I'm sad that ever since school has started I've had less time to devote to my beloved readers; though I'm sure that you all are just as busy, if not more-so, so it all evens out in the end. Right?
Tonight, I got lucky and didn't have nearly as much homework as I normally do, so I'm going to use the extra time to get some writing done. I know you've all been anxiously awaiting this post all week. (Which is actually kind of sad because I don't really have much to write about. Darn that Writer's Block!)
OH! I just thought of something fantastical to share with you all; the auditions for my school's musical are TOMORROW!!!
I'm starting to get nervous, but I really know the song well and I finally mastered the really nasally voice that the character I'm auditioning for needs. In case you've forgotten, I'm auditioning to the role of Little Red (yes, the one who wears a red cape and hood) in the musical Into the Woods. The songs our director gave us to choose for our audition are all from the show and the one I am singing is called "I Know Things Now". It's a pretty difficult piece to sing because it's very wordy (most Sondheim songs are) and the notes skip around and go from pretty low to pretty high (Like high E). What's more is that I have to sing it while using a voice described by our director as "Annie gone bad". If you have never seen the musical Annie, then shame on you; go and watch it right now. I'm sure it's on YouTube somewhere...
Anyway, back to my upcoming auditions. They consist of the singing portion, which I just talked about, and then we're doing something new. Normally, after you sing you then move onto an acting portion where you do cold readings of the script, but this year is going to be different. Since there aren’t many scenes in the musical that are just talking the director has decided to have us all do Improv instead. Not too sure how that's all going to work out, but I'm a little worried because I'm really not very good at improvisation. Especially not in a larger group of people, which is how I think she's going to organize it. Of course, I could be completely wrong and it could turn out to be really good and I'll do a fantastic job, make everyone laugh (because I'm being a good comic, not because I do something stupid), and then at least get called back for the role of Little Red.
That's my current goal- get called back. Then at least I'll know that I'm being considered. I hate it when you don't get called back for any of the major roles and then you just sit around twiddling your thumbs for the rest of the week, waiting for the cast list to be posted. Then comes the morning that the list is posted and you scan the list in search of your name only to discover that it's not there, and then you get to spend the rest of the day trying to hold back your tears of disappointment. Not that I'm speaking from experience or anything...
The outlook at least looks somewhat brighter this year though because I was actually in the musical last year, so hopefully I managed to show the director my dedication and talent through that, and she'll decide that she simply must have me in the show. As Little Red.
I'm going to get some shut eye now, so that I might be well rested and refreshed for the auditions tomorrow. Wish me luck! Cross your fingers for me ALL DAY. Just kidding! (Sort of...)
31 August, 2010
27 August, 2010
This One's for the Guys
Because I feel so bad about not having time to blog much this week, and because I meant to blog about this a few days ago, but forgot to I am going to write two blogs today.
This one is more of an apology to the males of Earth (sorry extraterrestrials). I feel the need to write this "letter", so to speak, because I recall (I'm sure you do too) writing a particularly bitter blog about how I have no date for Homecoming, and have never had a boy friend(my younger sister has had like five, but until recently I didn't realize how hypocritical I was being.
Besides the fact that I like the tradition of guys asking girls out- it's more romantic, it reminds me of Jane Austen (if you don't know who that is, go away), and, I don't know, I've just always felt that that was just the way things were supposed to work- there's another reason that I'd rather be asked then to be the one doing the asking. That reason is fear of rejection.
I think everyone, even guys, can relate to that fear. Now, I want all the girls reading this to think of this from the guys' perspective:
They're expected to be the askers, but they also have this fear of being rejected by us. Then we get frustrated because none of them will ask us to the big dance, or whatever.
What I'm trying to get at is that we should try and remember (I say try because I realize it's sometimes difficult to be patient) that feeling of fear whenever we're stressing about guys. Maybe girls could even get up the nerve to ask a guy out. Sure they could say no, but isn't that the same for guys? They ask girls out all the time, yet there is always that possibility of rejection.
So, males of Earth, I'm sorry that I often complain about never being asked to anything by you. With this new insight I realize it isn't always because I'm not pretty enough, or funny enough, or *insert adjective here* enough, it's because you're just as afraid of rejection as I am. And I will willingly admit that.
I am afraid to ask a guy to Homecoming, or anything for that matter, because I am terrified (even more so than I am before an audition) that they aren't going to say yes. That they might, for any number of reasons, say no. It's something I probably won't even be able to handle. I really have to give you men props because, even if it's not for awhile, you eventually work past that fear of rejection. Well, at least enough to actually ask a girl out.
Here's hoping that you boys manage to successfully make it past that terrified stage, and that you understand that us girls are just as worried about being rejected as you are. Also, if one girl rejects you, then she isn't the girl you're meant to be with anyway, so do your best to get over her and move on to bigger and better prospects.
This one is more of an apology to the males of Earth (sorry extraterrestrials). I feel the need to write this "letter", so to speak, because I recall (I'm sure you do too) writing a particularly bitter blog about how I have no date for Homecoming, and have never had a boy friend(my younger sister has had like five, but until recently I didn't realize how hypocritical I was being.
Besides the fact that I like the tradition of guys asking girls out- it's more romantic, it reminds me of Jane Austen (if you don't know who that is, go away), and, I don't know, I've just always felt that that was just the way things were supposed to work- there's another reason that I'd rather be asked then to be the one doing the asking. That reason is fear of rejection.
I think everyone, even guys, can relate to that fear. Now, I want all the girls reading this to think of this from the guys' perspective:
They're expected to be the askers, but they also have this fear of being rejected by us. Then we get frustrated because none of them will ask us to the big dance, or whatever.
What I'm trying to get at is that we should try and remember (I say try because I realize it's sometimes difficult to be patient) that feeling of fear whenever we're stressing about guys. Maybe girls could even get up the nerve to ask a guy out. Sure they could say no, but isn't that the same for guys? They ask girls out all the time, yet there is always that possibility of rejection.
So, males of Earth, I'm sorry that I often complain about never being asked to anything by you. With this new insight I realize it isn't always because I'm not pretty enough, or funny enough, or *insert adjective here* enough, it's because you're just as afraid of rejection as I am. And I will willingly admit that.
I am afraid to ask a guy to Homecoming, or anything for that matter, because I am terrified (even more so than I am before an audition) that they aren't going to say yes. That they might, for any number of reasons, say no. It's something I probably won't even be able to handle. I really have to give you men props because, even if it's not for awhile, you eventually work past that fear of rejection. Well, at least enough to actually ask a girl out.
Here's hoping that you boys manage to successfully make it past that terrified stage, and that you understand that us girls are just as worried about being rejected as you are. Also, if one girl rejects you, then she isn't the girl you're meant to be with anyway, so do your best to get over her and move on to bigger and better prospects.
Homecoming Update
Tonight was/is the first home football game of the season at my school, so obviously I was the first in line to buy a ticket wearing nothing but red and black (Our school colors).
FALSE.
I didn't even go to the game, and I probably won't go to one until the Homecoming game. Why is that? Well, as it turns out, I am going to Homecoming and so I figured I should do it up right by also attending the game, per the customary tradition. Now before you get all excited because you think some guy finally got the guts to ask me, don't. Because that didn't happen. I am simply going because I am being a fantastic friend (long story short: My friend was having some sibling issues and I could solve them by going to Homecoming in her group) and a small part of me sort of wants to go with, or without, a date.
The good news is that I at least won't be the only person in the group without a date; roughly about five other girls are going stag as well. I'm sure you're all interested about who is in my Homecoming group, and if not, I'm going to tell you anyway. My group consists of people in choir; most are in the top two (Madrigals and Vivace!) but there are some, or maybe just one, girl who is in another choir. There may even be a girl not even in choir... I don't really know many details about my group because I just recently joined and I didn't even tell the girl organizing everything that I was tagging along; I had my friend tell her. You can tell how much I care about this can't you?
