Disney Knows How To Pick'em

I cannot get Demi Lovato's new album out of my head. It's catchy and fun and has a hint of Regina Spektor in it. Yes, I am aware she is 16 and from Disney but I don't care.

The girl can sing, here's proof.

Color Me Good

Just like bagels and numbers, I have a thing about colors. Whenever I see a rainbow, it reminds me of high school. Here’s why:
-- White, Red, Pink, Orange, and Yellow are the girls.
-- Green, Blue, Purple, Brown, and Black are the boys.
-- White and Black are the adult authority figures.
-- Red and Blue are the quintessential All-American couple.
-- Yellow and Green are the slightly awkward best friends who’ll realize they’re in love with the other in about 5 years.
-- Orange and Purple are also best friends, but will not fall in love with one another, seeing as they’re interested in their own gender ; )
-- Pink is Red’s little sister.
-- And lastly, Brown is everyone’s grandpa.

Absolutely Lovely

Easy Listening

Question: Why is it that we take custody over musicians we are fans of?
The sense of ownership I feel toward certain artists is absurd…it’s as if I personally discovered them! I’ve usually done nothing except buy their album. However, that never stops me from staking my claim in their success.

So, let me introduce you to my latest discovery: Priscilla Ahn.
Her mesmerizing vocals allow you forget how painful some of her lyrics are. It’s also hard to take what she sings too seriously because it sounds like a lullaby.

Gems to Download: "Opportunity To Cry" and "A Good Day"

F.I.A = Fate In Action

Have you ever had one of those moments where you can see fate working? When the moment feels bigger than just sheer coincidence?

For example: on a flight home from a tame Spring Break, I sat next to a familiar looking woman who was reading over scripts. Turns out she was an executive producer of Army Wives, a show I had interned for last fall. We ended up talking the entire time and she gave me wonderful career advice, as well as her card.

The entire time we were talking I just kept thinking, “what are the odds?” And that’s the thing…the odds are too great. So I chalk it up to fate and consider myself lucky to have witnessed it.

It’s Not Me, It’s You

I have a confession to make: I’m a Twitter* quitter. (whew, now I feel better.)

I broke up with Twitter less than 12 hours after we made it official. The problem was it was too needy, always having to know what I was doing every moment of the day. Frankly, that’s too much of a commitment. I need my space. I understand there are millions of people who have fulfilling relationships with their Twitter…I am not one of them.

There are only a limited number of hours in a day, which have to be divided among e-mailing, Facebooking, texting, calling, surfing, watching Youtube, etc. I cannot handle one more thing I have to update or check.

We might be able to reconcile and get back together in the future but I can’t make any long-term commitments right now. I will say this: it was good while it lasted. Wait, who am I kidding? No it wasn’t, that’s why I quit.



*Twitter is a social networking and micro-blogging service that allows its users to send and read other users' updates (known as tweets), which are text-based posts of up to 140 characters in length.

Ha ha ha...ouch!

Have you ever hit your knee's equivalent of your funny bone (the place right above your knee cap)?


I just did. I was awkward and funny all at the same time.