Gems

It's late! I need to sleep, but there are too many funny videos on this site: everythingisterrible.com

Here are three. I'll do more exploring later:

Learn to Flirt:


Conceal and Carry:

CONCEAL N' CARRY! from Everything Is Terrible! on Vimeo.

Geneology for Nuts:

Losing My Mind

It's hard being a hopeless romantic, it really is, and yet I am glad I am. I know people who don't really believe in love, haven't really experienced heartache - they believe in marriage and like having a partner, but don't think being "in love" really exists and you know what? Even though heartbreak is so hard and painful, I am so glad I feel it. I like reading the poems and sonnets and plays and literature from over the centuries and understanding the highs and lows of love. It means I'm alive. This morning a friend of mine, who one might not expect to be a hopeless romantic told me "I wake up she's on my mind, I go to bed she's on my mind, so I just need to get to a point where other things are on my mind." So sweet and I get it. And I like knowing that there are others out there who understand being heart-sick. It instantly made me think of the Sondheim song, "Losing My Mind". This is one of my audition pieces and I always loved/love singing it. It's traditionally sang by a woman, but I first heard it from Michael Ball, who gives it such a completely heart-felt, heart-breaking performance, linked below:



Along this theme. I've also had a sort of depressing week in realizing that romance in the movies has sort of ruined me. Specifically all the '80's teen movies I watched in my formative years, like "Sixteen Candles", "Pretty in Pink", "Some Kind of Wonderful" etc. In them the rich/popular/perfect/wonderful/dream person will realize that they don't want to be with the typical/usual/popular/rich/shallow people and want to be with the poor/interesting/geniune/quirky/real person. Jake Ryan doesn't want the blonde popular prom queen, he sees the beauty and genuine specialness (?) of Molly Ringwald. I wanted to believe this. But real life is actually the rich and popular, marry the rich and popular and stay rich and popular. People stay in their safe, comfortable circles. Guys want the trophy girls. Haha - I just realized that in the paragraph above I said I was a romantic and now I am crushing that with being a realist, okay and maybe a bit of a cynic. Le sigh.

Hmm. Ok. Reminding myself what I just said: the heartbreak is good. It's good to experience life. Good to be alive. Just be in the moment. Feel what you feel. Read some poetry, listen to some sad sap music and enjoy the rollercoaster.