I would like to thank Ida for her awesomeness and...

because of pointing out the the cute video there on the top of the sidebar to me! Kurt Hummel is an inspiration and the fact that he totally says the name of this blog on Glee ensures him a prime spot up there.

Proud to be Gleeks ey? YES WE ARE.

You are a true champion if you read all this. My face is tired.

Steve Balsamo singing Gethsemane from Jesus Christ Superstar

Hey you. Let’s talk business.

People ask me; Why do you watch those cheesy musical shows? With annoying women and feminine guys and props and bad music and horrible dance moves. Why do you listen to musical music? What is UP with all the youtube videos and the lyrics you google? Why do you like Glee? And why, oh, why do you know the lyrics of every friggin thing?

(No one has never asked me all those questions at once, that would be exceptionally scary, but people have come close when they realize all the crap I join on the internet. I should not be googled.)

The thing is, that is intrigues me. I am fascinated by the talent you have to have to be a proper musicalstar. Acting, singing and dancing all on one big plate, with people watching you and backstabbing behind the scenes. Actors are dramatic, singers are vain and dancers are impressive, but a musical star, a REAL one, is all that in one little package. Plus some star quality. Showbiz is tough but promising and really interesting. And musical showbiz is amazing.

I have always wanted to become a musical star. I’m actually not even kidding. Ever since I was little. Sure, I declared myself a future teacher sometimes, but I’ve always had musicals in the back of my mind.

Everyone who knows me is laughing now, because, well, I have none of those qualities you need. I’ve always got a song on my mind, and I have no problems with singing it out loud i public or in the shower for that matter. But I am tone-deaf. Horrible voice, can’t reach the notes and... let’s just say that I can’t sing. I crack up whenever I even TRY to act and I once again proved my lacking dance moves at Zumba last week. I can lie like Bush, but that is not acting. The chicken dance is the best dance move you can get out of me. Being a musical star was always a dream, but a totally non-realistic one. I wish though. And it is that dusty and old desire that makes me keeping track of the musical world.

I’m not following it’s every move, but I am updated. And I enjoy it.

So. That case is out of the world.

The reason why I am bringing this up is because I have a new addiction. Prison Break has been in the freezer for the last 3 weeks, my super-addictive book has been laying around gathering dust and the quilt I decided to crochet a few weeks ago is still the size of a small cookie. What is the new addiction you ask? It’s Zorro. And not even the book or the movie, no, the Dutch tv audition that has been going on for the last 4 weeks. There was an open audition a year ago, and now, similar to American Idol, Popstars, X-Factor, So You Think You Can Dance, are there live shows leading up to the final in three weeks. There are only 5 potential Zorro’s left. The show is super tacky, with songs used on Glee, the worst presenter in the history of bad presenters (The guy reads his jokes from the autocue and gets all lost when someone surprises him....) and a super annoying musical-fossil who is supposed to be THE MAN when it comes to Dutch musical but who is, and I say this with contempt, getting older. Ahem. I’m talking senile. He should go home and not be on a show.

I should be ashamed to even like it, but I truly enjoy it. All kinds of cute men (some ugly too...) singing, dancing and bitching about it? I like to make fun of them and to hate them when they send out my favourite and then look up the performances on Youtube to comment them. It’s an addiction, an unhealthy one but it is one that is over in 3 weeks. Then I can go back to watching tv shows and reading.

(PS: For you people who actually ARE Dutch and can watch the show, my favourite is Ruud because of this and this and this. And maybe even because of this. Feel free to tell me who yours is.)

Titleless

I have become one of those people who goes to the gym. I might have to follow my dignity down the drain. Seriously, 2 times yesterday and in about 20 minutes I’ll be off again to embarrass myself at Zumba. That is 3 times in 3 days, peeps, plus PE at school today. (The subject was balance, so it really does not count, because basicly all we did was walking on the wrong side of benches, but I had to put on training tights, so it counts anyway. You know.)

You know you are avoiding to do your homework when you are facebooking celebrities.

Or maybe that just means that I have stalker qualities.

