater, where every last person around us was either talking or texting. The girl next to me was actually responding to the questions on the film out loud. For example, if someone said, "How are you?" she'd say, "Fine, thanks." Um....what?!?!? It took every last bit of restraint I had not to wig out on her. It was bizarre to say the least.
Today I've been taking it easy - watching the rest of Mad Men and crocheting (surprise). My cold doesn't seem to be getting better - it's now in my chest and killing me. Kill me now.
I find it odd to see Miley Cyrus wearing a Jonas Brothers t-shirt (especially when she dated the youngest Jonai).
You know, normally I think Chelsea Handler is a really pretty lady, but apparently standing next to Jenny McCarthy and Jennifer Aniston sucks the beauty out of you.
Um, Reese? What's with the purple tights and purple shorts? And, um, boots? Really?
Well, I'm out of bed, which is about as good as it gets right now. My cold seems to be getting worse by the day, which is odd because you'd think I'd be getting better. Oh, wait. That might require actual rest and not crocheting every piece of yarn in my house. Blurgh. This weekend I plan to take it easy, although I think I'm hitting a matinee with Heidi today - finally going to see The Blind Side (hooray!). I'm also getting more Mad Men in the mail - double hooray! I can't seem to get enough Mad Men right now. Triple love it.
Of course, it's not like he knows me personally. In fact, I've only had one encounter with him - but in that brief interlude, he made it clear that he hates me. When I asked him for a picture, he pretty much yelled, "After this one, it's the LAST one! I'm done!" Um, OK. Oh, and in case you're wondering if I'm just over-reacting, other people I know said he was nice to them, which proves my point: John C. Reilly hates me. Perhaps he's allergic to pink?