Grammy part the...sixth? Crap, I stopped counting.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! OMG AHHHH AHHH AHHH AHHH AHHH AHHH!!! *flails around and passes out*

Sorry.

And because I don't care about best R&B album, I'm going to wax poetic about Green Day's live performance now, as introduced by Mega-Dork Quentin Tarantino. Feel free to ignore me (as I'm sure you're all going to do except maybe Aztec, heh) (and is anyone surprised that Alicia Keyes won? No? didn't think so, MOVING ON) as I blather.

Quentin, you're a moron, but you're an adorable moron. Stick to directing movies with the occasional quirkie cameo appearance, though. Hee.

One of the reasons I love Green Day so much is the energy they unfailingly put into every performance. I swear I think Mike is gonna bust a vein every time I see him playing, and Billie has to run his ass all over the stage like he has the worst case of ADD on the face of the planet. (and SPEAKING OF SAID ASS, oh my GOD, so WEE and TIGHT PANTS and EYELINER and ARRRRRRRGGGGGH *thud*) I love those guys so much. And TRE! omg, Tre, you are the bomb.

I giggled when the crowd was all "AIEE WHOA" at the flames that went up halfway through American Idiot. Hee.

Okay, done now. I'll babble at Aztec later and spare you all.