UPDATE: My letter to myself has been posted on the Dear Me website!
My 23rd birthday just came and went, and one of the presents I received was a copy of Dear Me: A Letter to My 16 Year Old Self. It's a fantastic book, full of letters from celebrities to themselves when they were 16. Among my favorite letters were those by Hugh Jackman, Alan Rickman, and James Marsters. I loved the book so much, I've decided to write my own letter to myself, even though I was 16 less than a decade ago.
Dear Isis (yes, the pseudonym sticks, and quite well at that),
I know how difficult life is for you right now. High school sucks, you're a bit depressed, and overall, you feel that life is just passing you by. Trust me; that isn't the case. Though you feel like you're getting nowhere and have no idea what you want to do once you graduate from high school in two years, you WILL find your way.
Ignore the lack of dates and focus instead on your creativity. It will serve you well. Trust me; after all I am you, just 7 years older (and wiser).
In your personal life, things are pretty good right now. I know that your lack of real friends is upsetting right now, but I promise this will change. You'll discover some of your friends are true; but others you think are friends will turn out to be merely acquaintances. There is so much relief in knowing who your friends really are.
As for school, I know you take Theatre Arts to fill that creative void, but Mr. Whelan is not the be-all, end-all of theatre. Ask mom and dad to take you to more shows, and hang out by the stage door post-shows instead. There you'll find support from others like yourself who will encourage you rather than tear you down. Be prepared, sweetie; Mr. Whelan is going to say something awful to you that will cause you to lose faith in yourself. Don't let it happen, and let his words flow right off your back. Instead, take what he says with a grain of salt and you'll realize what you TRULY wish to do with your life. In fact, if I were you, I'd start looking at everything going on around you, especially since so much happens that you're currently ignoring and/or complaining about. Paying attention and opening your eyes will allow you to ask some amazing people really cool questions that also help lead you to your path.
Here's another big hint; start looking at making friends with the authors you read obsessively. You will discover that using social media to promote them (and yourself) will benefit you in the long run. You'll also have amazing new friends, even if you haven't met them in person (yet).
I know this all sounds vague, but you need to experience this for yourself so that you grow as a person. You're already wonderful, but you're not expressing yourself enough. Stop being afraid of failure and others' reactions. Let yourself live and experience new things!
Much love,
Your 23 year old self
PS - Be more cooperative and help with chores around the house. It'll save you a TON of grief!
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Monday, January 4, 2010
A New Dream
I had a somewhat strange dream today. And I swear I've had it before. It started off with me in a large room. The walls were white, the lighting basic, and there were at least twenty-something people in there with me. One of them was a guy I called "my Peter Pan." I called him that since I was myself in my dream, and it was a running joke between us.
Everyone there had a pretty bare bed, a small mattress, a white pillow, and light gray sheets and comforters. I laid on mine at an angle, my head to the right side of the mattress as I talked with my boyfriend (whose name I can't remember). As we chatted, many of the other coeds in the room walked out for food, though he and I each stayed on our respective mattresses, about five "beds" apart.
I know that not long after that, he went off to war, and I worried and worried about him.
The next thing I remember is going to what felt like an airport hangar that had been turned into a parking garage. My father was driving the car I was in (his Maxima), and I went over to my group of girlfriends as we all waited anxiously to find out if our lovers were home safe or not.
Slowly, each one came out, and I got more and more nervous because my boyfriend didn't come out, and at the end, I was the only one alone. I stood there in some sort of shock as the commanding officer just stood there, watching everyone together and totally ignoring me. When I'd had enough, I walked back to the car to find him sitting in the back seat, stuff already stowed in the trunk. I remember my sister being there too. She had her clarinet music (instrument nowhere in sight), and she put the music in the trunk before going off with a friend of her own.
I sat in the car as we headed up and out of the lot, not saying a word about how hurt and scared I'd been that I'd lost my boyfriend. He didn't say a word either, and I was somehow both grateful and worried about that as my dad continued to drive.
After that, we were somehow at a restaurant with about eight other people. We were all sitting together with our respective dates, and my boyfriend was sitting in the corner, next to the wall, with me sitting on his left, another guy sitting next to me, his girlfriend across from him, two guys across from my boyfriend, and another couple of girls sitting on the girl's other side to complete the table. Here, the walls were cold to the touch and appeared to be metal. People kept getting up to "grab more food," even though we'd already eaten and our plates were still on the table.
At one point, my boyfriend was talking with the two guys across from us (one of them was Kevin McHale), and then the girl sitting a couple seats over joined in the conversation and asked my boyfriend if he didn't like people touching him now. He gave an affirmative reply and mentioned he needed a tissue. I grabbed a small tissue bag (the ones you can buy at the store to stick in your purse) and joked about him being Monk, but with less issues. He smiled lightly and accepted the tissues, before joking back that since I'd used one, he couldn't use them.
For a good while, we weren't very touchy-feely, but I was beyond comforted to have him sitting next to me again, so I kept looking over at him and smiling lightly. He would smile back at me each time.
Somehow, the topic of conversation had moved on, and the guys across from my boyfriend were talking about how they'd hooked me and my boyfriend up. I got really upset with them, and said that we'd have gotten together without them, as I'd already liked my boyfriend and I was pretty sure he'd liked me. (Even as I said this, I looked over at him and my heartbeat got a lot faster. It was a good, loving feeling.) This time, though, we'd upset my boyfriend. He looked down and made a not-so-nice comment about me and my needing to be with him or committing suicide.
I was really hurt and upset that he'd say such a thing, so I instantly defended myself, even though my voice was weak and shaking, saying that I knew someone who'd committed suicide, and I would NEVER hurt someone like that. I was too attached to living.
By this point, the meal was over. So my boyfriend started clearing the table, trying to gain control of his own emotions. I watched silently for a bit before helping him.
After we'd put the dishes away, I walked back while he paid the bill for everyone. I just stood there numbly (the seats were now gone) until he got back and pulled me gently into his arms, just being a source of comfort, not saying a word. He rocked me back and forth, rubbing a hand down my back and telling me that someday in our future he planned to marry me.
It was sweet, loving, and perfect. I just wish my mom hadn't woken me up, as I'd have liked to see where this dream went, since it went farther than the last version of it did. The two weird things, though, were that the dream ended with me hearing David Bowie's "Let's Dance" as everything faded out, and that the SECOND I woke up, I could no longer remember my boyfriend's or face name at all!
Everyone there had a pretty bare bed, a small mattress, a white pillow, and light gray sheets and comforters. I laid on mine at an angle, my head to the right side of the mattress as I talked with my boyfriend (whose name I can't remember). As we chatted, many of the other coeds in the room walked out for food, though he and I each stayed on our respective mattresses, about five "beds" apart.
I know that not long after that, he went off to war, and I worried and worried about him.
The next thing I remember is going to what felt like an airport hangar that had been turned into a parking garage. My father was driving the car I was in (his Maxima), and I went over to my group of girlfriends as we all waited anxiously to find out if our lovers were home safe or not.
Slowly, each one came out, and I got more and more nervous because my boyfriend didn't come out, and at the end, I was the only one alone. I stood there in some sort of shock as the commanding officer just stood there, watching everyone together and totally ignoring me. When I'd had enough, I walked back to the car to find him sitting in the back seat, stuff already stowed in the trunk. I remember my sister being there too. She had her clarinet music (instrument nowhere in sight), and she put the music in the trunk before going off with a friend of her own.
I sat in the car as we headed up and out of the lot, not saying a word about how hurt and scared I'd been that I'd lost my boyfriend. He didn't say a word either, and I was somehow both grateful and worried about that as my dad continued to drive.
After that, we were somehow at a restaurant with about eight other people. We were all sitting together with our respective dates, and my boyfriend was sitting in the corner, next to the wall, with me sitting on his left, another guy sitting next to me, his girlfriend across from him, two guys across from my boyfriend, and another couple of girls sitting on the girl's other side to complete the table. Here, the walls were cold to the touch and appeared to be metal. People kept getting up to "grab more food," even though we'd already eaten and our plates were still on the table.
