I want to marry Baz Luhrmann and have his babies...

So, re-watching scenes from Moulin Rouge today in my Hollywood Musicals class, and I stand amazed at Baz Luhrmann. I want to stand next to him, hold his hand and take in his Aussie goodness. How amazing would it be to be his muse? What an honor. My hats off to his wife, Catherine Martin (CM) for being that girl. Siiigh...

Other people whose babies I would like to have (had) [in no particular order]:

*Gene Kelly
*Alan Cumming
*Ellen Degeneres (alas, nature would not allow it!)
*Wade Robson

I can't think of any more, but imagine those talented little babies! My heart goes a-flutter just thinking about it.

In a completely unrelated note, my time here in England is down to 1 week and 2 days. While I am officially ready to get out of this god-forsaken place and immerse myself in dancing, smog and Broadway a la NYC, I've realized that I'm going to miss some of the colorful characters I've met along the way.

For example, there's Finn from Finland. Apparently his name is actually Jonas, but he goes by Finn because he's just that cool. Where else would I meet a Finnish fella who is loud and proud? I can't think of anywhere.

Then there Dan "Smiffee" Smith. He has this uncanny ability to simultaneously adhere to and defy stereotypes. He has the build and manner of a London cabbie, he plays rugby and says "mate" a lot, but at the same time he's kind of prissy and is a smart, smart fella. I'm gonna miss Smiffee for sure.

And I'll miss Laura "Spencey" Spence. I don't think I've ever had a friend so completely opposite me, but we get along. We say "good for you" or "different strokes" when we can't meet a mutual opinion, and we move on. I knew it would be quality with Laura when we had a "serious" conversation the first time we ever talked. I never do that, which makes me hate meeting people because chit-chat is crip-crap. And Spencey and I keep each other sane. Two strokes, girlfriend!

So, there are plenty of other people I'm leaving out, but there's a taste of my life in Norwich for those of you who haven't gotten much good information from me. I'd imagine that's all of you because I'm no good at talking about myself -- it's all in the written word, baby.

And that is all for now. In summary, I'd provide an egg for Bazmark Productions any day o' the week (provided I could go in the Red Room), and I'm gonna miss England, shockingly. The best of all worlds would be if we could take the people we meet in one place and transplant them into our day-to-day lives forever, bringing them up as we wished. But I'm sure that'd be mad chaos, so I'll just let it transpire as it will. Siiiiigh...