Faking It

Dear 30 year old Me, It's probably New Year's Eve again and I wish I could say I knew where you are when you're reading this, but if there's anything I've learned this year (and the past four years) it's that life is unpredictable. And no matter how well I plan, no matter what choice I make, life will always find a way to take a shit on my face or bring me something incredible but generally, life will do what it wants to. So maybe you're in Arizona which would be great because I love Arizona. But maybe not. Maybe you've finally moved to New York or the beach like I've always wanted, or London like I've been dreaming of recently. Life this year has been good. Do you remember? It's been so good. It's been busy; busier than I've been in a long time, but so much better than it's been in a while. So many new things have started happening, and you should be proud of who I am, how much I've figured out, and how much fun I've

This time two years ago, I was sweaty and gross, covered in turkey, shell-shocked at what I had just done. (How's that for a hook?) Thanksgiving is the day that, to me, kicks off the general holiday season. True, I get in the mood well before the actual day. Midnight October 31, the Halloween decorations come down and the Thanksgiving/Christmas decorations go up. The Christmas music plays and it starts to smell like cookies everywhere. I don't eat turkey on Thanksgiving (or any other day...) but two years ago, I helped a friend of mine cook turkeys for a Thanksgiving dinner for some kids who were probably not going to have a traditional meal at home at a center she volunteered at. She needed me to go to her house that day and babysit two turkeys. I had to check their internal temperatures, inject them every few hours to keep them moist, and she would be home in the afternoon to carve them up.  First problem with this plan... I had never cooked a turkey before

I've been watching a lot of movies lately and I came across "8mm," this movie from 1999 about a lady who discovers a snuff film among her dead husbands possessions and hires a PI (Nicolas Cage) to try to find the girl to make sure it wasn't real. I freaking loved it. It reminded me of "Seven" and while I know this opinion won't be popular when have I ever really cared about that right? Confession: I like Nicolas Cage. He's one of the best actors we have. And one of the worst. Often, at the same time, which is really impressive if you think about it. He's a hyperactive one-man train wreck a million times more interesting than Tom Cruise. Aliens would totally kidnap him first, let's be real. And I like his movies. And I don't have to defend it, and thank goodness because really, there isn't a reason. I don't find him especially good looking, sometimes he whispers when it's not necessary, but I like him. Because only a gypsy

Above all else, remember: It worked for Tom Hanks and Meg Ryan. Confession: I don't know how to meet people. Where do you find people your own age to meet and interact with? Through your friends, at a bar, pursuing your passions or hobbies? I guess but I have no idea. My friends are split into two groups: marrieds with or planning-to-very-soon-have children and 22-year-old gay boys. I love them all equally as they both provide me with lots of things I need like love and support, encouragement, advice, fashion tips, continual confirmation that while I love children I never want children, glitter, baked goods, and people to impress with my wit and candor. What I don't get are single boys my own age. There. I said it. It is really difficult for me to admit that's something I want. Every person I've told has said the same thing, "it's human nature, that's not weird or bad." But I don't like the idea of me needing another person for anythi

It was October! Which means Halloween and scary Fall themes. My grasp on what encompasses Halloween Music is incredibly varied... Black Magic by Little Mix Red Right Hand by Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds This is Halloween from The Nightmare Before Christmas Confident by Demi Lovato Cake by the Ocean by DNCE The Ever After Album by Marianas Trench Hamilton: Original Broadway Cast Recording Werewolves of London by Warren Zevon Monster by Kanye West Thriller by Michael Jackson Somebody's Watching Me by Rockwell Pet Sematary by The Ramones Season of the Witch by Donovan I Put A Spell on You by Screamin' Jay Hawkins On My Mind by Ellie Goulding Sorry by Justin Bieber (don't give me any crap, it says "other writings" in the title)

Two weeks ago, my stapler broke. And I couldn't figure out how to put it back together. But I tried. In the meantime, I borrowed a coworker's stapler. I broke it. I'm a stapler serial killer. The worst part though, is that I just put it back on their desk and never mentioned it... until now. Confession: I do stuff like that a lot. I break things and try to hide it like a six-year-old. I forget how to use things that I use all the time. I'm a bit of a hot mess. I say hot, because I always look good while ruining everything. But here's one thing I won't do! I had this conversation with my pal, and he said that when he sees the dog has pooped on the floor, he'll put a tissue over it and leave it for someone else to clean up. What a dick move! I would never do that! I would walk out and pretend I hadn't seen it altogether and leave it for someone else to clean up. Once you put a tissue over it, they know you know it's there, and they kn

