Howdy there ladies and gents,
Again sorry for the hiatus on the postage. But to be totally honest anytime I've spent on the computer has been dedicated to watching Supernatural until my brain hurts. Yeah that show with the 2 brothers who hunt supernatural things? '67 Impala...good classic rock...bad writing. It's an addiction that cannot be treated let me tell you.
Now for a long time I wasn't really sure what to post about. I had hit a writers block. Or just a very dull point in my life (which I suppose in itself could be a post.) I had considered titles such as "Why I Was Hitler In My Previous Life" and "What Happens When Supernatural Takes Over Your Life". But none of these seemed quite the right fit.
Until the other day, inspiration hit. Actually just my stupidity hit and then afterwards came the inspiration. And I have to thank Enrique Iglesias for this story.
It isn't a long one, nor is it as classically funny as my obsession with Jasmine. It's just a simple story to give you a taste of the everyday life for me. Which isn't all Jasmine and Bret Michaels
So one day my boyfriend and I went camping. Woo! Big story! Anywho...we were driving home after and he decided to let me pick the music. Big mistake.
My music is the kind of music a tween would love. I'm talking pop hits galore on my ipod. Yeah...well I was searching through my list of songs trying to pick one that wasn't overly sappy or country (both of which my boyfriend has banned from his truck). Fine. I can work within those parameters.
Or I can choose to ignore them entirely.
Which of course lead to my song of choice. I looked over at him and said "I found one you'll really like"
I could tell from the look on his face he had already guessed it wasn't going to be one he would like. But without a care in the world I hit play and cranked the speakers.
This is what played
I looked at him and without inhibition I began to sing to him. With all the soul of Aretha Franklin. The pain of Enrique. I imagined I was the one hopelessly dying in the rain due to gang members. Burning hundred dollar bills. Defending my scantily clad bitch(Jennifer Love Hewitt) against Mickey Rourke (I know, that's what I said. How in the frick did Enrique get all these big names?)
In hopes (I think) to drown me out he turned it up(correction: according to him he actually likes this song). I sang louder. I pulled out all my passion as the chorus began. I wasn't even drunk.
We pulled up to the stop lights. Oh did I mention our windows were open? Key point there.
Anyways, as we pulled up to the light an S.U.V. with a mother and her two daughters pulled up beside us. I was belting out the chorus at the top of my lungs. It was at this moment I opened my eyes and realized that I would never sing in public again.
As I looked over the vehicle beside us I see the mother rolling down the window for both her daughters and her to hear to my heartfelt song to my boyfriend.
And. They were LAUGHING.
They literally rolled down their windows simply to watch me make a fool of myself.What kind of devil woman promotes bullying in her children?
I suddenly felt a surge of tween-like self-consciousness and instantly ended my heartfelt display of musical prowess. Enrique would have to go it alone for the rest of the song. (Which lets be honest, up to that point I really did carry him).
Lesson: Singing to your boyfriend...embarrassing. Having small children watch while you sing to your boyfriend and then laughing...so much WORSE.
Small children are mean these days. Perhaps that is where my desire to teach stems from. Now don't get thinking it's because I want to stop kids from bullying. No it's to get back at those little demons and to take out all my pent-up childhood memories of being bullied on them. Then they will know how it feels and I'll inadvertently get back at every bully I've ever faced! Such a healthy compromise.
You watch your back spawn of Satan...I'm coming to get you and you will regret the day you ever laughed at Enrique.
Again sorry for the hiatus on the postage. But to be totally honest anytime I've spent on the computer has been dedicated to watching Supernatural until my brain hurts. Yeah that show with the 2 brothers who hunt supernatural things? '67 Impala...good classic rock...bad writing. It's an addiction that cannot be treated let me tell you.
Now for a long time I wasn't really sure what to post about. I had hit a writers block. Or just a very dull point in my life (which I suppose in itself could be a post.) I had considered titles such as "Why I Was Hitler In My Previous Life" and "What Happens When Supernatural Takes Over Your Life". But none of these seemed quite the right fit.
Until the other day, inspiration hit. Actually just my stupidity hit and then afterwards came the inspiration. And I have to thank Enrique Iglesias for this story.
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| also if you look up ANY picture of Enrique...this is the look you get |
It isn't a long one, nor is it as classically funny as my obsession with Jasmine. It's just a simple story to give you a taste of the everyday life for me. Which isn't all Jasmine and Bret Michaels
So one day my boyfriend and I went camping. Woo! Big story! Anywho...we were driving home after and he decided to let me pick the music. Big mistake.
My music is the kind of music a tween would love. I'm talking pop hits galore on my ipod. Yeah...well I was searching through my list of songs trying to pick one that wasn't overly sappy or country (both of which my boyfriend has banned from his truck). Fine. I can work within those parameters.
Or I can choose to ignore them entirely.
Which of course lead to my song of choice. I looked over at him and said "I found one you'll really like"
I could tell from the look on his face he had already guessed it wasn't going to be one he would like. But without a care in the world I hit play and cranked the speakers.
This is what played
I looked at him and without inhibition I began to sing to him. With all the soul of Aretha Franklin. The pain of Enrique. I imagined I was the one hopelessly dying in the rain due to gang members. Burning hundred dollar bills. Defending my scantily clad bitch(Jennifer Love Hewitt) against Mickey Rourke (I know, that's what I said. How in the frick did Enrique get all these big names?)
In hopes (I think) to drown me out he turned it up(correction: according to him he actually likes this song). I sang louder. I pulled out all my passion as the chorus began. I wasn't even drunk.
We pulled up to the stop lights. Oh did I mention our windows were open? Key point there.
Anyways, as we pulled up to the light an S.U.V. with a mother and her two daughters pulled up beside us. I was belting out the chorus at the top of my lungs. It was at this moment I opened my eyes and realized that I would never sing in public again.
As I looked over the vehicle beside us I see the mother rolling down the window for both her daughters and her to hear to my heartfelt song to my boyfriend.
And. They were LAUGHING.
They literally rolled down their windows simply to watch me make a fool of myself.What kind of devil woman promotes bullying in her children?
I suddenly felt a surge of tween-like self-consciousness and instantly ended my heartfelt display of musical prowess. Enrique would have to go it alone for the rest of the song. (Which lets be honest, up to that point I really did carry him).
Lesson: Singing to your boyfriend...embarrassing. Having small children watch while you sing to your boyfriend and then laughing...so much WORSE.
Small children are mean these days. Perhaps that is where my desire to teach stems from. Now don't get thinking it's because I want to stop kids from bullying. No it's to get back at those little demons and to take out all my pent-up childhood memories of being bullied on them. Then they will know how it feels and I'll inadvertently get back at every bully I've ever faced! Such a healthy compromise.
You watch your back spawn of Satan...I'm coming to get you and you will regret the day you ever laughed at Enrique.
