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Just want to say "Hi, I still exist!" : )

Optimissed

Thinking about that saying "The definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results."

Except for OCD handwashing, it's not necessary to be clinically insane. There's no need to have a phobia, or voices in your head saying, "Hey, do that again!"

This is a cop-out for the people who might think, consciously or unconsciously, "Yeah, well, I might be a little crazy. Every one's a little crazy... So, whatever. ♪ La Di Da ♪"

I think there may be a correlation between irrationality and psychosis, but psychosis is not a necessary cause for being irrational. (I wonder what a psychologist would have to say about this quote.)

Doing the same thing over and over is not the definition of insanity, but the definition of foolishness. No excuses.

With a Bow on Top

Just walked around the block, meditating on karaoke. I meditate on anything. I do the bell curve all the time.

If I can sing as good as I say I can, after a year of not practicing, that qualifies as a gift, a present I got without earning.

Songs are about expressing emotions, even if the emotion is just "I want to dance."

The songs I picked expressed longing, futility, hope. I do believe in the songs while I sing them. You can tell when someone is just technical. (My big flaw is that I can't dance. Britney Spears I am not.)

I am starting to appreciate my forum where sharing emotions and experiences with a good analogy or clever turn of phrase is just the thing we needed today.

And Your Bird Can Sing

Just got home from going out to karaoke with some friends from High School. I had so much fun. It is so much more fun to be out with people instead of out by myself. Nobody hit on me at all, even though I look perfectly fine. So much better than fending off drunks or the strategy I discovered last time I went, about a year ago, which is to gather a cadre of old men. You have very nice interesting people to talk to and they keep each other at bay. And you can thank them for the conversation and leave no problem and yet everyone still had a successful evening. It's nice.

I am kind of wired because I had 7 or 8 cups of Diet Coke. : )

I didn't spend a dime because the waitress gave me pop for free. Well, I did leave her a $3 tip which is what I had. She never broke my $20.

Here are the songs I sang:

Carole King - So Far Away -- My warm-up song


Jefferson Airplane - Somebody to Love -- Managed to hold the final note all the way! wOOt! : )


Tommy Petty - Refugee -- This was my absolute favorite. I got an idea to sing this like Stevie Nicks and it turned out so good! People could tell what I was doing and liked it! I was so happy with it!

Lita Ford & Ozzy Osbourne - If I close my eyes forever -- This was DJ's idea for a duet and I did so badly he had to sing my part in my ear for me to know what to do. Turns out I didn't remember the song at all! : ) I try to avoid unrehearsed duets as much as possible. They hardly ever go well. Well enough anyway. Even though it sucks all you can do is pretend to be happy and thank the other person for singing with you and tell them how good they did, because usually they did do well. I am the weak, weak link.

Aretha Franklin - Chain of Fools -- Tore the roof off the sucker.

Janis Joplin - Bobby McGee -- Was transported to my own little Janis Joplin world. Had the place to myself. : )

Wow I almost forgot I could sing like that. But I didn't forget how! But one thing that happens when you go out with singers is they don't care as much. My friends didn't pay as much attention as a table full of rockers in front of them who had things like tattoos and huge earrings and nose rings. There was a guy named Spider who looked like Perry Farrell. They just sat there with rapt attention. It was so neat to impress rockers!

Okay, maybe I'm getting tired now. Maybe I'll do some Sudoku to get sleepy. Goodnight! : )

(Maybe I'll be back tomorrow morning in the afternoon.)

Kitten Theory

Shop Kmart, Shop K Mart

I went shopping at K Mart today, looking for cheap thrills, when I heard a lady kind of yelling into her cell phone. She was saying things like "No, I'm not over-reacting!" All kinds of things that you might not want to say loudly in the middle of K Mart unless you wanted help. She was walking in circles, arguing with her guy, talking in circles.

I was hanging around too because I found the cutest blouse on the clearance rack that was red with this pretty embroidered collar in the most interesting shade of marigold, that went with nothing. But was very "India", so worth trying. I even put it up against an olive green skirt, because red and olive green looks good on olives.

When she hung up I went over and said "Hi. Are you okay? Is there anything I can do? You shouldn't have to argue about your own feelings. They're yours and you have every right to have them." She said thanks that's very nice and she was okay and at least she wasn't married to him and seemed happy about that. And she went on her way.

I did not get the blouse.

Just Ignore The Fact It's Baseball Season

When you throw your football of self-esteem at someone, they may fumble it, spike it, pop it, miss the pass altogether, run for their own touchdown, be playing for the other team, or maybe not even be the end receiver. Don't try to play catch with just anyone, just because you have a ball.