it's true...
i, brittany, cynic of cynics, have fallen in love.

he's not very tall, or even very broad. wiry might be a word used to describe him. impish, even.
but his personality fills a room. a cavernous room.
and he's funny. he's got that dry wit, that deadpan comic timing that i could listen to all day and just laugh. all day. laughing. the whole time.
he's that cute kind of self-conscious, where he babbles about being nervous and cracks jokes about himself to make you feel comfortable.
and he writes. beautiful poetry.
and he sings. oh and he sings.
and he does good for the world.
and he knows when to give others the spotlight.

and he's a southern boy. ::salivates::

he possesses only one flaw: he didn't come out in time to autograph my monologue before we had to make a mad dash across dc to the metro before it closed.

his name is jason mraz. and i am in love.

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also:
raul whatshisface is a musical genius and makana should play the guitar with his arms and legs all the time and jason mraz has fabulous taste in opening and backup acts and dj bob's middle name is romeo.

random anecdotes from the mraz experience:

molly and i argued over whether makana was a guy or girl for a good 3/4 of his act... his voice is reminiscent of tracy chapman

raul is awesome for anyone, especially for a blind man... i've never seen anyone move that fast... certainly never seen one person manage the sound of an entire big band (including trumpet) with only himself and a guitar onstage

jason mraz can play the tambourine

mel thinks i'm funny

dj bob thinks i'm funny too

he asked what he was signing and i said a monologue from twelfth night.
then he said "where?" and i said shakespeare and he looked up all excited and said "my middle name is romeo!" and random blonde behind me squealed "my name is juliet!!!" and i looked around and said "uh. my middle name's nicole." and she got all wide-eyed and screeched "mine is too!!!!" and she started jumping up and down and arik, molly, mel and i just stood there and stared at her, dumbfounded.
but dj bob signed our things and all thanks to my initial sarcasm and blunt but effective demand that he sign them. yay me.

a cicada landed square on my shirt and i screamed to see its big scary red eyes staring up at me, despite the fact that i knew it was not going to hurt me.
big scary red eyes should be illeagal.

i keep forgetting i am going to be a terp. and i'll be going to school with arik. and i am going to be a terp. i'm actually getting excited.
but not about arik. he smells like bears.

mountain dew is disgusting

my purse is a black hole that likes to eat metro cards until the very last possible second, when it belches it forth and laughs at me as we race toward the metro/concert/metro

the metro shuts down at midnight

i could live in dc for awhile

i can fall asleep on a dime. it's because i don't sleep. and i need dimes.

molly loves to tell brittany-falling-asleep-under-random-circumstances stories

there are a lot of brittany-falling-asleep-under-random-circumstances stories

it's 3:11 and that's cool

the iguana story never gets old. neither does the puppy story story.

i have work in the morrow.

ink :: graphite