Don't Be A Bread Head. Theme Thursday.

If... (A Meme From Wings)

If...


If I were a month, I’d be October.
If I were a day of the week, I’d be Thursday.
If I were a time of day, I’d be midnight.
If I were a planet, I’d be Jupiter.
If I were a sea animal, I’d be a dolphin.
If I were a direction, I’d be north.
If I were a piece of furniture, I’d be a beanbag chair.
If I were a liquid, I’d be water.
If I were a gemstone, I’d be sapphire.
If I were a tree, I’d be a Charlie Brown tree.
If I were a tool, I’d be a spork.
If I were a flower, I’d be a weed.
If I were a kind of weather, I’d be rain.
If I were a musical instrument, I’d be a harmonica.
If I were a color, I’d be yellow.
If I were an emotion, I’d be exuberance.
If I were a fruit, I’d be a pineapple.
If I were a sound, I’d be music.
If I were an element, I’d be krypton.
If I were a car, I’d be a Batmobile.
If I were a food, I’d be a pierogi.
If I were a place, I’d be a concert.
If I were a material, I’d be silk.
If I were a taste, I’d be chocolate orange.
If I were a scent, I’d be vanilla.
If I were an object, I’d be a disc.
If I were a body part, I'd be an eye.
If I were a facial expression, I’d be a smile.
If I were a song, I’d be Keeps Getting Better.
If I were a pair of shoes, I’d be giant, epic boots.

Theme Thursday - Surface

Theme Thursday - Polka Dots

Dedicated to Sarah and Adam

It was a dark and stormy night.

Well, not really.

That was just the eyeshadow. Dark Storm. It's got a real dusky sorta look to it, that I really like. I was putting it on now, when I heard the door crack open.

"Adam?" I heard my name called. I spun around, eyeshadow in hand.

"Yes?"

"Are you ready to go yet?"

I spun back around to look in the mirror. "Not yet," I told him.

"Adam, you have to be done soon. We've got to go in," he checked his watch, "ten minutes!! Ten minutes, Adam, if we want to be at least sort-of on time."

"Hold on, hold on, hold on!!" I whispered.

Kris sighed. He walked over to me and handed me my eyeliner.

"Thank you!!" I cried, stealing it from his hand, putting the empty container of eyeshadow down, and working on a quick layer of eyeliner.

I heard Kris pace over to the back of the room and grab his coat. He sat down on the bed, and started tying his shoes. I finished my eyeliner, threw the pencil on the table, and jumped up. I stuck rhinestones around my eyes, for added effect. Spreading a quick layer of glitter across my face (and a little in my uber-styled hair), I slipped on my platform glitter boots, grabbed my sparkling knee-length trench coat/jacket, grabbed his hand and ran out of the room.

I heard him shut the door behind us as we sprinted down the long hallway. I started running backwards as I looked at him and smiled.

"How do I look?" I asked him loudly as I paced backwards.

"Fine. Turn around!!" his eyes went around me, so I spun around and almost ran into a stagehand carrying four Coke glasses. For the judges, I assumed.

"Hey!!" she shouted.

We skidded to a halt, and pivoted.

"What?" I shrieked, out of breath.

"You guys are on soon!!" she yelled at us.

"We know!!" we turned to run farther down the hall, but stopped when she yelled "Hey!!" again.

We stopped again.

"What?!" Kris shouted back.

"Can I have your autograph?"

Kris sighed, and we ran back to her. She pulled out a pad of paper, and I whipped out a silver-sparkle pen. Kris looked at me, his eyes saying, "What?". I just shook my head and signed her paper. I handed him the pen and he jotted down his name, sighing at my flourish of a signature.

"Thank you," she sighed. Kris hugged her quick and I gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. We turned and ran back down the hall. We passed a wardrobe rack, and I yelled, "Stop!!"

Kris spun around. "What now?!"

I finally found my lucky polka-dot scarf!! I grabbed it quick, waved it in Kris' face, and tied it as I ran past him. I heard him sigh again, and he raced after me.

We finally reached the huge doors at the back of the stage. We both braced ourselves, and I tucked my scarf into my shirt.

"Hey," Kris said next to me. Breathing heavy, I looked at him.

"Yeah?" I answered.

"Good luck, man." he told me.

"You, too."

He looked down, then walked the quick steps to me and hugged me.

"Good luck," I whispered.

He pulled away. "Oh yeah!!" he yelled, getting pumped.

"Yeah!!" I shrieked up at the ceiling. We both started laughing, until we heard our musical cue. We heard Ryan speaking, and we heard our names.

"Here they are - our two finalists, Adam Lambert and Kris Allen!!"

I grabbed his hand, raised it in the air, and dropped it. I looked at him, he met my eyes, and I smiled. He smiled back.

The door raised into the air, and my hand flew to my neck, feeling the lucky scarf. The lucky polka-dots, black background, white circles, and one red circle - the "red" sheep of the bunch. Me.

I tucked it back in, and Kris and I walked out to pumping music and cheering crowds. We walked to the front center stage together, looked out at the crowd, and I looked at Kris.

Kris nodded. I grabbed his hand, as we had backstage, we threw our heads up to look at the sky, and shrieked, in unison, "WHOO!!"

"I think he's happier that he can be himself and it's nice, Adam is who he is and he's not afraid. I support him in whatever he does." - Kris Allen on Adam Lambert

"I was like, 'Oh, s***, they put me with the cute guy,' Distracting! He's the one guy I found attractive in the whole group on the show: nice, nonchalant, pretty and totally my type — except that he has a wife. I mean, he's open-minded and liberal, but he's definitely 100 percent straight." - Adam Lambert on [being roommates with] Kris Allen

I used some things the guys actually said (Adam) to describe things.

First Post of 2010 at 12:00 AM!!!!!!!!!!!!

Happy New Year, dahlin's!!!! Hope your 2010 is filled with as much epicness as you've given me, times infinity!!!! HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!