I am not... ...blessed with a carefree personality. I want people to think I have that, but what I really have is a very anxious, argumentative personality. ...delicate. In my person or speech. I'm not fragile and if I have something to say to you I'm not going to tear you down, but I'm not going to tip toe around it. I want everyone to know exactly what I think about them. ...quiet. I spend most of my time thinking about or analyzing things, people, conversations, but if I'm not talking there's a reason and you don't want to push me to find out what it is. ...tidy. I'm looking at three laundry baskets full of clean clothes that will never be folded and returned to their appropriate place. It's ridiculous, but it's never going to happen. ...going to lie to myself. About the laundry. Or anything else. The social sciences training in me looks for excuses, motivations, reasons, but none of it matters. It's not up to me to justify or explai

I made things awkward at a bar this weekend. It's really just a matter of time when you take me outside, but this one was all my fault because I don't go along to get along. Never have, never will, couldn't even if I cared about what anyone thought about me. Confession: I don't like to be touched by strangers. That's right! I said it! Even though literally all of you went, "no one does!" you wished you immediately could take it back because everywhere you go, there's always some rando that's like let me put my hand on your shoulder, let me reach down and feel your awesome velvet boots, let me get right up in there and whisper in your ear. The world is full of creepy people who don't even know they're being creepy! Well, I'm here to tell you, strangers of the world, to knock it off. There are social norms that include not standing immediately behind me in line so that I can feel your breath on my neck. I've turned into that p

I don't really have any superstitions, I just don't think the world works that way. But we're doing Macbeth next season and I know some of my friends who read this blog just cringed because I wrote the name and you can't even write the name! Don't say it, don't think it, don't write it, don't even breathe!! Because it's cursed and you'll have to do some sort of dance or spit in all directions of the wind while wearing puka shells and throwing yourself into oncoming traffic to get rid of the curse that comes from the Scottish play.  But there is this thing that I started doing in high school that I still do for no reason at all. At this point it's like a weird reflex. So in high school, when me and my friends would be out driving around if we went through a yellow light we would kiss our hands and slap the roof. I know one of us started it and eventually all of us did it, but I'm sure I'm the only holdout (read: loser) who sti

Today is my dear friend Monica's birthday!! She is my friend that I've known the longest in my life and I'm hers. Isn't that weird? We met in Junior High, we were pals, besties in high school, kept in touch in college, and I will always consider her one of my best friends. And today's her birthday!! We're not just friends because at this point we both know too much, but because she's one my favorite people ever. She's hilarious and fun, she's smart and talented, she's gorgeous and has amazing taste in jewelry, even better taste in men because I adore her husband (super rare tbh), and I just love being around her. Mindy Kaling said it best when she said that, "best friend isn't a person, it's a tier" and lucky me, I have so many amazing people on that tier these days. These people stick around through the best and worst points in my life and my first confession of the day is that I don't let them in the way I should and I&#

For the most part, I love being a vegetarian. It was a good decision for me. In saying this, I don't care what other people eat which could possibly make me the worst vegetarian in the world. But what really makes me the worst is that if the only thing to eat is pepperoni pizza, I'll pick the pepperoni off. Or the fact that I cook meals for people with meat in them because I would never force anyone to eat vegetarian who didn't want to. But there are some things about being a vegetarian that really suck. Confession: I feel like a nuisance at every single event ever. Going to any event as a vegetarian really sucks. I'm a very good guest. I'm very polite and I try not to make life harder for the host. And as much as I love to make a scene (and boy do I), I hate when it's about how I'm not eating anything. I have to hoard the single vegetarian item because even though everyone can eat both varieties of Spring rolls, I can only eat the vegetarian kind so q

I've been Faking It for a year now. This time last year, I was driving to Tempe to have breakfast with a friend on their birthday. At the time though, we really weren't that close; I wanted us to be, but we weren't yet. So I got down to Chompies and sat in the parking lot listening to NPR because I was super early. I'd been thinking about writing again. About picking up the blog and trying again. The day before this breakfast, I'd logged on for the first time in almost a year and changed some of the formatting. I changed the background and updated my picture, nothing changed about my bio; that was and will always be true, unfortunately. But I didn't know what to call it, because I didn't know what to write about. When I first started the blog, I had been drawn to a quote by e.e. cummings "in my end is my beginning" and that was what I called the blog. Grad school was ending, and while I've always believed I'm living my life now, not

