I rented "Honey" last week and liked it a lot. It's about this hot hip-hop dancer that's trying to make a name for herself. The best part of the DVD was the special feature where you learn a hip-hop dance right in your own home. (Sorry to all y'all who missed out by seeing it in the theatre!) For some reason I was pretty giddy this morning and I just broke into the dance in my bedroom, and I totally got it! It was crazy because I was totally struggling when I was doing it with the dancers on the DVD but I totally got it this morning. Totally. I wonder if people will believe that I actually learned a hip-hop dance from the Honey DVD.

Well the Wurst shirt was a big success for most of the day until I decided to do some shopping. I'm going to a wedding this weekend (Yay Rafael and Alice!) and I wanted to get a sweater or shawl to wear over my dress in the church. Anyway, my punk rocker/hippie outfit got quite a few stares at the fancy dress shops in Bellevue Square. I ended up making a quick wardrobe change while I was in a dressing room. I switched to just wearing the tank top underneath. I totally caved in to social pressure, but I don't like to be stared at in that obnoxious way. It reminds me of this time in 7th grade when I wore purple and white striped jean cutoff shorts with a tanktop that had some flowers in the middle. Apparantly "Duh! Flowers and stripes SO don't go together." Had to turn my shirt inside out that day...

Some things never change.

Oh yeah, and Everwood was great tonight. I think next episode Amy and Ephram are going to kiss. My favorite character is actually Amy's older brother. He's the only one that doesn't have any issues and he pretends to be mean, but he's really always doing nice things for everyone.

Got another card from my mom :-)

Went to see 13 Going on 30 with Karen yesterday. Cute movie. She inspired me to get rid of some old stuff. She has this rule where in order to buy 1 thing, she needs to get rid of 3 things. I think it was 3. Might have been 5. I'm going to stick with 3 for now. So I just got rid of 24 pieces of clothing and 2 stuffed animals. Now I want to go shopping!

I also decided to transform some old t-shirts. Every buy or get a t-shirt that you never wear because it's just too big or too boring? I took out the scissors and went to town. I'll probably wear my newly tranformed Wallingford Wurst Festival shirt tomorrow. :)

Mental note: If you drink 5 amaretto sours in a row, you're going to get a stomach ache from all the sour mix. Ugh!

Looks like my fellow Tigers are having some trouble over in Old Nass because of Newman's Day. Here's the article.

Newman's Day happens every April 24th, and to participate you need to drink 24 beers in 24 hours. People are encouraged to drink one beer an hour all day. When I say "encouraged", I mean by peers, not by the administration. I never really participated since I knew I couldn't handle it, and I actually think it's kind of gross to drink beer at 8 o'clock in the morning. Despite my lame showing, I always loved Newman's Day because it brought the whole school outside all day. Lots of people skipped classes and carried couches into the courtyards to sit and drink. There were plenty of people playing volleyball or having a catch or throwing frisbees and footballs. It was such a laid back, social atmosphere. Everyone dressed really badly as if they were up drinking all night. Lots of flip-flops and your occasional girl in a bikini top. One year one of the couches caught fire and nobody would claim the burnt couch so it just sat in the courtyard for days.

My most memorable Newman's Day experience was in the Joline courtyard where I lived sophomore year. I was hanging out enjoying the scene and chatting with my good friend Kate. She was attempting to do Newman's Day and was well into her 24 beers. Someone came over and asked her to join a volleyball game, so she asked if I'd hold her beer. I'm standing around holding her can of beer when one of the rent-a-cops on a bike rides right at me. I was like "uh-oh" and "shit" so I put the can down on the ground. But he came up to me anyway. Everyone in the entire courtyard turned to watch as I stood there mortified and frozen. He asked to see my PUID, and I reluctantly gave it to him, knowing that it has my birthdate on it. He asks if I realize that underage drinking is illegal. I say yes sir. He asks what I'm doing with the beer. I can see Kate pretending to look apologetic while cracking up a few feet away. I tell him it's not what it looks like. I'm holding it for a friend. He almost laughs at my lame story and walks me to the bathroom where he watches me pour it out in a sink and recycle it. He writes my name down. Kate owes me big time. Nothing ever came of it. I wonder if my name is still written down on some list somewhere. The bad list. Everyone should be on a bad list every once in a while. I definitely had some beer after that. Yay for Newman's Day.

Meet Megan Greene
So far in my life I have known Megan White, Megan Brown, and Megan Greene. Megan White was really mean and basically tormented me all through middle school. Megan Brown was in my eating club and now teaches in the Bronx. Megan Greene was my pseudo-roommate in college and now teaches at a fancy boarding school in the northeast. Next I plan to meet a Megan Black.

