Nerd Girl Anthem

Confession:


I love Taylor Swift.



Call me cliché, but she just hits the spot with the girl anthem. I'm pretty sure that any band, choir, theatre geek can totally get this song. As my nearly 20 year old (ACK.) little brother said of another of her songs Love Story:

This is my jam.



You Belong With Me - Taylor Swift

100th Post!!

Wow! I can't believe I've already posted 100 times. Geez.


Well, to celebrate this occasion, I feel I should blog about something that means a lot to me. Something that changed my life forever.


a potato.


Not just any potato, friends. This was a life altering spud of epic proportions. I'm not kidding when I say that for weeks after this potato incident, I couldn't go more than 3 days without mentioning it. People, this tuber consumed my thoughts. It's story time:



Over Thanksgiving, my Li'l Brudder and Seester and I went to southish Texas to see my Dad. Not ON Thanksgiving, but the day before, we went to this small town eatery for lunch. It was some manner of barbecue place and so they obviously had baked potatoes. They had something I had officially never seen before, but I was so intrigued, and it sounded so delicious that I ordered it. (Looking back, I am SO glad I did and yet I also have a healthy {ha, healthy} amount of regret tied to the experience. Mainly because after I ate it, I wanted to die. So much potato... anyway, back to the story.)

The potato I ordered ended up being about the size of a softball and a half. That is not remotely a small potato, or even a medium one. This potato meant business. It had my standard potato trappings of butter, cheese and sour cream, but here's where the magic happened: There was a chicken fried steak on, nay, in this potato. A whole chicken fried steak. On/In this mammoth potato. And white gravy, because you can't eat a chicken fried steak without white gravy.

That's the part that I look upon fondly. The actual potato. Eating the whole thing? I don't exactly look upon that with the same sense of nostalgia and general happiness associated with good food memories. *whew*

Anyway, to you who read this and see my delightful potato as an abomination to food everywhere, I am sad for you. Maybe it's just my general Southern upbringing that makes me particularly susceptible to the wiles of foods of this nature, but either way... that potato affected my life more than some people, and for that, it gets its own commemorative blog post.




And now a picture of a lizard on a chaise lounge (because this is what I found when I was trying to find a graphic of the number 100):




hahahahahahahaha


Hiliarious. Explanation here.

My return to the land of the living

I updated my Facebook status to let the world know that I am done with all my school responsibilities this semester (THANK GOD) and my friend John said, "Finally your tweets might be less of a downer all the time... ;)"

So, I formally apologize for my lack of characteristic up-ness in these recent times. At this point, I will not obsess over grades and school and whatnot, as there's not a thing I can do about it (This is my Hakuna Matata reflex. I have talked about it a little before). I'll probably check the online grade postings like it's a cast list waiting to go up, but stress time is officially over.


I absolutely cannot express how glad I am that it's finally summer. I was very, I guess resentful is the best word for it, resentful this semester with regard to my classes. The relief of knowing that all I am truly responsible for is showing up to work is just... so.... nice... *sigh*


I have very high hopes for this summer, too. Last summer was great, don't get me wrong, but my job kept me completely tied to OKC. I literally left the city for 2 days. This will NOT be the case this summer. I have concerts and operas and digging for diamonds (yes, I'm serious. How ama-za-zing does this look??) and who-knows-what else I want to do. Even if I don't get to do all (or heck, any) of it, just having the ability to get up and go feels so good.

And because I'm all about lists, I'm going to make a Summer List. I was going to call it a "To-do" list, but it's not really that. It's more of a "All the things I may have in store for me this summer" list:

• Go to Tulsa to see A Little Night Music and My Fair Lady. I have several friends involved and I had a BLAST last year when I went.


• See Ben Folds in Tulsa or Fayetteville (pending financial situation and desire to see 1964: The Tribute in Wichita Falls the same day as the Tulsa concert)


• Seester and I have been wanting to go to Crater of Diamonds State Park for a LONG time. If we can get that together, it would be flipping sweet.


• My friend Shelley will be in Tanglewood teaching kids at the camp part, but she said that I could (read: should) come see her because it's like "Disneyworld, but for music." Sounds good to me.


• My Alyssa friend and I jokingly talked about starting a store on Etsy to maybe profitably get rid of some of the things that are created when we need a crafty outlet for our creativeness. I was only half joking.

I should also include a couple of not quite as fun (but VERY IMPORTANT) things:

• Learn the Four Last Songs by R. Strauss for my recital


• Do research and/or begin work on my thesis

And that's just the stuff I know off the top of my head. I haven't even thought about 4th of July or my birthday (turning 25. Whoatown.) at the end of July or ever seeing my dad in southish Texas or just going to Wichita Falls at random to see Seester, Li'l Brudder, and my mom. This is going to be awesome.


Summer, I have waited all semester for you to get here:



Let's do this.




Thought I should introduce Li'l Brudder properly, but aside from pics of him with a jewfro, I can't really find a good picture. So ignore my retarded expression, if you don't mind:





However, I also think his jewfro is endlessly hilarious, so here's Brudder and Pops a while back ago:

lawls.