Returning to Normalcy

Holy, I haven’t blogged in a minute. Sorry. My life was NKOTB clogged for about 18 months. Now that they’ve left me again, I’m slowly returning to my usual self. I watched a documentary last night called “Paper Heart” all because of a blog I read. Is that spontaneous or what? Reminds me of the time I had my after work plans screwed up all because of a coupon that said Cheesecake Factory was having a half off sale on their cheesecakes one day. Bye bye gym, hello red velvet cheesecake! Yum, and yes, it was worth it. After watching the film, it made me realize how much I had missed out on this whole time I was running around the country following a band. I could’ve started writing my next play already. I could’ve attended workshops at Bindlestiff. I could’ve auditioned for shows. I could’ve followed through on learning how to play the guitar. I could’ve picked up the kulintang again. I could've gone to more indie rock or comedy shows that my friends performed at. Well, guess now’s my chance.

Oh wait, I got sidetracked. I meant to talk about “Paper Heart.” I meant to say that watching that film made me realize the type of guys that I like. They’re a kind of a geeky, effeminate, sensitive, laidback, awkward sweetheart type of guy. Where do they hang out because I’d really like to go there and people watch. I’m not the bold confident type that can just walk up to a guy and tell them I like them or that I think they’re a potential mate for me. I’m more the type to watch them from afar and hope they notice me & take an interest enough to come to me and say hello. That happened last night. Unfortunately, it was because the guy was the host of the restaurant so he was paid to do it. In an indirect kind of way, I paid him to say hello to me since I was a customer. Is that what I’ll have to do? Pay someone to talk to me? That doesn’t make sense. Why should I pay him? He should pay me. He should pay me some attention because…because……hmmmph. I can’t finish this sentence, much less this thought. Getting cluttered. I will resolute later.

Geezus, it's been a minute

Oh my goodness, I haven't been blogging here. Sorry, I have 6 blogs. But anyway, what's happened since? Well, nothing much. For New Year's Eve, I celebrated Joe McIntyre's 36th birthday & New Year's Eve with some NKOTB friends. We had a cake with his picture on it. Here it is:
It was fun. We listened to his solo CDs and watched a couple of his movies til the wee hours of the night. I know I should be out partying but really, to me, New Year's Eve is just another day. I'm not a big party girl unless I'm the one hosting it. :)

I've been noticing something different about myself lately. Some more of the spring tour dates were released today and the thing is, I wasn't even excited. A year ago, I would've screamed at the top of my lungs. Actually, a year ago was when I found out about this reunion. I remember it clearly; the wave of disbelief settling into my stomach, the rise of excitement shooting through my body, giving me chills down my arms, my face, my spine, my throat. I couldn't believe it. I thought it was a joke, surreal, impossible, a dream come true. I think about my life before the reunion and it amazes me how much has changed.

I was having lunch with a couple of friends the other day. We are all artists and we were talking about projects. All I remember saying is how my life is completely suspended right now. I am unable to move forward with the projects I want to do because I am so highly enveloped in the NKOTB reunion that my previous ongoing life has ceased to continue for the time being. I don't know what to do. Believe me, I know this is stupid and I know there is life outside of this reunion but it seems to be the only thing I want to be updated about, the only thing I want to concentrate on, the only thing that gets me excited right now. Lame, right? Actually, not quite.

If it weren't for the reunion, I would never have known that you can save youtube videos. I would never have known about online storage sites. I would never have known about RSS feeds. I would never have found out about mp4s, mpgs, wmvs, or movs. I would never have met the wonderful people I have met throughout my trek across the United States. I would never have realized exactly where the source of my upbringing actually came from, why I am the way I am, and how much I missed my childhood. So no, the New Kids are not stupid, the New Kids are not immature, and the New Kids are NOT PLAYIN'.

Life is moving on and I'm stuck on the internet

Just realized today that I'm supposed to leave for Noo Yawk (NY) in exactly 2 miserable weeks. I'm starving right now but I can't seem to tear myself away from the ever forbidden internet. Although I have been following this whole New Kids reunion like a celebrity stalker, I still cannot shake off the fact that life is still moving forward and I still have responsibilities, which brings me to the disdainful realization that I have traffic school to attend and I still have not signed up. It isn't that I've been forgetting about this particular thorn in my side but rather, I've chosen to believe that perhaps, by fate, somehow I will accidentally slip through the cracks. Yes, I know. Ridiculous. If the government wants their money, they will surely find their ruthless way to get it.

On a lighter note, I have recently gotten some highlights in my hair and I don't what if I did it because I was adamantly bored, because I wanted to look a few years younger, or because it was only $30 for 8 foil highlights. Ding ding ding! Obviously, it was reason #4: all of the above. Isn't that always the case? A woman, who feels that her appearance that is rather drab and unattractive will somehow find a way to make themselves seemingly happier, more vibrant, and full of energy. On my short note, I don't feel any of these characteristics, as a matter of factly, I feel quite the opposite, and I feel like consoling myself right now with a couple of soft-boiled eggs. BRB...

My my, those embryos are satisfying when they're runny, aren't they? Speaking of children, everyone continually asks me if I plan on having my own family. Seeing as I'm 31 and single, they are getting unanimously worried that I may live my life as a spinster. Honestly, is that really such a horrible life to live? Who says that a woman's life is only fulfilled through the agonizing pain of childbirth? I could always adopt if I wanted to. I imagine that the only reason I'm thinking about children is through my recent viewing of the movie "Baby Mama" starring the very funny & amazingly talented Tina Fey & Amy Poehler. I really love seeing them perform together. The movie was insignificant in my mind but I still enjoyed my 90 minutes of overdue saturday night live humor.

Anyway, I need to return to my sleuthing. The information highway is going at maximum speed and I need to catch up.