She's Got a Whale Tail.

I feel like a loser. This is my 150th post. One might celebrate that, but since I started this blog during the time I moved back to PA (2008), that isn't really such a huge accomplishment. Let's all hope that blogger is wrong, and this is really my 1150th post. Or at least my 180th post.

Reaching 150 in the span of 3 years isn't even a reason to get an "honorable mention". If my blog were in the blog Olympics, it'd be the blog that overslept on the day of competition.

My last truly momentous post was my 100th post. It was written in 2009. And not even late 2009 - January 26th, 2009.

Anyway.

So, I didn't really watch the Grammys. I finally gave in to Grammy temptation during Cee-lo's set, which seemed like some horrible/awesome dream. I didn't even notice Paltrow was there, based on how blinded I was by Muppets and colors. Then I saw Katy Perry play under wedding footage of her and Russell - which was pretty cool. Then I shut it off, and woke up to learn Arcade Fire had won.

The backlash of this win has seriously made my week so far. I'm sure by now you've all seen the Who Is Arcade Fire tumblr, which I must give someone insane kudos for. Come on guys - don't you remember the trailer for Where The Wild Things Are? That's when the band sold out and totally went mainstream. And you've totally heard of them. That trailer alone caused "Wake Up" to be on repeat on my iTunes for about 45 months. I played it so hard that my computer fell apart. Since I've seen it, you've totally seen it.

This weekend, I was able to celebrate my birthday with two of my favorite people - Dad and Leigh. (Aw, I bet you thought I was going to say people who weren't my immediate family. But I went with my immediate family. Sorry.)

I pretty much hid from all NJ friends (so if you're pissed off that I was in town for 24 hours, I avoided everyone except for the aforementioned people above) since I didn't want to cram so much stuff within such a short amount of time, and sister-time was a high need.

I also spent a lot of delicious quality time with my cake of choice. Fudgey the Fucking Whale, bitches! (Wikipedia told me his official name is spelled 'Fudgie". I guess I can get behind that from here on out.) I didn't even think cake was an option, especially the world famous whale ice cream cake of my dreams. This is perhaps my third or fourth birthday in which the whale was present, but I must say, this one ranks as the #1...

...Solely because I gave Leigh full permission to write whatever she wanted on top of the cake. And she secretly did. In fact, I didn't know what the cake said until it was presented to me in the kitchen. Behold!

Leigh (who is, note, older than me) and I have a specific bond over ice cream cake messages. Although our parents were not pleased with the "Happy New Glasses!" Anniversary cake we got them about a decade or so ago, we - to this day - think it was hilarious. Get a sense of humor, Dad! Happy Anniversary!

Here are some of the phrases I thought would top the cake. Leigh admits that most of them are a good idea, yet a bit too cruel. I would have accepted them anyway.

1. You're Adopted.
2. Happy Birthday Second Favorite Daughter.
3. Happy Birthday One Month Ago.
4. I Hate You.
5. Happy 37th Birthday.

I have nine good months - to the day! - till I can prep for Leigh's next birthday, so I will take all suggestions in order to continue this tradition of wonderful cake revenge.

And finally! Survivor starts again tomorrow? Huh. I really hope they cast a bunch of attractive, cruel jerks, since they never do that!

I'm actually a bit miffed that Russell and "Boston Rob" are coming back. A secret pet peeve of mine include people who are famous solely for being on Survivor more than once. I can understand going on the show at max, twice, but more than that? Get a life already! Move on!

(I was going to have a picture of Jeff Probst on here to celebrate, but thanks to google images, I now know what a naked Jeff Probst looks like. I'm not going to lie to you - I'm kind of scarred. And it was on the first page! Bleeaghhh! INTERNET!)

I'm considering doing a recap like I used to for Project Runway, but in order for me to proceed, I need to know at least one of you cares!

That's it for now. Don't google Jeff Probst. Ok, bye.