At one point, my boyfriend was talking with the two guys across from us (one of them was Kevin McHale), and then the girl sitting a couple seats over joined in the conversation and asked my boyfriend if he didn't like people touching him now. He gave an affirmative reply and mentioned he needed a tissue. I grabbed a small tissue bag (the ones you can buy at the store to stick in your purse) and joked about him being Monk, but with less issues. He smiled lightly and accepted the tissues, before joking back that since I'd used one, he couldn't use them.
For a good while, we weren't very touchy-feely, but I was beyond comforted to have him sitting next to me again, so I kept looking over at him and smiling lightly. He would smile back at me each time.
Somehow, the topic of conversation had moved on, and the guys across from my boyfriend were talking about how they'd hooked me and my boyfriend up. I got really upset with them, and said that we'd have gotten together without them, as I'd already liked my boyfriend and I was pretty sure he'd liked me. (Even as I said this, I looked over at him and my heartbeat got a lot faster. It was a good, loving feeling.) This time, though, we'd upset my boyfriend. He looked down and made a not-so-nice comment about me and my needing to be with him or committing suicide.
I was really hurt and upset that he'd say such a thing, so I instantly defended myself, even though my voice was weak and shaking, saying that I knew someone who'd committed suicide, and I would NEVER hurt someone like that. I was too attached to living.
By this point, the meal was over. So my boyfriend started clearing the table, trying to gain control of his own emotions. I watched silently for a bit before helping him.
After we'd put the dishes away, I walked back while he paid the bill for everyone. I just stood there numbly (the seats were now gone) until he got back and pulled me gently into his arms, just being a source of comfort, not saying a word. He rocked me back and forth, rubbing a hand down my back and telling me that someday in our future he planned to marry me.
It was sweet, loving, and perfect. I just wish my mom hadn't woken me up, as I'd have liked to see where this dream went, since it went farther than the last version of it did. The two weird things, though, were that the dream ended with me hearing David Bowie's "Let's Dance" as everything faded out, and that the SECOND I woke up, I could no longer remember my boyfriend's or face name at all!
Sunday, December 6, 2009
What I Did This Weekend
This weekend on Twitter and Facebook, some serious digital fundraising was going on. HBO told fans of True Blood that if they donated 500,000 "drops of blood" on Twitter by today, December 6, they would donate $10,000 to the Red Cross.
Well, slowly but surely at first, before picking up steam, we True Blood fans did it! Our reward (besides HBO giving the money to the Red Cross)? We got Bitten or Kissed by some of our favorite characters on True Blood! Originally, there were only six, and they were Eric Northman, Sookie Stackhouse, Bill Compton, Jessica Hamby, Pam, and Jason Stackhouse. However, in the later hours of today, both Lafayette and Sam Merlotte joined in on the fun.
As for me? Well, I lost count of the number of times I personally donated drops of blood, but I do know that I was bitten and kissed by everyone EXCEPT Bill and Jessica. *shrug* No big deal, as they were busy along with everyone else in dishing out as much love as they could!
So, in closing, it felt really great to be a part of this, and I'm so glad we were able to reach our goal and get HBO to give money to a worthy cause like the Red Cross! It feels really good to be a part of something larger than myself!
Well, slowly but surely at first, before picking up steam, we True Blood fans did it! Our reward (besides HBO giving the money to the Red Cross)? We got Bitten or Kissed by some of our favorite characters on True Blood! Originally, there were only six, and they were Eric Northman, Sookie Stackhouse, Bill Compton, Jessica Hamby, Pam, and Jason Stackhouse. However, in the later hours of today, both Lafayette and Sam Merlotte joined in on the fun.
As for me? Well, I lost count of the number of times I personally donated drops of blood, but I do know that I was bitten and kissed by everyone EXCEPT Bill and Jessica. *shrug* No big deal, as they were busy along with everyone else in dishing out as much love as they could!
So, in closing, it felt really great to be a part of this, and I'm so glad we were able to reach our goal and get HBO to give money to a worthy cause like the Red Cross! It feels really good to be a part of something larger than myself!
Friday, December 4, 2009
Wow! Another Hugh Jackman Dream!
Well, it happened again. I had another amazing dream in which I worked with Hugh Jackman!
I wish I could remember everything about it, but some aspects of the dream are already leaving me. So here's what I do remember:
It started off with me in a crowd (near the front of it) right by some random room which I had seen Hugh walk into. Once in there, I raised my voice a little to be heard over the crowd and said hi. Hugh responded in kind, then grabbed my hand and pulled me right to the threshold of the door. We chatted for a bit about inconsequential things before our conversation turned to more serious topics.
We had just started talking about some of Hugh's upcoming movie work when Deborra-lee Furness walked in from another door across and to the right from where I was. She was in some sort of flight stewardess outfit, and appeared to be much heavier than I know her to be. Of course, this was a dream, so I didn't make any comment about that, but I did say hi to Deborra as well and shake her hand. (Somehow, at that point, I was now in the room, though I have no memory of walking into the room, just to the threshold.) Deborra smiled at me, and Hugh picked something up off the floor and started talking with someone else who seemed to just appear in the room. As Hugh and the other man talked, Deborra and I started chatting about her career and how much I had enjoyed her short "Standing Room Only."
I can only assume that Hugh and the other man were listening in, because Hugh jumped back into the conversation and the other man was suddenly gone again.
Soon after that, I was just walking out the door I had come in from, and Hugh stopped me again. This time, he told me that if I wanted to continue getting the access I had to people like him, even when there was a crowd, I had to blend in. While he said this, he pointed out a group of people in very plain clothes, and whispered to me that they were actually security. I remember that all of them were wearing various colors of long sleeved flannel shirts, which makes me assume that we may have been in New York again.
Anyways, after Hugh pointed out the plainclothesmen, he also reminded me that the attitude I had kept (very calm about being around him), was something that was good for anyone who wanted to work in the film industry, because a majority of celebrities prefer it when you don't get overly excited about meeting them.
After that was the point where the dream started to get kind of weird.
Somehow, after I walked away from Hugh in that little building/room, the dream shifted and suddenly I was in some sort dirt pit, about 6 feet deep and at least 30 feet wide. Hugh was back with me, and we were in some sort of weird golf cart. I remember the definite shape of the cart being identical to a real golf cart, but there were half doors on each side, like the ones that are on toddler cars. (The only difference is that the doors on the cart were white.)
So, we're sitting in this cart, looking up at tons of people yammering excitedly around the top edge of the pit in some foreign language that sounded ancient (I actually think it might have been the language of the Maya), and trying to figure out what the hell is going on.
A couple minutes later, someone who appeared to be the leader of the group surrounding us appeared. He babbled in their weird language before somehow explaining to us that we had to survive our trip in this pit. At these comments, the crowd began cheering wildly, and suddenly, we were off.
In the cart, Hugh was driving and I was sitting next to him. We both looked around but really saw nothing in the pit but us, so we kind of glanced at each other and shrugged. Then, Hugh started driving us in circles around the pit, over and over again.
While we were doing this, random people would jump down into the pit, and we'd see them struggling for their lives, even though nothing ever touched us. It was really weird, but we were grateful for the safety. All I know is that I was curious as to what happened to those people that they were struggling to survive and appeared to be in the grip of some invisible being.
Several minutes later, we were still driving around when all the crowd started cheering. Hugh then put the stopped the cart near where we had first been in it, then we both climbed out. Instantly, Hugh was pulled up and out of the pit, while I jumped up until my arms were resting at the top of the pit (like how you hold onto the side of a pool), and my feet were just dangling into the pit below me.
I'm not entirely sure what happened next, but I do remember that a more minor person in authority stopped Hugh from reaching down to help me out of the pit. This man said something to the effect of "Do you want to drown?" I was really confused by his statement until I saw the water flowing in from the bottom of the pit, with a tendril of it wrapped around my right calf. Hugh shook his head, then carefully stood up straight again, and just waited for the pit to fill so that I could be released.
