GLEE.

That's all that needs to be said.
WATCH.
Now.

They Made A Name And Called It Beauty.

http://www.baeblemusic.com/concertvideo/TheGuestApartment/StillLifeStill.html

^ It's a live acoustic performance of one of my favourite bands, Still Life Still. I actually know some of them, and they're pretty good, even if the lead singer's kind of..interesting. :P But yeah, they're a Toronto band, East York specifically. In fact, they all live, like, just a few kilometers down the street from me. It'd be pretty cool if people would check them out, they're really good. Oh, and buy their debut album, both me and my dad each have a copy. :) They really ARE good.

I really wish I could see them live again though. My dad doesn't really approve of me sneaking into bars, though he approves a whole lot more than my mom or sis, so I guess I should be grateful he let me do it a few times. I guess it helps that I don't even really like alcohol all that much. I'm such an innocent person, lol.

The whole band is pretty sweet, I mean, they baked me a cake once because I came to my dad's work for take your child to work day. They heard from my dad that I'm a fan of theirs and baked me a SLS official drum shaped cake. Isn't that nice? :D

Just never, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever see Aaron without his shirt off.

Hah, T-Shirts. :P True love my ass.

All those little birdies,
JBU <3

She Took The Midnight Train Going Anywhere.

Kay, so I decided to post my second youtube video of myself singing. Well, you don't ever see my face, but it's me. I didn't really tag it much so I doubt it'll get very many hits, but I was really bored so I sung a cover of Don't Stop Believin' by Journey. I know it sounds cheesy, but I'm a cheesy girl.

Anyway, check it out, anyone who actually, you know, is reading this. (Especially Kevin, since I figure he'll be the only one who'll actually read this shit.) Here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TbBpYaeEzjc

It's actually pretty terrible, so if you value your ears, don't watch. But if you feel like having a good laugh, click away, be my guest. :P

Click click,
JBU <3

Swear To Shake It Up If You Swear To Listen.

Okay, so the baking took a while. Those cookies were so damn good. I love eating cookie dough. And I don't just lick it off the spoon like some people do, oh no, I fully, like, scoop it out of the bowl and eat it. I don't care if it's not good for me, it's sooooooooo good!

So, I really should lose some weight. Problem being, I love fatty food (who doesn't) and I've never lost a single pound in my life. I just gain, and (hopefully) stay at that weight for a while. My current stay weight is a hundred and eighty pounds and that just won't cut it. I guess I'll have to satisfy my hunger with sushi and tostitos for the rest of the Christmas break.

And not eat some of that fruitcake? Yeah, right. (I'm such a fatass.)

Anyway, so I was texting my friends all night which is why if I'm not making sense, I'm sorry, I'm just tired. I mean, I woke up, like, half an hour ago and it was sort of reluctant. Right now, I'm watching Youtube videos of Brendon Urie to wake me up a little.

Oh dear.

BrennyBear did a cover..

Oh god.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xG8tMULTf5o&feature=related

I can't put it into words...how much..I LOVE THIS.

Anyway, while I fangirl squee at this, omfg, here are some quick Brenny facts.

Number One: He's vegetarian/borderline vegan.

Number Two: He can sing/play the Super Mario theme song. Yeah. That's right.

Number Three: He sleeps. In sheets.

Number Four: He's the only member of Panic that actually has a Youtube Account. (Subscribed and friended by me of course.)

Number Five: Brendon Urie has a tattoo of piano keys on his forearm. :) It's purdy, see?

Yeah. Five facts. And a really terrible picture of Brendon. Actually, it's kind of cute. In fact, it's more than kinda cute. Okay, maybe I'm only attracted to it because it's Brendon, but still. You can't blame a girl for being attracted to that gorgeous piece of man.
Yeah. I just said gorgeous piece of man. What are you gonna do about it? I think so. :P

Hit me Brenny one more time <3
JBU<3

Domestication Is Key.

Some hardcore baking is showing up in the near future, along with young love, heartbreak, frolic, and pigs named Henry. Please insert another quarter for your next fortune.

Honestly, though, I'm going to be doing a lot of baking in a little while, so this will be a pretty short post. I'm going over to my friend's house bearing gifts of cookies and curried chicken. I'm on my way to being the perfect little Asian grandmother, I am. Making food for people and then forcing it down their throats whether they're hungry or not. Yep, I'm going to be one good little Asian grandmother.

Anyway, while I'm waiting for the rice to finish cooking, I'm going to make a list again. Maybe this blog will be all about lists. Or not.

Since it's me though, like it or not, there will be a lot of lists. There is no avoiding it, I like making lists. Is that a crime? Carrying on, here's a list of things I like to do while cooking. Well, things I discovered I like doing while cooking.