Actually, all sarcasm aside, I really do kind of care about going. I mean I'll get to see my friend, who has never made an attempt to be feminine, wear a dress and dance with her date. I'm sure I'll end up enjoying myself and making memories that will last me a very long time.
At least I hope I have fun...
'Cause it would stink if I didn't.
On a semi-unrelated note, I survived my first week of school! It was quite stressful, but I at least managed to make it through with minimal episodes of histerical crying. That's a major accomplishment for me, since lately I'm becoming more and more emotional... Further adding to the amount of baggage the poor guy who eventually, for whatever reason, finds me a suitable girl to date.
I apologize for not being able to write more this week, as I said I was stressed, and I just didn't have time to sit down and blog. Sad face. Hopefully this next week will be better and I'll be able to get more blogs out. I might even try writing some during my Newspaper period when I'm at a loss as to what I can write about... Just don't tell my teacher.
Well, I am going to go driving with my dad now; only like forty-thousand more hours to go! UGH. I really just want my license. Like NOW.
Oh, and since I'm sure you were wondering (I was): the correct spelling of the french word for "me" is "moi". You're welcome.
FALSE.
I didn't even go to the game, and I probably won't go to one until the Homecoming game. Why is that? Well, as it turns out, I am going to Homecoming and so I figured I should do it up right by also attending the game, per the customary tradition. Now before you get all excited because you think some guy finally got the guts to ask me, don't. Because that didn't happen. I am simply going because I am being a fantastic friend (long story short: My friend was having some sibling issues and I could solve them by going to Homecoming in her group) and a small part of me sort of wants to go with, or without, a date.
The good news is that I at least won't be the only person in the group without a date; roughly about five other girls are going stag as well. I'm sure you're all interested about who is in my Homecoming group, and if not, I'm going to tell you anyway. My group consists of people in choir; most are in the top two (Madrigals and Vivace!) but there are some, or maybe just one, girl who is in another choir. There may even be a girl not even in choir... I don't really know many details about my group because I just recently joined and I didn't even tell the girl organizing everything that I was tagging along; I had my friend tell her. You can tell how much I care about this can't you?
Actually, all sarcasm aside, I really do kind of care about going. I mean I'll get to see my friend, who has never made an attempt to be feminine, wear a dress and dance with her date. I'm sure I'll end up enjoying myself and making memories that will last me a very long time.
At least I hope I have fun...
'Cause it would stink if I didn't.
On a semi-unrelated note, I survived my first week of school! It was quite stressful, but I at least managed to make it through with minimal episodes of histerical crying. That's a major accomplishment for me, since lately I'm becoming more and more emotional... Further adding to the amount of baggage the poor guy who eventually, for whatever reason, finds me a suitable girl to date.
I apologize for not being able to write more this week, as I said I was stressed, and I just didn't have time to sit down and blog. Sad face. Hopefully this next week will be better and I'll be able to get more blogs out. I might even try writing some during my Newspaper period when I'm at a loss as to what I can write about... Just don't tell my teacher.
Well, I am going to go driving with my dad now; only like forty-thousand more hours to go! UGH. I really just want my license. Like NOW.
Oh, and since I'm sure you were wondering (I was): the correct spelling of the french word for "me" is "moi". You're welcome.
24 August, 2010
My Favorite Teacher is Anti-Disney?
I've only been back at school for a total of two days and I have already had an emotional break-down. Mind you, it only lasted for about five minutes because that's all the time I had to spare for my emotions. Yep, you heard me right, I have to schedule in my emotional break-downs. That's how busy I already am with school! It's insane; junior year is seriously going to be the most stressful year of my life.
Though I suppose you would rather I talk about something more uplifting or at least more interesting than my issues with the new school year...
So, I have this one teacher, my English teacher, who absolutely hates Disney; He told me it's evil. When I first heard about him from friends last year, I thought that he and I were not going to get along at all because I think Disney is one of the best things since sliced bread. As it turns out, I was wrong. English is my favorite class so far this year (Yes, I realize it's only been two days, but you know what they say about good first impressions and whatnot), and he is my favorite teacher of the year. One of the things I really like about him is that he wants this class to be a place where we can express our opinions without being prosecuted or judged, which I find appealing because my opinions are often some of the least popular; especially when it comes to religion, but I won't get into that today.
Another reason that I liked my teacher from the very moment I met him was due to the fact that he was wearing a really nice suit. Now I know this may sound silly, but something I value is a man's ability to be well dressed. And my English teacher is not too bad looking either, but don't worry I don't have a crush on him or anything. There's absolutely nothing wrong with recognizing a good looking person.
Going back to his hatred for Disney, I came up with an idea awhile back when I first found out that I was going to have him as my teacher. I decided that I was going to color him a page from my Disney Princess coloring book every night, so that every day of the school year I would have a page to tape to the wall of his classroom. I know that might sound kind of strange, or insane considering that the man abhors Disney (especially the princesses), but that's sort of me in a nut shell- insane, annoying, and crazy. Oh, and I forgot intimidating (something that I have started to work on this year).
Anyway, I like this idea, even if you all think I'm crazy (Which I am, so what does it even matter?), and I feel like my teacher won't hate me for it. It'll be more like that thing that you act annoyed about, but really you feel appreciated because someone took this time to do something just for you.
I also forgot to mention that my English teacher has a very sarcastic, dry sense of humor, which is fantastic because it's very similar to mine, and so I get all his jokes. It's also funny because some kids in my class don't understand his humor at all and just laugh because other people are laughing.
Why are high schoolers all such sheep?
I guess it's just a maturity thing.
Well, hopefully these last two days of your lives have been far less stressful than mine.
Though I suppose you would rather I talk about something more uplifting or at least more interesting than my issues with the new school year...
So, I have this one teacher, my English teacher, who absolutely hates Disney; He told me it's evil. When I first heard about him from friends last year, I thought that he and I were not going to get along at all because I think Disney is one of the best things since sliced bread. As it turns out, I was wrong. English is my favorite class so far this year (Yes, I realize it's only been two days, but you know what they say about good first impressions and whatnot), and he is my favorite teacher of the year. One of the things I really like about him is that he wants this class to be a place where we can express our opinions without being prosecuted or judged, which I find appealing because my opinions are often some of the least popular; especially when it comes to religion, but I won't get into that today.
Another reason that I liked my teacher from the very moment I met him was due to the fact that he was wearing a really nice suit. Now I know this may sound silly, but something I value is a man's ability to be well dressed. And my English teacher is not too bad looking either, but don't worry I don't have a crush on him or anything. There's absolutely nothing wrong with recognizing a good looking person.
Going back to his hatred for Disney, I came up with an idea awhile back when I first found out that I was going to have him as my teacher. I decided that I was going to color him a page from my Disney Princess coloring book every night, so that every day of the school year I would have a page to tape to the wall of his classroom. I know that might sound kind of strange, or insane considering that the man abhors Disney (especially the princesses), but that's sort of me in a nut shell- insane, annoying, and crazy. Oh, and I forgot intimidating (something that I have started to work on this year).
Anyway, I like this idea, even if you all think I'm crazy (Which I am, so what does it even matter?), and I feel like my teacher won't hate me for it. It'll be more like that thing that you act annoyed about, but really you feel appreciated because someone took this time to do something just for you.
I also forgot to mention that my English teacher has a very sarcastic, dry sense of humor, which is fantastic because it's very similar to mine, and so I get all his jokes. It's also funny because some kids in my class don't understand his humor at all and just laugh because other people are laughing.
Why are high schoolers all such sheep?
I guess it's just a maturity thing.
Well, hopefully these last two days of your lives have been far less stressful than mine.