The pit filling didn't take very long, and soon I was up to my mid-chest in water. At that point, I suddenly remember feeling free, and I was grabbed by two of the observers near me and pulled out. I gave Hugh a hug, and that was when I woke up.
Weird dream, huh? What's your opinion on it?
I wish I could remember everything about it, but some aspects of the dream are already leaving me. So here's what I do remember:
It started off with me in a crowd (near the front of it) right by some random room which I had seen Hugh walk into. Once in there, I raised my voice a little to be heard over the crowd and said hi. Hugh responded in kind, then grabbed my hand and pulled me right to the threshold of the door. We chatted for a bit about inconsequential things before our conversation turned to more serious topics.
We had just started talking about some of Hugh's upcoming movie work when Deborra-lee Furness walked in from another door across and to the right from where I was. She was in some sort of flight stewardess outfit, and appeared to be much heavier than I know her to be. Of course, this was a dream, so I didn't make any comment about that, but I did say hi to Deborra as well and shake her hand. (Somehow, at that point, I was now in the room, though I have no memory of walking into the room, just to the threshold.) Deborra smiled at me, and Hugh picked something up off the floor and started talking with someone else who seemed to just appear in the room. As Hugh and the other man talked, Deborra and I started chatting about her career and how much I had enjoyed her short "Standing Room Only."
I can only assume that Hugh and the other man were listening in, because Hugh jumped back into the conversation and the other man was suddenly gone again.
Soon after that, I was just walking out the door I had come in from, and Hugh stopped me again. This time, he told me that if I wanted to continue getting the access I had to people like him, even when there was a crowd, I had to blend in. While he said this, he pointed out a group of people in very plain clothes, and whispered to me that they were actually security. I remember that all of them were wearing various colors of long sleeved flannel shirts, which makes me assume that we may have been in New York again.
Anyways, after Hugh pointed out the plainclothesmen, he also reminded me that the attitude I had kept (very calm about being around him), was something that was good for anyone who wanted to work in the film industry, because a majority of celebrities prefer it when you don't get overly excited about meeting them.
After that was the point where the dream started to get kind of weird.
Somehow, after I walked away from Hugh in that little building/room, the dream shifted and suddenly I was in some sort dirt pit, about 6 feet deep and at least 30 feet wide. Hugh was back with me, and we were in some sort of weird golf cart. I remember the definite shape of the cart being identical to a real golf cart, but there were half doors on each side, like the ones that are on toddler cars. (The only difference is that the doors on the cart were white.)
So, we're sitting in this cart, looking up at tons of people yammering excitedly around the top edge of the pit in some foreign language that sounded ancient (I actually think it might have been the language of the Maya), and trying to figure out what the hell is going on.
A couple minutes later, someone who appeared to be the leader of the group surrounding us appeared. He babbled in their weird language before somehow explaining to us that we had to survive our trip in this pit. At these comments, the crowd began cheering wildly, and suddenly, we were off.
In the cart, Hugh was driving and I was sitting next to him. We both looked around but really saw nothing in the pit but us, so we kind of glanced at each other and shrugged. Then, Hugh started driving us in circles around the pit, over and over again.
While we were doing this, random people would jump down into the pit, and we'd see them struggling for their lives, even though nothing ever touched us. It was really weird, but we were grateful for the safety. All I know is that I was curious as to what happened to those people that they were struggling to survive and appeared to be in the grip of some invisible being.
Several minutes later, we were still driving around when all the crowd started cheering. Hugh then put the stopped the cart near where we had first been in it, then we both climbed out. Instantly, Hugh was pulled up and out of the pit, while I jumped up until my arms were resting at the top of the pit (like how you hold onto the side of a pool), and my feet were just dangling into the pit below me.
I'm not entirely sure what happened next, but I do remember that a more minor person in authority stopped Hugh from reaching down to help me out of the pit. This man said something to the effect of "Do you want to drown?" I was really confused by his statement until I saw the water flowing in from the bottom of the pit, with a tendril of it wrapped around my right calf. Hugh shook his head, then carefully stood up straight again, and just waited for the pit to fill so that I could be released.
The pit filling didn't take very long, and soon I was up to my mid-chest in water. At that point, I suddenly remember feeling free, and I was grabbed by two of the observers near me and pulled out. I gave Hugh a hug, and that was when I woke up.
Weird dream, huh? What's your opinion on it?
Thursday, November 19, 2009
Found An Old Picture of Myself!
Can't believe I'd forgotten I had this pic on my Facebook page! It's of me and Kevin McHale (now known as "Artie" on GLEE) at our high school graduation back in 2007! He'd sung the National Anthem beautifully, and I was blown away by his vocal talent!
So, without further ado, here's the pic!
So, without further ado, here's the pic!
Just Had to Try It...
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Exotic Bad-Ass
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You want everything in a man at the same time! Masculine, built like a Greek god, exotic and mysterious and even some bad-ass in there too. I think you would really like Freddy Ljungberg, the Swedish soccer player. He's the guy on the right. But let's face it, the whole point of this was to look at a bunch of hot guys. If you liked what you saw, please rate my test!
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Funny thing is, I've taken this quiz before, and I had a different result! I think I kind of prefer this one!
Saturday, October 24, 2009
Stars are Just People Too!
Ok, I admit it. I'm addicted to "social networking" sites. My two favorites are Twitter and Facebook.
Now, something awesome happened today on Facebook... I caught actor Kristoffer Cusick online, sent him a message, and he responded. This may not be a big deal in the grand scheme of things, but to me it means a lot because I saw him a couple years ago playing Fiyero in Wicked. This was in LA, at Broadway LA, and the cast there was PHENOMENAL! But Kris really caught my attention because his voice was so compelling. Hearing him sing was like hearing Michael Crawford when he played the Phantom back when I was a baby. There just aren't words to describe how deeply his voice moved me.
Anyways, today's chat with Kris was pretty short, but still awesome in that it was him I was talking to.
Here's what was said:
Me: Hey Kris! I'm a really huge fan, and I was wondering what kind of stuff you're working on right now.
Kris: just lots of auditions and such
Kris: we shall see what happens
Me: I was also wondering if you knew anything about the Wicked movie I keep hearing about
Me: b/c I'd LOVE to see you as Fiyero in that! You were so amazing in Wicked when I saw it out here in LA
Kris: wicked movie is years and years and years away
Kris: at least 5 if not 7 to 10
Me: Either way, good luck in everything! Hopefully I'll see you on Broadway someday!
Me: that's too bad. Wicked is one of the best shows I've seen in years!
Me: And I honestly believe that the LA cast I saw was better than the OBC
Kris: ah thanks
Me: MAN you and Eden were great together!
Me: and everyone else too...
Me: Any chance you may do a guest appearance on Glee?
Me: One last thing, Kris. My dad used to be a musician way back when Phantom was still playing in LA and Michael Crawford was the Phantom. I saw POTO several times live, and was always affected by Michael's singing. I feel the same when I listen to you via video on youtube, and I really wish the LA cast had recorded it's own Wicked soundtrack. You have such an amazing voice.
Kris: that is really sweet of you to say and to support so much
Me: I love Broadway... And talent like yours is hard to find in other forms of media
So yes, transcribed above is my totally awesome happiness for the day so far! *Squeeeeeeeeeeee!!*
Now, something awesome happened today on Facebook... I caught actor Kristoffer Cusick online, sent him a message, and he responded. This may not be a big deal in the grand scheme of things, but to me it means a lot because I saw him a couple years ago playing Fiyero in Wicked. This was in LA, at Broadway LA, and the cast there was PHENOMENAL! But Kris really caught my attention because his voice was so compelling. Hearing him sing was like hearing Michael Crawford when he played the Phantom back when I was a baby. There just aren't words to describe how deeply his voice moved me.
Anyways, today's chat with Kris was pretty short, but still awesome in that it was him I was talking to.
