Dramatic Things I’ve Said

I have a tendency to be a bit dramatic.  I often exaggerate and have frequent physical reactions to things many think are inconsequential.  But in the words of Cameron Tucker: “I can’t turn it off, it’s who I am!”  My friend had me start keeping note of the dramatic things I say in everyday life.  It turns out that it happens a lot.

Here are some actual things that I’ve said in real life:

“When I lose a sneeze I feel like an Indian who just had his picture taken; like I lost a piece of my soul.”

“I’m so hungry I think I’ll die in the night”

“When I accidentally sing a song I don’t like it makes me want to hurl my body off the highest peak of a mountain.”

“Country music eats away at my soul.”

“When I saw the Taylor Swift goat video it changed my life for the better.”

“This is how my body reacts when my dreams come true.” (after flailing around Wal-Mart because of nail polish)

“I can climb the track like a ladder and walk faster than this ride.” (on The Cyclone, top speed 55 mph)

“If Ellen gave me tickets to meet One Direction I would become a heap on the floor and have to mop up my own tears with my body.”

“A piece of me dies every day I don’t go to The Wizarding World of Harry Potter.”

“I would rather chew off my own foot and eat it than buy a book with the movie poster as the cover.”

“If Miley Cyrus wins best female music video I will drown myself in the tears of Billy Ray Cyrus.”

“This breeze is Jesus telling us He cares.”

“It was like I found a piece of my heart that I didn’t know was missing.” (on seeing live boyband dancing)

“Well, I saw the Backstreet Boys last weekend so we’re gonna have to accept that rest of the weekends in my life will be living in that shadow.”

MixFest

Am I original? Am I the only one? Am I sexual? Am I everything you need?

These are life’s burning questions, all were answered last Saturday and all answers are “yeaahh.”

Last Saturday my friends and I went to MixFest, which is a FREE concert held by Mix 104.1!  They’ve had some pretty great acts in the past (Sara Bareilles, Maroon 5, Lifehouse, Train…) and this year Gavin DeGraw, THE BACKSTREET BOYS and Of Monsters and Men performed.  I’m not even going to pretend that I’m going to talk about Gavin DeGraw or Of Monsters and Men.  They were both great and have good music and all that jazz but there are few things in life I love more than synchronized boy band dancing.

We got to the Hatch Shell right when the gates opened because NOTHING WAS GOING TO KEEP ME AWAY FROM NICK CARTER.  So we sat on our blankets, played Heads Up and Harry Potter Uno, and ate free samples for the three hours leading up to the opening act.   It was a great time before anyone even played music.  The first act was a Mix104.1 15 Seconds of Fame contest winner who sounded exactly like Jason Mraz.  After he did his bit, Gavin came out and was wicked sassy and adorable. But really the whole time I was inwardly (and often outwardly) having a panic attack because I knew what was coming next.

The time between Gavin and The Backstreet Boys felt like an eternity.  I was feeling anxious, excited, nostalgic, nervous…it’s not easy being a fangirl.  But then I heard “BACKSTREET’S BACK ALRIGHT” and felt nothing but pure, unadulterated bliss.  Brian, AJ, Howie, Kevin and NICK all came out on stage and I was looking at The Backstreet Boys in real life.

The Backstreet Boys

They asked life’s burning questions and I answered them all; they are in fact original, the only one, sexual and everything I need.  Then they started dancing in the way that only boy bands do and I was calm, cool and collected.  Unfortunately, they only sang five songs and two of them were from their new album (so no one knew them) but it was still no less amazing than I had dreamed.  They closed with I Want It That Way and Nick Carter ended with the most epic hip thrust of all hip thrusts.  A hip thrust that rivals even Louis Tomlinson’s. A hip thrust that put all other hip thrusts to shame.  Then I died and missed the rest of MixFest.

stay gold & love The Backstreet Boys,
Briana