killedwithkarate

Okay, I'm not going to lie. I've been sewing with some pretty Gina-esque ladies lately and they've finally permeated me tough exterior and gotten through to the meaty inner Claire bits. I've been listening to reggaeton (which is, for the uninformed, a spanish blend of hip hop and reggae) and am currently rocking out to La Gasolina by Daddy Yankee. It's bad, but I don't care at all. Dame mas gasolina! It may be about cars (with sweet rims) but the KIDS are using all the SLANG WORDS and such these days and I cannot keep up.

An appeal: Please do not put actions into asterisks. (Example: *shakes it*) It is not manly. It is not attractive. Also, do not sing in falsetto around me.

I got some new MAC make-up for a show I'm doing. I brought in a ton of old make-up and got two lipsticks in return: Freckletone and Pink Packed. The first is a caramel-ish peach with a bit of a sheen. The second is a nice creamy dark pink. I also got a peachy gold eyeshadow called Arena. I am a happy bear. It's sick that free make-up makes me this happy, but I practically skipped home with my purchases in hand. I am a geekly geekly geek. And a girl.

I am excited because there is an independant production of The Last Five Years being put out by McGill students next year, which means I am going to be auditioning for Kathy. I'm going to sing "Summer in Ohio" if they let us audition with an L5Y song, or "The Life of the Party" from Andrew Lippa's "The Wild Party" if they don't. I'm a HUGE music theatre geek, and Girlie is going to be the only person to understand what the heck I'm talking about.

I've been on my diet for almost a week now, and I've lost a few pounds and I feel SO much better. I've basically been eating tons more beans and soy for protein, taking calcium suppliments, cutting excessively fatty foods, switching to diet pop and coffee with non-fat milk and no sugar, eating a ton of fruits and veggies and stopping eating when I'm full. But ch'all don't want to hear me going on about my diet... Like you want to hear me going on about guilty pleasure club music, make-up and musicals either!

Har.

Wow. Dave Letterman was just announced as "A jewel thief with eyes as black as caviar." That has to be his most bizzarre and fabulous introduction to date.

I've started sarcastically telling people that they "arouse me sexually." (Example: Someone belches. Them: Sorry. Me: No no. Don't be sorry. Frankly, I'm a little aroused.) I find it entertaining. It will never replace calling gross things treats/presents/gifts/snacks/dinner. That shit is just hilarious. Is it wrong that I think I'm the funniest person I know? "I love me, I think I'm grand, when I'm with me I hold my hand." What is that from? (Not a trivia question. I actually don't know.)

I've got to git, because I have laundry in and I have to finish handwashing my linnen items.

Stupid sexy linnen.