Life Is A Masquerade

Actually, no. It’s not. But I have that song stuck in my head. I must’ve heard it earlier. How anyone can hear that song and still argue that Josh Groban isn’t gay is simply beyond me. (sorry Sarah!)

My thoughts, for a variety of reasons are really scattered tonight. Pardon me if I jump around all over the place and abuse the crap out of the horizontal bar.

I learned today that I do not want to be a dog walker. My neighbor needs someone to cover a couple of dogs that she walks on Tuesdays and Wednesdays because she just started a photography internship. She asked me to do it and I said yes. Never again! I am a cat person. I mean, I like dogs and all. But cat’s are so low maintenance. They’re so chill. I never have to walk around after my cat and pick up steaming piles of poo. I mean yes, I have to clean her litterbox, but that’s not every day and I use excellent litter so it doesn’t smell. I liked playing with the dogs at the dog park, but there isn’t one within walking distance from my house and NO WAY IN HELL am I letting some dog tear up my car for $15 an hour. Just… no. I’m a big believer in following the omens and when I couldn’t get the damn door to open when I was trying to fetch Martini (one of the dogs I had to walk) it was a BIG sign that this is not what the Universe wants me to be doing. But hey, at least I tried. Now I can say with confidence that no, I’m not interested.

I’m feeling like a major cheeseball right now. Damn you Whitney Houston.

Before listening to the Whitney Houston song that is trying to kill me even as I type this, I was wasting time on YouTube looking for Rent videos.  "Forget regret or life is yours to miss." Okay, fine. I’ll forget regret. Or at least I’ll try to. Should I buy the OBC recording? I can’t stand Daphne Rubin-Vega. She just sounds retarded to me. Like… like, literally retarded. I had watched a clip of her in Les Miz (because it was one of the ONLY videos available with <3Robert Hunt<3 [[why are all my men gay?!?]]) and it was exactly the same. I couldn’t take her seriously. But it’d be nice to have some of the songs in their original format since I’ve only got the movie soundtrack (and no I don’t care what any Broadway snobs have to say about that). I wish they had put out a soundtrack of the final cast. I’d definitely buy that. Tracie Thoms and Eden Espinosa… Heaven!! Those women are all kinds of hotness.

I had a sign language test today. I think I got a B. Which pisses me off. The perfectionist in me demands an A and I’m really irritated at the three signs I didn’t know. One was funny, one was smell and there was a third that i still don’t know. I recognized it so I know he taught it to us, but the other two I didn’t even recognize. And there was one that I *think* meant slow, but his fingers were in a shape that I didn’t recognize so it’s very possible that it was a completely different sign. So I probably missed four vocab words and I know at least one of my essay questions wasn’t up to snuff. He read it and kept sending me back to write more. I don’t know wtf he was trying to get me to write, but I couldn’t think of any other answers so I finally just turned the damn thing in and left.

This class is showing me how damn competitive I am, too. Greg and I were practicing with the girl that sits behing me (I can’t for the life of me remember her name). She’d say a word and then we’d have to sign it and we kept racing to see who’d sign first. And then that carried over to the actual test. The teacher would sign something or fingerspell something and then we’d have to write down the answer and you could see how he and I were racing to get the answer fastest. The last two pages of the test were the essay questions and were to be done on our own so I was clearly defeated when he handed his paper in first. DAMMIT!!!!! When I got home he texted me and asked me what my plans are for the rest of the week. I think he’s gonna join me at the RFB&D to record textbooks as audiobooks. It’s way fun and he’s geeky enough to enjoy it. I really like the people there. One of the guys is in a 12-step program and he was trying to tell one of the employees how the program worked. I walked up mid-convo and since I just so happened to have my literature on me I pulled out the Big Book and read her what the steps were. That was a very strange but very cool bonding moment.

That last paragraph totally needed a bar inserted somewhere.

My cousin had a bunch of her stuff in storage (basically everything she owned besides clothes) and it turns out the place was a scam. She, and hundreds of others, lost everything. How much does that suck?!?!?! I hate people sometimes.

You can’t not love this. You just can’t.