So Stupid It Makes Me Laugh.

There is something in my front yard. And I do not like it. At all.

It's official.

I have lived in the same place for eleven years. That is 78% of my life in my wonderful home. And I am going to leave it. That feels almost sacrilegious to me. I feel like I am abandoning my childhood, almost. Like it's going to get left behind in the dust. Or left behind in a four bedroom, two bath bungalow.

Home is where the heart is. 

So if you move, is it in two places at once?

Does it stay here?

Do you take it with you?

People I don't know come in to look at my house. I don't know the people that are showing them the house. They've only been here once and are talking like they know every single thing that has ever gone on inside it. Like they know my life. They called The Management and Father Steinbecker "The Owners". That's what really put me over the edge this week. We came home and saw her locking up our back door. We haven't had a lock on that door in eleven years. 

People drive by slowly and stare at this place. They know we know they are staring. I feel so exposed here. They don't understand that this house is a gift to anyone who has ever lived in it. And as of right now, it's a gift that I am just not willing to give up. 

This is making me sad. I should stop now.

My Very Own Massive Project

Finals week is on the horizon...time to buckle down and do some Very Important Stuff.

Like THIS.

Hey, I've been working very, very hard lately. I need to learn something fun, not just do miles of World Cultures study guides. Think of it as just a break, for when I need to empty my mind. Empty my mind of nothing but Gaga. That's what she's here for.

Lady Gaga.

Kind of like a sparkly Chuck Norris.

Instead of a roundhouse kick to the face, it's glitter to the eyeballs.

The real reason behind my sudden desire to learn this dance comes from (as does the inspiration for quite a few things) Trish. She and Jumper (remember him?) dance this dance EVERY CAST PARTY. Every year for two years this has gone on. And since my dear Trisha is going off into The World (actually, today was her last official day at Hogwarts), she will not be there next year. And Jumper must have someone with whom to groove. So we have determined that that person shall be me.

So for these dear people I make the ultimate sacrifice of becoming a member of the Haus of Gaga.

By the way, a minute shoutout to my dearest A'11. You have taught me so much. Congratulations and have a lovely life in The World. When your famous, don't forget to thank the little people. Glitter Unicorn, that means you.

Much love,

MurrBeth

WTF

Quickly warmed up to this book.

Not quickly warming up to this hurr.

Honestly I think it is going to be okay eventually. But as of right now I feel very insecure. Skinny Me says that I am always this way after I chop off large quantities of hurr. She is usually right about these things, so I will go with her on that one. 

Trust this face.

Maybe it will make you a pie.

Unfortunately I have almost nothing else with which to regale my one follower (myself, but only because FG told me to), so this could be pretty boring. And for that I apologize, self. But you are the one writing this. It is mostly your fault. But then again, this is your/mine/our blog and we can put up whatever we feel like. A blog is comparable to the Teacher's Lounge: you can sprinkle dog turd with powdered sugar and put it on a plate in there and it will be gone in five minutes. (Not that I recommend doing that, but go ahead if you are so inclined). You can write something like "penguins are taking over the world. I believe I'll have another piece of pie," and nobody would care. It's something to read. But no matter.

Anyway, school today included a Deeply Rooted Tradition Involving Flowers And Statues. That is something I really do love about Hogwarts-there are so many wonderful Deeply Rooted Traditions that have been around for over one hundred years. It is so great and emotionally moving to be a part of them. And today was no exception in regard to the "emotionally moving" part. There was definitely a lot of that, especially because my dear friend The De-Facto Mongolian Sweetie was chosen to represent our class and speak. She is so graceful and utterly lovely and very well spoken and controlled at all times. I do wish to be like her. And when she did speak, I was prepared to shed some Eye Water. Note: I said "prepared" to. I did not. I have some control over my tear ducts. So there.

The social day ended with a hug (or two or three) from FG, who assured me that she did indeed like my hair (she is working her buns (and her fingernails) off on a Special Project and is constantly getting paint on herself. Not like she minds.) Then I had a brief but swell conversation with BFK. I have to stand on tiptoe to give him a hug now. It's kind of sad-for me anyway, I'm sure he enjoys being able to reach tall objects. 

Disperse, friends. Go ponder the meaning of life.