20 August, 2010
My Very Own Magic Wand
Guess what.
Go on, guess.
YOU'RE WRONG. (Well, I suppose you could be right, but you're probably not.)
I actually finished reading Great Gatsby this morning!
Isn't that exciting? It made me happy because now I only need to read the first chapter of Walden and I'll have completed my required summer reading. That might sound like a pretty simple task; it's only the first chapter right? Well technically, yes, but it's 65 pages long. UGH. The worst part is that it's not even a story- it's philosophy.
So, I you can't really blame me for not wanting to read right now. But my English teacher can blame me if I fail the test we're going to have on the first day of school, which is on Monday. Which means I really do need to finish those 65 pages by Sunday night... or Monday morning... or the period before I have English. Just kidding! I'm not that much of a procrastinator, or at least I won't be this time. (I hope.)
Alright, enough of my summer reading; it's really not that exciting.
The only thing is, I really don't have anything very exciting to tell you all today. Ha. "You all"... I'm not even sure if that's an accurate description of how many people read this thing. That is probably more fitting for someone with at least twenty readers. Maybe.
Anyway, I guess I'll tell you about my new curler. My mother and my sister went to the store today because my sister needed some stuff for school and a new straightener. Well, they returned home with one of those curling wands for my sister and I to share! This got me pretty excited because I have quite a lot of hair (think horse tail) and it usually takes me like two hours, sometime three, to curl my hair. But I had been told by many people that with this wand thing you only had to hold your hair to the heat for approximately twenty seconds. Of course, I sort of thought that was too good to be true, but somewhere in the back of my brain I sincerely hoped that it would work. Well today, that little part of my noggin got what it wished for! This wand really is magical!
Yep, that's right; today I successfully curled my hair in thirty minutes! Look out world, this girl is going to be curling her hair A LOT. Normally I just straighten it, but now I can actually have some variation in my hairstyle, which will be nice. Plus, I actually like my hair curly more than I like it straight (probably because we always want what we can't have), but now, I CAN have what I want! It's fantastic.
Well, I'd love to continue talking about my hair, but those 65 pages aren't going to read themselves! Wish me luck! Hopefully I won't fall asleep...
Go on, guess.
YOU'RE WRONG. (Well, I suppose you could be right, but you're probably not.)
I actually finished reading Great Gatsby this morning!
Isn't that exciting? It made me happy because now I only need to read the first chapter of Walden and I'll have completed my required summer reading. That might sound like a pretty simple task; it's only the first chapter right? Well technically, yes, but it's 65 pages long. UGH. The worst part is that it's not even a story- it's philosophy.
So, I you can't really blame me for not wanting to read right now. But my English teacher can blame me if I fail the test we're going to have on the first day of school, which is on Monday. Which means I really do need to finish those 65 pages by Sunday night... or Monday morning... or the period before I have English. Just kidding! I'm not that much of a procrastinator, or at least I won't be this time. (I hope.)
Alright, enough of my summer reading; it's really not that exciting.
The only thing is, I really don't have anything very exciting to tell you all today. Ha. "You all"... I'm not even sure if that's an accurate description of how many people read this thing. That is probably more fitting for someone with at least twenty readers. Maybe.
Anyway, I guess I'll tell you about my new curler. My mother and my sister went to the store today because my sister needed some stuff for school and a new straightener. Well, they returned home with one of those curling wands for my sister and I to share! This got me pretty excited because I have quite a lot of hair (think horse tail) and it usually takes me like two hours, sometime three, to curl my hair. But I had been told by many people that with this wand thing you only had to hold your hair to the heat for approximately twenty seconds. Of course, I sort of thought that was too good to be true, but somewhere in the back of my brain I sincerely hoped that it would work. Well today, that little part of my noggin got what it wished for! This wand really is magical!
Yep, that's right; today I successfully curled my hair in thirty minutes! Look out world, this girl is going to be curling her hair A LOT. Normally I just straighten it, but now I can actually have some variation in my hairstyle, which will be nice. Plus, I actually like my hair curly more than I like it straight (probably because we always want what we can't have), but now, I CAN have what I want! It's fantastic.
Well, I'd love to continue talking about my hair, but those 65 pages aren't going to read themselves! Wish me luck! Hopefully I won't fall asleep...
19 August, 2010
Lions and Tigers and Bears- OH MY!
Today I had the pleasure of going to the Dallas Zoo with two of my friends. It was such a fantastic day! We got there at 9:30, so thankfully there weren't many guests right away. In fact, there weren't many people enjoying the animals today. Not that I'm complaining; it was nice that the zoo wasn't too crowded. I'm not a fan of crowds.
It wasn't until we arrived at the front gates that I realized how long it had been since I'd visited a zoo. Too long. Much too long. I think my friends and I should make a plan to go to the zoo once every couple of months.
All little kids should experience the joy that only a trip to the zoo can bring. I can remember my parents taking me to the zoo when I was like five. Back when my favorite animal was the elephant. (Now it's the tiger. 'Cause I'm sure you all care very much, right? Right.)Anyway, parents need to take their kids to the zoo because it's a magical experience for a child. I mean, where else will they get to see the exotic creatures of Madagascar or Africa? Well, unless their family plans a trip to either of those places- nowhere. Children should be able to see lions, tigers, and bears before they reach the age where going to the zoo is a juvenile thing to do.
Clarification: You are never too old to go to a zoo.
Second reason to take your kids to the zoo would have to be the fact that when you do get older and all the things you used to think were for little kids when you were in middle school (i.e. Disney movies and going to the zoo) have once again become "cool" you'll get an urge to go to the zoo. Once you arrive you'll have flashbacks to your childhood and how much fun you had at your earlier visits to the zoo!
At least that’s what happened to me. It actually made my zoo experience more enjoyable because I sort of felt like a little kid again… well not really little, but you get what I mean (I hope). It was really nice to be able to be a little silly and what not because as I continue to age my life gets more and more stressful and it was nice to just relax and let loose for a few hours.
Well, I don’t want to make this blog post too long because I realize that my last one got a little ranty (yes, that is now a word) and turned out to be the longest post I’ve written so far, and I don’t want to overload your brains with too much me.
Hopefully I have now inspired you all to take a trip to the zoo, and to be sure and take your children should you ever have any. (I’m sure most of you will someday, just not you BFFAE.)
Second Clarification: BFFAE stand for Best Friends Forever And Ever.
Third Clarification: The reason she’s not allowed to reproduce would be due to her hatred for children and the fact that we need to end the passing of such crazy, ginger genes on to future generations.
You’re welcome future world.
It wasn't until we arrived at the front gates that I realized how long it had been since I'd visited a zoo. Too long. Much too long. I think my friends and I should make a plan to go to the zoo once every couple of months.
All little kids should experience the joy that only a trip to the zoo can bring. I can remember my parents taking me to the zoo when I was like five. Back when my favorite animal was the elephant. (Now it's the tiger. 'Cause I'm sure you all care very much, right? Right.)Anyway, parents need to take their kids to the zoo because it's a magical experience for a child. I mean, where else will they get to see the exotic creatures of Madagascar or Africa? Well, unless their family plans a trip to either of those places- nowhere. Children should be able to see lions, tigers, and bears before they reach the age where going to the zoo is a juvenile thing to do.
Clarification: You are never too old to go to a zoo.
Second reason to take your kids to the zoo would have to be the fact that when you do get older and all the things you used to think were for little kids when you were in middle school (i.e. Disney movies and going to the zoo) have once again become "cool" you'll get an urge to go to the zoo. Once you arrive you'll have flashbacks to your childhood and how much fun you had at your earlier visits to the zoo!
