Mmkay, so in 1996, a song came out. Said song had no lyrics and was absolutely amazing. And I was six years old.

I heard this song, at some point. I'm pretty sure that I was either warming up to it in dance class or cooling down to it in dance class. Or I heard it on the radio, though, given the selection of stations that my family listened to back in the day, I doubt it.

Fast forward twelve years to now.

The song is still stuck in my head.

And today, I finally found it.

I'm about to possibly sound highly shallow and horrible, but this article really kind of annoys me. I'm all for blogging about fashion worn by normal people, but honestly, the thing about models is that they're supposed to be versatile enough to pull off a look reminiscent of whatever (street fashion, I guess, in this case), while showcasing the clothes that they're supposed to be showcasing and looking above average doing it.

Maybe I'm getting the idea entirely wrong somewhere in there, but I know that I don't flip through Vogue and Elle to look at catwalk models that look like people I could see walking around my school. If I wanted to see real people, I'd go outside every once in a while.

I'm all for a plus size/real size/whatever size modeling industry breakthrough. I'm not advocating eating disorders (sorry, Janice Dickinson), and I totally support those European runways that banned models who were too skinny. I think that's great. I like it when people don't die. But that doesn't mean just anyone can stomp the runway. Unfair? Shut up. I can't do it, either, and you don't hear me complaining. Well, obviously you DO, but not about that.

Point: If you can make plus sized and real sized models work, more power to you, my fabulous young friend. But they still gotta be pretty. Or... couture, anyway, which I guess you wouldn't necessarily call pretty. (I was going to link a picture there, but it would have been mean. Moreso than I'm willing to be at this time, anyway.) (And I can't find any stills of Madame Carparts walking down the catwalk in a Dora bob. Probably because she hasn't. Also she's not couture. I'm so bitter!)

Baby got SIGNED. Oo-rah!

As February 20th, and hence the season premiere for ANTM, comes closer, it becomes harder and harder to resist looking up spoilers.

And that's what, 26 days away?

It's going to be a long, long cycle.

Also, I've decided that Dominique looks like a cross between Cycle 5 contestants Lisa and Coryn and has a Cycle 6 Jade-like glint in her eyes.

Bring it, Domino.

I'm ready.

So I was doing a crossword puzzle in this book of crossword puzzles, and then I got to Puzzle 25, 5-Across:

50. Ledger entry.

:(

R.I.P.

Hi, blog, I remember you. I have stuff to say.

CYCLE 10 GIRLS ARE IN DA HOUUUUUSE!

Or on the site, at least.

Right here.

Ewww, pre-show pictures. I know, right? Check the US Weekly group shot here. It's not fabolous, but it's something.

And now, my list, which will inevitably change over time, from favorite (1) to least favorite (14). Of course, least favorite often just means I have no idea and don't believe that the pre-show pictures can possibly be accurate. They're not, but I'll judge anyway.

1. Allison
2. Atalya
3. Marvita
4. Fatima
5. Claire
6. Anya
7. Dominique
8. Katarzyna
9. Whitney
10. Lauren
11. Kimberly
12. Aimee
13. Amy "Amis"
14. Stacy Ann

So, today we're going to play a game of word association. Only it's kind of phrase association.

Your phrase:

Sonoma State University.

Go!

Yeah, Cycle 2 is much, much better. Nigel's a guest, too, which is a pro. He is such a charmer. Mmmhm. Also really funny in this. REALLY funny.

And Nole is finally a little less useless. Yay!

Cycle 2 is better because Mr. Jay is love.

You know, knowing that the girl who won CNTM was anorexic makes all of her stupid tantrums and distinct annoyingness make sense.

*sigh*

How sad. Off to season 2, then, I suppose.