Number One: Listening/Singing along to/Dancing to Lady Gaga. I'm totally serious, here. I mean, it's strangely satisfying. You should try it. Walk, walk, fashion baby, work it, I'm a free bitch baby!

Number Two: Taste testing. Because I need to try every single bit of it before you do, because I want to make sure it's perfect. I mean, I would feel terrible if your food tasted bad. You understand, right?

Number Three: Be really nice. Like those 50's housewife mums that bake you cookies and talk in a sweet little voice and will do whatever you want and stuff. :3 I even put on pearls and dig up old heels and wear a little dress when I can. It's really quite amusing, you know. Really. I'm not crazy!

Number Four: Stretch. I mean, if I have to wait for a bit, I might as well do some stretching, I mean, it's probably the most productive thing I could do while I wait for the rice to cook. In fact, it's probably way more productive than writing a blog post that nobody will bother to read.

Number Five: Saying really random whimsical things out of nowhere when someone asks me something. Like, the typical conversation with me while I'm cooking will go like this:

My sister: Where's the wok, I want to make some food.

Me: I like to talk in the mirror to myself and practice facial expressions so I don't look completely retarded when I talk to someone.

My sister: Albeit my amusement, that doesn't help me to find the wok. At all.

Me: I want the drama.

My sister: What?

Me: I talk to spoons. They're rather nice.

My sister: You know what, I'll just go look for it myself.

..

Yeah.

Come to think of it, that's pretty much how I talk to people whether I'm cooking or not. Maybe I should start making sense. I'm pretty sure it would up my ratings.

RA RA AH AH AH ROMA RO MA MA GAGA OOH LA LA.

JBD <3

So, now I have a blog.

Well, hello there internet. How are you? Have you burped and fed your computer? I hope so.

Hmm, so now I have a blog. I guess these things are meant for me to rant about my life, like the whole of the internet really cares what an art school attending teen fashion designer wannabe is doing with her miserable existence.

But wait - if you're reading this, that means you really DO want me to ramble on about who I am and what I do! Either that, or you're really bored and are abusing that StumbleUpon button. You really should give it a break, it's almost Christmas, for god's sakes. Buttons need sick days and vacation pay, too! Not to mention pension plans and health benefits..

Anyway, I am honestly not sure what I'm exactly supposed to ramble on about, so I'll just make a list. I like list, they're nice and orderly. I like orderly things, they make things seem simple and clean when my life is so complicated and haphazard. :/

Then, you know, I have to decide what the list is about. This should be a careful and delicate process, so many choices. The quaintest houses I've ever seen? The most extravagant show I've ever been to?

Aw, screw it, here's a list of celebrities I like and why I like em.

Number One: Brendon Urie. For those of you that actually know me, you realize that I live, breathe and practically eat Panic At The Disco, and I would literally die if Brendon Urie was to touch me, let alone talk to me or kiss me or give me a hug or..other things. Literally, how could you ignore those luscious, luscious lips, and his pretty, pretty hair. Plus, I was attracted to his voice in the beginning. I literally screamed "I WILL MARRY THAT MAN" when I first heard his voice on the radio. Like, you don't even realize how much I am in love with him. It cannot be put into words.
Actually..
Imagine over nine thousand Jonas Brothers, Miley Cyrus and Justin Bieber fans packed into a room, with their obsession level totally exploding the building. Yeah, times that by about, oh, infinity, and you have my obsession with Brendon Urie. Yeah. Gotta love that man.

Number Two: The Beatles. I'm just going to squish all four (five, if you count Pete Best, but I don't. Stupid bloke.) I love the Beatles. You go look at the chicks from I Wanna Hold Your Hand, and I swear if I was alive back then, I would be IN THAT MOVIE.

Number Three: Audrey Hepburn. Because she's just that classy.

Number Four: Patrick Stump, but pre-slimming and shaving of the sideburns. Those things were holy, man. Don't mess with the 'burns.

Number Five: Adam Lambert. I mean, you have to respect this kid. He's gotten all sorts of crap from the stunts he's pulled live, but he really doesn't seem to care, especially since they're only doing this because he's gay. More power to you, Glambert, live on, happy man!
As a sidenote, he seemed supernice when he was on the view, and I kind of really want him as a best friend. Like, really badly. Hey Adam, wanna visit me? We can do each other's nails, and you can teach me how the frick to use eyeliner because it confuses the HELL out of me.

...and that's all I can think of right now, plus I feel a bout of oncoming carpel tunnel, so I really should go run hot water over my wrists. I haven't written this much since early Movember.

...Yes, I call it Movember.

Don't judge me.

It really is Movember.

I also really want a Movember necklace.

Just saying.

Peace,
JBU. <3