I need to get on with my life

So tonight, my list of possible ways to pass the time consisted of mainly two options: reading my Interpersonal Communication book, or watching the Grammy's. And since I was craving some cocoa and still have not mastered the task of sipping a hot beverage while reading, I opted for the latter.

I still don't know if I chose wisely.

I think the Grammy's themselves could have been tolerated, if I had not first been victim to the E! Live at the Red Carpet event. I thought that since I was watching a taped recording of the event from eastern time, I would've been spared the awkward bouncing between Ryan and Giuliana. But no. I had to suffer through every terrible interview, including Jack Black's entourage. Ugh.

But I think what was even more frustrating was not the stars, but the wannabe himself, Ryan "Giant Tool" Seacrest, as I have now named him. I don't think there was a single person who he did not try to pull out a personal connection with. To John Mayer: "Well, we'll have to go to that one Mexican restaurant and talk about it over margaritas." Or to Carrie Underwood, Jordin Sparks, Fantasia, and Jennifer Hudson: "Man, how long ago were you on the show? It seems like it's been too long." Someone needs to get him a pet or something, so he can stop taking out his personal frustrations on celebrities via awkward interviews laden with sexual inuendos.

A few other notes of frustration: The Jonas Brothers do not belong on stage with Stevie Wonder. Coldplay is overrated. Even if you don't think you're going to win, spit out your gum so you aren't chewing it during your acceptance speech. And if I ever meet Jennifer Hudson, I will do two things: give her a giant hug (she seems like she would give really good hugs), and tell her she has the most amazing voice I've ever heard. End of story.

(For a complete list of winners, check here)