I’m sorry for sounding like a caveperson, but the worst thing about conventional social outings is the music.
You think I’m kidding? Thought twelfth grade was hard? Try eating with Justin Beiber shrieking in close proximity to your ear.
And they all have such unshakable faith in simple minor scales… after a while, they all begin to sound the same.
Except for when they kick into G major, sheesh.
This probably sounds like hopelessly incomplete analysis, someday, I’ll tell you the exact chord progression they hide behind. A day when I’m stronger.
Anyway, if I do sound like a grumpy caveperson, I’ll correct you, I’m a nervous caveperson.
I’m blogging from amidst the exact same pandemonium I’d blogged a few weeks ago.
Ironically, the last time I was here, I was “waitlisted” (not explaining again).
This time around, I’m possibly going to be off a waitlist, one way or the other.
Either I’m in or I’m out, and I’m not kidding around this time… of course I’m nervous! (Shivers follow)
It’s so weird how five minutes, a momentary phone tap, could decide the next four years of my life. Momentous, isn’t it?
Shit, I’m nervous.
PS: Justin Beiber works both ways: I don’t have to listen to anyone speak.
Edit: I’m thinking of attempting sketches, the finger-on-napkin or character kind, to keep me going.
It kinda helps that two ladies, done with their food, have begun grooving. Easy fodder for a bored writer.
Shit, an anxious one.
Edit 2: Are things getting better or worse? We’ve moved from the Beibers to the Macarena. It’s subjective, I guess.
I need to stop before I get liveblogging.
Edit 3: (sue me) KIDS, THE NINETIES ARE HERE (cue 90’s dance-pop)
Maybe everything will be alright. Afterall, dad’s busy singing now, so he’s not trying to check my application portal!
Sketch update: The drinks are kicking in around here. No, it’s not me, even though I’ve officially crossed the legal limit. I’m still slipping into character: “I’m an adult? Oh, wait, yes, legally… I’m an adult!?”
But someone laughing here just gave Snow White’s witch a run for her money. I’ve been practising an evil laugh for years! Some people have a gift. Sigh. Never landing a job with Disney. I can’t voice their princesses, you see.
More edits: After all I’ve just said, it’s only logical that from somewhere behind me, Barbie Girl has to begin to boom. No fun, really. If you want something new, check out the Offspring’s cover of the song. Mwahaha.
Also… are the lyrics really “You can brush my hair/ Undress me anywhere”? I swear I thought it was “and dress“… I cannot unhear what I’ve heard. Sigh.