Why is it that whenever my life speeds up my writing is the first thing to go? Why can't it be something sensible like my exercise or healthy eating? :)
Anyway, I really am sorry I've dumped my blog since I've started school. It's just I was dropped into sophmore year and everything started happening so fast! Suddenly after months of sleeping in and lacking initiative, out of nowhere, all my friends are not only availiable to me again, but so were auditions, and electives, and...unfortunately, homework. It went from me lounging around the house all day long to leaving my house at seven am and being lucky if I get home at 8. It's insane! It's craziness!...
AND I LOVE IT!!!:D
But please understand that if my posts are scarce, I still love you guys! I'm just living xD
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Monday, August 17, 2009
After it all...
Countless postcards, many new friends, sixteen hours in the car, three hotel rooms, multiple shopping trips, and an unbelievable number of ice cream runs, summer's over. Gone. Poof. I wake up at 6:30 tomorrow and begin my trek through sophmore year. Sure I'm said summer's over, but there's something I realized.
Last year when my dad dropped me off at SCPA for the first time, it was like Woodstock without the music. There was love everywhere you look, every single person you laid eyes on was hugging another, or multiple others for that matter. And I knew no one. I don't think I've ever felt more alone in my life. A year ago from tomorrow was standing helplessly and afraid watching her new, scary school as everyone within it was running around outside hugging like they hadn't seen each other in years. I don't think I've ever felt more alone in my life. And this year I'll be PART of the lovefest! And I when I hug the first person tomorrow, I'll really know I finally belong :)
Happy summer everyone.
Last year when my dad dropped me off at SCPA for the first time, it was like Woodstock without the music. There was love everywhere you look, every single person you laid eyes on was hugging another, or multiple others for that matter. And I knew no one. I don't think I've ever felt more alone in my life. A year ago from tomorrow was standing helplessly and afraid watching her new, scary school as everyone within it was running around outside hugging like they hadn't seen each other in years. I don't think I've ever felt more alone in my life. And this year I'll be PART of the lovefest! And I when I hug the first person tomorrow, I'll really know I finally belong :)
Happy summer everyone.
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
Go With The Bigger Quieter Dogs
I don't hate animals.
Really I don't.
And I tell you this in hopes that it will make you sympathize with my poor, sleep deprived soul once I explain events I endured at our cabin last night.
All right, let me give you the picture. Our scene opens on a young girl and her family, pulling up a dusty dirty road. As they leave their car, enter a small, sickly dog from stage left. This dog, which is later identified as Keerby, begins to bark manically at the family, until it's owner, our main character's Aunt Jennifer, calms it. As the night wears on, the dog is soothes and seems to become a good cute adorable little thing. Scene closes.
New scene flashes up. View the back porch of a rustic cabin in the middle of the woods, lined with beds. Our main character lays motionless, but wide eyed, attempting to fall asleep. However, she notices something. It seems as though every move our main character makes which involves attempting to catch any form of zzzs this dog which previously barked at her seems to fidget, or bark, or proceed to breathe as if it shall cough up one of it's lungs at some random second. Meaning no matter how many times our main character attempts to snooze, it seems as though she is unable to.
The night passes slowly as the unbearable yipper seems to know no end to his noise. Around three am, hours after attempted snoozing to no avail, the main character's thoughts grow dark. A former animal lover with a dog of her own, our main character is deeply disturbed by these thoughts, however also intrigued in an odd sort of way, much like when characters in movies or crime shows have odd random things that turn them on in weird ways they can't explain. After all, the main character thinks, if she were to drop kick said tiny doggy down the road, how much distance would she get? Would her legs be strong enough to rocket the noisy animal to at least a fifty to sixty foot marker? And also, if she were to wing said dog with all her might into the lake from the cabin porch, could she in fact rocket it to the other side?
This sort of thinking is the only thing that gets our character through the following four hours of yiping, snorting, and breathing up of dog organs, until around 7 o'clock pm and no sleep to speak of, but a noisy doze here and there, (and after a futile attempt to sleep on the deck) enter our main characters mother, who shuts said dog up and allows our main character to finally grasp the sleep she has been seeking. End scene.
In case you haven't figured it out yet, the main character is me. And with God as my witness, I vow that I shall never own anything smaller than a German shepard or golden under any circumstances for the rest of my life. God I'm tired...
Really I don't.
And I tell you this in hopes that it will make you sympathize with my poor, sleep deprived soul once I explain events I endured at our cabin last night.
