late nights, bright lights

I've been told in the past that I am not a pleasant person to watch things with. Like, television or movies or live theatre... Things with stories to them. Concerts are okay, I guess. The same holds true for reading. When I am reading, you probably don't want to be around me.

I react to the story. I react a lot, apparently. Without fancy-ing it up any, I talk at the screen when I'm watching things or reading online, and I shout at books quite frequently.

Katie got very concerned the other day while I was watching Supernatural in the other room. Apparently over the sound of two fans and her music, she could hear me cheering for the hellhounds in Abandon All Hope (yeah, also, I'm a bad person) and was convinced I had started some sort of illegal dog fighting ring in my bedroom (which is strictly forbidden in our lease, btw).

The same goes for books. When it's funny, I laugh. When it's sad, I cry (do NOT ask about my first time reading Goblet of Fire, it was absolutely a horrible day). I will tell the characters when I think they are being stupid or not figuring out the problem fast enough. I will read out loud the best parts of the dialogue.

I got genuinely terrified when the chandelier came flying above my head and crashed into the stage during the Phantom of the Opera. BUT IT FLEW RIGHT BY MY HEAD, OKAY, I COULD HAVE DIED. My grandmother says taking me to see Les Miserables for the first time was the most entertaining time she's had at the theatre since they let you drink in the theatre. I don't even know what she meant by that.

People have commented before that it is stressful for them to be around me while I engage in stories of pretty much any kind because I engage so much. Even McLovin doesn't like to be around when I'm watching my space adventures (sci fi gets me the most riled. Freddy watches with me because he likes outer space, not because he's a good friend).

I used to go to the movie theatre a lot more and I never got kicked out or anything. I don't generally talk through the movie if I'm seeing it for the first time. I talk a little, but it's important talk. Now I mean, I don't think I've heard any of the dialogue in Hot Fuzz or Newsies in the last 30 times I've watched them, but that's because I can actually recite those movies from memory by this point.

I swear there was a point here.

Basically the point was that tonight, Katie read something I wrote. It was something no one had read before and that I was super anxious to get feedback on. She didn't react. Not once. Not to anything. Except to make one minor threat on my life in the first few pages. She was like a creepy ass stone statue (I'm looking at you, Lonely Assassins). So I just figured she didn't like it. But then when she's done and has decided she's going to spare my life, she says she liked it.

Apparently I am the weird one. Thoughts anyone?

Days 'o' Blog Count: 05/31

K, I talk about food a lot I think BUT MAN THAT WAS A DELICIOUS SANDWICH. Delicious to the point where it deserved all-capsy goodness.

We did a big huge grocery shop tonight because we hadn't done one since Week 2 of Nanowrimo. Shopping for groceries always makes me sad. One, it reminds me how unhealthy I eat sometimes. Two, I hate paying money for something so impermanent. Three, good god I hate unloading the car and putting all the food away with the fiery burning passion of ten thousand bright suns. Four, it makes me hungry and when I am hungry, I am sad.

But when food goes in my mouth area, I perk right back up.

I'm currently watching season 6 of Scrubs. It makes me laugh like a hyena most of the time which is generally good (I've pulled muscles from laughing too hard thought which is unfun). Saw the musical episode which just reminded me how much I want my life to be a musical. Really. I will learn to dance if I must and maybe get a voice transplant but 'life is a big showy musical' is on my wishlist.

Final summation: food + singing = happy leen.

31 Days 'o' Blog Super Special Fun Features
Quote of the Day: However, I am a busy man and I can't be bothered to punch you at the moment. Here's my fist. Kindly run towards it as fast as you can. [Blackadder]

Fact of the Day: The original Crayola crayons debuted in 1903 and were packaged 8 to a box.

Pretty Picture of the Day: ( here )

Song of the Day: 'Cruisin', Huey Lewis and Gwyneth Paltrow. From the movie Duets. I think my mama played this a lot when I was younger because it like, speaks to me and all that. And Gwyneth has a sexy voice. I've never actually seen the movie though. It's on my list, I swear.

The Final Thought: In Australia they have spiders big and mean enough to snatch a bird mid-flight and eat it. WHAT THE FUCK, AUSTRALIA.

I can't stop listening to Dr. Horrible!

"This so nice, I just might sleep with the same girl twice! They say it's better the second time, they say you get to do the weird stuff!"

"...We do the weird stuff!"

Nathan Fillion gives me butterflies... IN MY PANTS