WTF is wrong with me? I don't know, but I'm willing to bet I've got terrible masochistic tendancies. Case in point, I was looking up the origins of lox and bagels when I came accross this blog (What Jew Wanna Eat?) and found myself bombarded with pictures and recipes for beautiful challah breads and stuff that I can't eat because it's teeeeerrible for me. Yet, here I am, looking at these beautiful photos and thinking, "Oh man.. I would bake the hell out of you." Now, the problem with this is that it's very very difficult for me to have these kinds of things around, so I prefer to just avoid them. In real life, anyway. On the internet, I can look at recipes and food blogs! It's like porn! Seriously! Just like porn! But in real life, I'm drinking so much green tea that my pee is starting to smell like a PF Changs. I'm eating all these vegetables and salads and thinking, "Yeah, you eat that salad."
Man, I've got to be the most boring person ever.
Oh meat, how I love you!
In non-food related news, I'm going back into the studio today to do some last minute tweaks to a super secret track I'm gonna be on. You will find out why, later! It's gonna be awesome, don't worry. This Thursday we'll be practicing like normal, then on Friday it's fuckin' Texas De Brazil for my birthday dinner with Willy!! Well, that's food related, but I don't care. Every year, they send me a "Free Meal!! (With purchase of 1 regular meal.)" coupon, which is actually pretty great because eating there is $49.99. So basically, we both get all-you-can-eat AMAZING OMG MEAT (and salad bar) for $25 each, if we just drink water and no dessert. We usually tend to splurge and buy a bottle of wine, but I think I'm gonna keep it cheap this time so we can splurge on MY BIRTHDAY PARTY THE NEXT DAY instead. This year is the first year I have my birthday party at a bar. Usually, we throw parties at our place, but it's annoying that our space is too small to accommodate all of my friends and we always have to watch our loudness because of our neighbors (DRAMATIC EYEROLL) so this year I'm taking over The Alchemy Room at Empire. I'm already working on my outfit, so prepare for lots of fun party pictures!
And now, it's back to my green tea. Here's hoping it will keep my Diet Coke addiction at bay.
I've been on a quest to lose ten pounds for the past few weeks, and I've recently realized that I've been sabotaging my efforts with one of my best friends.. nuts. Yes, nuts. I f'ing love nuts. The problem is that too many nuts means too many carbs, and that just ain't gonna cut it. I'll have to wait until my weight loss has started revving up before reintroducing my crunchy little babies back to my diet. So, not only have I given up vodka, but now I'm gonna have to give up one of the few snacks I might have found at a gas station. Sucks to be me! We'll see how this effects me. I haven't lost a pound since I started eating clean/working out, but I'm hoping this is because I've been building some muscle. All those squats have got to do something!! It just wouldn't be fair if all they did was make me sore the next day. Kettle bell training really is a bitch, lemme tell ya. I've also decided to give up adding anything to my coffee, be it half and half, milk, or artificial sweeteners. From now on, it's coffee: black. Yes, even the disgusting coffee I usually drink. All black. TAKE THAT, STOMACH. To be perfectly honest, I've always had this pressure to lose weight, but it's recently taken a front seat in my priorities. I know this is going to sound strange, but I feel guilty over the fact that I'm not thin. I feel like my shape is a detriment to the band. Imagine, we're just one of fifty million other female fronted metal bands, so which do you think a giant label will care about more? Me, or a band with a lead singer who looks like Cristina Scabbia of Lacuna Coil? Or Marta of Bleeding Through? Take a look at this picture and you'll notice a trend. Thin sells. Short and chubby does not, so I either have to get my act together or wind up as one of the forgotten metal singers who never made it anywhere. And the worst part is, I'd take my fantastically talented band-mates with me. I just can't let that happen. I not only have to be the best singer I can possibly be, I've also got to be the best looking I can possibly be. So that means goodbye to vodka and nuts.. eat least for a while. We'll see if it does anything, but I have hope! And, you know, FEAR OF FAILURE... In other (more awesome) news, it looks like we might not have just one... but two great artists gracing Metal Quest! Barry Kitson, known for his work in both DC and Marvel Comics, may be in attendance at Metal Quest! I say "may" because while he'll be in Baltimore during Baltimore ComicCon, he's booked until the early evening. So hopefully we'll be seeing him, but if not, please look at this awesome drawing of Ben Grimm throwing up the metal hords that Barry drewq for Josh (lead guitarist over at A Sound of Thunder). I had this baby comissioned for Josh for Christmas, last year. Yes, I know. I really am the best gift giver... but I will be putting up updates on the Facebook event as soon as I have them. Right now, I'm really excited about how many people RSVPd to the show! Yes, I realize half of them are band members, and half of whats left probably will not come... but one can hope, can't one?? If we can sell this show, we might really be able to give the Hero Initiative some money while showcasing some great nerd metal! Nothing like nerds helping nerds, huh? I could see an entire series of show with that kind of premise.. but I digress! Metal Quest is gonna have music, artists, vendors, and silent auctions, oh my! Here's hoping all this work pays off in the end.
Tonight, I'll be going into the studio to record some demo vocals for a song we slapped on the schedule at the last minute. Josh has this huge boner for Hawkwind (not unlike my giant lady boner for Hammerfall), and wrote a song about/inspired by them (not unlike the song I wrote about/for Hammerfall...), so now we're doing it. I actually like it, now. At first I was a bit apprehensive about singing in that style, but it all changed with two little words: theramin solo. As in, I get to play the theramin. Yes. You heard me. The gaddamn theramin. Until next time!