Here's what was said:
Me: Hey Kris! I'm a really huge fan, and I was wondering what kind of stuff you're working on right now.
Kris: just lots of auditions and such
Kris: we shall see what happens
Me: I was also wondering if you knew anything about the Wicked movie I keep hearing about
Me: b/c I'd LOVE to see you as Fiyero in that! You were so amazing in Wicked when I saw it out here in LA
Kris: wicked movie is years and years and years away
Kris: at least 5 if not 7 to 10
Me: Either way, good luck in everything! Hopefully I'll see you on Broadway someday!
Me: that's too bad. Wicked is one of the best shows I've seen in years!
Me: And I honestly believe that the LA cast I saw was better than the OBC
Kris: ah thanks
Me: MAN you and Eden were great together!
Me: and everyone else too...
Me: Any chance you may do a guest appearance on Glee?
Me: One last thing, Kris. My dad used to be a musician way back when Phantom was still playing in LA and Michael Crawford was the Phantom. I saw POTO several times live, and was always affected by Michael's singing. I feel the same when I listen to you via video on youtube, and I really wish the LA cast had recorded it's own Wicked soundtrack. You have such an amazing voice.
Kris: that is really sweet of you to say and to support so much
Me: I love Broadway... And talent like yours is hard to find in other forms of media
So yes, transcribed above is my totally awesome happiness for the day so far! *Squeeeeeeeeeeee!!*
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
I'm So Happy Right Now!
As many of you know, I'm a full-time college student. This semester, one of the classes I'm taking is the Literary Magazine class. Basically, I'm now part of the staff of the ONLY creative content published for my school (thanks to budget cuts, our school's paper was cut). I'm really in love with the class, and my classmates and teacher are all really fun to work with.
Anyways, we got seriously stiffed in our budget this year. Instead of the customary $5,000 that the class used to get, we only got $3,400. This is a serious problem for my class, as we rely on every cent we get to create a great publication and have a great release party. So, to try and get some more money, my teacher is playing college politics with other staffers at the school for more money, and we the students held a bake sale.
For the bake sale, I did my part by baking about 10 dozen cookies. Half of those cookies are Chocolate Chunk, and the other half are Chocolate Chocolate Chunk. (Scarily enough, that makes about 27 dozen cookies so far in the past three weeks! Sue me, I've been a baking fiend!) Of the most recent 10 dozen, I took about half (2 dozen chocolate chunk and 3 dozen chocolate chocolate chunk) with me to school for the bake sale. Others brought soda, water, bakalava, muffins, more cookies, and even cotton candy (prepackaged to make our lives easier). We sold everything from between $.25 to $1.00, and we also had live music.
It was a great sale. We did a great job in profit considering how much we sold everything for. And we also got to hear some great live local music!
Now for the really great news... We made $175.55 in profit from the sale. Then we REALLY lucked out! One woman, another student of my teacher's, gave us a $100 donation. Then she returned later with another check, this one from her mother. That check was for $500! We made almost $800!
Then, to top that off, our teacher was able to get us $3,000! That means our budget for this year's literary magazine is higher than ever! We have over $7,000 in our budget for the first time ever!
Anyways, we got seriously stiffed in our budget this year. Instead of the customary $5,000 that the class used to get, we only got $3,400. This is a serious problem for my class, as we rely on every cent we get to create a great publication and have a great release party. So, to try and get some more money, my teacher is playing college politics with other staffers at the school for more money, and we the students held a bake sale.
For the bake sale, I did my part by baking about 10 dozen cookies. Half of those cookies are Chocolate Chunk, and the other half are Chocolate Chocolate Chunk. (Scarily enough, that makes about 27 dozen cookies so far in the past three weeks! Sue me, I've been a baking fiend!) Of the most recent 10 dozen, I took about half (2 dozen chocolate chunk and 3 dozen chocolate chocolate chunk) with me to school for the bake sale. Others brought soda, water, bakalava, muffins, more cookies, and even cotton candy (prepackaged to make our lives easier). We sold everything from between $.25 to $1.00, and we also had live music.
It was a great sale. We did a great job in profit considering how much we sold everything for. And we also got to hear some great live local music!
Now for the really great news... We made $175.55 in profit from the sale. Then we REALLY lucked out! One woman, another student of my teacher's, gave us a $100 donation. Then she returned later with another check, this one from her mother. That check was for $500! We made almost $800!
Then, to top that off, our teacher was able to get us $3,000! That means our budget for this year's literary magazine is higher than ever! We have over $7,000 in our budget for the first time ever!
Monday, September 14, 2009
"I Remember"
This was another journal from my Poetry class, and I decided to share it here...
Journal #4 "I Remember"
"I remember there was mist/swirling mist upon a vast glassy lake/there were candles all around/and on the lake there was a boat/and in the boat/there was a man…" Those lines haunt my ears every time I think about Phantom of the Opera. I see the passion, the love, the devastation that follows in the rest of the story just thinking about that, and those memories… Well, they just make it into an even bigger deal.
How can anyone not see the curiousity there? That innocent curiousity, which as we all know can be devastating… It's a reminder that heartbreak and betrayal are easy, and can happen in the blink of an eye.
It's a common theme everywhere, and the fandoms I find myself involved with all seem to deeply deal with it.
What is it about betrayal that becomes sensual in the darkest of ways? Why are people drawn to committing actions that hurt and betray others? I'm not talking about a physical hurt, just a deep emotional one, like the stabs of the ancient Grecian dagger against the ribs, leaving scars on both skin and bone.
Many people seem drawn to that pain when they witness it coming from others - so much so that it almost seems like they live from the misery and pain of others.
Where does that come from?
We all have to deal with it, so why do some people gain pleasure from such horrible things while others don't?
I think that may be part of the draw of the gothic genre. That darkness coming from one person to another as it flows off the pages of the book and stings you, the reader, straight in the heart.
Is it just that the pain makes us feel more alive? Or is it that such pain, whether experienced in real life or through the feelings of another (even a character from a book), allows us to better see the joy in life as well? How fine a line is there to cross between despair for the sake of being depressed and despair for the sake of realizing how good you actually have it?
I remember being on both sides. I hated one, yet I'm drawn to the other. It's scary. And I want more than anything to let all of that out of my system. I don't want to enjoy others pain, even if it reminds me that I have a great life regardless of my opinion on each particular day.
Is it just that everyone needs some negativity to focus on, or are we as humans in NEED of that sweet anguish?
I wish I knew the answer to that, because I bet I'd make a lot of money if I wrote about it and got published. *snort* At least in my head, that sounds like a good idea… Not sure how well it actually translates to real life though.
Journal #4 "I Remember"
"I remember there was mist/swirling mist upon a vast glassy lake/there were candles all around/and on the lake there was a boat/and in the boat/there was a man…" Those lines haunt my ears every time I think about Phantom of the Opera. I see the passion, the love, the devastation that follows in the rest of the story just thinking about that, and those memories… Well, they just make it into an even bigger deal.
How can anyone not see the curiousity there? That innocent curiousity, which as we all know can be devastating… It's a reminder that heartbreak and betrayal are easy, and can happen in the blink of an eye.
It's a common theme everywhere, and the fandoms I find myself involved with all seem to deeply deal with it.
What is it about betrayal that becomes sensual in the darkest of ways? Why are people drawn to committing actions that hurt and betray others? I'm not talking about a physical hurt, just a deep emotional one, like the stabs of the ancient Grecian dagger against the ribs, leaving scars on both skin and bone.
Many people seem drawn to that pain when they witness it coming from others - so much so that it almost seems like they live from the misery and pain of others.
Where does that come from?
We all have to deal with it, so why do some people gain pleasure from such horrible things while others don't?
I think that may be part of the draw of the gothic genre. That darkness coming from one person to another as it flows off the pages of the book and stings you, the reader, straight in the heart.
