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Aug. 23rd, 2009 03:40 pmI got the funniest thing at the grocery store yesterday... Hershey Milk Chocolate with Crunchy Corn bits. ...I put corn small there because it was Very Very Small on the wrapper. When I think crunchy bits in chocolate, I think...rice. You can't taste the corn when you're eating it. It tastes like...crunchy milk chocolate. The aftertaste is a bit like a sweet corn flake though. I like corn flakes. It's an interesting thing. They did their best to hide that corn thing, cause sure didn't see that at the store... Still! I am happy beans.
I had Other Things to Discuss and Make People Very Bored with My Uninteresting Life and Times Of but I can't think of it right now. Right now I am too busy bumming paper off Becca (or will in about .5 seconds) because I just found my pen and traveling away from a computer without paper is disaster waiting to happen.
...In other words, concert tonight! And I have a bad habit of getting inspired when music is tossing all around me.
Please sing "The World I Know," David. Please. Cookie? :D?
I am still doing a \o/ over the violin idea, Kei. You have no idea. Poor Hae has no idea. *psyched even if it is a little thing*
I had Other Things to Discuss and Make People Very Bored with My Uninteresting Life and Times Of but I can't think of it right now. Right now I am too busy bumming paper off Becca (or will in about .5 seconds) because I just found my pen and traveling away from a computer without paper is disaster waiting to happen.
...In other words, concert tonight! And I have a bad habit of getting inspired when music is tossing all around me.
Please sing "The World I Know," David. Please. Cookie? :D?
I am still doing a \o/ over the violin idea, Kei. You have no idea. Poor Hae has no idea. *psyched even if it is a little thing*
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YAY! Haha. So, when I was looking like a month ago, David Cook's NW tour dates were limited to, um......Salem, at the Oregon State Fair. (to which fair I haven't been to since.... it's been over 20 years :| And my only memory of it is watching the Octopus ride and clinging to my sister.) I hem-hawed about this because on one hand it meant I could be a total dork and slip into Enchanted Forest and relive my childhood (sans Haunted House, of course).
BUT! I just went and there were new dates added! New cities! Closer cities! Cities near where I have friends! \o/
Permanent!
Light On!
Come Back to Me!
Songs off the album I barely know yet but will soon be learning!
(Please don't let me cry all over myself when/if he starts singing "Time of My Life," Becca, okay? ;_; ) Apparently that's not usually included. But that's okay~
(In some deep dark fantasy of my soul, he'd also sing "Silver" and "Don't Say a Word." ;_; ...And "Hello." Oh man. Yes. "Hello" shoots up to #1, cause hearing that live once wasn't enough. Likelihood of that...almost none XD)
*slinks away to my happy weekend-working corner* Can has tickets! \o/
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YAY! Haha. So, when I was looking like a month ago, David Cook's NW tour dates were limited to, um......Salem, at the Oregon State Fair. (to which fair I haven't been to since.... it's been over 20 years :| And my only memory of it is watching the Octopus ride and clinging to my sister.) I hem-hawed about this because on one hand it meant I could be a total dork and slip into Enchanted Forest and relive my childhood (sans Haunted House, of course).
BUT! I just went and there were new dates added! New cities! Closer cities! Cities near where I have friends! \o/
Permanent!
Light On!
Come Back to Me!
Songs off the album I barely know yet but will soon be learning!
(In some deep dark fantasy of my soul, he'd also sing "Silver" and "Don't Say a Word." ;_; ...And "Hello." Oh man. Yes. "Hello" shoots up to #1, cause hearing that live once wasn't enough. Likelihood of that...almost none XD)
*slinks away to my happy weekend-working corner* Can has tickets! \o/
I have two jackets (one moderately rain-resistant with a hood), an ultra cool Rain Bonnet, two red shirts, two pairs of jeans, two pairs of shoes.
Why?
I'm going to American Idol Tulsa, baby!
No more Mavid dances after tonight. ;_; Oh, my heart.
And Ike is coming. Which means, I'm prepared for the eventuality that I may need to strip to the skin and change, for the rain does mean things.
I'm a realistic, and very determined fangirl. My autograph book has plastic shielding. And I'm debating writing Mr. David a revoltingly sappy letter. About two and a half hours from now, going to scout out the BOK Center. Heck yes. Pray the man actually comes out this time. If I have to get soaked in humidity too high for comfort, I'd better get to touch the man.
Why?
I'm going to American Idol Tulsa, baby!
No more Mavid dances after tonight. ;_; Oh, my heart.
And Ike is coming. Which means, I'm prepared for the eventuality that I may need to strip to the skin and change, for the rain does mean things.
I'm a realistic, and very determined fangirl. My autograph book has plastic shielding. And I'm debating writing Mr. David a revoltingly sappy letter. About two and a half hours from now, going to scout out the BOK Center. Heck yes. Pray the man actually comes out this time. If I have to get soaked in humidity too high for comfort, I'd better get to touch the man.
Current Location: Cloud 9
May. 24th, 2008 10:22 pmUp to the moment update. :)
As per my icon, David Cook is now not only the one and only American Idol (hallelujah!)... he is also my pants-less Guitar Hero. The man has a fantastic voice, a great smile, sexy legs... In fact, the only thing he doesn't have... is me. Le sigh. I have done my appropriate amount of happy weeping over subsequent finale-watchings. I have sympathetic tear ducts, and the second he got emotional, and then his mom, and then his brother, and then he sang, and smiled... What was I supposed to do? Needless to say, I'm thrilled. I feel like my baby is all grown up andsaving China taking the music industry (or iTunes at least) by storm. Can't wait till he has a single that's not the songwriter's winning song, and see how far he can go. Is it too much to hope that Lionel Richie will put a bug in someone's ear and we'll get a full single of "Hello"?
