WHY CAN'T I BE ON BROADWAY?? WHY CAN'T I JUST BE ON BROADWAY? WHO THE HELL FREAKING SAYS THAT I CAN'T BE ON BROADWAY (besides me of course). I just want this. Why can't I have it? Why can't it be mine? Why is it so so far away from me and where I am right now? Why can't it be my dream? And why can't it come true? I don't care if I have NO TALENT. I still want to be on broadway more than life. Why can't this just happen already?

Me lying on my stomach on Phoebe's lap. Somehow, her hand got caught under my breast.

Phoebe: B or C?

Me: B

Phoebe: ... but you can fit into a C right?

Me: Kind of... It's a weird fit...

Phoebe (pensive) : I can feel that.

As a continuation of my last post.... My dad just came home. We had a pretty great conversation.

Dad: I'm going to walk later. You are welcome to come if you want to. If you don't want to ... you will be a skunk, but you're still welcome.

Me: A skunk? This is a new development...

Dad: I know! An exciting new development (walks off smiling, thinking of this new development, and laughs aloud 1 minute later).

Note: This will be a mega post..

Wow. There is so much going through my head right now (a good part of which I will leave out of this post for my own sanity). So ... it's a new year. A new year. All new. Except not really. But I like the idea of a new year, so I'm just going to go along with it. And (like I say every year..) this will be my year. But I actually feel that way right now. I have time ahead of me. I get to do all the days of the year over again. The last time I had January first was a whole year ago. It's a nice day. I miss it. Last night we had two families over for dinner and we all stayed up really late and it was a lot of fun. 

Yesterday, I went walking with my dad, as I do a lot. The difference is that yesterday, I had so so many amazing moments with him. If you know my dad, you know he can be a pretty funny bloke. I honestly think he is my favorite person in the world. Yesterday.. I don't know.. felt really nice. Some of the quotes included:

Me: So.. what do you want to talk about?

Dad: I don't have anything to talk about. Ask me questions and I'll answer.

Me: What's your favorite animal? (a question I have asked multiple times and know the answer to)

Dad: How many times are you going to ask me this?! A cow, an orangutan, and a donkey. See, people like horses, but I like donkeys better.

Me: Yeah. You always go for the under dog

Dad:... the under donkey.. (ha.ha.ha.)

Me: Yeah.. either the underdogs or the villain

Dad: That's right. The villains are always misunderstood.

Another lovely moment occurred while watching TV:

TV: (something something something) hook, line, and sinker.

Dad: Isn't it hook, line, and snooker?

Me: Dad... there isn't such a thing as a snooker... and no.. its sinker. I'm sure the guy on the TV knows what he's talking about...

-- Dad proceeds to look up hook, line, and snooker on the internet, finding no results. He then looks up snooker, finding that it is something to do with a type of game similar to pool---

Dad: See. There is such thing as a snooker. I rest my case.

The last of these fabulous encounters that I'm going to share happened at Ralph's. We were picking up some bread for dinner at 6:30 because my mom thought that one loaf would be enough for 12 people... which obviously isn't true. Our guests were to come at 7:00 (even though they came at 7:30 and 8:00... leaving me to die of starvation...) so we were in a bit of a rush. In the car, we saw a couple who was pulling out of their parking spot after making out for a really long time... My dad said..:

Dad: Lucky they can drive.. as they say in harry potter, they have been.. wait. What's the word they use in harry potter when Percy makes out with that girl? (and yes, my dad has read harry potter up through the 5th book)

Me: .. Snogging. It's what they use in England.

Dad: Snogging. Thats right. And here it's smooching... right? See. Your dad knows the lingo here.

As if that wasn't enough of a treat, there was much more to come.

While picking up bread, we found that they were out of the bread that we like. I proceeded to pick up a sliced loaf of olive bread (I love olive bread) and give it to him. He refused my loaf. When I asked him why, he said it was sliced. I then stared at him for a good 5 minutes until he defended himself saying "it was a matter of principle". No sliced bread for us.. After we left the store, (with an unsliced loaf of olive bread in hand), I cracked a joke..:

Me: Look at the two of us. We're the bread winners of the house!

Dad: Eh... not exactly winners....

Me: Nooo! It was a joke. Get it.. Bread - winners?

Dad: No. I don't get it. I'm awfully dull and can't understand my 16 year old daughter's jokes...

I love my dad for obvious reasons. 

Some quick things before I go.. SHIT. I MISSED 11:11 ON 1/1/11! Thats ok... I'll get it tonight. Ok. Some things before I go:

- I'm getting my permit on monday!

- I have to watch some movies for school and so some work.... I really need to get on that seeing as we go back in 2 days....

- History Boys..... what up.....

- Pretty little liars starts back up on monday... what? it's not like I watch it or anything... jeez...

- I have become addicted to House MD. and Misfits.

- I. LOVE. SEXY. SIMON.

 And happy new year to all of you. I hope it's full of happiness, good health, success, and prosperity.