Olde School
Ch-ch-check out the new St. Arbucks.
I’m loving the new vintage look.
That kind of sounded like an oxymoron actually.
Only thing is this mermaid’s cleavage is sooo not covered by her hair anymore.
Once upon an Easter…I revisited my past.
So we had an incredible time at Northwest.
I hadn’t realized how much I miss that place- brought back a lot of memories.
It was a bit odd to have people fawning over me the whole time and telling me they think about me all the time and I’m their best friend and they can’t believe how much I’ve grown when I had NO idea who they were at ALL!
This is my old home where I grew up. =]
Forwards
I think I am going to lead a revolt against chain letters, forwarded e-mails, and ESPECIALLY forwarded text messages.
like this
all messed up
and
they’re all
and you end up getting 8 out of order, incomprehensible text messages that are not even of any importance.
And besides, I do not need to prove my love for Jesus Christ by sending this e-mail to 25 people. I already know that He is watching…so I am going to go out there and do something that glorifies him. ((and I’m pretty sure that resending doesn’t count))
This morning at about 5:30 a.m. my phone vibrated very loudly and annoyingly against my desk telling me that I had a text message. I ignored it and tried to fall asleep.
5 minutes later…
…it buzzes again.
Then another time.
So I dragged myself out of my incredibly warm and comfy bed and flipped it open to find, not something too terribly important or anything, but a chain text saying to wear NIU colors and to resend this to everyone in your phone book or something dreadful would happen, blah blah, you will die in seven days…the whole nine yards. I deleted it and went on with my morning but as I was leaving the house I remebered. I looked down to see that I was already conveniently wearing a black Beatles shirt so I ran back upstairs threw on a red sweatshirt over it and then went on my merry way. I got to class and the girl who sent me was sitting there right behind me.
Me: Oh hey! I got your text. (proudly unzipping my coat to reveal my red shirt.)
Her: oh.
I look down and she was wearing a bright blue and grey shirt.
So much for that.
Musical Audtions…
….were terrible.
Today was the singing portion. I have practiced SO much, perhaps TOO much. When I got up there I totally geeked out, forgot the words and messed up the notes. AND I didnt do the acting I was going to.
To top it all off I did it right in front of all the best singers in the district, whom I wanted to prove to that, just because I’m not in their level choir that I’m still capable of music. There goes that. =(
I’m pretty upset.
Old People Just Say the Darndest Things…
I woke up early this morning to frost on my window and the sun piercing my room. I took a shower and got ready to the sound of cheery Christmas music. Once I arrived at Starbucks Hayley and I pushed the big comfy chairs together since they are always too far apart to have a proper conversation. After we had saved the best seats in the house with our purses, I got up to order my drink. As I was waiting for the ladies in front of me to finish I happened to catch some of their conversation about a ring..
“That is just absolutely gorgeous!”
“Simply Beautiful”
“Oh thank you dear! He bought it for our 20th anniversary.”
“AAAH! That diamond is so big I just want to bite it! Grr”
What the beep? Seriously…who says that? I’m still laughing! Oh my goodness.
My Life Should be a Broadway Production.
No joke. So much of my life revolves around music… it’s ridiculous. Every time I watch a musical with my someone who doesn’t know me, they always comment on how ridiculous and unrealistic they are. “Seriously, who really bursts out into song in the middle of a conversation and starts singing?” Well obviously they haven’t lived a day in my Vans. Here are just a few scenarios to give you an idea….
1. I am in the doctors office. It’s quite quiet. The only sound is the secretary-type lady typing and a young boy flipping through a magazine. In the background is this horribly annoying opera music. If it were good I would have no problem with it, but I felt like I was getting sound-bitten to death. After a few minutes of teeth-gritting agony, the nurse called my name in the biggest smile known to any human. I sauntered up, snapping and humming, trying to drone out the opera. She giggled at me and showed me to the room. I was sitting in there and the doctor and my mom walked in. I was of course, by now, full out singing Wicked’s Defying Gravity. ((you know the part where she’s high above everyone else and belting out the whole “youll never bring me down ladeedadeedah”)) I abruptly stopped and pretended to be checking my text messages. After a small conversation with my mom the doctor proceeded to tell me what’s going on. The only thing was, I didn’t notice, so I kept on humming loudly, staring at an odd looking diagram and completely ignoring him. After, as the secretary was scheduling another appointment, I slid in front of her window doing jazz fingers and side stepping and singing some jazzy showtune. I’m guessing from Chicago or Rent. It’s a sad thing when a mom is embarassed of her teenage daughter. Pretty sure it’s supposed to be the other way around.
2. Setting: lunch table
actors: leslie, kim, laura, zoe, bekah, and christa
camera pan left and middle shot of all.
Cue Leslie talking about duct tape. “All I need is some…”
Bekah jumps up obnoxiously and starts singing….”all you need is love”
suddenly…whole lunch table joins in reciting moulin rouge and dancing in sync.
cue surrounding tables to simultaneously turn around and stare.
3. I was sitting outside after an intense madrigal rehersal when some random man comes up and makes up a rap about me. He told me I’m lucky since people “don’t freestyle for free these days yo”.
ok well there are millions upon trillions of more but perhaps I’ll save those for a later date since I have to run.
have an awesome night.
Caffeinated Ragamuffin 