Round Hole, Round Whole, Square Peg Won't Fit
So, I only have three things to say about Idol this week. One is that I think America needs to vote for Allison. Two is that I like Kris' single better than Adam's this week and it freaks me out a little. Kris' just sounds more original, and I don't think there was any way that a recording could duplicate the raw emotion in Adam's live performance, even if his vocal in the studio is perfect as usual. Like Jacob said, it's angels ice skating. Lastly, after that choreography last night, I have given in and become a raging fangirl for Paula Abdul. WTF.
A little over a month until LeakyCon!!!! I'm so excited about this conference. I'll get to rub elbows with Hank and John Green, other writers, and generally be a big dork about Harry Potter. The best thing is that I'll get to see Ann and Erin, meet Nina face to face for the first time, and see Deanna and hang at least one night with Sarah, which will rock. Karaoke is in the cards, I can feel it.
I was going to leave Weds after school and get in to Boston kind of late, but then I realized I would be IN THE FUCKING AIR during the finale of Idol. Um. Yeah. That's not happening. The one year I'm this invested in a contestant? Nope. Honestly, I've never seen such a freaking star and I've loved watching this whole thing go down. (It reminds me of watching Josh become a star, I admit, except that Adam didn't have to become one...and it wasn't luck. Boyfriend's been working his ass off for this. But it's the same feeling, just more intense.) There's no way I'd miss the last episode. So I'm changing my flight, and Ann and I will be holed up in a hotel room that night, throwing confetti.
I haven't been writing. Not anything of any consequence. I have a hot little fic going with Strange Fascination, which I'm only sharing with a few people because I'm very self-conscious with it for some reason. But no novel #3 yet. Still not sure if I'm ready to write it. I think part of me wants to hang on to these characters forever, and after this novel, the story is definitely over. No ifs, ands, or buts. I also think that Eli, my character, is elusive and he isn't being forthright at all. I've just gotta be patient. And I admit, part of me is still waiting to see if the first novel will go somewhere.
I haven't blogged at my author site in a while either. I have tons to say, but not much to say at all, you know? It's like it's all mixed up in my head and trying to get it out there in words, in a semi-professional manner, is just difficult for me.
I'm hoping to do a musical this summer with the civic theater. It's Urinetown, which is just a hysterical musical. It's weird, though, because I sort of want all three of the main girl parts, even though they're so different. *shrugs* Whatever. I'll stand in the background and wiggle to the beat if they let me.
Last thing, I cannot for the life of me stop listening to TV on the Radio's Dear Science. Really, what other band has a sound like this? And the lyrics KILL ME. I've loved them for quite a while, but honestly, some days I feel like they have taken emotions I could never express, emotions maybe I didn't even know I was feeling, and have created something so true and real and funky with them that I need to listen to them to make myself feel whole sometimes. Which is what I feel about Sigur Ros and also Arcade Fire, so that's huge.
Speaking of souls... this deserves more room and explanation than I'm going to give it here, but I'm tired of feeling guilty about the way I feel about religion. I hate that my Catholic roots have such a hold that contradicting them, even when I believe whole heartedly in that contradiction, feels painful. I'm done with this crap. I'm done with thinking about religion, and the nature of this thing we call God and its many forms. At least for a while. Like, at least until I'm done with the play and/or school, then I'll get back to my usual philosophical self.
Okay, that's it. You're free to go.
A little over a month until LeakyCon!!!! I'm so excited about this conference. I'll get to rub elbows with Hank and John Green, other writers, and generally be a big dork about Harry Potter. The best thing is that I'll get to see Ann and Erin, meet Nina face to face for the first time, and see Deanna and hang at least one night with Sarah, which will rock. Karaoke is in the cards, I can feel it.
I was going to leave Weds after school and get in to Boston kind of late, but then I realized I would be IN THE FUCKING AIR during the finale of Idol. Um. Yeah. That's not happening. The one year I'm this invested in a contestant? Nope. Honestly, I've never seen such a freaking star and I've loved watching this whole thing go down. (It reminds me of watching Josh become a star, I admit, except that Adam didn't have to become one...and it wasn't luck. Boyfriend's been working his ass off for this. But it's the same feeling, just more intense.) There's no way I'd miss the last episode. So I'm changing my flight, and Ann and I will be holed up in a hotel room that night, throwing confetti.
I haven't been writing. Not anything of any consequence. I have a hot little fic going with Strange Fascination, which I'm only sharing with a few people because I'm very self-conscious with it for some reason. But no novel #3 yet. Still not sure if I'm ready to write it. I think part of me wants to hang on to these characters forever, and after this novel, the story is definitely over. No ifs, ands, or buts. I also think that Eli, my character, is elusive and he isn't being forthright at all. I've just gotta be patient. And I admit, part of me is still waiting to see if the first novel will go somewhere.
I haven't blogged at my author site in a while either. I have tons to say, but not much to say at all, you know? It's like it's all mixed up in my head and trying to get it out there in words, in a semi-professional manner, is just difficult for me.
I'm hoping to do a musical this summer with the civic theater. It's Urinetown, which is just a hysterical musical. It's weird, though, because I sort of want all three of the main girl parts, even though they're so different. *shrugs* Whatever. I'll stand in the background and wiggle to the beat if they let me.
Last thing, I cannot for the life of me stop listening to TV on the Radio's Dear Science. Really, what other band has a sound like this? And the lyrics KILL ME. I've loved them for quite a while, but honestly, some days I feel like they have taken emotions I could never express, emotions maybe I didn't even know I was feeling, and have created something so true and real and funky with them that I need to listen to them to make myself feel whole sometimes. Which is what I feel about Sigur Ros and also Arcade Fire, so that's huge.
Speaking of souls... this deserves more room and explanation than I'm going to give it here, but I'm tired of feeling guilty about the way I feel about religion. I hate that my Catholic roots have such a hold that contradicting them, even when I believe whole heartedly in that contradiction, feels painful. I'm done with this crap. I'm done with thinking about religion, and the nature of this thing we call God and its many forms. At least for a while. Like, at least until I'm done with the play and/or school, then I'll get back to my usual philosophical self.
Okay, that's it. You're free to go.