So Megs and I were chatting yesterday about relationships and she made a little analogy that I decided to share (with her permission). She likened living together to having sex in that there's no going back. I suppose that's true. They're very different beasts, and depending on your views on sex, living together can be an even bigger step. Suddenly there's no going home. And if you're sharing a bedroom, which you probably are if you're living together, then you just have a lot less personal space. I'm sure there are wonderful things that go along with it too, aside from the obvious half-price rent and utilities. Neither Megs nor I are living with our boyfriends. I'm not looking to move in with B anytime soon. At this point, I'd just be happy to live in the same state as my boyfriend.

OH! Now I get it. The reason that the Ooh Child song was in my head was that they played it on Everwood last night. I just read Chris's blog and he quotes the same thing! Strange coincidence?!

(Responding to a comment) I DID watch Everwood last night. What a great show! In the midst of so many violent movies and television shows, leave it to the WB to make you smile. Everwood is one of the less cheesy of the WB shows (7th Heaven would be the most cheesy.) I say "less" cheesy because it definitely still is cheesy, but it's just REAL too sometimes. It's real in a way that the Brady's and Cosby's were not. Everwood does have some great music. Last night's show was kind of sad, so I bet some of the songs could go into the next great depressing mix cd. Although you can't force it. It just has to happen. Another song I'd suggest is "Time and Time Again" by Counting Crows. Although the entire album August and Everything After could probably beat out any depressing mix cd. Back to the topic of Everwood, I really hope that Ephram and Amy get together. I know it's too soon since they're both on the rebound, but I think they'd be great together. Hopefully it won't take 10 years like it has for Ross and Rachel on Friends!

Ooh child things are gonna get easier
Ooh child things’ll get brighter

That song always makes me smile. Things are supposed to actually get more difficult as you get older and have more and more responsibility, but the song gives some hope and inspiration. I'm not going through a particularly hard time right now, but I believe everyone can always use a little extra motivation.

I have swapped CDs with my friend Walter. We found out that we each had "depressing" mixes. Basically it's that mix you listen to when you just want to bask in the sadness of the world. I had one that was made by Chris Sharp. I believe it was his first mix, and he made me a copy. It wasn't intended to be depressing as far as I know, but it just sort of turned out that way. I think it's a fabulous mix. I've just finished listening to Walter's mix and that one was a big downer too. :-) Night Swimming was on it, among many other songs. Counting Crows are always good for depressing songs. What are your downer songs?

I don't usually read forwards all the way through, but I got one today that I liked a lot. It's an article written by this college student, Matt Brochu, at UMass. He is talking about what it's like to be totally infatuated with a friend of yours. Back when I was a writer for the Princeton Triangle Club, I wrote a song called "Guys and Girls Can Never Just be Friends." It was along the same lines, and it was also a bit of a comedy with some truth to it. But this guy REALLY captures the feelings involved. It's definitely worth reading. It brought back all sorts of memories.

http://www.dailycollegian.com/vnews/display.v/ART/2003/11/21/3fbd76353e7dd

Happy Reading!

Yesterday was a BIG day. Sort of like exiting a Milestone. I might just have my life figured out. For now.

Sometimes when I listen to "Beautiful Day" in my car, it feels like Bono is speaking directly into my ear and I get goosebumps.

I don't have too much to say today. Maybe I'll tell a story. The trampoline incident...
Last year, for my birthday, my sister sent me a trampoline. It was one of the smaller single-person models that you can use inside. I decided to try it out one night with a workout.

It was a warm evening, and it was starting to get dark. I had just gotten home from work, and I was in a great mood. I was definitely ready for some jumping. So I went to the computer and put on my "Psych Up" playlist nice and loud. I began to dance around the apartment, threw off my shoes and started jumping away. Waving my hands in the air, like I just didn't care, if you know what I mean. I was having a great time but it was getting warm, so I stripped down to my bra and undies. That was much more comfortable, and more good songs came on. I continued to jump and sing and dance around getting a great workout. I was spinning around in circles when I happened to glance outside. My jaw dropped as my hand went to my mouth. A small crowd had assembled outside on the sidewalk. They booked it as soon as they saw me look. And while cracking up, I ducked as soon as I recovered from my shock. It was pretty funny. When I slowly peeked out the window next, I saw that a couple of them had returned, waiting for the next show. They didn't get another show that evening. The lesson: Remember to close the blinds before jumping on a trampoline in your underwear.

I'm baaaaaack.
Easter was a blast. Sometimes it's just really nice to be home spending time with the family. We got to talk to Ger in Nepal. It was a pretty bad connection but at least we could hear her voice. I found out that the cd mixes I sent her were more popular with her roommates than her. Kind of funny. I figured she'd be really into the Shake Ya Body mix with a great assortment of dance music. She did like the Random Mix for Ger. And I didn't realize there are people that don't like the Beatles. Who'd have thought.

