killedwithkarate

I'm going to start off this journal with an interesting little tidbit: Members of Metric, Stars and Broken Social Scene went to my former high school. Maybe my dreams of regional rock stardom aren't as dead as I originally thought they were.

Here are five reasons I'm a huge dork:

1. Despite the fact that I'm really into opera, I was a musical theatre major in high school, so I've gradually been completely sucked into listening to it. On my play list right now, I've got: The 25th Annual Putnam County Spelling Bee, Avenue Q, Cabaret, Children of Eden, Dirty Rotten Scoundrels, Parade, Songs for a New World, Working, The Last Five Years, The Light in the Piazza, Assassins, Tick Tick Boom, Rent, West Side Story, Gypsy, Hedwig and the Angry Inch, Dreamgirls, Company, The Wild Party (Lippa Version), Is There Life After High School and Once on This Island.

I'm really taken by the lyrics in a lot of these musicals, so I'm going to have post some now.

"These are very popular, in Italy.
Its the land of naked marble boys.
Something we dont see a lot in Winston-Salem,
Thats the land of corduroys.
...
Everyones a mother here, in Italy.
Everyones a father, or a son.
I think if I had a child, I would take such care of her.
Then I wouldnt feel like one."

-"The Beauty Is" from The Light in the Piazza

"If I didn't believe in your
Then here's where the travelogue ends
If I didn't believe in you
I couldn't have stood before all of our friends
And said, "This is the life I choose-
This is the thing I can't bear to lose
Trip us or trap us, but we refuse to fall"
That's what I thought we agreed on, Cathy
If I hadn't believed in you
I wouldn't have loved you at all."

-"If I Didn't Believe in You" from The Last Five Years

"I will never understand
What I did to deserve you,
Or how to be the man
That I'm supposed to be.
I will never understand
If I live a thousand lifetimes
Why you did the things you did for me.
Just look at you -
How could I not be in love with you?
What kind of fool could have taken you
For granted for so long
...
All the wasted time
All the million hours.
Leaves too high to touch,
Roots too strong to fall.
All the days gone by
To never show I loved you so
And I never knew anything at all."

-"All the Wasted Time" from Parade

"Oh give me a home
Where the centerfolds roam
Guccione on the phone,
He got a party going on-
And Hef'll have me over
To play some naked Twister:
Blotto in the Grotto
With a Playmate and her sister.

Great Big Stuff
Rap stars'll love me!
Great Big Stuff
Get me a posse! A'ight!
Great Big Stuff

Chillin'in the city,
Sittin' pretty in the Caddy
With P. Daddy or Puff Diddy
-or whatever!
I'll change my name too!
I'll get my hatchback all pimped-out."

-"Great Big Stuff" from Dirty Rotten Scoundrels

2. I get up to very childish capers with my friends. For example: This past morning, my girl Bek decided to take a detour from our brunch plans to go to Hakim Optical, which is essentially the world's most ghetto optician and glasses shop known to man. She only sank that low because she needed the frames super fast. I mean, it's the type of place that runs commercials on our multicultural non-cable television station and has to have the announcer speak incredibly fast because they can't afford air time.

So, Bek heads off to get her eyes checked in some office, leaving my girl Devon and I to our own devices. BAD IDEA. Holy crap did we have a good time. We ended up being in there for close to an hour, just making snide comments and trying on HIDEOUS frames, including some pretty serious grandma glasses as well as glasses that could be best described using my dialogue while wearing them: "Hello. I am your new step grandfather. I am younger than your grandmother, but not much." You know, the semi-aviator looking types with the two bridges. Gah. Why do people wear stuff like that?

But no, that's not the best part. The different kiosks were labeled things like "Working woman", "the chairman", "big is beautiful" (WTF?) and so on. We found the holy grail when we found Hakim Optical's sallute to workplace safety. An entire line of hideous grandma/step grandfather/Harry Potter glasses with plastic sheathes on the side to keep your eyes safe while you work on your chemistry projects. Extra credit, naturally.

I guess you kind of had to be there, but the safety shrine had 2 hard hats and a pair of head phone styled sound blockers. So, naturally we danced around in the hard hats singing "Safety Dance" and then took turns wearing the sound blockers and going "WHAT? WHAT? SPEAK UP!"

We're uncool.

3. I love making lists, and I do it compulsively. This week alone, I've made lists of:

-Makeup Owned
-Clothing Owned
-Clothing to take away to California
-Clothing to move with me to Montreal
-CDs Owned
-DVDs Owned
-General Wishlists
-Kitchen Ustensils to move with me to Montreal
-Books Owned
-Books to move with me to Montreal
-Recipes
-Reasons I am a dork
-Lists I have made in the past week

I friggin' love doing inventory. Also, if I fuck up spelling, or even if the handwriting starts to get sloppy, I erase neatly and restart. Yeah, this coming from the girl who got off Celexa because she's out of the OCD woods... Right.

4. I have SO much guilty pleasure music. LateEdge would kill me. Here's a list of guilty pleasure songs currently on my playlist:

More Than a Woman - Aaliyah
One Thing - Amerie
La La - Ashlee Simpson
I'm With You - Avril Lavigne
Sk8er Boi - Avril Lavigne
Don't Phunk With My Heart - Black Eyed Peas
Overprotected - Britney Spears
Dip It Low - Christina Milian
La Gasolina - Daddy Yankee
Landslide - Dixie Chicks
Hollaback Girl - Gwen Steffani
Weird - Hanson
These Boots Are Made For Walking - Jessica Simpson
Baby It's You - Jojo and Lil' Bow Wow
Constant Craving - kd Lang
Milkshake - Kelis
Since U Been Gone - Kelly Clarkson
Gossip Folks - Missy Elliot
Is Anybody Home - Our Lady Peace
Truly Madly Deeply - Savage Garden
Apache (Tonto, Jump On It!) - Sugar Hill Gang

And I only feel guilty about a few of them. So suck it.

(See how much I love making lists?)

5. A few months ago, I had my 5th anniversary playing an online game. That's just ridiculously dorky. RIDICULOUSLY!

Now, here are a TON of pictures:























Here are some pictures of my bed room:











In case you were wondering, that last shot is of none other than Colonel Motherfuckin' Sanders. It looks like a plaster idol in an elderly Italian Catholic family would have on their lawn, but it's actually a piggy bank. Beauty, eh?

Everyone has to listen to "Crown" by Mason Jennings right now because it's beautiful.

I've got to head to bed, because in a few hours I'm heading to the farm wedding shower to end all farm wedding showers. They even sent out recipe cards along with the invitations so that each guest can help the bride amass enough meal ideas to last the duration of the marriage.

I'll close with a little note in rememberance of Twwly's dearly departed doggie. Rest in peace, Mr. Peterson. You're probably hanging out with my kitty Mr. Ber now, and I'm sure you guys will get along great.