Is it just that the pain makes us feel more alive? Or is it that such pain, whether experienced in real life or through the feelings of another (even a character from a book), allows us to better see the joy in life as well? How fine a line is there to cross between despair for the sake of being depressed and despair for the sake of realizing how good you actually have it?
I remember being on both sides. I hated one, yet I'm drawn to the other. It's scary. And I want more than anything to let all of that out of my system. I don't want to enjoy others pain, even if it reminds me that I have a great life regardless of my opinion on each particular day.
Is it just that everyone needs some negativity to focus on, or are we as humans in NEED of that sweet anguish?
I wish I knew the answer to that, because I bet I'd make a lot of money if I wrote about it and got published. *snort* At least in my head, that sounds like a good idea… Not sure how well it actually translates to real life though.
Sunday, September 13, 2009
My Night... (Includes Info about the Season Finalé of True Blood)
My night has been great and heart-wrenching...
First, it was great because I got to spend some quality time alone with my dad, but it was only because we drove my car down to my grandmother's house so that he can catch a flight tomorrow morning to get back to DC. But then again, any personal chat time is a good thing with him, because I have an easier time talking with him when we're just one on one.
Then, I had to leave him and drive home alone... NOT fun! I HATE driving the 405 at night!
After that, when I got home, I sat down and watched the season 2 finalé of True Blood. And what a finalé it was! I LOVED the episode for the most part, but HATED the ending! It was so completely heart-wrenching that I still have tears in my eyes from it! (However, I'm not going to spoil the ending here.) Let's just say that it makes an EXCELLENT cliff-hanger leading to season 3, but at the same time I just didn't want it to happen like that, and I'm sure that my theory about who the "bad guys" are for season 3 will end up being proven true.
My theory... Well, let's just say it involves a certain vampire calling on another to kidnap another vampire and torture said vampire...
Either way, I think I'm not gonna sleep until I rewrite the ending of that episode to the ending I want, then I'll go to bed... Yeah, I'm actually that depressed by the ending! Is that pathetic?
First, it was great because I got to spend some quality time alone with my dad, but it was only because we drove my car down to my grandmother's house so that he can catch a flight tomorrow morning to get back to DC. But then again, any personal chat time is a good thing with him, because I have an easier time talking with him when we're just one on one.
Then, I had to leave him and drive home alone... NOT fun! I HATE driving the 405 at night!
After that, when I got home, I sat down and watched the season 2 finalé of True Blood. And what a finalé it was! I LOVED the episode for the most part, but HATED the ending! It was so completely heart-wrenching that I still have tears in my eyes from it! (However, I'm not going to spoil the ending here.) Let's just say that it makes an EXCELLENT cliff-hanger leading to season 3, but at the same time I just didn't want it to happen like that, and I'm sure that my theory about who the "bad guys" are for season 3 will end up being proven true.
My theory... Well, let's just say it involves a certain vampire calling on another to kidnap another vampire and torture said vampire...
Either way, I think I'm not gonna sleep until I rewrite the ending of that episode to the ending I want, then I'll go to bed... Yeah, I'm actually that depressed by the ending! Is that pathetic?
Nathan Barr's True Blood Score Signing at Dark Delicacies
Today has been a REALLY fun day so far! After yesterday's trip to the Santa Monica Pier and Bubba Gump's (a favorite of Anna Paquin and Stephen Moyer's, or so my waitress told me) for lunch (in honor of my sister's birthday), I really didn't think that my weekend could be better...
It turns out that I'd forgotten that I had plans today! I went down to Burbank, to my favorite bookstore, Dark Delicacies, where Nathan Barr was doing a CD signing of his new True Blood Score CD. I arrived early, and had a GREAT time! Nathan was very open, and answered my questions about working on True Blood, whether or not he'd have a cameo again, how he got involved with True Blood and Alan Ball, etc.
It was very informative, and Nathan's producers/managers were also very cool. They also answered the questions I asked. All in all, EXCELLENT experience, and I'd happily go do it again!
Here's a couple pics!
And here's the signed True Blood Score cover:
However, the Nathan Barr signing isn't the only one who had a signing today... Bear McCreary (of Battlestar Galactica Score fame) was signing the season 4 score for BSG, and I chatted with him for a bit as well! He's a total sweetie, and REALLY cute! (Same goes for Nathan Barr!)
Here are more pics:
I really wish I'd seen more people there at the signing, simply because it was so much fun!
It turns out that I'd forgotten that I had plans today! I went down to Burbank, to my favorite bookstore, Dark Delicacies, where Nathan Barr was doing a CD signing of his new True Blood Score CD. I arrived early, and had a GREAT time! Nathan was very open, and answered my questions about working on True Blood, whether or not he'd have a cameo again, how he got involved with True Blood and Alan Ball, etc.
It was very informative, and Nathan's producers/managers were also very cool. They also answered the questions I asked. All in all, EXCELLENT experience, and I'd happily go do it again!
Here's a couple pics!
And here's the signed True Blood Score cover:
However, the Nathan Barr signing isn't the only one who had a signing today... Bear McCreary (of Battlestar Galactica Score fame) was signing the season 4 score for BSG, and I chatted with him for a bit as well! He's a total sweetie, and REALLY cute! (Same goes for Nathan Barr!)
Here are more pics:
I really wish I'd seen more people there at the signing, simply because it was so much fun!
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
My Second Time on Wii Fit...
Ok, well, it's technically four days since my last run on the Wii, and I'll tell you now it's because I'm so sore from the way Wii Fit makes you work your body! Of course, it's tons of fun, as I've mentioned previously, but still...
Anyways, today was my second time. I went through the process again of being weighed, having my BMI checked, etc... It was actually pretty cool! See, when I was weighed today, I discovered I'd lost 2.4 pounds!
2.4 LBS IN JUST 4 DAYS! Wooo-Hoooo!
Well, after the excitement, I realized that in just 4 days, my habits have already started changing. I have dropped my soda intake by at least 50% (this going months back because I realized that soda really isn't a benefit to me), I'm eating less, snacking less, and when I snack, it's on healthier alternatives, though nowhere near where I should be yet... (But I'll get there eventually.)
Of course, after I got weighed and everything, I had to work out... So I did about 21 minutes of exercises that I (mostly) hadn't done on my first try. New stuff I tried included a couple of yoga poses and some strength training... *sigh* I have a feeling that I'll be REALLY sore tomorrow!
Oh, and before I forget... I also did almost an hours worth of Wii Sports prior to getting on the Wii Fit train... Oh YEAH I'm gonna be sore tomorrow!
Anyways, today was my second time. I went through the process again of being weighed, having my BMI checked, etc... It was actually pretty cool! See, when I was weighed today, I discovered I'd lost 2.4 pounds!
2.4 LBS IN JUST 4 DAYS! Wooo-Hoooo!
Well, after the excitement, I realized that in just 4 days, my habits have already started changing. I have dropped my soda intake by at least 50% (this going months back because I realized that soda really isn't a benefit to me), I'm eating less, snacking less, and when I snack, it's on healthier alternatives, though nowhere near where I should be yet... (But I'll get there eventually.)
Of course, after I got weighed and everything, I had to work out... So I did about 21 minutes of exercises that I (mostly) hadn't done on my first try. New stuff I tried included a couple of yoga poses and some strength training... *sigh* I have a feeling that I'll be REALLY sore tomorrow!
Oh, and before I forget... I also did almost an hours worth of Wii Sports prior to getting on the Wii Fit train... Oh YEAH I'm gonna be sore tomorrow!
Monday, September 7, 2009
And New Dreams Keep Coming...
Once again, I woke up from a nice dream and remembered it. This one is particularly special to me because it involved my grandmother, who passed away last December.
In the dream, it was the holiday season, and I believe it was Hanukkah (though Christmas may have been going on at the same time)... Either way, it was the holiday season and some random member of my extended family was having his Bar Mitzvah. I barely remember sitting through the service, but after it was over, everyone got out of the temple service room, then went outside to another area, then up the stairs to the second floor of another building.
