Yes, I'm Still Talking About Twilight

I've become a bigger fan of Twilight and here's why: almost everyone I know has read/is reading them.  I discussed them with my grade-school aged cousin at family Christmas.  Ashley, Elizabeth, and Ryan were all reading them in KC.  And now my mom is sitting across the room from me reading the first book.

Normally I hate being on the bandwagon, unless I can firmly state that I was all about whatever it is months before you had ever even heard of it.  (Do you judge me a little for saying that?  I do.) But it never bothers me with books.  I think it's because it's kind of rare to find someone else who has read the same book that I'm reading.  It doesn't happen very often. 

I've realized that most people like to have a book that they're working on, but more often than not it's some kind of self-help or other non-fiction book.  And those are great and important and I read plenty of them.  But I get really excited when people are reading for pure enjoyment, not necessarily to learn anything.

I think I might need to be a teacher some day.  And if I am, I'll encourage my students to read crap like Twilight because at least it gets the imagination flowing.  

Don't worry, I haven't lost all my dignity.  I still try to hide the fact that I love them until I know that the person I'm talking to loves them too.  It's like a funny club or something.

On another note, it's snowing like crazy here!  It's kind of eerie because the streets are empty.  But it's also really beautiful.  I'll try to take some pictures.  But no guarantees.  It's really cold.

Much love.

The Nanny is Actually Pretty Funny

My friend Paige sent me a link to this video today which reminded me why Ellen is clearly the best daytime talk show host.

This also reminded me why I love Paige.  There are actually many reasons for that.  I think I'll make a list:

1) She sends me funny youtube clips and trailers for movies she thinks I'll like.  And she's always right.  

2) She reads this blog.

3) She was the only one to stick out 2 years at 203 Nikki with me... No getting married or real jobs for us!  In fact, that's the longest I've ever lived with anyone outside my family.

4) She got the pink binder of Sex and the City DVDs and then watched the entire series with me over a couple months.

5) She shares 2 cats that she dresses up in Mizzou gear on game days.

6) She made it a point to be in bed every night to watch the Nanny at 11:00 pm in college.  

7) She's going to go on Wheel of Fortune with me.

8) She loves Disney World as much as me.  

9) She gets this excited about the So You Think You Can Dance Tour:

10) We could have ridiculous amounts of fun going to movies, having roommate dates to Chili's and simply staying home watching TV and playing Friends Scene It.

In summary, Paige is cool and Ellen is funny.  Enough said.  

Still Stuck

What's love got to do, got to do with it?

What's love but a second-hand emotion?

What's love got to do, got to do with it?

Who needs a heart, when a heart can be broken?

I've had this song stuck in my head for approximately 5 years now.  Not lying.  I think I can add this to my list of reasons I fear a mental illness.  

The biggest problem is not that this song is super annoying, it's more so that the chorus, those 4 lines I have typed up there, are the only ones of the song that I know.  So I haven't really had a song stuck in my head for 5 years, just a chorus.

Now, normally I combat this by jamming to some sweet tunes in my car.  I am the ultimate car singer.  My friend Zack would tell you that he is.  And he is good.  You can see a sample of his skills at about 3:56 in this video which also features Glen.  To be fair, that doesn't even come close to fully representing Zack's ability to jam in the car.  I have never admired him as much as during the 14-hour road trip we took to Colorado a couple years a go.   

But I think I have him beat.  Case in point: when I was home in MO I actually lost my voice from singing (screaming) Beyonce's "If I Were a Boy" followed by Carrie Underwood's "Before He Cheats" in the car.  You have to be singing pretty loudly to lose your voice in 10 minutes.

It was not pretty.  

But since I don't have a car in NYC, I'm just stuck with "What's Love Got to Do with it?" until I happen upon something catchier.   It's a pretty great song, but 5 years is too long.

Just so you know, I've sung the song (chorus) in my head about 10 times in the time it has taken me to write this post.  Also a few rounds of Fiona Apple's "Criminal" because, uh, it's awesome.

Sing it loud, sing it proud.  That's my new motto.  You can use it if you want.

Much Love.