I love words. Words have power. Words matter. Words are everything. And some of them are super gross. Everyone is already thinking about the word "moist." I know you are. And if you weren't, you are now. To be perfectly honest though, I don't really hate a lot of words. I like words. Not many hit my ear wrong the way they do to other people. I have no problem with "moist." I can hear someone describe some brownies as "moist" and grab one to eat. I even like awful words because they evoke so much emotion. Words like "congeal" or "squirt," "secrete," "vomit" they all make you think of that thing, or a time when you barfed and it was awful, or something else that you don't need to share with us even though it's Confession Tuesday... ...  so I started thinking which words instead make me uncomfortable. And here's my very small list. 1. Hubby . Dear God, why? Why does anyone ever use this horri

I'm not sure I feel like an adult. Sometimes I think I am; when people ask my advice or it's very apparent that I'm the oldest person in the room. But I was talking to my new boss yesterday about my work history and I couldn't help but think, "holy crap! That's some grown up stuff." But it didn't stick. All morning I couldn't shake the feeling that I'm just not acting my age or... I don't even know. But then I thought about what I did last night... Confession: I had two glasses of wine and was asleep by 8:15. The only reason I knew there was a storm last night was because my friend texted me after almost dying it and woke me up around 8:45... ..I did have a big weekend though! We opened the Miscast Concert on Friday, immediately following I had my first Improv show, then two Miscasts on Saturday, Improv rehearsal Sunday morning, Miscast Sunday afternoon, and then I did some work around the studio to get them ready for the next show. T

Sledgehammer by Fifth Harmony Newsies Soundtrack by Newsies The Original Broadway Cast My Heart Is Split by Kerrigan and Lowdermilk Cool for the Summer by Demi Lovato One Singular Sensation by A Chorus Line The Original Broadway Cast Cough Syrup by Young the Giant The Ever After Album by Marianas Trench, shout out to Truth or Dare and So Soon Worth It by Fifth Harmony Shut Up and Dance by Walk the Moon I Want It All by Karmin Don't Hold Your Breath by Nicole Scherzinger Everybody's Got the Right from  Assassins  (I've been watching the 2004 Tony performance constantly)

I had a lot of favorite books when I was a kid (read that as every book I picked up was a favorite), but I read one about a girl who goes to visit her grandma and goes through all of her old grandma stuff but one of her favorite things to do is go through the button basket. This grandma kept a basket full of buttons that had fallen off of garments or were used to make certain pieces. The book was all about the grandma telling the stories associated with the buttons and I just loved it. I was so captivated with those stories. I wanted a button basket.   Confession: I haven't thrown away a button ever. Oh, don't get me wrong, that doesn't mean I have a cute button basket with lots of great stories attached to them. No, I have random buttons and the buttons in bags just everywhere. There's at least one in every drawer. I'm not even going to get into what my jewelry box looks like. The whole point of the grandma button basket was to tell great stories about the

I have lunch with my friends every now and then because we're friends and that's what you do with friends. You have lunch. And there's one constant you can count on if you ever eat with me. So the thing is... Confession: I choke at least once during every meal. I could expand this to include every time I eat anything. I've had a few close calls with gum. While I was having lunch with some girlfriends last week, they noticed. How could they not? I took a normal sized bite of my Falafel and then gasped like I was coming up for air after being underwater for a while. I ate with a guy friend of mine, and he did not notice. I was really concerned that that was going to be the one that got me too. I had to tell him to pay attention because I had 3 very concerning blockages during the same taco. But we've watched "30 Rock" together so he knows that I know that you're supposed to fall on the counter to save yourself if you're alone and choking. App

I've done a lot of new things this year. It's been a good one for me and I think I've been more open to trying things. And maybe I should be growing up and acting like an adult or something, but I want to keep learning and being brave. But there are some things I haven't done yet. Confession: I've never built a fort. I don't really have a head for architecture and when I was a kid I couldn't figure out how they were supposed to be constructed or with what. Pillows, blankets, plastic sheeting, I still don't know what they're made of if I'm being honest. Plus, I hate being really hot and I can never keep my head under a blanket for a long period of time and I feel like in a fort I would suffocate. We had a tent in our basement (that's how much I hate being outside--we put the tent inside) and I couldn't really be in it with another person. But I'm pretty sure you can't build or enjoy a fort alone. Maybe some day I'll be br

