I did karaoke for the first time tonight, and it was awesome. I sang Always, which is a horribly painful and cheesy song, but I've wanted to sing it to an audience since I was 14 and too much of a chicken to do it in music class.

It was the first time that I've sung with a mike, or, you know, that I've sung to an audience in general. Singing with a mike is strange; you can't really hear yourself. I always went, BUT AM I HITTING THE NOTES?, but people were singing along and getting out their lighters and were generally rather merry, so I'm guessing it probably wasn't too bad. I mean, everyone in that pub was pretty drunk by the time I went on stage (myself included, although I wasn't that drunk, just drunk enough not to shit my pants), so I don't know how reliable their musical judgment was, but when I went to get a drink afterwards, the (hot!) bar guy - the one that wasn't serving me - came up to me and told me that I had been awesome. So I guess my first karaoke experience should be filed under success. (Even though I started the second verse in the wrong pitch and had to switch down an octave when I wasn't reaching the higher notes anymore, lol. I'm not sure if anyone even noticed, though.)

The evening was fun in general. When we made our way back to the residences, I got a random Doctor Who reference thrown at me (SOMEONE ACTUALLY MENTIONED THE MEDUSA CASCADE), and I whooped loudly in a dark street in the middle of the night. I don't usually whoop at all, you see. Much less in a dark street in the middle of the night. Oh, show. What do you (and alcohol) do to me?

I've spent the rest of the night scribbling notes for my JCS fantasy production. (People who have been on the f-list for a while will know what I'm talking about; all others - this is an obsession with me. It flares up now and again. Maybe I'll go somewhere with it some day, maybe I won't. If you're interested, this is where it all started.) I might actually be writing this script. I have all details worked out in my head up to but not including the Gethsemane scene. And it's changed into some wacky artsy thing, with symbolic corridors and meaningful TV screens. Idk. Don't ask. Lol.

Do you know anyone who doesn't have any creative drive at all? I've been thinking about this. Because even though I'm neither a brilliant artist nor a brilliant writer nor a brilliant singer/musical talent, I always have the drive to be creative. I used to get these pictures in my head as a kid that I wanted to draw, and got frustrated because I just couldn't get those fucking watercolors to make it look right. And I still get pictures in my head, only that I'm now not trying to paint them in watercolors. Not usually, anyway. I write, I vid, I draw - whatever. I sing or role play. I do something creative to get those pictures out of my head. I couldn't imagine not having this, and I'm wondering, are there people who don't have it? Maybe there are people who have it less, but anyone would surely have this at least a little bit, right?

O HAI STILL-A-LITTLE-DRUNK TL;DR POAST. Will go to bed now. How is everyone?

I haven't watched Einstein and Eddington yet. I didn't want to watch it drunk, and now it's too late again. Blah.

I want to make sweet sweet love to Arthur Eddington.

And by sweet sweet love I of course mean having a long geeky discussion with him on science, the theory of relativity, religion and everything in between. Ajshgfs that movie was such a fangasm for me, on so many different levels.

( Spoilerish. But not very. )

Oh, I adored this movie so much. I think it was made for me specifically. *nods*