Just Saying

Till Lindemann has a totally kickass voice. Seriously.

~musicalsparks

Moment of Silence

I have decided against buying Red Velvet. Moment of silence for any happiness I would have had. None really in the foreseeable future. That would have been my only happiness that I can see but c'est la vie, am I right? (I am by the way, I took 8 years of French, I know what I'm talking about).

I cannot bring myself to part with that much money. Had I only had to spend $1500 I would have considered it more, but I doubt I could even have done it then. I really do dislike parting with money, even if it is to the detriment of my own happiness. The funny thing is, I'm not particularly "happy" that I saved the money, though I am relieved. There's a distinct difference between the two. What I'm saving for... I have little idea. Perhaps I've finally gone to another level of mad. Oh well.

~musicalsparks

Lovely

I can't decide what to write. Should I comment on Ben Roethlisberger's latest? (I hope Pittsburgh doesn't suck too badly this year...)
Or that Red Velvet is finally up for sale? (and I'm considering spending money on him) (!)
Or that Steeley Steele is going to have to go on doxycycline? (AGAIN!)
Or that classes are almost over and my first year as a graduate RULED?
Or that I smell the wind of change in the air?
Or that I LOVE Gone with the Wind and that I want to see the movie in whole?

Or...

~musicalsparks

Basically

Spring is here. I was pretty certain I'd never see beautiful green fields again but they're coming back so hooray.

I'm still adhering to my plan to procure Red Velvet. After that, when my checkbook recovers, I promise to save money. I want to feel like I'm special damn it, so I need to get things that are super rare. I won't get into how there are people younger than I who have single horses that could outvalue my entire collection. I know, I'm being ridiculous, but I don't really care. Stupid kids, I swear that... okay, I said I wouldn't get into it and I won't.

I am actually happy and somewhat content. I just need some Cheerio snacks and my book.

~musicalsparks

Resolution

I have a new and probably not surprising "set the clocks forward an hour" resolution. Actually two, but I'm only writing about the one that is more amusing.

Firstly, "set the clocks forward an hour" resolutions are better than New Year's Resolutions, not only because I say so, but you get an hour head start. So... that makes more sense inside of my head.

You know the book Memoirs of a Geisha? I love that book by the way. Arthur Golden had interviewed a geisha and wrote down aspects of her story in Memoirs and kind of got in trouble since geisha life isn't supposed to be talked about. So he had to send her an "undisclosed amount of money." Which is where my resolution comes in.

I'm going to be a geisha! No, just kidding. You have to start when you're really young, and by geisha standards, I'm probably ancient as the mountains. No. But! My resolution is that I'm saving an undisclosed amount of money for the aforementioned and very beautiful Red Velvet.

I win because I wrote a longish blog that basically says, "I'm saving every single penny I have because I'm hell-bent on procuring a beautiful Breyer horse."

Yay it's almost spring and I'm joyous.

~musicalsparks

Announcement

I'm just going to sell my entire Breyer collection. That's right, all 400 or so of them, and I'll keep maybe 100 that I really like and that are somewhat valuable. Maybe some 13 year old brat who always wins everything at the Breyerfest raffles will have their parents buy them from me for their birthday or Christmas or just because. What is WITH all of these young kids who aren't even 15 getting all of the super rare ones and then parading them around Youtube??? It's entirely unfair. A 12 year old wins the Joker (2 made, total). A 13 year old wins Red Velvet (25 made and I wanted that horse the day I SAW him, he's STUNNING). A 12 or 13 year old wins Prairie Storm (8 made) and parades him all over Youtube as her next star in Horse School Musical. Next thing I know, I'm going to learn that some 14 year old won Silver Screen and plays with him and wrecks him. Jesus.

Damn it I'm tired of not being able to have a super rare one. I've been collecting since I was like 5. I still want to buy the Joker, but I can't bring myself to spend $5000+ on something like that. Seriously, this is entirely unfair and, for the record, I officially protest this. I probably can't even go to Breyerfest this year and I haven't been in 11 years :(.

Not. Fair.

~musicalsparks

American Education

HUGE rant

You know, it's pretty clear that the world is seriously out to irritate me and pull the carpet out from under me. I'm so serious. Okay. Firstly, the disappearing things.

I've had it with things that I like disappearing. Whenever they discontinue foods, it's ALWAYS the one I happen to like. They used to have this Asian wan tan thing I liked. The brand made four flavors. Now I come to find out that the flavor I liked has been discontinued, although there are mysteriously five flavors now.

I used to love Better Cheddars. It's a very very rare day that I find those, and the last time I found them, they were all burny tasting. Also, they used to make cream cheese squirt cheese. Not anymore!

Don't even get me friggin started on the White Russian ice cream that doesn't even exist, anywhere. And don't even get me started on the Pink Floyd lounge pants in women's. I've already discussed this.