I was told when I was younger that people always say what they really mean. That you may not intend to say it out loud, but it's a true reflection of the way they really feel. When I was a kid I thought that was pretty harsh; I think we can all think of times we've said something we didn't mean to. I said lots of hurtful things because I was angry or defensive and sometimes I really wanted to hurt someone and I knew what to say to do it. Growing up though, I held on to this idea that we say what we mean. And recently, a lot of my friends have taken such delight in the bizarrely honest things that come out of my mouth or show up on my face even when I'm determined not to say anything. I constantly hear something along the lines of, "I think the things you're saying, I wish I would say it." Confession: I mean every word. When I think back on the times when I've said something sincere or funny or hurtful, I know, in most cases at least, I never sh

Today, I thought we'd play a game!! I'm a fan of the game "Two Truths and a Lie" even though you'd never know it because it stresses me out hardcore. Sometimes people overshare  and I get really anxious that I'm going to choose the true thing and call them a liar, but in general the game is pretty fun and can be a good icebreaker. But since I tell you guys true things every week, we're going to switch it up and I'm going to lie to you today. I'm going to give you five statements about me, four lies and one truth and we'll see if you guys can figure out which is the true statement. I'll reveal the true confession next week... Heads up... I'm a very good liar. In no particular order: 1. I didn't learn to ride a bike until I was 23. 2. I have broken the same arm twice. 3. I spent two months marathoning  Breaking Bad  so I could watch the last episode. 4. I wear high heels when I clean so I can reach the ceiling fan and the

Every Tuesday, you all gather around your computers, breathlessly waiting for this week's Confession Tuesday. What topic is it? What's Megan going to confess? What are you going to share in the giant Facebook thread that is sure to follow? Confession: Every week I worry I'm sharing too much. This week, I've been made to feel like an asshole because of something I confessed to a few people. It's a reaction that I have to a particular personality type, and I'm not exactly proud of it, but it's just the way it is. I do my best with those kinds of people, and I try to keep my distance so I don't act like a big bitch, but it is what it is. But I explained it to a few people who I thought would understand and they didn't so now I'm dealing with that feeling which sucks. Just tonight, I had a conversation with a friend of mine about friendship and keeping secrets and I don't think, in general, that you need to tell everyone everything. Even pe

Hell week is over and the show is open! It was a rough one, but we made it and the show is truly incredible! Get your tickets for  Beyond Musketeers: Utopia Lost!  now!! I was so exhausted last week from everything that I honestly had nothing to confess other than how tired I was. I could confess that I dreamed about the show. One night I called it twice in my sleep. I know I got through it twice because there's a particular fight where the cues were a bit complicated and it was freaking me out, and every time I would get to that part in my sleep, I would sit up. I remember also being a bit awake at that point, and having a conversation with Devon about why I had to sit up. He wasn't there, but I talked to him out loud like he was. It was a strange week is what I'm saying. So worth it, but I was unable to write anything. And for your suffering, I give you CONFESSION TWO-FERS-DAY!! So I'll tell you about something I've always wanted to do, and something that

This is the best time of year for music, I think. Maybe it's all the sunscreen in the air, but I think music sounds better in the summer. Anyway, this is what I've been listening to this month and the ones denoted like so* are in the running for my summer anthem. What do you think your favorite song of the summer will be? Shut Up and Dance by Walk the Moon* American Girl by Bonnie McKee* Almost Lover by A Fine Frenzy Worth It by Fifth Harmony* Zzzzz by The Cab To Be Surprised by Sondre Lerche Lean On by Major Lazer & DJ Snake feat. MØ* King by Years&Years*** Afraid to Love by Philip George* Don't Cry Baby by Madeline Peyroux Fine from Ordinary Days When I Grow Up from Matilda And by *** I mean this is my summer anthem 2015. This is a tune. Happy Summer listening guys!! If you find any good stuff, send it my way!