For Good

So remember my little side note on Monday about the Special Surprise? Well, probably not, but if you don't then you can just follow the fancy little link I am so proud of myself for putting up. Anyway, pretty much every defining moment of my freshman year culminated in that one Special Surprise. Let me explain:

In early September of last year, I officially met My People. Trish, Lil' Newton, MoDawg, MurrKat, Glitter Unicorn, and Jessicaaaaaaa all became permanent fixtures in my life the day we started making Theater Magic together. Actually, I knew them waaaay before they knew me. I had been watching THEM make Theater Magic and dreaming of making it with them years before I actually got to. But when I did it was just as good as, if not better, than I imagined it would be. And I have them-ALL of them-to thank for that. But this is their last official week at Hogwarts (jsyk: I do not really go to Hogwarts) and then they will walk to Cathedral, turn their tassels, and go out into The World. And there is no doubt in my mind that they  will rock it. I'll be pretty bummed out, though, to say the least. These people are My People. They are some of my dearest friends-sisters, even. They are not just six people whom I know and love-they are one force of beauty and talent and sparkle and kindness and love that has taught me so much in so little time. I will always be grateful.

Long live the Mundys.

And so to at least attempt to show my thanks for My People, I teamed up with one whom I will call Baby Carrot (she is small and a ginger), who has a few People of her own, to surprise them with a little song. This song. I didn't think it would be that emotional. We sounded fantastic while rehearsing and were just really excited to show them. But then the music started. And I shed a lot of eye water. It was fairly unattractive and definitely did not enhance my musical ability. It wasn't the situation so much as seeing them all there. Trish was sitting right where I had her sitting as I went over the song in my mind. Top row, left side, second seat. That really got me. Baby Carrot handled the situation a lot more gracefully than I did. She is a trooper. And very sassy. She rocks. But Glitter Unicorn-I had given her a note to read beforehand, which just thanked her for everything she has given me (she doesn't know this, but it is a whole lot of stuff) and told her how fabulous she is. But she shed some eye water as well, which was REALLY weird because that doesn't normally happen. It was very...enlightening, almost. It was like proof of her humanity-I always thought (and still think) that she was a superhero- goddess-invincible, nerves-of-steel person. But I managed to get a hug out of her. It was good.

She's stylish in a dumpster.

Yes, be jealous.

Unfortunately, Lil' Newton and My Favorite Canadian Eh were not there. They were being smart and finishing up a Super Smart Test. So they came to see it during Show and Tell. Lil' Newton...I could say so many wonderful things about her. And I know she is reading this (p.s. Lil' Newton, Chi Chi is reading as well) so I will say those things so she knows how wonderful she is. She is sparkly. And kind. And smart, talented, beautiful, funny, lovable, lovely, and it is "all about her bootay". And I am so so so unbelievably glad to have her and her blue and yellow clothing in my life.

Holding on to memories...

We sat in that dumpster together for an hour.

Thank you to My People. You are the most wonderful beings on this earth. Even if you don't think so.

Chi Chi loves you.

Today was a self-designated Red Lipstick Day. These are days when I don my Red Lipstick and do things just because I feel like doing them. Usually. But today was not a usual day for me or my Diva Attitude. In fact, my Diva Attitude seems to have lost itself during the events of the past two days.

Most of us learned on either Sunday night or Monday morning that a very bad person was killed in a faraway country. He did a lot of wrong to a lot of people. And I guess maybe he had to go....but. There is always a but (or two) in the back of my mind when I think about this.

1. Is it actually okay to barge into a country without their knowing and killing people?

Honestly, I'm not so sure. No matter who they are or what they did, I don't think killing is okay in any situation.

2. When someone is killed (again, no matter who it may be), that means that they DIED. And death and killing are not things that should, in my book, be celebrated with dancing in Times Square or flashmobs outside dorm rooms in Illinois. 

This whole situation makes me feel rather sick inside. But I have taken advice from Theological Nerd Alert and am currently watching the final episode of Avatar: The Last Airbender, which I am told provides some great insight on the use of violence (when it is okay, when not, who should use violence and against whom...). Theological Nerd Alert is one of the wisest and most faith-filled people I know. So I had to take him up on that suggestion, and it is making me feel substantially better about my state of mind.