Here's what REALLY got me pissed off today. I happened to catch part of the Tyra Show, and she was saying what the new type of guy was that women liked. She's saying that the guys who have bigger stomachs and bellies are the new thing. You know what? That's just fabulous. Put it on the air so that 14 million people can see it, that women like bigger guys. Oh and don't forget the Internet for those who missed the show.

Thanks for doubling, trebling, etc... my competition. I mean, clearly, I've had so much success with guys that I could run my own mansion with a whole herd of big guys who I could choose from as I pleased if I was fortunate enough to have that much money. I'm totally that successful with guys. And it's definitely not hard enough already for me to find someone. Nah, I can easily find guys, I mean they, like, flock to me like city pigeons wherever I go. You know that song, It's Raining Men? (Shit maybe it was a movie I don't know right now) The weather totally does that for me. People always joke about having a black cloud of despair hanging over their heads. I happen to have a stormcloud that is full of men follow me around and it rains down beautiful big guys for me. It's friggin true, I shit you not, guys just fall into my waiting lap.

And for the record, I happen to think that guys who have big stomachs are cute, so thanks Tyra for making everyone snag up what I want.

I mean seriously, do I friggin catch a break? All I need to hear now is that guys want a woman who's got huge boobs or something. Oh wait! They already do! Makes me life so much friggin easier. Big boobs, yeah that'll never go out of fashion, fortunately for me right?!?!

Mark my words, pretty soon the single, nice, cute guy with a big belly is going to become as rare as the White Russian ice cream. Fantastic.

I've had it.

~musicalsparks

Those lines are supposed to be indented

but oh well.

Nose

What did you say?
I'm sorry, I couldn't hear you,
over your breathing.
The whistling noise your nose makes
becomes my mantra,
my center of focus,
and I forget that you are there.
That's when we both drift into sleep,
wrapped in ourselves.
But I keep waking up,
wondering if it's real,
wondering if it's right,
anxious, nervous, sweating.
Then you exhale,
and I am brought back to myself.
I am riding a sharp and biting wind,
or a sigh of relief,
or a loud sneeze
that's so unfeminine of you.
That's how I know
where you are.
Fuck, I have no right to be tired,
not when I haven't done anything,
but let you down,
and stare at your nose all night.
I let myself down more,
if you wanted to know.
And now that you're awake
I can go to sleep,
and dream about someone else,
as you reappear before me.



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I don't know. I was trying something new. I haven't written a poem in a long while.

The purpose of people

Today, the express purpose of people I ran across, for the most part, has been to piss me off. I can't even remember most of them now because I'm so cold. I despise cold and wind. When I get married, which will be soon by God, we're moving to somewhere warm without howling arctic winds. Now my eye is twitching.

I was also saddened to learn that the cute guy who I like to find so I can pretend not to stare at him was not at work today for some reason. I know he works weekdays and has weekends off. Oh where are you B?

I also have hope that New England, as much as I dislike them, slaughters Baltimore this weekend. Baltimore, pffft, like they think they're going anywhere this year. Even if Tom Brady can't beat them, surely Peyton Manning will deliver a crushing blow to any hopes the ravens had of going to the Super Bowl.

I can't stop eating chocolate covered marshmellows... and why is it telling me that marshmellow is spelled wrong?

~musicalsparks

Incredible

Firstly, I want to make a point that, at my wedding, which will happen in the next few years by God, there will be no children who are at the age of crying uncontrollably allowed. I will invariably piss off a bunch of people by saying that, my brother and his wife included. I don't care if kids who can sit still and be quiet for the ceremony are there. Also, if the children want to be kept in a separate building from my ceremony, that's okay.

What I DON'T want is this: when I look back over my wedding video (which I WILL do) I don't want to be distracted by a bunch of squalling children or children who are running around. Hell, I don't want to be distracted by that DURING the wedding! No it's not cute, and no, it's not excusable. Most importantly, this is MY and MY HUSBAND'S WEDDING. Preemptive strike: no, there will be NO ring bearer and NO flower girl. If you decide to bring your young crying age child to my ceremony, be advised: I will have duct tape on hand. After all, silence is golden... but duct tape is silver.

So anyway, my main reason for writing this was this. I heard about something called "My Tiny Hands," which sounded suspiciously like something that would annoy me. Sure enough, I went to that website. http://www.mytinyhands.com/

Are you freakin' kidding me? Come on parents, seriously, knock it off. People are not out to contaminate your child. And who goes around touching other peoples' kids?? I sure as hell don't.

I'm going to get a sign for my horses' stall. "Please wash your hands and wipe the bottom of your shoes. You could be carrying the strangles virus. If I get it, you could cost my mommy thousands of dollars. Do you really want to get a half-million dollar horse sick? :("

Seriously...

~musicalsparks

Also

To the news, and everyone:

Please, no more about Michael Jackson.

Yours,

~musicalsparks