Issi over at Odd-Ambitions pointed out an obvious typo made in my last entry. You might think I’m trying to cover up the fact that my boyfriend has 24 significant others but really, the number is more like 12 or 13. I tend to exaggerate.

Imogen Heap played an amazing show at The Social last night. Hipsters and overly enthusiastic fan-girls united to show the quirky, British-native some love. Despite the technical complications at the start of the show, she preformed beautifully. She pieced together every aspect of her songs using various electronic instruments and an Apple laptop. It was impressive and just so god damn trendy I can’t believe it.

I finally watched Monday’s half of Grey’s Anatomy and am still picking up the tiny pieces of my shattered, irreparable heart. I was told that Denny was only slated to appear in 8 episodes but this can never stop a girl from dreaming. I have a problem with death being the only exit strategy for temporary characters. I would have preferred if Denny had gone on a soul-searching vacation through the Himalayans. Meredith and Derek’s love triangle is getting out of hand and I hope it doesn’t develop into one of those situations in which well never actually see a relationship develop between the two of them but instead we’ll be left with a cheesy reunion scene once the series finally ends.

But just for the record, Patrick Dempsey and Chris O’Donnell have nothing on newcomer Kuno Becker, who is quite possibly more adorable than Gael García Bernal. Becker stars in the movie Goal: The Dream Begins and it turns out to be the longest dream I have ever had the opportunity to watch. Becker plays a good-natured illegal Mexican immigrant (MYTH!) who struggles to support his family and his dream of becoming a professional soccer player. The movie was long-winded with scenes that were so unnecessary that the entire film might have been better off as an HBO television series. It was relatively entertaining to watch with well done soccer scenes and a couple of cameos from famous players. The movie is meant to be a part of a trilogy which will chronicle his rise as a soccer superstar in the next two sequels. Even if the movie is riddled with plot holes (Can someone explain how this Mexican family managed to evade immigration police and child labor laws by having their 12 year old work in their lawn mowing business?) I will probably end up seeing the next two films to catch any frontal nudity scenes. C’mon, those players have got to take if off in the locker room at some point.