o. m. g.

last night my indian roommate told me that my voice sounds like this:

and i'm like, "THANK YOU!"

she said i'd left a song (the above song) on in my room when i'd gone downstairs and she thought it was me until she looked in my room and didn't see anyone except a lone computer belting out this little number.  "you're voices just sound the same!" she explained.

she has front row tickets to my daily performances, as her room is right next to the bathroom.  i have often wondered whether she dreaded my shower time.  who knew all along she thought i sounded like rihanna?  i'm not sure whether or not she thinks that's a good thing...but i think it's awesome, for like a billion reasons including that:

1) rihanna's not white, which has always been a goal of mine.
2) she's got a phenomenal voice, and
3) fabulous clothes, not to mention her

4) hair, face, and bod.
5) she can BUST A MOVE.

6) she has a hot boyfriend, and

7) an awesome accent, and
8) a holiday dedicated to her.  (it's on february 22, so, let's go to barbados and celebrate!)

however, in compiling this list of pros for being rihanna-esque, i realized that many of her pros are also serious cons because:

1) sometimes her clothes are atrocious.

2) as are her hair and accessories (though her face and bod are always on point. ok, well maybe not her face).

3) her boyfriend punches her in the face, and
4) he currently looks like this, complete with the worst tattoo ever tattooed:

5) she probably cries herself to sleep at night remembering that chris brown used to be like this:

and this:

and from the fresh wounds he has inflicted upon her.

so, all in all, i don't wish that i was rihanna, since she's mostly crazy (with a frosting layer of cool).  but i do not mind being told that i sound like her.  and i want it on the record that chris brown will always be an OC band geek in my mind.

in other news, the road to lake powell fell apart.  WHAT. THE. HECK.