MUSINGS…WHICH IS REALLY RANDOMNESS…WHICH IS JUST STUFF ON MY MIND.

So I’m trying to blog as much as possible just in case I’m busy this summer. Heck I’m busy now. I’m working and that is a very good thing. I’m also having many meetings and tons of auditions. It always gets busy before Big Brother. Most actors worry over pilot season. I do too but I know that for me I’m going to stay busy through the summer. It’s like Big Brother season pops back up and bam! People are like “Where’s Marcellas?” Kinda like Where’s Waldo without the stripe sweater. Though I liked that sweater. It was kinda chic.

In keeping with the theme of past musings posts, here goes:

Right now I’m listening to the new Nelly Furtado single, Promiscuous. Nelly is getting flak from some fans for selling out. For experimenting with Hip-Hop. Yeah, right. So all those fans that didn’t buy Folklore but loved Turn Out The Light are pissed. That’s about as stupid as the Internet fans that hate me because I didn’t eviscerate Maggie and Ivette not 12 hours after they’d walked off the Big Brother 6 set. Nelly can do what she wants. She doesn’t belong to anyone. All she can do is entertain and try to do the best job she can. That’s all she owes anyone.

And where does the need to censor an artists’ creative spirit come from? Do I sound bitter? I’m just readying myself for the onslaught of summer and having every word, gesture, look, and nuance dissected and then distorted and in some cases lied about. Oh well as long as someone is watching.

Whatever.

So Promiscuous sounds like My Humps by the Black Eyed Peas (another group who was accused of selling out) which sounds like Don’t Cha and Beep by PCD. And you know how I feel about the Pussycat Dolls. And they all sound kinda like Check On It by Beyonce. Can we get a bit of originality please? But I can’t talk. All of the aforementioned songs are on my iPod. And I love them all. Don’t tell nobody.

What I don’t like is the new Kelis single Bossy. It’s too…I don’t know. I’ve loved Kelis for ages. Her album, Kaleidoscope, is one of my faves. I loved her before her Milkshake brought all the boys to the yard. I hated that song BTW. Actually I didn’t but one night I was in a gay bar (go figure, there’s a shock) and they played it for the 3 millionth time and all the boys went crazy. It was really unattractive. So much lip-syncing and arm flailing and out loud singing! Who sings? I mean these kids were worked up into a frenzy. As though the song were about, written expressly for them! It was insane. And I was creeped out. 1000 guys screaming and dancing to a song that they’ve heard a billion times and probably had on repeat as they got dressed that night. And then to add insult to injury the disc jockey played Don’t Cha right after. The crowd went nuts! I bout fainted.

This was the same night that my girl, Valerie clowned me! So we are at the 3rd bar of the evening and probably into the 6th drink of the night and I notice my crush. Not a crush, the crush! There is a boy that works in a store at my 2nd fave mall that I am in love with. HE doesn’t work @ a store I particularly like or respect, for that matter, but every time I’m @ that mall I stop in that store. Or by the window. Just to see HIM. And HE always catches me looking dumbfounded by HIS beauty and HE’s so sweet that HE just smiles and waves and then probably goes to the stock room to alert security that one of HIS many stalkers is in the mall…Again. I loves me some HIM. And I’ve got the receipts from purchases that I will never wear to prove it. Anyway just as the Milkshake/Don’t Cha frenzy is peaking in HE strolls like a beautiful paragon of cool. Here’s me to Val: “Oh my God V! The guy is here!” Val: “Who?” Me: “The guy I love from the Bev Center! HE’s walking this way!” (I squeal like a 12 year old girl @ her 1st school dance.) “HE’s looking this way!” And what does my girl V, my partner in crime do as HE walks over to uncomfortably say hi? Drunkenly points her exquisitely manicured finger in HIS face and says, “Him? This is the guy you love?” Uncomfortable silences all around. The only thing that would have made the moment worse? If the music had stopped. Luckily it didn’t. Thanks Val.

In an effort to reach some sort of mental clarity I am swearing off men. More specifically sex. Boys are icky anyway. Here are some other things I’m swearing off:

HFCS or high-fructose corn syrup
Porn
21 year old strippers who are really escorts
White bread
The New York Post
Cupcakes
Texting (yeah that will happen)
21 year olds in general
Shopping (fat ass chance)
Souplantation
Krispy Kreme doughnuts and Ikea on the same day
Cabo Cantina
Drinking
Defamer/Gawker

Madonna is the new face of H & M one of my fave stores. Depending upon who shoots the campaign it could be very cool. Oh and Forever 21 now carries menswear. Hot! And cheap. and you can shop on-line. You can’t do that @ H & M. Or Club Monaco.

Right now instead of going to the gym I’m listening to my gym play list. I’m hoping through some sort of muscle memory it will promote the burning of unwanted fat! Songs on my gym play list (just a random sampling):
2 Hearts, Sugababes
Hypnotic Tango, My Mine
You’re Beautiful (Almighty Rad Remix), James Blunt
Does He Really Love Me, Keyshia Cole
Rumors, Lindsay Lohan (my absolute anthem)
Precious Box, George Michael
Isaac, Madonna
My Lovin’ Goes, Christina Milian
Diamonds From Sierra Leone (Remix), Kanye West
What You Know, T.I. (my fine ass fantasy husband who is the newest “Boy I Like”)

Um mm… Okay. Thanks Joia. That is from Kabalarians.com. Did you know for a moment I considered studying Kabbalah? Yeah, yeah, yeah. I was gonna play the game. But the red string clashed with my outfits. And that water is expensive. I even considered Scientologly. Talk about expensive. I ain’t Kirstie Alley! Who can afford that? Anyway go find out what your name means. It’s kinda cool. And no their meaning doesn’t apply to me so all the haters, stop your haterration and stop shaking your heads up and down and going, “Exactly. He’s just what his name means!” I’m not. I’m so much more than that. And besides I’d be the same if my name were Jon or Tim, just not as glam. The name Marcellas is like an announcement. Of more to come.