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.

Happy NKOTB Day!!

19 years ago, governor Michael Dukakis declared April 24, 1989 to be New Kid On The Block Day. To celebrate this day, I had to wish everyone on Myspace & Facebook a HAPPY NEW KIDS ON THE BLOCK DAY!! I know it's strange for me to be celebrating but hey, it's worth my time because NKOTB made me who I am today. Nothing wrong with honoring my creator. haha! I'm sure you're all saying, "I thought that was God." Well, God gave me life but NKOTB gave me my iron clad will to resist peer pressure. I'm at my strongest point yet and I do my best never to let anyone knock me down. If I do, I'll get right back up.

Anyway, can't write much right now. Got a lot of work to do. I'll get back to you another day.

It's been a minute

Life has been passing me by while I have been in a zone thes past couple of months. Since January 28th, 2008 to be exact. The New Kids On The Block are reuniting for a tour & a new album. The zone I have been in since January includes numbness, shock, and sleuthing. I've been trying to find every little detail I can muster up about my favorite band of all time and being content to just to be "in-the-know." Cmon, what am I gonna do with an address? I'm not gonna go over there and sit on the porch (as much as I'd LOVE to). I'm not gonna call endlessly without saying a word (as much as I'm tempted to). I'm not gonna bug every person who I know they're in contact with to get me a backstage pass (although I HAVE been bugging my friends who are even remotely in the business to get me some hookups but no such luck...yet).


Sigh...wow. New Kids on the Block. Reuniting after 20 years. My past & my present coming together. I never thought it would happen. I never imagined this chapter in my life would be reread. I'm dumbfounded by the fact that 20 years later, this band can still get me giddy, excited, and smiling from ear to ear. I can still remember being a 13 year old, with my cousin and a friend, staying up for 48 hours straight!! We were trying to create a dance routine to "Never Gonna Fall In Love Again." It was a lot of fun that summer. We had on our leggings, our New Kids shirt (I had on my Joe McIntyre shirt of course) and our tape player blasting the night away. My mother thought I had gone nuts! And I did. We studied their videos to learn their moves, we memorized the lyrics to every single song they ever sang, and we would talk about our fantasies, that which always involved all five of the New Kids (not just our fave-just to be fair). Lord, just now, I even remember writing a short story about my "Happily Ever After" with NKOTB. Sigh...those were the days when bills came in 1, 5, 10 or 20 instead of piles with the junkmail. Those were the days when my biggest worry in life was finishing a multiple choice take home test on time instead of finishing a deadline for a client or else you're fired. Those were the days when you thought houses were free to live in and you had no idea what the big deal was with leaving the lights on all night by accident.

For me, this reunion is not about reliving the past or drumming up som nostalgic feelings of happiness. It's not about making up for lost time or bringing back my childhood days of carefree living. And it certainly is not about me trying to feel young again and acting like a crazed teenager (although sometimes it may look that way.) No. This reunion, as Donnie said, will be my "redemption." Wahlberg explains. “I want it to be redemption for the fans. I want them to feel entertained, to feel treated to something special. And I want them to be so satisfied by what they get that they’ll realize they weren’t crazy all those years ago — that they put their heart into the right place back then and that it was worth the wait to come back again.”

Hmm. Something special? The fact that he said that already makes me feel special, as if they're doing this reunion just for the music, the love, and the fans. So, I'm NOT crazy for liking them all those years? No, I'm really not. And this new album will prove everyone wrong. And just like how the New Kids do it, right IN YO FACE. There will be no more games. Take it home, boys! Ooops, I mean, MEN. ;-) Muah!

Apathetic Workplace

I'm sitting here at work, as I have been all week, restless and bored. My boss is enjoying her lackadaisical week free of grievances, requests, and microwaveable lunches. Mind you, there is barrier between me and the visiting complainants who look at me and see that I'm busily pushing paper, filling out forms, and writing letters to some important person high up on the corporate ladder. This unnoticeable barrier allows the truth to be concealed, which is that without tasks to do, I can now finish my script, read a book for pleasure, and stalk hot celebrities for pictures I will use to drool over at night when I am spending an evening making a sandwich for dinner and watching a DVD of the Kids in the Hall. Well, if that wasn't a run-on sentence, I don't know what is. My skin is behaving like a breeding ground for pain. Whenever I go on a road trip, my skin freaks out and starts to rebel by forming little pockets of pain, reddish in appearance and full of hormonal surprises. Alas, I've come to the conclusion that I need to go back on the pill as my last resort attempt to control my hormones that are causing this little eruption of acne that was brought on by the road trip. It must've been the air in LA that I was ubiquitously exposed to.

Sigh...my appointment is 2 weeks away. They said I'm due for a pap smear. I guess this would be helpful to discover if I have any illnesses lurking around down there. Although, seeing as I'm a born again virgin, the possibility of an outbreak is pretty slim. I shudder at the thought of that cold clamp being inserted inside me, giving me chills down my arms and through my back. But it's okay. I guess it's worth it if that's what it takes to get that magic pill that will wipe my face clean of this annoying connect-the-dot face that I'm currently building. All I need is a marker. I guess that's fair because then, I'll have an activity to occupy myself at work.

