Wicked? Why yes, yes I am.

I love to read.

Love might be an understatement. I escape through reading. I live another life through books. If someone told me that I had to choose one activity to do for the rest of my life, it would be reading.

It is funny because I have never really dated another avid reader. Not like I am. It is one thing that I really do not share with anyone I am close to. I have friends who do not read at all, friends who read a book or two a year, and friends who read a book or two a month. I, typically, read a book or two a week. This depends, obviously, on how busy I am. If I had my way, I would read a book a day. And I totally did not mean to rhyme. Lame.

I am also a very fast reader, something I don't run into often. I think that the only person I have ever met that rivals my reading speed is my cousin Matthew and my dad. In fact, we often had competitions to see who could finish the newest Harry Potter the fastest. I won every time, but in their defense, I even took the book to the bathroom when I peed. And I made all food in advance. Stop judging me....

I may need some kind of book therapy.

Anyway, the point of this post was to declare to the world that I stand corrected. I do not like musicals. I don't really particularly like visual arts of any kind. I watch American Idol and So You Think You Can Dance. I enjoy them and am slowly starting to understand dance. I would say I am slowly starting to understand music, but, really, I am slowly starting to understand that I am tone deaf. I saw Rent and loved it. I have seen many other musicals live as a kid and did not care for them.

Today I finished Wicked. I bought it on a whim. I did not really expect to enjoy it, but I had time on my hands and wanted to see what all the hype was about.

I am so team Wicked Witch of the West. If you have not read this and do not know what it is about - it is the story (from Wizard of Oz) about the Wicked Witch of the West. IT IS FUCKING AWESOME. It is not some childish tale where people sit there and dote over Dorothy and want nothing but a brain. It is sex and betrayal and racism and wonderful, wonderful awesomeness. It has depth and political betrayal and I cannot even begin to describe how much I loved this book. Well, I suppose I can...I downloaded every single thing Gregory Maguire has written and plan to read them all.

And if Wicked ever comes to town again, I will be the first in line to go. Who is with me? (Someone should be with me, because otherwise I am going to make the boy go and he will hate it and my flask only holds so much liquor to get him through it.)

On another note - I am still sick. I still can't hear anything because I have had a TWO WEEK LONG EAR INFECTION. Nothing is helping. But...guess what?

I START CULINARY SCHOOL IN 9 DAYS!!! Words cannot describe how excited I am.

Edit: I do not consider those shows visual arts...I am more expressing my total lack of ignorance towards them. Again, more of a book girl...

Edit Again: Um. I meant ignorance or lack of knowledge...not so much lack of ignorance. Yikes! Let's blame the illness...it only took me, like, forever to catch this. Ugh.