1. Nick Lachey is the world’s worst host. He’s like a Ryan Seacrest wannabe whose main talent is showing off his freshly-bleached smile and reading awkwardly from cue cards.
2. That chick from the Pussycat Dolls is the world’s worst judge. Here is a bit of musical assessment I committed to memory from Monday’s show:
You guys. You guys are touching the real thing. You guys are the real thing. You give me chills. You are the bomb.
Okay, so maybe that wasn’t quite verbatim. But she makes Paula Abdul look like a freaking musical scholar.
3. Every group gets these ridiculous matchy-matchy outfits that are really atrocious but I really kind of love anyway.
So by this description, this sounds like yet another edition of Jessica’s GuiltyTelevision habits. Equal parts awful & awesome.
But.
BUT.
IT’S A CAPPELLA!
A CAPPELLA IS DE FACTO AWESOME!!!!
I really do love a cappella music, down to my bones. It’s just so fun and lively and makes me feel all warm and fuzzy to listen to. I love hearing the lyrics to songs I thought I knew, and I love discovering great songs of all genres that I would probably never listen to if I hadn’t heard it first, a cappella. Most good a cappella groups have a sense of humor, too, and my love for comedy songs cannot be understated.
And even though it’s silly and campy, you do have to pack some serious talent to have it all sound good and not like a big train wreck of crap. I sang a cappella for two years or so in college and it was some of the most fun I’ve ever had. It’s a rush to perform and to listen to.
Oh, and Ben Folds is a host, effectively doubling any previously established awesome.
Anyway, the show is basically American Idol for a cappella groups of all sorts. It’s a short run – only 5 episodes – and groups are eliminated each night.
I’m rooting for On the Rox from University of Oregon, because they are really energetic and so far, have really interesting arrangements.
And, The Whiffenpoofs from Yale. Because even though they are pretty cocky “We Invented A Cappella” dudes, they have the right to be!
So despite Nick Lachey’s complete lack of charisma, I am tuning in and loving it.
I want to marry you. If you’d forgive my obligations to the Icy Hot Inventor.
I never buy albums, but I’m glad I bought yours.
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Dear Guy at the 7-11,
Thanks a whole ton for charging me a dollar six for a cup of ice.
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Dear Starbucks Doubleshot,
You are the reason I wake up in the morning.
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Dear Library Science Professor,
Please have pity on my poor grade and my only recently apparent lack of understanding of the material. I promise that once I get a real library job, I won’t attempt to do real research without assistance from an expert.
I hope you know that your blog is the #1 Most Awesome Thing.
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Dear Peachy Peach Pie,
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!
You are one year old today. We are so proud of you! Except when you bite us. You should probably start growing out of that soon.
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Dear Simmons College Administrators and Higher Ups,
Thank you for providing us students some useful accoutrement of learning, such as 400 free pages of printing each semester, copy machines that sometimes work, and food service stations that only charge you a quarter for a cup of ice.
However, I speak for the general student population when I request the following accomodations:
1) Said food service stations should have Saturday and Sunday hours. Much like the Graduate Student, Caffeine Addiction never takes a weekend off.
2) We students deserve access to staplers that are able fasten together more than 10 pages without the back page flying off and disappearing in our bookbags.
If you would like to use some of my tuition money for this purpose, I would readily encourage your endeavors. One credit hour should cover 75,000 cups of ice and 200 or so gold plated, high-efficiency staplers.
Would it have killed you to stop writing after… oh… 400 pages?
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Dear Paper,
I see you have not written yourself in the past few weeks. I hope you will cooperate now that I am giving you my undivided attention.
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Dear NaNoWriMo Novel,
I’m not avoiding you because you suck… I just have other, graded things to worry about for the next few days.
Okay, maybe I’m avoiding you because you suck.
Sorry.
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Dear Non-Required Reading,
I’m waiting for you. We will have six luscious, wonderful weeks together, soon. Your patience will soon be rewarded… assuming I can keep you from the clutches of the Boston Public Library for a few more weeks.
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Dear Sisters,
What nonsense are we going to get into over Thanksgiving? Let’s make a Nonsense Plan.
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Dear Carbon Monoxide Detector,
WTF?? We did not all die in our sleep, so it seems unlikely that there was ACTUALLY deadly, invisible gas in our apartment last night at FOUR IN THE MORNING. I hope you feel bad about freaking my boyfriend out. And after I woke up to the freezing cold after opening all of our windows, just in case? We are officially fighting.
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Dear Only Other Two Girls On Campus This Early On A Sunday,
Did you really have to sit at the table next to me to talk about your Four Loko fueled evening? Out of all the tables in the entire school?? Good grief.
Thanks for holding out for so long into the fall. Although running sucks, I’m starting to get cranky when I can’t go, and I’m not quite sure how to run when it’s under 40 degrees outside yet, so thanks.
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Dear Daylight Savings,
YOU!
You are terrible.
Take a hint from Weather and help me out by not turning out the sun before I can get home and get my running clothes on.
I read one page of the book you sent me, and I instantly decided that I was not allowed to read another page until my required reading is done.
However, I did start watching No Reservations while I fold laundry, which is greatly improving the quality of my life.
So thanks for that 🙂
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Dear Internal Bodily Temperature Regulator,
Seriously, what is the deal. It can’t really be 2 degrees in every room I ever enter. Yesterday, I wore a long-sleeve shirt, a sweatshirt, thick socks, and a blanket, and it was 60 degrees out.
Are you broken?
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Dear Tomorrow Night,
I can’t wait to meet up. It’s going to be you, me, How I Met Your Mother, and some mad Speed Reading Skills. I might invite a bottle of wine, if you don’t mind company. Oh, and maybe this pie. Get ready. I’m going to blow your mind.
