I am not multi-tasker. I'm having a lot of trouble typing and singing along to Wicked at the same time. I could turn off the music, but I feel like singing so I'm just going to deal with typos and scattershot thoughts. AND SO ARE YOU HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! That's what you get for reading this.
That's not a 3; it's a W, for Wicked.
This morning - what you probably know as "afternoon" - I felt like singing. Just really, really felt like singing. And I realized that's maybe the thing I miss the very most with not having a car: driving around and singing at the top of my lungs. I took singing lessons through a lot of college, and I always practiced in the car because it was the only place I was SURE I wouldn't be overheard (and trust me, you don't want to overhear me singing - I can't carry a tune in a bucket. I love that cliche because then I have to imagine what it would look like to carry a tune in a bucket, and I wonder how you could get a tune to stay in a bucket because it seems like the kind of thing that would just float away on the air).
I've alwaysalwaysalways wanted to do a cross-country road trip, but I've never been able to get all my ducks neatly in a row (more cliches! I'm all about showtunes and cliches today. It must be Tuesday). Now I'm unemployed and I have the funds, but...no car. And I think renting one would drain my bank account to a degree I'm not prepared to deal with. (I end sentences with prepositions. It's a stupid rule. Suck it up.)
But I would REALLY love to drive cross-country and sing at the top of my lungs the whole way.
Once, in college, I drove from Utah home to California with my sister, Melanie. I think she's probably the only person who's ever heard me sing without inhibition. Mainly because she's almost as big of a dork as I am. Almost. She is also freakishly tiny.
I remember singing "Seasons of Love" (heehee! theatre kids are so dorky) from Rent, just blasting it and not caring how totally white-girl we sounded. That is a great memory. Mel, ditch the family
and let's go on a road trip and sing. I miss how much fun we used to have together. Remember that time you and your friends came and stayed with me at Chapman? That was a blast. Let's eat our way through the USA. That can be our motto. We can get it printed on t-shirts, and wear visors and fanny packs. We should bring Raych too,
and it can be a sisterly bonding thing. Or we can tie Rachel up and and put her in the trunk and it can be a sisterly bondage thing. Although bondage has all these weird sexual connotations, so maybe we'll just stick with bonding.
I was walking through town and did a double take at this
because at first glance I thought it read, "cars existing," which would have been all philosophical and stuff.
Anything you can do
3 months ago