NORM!!
in trying to take advantage of my not-workingness, i went to a matinee. at a time when most people were participating in "the grind", i was enjoying an afternoon of cinema.
i was the only person in the theater, which made me feel self conscious until i remembered that celebrities buy out entire theaters so they can see a movie. and they also build really swanky home theaters with recliners and pinball machines.
so then i felt all pampered and famous and i wondered where my personal assistant had gone with my popcorn.
(to jump from the topic, but not from the afternoon... when i went to buy my ticket i was all excited because it cost $4.75 and i'd get a quarter back and have enough change to buy a mountain dew and then the ticket lady was like, "would you like to donate your quarter to primary children's hospital?"
of course i didn't think my caffeine fix was more important than sick children.
of course i didn't begrudge the hospital my quarter.
of course i wasn't so self involved that i couldn't give a teeny, tiny coin to those who couldn't come to an early afternoon movie.
but who was this ticket lady to take away my dew and force a social consience on me out of the blue? so of course i dropped my hands to my side and looked down and said, "yes." in the same tone i give to my mom when she tells me to go to the dentist. and i could hear the ticket lady mocking me the minute i walked away)
(i'm jumping back to the original topic. thanks for joining me on my tangent.)
everybody craves celebrity in one form or another.
i always wanted to be the "norm!!" type of celebrity where everyone in my neighborhood, or ward, or local bar knows my name.
and they're always glad i came.
where people know people are all the same.
yep, i wanna go where everybody knows my name.
i was the only person in the theater, which made me feel self conscious until i remembered that celebrities buy out entire theaters so they can see a movie. and they also build really swanky home theaters with recliners and pinball machines.
so then i felt all pampered and famous and i wondered where my personal assistant had gone with my popcorn.
(to jump from the topic, but not from the afternoon... when i went to buy my ticket i was all excited because it cost $4.75 and i'd get a quarter back and have enough change to buy a mountain dew and then the ticket lady was like, "would you like to donate your quarter to primary children's hospital?"
of course i didn't think my caffeine fix was more important than sick children.
of course i didn't begrudge the hospital my quarter.
of course i wasn't so self involved that i couldn't give a teeny, tiny coin to those who couldn't come to an early afternoon movie.
but who was this ticket lady to take away my dew and force a social consience on me out of the blue? so of course i dropped my hands to my side and looked down and said, "yes." in the same tone i give to my mom when she tells me to go to the dentist. and i could hear the ticket lady mocking me the minute i walked away)
(i'm jumping back to the original topic. thanks for joining me on my tangent.)
everybody craves celebrity in one form or another.
i always wanted to be the "norm!!" type of celebrity where everyone in my neighborhood, or ward, or local bar knows my name.
and they're always glad i came.
where people know people are all the same.
yep, i wanna go where everybody knows my name.
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my advice, you want fame/luxury now a days, just get a drum machine and make some rehashed rap album covering 80s brit rock songs over run-DMC beats. BANG! let the bling start rollin. jeesh, a 5'10 white chick rappin wham songs to my adidas??? ... there's a platinum album!
I remember watching that show growing up. Didn't always understand, but did like the song. Thanks for helping me relive the memories.
(And I want to work at Primary Children's one day so think of it as going toward my salary and when I work there I will buy you a Mountain Dew)
and they did.
Still one of my proudest moments.