i'm going to burn in hell
OR ...
i want to drink with the hobbits!

i know i'm being selfish for saying this, but i was actually relieved to hear that mraz did not receive a grammy nomination. granted, much of my rationale is based on the fact that i still cling to the hope of seeing him perform in an intimate setting sometime soon - without the teenage, squealing girls rushing the stage.

but i have a reasonable justification for it as well. i just don't think "wfmrtc" is grammy-calibar material. it's good. hell, i've been listening to it constantly for over a year now - obviously i love it. but do i think it's his best showcase? definitely not. do i think it would be best for him, career-wise, to win a grammy for the effort? nope. do i think mayer deserved a grammy for his effort? absolutely not. look what happened to him ... i don't want mraz going down the same path.

so i may be burning in hell for saying it, but i'm glad. wait an album or two, really show your worth and then, by all means, walk out of the awards ceremony with a truckload of grammy awards.

in other news ... i'm also a huge movie dork at the moment, as i'm realizing how close i am to finally seeing "return of the king." while i can't wait to see it, i can't believe a year has already gone by ... good lord. while at beth's this evening, i watched a primetime special on the movie ... beth's right - when i can identify peter jackson's favorite childhood movie before he does, i need to cut down on the research.

but there was a sequence in which the reporter hung out with the hobbits for some drink and merriment ... i want to drink with the hobbits! is that really so much to ask?

i was talking about the apartment tonight and made reference to it as "home." this brought me joy. i love the place ... while i'm in proctor tonight, i spent the past two nights in my quirky apartment and it was grand. i'm slowly moving up everything and the place is starting to sound less echoey and feel more like a home. waking up this morning, i looked out from my bed to one of my bedroom windows, where i saw big fluffy flakes of snow falling. to be able to curl up under the warm covers and sleep for another half hour without the dread of a 90-minute (in good weather, more like 2 hours in bad) commute made me drift back to snoozing with a smile on my face.