At least that’s what happened to me. It actually made my zoo experience more enjoyable because I sort of felt like a little kid again… well not really little, but you get what I mean (I hope). It was really nice to be able to be a little silly and what not because as I continue to age my life gets more and more stressful and it was nice to just relax and let loose for a few hours.
Well, I don’t want to make this blog post too long because I realize that my last one got a little ranty (yes, that is now a word) and turned out to be the longest post I’ve written so far, and I don’t want to overload your brains with too much me.
Hopefully I have now inspired you all to take a trip to the zoo, and to be sure and take your children should you ever have any. (I’m sure most of you will someday, just not you BFFAE.)
Second Clarification: BFFAE stand for Best Friends Forever And Ever.
Third Clarification: The reason she’s not allowed to reproduce would be due to her hatred for children and the fact that we need to end the passing of such crazy, ginger genes on to future generations.
You’re welcome future world.
18 August, 2010
Harry Freaking Potter
I saw "Vampires Suck" today! And while it wasn't as good as I had thought it was going to be- I was still impressed because the acting was really good. It takes skill to act as terrible as Robert Pattinson and Kristin Stewart. (If you couldn't tell, I don't think highly of either of them.)
Anyway, being at the movies reminded me of how much I am looking forward to the first part of the "Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows" movies coming out. (November 19th in case you were wondering.) Despite the fact that I can always find something in every Potter film to complain about, I really am excited about the last two movies. "Why?" you ask. Well, even though it upsets me that they have mangled the plots and couldn't even manage to get Daniel Radcliff some green contacts, I am a dedicated fan to the Harry Potter franchise.
Plus, the acting is amazing. Rupert Grint is so talented (not to mention Alan Rickman, Dame Maggie Smith and practically every other actor in the movies), and it's sad because he is often overlooked as one of the stars of the series. For example, my friend once showed me this one edition of Seventeen magazine that featured Daniel and Emma on the cover, but was captioned something along the lines of "The Golden Trio". Naturally, this offended my friend and I. First of all, since when were two people considered a trio? I mean, COME ON. Additionally, Rupert's character (Ron Weasley for those of you with low IQ's) is a larger role than Emma's (Hermione Granger). Then, in the corresponding article inside the magazine, they claimed it was a story about, once again, "The Golden Trio", but they only mentioned Rupert Grint in maybe one sentence squeezed in at the end of the article. Rude much?
Thankfully, Harry Potter fans did not stand for this lack of Ron recognition. My friend spotted an angry letter to the editor in the following edition referring to the very article that had upset us both. I wouldn't be surprised if there were many other similar letters written as well. The letter complained about how Rupert had not been on the cover of the magazine with his co-stars and how even though they titled the article "The Golden Trio", the article did not feature all three of the actors. It made me glad that others shared my anger when it came to this article.
I feel kind of bad for Rupert, not often though because I mean he is rich, famous, and attractive, but when stuff like this happens, I do. Poor Rupert always seems to be pushed to the back so that Emma and Daniel can take the spotlight. I realize why this happens though. You see, Daniel is the start of the movies, so obviously he has to be the main focus. As for Emma, she is much more attractive than Hermione was supposed to be. If you read the books you notice that there are many things JK Rowling uses to describe Hermione, and things that happen in the book that prove my point.
Examples:
1. Hermione has buck teeth. (Not saying those make you ugly, but they certainly don't make you look like Emma Watson.)
2. Her unmanageable and incredibly frizzy hair. (Once again, not ugly, but not movie star beautiful either.)
3. At the Yule Ball, Hermione actually puts effort into her appearance and no one, not even her two best friends, are able to recognize her. Now, if you watch the fourth movie, the fact that Harry and Ron don't know who's with Krum is ridiculous; the only difference between normal movie Hermione and that Hermione is that she's in a dress and has a prom hairdo. In fact, in all the movies, with the exception being the first film, Hermione has exceptionally nice hair. It looks better than mine on a good day.
Hermione was not supposed to have good hair except when she used a lot of product for the Yule Ball.
4. Hermione is not Harry's love interest. If the Hermione in the book had been as attractive as Emma Watson as Hermione, then Harry would have dated her instead of Ginny. That's just how these kind of things work. The main character and the girl best friend ALWAYS end up together. The exception being if the female BFFL is not really pretty. In this case, the female friend dates/marries the OTHER guy friend.
Even my dad, who hasn't read the Harry Potter series and just watches the movies, mentioned how Hermione should have gone out with Harry. This upset me because, of course, I ship Hermione/Ron (as this is how it was always meant to be). I'm not saying that I want them to make Emma Watson look really unattractive, just that her hair should not have been so sleek and shiny with perfect curls- it should have been frizzier.
I do understand why they didn't make Emma play the less-attractive version of Hermione though. It's really quite simple- they wanted a "hot girl" to attract more boys/creepy older men to the movies.
The same basic principle is the reason why I watch the television show "White Collar". The main character, Neil Caffrey (played by Matt Bomber), is one of the most gorgeous men I have ever seen. He has piercing blue eyes, for which I have a major soft spot for, but then again who doesn't? In the show he only wears really classy suits, shirts, ties and shoes. Plus, sometimes he rocks a fedora (one of my favorite hats). Then, to top it all off, in this week’s episode there was an entire scene in which he was shirtless! And I had thought he couldn't get any more attractive... How naive I was.
But I digress...
Anyway, I guess the whole point of this blog was just that I'm anxious for the next Harry Potter movie and I'm also sad that soon, the series will be over and I won't have anymore nerd sessions to attend (the midnight premieres). It's enough to make a girl cry. But don't worry- I'll save my tears for the end of the last movie.
You know what the saddest part is? I have yet to attend a midnight premiere for any movie, this includes the Harry Potters. It's because they always fall on a school night and my parents won't allow me to go. Major sad face.
Well, I sincerely hope that you all are as excited as I am for the last two movies, and you should all go to the midnight premiere for me because I doubt I'll be able to go.
"You're Harry Freaking Potter; we don't prefer Gandalf, Merlin, or Oz.
You're a whole lot hotter, with that lightning scar you're a super star to us all."
Anyway, being at the movies reminded me of how much I am looking forward to the first part of the "Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows" movies coming out. (November 19th in case you were wondering.) Despite the fact that I can always find something in every Potter film to complain about, I really am excited about the last two movies. "Why?" you ask. Well, even though it upsets me that they have mangled the plots and couldn't even manage to get Daniel Radcliff some green contacts, I am a dedicated fan to the Harry Potter franchise.
Plus, the acting is amazing. Rupert Grint is so talented (not to mention Alan Rickman, Dame Maggie Smith and practically every other actor in the movies), and it's sad because he is often overlooked as one of the stars of the series. For example, my friend once showed me this one edition of Seventeen magazine that featured Daniel and Emma on the cover, but was captioned something along the lines of "The Golden Trio". Naturally, this offended my friend and I. First of all, since when were two people considered a trio? I mean, COME ON. Additionally, Rupert's character (Ron Weasley for those of you with low IQ's) is a larger role than Emma's (Hermione Granger). Then, in the corresponding article inside the magazine, they claimed it was a story about, once again, "The Golden Trio", but they only mentioned Rupert Grint in maybe one sentence squeezed in at the end of the article. Rude much?
Thankfully, Harry Potter fans did not stand for this lack of Ron recognition. My friend spotted an angry letter to the editor in the following edition referring to the very article that had upset us both. I wouldn't be surprised if there were many other similar letters written as well. The letter complained about how Rupert had not been on the cover of the magazine with his co-stars and how even though they titled the article "The Golden Trio", the article did not feature all three of the actors. It made me glad that others shared my anger when it came to this article.
