Beauty: Lazy Pain

Auugh. The person who said that beauty was worth the pain was lying. I don't know what' worse threading or waxing. Okay. They are relatively both small pains. But don't the smallest pains hurt the worst. Like paper cuts. I would rather have surgery on my kidneys than have twelve paper cuts. I know. But one surgery isn't too bad, in all likelihood I could just die or get new ones, perhaps pass out, and not feel the horriffic pain, it just wouldn't be as bad as those stupid paper cuts. Egh.

Personally I'm that lazy person that you see wearing their p.j's to school, and doing their homework on the computer because they are too lazy to get off of it. I mean, handwriting is so much harder, and lets face it, everything looks 12 times more pro when it's typed. Three cheers for spell check!

Let's just say, I'm never waxing, threading or doing anything of the kind again. Unless it's free. I love free stuff. Especiall facials. Who doesn't like those?

Broadway.

Defying gravity. I'm defying gravity, close my eyes and leap it's time to try defying gravity and you can't pull me down. I'm through accepting limits, because someone tells me so!

Ok. I'll stop now. That is a freziawking (freaking-awesome) song. I mean, I happen to be Broadway show geek. Maybe a little bit of a Andrew Lloyd lover, and yes, I am a Gleek. Still. Even after it started to supposedly suck. But it doesn't (Just letting you know, I was never a Finchel fan...Puckleberry forever!!!).

Okay. Ok. O.K off topic. I started watching musicals with my grandmother, while my parents went gallavanting somewhere or other. Cats, then Joseph and the Technicolor Coat, sooner or later I got into musicals such as Hey Dolly, and really anything with Barbara Streisand. Who is awesome. Just saying. Today I watch anything with a lot of singing, because hey, I have a thing for singers... Lets just say VH1 is a very watched channel in my house

The School of Life.

My mom works in a daycare. It must be what is the most interesting job in the world (other than Journo-Screenwriting, really anything to do with travel...eh maybe accounting that's pretty interesting...Just Kidding, lighten up!). She basically gets to enjoy observing the wonder that is the mind of a child, which for those who haven't been so fortunate to observe, is perpetually ongoing, and far more complex and reasoned than any adult I know. In fact, what adult would have a reason for everything, and an answer for the reason. Or at least, have the abiltiy to make when up when asked. Most adults, teens, or people in the middle would be like "eh...I dunno, 'cause I had to," they never question why, or think of the reason behind what they are doing it.

Toddlers are the most interesting. In fact just recently I learned something interesting about toddlers. They KNOW when to cry. {*Note: Names have been changed because well, A) it's not right to use someone else's name in a blog and B) I actually can't remember her name.} Jia was a very intuitive toddler, in fact so much so that she ran in to the glass door head first, fell on her bum, and started crying. When no one picked her up from her fall, or even came to comfort her, she stopped crying immediately, turned her head from side to side suspiciously, gave a giggle, got up, felt the door and went out to play.

As I watched this I felt a strange sort of fear and intimidation. Did she know more than she let on? Was she really a baby? Was she actually a man in disguise working for the FBI or CIA or something...were all babies??? All these questions ran through my mind as I stared at Jia playing on the swingset laughing with her buddies, and then I realized WHAT exactly I was thinking. A baby. In the law enforcement units. Well I had always thought that baby with a gun skit on youtube was hilarious. But this was downright insane.  However, in the end what I did know, is that babies, toddlers, and just little kiddies on a whole were a lot smarter than we take them for (and speaking to them in a baby voice is just making you look stupid.)

PC VS MAC

Why is technology so frustrating? We live in the 21st century, all we do is sit on our asses and type and stare off into alternate realties where demons and battle star galactica's are real! So why on earth do PC's and Mac's (even though we all know one *cough*PC's*cough* is better than the other) hate us. I mean they don't seem to think that we are worthy to communicate to. I have tried and tried to get my computer to try to work. But obviously iTunes doesn't want to sync anything at the moment, so I will be Neon Tree-less for a while.