All right, let me give you the picture. Our scene opens on a young girl and her family, pulling up a dusty dirty road. As they leave their car, enter a small, sickly dog from stage left. This dog, which is later identified as Keerby, begins to bark manically at the family, until it's owner, our main character's Aunt Jennifer, calms it. As the night wears on, the dog is soothes and seems to become a good cute adorable little thing. Scene closes.
New scene flashes up. View the back porch of a rustic cabin in the middle of the woods, lined with beds. Our main character lays motionless, but wide eyed, attempting to fall asleep. However, she notices something. It seems as though every move our main character makes which involves attempting to catch any form of zzzs this dog which previously barked at her seems to fidget, or bark, or proceed to breathe as if it shall cough up one of it's lungs at some random second. Meaning no matter how many times our main character attempts to snooze, it seems as though she is unable to.
The night passes slowly as the unbearable yipper seems to know no end to his noise. Around three am, hours after attempted snoozing to no avail, the main character's thoughts grow dark. A former animal lover with a dog of her own, our main character is deeply disturbed by these thoughts, however also intrigued in an odd sort of way, much like when characters in movies or crime shows have odd random things that turn them on in weird ways they can't explain. After all, the main character thinks, if she were to drop kick said tiny doggy down the road, how much distance would she get? Would her legs be strong enough to rocket the noisy animal to at least a fifty to sixty foot marker? And also, if she were to wing said dog with all her might into the lake from the cabin porch, could she in fact rocket it to the other side?
This sort of thinking is the only thing that gets our character through the following four hours of yiping, snorting, and breathing up of dog organs, until around 7 o'clock pm and no sleep to speak of, but a noisy doze here and there, (and after a futile attempt to sleep on the deck) enter our main characters mother, who shuts said dog up and allows our main character to finally grasp the sleep she has been seeking. End scene.
In case you haven't figured it out yet, the main character is me. And with God as my witness, I vow that I shall never own anything smaller than a German shepard or golden under any circumstances for the rest of my life. God I'm tired...
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Ooooooh my Goooooooood...
Okay so I've gone from seeing Broadway shows, working all day long in studios, and playing in the ocean to sleeping until noon and praying for my mom to have errands to run. Wow, I have a pretty pitiful existence at the moment. And I was fooled into thinking that I my awesome existence would continue And I have a lot to tell you about New York and Cape Cod, but I don't know where to begin. I mean I saw the ocean for the first time, I saw my first Broadway play, I made friends from all over the country, I went shopping in The Village, I was told my monologue was great by a person who won an Emmy, I learned to dance hip hop, I saw Avenue Q on Broadway (changed. my. LIFE), and sang 'Lion Sleeps Tonight' in four part harmony on top of a building in Times Square. Yeah, yeah I really did that. Only problem is, I have no idea where or how to begin telling you all of these things...
So I figured the best way to go about this is that I won't. :)
I'll just continue speaking of my general life and if anything comes up that reminds me of said trip (or if any of you comment just DYING to know about it) I'll write a bit about it.
Anyway, now that I've had my summer FUN the rest of my free days will most likely be crammed with summer duties such as practicing guitar, which I failed to do yesterday, getting ready for my Cincinnati Children's Theater audition, right after I found out I have a sore throat and of course, finishing my summer reading, in which there are two of three projects I haven't even started on.
Huh. Maybe I should get off Blogger...
So I figured the best way to go about this is that I won't. :)
I'll just continue speaking of my general life and if anything comes up that reminds me of said trip (or if any of you comment just DYING to know about it) I'll write a bit about it.
Anyway, now that I've had my summer FUN the rest of my free days will most likely be crammed with summer duties such as practicing guitar, which I failed to do yesterday, getting ready for my Cincinnati Children's Theater audition, right after I found out I have a sore throat and of course, finishing my summer reading, in which there are two of three projects I haven't even started on.
Huh. Maybe I should get off Blogger...
Thursday, July 23, 2009
Sweet Home Cincinnati
16 hours of driving, 14 postcards, thirteen days, 4 Hair songs, 2 Broadway shows, countless new friends, multiple ocean views, one whale watching, and one Broadway audition later, I'm finally back home at 11:37 pm eastern standard time after travelling since seven this morning. Like I said. Sixteen hours. Meaning maybe I should update this along with my other Internet sources tomorrow. Wow, two whole weeks. Dear God. I fear my Facebook notifications.
Friday, July 10, 2009
Until The 25th Fellow Bloggers. Farewell for Now!
The bags are packed. The animals are taken care of. The iPod is charged...or charging. Bottom line is I'm less than TWELVE hours away from my two day trip to New York to try to become not only a bohemian, but a classically trained, possibly Broadway worthy bohemian.