Tonight, I'll paint my friend

Tonight, I'll lose my head

Tonight, I've got to get tonight

Monday, I have Friday on my mind

Friday on my mind - Easybeats

 

Sooooo, as you may have noticed, I changed something on here. I know, I know. Change is scary and intimidating, but will you be okay if I talk you through it? Thought so.

Change numero uno (Maybe my future in Spanish is not lost after all): I deleted the visitor count that was on the left. I always used to check it, but I realized that it was totally wrong. I also regularly check my Blogger stats and something called Google Analyzer, those two agree with each other, but the count thing was FAR behind. Because, ladies and gentlemen, my blog reached a record when it comes to individual visitors last Saturday! (I suspect it has something to do with the fact that I had PORN in one of the titles....) A record I am proud of, but won’t share. That would just make me uncomfortable. But if you are wondering, I can tell you that the amount of comments does not in any way reflect the amount of people that actually read something on here every day.

I changed something else too, namely the tags. I tagged things properly while watching Bones (New/old addiction), so now you can read posts that belong under certain categories, without having to sort through my more idiotic and teenager scribbles like : I totally have a pimple! I’ll be adding one more category, but that is just if I am sure that it will work. Which I am not. It has to do with my vanity. And pride.

Otherwise I did some other little things here and there, but nothing you will recognize or care about. I am also considering a new header, but first I have to come up with something appropriate. This header has generated a lot of positive responses and it would embarrassing if I made someone that was less... me

That was it. So now you can go back to picking out the chocolate peanuts from a bag with various nuts, while listening to old Vanessa Carltons and arguing with your roommate because she’s insulting your future husband. Or whatever else you like do to on a Monday night.

You should know that...

My nose is growing a pimple. And it hurts.

I will accept gifts as a token for your sympathy. Preferably money. Dollars. Pounds. Euros. Kroner. Or a check. Yeah. *awkward* Bye then. I’ve gotta go spend some time with my new best buddy, Mr. P. Imple. He is blocking my eyesight and now he is going to DIE.

Youtube is my religion. And award shows are my porn.

I learned three things from the Golden Globes last weekend

1. Nathalie Portmans laugh is probably the geekiest and cutest laugh in the history of awkward accepting speech laughs. Skip to 1.46 for the good stuff.

2. Olivia Wilde, the bitch, wore my future wedding dress to the Globes. YEAH, THATS RIGHT future husband, you better find something to match me. Or I’ll never shuffle snow again.

The shoes were fierce too, but me and my lovely persona could never pull that off. And I would probably trip at the altar (? I’m not going church but is there any other word?) and take down the whole bridal party with me down.

3. Chris Colfer totally WON and it was his first nomination! That is just really really nice for him, since he seems so sweet. Watch his acceptance speech and smile people.

Glee geek = Gleek

Wanna listen to some awesomeness? Click here.

(And now, for a private peek into Marieke's desktop, brace yourselves and don't look at the time. I'm a light insomniac.)

Yeah, that’s right, nonstop Glee music. It’s like the playlist from heaven. One of the best things is that you can totally block Lady Gaga from the list. Don’t wanna listen to her music, even if it is Lea Michele screeching out her songs.

(I just blocked David Geddes too. If you hear the orginial version of Run Joey Run you will understand the pain my ears just went through.)

Dude, get a passport. It is cool.

Okay, random, but quite astonishing fact: Only about 20% of the Americans own passports.

Yeah, I’ll let that sink in. Can you believe it? Seriously, nowadays, over here in Europe , most people own passports. Okay, maybe not a farmer in the mountains of France, but most people have left their own country. They even do it regularly. Leave the country a few times a year. With car, plane or by foot. So the fact that only 20% of Americans own passports is unbelievable for me. That is like 6 students in a class of 30. (My math skills are underappreciated)

If you find it interesting, read this article about why Americans don’t see the need to leave the country.

It makes me wonder: Do YOU own a passport?

