Friday, December 17, 2010

Singing... like a G-6.

So, today I was at work and some lady attempted to call her husband over using the ‘enduring term’ “Sugarlumps”. Which of course reminded me of THIS.

Just about everything makes me feel like breaking into some song or another.
For example, every time I go to take a shower, I end up singing, “I’m too sexy” and then end up singing Captain Jack’s “Follow me” because of the line, “follow me… like a shadow… FOLLOW MEEEEEEE” featuring random singing lady and woodsy sound, because of course everyone talks to their shadow in the shower.

And apparently, its hereditary. Not only does my Dad do it (which I guess I took for granted seeing as he’s a musician and music is coming out of him 94% of the time), my Brother too decided to take the time at work today to serenade me with “im wriiiiiiting a recipttttt” and “sittin’ in the back… sittin in the back”, and other such classic melodies as that.

Of course, the most famous of all is the time when you know you really shouldn’t start singing, but you cant help it. Take, for example, on a first date. When I was out with some guy, he observed that he was to pay for the meal like a gentleman (I’m only feminist about certain things…) , to which I began a chorus of, “You never give me your money” by the Beatles. Or that time someone told me they were feeling low, and I began to sing (and dance) to YMCA. Somehow, being told “YOUNG MAN- there’s no need to feel down, I said YOUNG MAN, pick yourself off the ground!” didn’t do wonders for her feelings…

At least I don’t start singing that Titanic song at job interviews.

The worst thing is when you start singing, and then you can’t stop. Like, there's not a good place to finish singing, so you just kind of carry on, while your voice gets lower and lower until your whispering, acting as if your just singing quietly to yourself and that there’s no one else there and its all for your own personal benefit and well being, like you always happen to sing The Kinks under your breath, even in the middle of conversations and yes, I have lost my train of thought!

Its gotten so bad that I really can’t help myself (I want you and nobody else! Hah, Temptations, my sugar-Pie Honey-Bunch. . such a better pet name than Sugarlump. I mean, honestly? Why would you ever want to be called anything with the word LUMP in it? That word is just so…. Lumpy) .

I have to stop myself from singing in front of customers at work, like when they ask me, “what do you have for under ten dollars?” and I have to fight the urge to go, “any’ting you waaant.”

When you sing with people you hardly know, though, that’s when it’s the worst. You want so badly to make a good impression, but you also want to bond and become instant bosom buddies, so you start singing, “I wish you would step back from that ledge my friend!” and they don’t reciprocate with anything but stares, and then you have to pretend like you defiantly didn’t just pull the first line of a Third Eye Blind song from nowhere and you do, in fact, have a life that doesn’t involve watching the Lord Of the Rings extended editions on New Year’s eve instead of being out partying like all normal people.
And *gasp* you like it like that.


*sugarlumps is just such a horrible pairing of words, that it makes me cringe. It's like combining the words MOIST and DOORKNOB. doorknobs = awesome, moist = moldy. Actually, I kind of like that. "Oh, you are being such a Moist Doorknob today!" Okay, its official, I really am going to stop writing blog posts at 11:30 at night, because they always end in things like moist doorknobs (ALLLWAYS, i want to beeee with you and make believeeee with you, and live in harmony, harmony, oh love!!" and other stupid things. I wasn't planning on posting tonight, but then Ed wrote to me and said she's in pain from having her wisdom teeth out, and that my blog makes her a happy camper. So this is for you, my dear.




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I would like to share some honorary mentions for the top 10 Christmas songs.
1. Can't believe I forgot Gunther. Yeeeah. Ding-dong, it's a Christmas Song.

2. Got this stuck in my head all day at work, thanks to my brother. Cause... I'm havin a Dubstep Christmas.

1 comment:

  1. Jr. this made me feel loads better. I like it when you write things late at night because it makes it interesting. I was slightly confused by some parts of this blog, but that is probably because I didn't read it at 11:30 at night.
    You must have been in a singing mood for awhile. I propose we should pick a day and treat it like a musical and sing whenever we want. Fun!

    Sugarlumps is definitely not a good or endearing name for anything except lumps of sugar; which, by the way, are quite yummy.

    Power to you for being yourself on a date and a first one at that.
    I used to sing while I did normal, boring, ordinary things in order to make it stupendous. Keep it up Eric.

    I never do anything for New Years either. I usually babysit other people's kids so they can go to a party or I chill with the folks. Never partied but still enjoyed myself. Speaking of New Years we should discuss what will be going down (or up)for this New Years.
    Just keep singing:)!

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