Once there, my entire family started exchanging gifts. The weird part was that I really didn't recognize some of them... And I at least recognize my family for the most part, even if sometimes I can't remember all my cousins' names...
However, the weirdest part was my uncle giving both myself and my little sister a present, saying it was from my grandmother, and she'd want me to have it. I turned the envelope he handed me over so I could see what was written on the front. I instinctively noticed that the writing was NOT my grandmother's (even in my dream I knew that she was non longer with us), but after looking at it, my sister, who had been on my right side moved, showing another person in my peripheral vision. I ignored that person for a moment, turned the envelope back over, and opened it. As I did, the person in my peripheral vision stepped closer to me. I stopped pulling the card out of the envelope, and turned to that person.
It was my grandmother. I instantly lunged over to her and gave her a giant hug, which she immediately returned. I can't even describe how great it was, or how comforted I felt. I also told my grandmother that I missed her, and she responded in kind, before telling me to open the card, and I deserved everything that was inside.
I did as she asked, and inside the card was a bit of money, which is a great thing because I really am cash-strapped in real life right now.
Soon after that, I woke up again, feeling unrefreshed, and missing my grandmother, but at the same time I felt comforted, and I knew that she had really been there, telling me that she loves me and is still watching out for me.
At the very least, I'm going to continue to believe that, because I know that were she still with me on this plane, that's exactly what she'd be doing.
In the dream, it was the holiday season, and I believe it was Hanukkah (though Christmas may have been going on at the same time)... Either way, it was the holiday season and some random member of my extended family was having his Bar Mitzvah. I barely remember sitting through the service, but after it was over, everyone got out of the temple service room, then went outside to another area, then up the stairs to the second floor of another building.
Once there, my entire family started exchanging gifts. The weird part was that I really didn't recognize some of them... And I at least recognize my family for the most part, even if sometimes I can't remember all my cousins' names...
However, the weirdest part was my uncle giving both myself and my little sister a present, saying it was from my grandmother, and she'd want me to have it. I turned the envelope he handed me over so I could see what was written on the front. I instinctively noticed that the writing was NOT my grandmother's (even in my dream I knew that she was non longer with us), but after looking at it, my sister, who had been on my right side moved, showing another person in my peripheral vision. I ignored that person for a moment, turned the envelope back over, and opened it. As I did, the person in my peripheral vision stepped closer to me. I stopped pulling the card out of the envelope, and turned to that person.
It was my grandmother. I instantly lunged over to her and gave her a giant hug, which she immediately returned. I can't even describe how great it was, or how comforted I felt. I also told my grandmother that I missed her, and she responded in kind, before telling me to open the card, and I deserved everything that was inside.
I did as she asked, and inside the card was a bit of money, which is a great thing because I really am cash-strapped in real life right now.
Soon after that, I woke up again, feeling unrefreshed, and missing my grandmother, but at the same time I felt comforted, and I knew that she had really been there, telling me that she loves me and is still watching out for me.
At the very least, I'm going to continue to believe that, because I know that were she still with me on this plane, that's exactly what she'd be doing.
Friday, September 4, 2009
Day One on the Wii Fit...
Ok, today starts a new part of my life... My seriously taking on the challenge to slim down a little bit... So I started today on Wii Fit...
Let's just say it didn't quite go as planned, and made me pretty upset. First off, you always get weighed, and your BMI is measured... Let's just say that neither was what I expected... It was higher! NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
Well, I tried it out, and I did eventually get 30 minutes of exercise done. Hell, my sister even got me to RUN! If you know me, you know that running and I are NOT friends. But somehow, I managed to get it done! Five minutes of jogging! I'm impressed by myself!
After that, I cooled down by playing the hula-hooping game! SOOOO much fun!
Well, I expect after all that, I'll be tired tomorrow, so I think I may wait a day or three before I do it again.
Let's just say it didn't quite go as planned, and made me pretty upset. First off, you always get weighed, and your BMI is measured... Let's just say that neither was what I expected... It was higher! NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
Well, I tried it out, and I did eventually get 30 minutes of exercise done. Hell, my sister even got me to RUN! If you know me, you know that running and I are NOT friends. But somehow, I managed to get it done! Five minutes of jogging! I'm impressed by myself!
After that, I cooled down by playing the hula-hooping game! SOOOO much fun!
Well, I expect after all that, I'll be tired tomorrow, so I think I may wait a day or three before I do it again.
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
"I Should Have"
This was a journal for my poetry class, so it's very close to my heart... Please keep that in mind as you read.
Journal #2 "I Should Have"
I should have not let Andy go. I should have fought harder to prevent the loss of our friendship. He was my best friend, the only guy who REALLY knew me. I should have realized when he stopped wanting to hang out that something was wrong. I should have looked to see what his eyes were saying. Were they full of pain? Were they weary? Were they wary? What would I have seen if I'd just stopped for a moment, and not been so selfish and all about me?
In those last few months before we dissolved our friendship, Andy would always say he loved me, and I'd respond in kind, thinking that he meant close friendship, nothing more. Did I read him wrong? Did he read me wrong?
It's hard to blame either one of us singularly, but I can't help it. Does he still feel the pain of not having someone to talk to like we talked? Was I replaced instantly or not? There is no replacement for Andy. He was everything I was not, and then some. We laughed together, fought hard, smiled together, thought it was hysterical when we were confused for brother and sister…
Can that relationship really be over so quickly just because someone had to say goodbye?
Did I hurt Andy? I would never do it intentionally, unless we were fighting, but we had known parameters of how far that would even go. Was he in love with me? I remember still the days we spent over a month of weekends curled up together watching The 10th Kingdom. He laid on my favorite pillow, and demanded that I use him as a pillow. I remember that damned smirk on his face as we continued to pause and laugh at scenes in the movie while discussing them. I remember the comparison between him and one of the characters in the movie… I found the character attractive, but, as I laughingly told Andy, him not so much, probably because I'd known him too long.
*sigh* I should have realized that all good times come to an end. I wish I'd seen the signs beforehand. Instead, I'm left clutching each memory of the taunts, the fights, the laughs, the smiles, the hugs… And still not over him.
Someday, I'd love to go out on another random drive with him. Not really going anywhere, just a drive to wherever the road takes us. I remember the silly street names we'd call out, then the exits off the freeway. I remember laughing over getting lost, and how finding our way home again took almost the entire night. Those memories fill my head almost all the time.
Hell, Andy's taken over my mind. I can no longer read my favorite poem without thinking that it's talking about me and Andy.
To quote said poem, "If I should meet Andy after long years, How would I greet him? -With silence and tears."
Tears for the lost time, tears for the pain, tears as I try to find enough voice to ask him what really happened. And how would he respond? I have no idea. But if he approached me, would I even have enough left inside me to open my mouth and turn sound into words?
Andy has moved on. Why can't I?
Journal #2 "I Should Have"
I should have not let Andy go. I should have fought harder to prevent the loss of our friendship. He was my best friend, the only guy who REALLY knew me. I should have realized when he stopped wanting to hang out that something was wrong. I should have looked to see what his eyes were saying. Were they full of pain? Were they weary? Were they wary? What would I have seen if I'd just stopped for a moment, and not been so selfish and all about me?
In those last few months before we dissolved our friendship, Andy would always say he loved me, and I'd respond in kind, thinking that he meant close friendship, nothing more. Did I read him wrong? Did he read me wrong?
It's hard to blame either one of us singularly, but I can't help it. Does he still feel the pain of not having someone to talk to like we talked? Was I replaced instantly or not? There is no replacement for Andy. He was everything I was not, and then some. We laughed together, fought hard, smiled together, thought it was hysterical when we were confused for brother and sister…
Can that relationship really be over so quickly just because someone had to say goodbye?
Did I hurt Andy? I would never do it intentionally, unless we were fighting, but we had known parameters of how far that would even go. Was he in love with me? I remember still the days we spent over a month of weekends curled up together watching The 10th Kingdom. He laid on my favorite pillow, and demanded that I use him as a pillow. I remember that damned smirk on his face as we continued to pause and laugh at scenes in the movie while discussing them. I remember the comparison between him and one of the characters in the movie… I found the character attractive, but, as I laughingly told Andy, him not so much, probably because I'd known him too long.
