March 2012
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I hope one day my bickering and constant seriousness will be taken even more serious by others who care.
February 2012
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“You’ve gotta be original, because if you’re like someone else, what...”
– Bernadette Peters
Dear Norm Lewis,
I love you.
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“I think you can leave the arts, superior or inferior, to the conscience of...”
– William Butler Yeats
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And now onto bigger better things.
2 weeks until Necessary Targets.
3 weeks until State with my troupe and best friend at my side.
One month until I find out what colleges accept me.
Two months until Senior Research presentation, my last Gala and prom.
Three until Senior Recital, Graduation, and the beginning of sweet summer.
Time is taking its toll, but so is my patience.
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And these, dear, are the final moments of my spring musical.
All the paint, all the song, all the dance, the character development, tears, pain, bruises, cuts, restless nights, all of these elements
End.
Despite Mother Nature hitting me...
Saturday matinee and night show was bomb diggity.
I had Chipotle and Gators. FOOD IS LOVE.
I am becoming closer to an ensemble member. :)
I dressed cute as a French girl, in my Top shop heels I bought in NYC with Amanda, ah. <3
I wrote my Necessary Targets monologue.
And now, to the bed. Time to await the “beauty” of a “beast” last show tomorrow. :D
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Last night is behind me…
Today is here.
But, will I make the best of it?
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Emotional Journeys
They never end, do they?
Opening Night
Magical, to say the least.
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Welcome one and all to hell week.
Where caffeine is a must,
sleep is minimal,
sweatpants are a gift from heaven,
and school work happens to conflict randomly with the spring musical…
I hate you.
I hate your program.
I hate your show.
I hate your methods.
I hate your attitude.
I hate anything touched or acknowledged by you.
Three more months.
Each day is passing by with no regrets…
People sigh, complain, take the pills, swallow the pain away.
I am one of these people.
This isn’t good…
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Gollie gosh my mom...
For the Love of the Arts.
The joy of 21 Guns was all that mattered.
We were there for each other in that moment.
That’s all that mattered: us; the ensemble.
I cannot believe I have almost 3 months left with these people.
I cannot wait for Friday.
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Confession: It wasn't just another day.
Sure I didn’t get my flowers or knight in shining armor, but…
I got a ton of baked goods and candy from my momma.
I got accepted into my 3rd college, Webster, academically.
I did all my homework before midnight.
I had a Tijuana Flats date with my best friend/valentine.
I had a wonderful rehearsal.
I gave more than I received, which was the best.
I finished all my...
Queen Adele would like to thank everybody for...
surpriseofourglorydays:
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You really so think you're so funny.
Your negativity is worse than what you think.
People think you’re beautiful, but you’re really just another ugly face with the talk that comes out of your mouth.
I really thought I could rely on you.
As the end of the year gets closer, I realize that you will be someone I could care less about when the year is done.
Family or not, it’s not okay on how you treat others.
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