I'm all alone...

in the office today. So, don't worry it's not as hopeless as it sounds. It' very odd. Oh wait, it's finals week, I forgot. And no, I wasn't trying to set you up, I just figure things out when I start blogging... why no one's here? should I wear white pants in winter? what is my purpose in life? I think I need to blog a lot longer before the answer to that last one epiphanizes. New word - hurray!

Well, now that I have your attention with my introductory random stream of consciousness. I'd like to announce that we may have some new blogging eyes visiting the "Naomi - I know you know me" site. Apparently, my mother has given my blogsite address to many of my elementary and high school teachers. My mother of course did this after I said "Don't handout the blogsite address all around! I don't want to have to censor it!" Being my mother, she chose to do the opposite of my request. I always forget that she likes to do opposite. But, after thinking about it, I decided that that would be okay, since my blog readers already include my parents and I don't think there is anything on here that shouldn't be read by my teachers, especially since my mom tells everyone everything anyway, so I'm sure my whole home community is kept well-informed of my life (probably more than they like). I thought I would just give fair warning to those who like to blog in the comment section of my blog.

So, anyway, welcome to my wonderful teachers, if in fact you do decide to visit my blog.

Anyway, funniest story of the week happened last Friday when Brian and I decided to stop at the Ogden for a little karaoke. I've been on this kick where I only want to sing songs I've never sang before, which of course has resulted in some hits and some terrible mistakes. So, on Friday, I noticed that Scooter (the karaoke DJ) had added some new songs to his karaoke book (many of which were from Musicals). You can imagine my excitement. I, of course, feverishly scribbled down "All That Jazz" from Chicago on a piece of paper and had Brian run it up to Scooter.

I sat there thinking how great this song was going to be. I was going to ham it up. These barflies were going experience Broadway at the Ogden St. South! They would never be the same. At long last, Scooter called my stage name: Naomi W. Marshall, and I walked to the front in anticipation.

I'm not sure when exactly I realized that I had made a horrible error, but it must have been sometime in the 5 minute overture when everyone starred at me, wondering what the hell I was doing while I just stood there in panic. I realize now, that anytime you see the word "overture" on a karaoke screen, you should just bolt for the nearest exit. The song went very slowly and of course had a long interlude. I think that it must have been strangely entertaining for some, because while I stood there praying for everyone to ignore me and to just return to their conversations and drinks, everyone just seemed to stare at me dumbfounded. I believe at one point, I stopped singing and apologized to everyone in the bar for doing this.

At long last, at another pause in the song, I turned to Scooter and asked him to just put me out of my misery, which he did. With my Broadway dream in a shambles, I walked back to my table with everyone still looking confused. Brian then got up and sang "One Night in Bangkok," and was a hit and luckily took everyone's mind off my terrible flop.

I'm not sure why I always want to sing Musicals at karaoke, but I can't help myself. You'd think you could sing "Life is a Cabaret" in a bar, but you just can't and have it work. So, at the end of the night after longingly looking over the song list from Rent in the book, I resolved to stick to Mariah Carey - now, those are hits!