*sigh* I should have realized that all good times come to an end. I wish I'd seen the signs beforehand. Instead, I'm left clutching each memory of the taunts, the fights, the laughs, the smiles, the hugs… And still not over him.
Someday, I'd love to go out on another random drive with him. Not really going anywhere, just a drive to wherever the road takes us. I remember the silly street names we'd call out, then the exits off the freeway. I remember laughing over getting lost, and how finding our way home again took almost the entire night. Those memories fill my head almost all the time.
Hell, Andy's taken over my mind. I can no longer read my favorite poem without thinking that it's talking about me and Andy.
To quote said poem, "If I should meet Andy after long years, How would I greet him? -With silence and tears."
Tears for the lost time, tears for the pain, tears as I try to find enough voice to ask him what really happened. And how would he respond? I have no idea. But if he approached me, would I even have enough left inside me to open my mouth and turn sound into words?
Andy has moved on. Why can't I?
Sunday, August 30, 2009
A (Very) Belated Yarnworks Update
Hey guys... I've still been working on my yarn stuff, just not so much and with less time available to me, I haven't been posting about what I've accomplished recently.
So, here's a quick update:
For my big blanket that I'm working on, I now have 26 or 27 blanket squares completed, and I'm over halfway done with another. When I get a chance, I will take pics of all my new ones, and I'll put them in the blog, backdated to approximately when I finished them.
I'm still working on my pillows and pillowcases... I gave one to Anna Paquin for her birthday, and she loved it. I just finished another pillowcase today, and when I get a chance to (probably Tuesday), I'll add a picture to this post so you can see it.
I'm also working on another new pillowcase for the moment.
For now, school's just started for me again, so I'll take what little time I can, and I will be posting about my yarn stuff again whenever I can. Same goes for regular blog posts, which will probably be more often so that I can use them to my advantage in one of my classes.
So, here's a quick update:
For my big blanket that I'm working on, I now have 26 or 27 blanket squares completed, and I'm over halfway done with another. When I get a chance, I will take pics of all my new ones, and I'll put them in the blog, backdated to approximately when I finished them.
I'm still working on my pillows and pillowcases... I gave one to Anna Paquin for her birthday, and she loved it. I just finished another pillowcase today, and when I get a chance to (probably Tuesday), I'll add a picture to this post so you can see it.
I'm also working on another new pillowcase for the moment.
For now, school's just started for me again, so I'll take what little time I can, and I will be posting about my yarn stuff again whenever I can. Same goes for regular blog posts, which will probably be more often so that I can use them to my advantage in one of my classes.
I Dreamed A Dream...
I just woke up, and I remember having the most awesome dream last night!
In it, my home was part of some sort of hotel, and Hugh Jackman and his awesome wife Deborrah-lee Furness were staying there! I'm not entirely sure of all the details, but somehow I knew they were there, and I actively searched them both out.
I found Deborrah-lee first. I called her over, and I started telling her about how big a fan I was of both hers and Hugh's. She responded very politely, and we discussed some of her work. I remember directly telling her how much I loved her short film "Standing Room Only" and her shock when she realized I'd seen it, as well as a large grin on her face when I blushed, looked down and mumbled that I'd seen almost everything Hugh had ever done.
Right before my conversation with Deborrah-lee ended, she sat down on the side of my bed (somehow we were in my room), leaned over me, then kissed my forehead. It was a motherly gesture, and a very comforting and much appreciated one.
Well, now that I'd found her and KNEW she was there, I figured Hugh had to be there as well, so I stared searching for him. At first, I didn't find him. It was highly disappointing, and reminded me of a conversation I held with a friend a long time ago about how if you see one celebrity you like, you're probably not gonna see another one unless you're on a movie or film set or something.
However, that happily did not turn out to be the case in my dream. Instead, I heard him talking with someone, so I ran in the direction of his voice. He was in another room, the door wide open. I knocked on it and was given permission to enter.
From there, a very long, wonderful conversation was started. It began with me introducing myself, and telling Hugh was a huge fan of his I was. He smiled back and told me how nice it was to have fans like me. All the basic polite chitchat led to us discussing characters he'd played, what he thought of them, etc. The part I remember most from the conversation that was in the room was me asking him about Wolverine as he was in X-Men and X2: X-Men United, and the relationship with Rogue. I specifically asked him how Wolverine REALLY felt about Rogue, and his response, as I remember it was:
"I think Wolverine loves Rogue. She's the first character within the movie series to make him feel like he's worth something, not just a loner and brawler. He actively checks up on her in the first film, worried about the companion who in only a few moments made him care about someone besides himself. After all, remember how desperate Logan was to save Rogue at the Statue of Liberty..."
I ended up cutting Hugh's comment off to ask him what he thought about a Wolverine/Rogue relationship that included being a couple. Hugh made a comment about liking the idea, and thinking it would be cool to work with Anna Paquin again, but I don't remember anything else from his response.
Then, Hugh turned the conversation around on me, and started asking me questions about my goals, what I wanted to accomplish, etc. I remember specifically telling him that my major goal in life was to become an Oscar-winning Screenwriter and Director, and someday a mother.
Hugh responded by telling me a highly clichéd line: "Don't give up on your goals, and someday you'll get there."
I think I raised my eyebrow at him before continuing my response about how I'd love to have him in a movie of mine someday, possibly playing a young grandfather or a father with 20-something kids and teenagers. This ended up with Hugh giving me a giant bear hug! (And boy did that feel great!)
All during this time, Hugh and I were walking along, and somehow we ended up on a train together, still talking, with Deborra-lee a few rows behind us, rolling her eyes at our conversation and laughing lightly.
The conversation on the train turned towards Hugh once more. I asked him about the lunch he had with Miley Cyrus about some movie that they were supposed to costar in. I asked Hugh why he would risk his career like that.
I didn't get a response about the career risk, but I did get a response about the Miley issue. Hugh said that it had only been an idea, and he wasn't going to do the movie with her (and then grinned as I sighed in relief).
Unfortunately, I don't remember any more of the conversation I held with Hugh, but I remember that my stop on the train had come up, and Hugh and Deborra-lee BOTH hugged me goodbye and said that they hoped to see me around New York again, which means that I must have been somewhere in New York, though I don't know exactly where. (The area around me was completely new to me, even though I've been to New York many times before...)
The last thing I remember from my dream is seeing Hugh and Deborra-lee waving to me from the train as it continued on its way out of the station.
Quite the interesting dream, huh? I wonder what it means for me in the long run, as I believe dreams have deeper meanings than just what we see and remember in them. Of course, that's nothing to say of the frustration when I woke up and realized my dream wasn't real... Let me know what you think of this! I'd love to hear some opinions on the meanings of the dream!
In it, my home was part of some sort of hotel, and Hugh Jackman and his awesome wife Deborrah-lee Furness were staying there! I'm not entirely sure of all the details, but somehow I knew they were there, and I actively searched them both out.
I found Deborrah-lee first. I called her over, and I started telling her about how big a fan I was of both hers and Hugh's. She responded very politely, and we discussed some of her work. I remember directly telling her how much I loved her short film "Standing Room Only" and her shock when she realized I'd seen it, as well as a large grin on her face when I blushed, looked down and mumbled that I'd seen almost everything Hugh had ever done.
Right before my conversation with Deborrah-lee ended, she sat down on the side of my bed (somehow we were in my room), leaned over me, then kissed my forehead. It was a motherly gesture, and a very comforting and much appreciated one.
Well, now that I'd found her and KNEW she was there, I figured Hugh had to be there as well, so I stared searching for him. At first, I didn't find him. It was highly disappointing, and reminded me of a conversation I held with a friend a long time ago about how if you see one celebrity you like, you're probably not gonna see another one unless you're on a movie or film set or something.