Yesterday, I read The Five People You Meet in Heaven by Mitch Albom. I liked it a lot. It gives a whole new perspective on what heaven might be like. I never thought of it like that. Albom is really creative and writes in a very engaging way. A lot of the scenes were very colorful and resulted in these vivid mental pictures. I'm officially a fan of this author. I liked this book even better than Tuesdays with Morrie. Although that one was great too. They both teach you some lessons.

Now I'm reading Disgrace by J.M. Coetze. It's well-written and I'm enjoying it, but the main character is pretty despicable. It bothers me when the person you're supposed to like is clearly a bad guy. It's hard to read sometimes, but the writing is so wonderful that I can't stop.

That Goethe is a smart man.
I'm going to NY today!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I can't wait to spend time with my family. It'll be good to see my little cousins who aren't so little anymore. We're doing an egg hunt tomorrow. And B is coming down tomorrow too. I got him an Easter card. Is that strange? I know he doesn't read this so I don't think I'm giving away any surprises. B's not really up with the online world. He's hardly ever on IM. Quel dommage!

Here's another quote that I like:
"Anyone can become angry - that is easy. But to be angry with the right person, to the right degree, at the right time, for the right purpose, and in the right way - this is not easy." -Aristotle, The Nicomachean Ethics

"Treat people as though they were what they ought to be and you help them become what they are capable of being." -Goethe

Sometimes it bothers me that I'm just one person. How am I supposed to get everything done that I want to get done when we only have like 97 years to do it? It just occurred to me that I might never live in NY again. And I might never live in California either. How crazy is that? I wanted to live in Paris for at least a few months. Will that ever happen? And will there be time for me to become a famous painter?

I am contemplating starting a life plan. There's a lot I want to do, but I'm going to have to prioritize it. Like in software, you just can't do everything. I sort of have a checklist in my head. Teaching elementary school is on it. And selling a painting. And writing a book. And having a baby. I've always meant to be super fasionable for some stint of my life. That sure won't happen without a lot of work. I've got some planning to do.

Got a haircut yesterday. Glamour shots are here. I like it. B approves. Score!

Went out last night with the boys. As luck would have it, there were some girls too! For some reason there seems to be a derth of girls in Seattle. And forget it if you're looking for single girls. We were trying to think of single girls for this guy that was with us and we came up with a whopping zero people.

It appears to me that lite beer is making a huge comeback. Almost everyone was drinking it last night and it's been happening more and more. Maybe it's because the summer is coming and people want to trim down.

Red Orange Yellow Green
Sometimes people are really mean.

I couple of people have snapped at me lately. Maybe I'm sending off some agressive vibe or something. One of the times I think I asked one too many questions. The other time, I refused to change my mind or be quiet.

Peeps season is in full swing. I'm going to an egg hunt on Saturday.

Hey there. You're an Allstar. Get your game on. Get Paid.
Who doesn't love Smashmouth?

I'm strongly considering registering myself as a Democrat. I'm currently not affiliated with any party. But I'm scared of what Bush and his people are doing to the economy. Sure, working for MS, I get to cash in on some of his big business favoritism, but it's just so wrong.

I saw the WORST MOVIE EVER on Saturday. It's called Hellboy. I was convinced by a couple of guys. I don't know what they were thinking. Definitely a movie worthy of walking out on. SO BAD. And I don't have very high standards. Think about it. My favorite movie is The Cutting Edge. Don't waste your time on this one. I'd rather go to the dentist.

My BC t-shirt shrunk in the wash. Bummer. Who listens to the instructions on the little tag anyway? Guess I'm going to have to show a little midriff.

Tomorrow I'm transforming myself. I'm going to see Shaun. He's amazing. He works at Vain. I think we're going to do some red and blonde highlights and some sort of cute cut without going too short.

Does anybody read my blog? Not too many comments!

The imagination is what becomes
Of the mind intertwined

--kpm

I probably check my blog the most out of anybody, which is strange because I should know if there's a new post or not. I guess I look to see if anybody added comments. I don't have a very large readership because I haven't told all that many people. It's hard to decide who to tell because sometimes I feel like I have to watch what I write depending on who reads this stuff. I suppose, since this is public, that I should assume everybody is reading it.

I wish my friends had blogs so I could check up on them.

I think I'm getting old. I went to this birthday dinner last night at a nice restaurant and people in our group were playing with balloons and salt. This one guy would rub the balloon on his armpit so it had static, then he'd hold it up to a pile of salt. The salt would jump up to the balloon and make a mess. I appeared to be the only person put off by the whole incident. I felt bad for the waiter who was going to have to clean up after us. And it's just kind of annoying when you have salt flying around the table. There were lots of penis and vagina jokes too. I suppose I am getting old, but that's fine with me.