Since I'm posting lyrics anyway...

Thought I'd go ahead and post this one, only my favorite number of all time. This is what I say to the Koreans and their crazy ways. I am a master of my territory. Don't mess with me. LOL.


FANNY BRICE

Don't tell me not to live, just sit and putter
Life's candy and the sun's a ball of butter
Don't bring around a cloud to rain on my parade
Don't tell me not to fly, I simply got to
If someone takes a spill, it's me and not you
Who told you you're allowed to rain on my parade
I'll march my band out, I'll beat my drum
And if I'm fanned out, your turn at bat, sir
At least I didn't fake it, hat, sir
I guess I didn't make it
But whether I'm the rose of sheer perfection
A freckle on the nose of life's complexion
The Cinderella or the shine apple of its eye
I gotta fly once, I gotta try once,
Only can die once, right, sir?
Ooh, life is juicy, juicy and you see,
I gotta have my bite, sir.
Get ready for me love, 'cause I'm a "comer"
I simply gotta march, my heart's a drummer
Don't bring around the cloud to rain on my parade,

I'm gonna live and live NOW!
Get what I want, I know how!
One roll for the whole shebang!
One throw that bell will go clang,
Eye on the target and wham,
One shot, one gun shot and bam!
Hey, Mr. Arnstein, here I am ...

I'll march my band out, I will beat my drum,
And if I'm fanned out, your turn at bat, sir,
At least I didn't fake it, hat, sir,
I guess I didn't make it
Get ready for me love, 'cause I'm a "comer"
I simply gotta march, my heart's a drummer
Nobody, no, nobody, is gonna rain on my parade!

Why I love musicals, part IV

While reflecting on the topic of my favorite musicals recently, I neglected to mention this one. I LOVE Funny Girl, because I am Fanny Brice. No doubt about it. You will not rain on my parade. Maybe that's why I've been so moody lately. She's dead on in this song, and I now see why. It's really hard to admit when you are lonely. This song sums up the hidden emotions perfectly.

Fanny and Nick steal a private moment
at the party and discover they are both
a little lonely. Fanny sings:

We travel single-oh
Maybe we're lucky, but I don't know--
With them,
Just let one kid fall down
And seven mothers faint.
I guess we're both happy, but maybe--
We ain't.
People--people who need people
Are the luckiest people in the world,
We're children, needing other children
And yet letting our grown-up pride
Hide all the need inside,
Acting more like children
Than children.

Lovers are very special people,
They're the luckiest people
In the world.
With one person, one very special person
A feeling deep in your soul
Says you were half,
Now you're whole.
No more hunger and thirst
But first be a person
Who needs people.
People who need people
Are the luckiest people
In the world!

Nick has to leave the party early because
he's going to Kentucky the next day but
promises to call Fanny when he returns
to New York.

My criminals are always readers

That's right folks. In a breathtaking nightmare last night, I dreamed that among other things, I was being held at gunpoint by a man that sat staring at my bookshelf before he started firing shots. Was he upset at my book collection? Disgruntled at all the girly fiction on the shelf? I do love my Barbara Kingsolver and Jane Austen, among many others. All the shots he fired missed me, but whoa! That was one hell of a dream. I love my crazy, Korean life.

Minnesota Legend Strikes Again

I was talking with one of the Korean teachers tonight after work (I was supposed to be doing my Kindergarten lesson plan for next week but that's beside the point) and we got to the subject of where I'm from. When I told her I lived in Minnesota for three years, she promptly asked me "Are there a lot of big, strong men in Minnesota?" Uh? How does one respond to this? I guess so? I then realized after some charades playing that she must have been talking about none other than Paul Bunyan. Yes, he's from Minnesota. Yes, he's a legend. What's a legend? A story? Oh I love explaining things in broken, half right English. "He's a story? Made up?" She was shocked. Hate to burst your bubble there, but yeah, we call it a tall tale in the States. "Yeah, he was very tall." She replies. What do I say to that? So yeah, there's a lot of explaining to do. There's a lot that gets lost. And so begins my life. I just had to share this little interaction. I thought it was mildly amusing.

Upshot? I finished week SEVEN. Wow.

I just want to scream!!!

THEY ARE IN KINDERGARTEN FOR CRYING OUT LOUD!!!

Stop with the pressure.
The intensity.
The need for perfection.
Relax.
No one learns under that much pressure to be perfect.
Or do they?
Tears happen for a reason people.
It's called fear.
Fear of failure.

I suppose one has to start somewhere. I love kids, but this is ridiculous.

*END RANT*

Thirty Question

Directions: Create a new blog post. Write an introduction. Copy and paste the meme below into your blog, changing the comments to your own. Use the title of this meme in your subject line or create your own. Feel free to tag your friends or not. A link back to this lens would be appreciated.

1. Where is your cell phone? Buried.

2. Describe your boyfriend/girlfriend? Single!

3. Your hair? Burnette

4. Your mother? America

5. Your father? America

6. Your favourite item? Book

7. Your dream last night? Confusion

8. Your favourite drink? Tea

9. Your dream car? Functional

10. The room you are in? Studio

11. Your ex? None.

12. Your fear? Abandonment

13. What do you want to be in 10 years? Thriving

14. Who did you hang out with last night? Friends

15. What you're not? Superficial

16. The last thing you did? Pee

17. What are you wearing? Pajamas

18. Your favourite book? Choose?

19. The last thing you ate? Bibimbop.

20. Your life? Thrilling

21. Your mood? Contemplative

22. Your friends? Amazing

23. What are you thinking about right now?Lonliness

24. Your car? Abandoned

25. What are you doing at the moment? Blogging

26. Your summer? Abroad

27. What is on your TV? Nothing

28. When is the last time you laughed? Today

29. Last time you cried? Today

30. School? Always

If you're into it, blog your own!