I feel kind of bad for Rupert, not often though because I mean he is rich, famous, and attractive, but when stuff like this happens, I do. Poor Rupert always seems to be pushed to the back so that Emma and Daniel can take the spotlight. I realize why this happens though. You see, Daniel is the start of the movies, so obviously he has to be the main focus. As for Emma, she is much more attractive than Hermione was supposed to be. If you read the books you notice that there are many things JK Rowling uses to describe Hermione, and things that happen in the book that prove my point.
Examples:
1. Hermione has buck teeth. (Not saying those make you ugly, but they certainly don't make you look like Emma Watson.)
2. Her unmanageable and incredibly frizzy hair. (Once again, not ugly, but not movie star beautiful either.)
3. At the Yule Ball, Hermione actually puts effort into her appearance and no one, not even her two best friends, are able to recognize her. Now, if you watch the fourth movie, the fact that Harry and Ron don't know who's with Krum is ridiculous; the only difference between normal movie Hermione and that Hermione is that she's in a dress and has a prom hairdo. In fact, in all the movies, with the exception being the first film, Hermione has exceptionally nice hair. It looks better than mine on a good day.
Hermione was not supposed to have good hair except when she used a lot of product for the Yule Ball.
4. Hermione is not Harry's love interest. If the Hermione in the book had been as attractive as Emma Watson as Hermione, then Harry would have dated her instead of Ginny. That's just how these kind of things work. The main character and the girl best friend ALWAYS end up together. The exception being if the female BFFL is not really pretty. In this case, the female friend dates/marries the OTHER guy friend.
Even my dad, who hasn't read the Harry Potter series and just watches the movies, mentioned how Hermione should have gone out with Harry. This upset me because, of course, I ship Hermione/Ron (as this is how it was always meant to be). I'm not saying that I want them to make Emma Watson look really unattractive, just that her hair should not have been so sleek and shiny with perfect curls- it should have been frizzier.
I do understand why they didn't make Emma play the less-attractive version of Hermione though. It's really quite simple- they wanted a "hot girl" to attract more boys/creepy older men to the movies.
The same basic principle is the reason why I watch the television show "White Collar". The main character, Neil Caffrey (played by Matt Bomber), is one of the most gorgeous men I have ever seen. He has piercing blue eyes, for which I have a major soft spot for, but then again who doesn't? In the show he only wears really classy suits, shirts, ties and shoes. Plus, sometimes he rocks a fedora (one of my favorite hats). Then, to top it all off, in this week’s episode there was an entire scene in which he was shirtless! And I had thought he couldn't get any more attractive... How naive I was.
But I digress...
Anyway, I guess the whole point of this blog was just that I'm anxious for the next Harry Potter movie and I'm also sad that soon, the series will be over and I won't have anymore nerd sessions to attend (the midnight premieres). It's enough to make a girl cry. But don't worry- I'll save my tears for the end of the last movie.
You know what the saddest part is? I have yet to attend a midnight premiere for any movie, this includes the Harry Potters. It's because they always fall on a school night and my parents won't allow me to go. Major sad face.
Well, I sincerely hope that you all are as excited as I am for the last two movies, and you should all go to the midnight premiere for me because I doubt I'll be able to go.
"You're Harry Freaking Potter; we don't prefer Gandalf, Merlin, or Oz.
You're a whole lot hotter, with that lightning scar you're a super star to us all."
15 August, 2010
I Wish, More than Anything
Yesterday, I attended a workshop hosted by my school's drama club for the upcoming musical, "Into the Woods". The whole point of going to this workshop is to give you a leg up on the people who don't come. (At least that's the plan, but it doesn't always work that way.) We get a packet upon arrival filled with the girls' auditions pieces and a CD that has all the audition songs on it for our listening pleasure.
Our day started at 9:30am and we spent three hours learning the pieces with the music director. Then we were allowed an hour for lunch and then it was back to the auditorium for the opportunity to perform the songs individually for the director. At least, that was the plan, but our director decided to split up the group of kids and half of them stayed with her; the half that my friend and I belonged to got to go into the Black Box and work with another Theatre teacher at our school. This did not please me. I have two main reasons why:
1. Until the last week of school this year, he had basically ignored me, and it was very clear that I had somehow offended him (though I was at a loss as to how).
2. He wasn't going to be directing the musical; the whole point of performing at this workshop was to receive feedback from the women whom we were trying to impress come auditions.
To make matters worse, the guy who we were stuck with had us perform as a group! That was NOT supposed to be the point of this afternoon session. I had been looking forward to performing by myself because I felt that it better help me prepare for the auditions, but I was disappointed.
Anyway, I promised myself that I wouldn't dwell too much on that because I've already ranted to three or four of my friends and I just need to move on.
Soooo, after learning all the songs at the workshop I decided on two songs that I plan on singing at the auditions. One is sung by Little Red, "I Know Things Now", and the other by the Baker's Wife, "Moments in the Woods". Thankfully, I won't have to sing these songs in their entirety because for the auditions we are only required to learn the cuts.
Interesting side note, the Baker's Wife doesn't really have a name. Throughout the entire play she isn't referred to as anything. I think it's fascinating. Sondheim probably did that so that then people could more easily relate to her character. The Baker and his wife are the only two characters in the show not from a fairy tale and so it's more like two people who have been thrown into this imaginary world, which turns out to be more like a nightmare.
Alright, I'm done given you guys a synopsis, so to speak, of the play; if you are still curious then use the resource already at your fingertips (The internet- more specifically- Google.)
Oh, and don't think that I'm done blogging about "Into the Woods" just yet. I still have the auditions coming up and so I will definitely be telling you all about it, since I apparently have nothing better to do. Not that I don't enjoy sharing my life with total strangers.
In case you were wondering, I don't really care what role I get (though I do draw the line at the horse's rear end), but I would love to be Little Red or the Baker's Wife. Baker's Wife is my first choice, but that's more of a dream than something I think will actually happen. Though dreams have come true before, so why not this one?
"Now I understand, and it's time to leave the woods."
Our day started at 9:30am and we spent three hours learning the pieces with the music director. Then we were allowed an hour for lunch and then it was back to the auditorium for the opportunity to perform the songs individually for the director. At least, that was the plan, but our director decided to split up the group of kids and half of them stayed with her; the half that my friend and I belonged to got to go into the Black Box and work with another Theatre teacher at our school. This did not please me. I have two main reasons why:
1. Until the last week of school this year, he had basically ignored me, and it was very clear that I had somehow offended him (though I was at a loss as to how).
2. He wasn't going to be directing the musical; the whole point of performing at this workshop was to receive feedback from the women whom we were trying to impress come auditions.
To make matters worse, the guy who we were stuck with had us perform as a group! That was NOT supposed to be the point of this afternoon session. I had been looking forward to performing by myself because I felt that it better help me prepare for the auditions, but I was disappointed.
Anyway, I promised myself that I wouldn't dwell too much on that because I've already ranted to three or four of my friends and I just need to move on.
Soooo, after learning all the songs at the workshop I decided on two songs that I plan on singing at the auditions. One is sung by Little Red, "I Know Things Now", and the other by the Baker's Wife, "Moments in the Woods". Thankfully, I won't have to sing these songs in their entirety because for the auditions we are only required to learn the cuts.
Interesting side note, the Baker's Wife doesn't really have a name. Throughout the entire play she isn't referred to as anything. I think it's fascinating. Sondheim probably did that so that then people could more easily relate to her character. The Baker and his wife are the only two characters in the show not from a fairy tale and so it's more like two people who have been thrown into this imaginary world, which turns out to be more like a nightmare.
Alright, I'm done given you guys a synopsis, so to speak, of the play; if you are still curious then use the resource already at your fingertips (The internet- more specifically- Google.)
Oh, and don't think that I'm done blogging about "Into the Woods" just yet. I still have the auditions coming up and so I will definitely be telling you all about it, since I apparently have nothing better to do. Not that I don't enjoy sharing my life with total strangers.
