Sunday, February 15, 2009

I'm a Famous Singer

On Thursday, I sang at ISU's donor recognition dinner. It's basically a fancy dinner party with people who gave the University a crapload of money during the year. They always get people to sing and play piano. It's mostly music the majority of people could enjoy, nothing artsy or intellectual. This year I sang a duet with Allyson Johnson. We went through the music program at the same time and now we both work for the university. We sang a duet at a friend's wedding years ago, so it was fun to sing together again. We sang Let's Call the Whole Thing Off by Gerschwin. (That's the I say potato, you say potahto song) Fun times.

We looked really pissed off, huh?

Wednesday, February 4, 2009

Holy Crap. I'm 30.

Turning 30 was actually less traumatic than I thought it would be. Six months ago, I realized the day was coming soon. I went into a bit of a panic. 30 is one of those milestone numbers. I always thought that when I was 30 I would feel like an adult. I don't. Not at all.
On pretty much every birthday I have, I get the feeling that I'm another year older and still haven't done anything with my life. I really didn't want that to happen this time and wondered if there were a way to get around it. I thought maybe I could do something to make me feel good about myself instead. That's when I wrote the I should be not fat entry. Well, guess how much weight I lost. Zero. That made me feel good about myself.
I suppose what I realized is that age is just a number and that I should be happy with whatever I can accomplish in my life. After all, who am I comparing myself to? Exactly, to a bunch of people who are also losers in their own way. I hear people say that happiness is not based on external conditions, but it is a state of mind. I shouldn't let the fact that I'm a fat old maid with no life get me down. I might as well be happy about who I am.
In conclusion:
Up yours 30.