Funkdafied

I am in such a perpetual funk. I'm supposed to be hastily packing away but instead, I waste my entire lazy weekend online surfing for NKOTB reunion hints. I'm starving for news and am constantly anticipating an announcement that may never arrive. My birthday's coming up and instead of turning an ominous 31 years old, I've somehow managed to flip the numbers and am actually 30 going on 13. Has my life really been reduced to such a comical fling of a fantasy that I am unaware of when I will wake up and cease to daydream? I listen to me ridicule myself to the point of no return and I find that I haven't the slightest willpower to fight procrastination. My period is annoying me and I refuse to make the effort to gather my belongings for my journey to another living space.

I don't care. It's just a place to sleep for me. I don't plan on getting any new unused furniture that I will only regret buying because I will only end up overdrafting on my debit card and complain about the unreturnable fatboy I wasn't able to afford in the first place. But do I have to meet any type of false standards of what a "cool" room should look like? Would anyone else care if I started collecting NKOTB posters again and plastering them all over my walls as a pseudo-wallpaper? Did I really just write that? No worries. I won't collect any posters of Joey McIntyre and you won't find his face on the back of my door like you would have in 1990 but I promise you this: if the posters found themselves on my doorstep without any effort on my part, you will be sure they will find a home on my wallspace, guaranteed.

Shit, my period is really bothering me. It didn't used to. I used to get these angry cramps that would make a stabbing in my throbbing uterus sound like a good idea. But after taking ortho for years, they went away. Now that I've stopped, the cramps are slowly creeping back, like a bad locked-out memory that's been triggered by a traumatic experience. In this case, depression or stress seems to be the ultimate culprit. I feel the need to get out of the house but it's so dreadfully cold inside my house that it must be even worse outside and it causes me to wear multiple layers, resulting in a horrendous outfit no one would ever compliment.

And who are you to judge?

Okay, I just need to address this really quickly. I've been reading up on the buzz about New Kids on the Block reunion and when people comment on the articles, it is from both good and foul mouth individuals. To the foul-mouth individuals, I just have a question. What the fuck is your problem? I don't understand why you can't let people have their enjoyment. The NKOTB meant something different to a lot of people. Now that they've decided to reunite, I don't see any reason to put them down about it. If a band like Sting broked up and got back together, would people really be talkin shit like this? Making comments that they will never make it? As if you're somebody special who is valid enough to make such a comment like that??! And what the hell is up with people commenting that they're not exactly "Kids" anymore and that they should change their name to Old Men on the Block? Hello!? What about Kid Rock? Or that movie The Heartbreak Kid? Or Kid n Play? I don't hear anyone saying they should change THEIR name. Cretins.

Their music was what I turned to during some low points in my life and excuse my lame ass for appreciating their voices and making me feel cradled when I needed to cry cuz you know what? Sometimes, you just have to cry! Sometimes, you wish you were back in time, living the simple life, enjoying simple pleasures, ignoring the problems that are yet to come as a adult. I don't see what's wrong with having them be associated with a time when life was simpler for all of us 30 somethings who had their music to love. What's wrong with loving a band? Have you never loved a band or been to a concert and enjoyed yourself? What, are you too cool now, huh? I'm sorry for this retarded rant but I'm raving about the thought of going to their long-awaited concert (finally) after my mom refused to let me go as a teenager.

sigh...

All I'm saying is, we ALL need to get away from our cruel realities once in awhile. If you don't want to, just let the rest of us enjoy it and keep your dirty mouth shut!

Assholes.

NKOTB Reunion

Okay, you KNEW I had to talk about this. The web is all a buzz. I don't know what to say about this relic of a phenomenon. The infamous "Blockheads" come lurking out from their hiding places, seeking to find one another and recreate a long lost community. Yes, I admit it. I am certainly a part of this community and I have been wandering, aching, searching for my counterparts who have yet to reveal their true selves to my blatant identity as a New Kid fan. My circle of friends are aware of my past loves, current loves, and perhaps even my secret loves and no one has ever given me a reason to let it go.



So here I am, watching the newly created video that has just been put up on the web of http://www.nkotb.com/. I didn't expect much more than a skant paragraph of vague news about reunion. I didn't expect a short and sweet video clip, rewinding my emotional age to 16, giving me chilling goosebumps on my numbing cheeks, and watering my satiated eyes. It said, "They rose from the streets of Boston...To Become the biggest band in the world...They influenced a generation...They sold over 70 million albums and grossed more than one billion dollars...5 Multiplatinum albums, 10 Top 10 Singles, 5 Number One Singles...Then they walked away from it all...Millions of fans around the world await their return...Are you ready?"

Some may say this is pathetic, pitiful, annoying, retarded. But why? If the Beatles were to reunite, what would fans think of that? I'm sure Beatlemania would crawl out of its enclosed space and take over the middleaged world of underground pop. The negative criticism does not hinder me. I was 16 when I had this unconditional passion. My pink plastic NKOTB water bottle still sitting at my bedside table proves it. Without passion, we become a cold, cruel, heartless individual with no one to share their life with. We become my coworker.

From nkotb.com http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HG9IqibdUsI