In case you were wondering, I don't really care what role I get (though I do draw the line at the horse's rear end), but I would love to be Little Red or the Baker's Wife. Baker's Wife is my first choice, but that's more of a dream than something I think will actually happen. Though dreams have come true before, so why not this one?
"Now I understand, and it's time to leave the woods."
14 August, 2010
For The Guys Who Can't Sit Through Another Vampire Movie
If you have cable and watch decent shows on a semi-regular basis, then you've probably seen commercials for the new movie coming about called "Vampires Suck". It's from the people who brought you the "Scary Movies" (I've forgotten how many there are...), "Kick A**" (At least I think so. Hmm.), and "Dance Flick".
If you haven't guessed, or seen the commercials, it's a parody of Twlight! I highly recommend that you go and watch the trailer on Youtube if you're still in the dark about this amazing up-and-coming film.
If I'm not mistaken, and I'm usually not, then it comes out this Wednesday . My friends and I are already planning on going to the midnight premiere! I'm totally stoked to see this movie because, as you already know if you've read my previous posts, I do not like the books or the movies. At all. The sad thing is the actors they chose to play the characters in the movie look and act better than the original cast. Though I can't say that I'm surprised because afterall, Stephanie Meyer helped with the casting and I've already proven that she is incapable of being intelligent. (At least most of the time she is; I will admit that she has her moments... just not frequently.)
Anyway, if you weren't already planning on seeing this movie- I highly suggest that you do because it is sure to make you laugh. Well, it will if you've seen the other movies or read the books... If not, it will probably still be somewhat amusing, but you really should have prior knowledge if you want to understand everything.
Since I'm lazy, I just figure everyone else is too (and honestly there are quite a few people out there that this is a very true statement for), so I am going to be really nice and give you the movie trailer right here for your viewing pleasure:
If you haven't guessed, or seen the commercials, it's a parody of Twlight! I highly recommend that you go and watch the trailer on Youtube if you're still in the dark about this amazing up-and-coming film.
If I'm not mistaken, and I'm usually not, then it comes out this Wednesday . My friends and I are already planning on going to the midnight premiere! I'm totally stoked to see this movie because, as you already know if you've read my previous posts, I do not like the books or the movies. At all. The sad thing is the actors they chose to play the characters in the movie look and act better than the original cast. Though I can't say that I'm surprised because afterall, Stephanie Meyer helped with the casting and I've already proven that she is incapable of being intelligent. (At least most of the time she is; I will admit that she has her moments... just not frequently.)
Anyway, if you weren't already planning on seeing this movie- I highly suggest that you do because it is sure to make you laugh. Well, it will if you've seen the other movies or read the books... If not, it will probably still be somewhat amusing, but you really should have prior knowledge if you want to understand everything.
Since I'm lazy, I just figure everyone else is too (and honestly there are quite a few people out there that this is a very true statement for), so I am going to be really nice and give you the movie trailer right here for your viewing pleasure:
13 August, 2010
Dancing and Sports... EW
I live in Texas. Do you know what everything revolves around during the fall here?
Homecoming and football. Two of my least favorite aspects of high school.
Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying that it's not okay to like going to football games and wearing a giant mum that jingles obnoxiously every time you move.
You what the sad part is? I really want to go to Homecoming. The thing is, I won't go unless someone asks me, and that just doesn't seem to be something any of the guys at my school are interested in doing. Some of my friends say that it's because I "intimidate" them, which is totally plausible because a guy in my English class last year even told me that I was intimidating. But I'd like to think that I don't scare off every guy at my school.
Of course I don't mind if I intimidate the freshmen because honestly I don't really want to go with any of them; this group of incoming fish is especially annoying.
Some of you might be thinking "But why doesn't she just go by herself, or with a group of friends?". Well, you see, I don't have the self-confidence to go alone and my friends that are going all have dates, so I'd rather not be a third wheel.
Another reason I want a date is so that I can have a mum. My mom thinks that they are a stupid waste of money and doesn't think I should ever have one, but I like them. I've already sort of figured out what I'd want on a mum too. See, most of the girls have bears on their mums that usually have something to do with whatever group they're involved in, but I want Ron and Hermione bears. Yeah, I realize that might get some strange looks, but I would treasure it for years to come.
My mom thinks that if I want a mum so badly I should just make my own.
Okay, that would just make me look pathetic. And all day at school I would continually be asked who my date is, but I wouldn’t have one, so it’d just a be constant reminder of how I didn’t get asked. Who wants to deal with that? Not me.
The last reason I don’t really like Homecoming is the dance. Yes, I understand that is kind of the whole point of Homecoming, but I can’t dance. I’m not saying that to be modest or anything and I’m not exaggerating. I literally have practically zero rhythm, and I look like a fool when I try and dance. I tolerate dancing when it’s for a musical, but outside of the theatre, I don’t dance. So even if someone did ask me, there’s always the chance that I might just say no because I don’t know them very well and so I wouldn’t be comfortable showing them how awful a dancer I am.
The reason I don’t like football? That’s pretty simple. It’s a sport, and sports just don’t do anything for me. I don’t find them interesting. In fact, I get quite bored whenever I do find myself watching a game of football, basketball, golf, soccer, or baseball with my dad. I actually have been to some football games though. I went to some last year with my friends because we liked to watch the half-time show. We had a lot of friends in the band and a few in Color Guard (the flag twirlers), so we went to be supportive friends. Even though I don’t really like football, I’ll probably end up attending most of the home games because my friends will drag me there and I’ll end up having fun just talking and hanging out, but don’t expect me to know who won or what happened; I won’t be watching the game.
Homecoming and football. Two of my least favorite aspects of high school.
Don't get me wrong, I'm not saying that it's not okay to like going to football games and wearing a giant mum that jingles obnoxiously every time you move.
You what the sad part is? I really want to go to Homecoming. The thing is, I won't go unless someone asks me, and that just doesn't seem to be something any of the guys at my school are interested in doing. Some of my friends say that it's because I "intimidate" them, which is totally plausible because a guy in my English class last year even told me that I was intimidating. But I'd like to think that I don't scare off every guy at my school.
Of course I don't mind if I intimidate the freshmen because honestly I don't really want to go with any of them; this group of incoming fish is especially annoying.
Some of you might be thinking "But why doesn't she just go by herself, or with a group of friends?". Well, you see, I don't have the self-confidence to go alone and my friends that are going all have dates, so I'd rather not be a third wheel.
Another reason I want a date is so that I can have a mum. My mom thinks that they are a stupid waste of money and doesn't think I should ever have one, but I like them. I've already sort of figured out what I'd want on a mum too. See, most of the girls have bears on their mums that usually have something to do with whatever group they're involved in, but I want Ron and Hermione bears. Yeah, I realize that might get some strange looks, but I would treasure it for years to come.
My mom thinks that if I want a mum so badly I should just make my own.
Okay, that would just make me look pathetic. And all day at school I would continually be asked who my date is, but I wouldn’t have one, so it’d just a be constant reminder of how I didn’t get asked. Who wants to deal with that? Not me.
The last reason I don’t really like Homecoming is the dance. Yes, I understand that is kind of the whole point of Homecoming, but I can’t dance. I’m not saying that to be modest or anything and I’m not exaggerating. I literally have practically zero rhythm, and I look like a fool when I try and dance. I tolerate dancing when it’s for a musical, but outside of the theatre, I don’t dance. So even if someone did ask me, there’s always the chance that I might just say no because I don’t know them very well and so I wouldn’t be comfortable showing them how awful a dancer I am.
