Creep-AY

TOP TEN LIST: Things That Creep Me Out

#10. People who walk around with a permanent smile on their face– not the genuine, happy kind of smile, but the “I get off on weird things, because my parents are cousins” kind of smile.

#9.  Any sort of cult-like religious stuff that involves a starter kit, banning gift-giving, bathrobes, or a “coffee is the devil” rule.

#8. People who take tons of pictures of their pets– and JUST their pets– and post them all over the internet, referring to the animal as if it were a person.

#7. People who don’t understand simple concepts about ANYTHING. It’s like they’re some sort of robot and incapable of any real human interaction.

#6. Lumpfish. Google the images, it’s scary.

#5. Couples who look like they can be related. It’s just wrong. Mix it up.

#4. Pale blue or pale gray eyes. I’m sorry, they just look dead.

#3. 16-year-olds who pole dance with a trailer park in the background. *cough* Miley Cyrus *cough*

#2. Little pre-teens with braces who dress in tight, low-cut, hooker-worthy clothes… and the fact that their parents think it’s okay for their children to parade around like every pedo’s fantasy.

#1. Dead fish… which is why I’m not allowed to have goldfish anymore. I spazz out every time I see one floating in the water and start crying. (That’s also one of the reasons I decided not to become a marine biologist.)

The Generation Gap

I swear… If I had a penny for every time some 40+ year-old person ran their mouth to me and made some condescending remark suggesting that I’m not as intelligent or knowledgeable as they are because of my age, then I would be able to afford those damn Manolos I want (the hot pink strappy sandals from the “exotic” collection). From strangers to sister-in-laws who don’t even know me, these people just don’t let up. Why do middle-aged individuals constantly have to highlight the fact that people my age are young? …AND? Are you trying to suggest that we’re beneath you? Are you angry that we don’t have to color our hair to cover up grays or that we don’t have one of those “multiple pregnancy” bodies? We’re old enough to drink alcohol in any country now, bitches! It’s not like we’re crapping in our Huggies anymore, so the things we say actually ARE valid. When I talk to someone older than me, I don’t keep bringing up the fact that they’re OLD, so I don’t get it. Anyone who doesn’t live under a rock knows that age does NOT correlate with intelligence, intuition, common sense, class, or maturity. Whenever someone comes to me with that sort of mentality, I just think of all my friends I met back in Europe– they’re all between the ages of 21 and 25,  they have all experienced WAY more than most American adults, and their perspective on life is so much broader. And no, it’s not by planting their asses on a couch and watching C-Span, and it’s not by reading MSN news. It’s by actually LIVING in the midst of everything that happens out there in the real world and not going to in-state colleges and visiting mommy and daddy every freakin’ weekend. When I decided to move to London, it was to broaden my horizons and my entire outlook on life. I hate NOT knowing things, I hate being a bystander, and I hate not being involved in the real-world action in one way or another. So I checked out of the states (thank GOD I missed most of the Bush years) and struggled my way through four years in Europe. Some parts were amazing, some sucked, some were absolutely brutal– but it ALL contributed to the most priceless experience of my life. The bottom line is this: I learned an ass-load of stuff over there that you just can’t learn in a classroom, on TV, on the internet, or in the newspapers. And when some housewife or any other person tells me that wisdom only comes with age or that I need to “experience” more to understand things, that is belittling every damn thing I’ve ever suffered through, conquered, and achieved. And THAT is one of my buttons that nobody wants to push, because things will get ugly and there will be tears if I’m nudged to the point of taking off my metaphorical pink Everlast boxing gloves. But I guess that’s just one of life’s many imperfections that I just need to live with– older people looking down on those of us who just happen to be wrinkle-free and nowhere near having a midlife crisis. So I’ll just do my best to accept it and continue to take my frustrations out with hours of intense kickboxing… while using advanced visualization techniques. My generation will simply have to live with the fact that some older people will always view us as young, immature, and naïve. You can’t teach an old dog new tricks, eh?


The Final Stretch…

It looks like this coming week will FINALLY be the week that I finish recording/producing my last two songs and tying up the loose ends on me demo! YYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYY! I’m super psyched to hear the final product, and I can’t wait to share them with all of you– hopefully, by the end of next weekend. I still have to take at least one new portfolio shot, re-do my artist biography, have CD covers designed… oy. I’m aiming to have a complete demo package by the end of the year, so I can start sending them out in January and find myself a manager who deserves to take 15% of my earnings. Will 2010 finally be the year…? Maybe, maybe not. I’m trying not to freak myself out anymore and stress about deadlines and think “OMG if I don’t get signed by the age of 25 I’m never going to make it!” Yeah, no. It’ll happen eventually. Whether I reach my goals tomorrow or ten years from now, I’ll reach them Just gotta wait and see…