I am a karoake whore

Yes, it's true. On Friday night, I once again went on a karaoke binge, singing 4 songs in the span of 4 hours. That's one song an hour (I am a math whiz). I began the night w/ "I will survive" a song that has never before been used in karaoke, but I decided to be risky and let my inner Gloria Gaynor come out. And come out she did, in the version of mid 20's whitey with a deluded confidence and the rhythm of a clumsy one legged blind girl. And I didn't stop there...I went on to sing "Milkshake" after some a**hole stole "Toxic" from Thesy and myself (I rarely do solos...I like to spread the embarassment amongst two people). I hate to say it, but my milkshake did not bring the boys to the yard...it only made one shout "make out!" and another join in with "yeah!". So we kissed...I'm just kidding! We only freaked a little, b/c I'm a karaoke whore, that's what karaoke whore's do. Plus, we had to keep the attention of our audience of two, no one else gave a sh*t. And finally, I crooned "It's the end of the world as we know it" w/ Lisa b/c during a strange point in her life she learned all the lyrics to the first half of the song and finally had the chance to show the world (or the remaining 8 people in the bar). I contributed very little during this performance...I think I said "it starts w/ an earthquake" and then later the obvious "Leonard Bernstein". Of course, I danced, if bouncing around and slightly bobbing your head counts as dancing. I don't think it does, I think that make actually be considererd seizing, but whatever works I just go with it. In the great words of the Beasties- "let it flow, let yourself go, slow and low, that is the tempo".

Saturday, I got a massage...my first ever...and you know what I realized? I don't like massages. They hurt like hell. How am I supposed to be relaxed when I'm tense the entire time worried that she'll do that thing with the elbow again? I couldn't help laughing (later when I was alone in my car) when I laid down on the massage table and meakly told the masseuse, "This is my first time, be gentle" b/c it's the only way I could think to phrase it. I promise I wasn't trying to make a lame joke, the equivalent of "I promised myself I wouldn't cry." After that, I got my hair cut and dyed, another first time for me, not dying it at home myself. I hate the haircut and the dye is okay, I guess (I went for the color of Reese Witherspoon's in "Walk the Line") but it's a little too much red, I only wanted a hint of red. Like when the light hits it and you go "Oh, red". Like that. Anyway, the response has been that people like it, my boss said it's a more mature look, but frankly I'm not mature so I don't know if it fits me. Nevertheless, new look=new Reagan. I want to be less uptight. Period. End of (boring) story.

I wish I were as clever as other people, but since I am not, I will just post random things from other blogs...

Where's Beyonce?
I prefer scenes where you have to find Beyonce at the fair or Beyonce at the beach, this one is kind of boring. (via a socialite's life)

One year old arrested
He might look innocent, you know, b/c he's one and has that whole "I can't speak, I just stare and drool" thing going for him, but I'm pretty sure he knew exactly what he was doing. Plus, I heard he has a drinking problem. (via immoderation)

I think I just went permanently blind
It took me a few seconds to realize this was Jack Osbourne and not some random creepy biker dude. You know he's one tough mother when he has a smiley face drawn on his knee in what looks like magic marker...you know that sh*t can be permanent. (via the d list)

Seperated at birth
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha.....ha ha ha ha ha (via the d list ...again)

R.