  Awww ye-ah! I Love the 90s will air on July 12th! For all of us sad, weird, underage VH1 clip show fans, it is truly a triumph. Plus, I'll actually know the stuff this time. Boys bands! Grunge "fashion"! Glitter as makeup! Will Smith songs without cuss words! FUCK YAH! --------------- Why is it that I still love Cheryl Crow after all these years of being a mediocre guitar player and a decent voiced singer?
I guess listening to "Soak Up the Sun" on a rainy Saturday appeals to my inner irony. So Anna Dunn is now a member of drill team. Shit. Since our cheer squad has no talent, Drill is the equivalent of the stereotypical self-obsessed, perky teenage girls. They're a really great team, though, I guess I should give them that. I'm hoping that Anna won't be affected by their Abercrombie-worshipping, bulimic-wannabe, minimal GPA asses.
--------------- Well, my earlobes are pierced. I really thought it was going to be painful. But actually, it doesn't hurt anymore than getting your finger stapled-- in fact, that's exactly what it feels like. (Not that I would know...) I have to wear the Stainless Steal studs for six weeks. I think that they balance out my gigantic head. Which is nice, because no one likes to look like a lollipop. More importantly, I have found a new magazine obsession. It started as a zine, I believe. BUST ("For women who need to get something off their chests") is absolutely amazing.
I suppose I could have down without the vibrator review (I swear to god, it's called a "Trigasm"; think about it. ) but otherwise I loved it's unabashed feminism. Actually, I consider myself a humanist, but definitely agree with the sort of things Bust had to say. Tina Fey was on the cover, and there was a great article about her being "Geek Chic". I love that woman.
She's basically a less geeky version of Sarah Vowell who happens to wear less black. Sarah's humor is more subtle, and more often than not it's history related (" Gallows Hill, Andersonville... it could be, could be worse . ") --------------- I can hear summer calling my name. It's hiding past the rain clouds and two more weeks of school. Affectionately... Anna 
