All of my favorite blogs of late are review type blogs--mostly makeup as it is my new obsession. So, I am going to give my review of various crap in my computer-aged homage to the blogs I love.

I just got back from seeing the movie "Wanted", and I actually loved it. I don't really like most movies--I generally just think of a movie as 2 hours of entertainment rather than something I like or dislike. There are the rare movies that I will actually form a lasting opinion on, and Wanted is one of those movies. I am not sure how much I would have loved it if it didn't star the most beautiful woman in the world, Angelina Jolie. She was a badass in the film and the lead guy had some really great badass moments as well. That's my review.

I was wondering what it must feel like to be the most beautiful woman in the world--and when did Angelina realize she is the holder of that title. She's gotta know, right? It is almost unreal how attractive she is. Kind of like how attractive I am, but I am the most beautiful woman in the universe. When I die, Angelina can take over my title.

I got a new phone that I am in love with--the blackberry curve--or the crackberry as the cool kids call it. I am not a tech head normally, but this phone is too amazing not to geek out over. I can download movies to it, take pictures with it, access the internet, and make phone calls with it. I love it and I got it on super-sale otherwise I would not have purchased it.

Sort of related--I cannot figure out how to get the pictures off of my old phone. I never could figure it out when I used it, so I just didn't use the camera on it. I lost the power cord, so I went to purchase a new one, but they didn't have any and I had already researched the curve..etc. The problem with the pictures is that I have a picture of a nude man on it and I wanted to give the phone away. I have a weird battery operated charger that has different adaptors, so I can charge up the phone and delete the pictures if I ever figure it out. I forgot I had this picture on the phone because it is kind of hard to access the saved pictures, so I never looked at them. It was frightening to find. I remember when I took it, he got mad and demanded I delete it. I lied and said I did and told him he could look on the phone for himself--all the while knowing it was nearly impossible to access the pictures. Since he couldn't find it, I now have his nude image on my phone and due to my recent veiwing, that image is scarred into my memory. I don't want to talk too much about this, but let me just say: love really is blind. Gross.