Showing posts with label my bf is speshul. Show all posts
Showing posts with label my bf is speshul. Show all posts

Saturday, October 9, 2010

Your new favorite song

B introduced me to this YouTube gem that was too good not to share. The clip is from an early Mary-Kate and Ashley Olsen children's film in which the girls rap about sleepover snackage. Not only does it focus on pizza, one of the most badass foods, but it also features some sick rhymes. Thanks to B and this video I've officially become a fan of surburban pubescent rap music

Ladies and gents, take a listen to "Gimme Pizza"-




Move over Jay-Z, there are some new chicks taking over the rap scene.

Thursday, September 30, 2010

Kinda a big deal

Today is a very special day. It is September 30th, 2010 and some serious history makin' is about to go down.

Tonight my better half and his band, Basic Radio, will be performing at El Corazon in Seattle. This is not just any show though. Oh, no. Tonight is their showcase for Tooth and Nail Records, a major record label that has signed many widely known bands such as MxPx, Underoath, and Anberlin. If all goes well, as I have faith it will, Basic Radio will sign a deal with the label, something they have all worked so relentlessly to achieve.

There is the address of where I'll be tonight. Now is the perfect time to stalk me!

B alone has been playing in bands since he was twelve; however, his love of music and instruments began even earlier than that. He loves music with all he's got. He loves it so much that if it were actually legal to marry a guitar in the state of Washington, he would probably wed his walnut Rickenbacker 650. Unluckily for him yet luckily for me, that is not possible. Instead he is forever stuck with me, though I am a gracious enough partner to tolerate him having a modest affair with said guitar. She is the only mistress I will ever allow. Ever.

Him and the 'other woman'

Since music has always been an obsession of his, he's never had the 'all or nothing' mentality. Like, "If I don't get signed by age XX, I'm putting my guitar away and moving on." Such a thought would never cross his mind because to him life without music is unfathomable. Even if this doesn't work out he will still play music and perform infront of crowds- just to a lesser degree. Heck, I can guarantee you that forty years from now I will still be coming home to him sitting in the living room strumming on the guitar. It's how it is and how it will always be.

Nevertheless, it would be amazing if he were granted the opportunity to travel the world and share his music with an endless crowd of people. And to be able to make a living off of doing that as well? That would be the icing on the cake.


I will have my fingers crossed tonight, secretly wishing that everything plays out perfectly. Even if it doesn't though, B will always remain my favorite rockstar.

Wednesday, September 29, 2010

Clarissa+Gum=Love

I have a passionate infatuation with gum. How passionate you ask? Let’s just say that I go through several packs a week. I’m like Violet Beauregarde from Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. It’s that serious. The chances of you catching me without a pack of gum in my bag is about -.05%. In truth, I probably have multiple packs on me, typically at least one fruity flavor and one mint flavor.


At this rate it can be somewhat of an expensive habit so I often buy multiple packs when a certain brand is on sale at the grocery store. I would guesstimate that I spend approximately $7-10 a week on gum, which to me, a broke college student, is a sizeable amount of money. I still make the sacrifice though since it’s not a bad habit to feed into. Gum not only freshens your breath but it also cleans your teeth. What’s so bad about that?

After all, I could be addicted to meth. But I'm not. Thank God.


Gum > Meth.

Anyway, I was at Fred Meyer yesterday buying eight hundred pounds of grapes- another costly addiction of mine- when I came across a catchy display of new gum flavors. Upon closer inspection I discovered that Wrigley’s Extra gum has released a new line of flavors titled ‘Dessert Delights’ featuring the following flavors: Key Lime Pie, Chocolate Chip Mint, and Strawberry Shortcake. Being a huge fan of everything and anything in the dessert category, I immediately swooped up a pack of the Key Lime Pie. I was so stoked I may or may not have unwrapped the pack before even stepping foot outside the Fred Meyer exit.

My verdict?

HOLY YUM! It’s amazing. As I raved to a few people, you can not only taste the creamy key lime but also the buttery graham cracker crust! It's every Weight Watchers member's dream come true. But really- try the gum. NOW. It’s so realistically delicious. I plan on trying the other flavors as soon as I get through this pack, which will likely be at the end of today.

After discovering this astounding gum, I began to brainstorm other realistically delicious flavors. To touch upon Charlie and the Chocolate Factory again, it’s kind of like the three-course meal flavor Willy Wonka developed, which contained the flavors of tomato soup, roast beef with a baked potato, and blueberry pie- all which are experienced in sequential manner when being chewed. Y'know, like a real three-course meal. Der.

Without further ado, here are some flavors of gum I would trade my right pinky finger for. (Because who uses that finger anyway?)

Pumpkin Pie with Whipped Cream

Mango Sticky Rice

Banana Nut Bread

Red Bean Mochi


Cherry Cheesecake

Champagne

B’s dream flavor?


Turkey Dinner
Barf.

Feel free to chime in with your personal fantasy flavors.

Or not.

Whatever.

Thursday, September 23, 2010

Every man's dream come true

No, it's not Megan Fox butt naked in a kitchen cooking a 14 oz. New York steak. 

It's this:



Get paid to hang out and eat pizza with Leonardo, Michelangelo, Donatello and Raphael? I know my boyfriend is not the only guy who would be overly excited to run across this help wanted ad.

Monday, September 6, 2010

Shameless promotion of my lover's band

So my magnificently loving boyfriend, who I often mysteriously refer to as 'B', is in a band. A band that I happen to think is very, very good- though I may be a tad biased. Regardless, I can ensure you they don't suck. Their shows attract a good crowd and I can never hear crickets chirping during their set, so I can confidently state that they are a generally decent band.

Oh, and their band is called Basic Radio. I should probably throw that in there if I truly aim to successfully promote them. Dur.

What I really want to share with you, though, is a 'blooper' video they recently posted on their own site. It's a bunch of outtakes from the various video updates they do for their website and fans. I promise you that none of it is rehearsed or hammed up. These fellas really are this childish and stupid.



If you want to see more of this lunacy and are somewhere within Washington State come to their show on September 30th at El Corazón in Seattle. You can check out their actual music at myspace.com/officialbasicradio. It’s going to a BIG show- which I may go into further details about later on- and will a guaranteed good time.

Tuesday, August 31, 2010

My boyfriend is my blog's lone fan

B created the below image in celebration of my new blog.


Evidently B started his own art management company, Little Dipper Productions?

To be truthful, I think it's an extremely impressive work of art. Then again it's sort of like how a mother thinks her five year old's disastrous finger-painting is a priceless work of artistic mastery. Except B is a twenty-six year old grown man who understands the fundamental concepts of form, space and shape. At the least you would think that by now he had mastered the talent of coloring within the lines but apparently he is still attempting to grasp that concept. Also, I think the 'q' in burlesque is backwards. Actually I'm fairly positive it is. Regardless, my love overshadows all critical analysis and I consider this to be a fine objet d'art.


... but I can't promise this will be my blog header anytime soon.


Oh, and if you happen to be bored go here for some blatantly harsh criticism of innocent children's art work. If you are at all immature and cynical then I'm sure you'll find it a tad entertaining.