Nothing Keeps Me Warm Like Stage Lights...

I quite naturally run below temperature I'm usually at least 1.5 degrees short of the normal 98.6 degrees that is normal. I'm just cold like that...I don't know why. I do know that for at least two hours after I was off that stage I was still positively burning up. I absolutely detest stage lights...so why was I somewhere with stage lights? The answer lies in the fact that I love to sing...and that my band and I just so happen to have won a competition (If you could call it a competition) last year. We went to a foreign language festival of sorts (more of a nerd fest but hey I'm a nerd) and there was a talent show, my boyfriend who just so happens to be Mexican decided he could teach the whitest girl on the planet to sing a song all in Spanish...and so he did...we won the competition....people were asking if I was Argentinean...asking if we had merchandise...asking if we were going to be playing at the local venues. No, no, and no. No, I am not Argentinian...I am quarter Italian and a fraction of a million other things. No, we don't have merchandise we can't even truly practice because every ten minutes one of the boys wants pizza. No, we won't be playing at the local venues...we don't have any original material finished. We have lyrics courtesy of me, we have guitar riffs courtesy of my fluffy haired boyfriend, we have some nice drum and bass parts courtesy of one whiny blonde boy, and one mutual friend...but NOTHING goes together. I suppose that's what happens when one person likes progressive/conceptual music, one likes new punk, one likes classical and metal, and another likes hair metal...ENTIRELY different views on what the music should sound like. Regaurdless of the fact that we don't have any material...I don't really want to play at any local venues anyway...center stage is a bittersweet place for me. I both love and hate attention. I'm horribly shy and afraid of dissappointing. Still...the boyfriend is determined to get me out of my shell...and he rarely fails when he sets his mind to something so we'll see where all of this goes.

So...

I have no time to do with this blog what I really wanted to do with it...in fact....I've all but forgotten what I originally wanted to do. I do know that I wanted to be a bit more faithful in updating it...and I simply am not. My posts are sporadic at best. I want to start posting some of my poems, some of my lyrics and some of my random narratives from the underdeveloped characters that I do indeed intend to some day name. I am not certain if I want to make that a new blog entirely...or if I want to add it to my random posts here. I'll probably contemplate this for a few days...or maybe I'll decide in an hour....it all just depends...cause I'm just random like that.

Picture It!

Picture it! Walking to work...after a day of being sick....oh the joy! The excitement! The anticipation! I simply can not WAIT...to get to work. However...on the way to my workplace I get an idea...one that most assuredly must be written down...because...I am after all...a completely miserable artist...I am forced to write things down...to paint a picture with my words so that maybe...I can get my wonderful idea across to someone else. So far...everything is fine I have the idea in mind...and it just keeps expanding with every step I take towards work. The sarcasm to my excitement has disappeared at this point...I was genuinely excited to see how the idea would unfold what it would be by the time I reached my destination...it truly was amazing...something I could have worked with. I went to my desk....ready to write every word down that I had planned...and then....I FORGOT IT ALL. There was no time to try to remember either...the phones started ringing off the hook and that was the end of that.... Through out my miserable shift I managed to remember maybe three sentences of what should have been at least a page and a half...I really liked that one too. :((

This Isn't Like Us Anyway

So let's recap my week real quick for those of you, (like anyone's reading ha!) who weren't there. I planned on hanging out with friends, I planned on cleaning my room, I planned on getting AHEAD in my homework. Joyful...productive...beautiful. Too bad one of my best friend's parents are freaking Nazis.

The group of people that I hung out with just this Monday is the LEAST rebellious group of people you could meet, minus my annoying habbit for saying things no one else will, and my fluffy haired boyfriend's overt pervertedness. I mean...seriously, the group of people that I was with seriously have not LIVED...myself included, but the other two made my boyfriend and I look like we'd lived, love and lived some more as I like to put it. Too bad that whole "hanging out" thing won't be happening anymore. Because my boyfriend just so happens to have been as he, not I, puts it "cursed" with beast hair, (see above picture) my friend's parents decided he was a pot smoker. Becuase my boyfriend deffinately chose his genes. Riiight. Well....the friend with the Nazi parents decided to sneak out....Deff. not like any of us to do. What could go wrong though, he was supposed to be at the school all day anyway, he'd just call his parents and say stuff went over late. Nope...we wrecked...and his parents drove by...joy-fucking-ous.

Needless to say...I got nothing done that I'd planned on. However...My boyfriend's Palamalu jersey came in (he insisted I took a pic of him in it right away which worked just fine for me)...waaayyy after the superbowl is over.