The reason I don’t like football? That’s pretty simple. It’s a sport, and sports just don’t do anything for me. I don’t find them interesting. In fact, I get quite bored whenever I do find myself watching a game of football, basketball, golf, soccer, or baseball with my dad. I actually have been to some football games though. I went to some last year with my friends because we liked to watch the half-time show. We had a lot of friends in the band and a few in Color Guard (the flag twirlers), so we went to be supportive friends. Even though I don’t really like football, I’ll probably end up attending most of the home games because my friends will drag me there and I’ll end up having fun just talking and hanging out, but don’t expect me to know who won or what happened; I won’t be watching the game.
12 August, 2010
My Future is Unlimited
What do you want to do with your life?
What do you want to be when you grow up?
Have you thought about colleges yet?
These are all questions that I've been bombarded with ever since my years in high school have started to zoom past.
As a junior, you really have to start worrying about getting into a good college and figuring out what kind of things you're interested in studying. Thankfully, I have basically known my major since the freshman year and last year I finalized my plans for college.
Dream Plan:
1. Go to Oxford.
2. Major in Musical Education.
3. Minor in Musical Theatre.
4. Fall in love with a British guy.
Okay, so that plan is obviously just a fantasy...
"Practical" Plan:
1. Go to UNT.
2. Major in Musical Education.
3. Minor in Musical Theatre.
So it's not much different, but it is more reasonable, and I can actually control all of those factors. Well, sort of.
If you hadn't already figured this out- I really want to teach. It's something I've wanted to do for awhile. I just didn't know what I wanted to teach. I couldn't pick between English, Theatre, and Choir. Then freshman year I realized that singing is my passion and if it wasn't for my middle school choir teacher I wouldn't have been where I am today in the chorale program. I thought about how I wanted to someday be able to give kids the same oppurtunities that she had given me, so I am going to be a choir teacher.
I haven't quite decided what grade I plan on teaching, I was leaning towards high school at least for a few years, but I am going to get my PhD and I want to eventually teach at the college level because let's face it- the pay is better and I'd get to pick when I teach.
So, I told all of this to my grandparents awhile ago because we got onto the subject of college and careers and whatnot. Anywho, she told me that I shouldn't be a teacher and should be a lawyer instead.
When I asked her why I shouldn't be a teacher she explained how teachers don't make any money, but lawyers make boatloads. I then pointed out that lawyers, while having a lot of cash, don't have time to really have a family and settle down. I also said that I didn't want to be a lawyer (brings back too many repressed, middle school history memories), and that I loved kids and wanted to teach.
She didn't really understand that line of thinking because she never attended a university, but that's okay; I don't have to take career advice from anyone if I don't want to. And in this case, I don't because I've already got my future planned (Hopfully that plan works fine for me!), and the people investing in my education, my parental units, fully support my decision to teach.
Maybe you've noticed that I haven't mentioned what I plan to do with a Minor in Musical Theatre yet. Well, dear reader, It's always been a dream of mine to perform on Broadway, so I intend to use that Minor for when I audition.
In case you were curious, these are some roles I would love to play (in order of conception):
1. Elphaba in "Wicked".
2. Maria in "The Sound of Music".
3. Belle in "Beauty and the Beast".
4. Ariel in "The Little Mermaid".
I really do hope you're seeing a theme. I want to be a star.
Of course, I realize this may never happen, but I will never stop hoping, dreaming, and praying that it will.
Until next time,
Future Choir Teacher/Broadway Star
What do you want to be when you grow up?
Have you thought about colleges yet?
These are all questions that I've been bombarded with ever since my years in high school have started to zoom past.
As a junior, you really have to start worrying about getting into a good college and figuring out what kind of things you're interested in studying. Thankfully, I have basically known my major since the freshman year and last year I finalized my plans for college.
Dream Plan:
1. Go to Oxford.
2. Major in Musical Education.
3. Minor in Musical Theatre.
4. Fall in love with a British guy.
Okay, so that plan is obviously just a fantasy...
"Practical" Plan:
1. Go to UNT.
2. Major in Musical Education.
3. Minor in Musical Theatre.
So it's not much different, but it is more reasonable, and I can actually control all of those factors. Well, sort of.
If you hadn't already figured this out- I really want to teach. It's something I've wanted to do for awhile. I just didn't know what I wanted to teach. I couldn't pick between English, Theatre, and Choir. Then freshman year I realized that singing is my passion and if it wasn't for my middle school choir teacher I wouldn't have been where I am today in the chorale program. I thought about how I wanted to someday be able to give kids the same oppurtunities that she had given me, so I am going to be a choir teacher.
I haven't quite decided what grade I plan on teaching, I was leaning towards high school at least for a few years, but I am going to get my PhD and I want to eventually teach at the college level because let's face it- the pay is better and I'd get to pick when I teach.
So, I told all of this to my grandparents awhile ago because we got onto the subject of college and careers and whatnot. Anywho, she told me that I shouldn't be a teacher and should be a lawyer instead.
When I asked her why I shouldn't be a teacher she explained how teachers don't make any money, but lawyers make boatloads. I then pointed out that lawyers, while having a lot of cash, don't have time to really have a family and settle down. I also said that I didn't want to be a lawyer (brings back too many repressed, middle school history memories), and that I loved kids and wanted to teach.
She didn't really understand that line of thinking because she never attended a university, but that's okay; I don't have to take career advice from anyone if I don't want to. And in this case, I don't because I've already got my future planned (Hopfully that plan works fine for me!), and the people investing in my education, my parental units, fully support my decision to teach.
Maybe you've noticed that I haven't mentioned what I plan to do with a Minor in Musical Theatre yet. Well, dear reader, It's always been a dream of mine to perform on Broadway, so I intend to use that Minor for when I audition.
In case you were curious, these are some roles I would love to play (in order of conception):
1. Elphaba in "Wicked".
2. Maria in "The Sound of Music".
3. Belle in "Beauty and the Beast".
4. Ariel in "The Little Mermaid".
I really do hope you're seeing a theme. I want to be a star.
Of course, I realize this may never happen, but I will never stop hoping, dreaming, and praying that it will.
Until next time,
Future Choir Teacher/Broadway Star
08 August, 2010
Endangered Punctuation
I was hanging out with my friend the other day and she told me a story about this college professor. You see, the first day of class this professor wrote this sentence on the board: "A woman without her man is nothing." He then asked the students to add the appropriate punctuation.
The men came up with this sentence: "A woman, without her man, is nothing."
The women wrote this: "A woman: without her, man is nothing."
My favorite of the two is, naturally, the women's, but I'm not here to talk about feminism, today. What I want to talk about is punctuation; more specifically, the use, or lack thereof, of the semi-colon.
I don't know if you're aware, but the semi-colon is an endangered species.
I'm not kidding! Fewer and fewer people continue to use it in everyday conversation; obviously I'm not talking verbal, and even less people actually know how to use it correctly.
It's actually quite depressing. I mean I didn't even learn the correct usage of the poor, little semi-colon in school. I only learned because my eighth grade teacher suggested that our class read this book called "Eats, Shoots and Leaves"- it talks about the right way to use punctuation and shares anecdotes about punctuation mishaps. I, being the grammar nerd that I am, bought and read the book. It was actually really funny and I learned quite a bit from it. Now I'm not saying that you should all go out and read this book, because honestly you probably won't find it as interesting as I did.
Anyway, I decided to inform you all of the correct use of the semi-colon and then hopefully, armed with this knowledge, you will be more likely to use them.
Let's begin with the basics- a definition, courtesy of dictionary.com (my go-to place for all things vocabulary):
N. Semi-colon: "The punctuation mark (;) used to indicate a major division in a sentence where a more distinct separation is felt between clauses or items on a list than is indicated by a comma, as between the two clauses of a compound sentence."
In simpler terms, a semi-colon is for when you have two related, complete thoughts and so instead of having two separate sentences for them, you put a semi-colon in between.
Here's an example of what I'm talking about-
Bad example: I love "The Sound of Music". I also enjoy "Wicked.
