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About Me? Well, I have decided to throw my myself into the vulnerable atmosphere of online blogging. Why? Because as a born-n-raised southern girl, I’ve moved to the foreign country of Miami, FL with no friends, no espanol, and only a job to concern myself, I figured it might be fun to share my experiences. I’ve always wanted to prove I can do things on my own and here’s my chance. I like idea of blogging for a couple reasons. I want to share, and boast a tiny bit, but for the most part, I need the outlet since Im living alone, far away from the comfort of my Atlanta neighborhood. SO pardon the not-so-eliquently written wave of good & bad updates, Miami-themed what-have-yous, and a few expected pictures - all that will essentially tell the story of how I am learning to live on my own. A merry heart doeth good like a medicine: but a broken spirit drieth the bones Proverbs 17:22

Wednesday 17 March 2010

Crazy Love

FAB - U - LOUS!!!!

Sunday night was my Christmas present from Mom to all the girls in the family, including herself. Only Dad was left out, who I think felt a little jealous. Since opening the origami fortune teller which had a picture of Michael and the date March 14th written on it, I have been memorizing his newest songs and falling more in love with swanky forties music and jazzy oldies.

Sunday night rolls around and I can feel the teenie-bopper inside me starting to "buble"-over.

This may embarrass me:
Michael came on stage accompanied with fire crackers and started the show off with a familiar tune. He was so great!!!! The whole time... GREAT!! I wish I could find a better way to show a more educated vocabulary but my excitement is disillusioning. Honestly, he was absolutely amazing! The combination of the tux, vintage dance swagger, MJ improv, heart felt melodies, sincerity in his lyrics, slight scruff on his neck, and a way of performing like he was singing to ME ONLY, was enough to drive any girl crazy. Literally, women of all ages were jumping, waving their arms, and shrieking like the people you see in the movies when Elvis thrusts his hips around. Oh baby! My personal experience is exceptional, though. I got luckier than every other person there because he was looking RIGHT AT ME when his eyes came anywhere close to my section of...what, 400 people? haha - snap out of it, Carole!

He left me feeling like He Just Hasn't Met Me Yet and that I could give him Crazy Love!! haha, was that appropriate? what the heck? I just want to see him again and again.

Honorable mention: opening act was surprisingly entertaining with their acapella show. Look 'em up: Naturally7

Side thought: How much does it cost to hire Michael Buble?