6:27 p.m.

I'm going to talk about the Oscars. How original of me.

Anyway, I didn't watch the whole thing 'cause I had to, you know, sleep and junk. Chris Rock did a fine job, not unlike the stale white-man jokes of Billy Crystal. It was pretty boring for the most part, but I'm fairly pleased with the results (RYAN won! GO CANADA!).

Poor Martin Scorcese though. Why he didn't win ages ago for Raging Bull is beyond me. But there's always next year.

Ugh, Béyoncé, GO AWAY! Honestly, nobody should sing a French song unless they're a) Francophone or b) at least a little competent about French pronunciation. She MASSACRED that song from Les Choristes. Yuck. And Antonio Banderas with his dirt-bag looks...not appealing. I mean, as an actor, the guy is fine, but his singing made me cringe.

I finally know who Chad Lowe is! All this time, I thought Chad Lowe was the guy from The West Wing. Turns out that's Rob Lowe. G'doing...I'm dumb.

Anyway, last night I wished I was at the post-Oscar party scene rather than in my boring house dreading boring school (which, was, btw, very boring).