Just for the sake of it: I do not read random boring wikipedia articles, I'm not THAT much of a lifeless nerd, but someone said it on Bones, and I had to check it out ^^

The Sartorialist

Taking pictures of everyday people is cool. Taking good pictures of everyday people is even cooler. And when you post them on a blog and get all famous, well then you are officially cold. Pictures are taken in New York, Madrid, Milano, Florence, Paris and London and that result in some gorgeous pictures of people wearing really nice and inspirational outfits. I suggest you go check them out.

We've got Paris Chic....

Freakishly Freaky....

Pretty Madrid...

Florence Bling...

Sunny Legs...

Redhaired Londen...

 Onepiece Extraordinaire...

Scruffy New York...

And just plain cute!

You KNOW he is going to be damn fashionable growing up. And a babe-magnet.

Drool Dream aka a heartattack waiting to happen. Or just yummy-yummy-in-my-tummy.

I am a freak. You know, I keep trying not to eat sugary things and to think of carbs as the enemy instead of a cosy friend in troubled times but I do still like to look and delicious things. Especially as have become interested in decorating cupcakes and making brownie-inside-cookies-cookies, I have been looking around for cool recipes and inspirational pictures. And some of those are just plain gorgeous so here you go: I’ve created another folder. The Drool Dream for what you would like to eat, but can’t because of the totally horrible thing called being healthy. So get yourself a napkin and get drooling! :D

4 Rules To Live By

(I am conjuring up many others, but right now, this is all I got. My teacher bitchslapped me in the face today, with my Spanish term test and after actually cleaning my room for once, I am sleepy and I’ve inhaled too much dust, so. Bear with me.)

1. Eat dessert first. Not that I ever do, but I guess it is a positive way of looking at... life. No. Dessert eating.

2. No matter how late you go to sleep; never try to figure out how many hours of sleep you will get, because then you will never sleep. Trust me I am quite experienced in this field of lying in bed. You know like: Okay I’ve still got 8 hours of sleep. Ow. 7. 6 and a half hours. That’s not bad. 6 hours. 5 hours and 45 minutes. 5 hours. Fuck, I don’t think I will be able to wake up tomorrow... 4 and a half hours. Maybe I’d just stay up the rest of the night? You know I could watch a mo.... SNORE.

3. If it is snowing outside and you are sitting all warm and toasty in your parents car on the way home up the hill and you see someone struggling outside, someone you know, maybe a classmate, preferably with a suitcase and a backpack and snow melting in their hair, if that happens, and you know it does every once in a while, get your parents to pull over and tell this person to get in and to get a lift from you and your warm car. Whoever was on their way up the hill will be thankful forever and ever and ever. And maybe some more after that. Maybe you can even earn some money... SMART way to get some shopping money, ask fares for having your parents drive your friends home. Who really needs a job when you can EXPLOIT other people?

4. Never get a tattoo that DOESN’T mean a THING. Yes, I am talking about those brainless boobs who get a tattoo when they are on vacation. A ginormous butterfly on their foot, two wings on their back or anything else that is ugly. I think you are stupid for ruining your body and I really hope you will regret it once. I know that is harsh and that everyone is the boss over their own body, but REALLY? And it’s done with a needle. Brrr.

Google = LOVE

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Start with your head down. Now slowly look up.

"The whole difference between construction and creation is this; that a thing constructed can only be loved after it is constructed; but a thing created is loved before it exists. "

Charles Dickens

(Yes, this is actually a pathetic excuse for a post and I am a pathetic excuse for a blogger, but sometimes pathetic is just the way to go. Look at this guy. He is extremely pathetic, but you love him anyway.)

I know I'm late but: Happy New Years! Let's make 2011 rock.

Mentally kill me all you want, but holding one of those sparkly thingies makes me feel like a wizard. You know, with a flame spittin’ wand and all.

Anyways I hope 2011 treats you well, that some of your dreams come true and that you don’t have new year’s resolutions. Because new year’s resolutions are just silly. You should make resolutions all year long, after every problem you get, instead of just on this one day. That way, when you break them, you just make new ones, no matter if it is spring or early October. Good theory, huh? Totally figured it out by myself. (Some blonde person said it on a British New Years special, while I was nodding like crazy towards the tv.)