Breaking Out into Song

So last year I was invited to this cool conference in San Francisco. YAY for winning cool trips... especially when they happen on my bday.... So attendees had to stand up, introduce themselves and tell some random fact that no one would ever guess about them. Mine? That I randomly break out into song and dance. 

Now for those of you who follow my blog or know me in person, I'm sure you're not surprised. BUT from other people there, I got a lot of funny looks. Totally randomly my sister Amy also won a trip to the same conference and she was like... "Um, NO, for real, she does." Of course I had to then perform the banana chant... in front of a bunch of people... and on camera. BTW, if no one has ever seen a room full of adults perform the banana chant, it's a sight to see.


ANYWHO, so I have decided I want an iTouch. Not because I can listen to music or surf the Internet in random places sans laptop or even because I'm a Mac fan. No, the whole reason why I want an iTouch is because I found this cool app that if you sing a song into it, it will automatically put it to music. Um instant record. I randomly told a few coworkers thinking they would be so excited and like "OMG, that is SOOOO you and I can't wait to hear!" Well, they did say "OMG," but they sounded rathered pained when they did....


So this morning, I was surfing YouTube and came across an old video by John Green, author of 2010 Gateway nominee Paper Towns. John and his brother Hank cofounded the Nerdfighters Movement, and Hank like myself is a little... um... obsessed...dedicated to breaking out into silly songs. It's like we're twins or something. 


Sometimes John doesn't appreciate his brother's talent so much....

Hank, I want to begin by congratulating your rap song yesterday. Uh, I laughed a lot. I wasn't always laughing with you, but I laughed a lot.

It so reminded me of a few certain people who get tears in their eyes when they see me doing my thing.
 
BTW, randomly cool fact.... John is totally obsessed about cataloging his home library. Fiction is separated out by living and dead authors.

So further proof that Hank and I are like total twins... or something....