Do you see how disconnected that looks? It doesn't read very well either; it makes you stop reading, pause, and then pick back up again. Not very nice.
Good example: I love "The Sound of Music"; I also enjoy "Wicked".
Now that is what I call a well written sentence! (Because I am totally, in no way, even the tiniest bit biased. HA.)
There are other ways to use the semi-colon, but I feel as though that might be too much information for you to take in, so I'll just leave it at that and hope that at least a one of you comes away from reading this blog knowing how to correctly use the semi-colon; perhaps you may even use one someday!
I suppose that's it for now. Good luck with all your future punctuational endeavors! SAVE THE SEMI-COLON! Promote its usage and spread awareness of that fact that humanity is slowly, but surely, forgetting its existence!
Oh and I suppose I should wish you a happy rest of summer vacation! Well, for America at any rate.(I've only got a mere two weeks left. Ahhhhh!)
The men came up with this sentence: "A woman, without her man, is nothing."
The women wrote this: "A woman: without her, man is nothing."
My favorite of the two is, naturally, the women's, but I'm not here to talk about feminism, today. What I want to talk about is punctuation; more specifically, the use, or lack thereof, of the semi-colon.
I don't know if you're aware, but the semi-colon is an endangered species.
I'm not kidding! Fewer and fewer people continue to use it in everyday conversation; obviously I'm not talking verbal, and even less people actually know how to use it correctly.
It's actually quite depressing. I mean I didn't even learn the correct usage of the poor, little semi-colon in school. I only learned because my eighth grade teacher suggested that our class read this book called "Eats, Shoots and Leaves"- it talks about the right way to use punctuation and shares anecdotes about punctuation mishaps. I, being the grammar nerd that I am, bought and read the book. It was actually really funny and I learned quite a bit from it. Now I'm not saying that you should all go out and read this book, because honestly you probably won't find it as interesting as I did.
Anyway, I decided to inform you all of the correct use of the semi-colon and then hopefully, armed with this knowledge, you will be more likely to use them.
Let's begin with the basics- a definition, courtesy of dictionary.com (my go-to place for all things vocabulary):
N. Semi-colon: "The punctuation mark (;) used to indicate a major division in a sentence where a more distinct separation is felt between clauses or items on a list than is indicated by a comma, as between the two clauses of a compound sentence."
In simpler terms, a semi-colon is for when you have two related, complete thoughts and so instead of having two separate sentences for them, you put a semi-colon in between.
Here's an example of what I'm talking about-
Bad example: I love "The Sound of Music". I also enjoy "Wicked.
Do you see how disconnected that looks? It doesn't read very well either; it makes you stop reading, pause, and then pick back up again. Not very nice.
Good example: I love "The Sound of Music"; I also enjoy "Wicked".
Now that is what I call a well written sentence! (Because I am totally, in no way, even the tiniest bit biased. HA.)
There are other ways to use the semi-colon, but I feel as though that might be too much information for you to take in, so I'll just leave it at that and hope that at least a one of you comes away from reading this blog knowing how to correctly use the semi-colon; perhaps you may even use one someday!
I suppose that's it for now. Good luck with all your future punctuational endeavors! SAVE THE SEMI-COLON! Promote its usage and spread awareness of that fact that humanity is slowly, but surely, forgetting its existence!
Oh and I suppose I should wish you a happy rest of summer vacation! Well, for America at any rate.(I've only got a mere two weeks left. Ahhhhh!)
06 August, 2010
Way to Rain on My Parade
Even though my phone is pretty much in a perpetual state of “silent mode”, I decided to record some new ringtones today! They are both from musicals, the Very Potter Musicals to be exact. I am a total nerd, but it's okay.
Alrighty, well today I need to rant: My head choir director had decided to switch the class periods of our school's top two choirs, Madrigals and Vivace!, which was going to cause a lot of schedule conflicts and my choir, Mads, was possibly going to lose three people. It even caused some scheduling problems for me! My math class is only offered one period, the same period that Mads would be... Can you say frustrating?
Well after many, many complaints from various students, our director finally saw that it would just be best to switch the periods back. This, of course, was not going to make him very popular in the counselor’s office seeing as schedule pick-up starts on Monday, but it was what was best for the choir program. It solved all the issues we were having, which means no one would have to quit. I even got to take my math class instead of taking in senior year instead. Everyone was happy.
At least we were until we all got a text from one of our Madrigal captains:
"Hey mads! I talked to [our director] today mads is going to stay 5th period."
Wait. HOLD ON. I thought he already said he was going to switch them back to the way they were!
Turns out, he didn't, which really sucks. ALOT. I don't understand why we couldn't just leave things the way they were. Last year was an awesome year for both choirs and why should we jeopardize all that just to mix things up a little? Your guess is as good as mine.
Now I have to take my Economics class this year and take math senior year! That means I won't have math for an entire year and then I'll be expected to remember everything I learned last year!!! It's hard enough to do that just over summer break... Math is one of my worst subjects and I'm already going to be taking tough enough classes; I don't need to add math after a year off to the mix.
If you've ever had any issues with your schedule before, you have my sympathy. It's a load of crap and I wouldn't wish it on my worst enemy... Okay, maybe I would, but only on the people I truly hate, and even then I might feel bad about it. At least I don't have to deal with the counselors; I'm starting something called the IB program and the guy in charge of that deals with all our schedules. So that's slightly better... but not much.
OH! I almost forgot! I do have some good news! My friend recently started blogging. She only has two posts so far, but they're really funny and I had already heard her talk about everything she wrote about. So you should definitely go and read it- Just click on the title of this blog post and it'll take you right to her blog! Isn't that nifty? I thought so.
I guess that's all I have to say for now. Hope all your schedules are problem and stree free!
Alrighty, well today I need to rant: My head choir director had decided to switch the class periods of our school's top two choirs, Madrigals and Vivace!, which was going to cause a lot of schedule conflicts and my choir, Mads, was possibly going to lose three people. It even caused some scheduling problems for me! My math class is only offered one period, the same period that Mads would be... Can you say frustrating?
Well after many, many complaints from various students, our director finally saw that it would just be best to switch the periods back. This, of course, was not going to make him very popular in the counselor’s office seeing as schedule pick-up starts on Monday, but it was what was best for the choir program. It solved all the issues we were having, which means no one would have to quit. I even got to take my math class instead of taking in senior year instead. Everyone was happy.
At least we were until we all got a text from one of our Madrigal captains:
"Hey mads! I talked to [our director] today mads is going to stay 5th period."
Wait. HOLD ON. I thought he already said he was going to switch them back to the way they were!
Turns out, he didn't, which really sucks. ALOT. I don't understand why we couldn't just leave things the way they were. Last year was an awesome year for both choirs and why should we jeopardize all that just to mix things up a little? Your guess is as good as mine.
Now I have to take my Economics class this year and take math senior year! That means I won't have math for an entire year and then I'll be expected to remember everything I learned last year!!! It's hard enough to do that just over summer break... Math is one of my worst subjects and I'm already going to be taking tough enough classes; I don't need to add math after a year off to the mix.
If you've ever had any issues with your schedule before, you have my sympathy. It's a load of crap and I wouldn't wish it on my worst enemy... Okay, maybe I would, but only on the people I truly hate, and even then I might feel bad about it. At least I don't have to deal with the counselors; I'm starting something called the IB program and the guy in charge of that deals with all our schedules. So that's slightly better... but not much.
OH! I almost forgot! I do have some good news! My friend recently started blogging. She only has two posts so far, but they're really funny and I had already heard her talk about everything she wrote about. So you should definitely go and read it- Just click on the title of this blog post and it'll take you right to her blog! Isn't that nifty? I thought so.
I guess that's all I have to say for now. Hope all your schedules are problem and stree free!
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