BLOGGING BLOCK AHH!
It just won't go away! GRRRR. So please enjoy this article I wrote for the school newspaper about my Ingrid Michaelson experience, while I go cry in the corner for my lack of creativity. *sniff*
It was mid September (probably on a Tuesday. Don’t all things momentous happen on Tuesdays?). I was lying around, clogging my arteries with pounds upon pounds of veggie chips and ranch dressing when I was hit by a sudden inspiration. I leapt into the air, sending the tasteless green chips (which are likened unto packing peanuts, unless ruthlessly drowned in Hidden Valley Ranch Dressing) in every direction, and bolted for the computer. I quickly googled Ingrid Michaelson’s official website, and clicked the “tour” button with the energy of a 2 year old hyped up on mommy’s secret stock of Ferro Rochers (tee hee). I quickly scanned all the locations Ingrid was going to be gracing with her presence this year. My finger froze on the cursor. I stared at the screen, beyond feeling. I couldn’t believe it. It was too perfect. Ingrid Michaelson, goddess of music, was coming to Salt Lake City on October 17. I felt giddy with euphoria. I was on the brink of insanity when I looked at the price of the tickets. They were only $15!!!!!!!!! AHHHHH!!!! This was on a level of perfection that no one, not even the makers of Barbie or the Victoria’s Secret catalog, could have even dreamed of dreaming of.
I raced to my mother, expecting her to join in on the rejoicing. “Mommy mommy guess what? Ingrid Michaelson is coming to Salt Lake next month and the tickets are cheap to the extreme can we go please please please oh mommy dearest?” I wasn’t even halfway through with my disgraceful begging when I knew it was of no use. Nonetheless, I stood there, staring at my mother in disbelief as her head slowly swung from side to side, shutting the one door that allowed a small flash of light into my poor, pitiful, dull, dark blip of an existence. This was Ingrid Michaelson we were talking about!! How could she pass an opportunity like this up?!?! Things like this only happen when wands and a magical force that makes ticket prices go unnaturally down are involved! I went into surly teenager mode, and demanded to know why she was murdering all the happiness left in the world. She gave her reasons, but I was feeling rebellious and didn’t listen.
I stormed off, in such a foul mood, I was considering kicking puppies and burning down an orphanage or two. If I couldn’t be happy, nobody else could.
Later that night, my mom found me sulking, apologized for the trauma she was causing me, and promised me a CD. This lifted my spirits a bit. She bought me the CD on the day of the concert, so I could listen to it while the actual shindig was going on. Nice, I thought. Sad, but nice.
“Be Ok” is a miracle. My limited ninth grade vocabulary prevents me from saying anything that can even begin to do it justice. Since receiving it, I have probably listened to it about three-hundred-and-five times. I wonder when the government will legalize marriage to inanimate objects…
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