In similarly exciting news, albeit in a more tangible way, sometime around this time give or take a day or so next week I'll be living it up in a place called Washington that is not the state. I.e.... D.C. I.e. whatever chunk of Virginia got carved out to be said joyful spot. Living up our nation's past and present and seeing all the places I've never seen before except in pictures. Monuments! People! Things! And that's only leg one of fabulouso trip o' vacation and birthday. Clearly, more updates and things to come. I'm a little fuzzy on the geography of the area, having never been. More exciting than the places and things is the company, as our own wondiferous
crystaltear will be shepherding me and living up said vacation with me. Later on, we will be joined by
miakamouse to explore the wilds of The City. And trains. And cool things. Here's hoping my flabby, tub of couch potato physique stands up to the urban hiking.
To that end I've been playing with my Wii Fit the past few days to see if I can't build some (minute) stamina over the next five days. My thighs feel the burn, which considering I'm playing a Nintendo game and frequently get ultra SMASHED by the super hula hooping is a sad thing. Seriously. It's like three minutes straight of zooming your hips around in circles. By the end of that, I'm hanging on by a thread to remember which way my hips are twirling. I do that firmly with my door closed. No one needs to see my rear making revolutions. Perhaps I should do it without pants? No, no. Just Mr. Cook. Could he do his concert without pants? If I said pretty please? Right. Back on subject.
Also, excitingly, my Kyou Kara Maou fic is doooooooooooone. Posted, out the door, edited, finito. I'm so excited. That was a long labor and delivery, but it was worth it. And because Loyce has big, fluttery eyelashes, I have been of late immersed in writing fic for "Avatar." Yes. Yes, I know. I know. Zuko, say hello to Katara. Katara, say hello to Zuko. Muses, start your engines. I don't really understand my brain, but as the fiction is rolling, I do not question. Any fiction rolling anywhere is fiction rolling. And bless me, that's a good feeling.
As per my icon, David Cook is now not only the one and only American Idol (hallelujah!)... he is also my pants-less Guitar Hero. The man has a fantastic voice, a great smile, sexy legs... In fact, the only thing he doesn't have... is me. Le sigh. I have done my appropriate amount of happy weeping over subsequent finale-watchings. I have sympathetic tear ducts, and the second he got emotional, and then his mom, and then his brother, and then he sang, and smiled... What was I supposed to do? Needless to say, I'm thrilled. I feel like my baby is all grown up and
In similarly exciting news, albeit in a more tangible way, sometime around this time give or take a day or so next week I'll be living it up in a place called Washington that is not the state. I.e.... D.C. I.e. whatever chunk of Virginia got carved out to be said joyful spot. Living up our nation's past and present and seeing all the places I've never seen before except in pictures. Monuments! People! Things! And that's only leg one of fabulouso trip o' vacation and birthday. Clearly, more updates and things to come. I'm a little fuzzy on the geography of the area, having never been. More exciting than the places and things is the company, as our own wondiferous
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To that end I've been playing with my Wii Fit the past few days to see if I can't build some (minute) stamina over the next five days. My thighs feel the burn, which considering I'm playing a Nintendo game and frequently get ultra SMASHED by the super hula hooping is a sad thing. Seriously. It's like three minutes straight of zooming your hips around in circles. By the end of that, I'm hanging on by a thread to remember which way my hips are twirling. I do that firmly with my door closed. No one needs to see my rear making revolutions. Perhaps I should do it without pants? No, no. Just Mr. Cook. Could he do his concert without pants? If I said pretty please? Right. Back on subject.
Also, excitingly, my Kyou Kara Maou fic is doooooooooooone. Posted, out the door, edited, finito. I'm so excited. That was a long labor and delivery, but it was worth it. And because Loyce has big, fluttery eyelashes, I have been of late immersed in writing fic for "Avatar." Yes. Yes, I know. I know. Zuko, say hello to Katara. Katara, say hello to Zuko. Muses, start your engines. I don't really understand my brain, but as the fiction is rolling, I do not question. Any fiction rolling anywhere is fiction rolling. And bless me, that's a good feeling.
And in with the new! Hello!
Apr. 24th, 2008 12:03 amLet's ring in the end of April with something new!
A new layout (Albeit one you can get from lj... I am still not cool or smart enough to make and/or find one someone else made).
And a new default icon. Seriously, this is momentous. It's been approximately... forever since I've changed my default icon. Kyo, you served me well. We'll ring in the new time with a gorgeous icon of the wonderful artist David Cook.
Who may or may not get me in trouble with my friends. And my credit card. *hides*
And though I've never watched American Idol this late into the season, much less cared who won, this year has shown me well. Bless you, David. You sing Broadway, you sing rock... You sing "Happy Together."
It's all about the music, people. The voice. And the sexy grin. Yup. Toast. Toastier than toast.
Was there something else? I'll leave it at that for now. :)
A new layout (Albeit one you can get from lj... I am still not cool or smart enough to make and/or find one someone else made).
And a new default icon. Seriously, this is momentous. It's been approximately... forever since I've changed my default icon. Kyo, you served me well. We'll ring in the new time with a gorgeous icon of the wonderful artist David Cook.
Who may or may not get me in trouble with my friends. And my credit card. *hides*
And though I've never watched American Idol this late into the season, much less cared who won, this year has shown me well. Bless you, David. You sing Broadway, you sing rock... You sing "Happy Together."
It's all about the music, people. The voice. And the sexy grin. Yup. Toast. Toastier than toast.
Was there something else? I'll leave it at that for now. :)