There are things in this world everyone expects you to hate... but some of them you just love too much. These are a few of mine. Confession: I totally love destructive luxuries. Flirting with the wrong kind of boy. Sleeping with eyeliner on. It makes me feel alive. Confession: I do love being single. Lately I've been thinking about trying to change that, but for the most part, I'm good. I've got great friends who don't really care. I love being on my own, in fact, I prefer my own company to that of other people. I don't need someone to go to dinner, the movies, on vacation. Confession: I love wearing lots of makeup. You're supposed to like the natural look, but I love unnatural colors on my lips, my eyes, I love fake lashes... basically, I want to look like a drag queen if I'm going to go outside. Confession: I love boxed wine. My palette is not refined. And the reality is, I'm probably going to overdo it. I may as well spend $6. Confess

I'm going to go a little topical on you guys this week. Not that I don't every week, but that's besides the point. So over the weekend I went on vacation! My first vacation in a stupid long time. I can't even remember how long, but it's been an unimaginably long time. For my friends birthday weeks we took them to Six Flags and then spent a day at the beach. The combination of those two days resulted in all my pasty pale friends becoming incredibly sunburned and me being asked, "what are you?" in reference to my ethnicity since I didn't get burned so badly. (I'm not sure what I am, but I have an olive tone to my skin, maybe that makes a difference. I also reapplied my sunscreen a few times.) It was a short trip, but it was so necessary. It came at the perfect time too and I'm so glad we had the chance to go. And we left California relaxed and happier than when we arrived, exhausted from walking everywhere, and covered in sand and two degree

I think I have an obsessive personality. I definitely do once I get a drink in me; if I hear a word, or meet a new person, that's all I'm going to talk about for the rest of the night which is super embarrassing. But I think drunk me is just a sloppy me. So I'm probably obsessive in real life too, which is an awful thought. But it's true. If I say something wrong during the day, I won't sleep thinking about that one phrase. Not how I could have fixed the situation, or what I could have said differently, but that one stupid phrase. It's awful in my head sometimes. And I realized in the last couple of days, that I have an obsession that's been occupying most of my waking thoughts. A few dreams too, but that's a post for another day... ...anyway! Confession: I've been obsessed with love since that stupid crush post I wrote. It's just been on my mind constantly. And that's pretty new for me. In the last couple of years I haven't da

My family probably has lots of quirks and weird things they do and I'm not sure that this relates to everyone in the family, but I know me and my sister share this particular weirdness. Confession: Our favorite colors aren't really colors. When we were kids Erin's favorite color was plaid and I bet if she were honest she'd tell you it still is. When I was a kid I loved purple, it's still my favorite, pink is also the best, and glitter is the third. Glitter is the best color. Plaid's ok, but glitter wins it just does. What's your favorite color? What weird quirky thing do you and your family members do? Confess it to me late on this Tuesday afternoon.

Confession: I always dig through the bowl of mixed nuts and eat all the cashews. Like an animal! I like all the nut types, I think, probably. But I really love cashews and I can't help myself! I know they're for everybody, unlike that bowl of popcorn which is obviously just for me. I know it's weird to not eat a handful of mixed nuts, but a handful of cashews covered in peanut salt. I didn't even know the depths of my depravity until last year. I heard my Mom comment on the bowl of mixed nuts around Christmas. She said, "wow, they really didn't give us many cashews in this jar." That was because I ate them all. I felt nothing. Not guilt. Not shame. Not embarrassment. Not pride. Nothing. I'm an empty shell filled with pilfered cashews. Confession: I have been so busy lately, I feel like Confession Tuesday has really gone downhill. And I apologize. I'm in a show at Brelby (hopefully the blog I wrote about it is going to be up sometime toda

Let me preface this post by saying that I'm in a show, Fangirl , and have been trying lots of things to connect to my character and part of it has been creating her a playlist. This is what Marcie's been listening to this month...and a few things from me...we're the same person at this point, especially after the last two weeks of me making costumes every day and walking around Phx Comicon like wut? Let's be real. I Really Like You by Carly Rae Jepsen Closer by Tegan and Sara Come To A Party from Dogfight Fine from Ordinary Days Call Me Maybe by Carly Rae Jepsen Give Your Heart A Break by Demi Lovato See You Again by Miley Cyrus Cruel Summer by Bananarama She Wolf by Shakira Bang Bang Bang by Mark Ronson & The Business Intl. Starstruk by Lady Gaga Thinking of You by Ke$ha Some Nights with Cecilia by Fun vs. Simon and Garfunkel