Wow I can't believe I'm about to do this. I get to learn in midtown Manhattan from Broadway professionals, go behind the scenes at a Broadway show, and most importantly get to audition for a Broadway show. All because of such a horrid audition! Ahhhh! I just hope that everything works out the way it needs to inside of my own mind. I'm going to miss everyone...
But let's cover the important things. :)
Okay, I would just like to let you know what I expect of you guys before I leave. I want you guys to tell me 5 things you want to do before you die. Please try not to tell me about things involving New York though or I'll be mad I didn't do them xD Anyway, I just ask you guys to do that if you comment on me. And if you could tell some people to follow me, that would be awesome.
Okay, I would just like to let you know what I expect of you guys before I leave. I want you guys to tell me 5 things you want to do before you die. Please try not to tell me about things involving New York though or I'll be mad I didn't do them xD Anyway, I just ask you guys to do that if you comment on me. And if you could tell some people to follow me, that would be awesome.
Thanks guys! I'll be back in two weeks and I'll tell you all about my adventures in the Big Apple.
Wish me luck... ;D
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
Dance Bag? I'm an actress I don't know how to do this! XD
You know, if you ever need to remind yourself about how much you dislike your body, go leotard shopping. Really. You'll feel good about yourself for a whole five minutes before you realize you're squeezing into an extra large because you have too many curves to fit into your usual small. :)
Yup, I went leotard shopping for the first time in my life today. Never have I been so inspired to become anorexic as I was trying to squeeze into those spandex body corsets. The lady at the desk was like 'What do you wear a small?' Of course I wear small. I always wear small for probably every shirt I wear. But apparently when you're shopping for leotards you multiple your actually size by at least three. Considering I forced myself into a small and it made the thing Keira Knightly was shoved into in the first Pirates movie look like a nightgown.
I got one that fit though. Even if it took a few lung ruptures to find. But luckily I got it along with ballet shoes, tap shoes, and a ton of Soffee shorts...and these awesome black and pink skull leg warmers!:D My dance bag for New York is gonna be SWEET. Which brings me to my question.
I'm fasting from Blogger for a few days so I don't get distracted from getting ready for New York. So I have ONE HUGE question.
If you were going to performing arts camp in New York City, and you were me, what would you pack?
Seriously guys I need a packing list! Please comment with ideas! Thanks!
PS Oh and in other news, I hung out with Rachel yesterday. My mom dropped me and Evan off at her house and we played pool and talked about Starlight Express and walked around her street. Oh and the best part was when Catie called me. My friend Catie Wells calls me everyday and today I didn't feel like talking because I was with Rachel. So after she called my cell about three times (Yeah. Yeah she'll do that) I handed it to Rachel. And in a flawless Apu voice she picked it up to go "HAL-O?"
"Hello is Alexx there?"
"No I know no Alexx. I sell you chicken?"
"Oh, I have the wrong'-"
"I SELL YOU CHICKEN?!"
She hung up XD Oh Rachel. I love you.
Yup, I went leotard shopping for the first time in my life today. Never have I been so inspired to become anorexic as I was trying to squeeze into those spandex body corsets. The lady at the desk was like 'What do you wear a small?' Of course I wear small. I always wear small for probably every shirt I wear. But apparently when you're shopping for leotards you multiple your actually size by at least three. Considering I forced myself into a small and it made the thing Keira Knightly was shoved into in the first Pirates movie look like a nightgown.
I got one that fit though. Even if it took a few lung ruptures to find. But luckily I got it along with ballet shoes, tap shoes, and a ton of Soffee shorts...and these awesome black and pink skull leg warmers!:D My dance bag for New York is gonna be SWEET. Which brings me to my question.
I'm fasting from Blogger for a few days so I don't get distracted from getting ready for New York. So I have ONE HUGE question.
If you were going to performing arts camp in New York City, and you were me, what would you pack?
Seriously guys I need a packing list! Please comment with ideas! Thanks!
PS Oh and in other news, I hung out with Rachel yesterday. My mom dropped me and Evan off at her house and we played pool and talked about Starlight Express and walked around her street. Oh and the best part was when Catie called me. My friend Catie Wells calls me everyday and today I didn't feel like talking because I was with Rachel. So after she called my cell about three times (Yeah. Yeah she'll do that) I handed it to Rachel. And in a flawless Apu voice she picked it up to go "HAL-O?"
"Hello is Alexx there?"
"No I know no Alexx. I sell you chicken?"
"Oh, I have the wrong'-"
"I SELL YOU CHICKEN?!"
She hung up XD Oh Rachel. I love you.
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