I, like most of us, am sick to death of the MTV Video Music Awards even though I can’t remember the last time I actually sat down and made an effort to watch it from beginning to end. The show isn’t so much the horrible car wreck we couldn’t take our eyes off than it is an annoying fender bender that unnecessarily holds up traffic. You strain to catch a glimpse of gore and limbs, anything good, but it ultimately ends in disappointment. As one ONTDer pointed out, MTV has a lot of nerve to host a Video Music Awards when 90% of their broadcast are consumed with reruns of The Hills.

The only way I managed to catch Britney Spears’ much talked about performance (and, really, can we even call it a performance?) was by catching a clip of it on Youtube. What can be said about Ms. Spears’s interpretive dance at the VMA’s that hasn’t been said before. Ditto, internet, ditto.

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 we’ll 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.

I only saw Sunday’s episode of Grey’s Anatomy today. This means I’m am completely and totally racked with nervous apprehension for Monday’s episode which is still sitting unviewed in my DVR. They can’t possibly kill off Burke or Denny unless the writers of the show are intent on breaking my sensitive little heart. Izzie, on the other hand, after her hysteria, I could do without.

I was celebrating my boyfriend’s 25th boyfriend last night which I suppose is more important than the season finale of Grey’s Anatomy. We ate dinner at Bucca di Beppo, a local italian restaurant and then headed over to the Enzian theater to watch Art School Confidential. The trailer for the film was pretty much compiled from the funniest clips and you’d probably be better off watching that a few times than the actual movie. A few of the scenes that were meant to be funny simply came off as needless, cheap filler. The artistic protagonist of the film, Jerome, rooms with three other eccentric aspiring artists: a filmaker and a fashion designer. The fashion designer is effeminate and immediately presumed to be gay until he reveals he has a girlfriend. There is a beat of silence where the audience is supposed to chuckle (we don’t) because we all know he’ll later announce that he’s actually gay (which he does). I’m pretty sure homosexually can successfully be the butt of a joke in some other manner, a way that isn’t so predictably stupid.

I also saw Goal: The Dream Begins this past weekend, but I really want to dedicate an entire entry to describing the perfect bone structure of the leading male Kuno Becker.

The birthday celebration continues tonight as my boyfriend and I head over to a club called The Social to catch Imogen Heap in concert. I heard her first when she was a part of Frou Frou and couldn’t get enough since. I’m extremely excited, in fact, I think I just peed a little.