1. Christina is addicted to ABBA Mama Mia! music.
My grandmother is enamored with theatre. When I was young, she would drive us around in her flawlessly tidy sedan playing her showtunes, and my favorite was the Mamma Mia! musical soundtrack. I couldn't get enough of it. We'd get in the car, and it was "Please play Mamma Mia!" When we went to her house, we were, without fail, invited to select the background music for the evenings. My brothers always tried to pull something that they hadn't heard before. They only did this because they knew when it hit my turn, it would be Mamma Mia!, without exception. (If they were feeling particularly spiteful, they would put it in before me, so I had to pick something else. I got back at them, though-- when Christmas rolled around, I played Vince Guaraldi's A Charlie Brown Christmas, which I revelled in and they despised.) My grandmother even burned me a copy of her soundtrack once, but when I brought it home my parents confiscated it because of language (I was probably about seven at the time). I'm still addicted to it, though. Since I'm older, I can't get enough of it. My favorite is probably Thank You For The Music, but The Winner Takes It All is also a great one. Or just all of them. My only lament is that I can't run around singing them all of the time-- I feel that walking down the hallway of my co-op singing "Gimme gimme gimme a man after midnight/
Won't somebody help me chase the shadows away" or "Don't go sharing your devotion/Lay all your love on me" just wouldn't go over very well.
But that's just a hunch.
2. Christina wakes up with songs stuck in her head.
Every morning, without fail. The only thing that changes is the song. This morning it was I Do, I Do, I Do, I Do. I Do by ABBA, because I was listening to it yesterday. Saturday morning that it was Does Your Mother Know. But it's not always ABBA-- I've woke up with Saltwater Room, by that sneaky handsome man we all know and love, stuck in my head, or Foster by Terminal. It's weird, because sometimes it's music I haven't heard in ages, but it's there. It's not even like I dreamed about it-- my alarm wakes me up with music, but it's always something else. Waking up to Captiva by Falling Up has nothing to do with it; I'll have a FireFlight song stuck in my head.
I couldn't tell you why. It's rather bizarre-- and when I come downstairs singing whatever song had planted itself in my brain, my brothers give me weird looks. I don't know, guys. I just don't know.3. Christina has guys flirt with her almost every time she goes to Starbucks. And that's the only place, too.
Yeah, this is probably the weirdest on on the list. But seriously-- the day I turned 16, I was flirted with for the first time by this 20-something barista in Starbucks. When I told him how old I was, that shut him up pretty fast. But really, only Starbucks. What's up with that? Guys open doors for me, and offer to remake my coffee if I don't like it (like, at least three times), and try to strike up conversations... I don't get it. Maybe the smell of coffee makes me more attractive.
Uh, yeah. Anyway.4. Christina learned how to make a Cootie Catcher for the first time . . . yesterday.
That's right, those paper things that go up-down, left-right, pick a color, number and another number? Instant fortune! A seven-year-old taught me how to make one yesterday, but the fortunes I wrote down made no sense to her, and I thought they were purty darn clever.
Generation gap-- it's a killer, huh?
5. Christina has a mustache on her wall.
It's a mustache an acquaintance wore in the play I was in, and it's so fluffy I just had to have it. After he left I convinced his younger sister to give it to me, and now I have it taped to the doorframe of my closet, so it looks like my closet has facial hair.
I actually don't know if he knows I have it. If his cousin tells him, I could be in a potentially awkward situation. Or he could just think I'm a freak.Which, you now know, is true!
I could have written about writing but I didn't feel like it. Maybe I'll come up with some other weird things about me and entertain you some other time.
For now, I have homework to do.
Peace, love, and hippos,