 I have loved PC's all my life, I would never turn my back on them. But seriously if it stops working again while I'm in the middle of searching for a decent liberal arts college... SO HELP ME MERLIN (Yes I am a potterite, deal) I will let my dad buy me  a Mac out of fury.

I don't understand why a person would honestly think that a Mac is so *emphasis on the 'O'* much better than a PC. Both are technically personal computers. So what's all the hate about? It's all abowut how cool it is, it's like the package right? Ok, so it's white...and shiny. Well I'm brown and sparkly. I don't see anyone lining up to be my date to prom. Eh...that was a bad comeback but you get what I'm saying. It's what's inside that counts. I didn't get a date to prom because on the inside I'm a five year old that looks like she's 16. The Mac however get's millions, on good looks, and personally I think a worse personality. The Mac's mouse doesn't even go the right way, it's all twisty turny. Eh..

Rockband VS Guitarhero

I had honestly never played Rockband or Guitarhero very much until recently. My friends seem to think it's the next Karaoke...which technically it is for my friends. We basically all go over to one persons place and crowd around a mic or two singing "Living on a Prayer" or "Blitzkrieg Bop" and well "Sweet Home Alabama" is always a favorite (I actually thought Lynard Skynard was a person...not a band, which was embarrasing).

Until recently I hadn't noticed the differences between G.H and R.B, and honestly I'm too much of an amateur to be all like the controller settings are different and stuff and hope that I'm saying it correctly. But on a personal note, because I'm way too scared to do anything but drums and mic on either of them I would have to say that Rockband seems to be altogether easier, even with two mic's plugged in.

Oh well. Fun is fun. What can you do?

Love Actually...not.

I used to love the movie Love Actually. In fact it was so much my favorite movie I had the song "Love is all around us" memorized lyric par verse. I don't know particularly what that means but I hope its along the lines of memorization because thats what I was going for. Still I enjoyed seeing Hugh Grant shake his ass (...or arse if you want to be british) to the Pointer Sisters singing JUMP! But then the love stories were the best. Keira Knightly and Colin Firth, not to forget the unforgettable Christmas classics such as "All I want for Christmas is you!" - where the kid gets an anuresym thinking she doesn't love him as much as she loves EVERYONE in the crowd.

However I started this post with I used to love this movie. Why on earth should I not, when clearly there are so many good reasons to adore it, Hugh Grant's dancing noted in spectacular fashion. Well the reason being one of those stupid love stories. Yes I am one of those idiotic females that bawles over lifetime movies and eats ice cream by the two-pint-fuls (with cherries and chocolate sauce...don't judge me because I'm beautiful), unfortunately one of those stories came true for me...and no I am not the prime minister and I have not kissed a beautiful man on tely.

Yes, I must have wished, rather stupidly 'oh why won't anything like this happen to me' and now it has, but I'm not in the lovey dovey position, or even in the getting cozy wozy position. I'm in the shoot me now and ignore me position. I have fallen in love with a foreign exchange student from the deep south and I cannot for the life of me understand a word he says. Ok. That wasn't true. But it was funny. Actually it's more the fact that there is love in the movie if you get my drift. The whole concept of ever finding love while I remain a spinster that has many nieces and nephews to dote on, and tremendous amounts of dogs (because lets face it, I'm not a cat person), pisses me off.

Normality

When was it normal? I mean do you know, was your life ever what was considered a normality? In movies and t.v. people always seemed so perfect, so 'normal' but I never understood why. Was it the total lack of real problems? Or was it maybe their feelings had so much less emotion than ours?

Maybe thats why some actors are better than others, and thats what they mean when those directors start screaming "PUT FEELING INTO IT DAHHHHHHLING!!!! FEEEEEELING!!!"  I mean, obviously they didn't go to director college for nothing, paying insane tuition and getting mediocre movies as a result.

Personally I disregard normality as something I can ever have in my life. It seems rather impossible to obtain. My gym obssessed mother and my rather young looking middle aged father give me a different introspective on a highly sad life. Of course I am reminded that all these fantastic genes must pass down to me...hopefully pass down to me...but until then they remain a reminder of the odd life I lead.