However, that happily did not turn out to be the case in my dream. Instead, I heard him talking with someone, so I ran in the direction of his voice. He was in another room, the door wide open. I knocked on it and was given permission to enter.
From there, a very long, wonderful conversation was started. It began with me introducing myself, and telling Hugh was a huge fan of his I was. He smiled back and told me how nice it was to have fans like me. All the basic polite chitchat led to us discussing characters he'd played, what he thought of them, etc. The part I remember most from the conversation that was in the room was me asking him about Wolverine as he was in X-Men and X2: X-Men United, and the relationship with Rogue. I specifically asked him how Wolverine REALLY felt about Rogue, and his response, as I remember it was:
"I think Wolverine loves Rogue. She's the first character within the movie series to make him feel like he's worth something, not just a loner and brawler. He actively checks up on her in the first film, worried about the companion who in only a few moments made him care about someone besides himself. After all, remember how desperate Logan was to save Rogue at the Statue of Liberty..."
I ended up cutting Hugh's comment off to ask him what he thought about a Wolverine/Rogue relationship that included being a couple. Hugh made a comment about liking the idea, and thinking it would be cool to work with Anna Paquin again, but I don't remember anything else from his response.
Then, Hugh turned the conversation around on me, and started asking me questions about my goals, what I wanted to accomplish, etc. I remember specifically telling him that my major goal in life was to become an Oscar-winning Screenwriter and Director, and someday a mother.
Hugh responded by telling me a highly clichéd line: "Don't give up on your goals, and someday you'll get there."
I think I raised my eyebrow at him before continuing my response about how I'd love to have him in a movie of mine someday, possibly playing a young grandfather or a father with 20-something kids and teenagers. This ended up with Hugh giving me a giant bear hug! (And boy did that feel great!)
All during this time, Hugh and I were walking along, and somehow we ended up on a train together, still talking, with Deborra-lee a few rows behind us, rolling her eyes at our conversation and laughing lightly.
The conversation on the train turned towards Hugh once more. I asked him about the lunch he had with Miley Cyrus about some movie that they were supposed to costar in. I asked Hugh why he would risk his career like that.
I didn't get a response about the career risk, but I did get a response about the Miley issue. Hugh said that it had only been an idea, and he wasn't going to do the movie with her (and then grinned as I sighed in relief).
Unfortunately, I don't remember any more of the conversation I held with Hugh, but I remember that my stop on the train had come up, and Hugh and Deborra-lee BOTH hugged me goodbye and said that they hoped to see me around New York again, which means that I must have been somewhere in New York, though I don't know exactly where. (The area around me was completely new to me, even though I've been to New York many times before...)
The last thing I remember from my dream is seeing Hugh and Deborra-lee waving to me from the train as it continued on its way out of the station.
Quite the interesting dream, huh? I wonder what it means for me in the long run, as I believe dreams have deeper meanings than just what we see and remember in them. Of course, that's nothing to say of the frustration when I woke up and realized my dream wasn't real... Let me know what you think of this! I'd love to hear some opinions on the meanings of the dream!
Thursday, August 27, 2009
The Scary Future of the United States...
It's obvious. Many people just don't care about politics, and the country they live in. This is especially true in the current political environment in the United States. The largest group that NEEDS to get with the picture is people my own age, the current youngest voting bloc. Most people I know from school did not vote in last year's presidential election. In fact, some of these people, who have been able to vote for years BOAST about how they've NEVER voted before! That's really disgraceful, especially since these people are the ones who are most frequently found bitching about whatever they hear "reporters" tell them about what's going on with things like health care, town hall meetings, the stimulus package... Anything they can think of. And then, they become the "dittoheads" we as a country should NOT listen to! They have nothing to add to conversation, and the only information they have is talking points that have been hand-fed to them.
It's scary. VERY scary. I mean, even I've tried to keep my mouth shut about this, but reaction to my proclamation to my friends the other day about the death of Ted Kennedy was met with blank stares, and questions of "who's that?" THAT IS WHAT IS WRONG WITH AMERICANS! They have NO freakin' clue as to what's going on politically, and they don't care! It's one thing to not know who Ray Bradbury is (and that is another issue I have with these same people), but to know NOTHING about the current political state of affairs and then just repeat what you hear with no evidence to back your statements up is just WRONG!!!
HOW can America as a country prosper and get back to her older strength if the masses are uninformed? It just doesn't work!
It's scary. VERY scary. I mean, even I've tried to keep my mouth shut about this, but reaction to my proclamation to my friends the other day about the death of Ted Kennedy was met with blank stares, and questions of "who's that?" THAT IS WHAT IS WRONG WITH AMERICANS! They have NO freakin' clue as to what's going on politically, and they don't care! It's one thing to not know who Ray Bradbury is (and that is another issue I have with these same people), but to know NOTHING about the current political state of affairs and then just repeat what you hear with no evidence to back your statements up is just WRONG!!!
HOW can America as a country prosper and get back to her older strength if the masses are uninformed? It just doesn't work!
Saturday, August 22, 2009
Ray Bradbury's 89th Birthday!
I WENT TO RAY BRADBURY'S 89TH BIRTHDAY!!! It was AWESOME! Basically, it was a signing at a bookstore in Glendale, CA, and I went with my awesome godmom Wendy! It was fun, and I saw a few other writers besides Ray. Plus, it was Wendy and Wendy time, and that's always a great thing! My godmom ROCKS! She's one of the most interesting people I know (same goes for her friends), and the way she shares experiences like the signings I've gone to with her are incredibly special to me. I treasure each one!
That being said, I do have a few pics to share. Some come from my camera, others come from my godmom and her friends, which I got and share here (with permission) via facebook.
Here are mine:
Me and Ray as he signs my copy of Fahrenheit 451...
Me and Ray again, just after he'd finished signing my book...
My Godmom Wendy and Earl Hamner, Jr.
As for the pics I didn't take:
Earl Hamner, Jr., My Godmom Wendy, Me, George Clayton Johnson, & Jackie Estrada...
That being said, I do have a few pics to share. Some come from my camera, others come from my godmom and her friends, which I got and share here (with permission) via facebook.
Here are mine:
Me and Ray as he signs my copy of Fahrenheit 451...
Me and Ray again, just after he'd finished signing my book...
My Godmom Wendy and Earl Hamner, Jr.
As for the pics I didn't take:
Earl Hamner, Jr., My Godmom Wendy, Me, George Clayton Johnson, & Jackie Estrada...
Saturday, August 8, 2009
A New Update From My Favorite Band!
Temposhark, one of the best bands to pop up in the last several years, has just posted their first single from their sophomore album at ArjanWrites Music Blog... Yes, it's an exclusive there, and the title of this blog post links directly to that posting...
Now, a little info about this new single, which is AWESOME!!!
• 1. It's called "The World Does Not Revolve Around You"
• 2. It's not what you'll expect it to be.
• 3. It has to be heard to be believed.
• 4. I'm making sure you all get to listen to it, so I'm posting the link to the site HERE as well!
So, please take a listen and let me know what you think! That way, I can forward your (hopefully nice) comments about the song onto the band, which you can follow on Twitter. They can be found @temposhark
BTW, PLEASE BE SURE TO VISIT ARJANWRITES FOR THE BEST COMMENTARY ON TEMPOSHARK'S NEW SONG!!!!
Now, a little info about this new single, which is AWESOME!!!
• 1. It's called "The World Does Not Revolve Around You"
• 2. It's not what you'll expect it to be.
• 3. It has to be heard to be believed.
• 4. I'm making sure you all get to listen to it, so I'm posting the link to the site HERE as well!
So, please take a listen and let me know what you think! That way, I can forward your (hopefully nice) comments about the song onto the band, which you can follow on Twitter. They can be found @temposhark
BTW, PLEASE BE SURE TO VISIT ARJANWRITES FOR THE BEST COMMENTARY ON TEMPOSHARK'S NEW SONG!!!!
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