I love movies. I really love summer blockbusters. As trashy and unsubstantial as they may be, one of my favorite things is to go to midnight premiers and stay up all night watching one schlock fest after the next. But sometimes, ok most times, I take them too seriously. Confession: I look at movies as warnings for the future. Like Jurassic World is coming out soon. There are attack raptors and a giant thing that jumps out the water and you can sit in the splash zone, and everyone who grew up in the 90's is so excited because our childhood is back. Are you freaking kidding me?! This is a cautionary tale, but apparently I'm the only one in the world who's actually concerned about it. Why does no one else in the world think this could actually happen?! These movies always start with some idiot scientist thinking they can do something they shouldn't in spite of the rules and ethics and whatever, and everyone thinks no one would ever be that stupid, but I think you

By now, I'm sure you all know that I am a rebel. I mean, obviously. There are plenty of social mores that I do subscribe to, but if I want to read a bit of a book before I buy it, I'm going to pop a squat in the aisle and read it right there and to hell with the consequences (stink eye from Barnes and Noble personnel usually). And yesterday, it was a friends birthday and I realize that I never fully engage in birthday festivities, no matter how much I love the person/birthdays. Confession: I never sing "Happy Birthday" with the rest of the group. I hate the 'Happy Birthday' song. I love birthdays, but cannot wait for the singing part to be over. Well, most of the time. See, when it's my birthday I only like when my family sings to me, because my Mom puts so much effort into it like she's trying to rally the troops, and my sisters sing in different octaves. It's just lovely. But when other people sing to me on my birthday, I sit awkwardly and st

My blog is 5! Oh my gosh, if my blog were a person it would be going to kindergarten in the Fall. Ugh. Well that took an unexpected turn early on. My point is that it's easy for me to think of this blog as a person because I think about it constantly. I'm always worried that I'm neglecting it, I pour myself into it, I worry that it's not interesting and no one will like it. I love this blog like I love the people in my life. And it's a huge part of my life. It is my life in some form. My last 5 years are recorded here. So much has happened since that first post where I claimed my place on the Internet. The good and the ugly , it's all here somewhere. Some recipes, mostly mishaps, lots of confessions, the two years when I said nothing because I was so lost I not only had nothing to write about, but was so worried I had actually disappeared into nothing. But I didn't and now we're here! I write at this blog at least once a week, I write everyday at br

I don't cook a lot. I know how to make basic things, eggs, I can cook meat even though I don't eat it; but I never had time when I first moved out on my own because I was in grad school. I lived on PB&J and soup. But sometime last year, I figured out how to make sauce. Like really good pasta sauces and now I consider myself a great cook. I figured out how to do one thing and am suddenly genius in the kitchen! I was always a good baker. Baking has always made sense to me, probably because I have a deep emotional connection with cupcakes. I make incredible cheesecakes, I'm trying really hard to step up my cake game and am trying fancy frosting techniques, I make caramel and toffee from scratch! Once, I made Seven Layer cookies that an Italian family from New Jersey loved! Even so, some things baking just elude me. I cannot for the life of me make a meringue of any kind! I'm terrified to even attempt macarons, but I did try to make something funny for my birthday

A friend of mine wore a pair of sunglasses where the lenses were in the shape of a star or something like that, and someone told her she couldn't pull them off, which was a) mean, no one wants your unsolicited opinion, and 2) not true, she can totally rock those! And she said that I wear heart shaped sunglasses, and they supposedly said, "that's because Megan has style." Confession: I have no idea if I dress my age. I was raised by a tomboy Mother who is naturally beautiful. She taught me the basics and I've figured out the rest on my own through experimentation (not always successful...sigh...) I love doing my hair, crazy makeup, lots of lipstick, high heels, accessories, and most of it is probably not age appropriate. When do you stop wearing big dangly earrings? When are you supposed to keep your hair short? I already wear smokey eyes during the day--yesterday I was trying out the makeup for a show I'm working on and walked around life with electric blu