Now to the fun part... Father Steinbecker dropped me off at The School I Have Yet to Nickname's back door, where I miraculously found FG! She was working artistically, sponge roller (yes, they DO exist) in hand and a MASSIVE Project on the grass in front of her. That Project started out as two sheets of muslin and now looks like Sherlock Holmes should be popping out from behind it.

 That woman is magic in its most extreme form. And guess what?

We got to watch paint dry with each other. Mission accomplished.

p.s. You can check out FG's witty and wonderful blog here.

Viva To The Diva

Tonight was the fantastic Show Choir "Fun" Night (I say "fun" because it was not called "fun night" until S.eller's opening speech), and it was FABULOUS. At seven p.m., the glorious Lil' Newton sashayed onstage in a sparkly blue prom dress with a skirt three times bigger than her. It was odd to see her play the Prima Donna, as she is usually a very down-to-earth person. She, however, is one of the few people on this earth who reserve the right to be a diva whenever they choose.

Not everyone can be a diva. But then again, 

I am not everyone-am I?

Then came my dear MoDawg, wearing JazzyFace's apron from a certain Irish play and singing a lovely tune from Spring Awakening. Love her. Love her MoDawg dance. On to Trish, the one who has taught me so much in this life. She is so talented and lovely and wonderful and oh goodness I can't find anymore words for how utterly amazing she is. 

She is a ginger.

Like this guy.

To follow came MurrKat and Jessicaaaaaaaa, both of whom nearly brought me to tears. I have a Special Suprise for them, but that particular blog is for Friday. 

Then came Glitter Unicorn. She is the one with The Hair and The Clothing and The Family and The Talent and The Overall Magic about her that just makes people want to be her. Including me. She has given me a Gift and the strength and wisdom I need to use the responsibility that comes with it wisely. I will be grateful to her forever for that. 

For you, Glitter Unicorn. 

Sparkle on.

We did The Set. We sang The Songs. Everything that could have possibly gone perfect did. And afterward, I got to see this guy.

You will have to crane your neck to see The Eyes. 

It is worth it, I promise.

We call him Jumper.

So overall, the night went very successfully. I am so in love with My People. Thanks for the Theater Magic.

I Would Jump Into My TV For This Movie

Chameleons. Hair. Attractive male leads. And frying pans.

Usually I'm pretty old school. Any Disney movie made after 2002 is by definition less good than anything that precedes it. But then I saw THIS.

Here comes The Smolder.

I have seen this particular movie six times in the past seven days. I cannot get the songs out of my head. Frankly, I cannot get The Smolder Guy out of my head. The dude can SING. And he is GOOD at it. 

In a nutshell, I get the tingly-ribcage-nervous-butterfly-magic feeling. Can I please be The Girl With The Hair? Please?

If I had her hair, I would use it in this way as well. If you heard him sing, so would you.

I've just now realized how oddly embarrassing it is to be this enamored of an animated movie. But to tell you the truth, I don't much care. If you do, I will use on you a method of violence used quite often in this particular film.

Frying Pans: Who Knew, Right?

Well...THAT Happened

A lot of things happened last night.

1. I was almost kidnapped by FG, The Man She Loves, and BFK. Not that there is anything wrong with that. In fact, I love these people. They feed me and take me on Theater Excursions. And they appreciate my thing for all things glitter-oriented.

2. We watched a puppy die....for two hours. Well, not really. But yes. We'll call it a Theater Excursion, I guess. It happened to be a show that usually makes FG get all warm and fuzzy inside. I can see where it would-it could be quite delightful, actually. But yesterday a puppy died and bled puce. In the words of BFK, "Well...THAT happened." I couldn't have said it better myself.

3. The Management was prepared for an after party-with fancy crackers and stuff. She and FG are basically the same person, so we enjoy getting them together because you never know what could happen.

They do not wear chicken suits.

We will leave that to Mister Man.

 BFK and I headed downstairs to find more cheese....and found a sunburned Skinny Me passed out to a blaring rerun of The Wedding. I restrained my urge to draw on her face. 

He's watching you.

But as all good things that happen, the party came to an end. My Favorite People passed safely through The Gateway. FG, if you are reading this, I apologize for the lack of cocktail weinies. I will make it up to you.