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A Day in the Life

My mind gets blown a lot. It's the best. It's even more the best when it's a first grader in one of my art classes. The first graders are some of my favorite kids and are so funny. Earlier this year, while working on a sweet art project, I was delighted to hear one table of first graders belting out "Yellow Submarine" by The Beatles. Seriously, they knew ALL of the words. Mind=blown. 

"Hey, Ms. Jones, have you ever heard of this one band called The Beatles?"
"Yes. Yes I have. They are actually one of my favorite bands"
"Can we listen to them in class?!"

How can you say "no" to a request like that?  

Yesterday, I had them make my friend Rebekka a birthday card. Needless to say, it turned out amazing. Here was my favorite part though:


Check out the Beatles reference someone left. Knowing that these kids are the future isn't so discomforting after all.

P.S. I have a first grader in another class who signs his papers "Michael Jackson." But that's a whole other post.
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Obsessed

Sorry to disappoint if you were expecting a post about that crazy Beyonce movie, the subject of this post actually refers to me and my obsessive ways. When I get really excited about something, I get REALLY excited. If I really like something, I like to learn all about it and I just can't stop thinking about it and it becomes a major part of my life.

Yesterday, my iPod was on shuffle and Keane's Hamburg Song came on. So beautiful. The memories flooded in. I used to be so obsessed with Keane. I don't even know if I can give my obsession justice on here. An small example would be how I still appreciate Keane and listen to their music, but I no longer go on their website EVERYDAY and check for updates and pictures from their tour. I really used to do that. I would look through all of the pictures that Richard Hughes (Keane's drummer) took of the cities they played in I also used to make Christmas cards from me and Richard. And one of my first ceramic projects was a tribute to the cover art for Under the Iron Sea.

A more clear picture of my love for them can be made from looking through a certain journal entry I made on July 1, 2006, 9 days after attending a Keane concert in LA. Six full pages back-to-back. I think this entry only stands behind in length to the one I made 2 years earlier about meeting Brendan Leonard (another past obsession). Anyway, here are some key excerpts from the entry:

...We found out that Keane would be playing in LA on June 21, and even though Alyssa had finals that week, we decided that would work best and we were going. ...Alyssa was going to order our tickets at 10am the next day during the presale. I was kinda worried that it might be 10am England-time cause it was a UK website, so I woke up at 2am to check if tickets were on sale yet ...I woke up for nothing.

Alyssa called me after ordering our tickets and told me we were lucky, cause 5 min after they went on sale, they were sold out. But we had our tickets so we were happy! ...When packing for the trip (we were staying the night in LA) I had the hardest time picking out what to wear. I wanted to be noticed in the audience and look cute*.

...So we got in the will call line and we got to go 1st!! ...we found a place in the middle only like 7 people away from the stage! ...It was amazing. Everything was dark, but I saw Tim come out and start playing "The Iron Sea" on the keyboard with one blue light shining on him. ...The concert was amazing. I'm pretty sure Tom stared right at me a couple of times. It was amazing and we were blown away a couple of times.

...We decided we wanted to wait outside the backdoors for Keane. ...A security guard said it would be about an hour before they came out. But we didn't care, the guard had just said they were coming out! ...we took pictures of the band's instruments being put in a moving truck ... We couldn't believe Tom was so close and coming toward us. I was totally shaking and so was Alyssa. ...Richard came out... I asked if I could have a quick picture with him and he said yes. ...he was like "sorry, can we take another one?" ...Tim finally came out ...we skipped off to our car and did a couple heel-clicks and air-guitars. ...I was like hitting my head and going insane. And we kept remininsing about our favorite parts of the night. ...When we went to bed, it would be quiet for a little, then one of us would get all excited again about what we had just got to experience.
The First Movie I ever edited on my laptop (The songs are in the same order as played in concert)

I still love Keane -but more for what they were in 2004-2007 than what they are today. I know I'm not as obsessed anymore.