This month has been songs to get two shows ready to open, writing both blogs, and costume designing!! Busy, busy! What are you listening to these days? Bubblegum Bitch by Marina and the Diamonds Best Day of My Life by American Authors One Fine Day by Natalie Merchant No One Sleeps When I'm Awake by The Sounds With You Forever by Pnau Bang Bang Bang by Mark Ronson & The Business Intl. Home by Vitamin String Quartet Bless the Lord from Godspell High by Young Sons Rising Thinking of You by Ke$ha Ludicrous by FrankMusik Come On Girl by Taio Cruz & Luciana Caparaso I Want Crazy by Hunter Hayes Three Little Words from Ghost

Most of the time, I like being me. I'm wandering through life, figuring it out, and for the most part I think I'm doing ok. There are some things that I'd love to change, like how I never carry cash and end up using my credit card to buy a pack of gum. I don't know. Maybe that's charming. Probably not. There are plenty of people I try to be already; my Mom, my Nana. I'll never be kind or wise like them, but if I get close I'll be a pretty good person. So who else could I be? Confession: I would switch places with Mindy Kaling for the week. If I could Freaky Friday  this thing and trade places with Mindy Kaling I'd have so much fun, and probably work harder than I ever had in my whole life. She's an actor, showrunner and writer, and editor of her show. That's three people's jobs and she does it all! And she writes books, does other movies, probably has friends, and has the most amazing fashion sense. I think I'd have a great tim

There's a lot I don't understand. The world is big and ridiculous, and there are some things I'll never admit I don't understand (Beer. I always get an oaky hint of...alcohol), and things I should probably not admit but do anyway ... Then there are things no one should understand like people who don't like to read, not washing your hands after going to the bathroom, Math. There's really no way I can come up with an exhaustive list, but I thought I'd give it the old college try this Confession Tuesday. Confession: I don't understand... 1. Why the "h" in front of the word "herb" is silent. Why? No one's going to get confused! If you're making a salad and talking about the herbs  they're not going to wonder if someone named "Herb" is going to show up. NO ONE IS GOING TO BE CONFUSED! 2. Bitcoins. Are these bitcoins ? 3. Crossfit. Is it a cult? 4. Frienemies. Why is this a thing? Who has the time and ener

This is one of those times I was talking about! One of those times when writing two blogs means one suffers a bit. I feel like I have nothing for you, so rather than give you simply a Confession Two-fers-day or something like it, I'm going to confess something AND tell you a story. Confession: I have weird thoughts. Throwback Confession Tuesday! Why not right? I'm breaking all the rules today because I'm a free spirit. So I have really weird thoughts (as you know: these ones and these ), and when I think of the worst ways to die, one way immediately springs to mind. And that is, those big balls that you get in and run on water inside of. What are those called? I could google it... I don't want to, we'll never know. Anyway, so my fear is that once I get inside of the big plastic ball, something will go wrong, because that's what happens when you think you can walk on water. It'll collapse and then I'll suffocate because I'll be trapped insi

Is there anything better than having a crush on someone? I submit to you, there is not. It's exciting and terrifying all at the same time. I love having a crush on someone. Which is probably why I do it all the time. I do. I crush on people for long periods of time, for a few minutes at a time, my friends, complete strangers I see in the mall... life is one big crush over here. What I've learned, is that there are lots of different kinds of crushes you can have. And we all remember our very first crush, but of different kinds? I'm not even sure I do (and I remember everything), so let's talk about feelings. And categorize them! The Friend Crush.  Letting yourself get close to someone is huge! You listen to their stories, you trust them with your secrets, you invade their space and allow them to do the same. Having friends that you're just infatuated with is a great thing!   Confession: My first friend crush (that I remember) was on my friend Destinee.  The r

I loved March. Man, it was so fun! And a bit all over the place, as evidenced by this music... Elevate by St. Lucia I Blame Myself by Sky Ferreira L.E.S. Artistes by Santigold Both Sides Now by Joni Mitchell (the entire Both Sides Now  album really) Better Off As 2 by Frankmusik Out of the Woods by Taylor Swift Thinking Out Loud by Ed Sheeran* The Weekly Volcano Press from Little Women: The Broadway Musical  (coming soon to Brelby!) Dotty Dot  Soundtrack (also coming soon to Brelby!) Get Outta My Way by Kylie Minogue Call Your Girlfriend by Robyn In Between Love by Tom Waits Girls by The 1975 Heatwave by Alphabeat Out of My League by Fitz and the Tantrums Waves by Mr. Probz Dancing On My Own by Robyn The Keepers by Santigold *I'm not even going to fight it anymore. This song is just too damn beautiful.