Wednesday, 4 May 2016

Get Hamilton Out of My Head

Seriously. Every single day I wake up with a Hamilton song in my head. At work, I absentmindedly hum to it. Sometimes I actually sing and get weird looks from colleagues who have no idea why I've suddenly burst into "Eliza, I'm looking for a mind at work, work". I mean, if I were them, and didn't know what Hamilton was, I would just be like, "who the hell is Eliza?"

IT'S BECOME A SERIOUS PROBLEM. One time, I listened to Satisfied like, 30 times, on a loop. I mouth the words on the TUBE. The tube! WHY. Everyone stares. But I can't help it. And I think about the lyrics too much. Like in Take a Break. That comma in the middle of a phrase. It changed the meaning. DID HE INTEND THIS?

MAKE IT STOP.

(I haven't slept properly in a week, don't judge my fragile mind right now.)

In any case, if you have no idea what I'm talking about, Hamilton is a musical. A few months ago I listened to the soundtrack and have since been lost in endless replays of all the songs. It's currently only showing in New York at the moment (I think? Correct me if I'm wrong) but I heard it's coming to the UK in 2017 and you can bet that I will be going to see it. If only to finally get the damn songs out of my head, once and for all! In my head every second I'm alive, ugh.

Sometimes I'll just be answering emails, you know, innocently preparing some report or other and then bam, instead of focussing on whatever crappy vlookup I'm supposed to be doing, I get a random burst of "Angelica...Eliza, and PEGGY" in my head.

You think this is a joke, the amount of times I have actually said "and PEGGY" randomly would shock you. My colleagues think I'm super weird and I do not blame them.

I have tried listening to other songs to stop this from happening, but Hamilton always sneaks back in. Oceans rise, empires fall, AND HAMILTON IS ALWAYS IN MY HEAD.

I am starting to think it'll will be there forever. Which is embarrassing, because I really, really cannot sing. But I sing a lot. And I get really into singing. To the point where I accidentally knock into things. Like tables. And cupboard doors that I forget to close after getting myself a snack, leaving me with red marks on my forehead like a total idiot. Ahh at least no-one else was in the room where it happened.

(Make it stop.)

1 comment:

  1. Oh dear, this does sound serious. I haven't listened to Hamilton yet. I'm quite nervous.

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