Obsessed

I have previously mentioned my love for Glee, but I cannot express the intense obsession that I feel for this little show (not so little anymore...) I have been really busy this week (and every week of my life) and I have not had the opportunity, nay privilege, to watch the season finale. Honestly, I teared up a few times, but nothing too intense. I feel so much when it comes to music and I think they do a phenominal job with the songs and bringing emotion into it. I. LOVE. GLEE.

If I could do a do-over of my life, I always thought that I would love to have Stacy London's job and take the poor souls of the earth who are under dressed and makeup-less and give them a few lessons on how to be fabulous, but I think deep in my soul, I am a diva....Oh, did we just have a blogosphere confessional? Yep. Where are the real world camera's recording my sobs in a tiny room while someone outside the room is repeating swears loudly because I am over my time limit? Dunno. My sister Megan even told me that my career path should be to audition for American Idol. Not because of any talent that I might posses, but for the sheer natural born attitude for being a diva. Love her.

I don't think that I ever want to get married because then a lot of my car time will have an occupant beside me and when I get into the radio and man do I. GET. INTO. IT. I did choirs and whatnot since I was in fourth grade- I was born to be Rachel Barry, but unfortunately my parents are conservative Mormons instead of Gay men. Just not the same fostering for a narcissistic future star. Boo.

Here are my favorites: First of all, when I first saw Leah Michele, I almost thought it was Idina Menzel (love her, lover her husband more). Not her, but equally talented. Then the most amazing Kristin Chenoweth made her appearance as a sloppy drunk (I love a good drunk on TV and the movies-hits a soft spot in my heart). When she sings, my heart sings (who threw up with that one? I did). Then, finally(!) Idina shows up and SHE DIDN'T SING. Heartbroken. But finally, finally, finally she sings 'I Dreamed a Dream" with Leah Michele and I DIED (I hope you can feel the drama seeping out of this post-I mean it)! It was ridiculous. I did cry (shhh! don't tell) and then watched it over and over again (bless the DVR). I want to sing like that (and in my car I do). I also love Quinn. I love her style and her makeup- minus the pregnancy. I even took a picture of her to my makeup artist (yes I do have a makeup artist, but we were friends first, even if it was the makeup that brought us together) to get her look. Beautiful. I love Sue Sylvester. Her lines are hilarious and I secretly wish to live my life in track suits, but I am morally against sneakers being worn anywhere besides the gym, so sigh, no can do. I would also like to point out that Will is the cop from 'Dan in Real Life.' "Put it on my tab!" Last, but not least, Kurt. Dear, dear, Kurt. How can the world live without your fabulousness? When you say that your dad bought you your car if you promised to stop wearing knee-length tight form fitting sweaters, I giggled. I lol-ed. And no one judges you for having a Tiara collection. We all wished we had one.

So, bless Glee for bringing back my love of singing and being overly dramatic. I missed my Queen title.