For extra fun, let's take a trip back to yesteryear to see some other past obsessions of mine:

Dogs -One of my firsts. This one probably stemmed from watching Lady and the Tramp a lot when I was little. I seriously still know probably close to 100 breeds
Surfing- This was my big one in jr. high. I would even look at surfboards on ebay and fantasize
Harry Potter -Still am. Who isn't? Weirdos, that's who
The Brendan Leonard Show -I've posted about this one before, and I'll probably post about it again
Jonas Brothers -This one started back before Nick's voice had changed and he still sounded like a girl
The Beatles -Standard. You've got to be careful about this one, though. I did a little too much research and found out some things I wish I hadn't. But Beatles Rockband is still my favorite

...If I've missed any, let me know. Also, feelfree to share your obsessions so I don't feel so weird


*I am soooo weird
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Duff Day '03

Of all the many reasons to love my high school art class, I think one of the top reasons it was my fav was that Mrs. McCammon let us make up and celebrate our own holiday; enter DUFF DAY 2003!!! Back in 2003, who didn't like Hilary Duff? Answer: no one. She was the topic of many conversations in our art class while we were "working" on art projects. She may have even been the subject of some of those projects. If not, then she should have been. She had it all: Lizzie McGuire, The Lizzie McGuire Movie, The Lizzie McGuire Movie soundtrack...

So One day, we decided to give her the recognition she deserved; that day, we conjured up Duff Day 2003. We made flyers, invited our vice principal, Mr. Salce, had a treat sign up sheet ...basically, all the bases were covered. Soon, the fateful day arrived. A classy picture of Hilary was posted on our art room door and we partied like nobody's business that day during first period. Seriously, it was a huge success -even though Mr. Salce ended up not attending. People brought treats -surprisingly-effort-involvingly-good treats! And we blasted "Come Clean" all hour. Well, we would have if Mrs. McCammon allowed music with lyrics in that class.

Now, who's down for Duff Day '10?! Sure, Hilary's teeth may be a little bigger now, and she may not have released a CD since 2007, but she's still great. I mean, she dated Aaron Carter for pete's sake! (Or maybe that was just the Christmas episode of Lizzie McGuire)

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The Streak Is Over

[Royal Bakery]
ELAINE: Wait until I get my hands on that George. I'm going to pull that big hood over his little head, tie the string and suffocate him. You remember that Panama hat? That was nothing.
JERRY: Uh, wa?
ELAINE: What's the matter with you?
JERRY: Uh, I don't feel so good.
ELAINE: What's wrong?
JERRY: My stomach, I , I think it was that cookie.
ELAINE: The black and white?
JERRY: Yeah.
ELAINE: Not getting along?
JERRY: I think I got David Duke and Fahrikan down there.
ELAINE: Well if we can't look to the cookie where can we look?
JERRY: I feel like I'm going to throw up.
ELAINE: Hey, what about your vomit streak?
JERRY: I know, I haven't thrown up since June 29th, 1980.
...
JERRY: Fourteen years down the drain.
...
ELAINE: How was it?
JERRY: As good as it gets.

This dialogue was running through my mind last Wednesday night. Wednesday, March 24, 2010 to be exact. The past few days, I had developed a really bad cough that had been keeping me up late at night. I'll try to spare as much nasty details as I can, but take this as warning right now, the next little bit may get slightly graphic and is not a recommended read for the faint of stomach. So skip ahead to the next paragraph if you feel so inclined. Anyway, a lot of this cough had to do with all of the phlegm stuff that just was not going away. So most of my late night coughing also involved a lot of late night hacking and late night spitting. Through all of this hacking, every now and then my gag reflex was being triggered a little bit and I would occasionally dry heave. It. Was. Horrible.

The last time I remember throwing up, I'm pretty sure, was late summer 2005. Rachel McKendrick was still Rachel Johnson and was dating Zack. They had planned a BYOB BBQ at Freestone Park with volleyball and all that fun stuff. So of course I went. I had never really BBQ'd (My dad always had taken the reins on that one), and I totally forgot about the BYOB thing until the last minute, so as I was almost out the door that night, I quickly ran back and checked the fridge for some meat to throw on the grill. I didn't see anything I wanted in the fridge, but there was a perfectly sized (already-been-grilled) chicken breast in the freezer. I grabbed it and headed out.

I remember being so hungry and just staring at my chicken on the grill while everyone else was eating their burgers, hot dogs, and steaks. Theirs weren't frozen, so they cooked right up in no time. Mine was taking forever. I don't know how long I waited, but I remember that I decided not to be picky and just ate it as soon as it was semi-warm (I didn't want to wait there forever!). Anyway, the next morning I threw up and was sick all day. Pretty sure I food-poisoned myself.

That was about five years ago and I hadn't vomited since. I've always prided myself on how I rarely get sick. Well, all of that hard work went down the toilet last Wed night. This was not a dry heave. While it wasn't 14 years like Jerry had, I'm still a little bummed that it's over.
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