I remember it like it was yesterday, even though it was close to two months ago. It was December 21st
and disappointingly warm somewhere in Florida. It also happened to be my birthday. Most of the presents had been opened and I was coming out of it happier than I'd come in to it.
Then I was brought the 'big' present. In my family, we usually have our normal presents, like candy or socks, and then we have our 'big' present--the most expensive, and often most exciting, present.
For a 'big' present, it was kind of small. I opened it and was faced with a bookmark… But not any old bookmark. A Wicked bookmark. At first glance, it looked like a ticket to the show I'd been begging my parents to take me to (something which they'd already told me we couldn't afford). I remember looking at it and trying to keep the disappointment off my face. I was thinking 'well, I guess was thoughtful for them to make a me a bookmark… but seriously? This is kind of mean…' I was so focused on reigning in my emotions, I didn't even hear my until she touched my hand.
"Read it." She was saying, a silly smile on her face. So I took a second look at it. My brain wasn't connecting very well with my eyes. "It's real!" She said after a moment, and I just kind of looked at her.
I still didn't really believe it until Emma and I were standing outside Fox Theatre in Atlanta waiting for the doors to open.
It was cold. And I was in a dress. But it was the most fantastic thing I've experienced in a while, and I wish I could go again.
I love the music, but I already knew I liked that, and now that I know the context of the music, I love it even more. The costumes were great, and I've never wanted to be in a play more than at that moment. The singing and acting were phenomenal, and I had a blast. The second half of the play I spent curled up in my seat, tissues pressed against my nose. At the end, when all the cast came back out I jumped up and started screaming and clapping with everyone else.
It was wonderful. Basically, I couldn't be happier.
Thank you Emma and parents for taking me. I don't think I've ever had that much fun.
So. Things are happening yet again on the blog of the ever-lazy blogger.
Um. I'm not even going to bother apologizing, because I'm fairly certain that anyone who was reading this blog is now dead (or just off reading some other, or, rather, a more active blog). No, but really. I am sorry guys. Whoever said time flies when you're having fun is absolutely right.
I'm busy, but it's a good busy, and I'm actually, kind of, sort of having fun with my life right now.
I started college a month ago. I'm driving now. I've made some new friends. I baby-sat my niece yesterday. I'm writing a little again. I'm friggen exercising guys.
Life is good.
OH. AND I'M FREAKING GOING TO WICKED. I AM SO EXCITED. I'M SO EXCITED, IN FACT, I BOUGHT A DRESS.
THIS GIRL DOES NOT BUY DRESSES.
it's gonna be da bomb.
Emma's going too. We're gonna sing the entire 5 hour trip and drive her parents nuts.
Again. It's going to be da bomb.
ta-ta for now
hopefully i'll be back soon ;_;
Does anyone have the marvelous, beautiful, natural ability to sing whatever you want and sound amazing while doing it? If you do, I envy you. I like to say that when I sing, on a good day, I sound like a dying walrus (which I honestly don't think is an exaggeration). But, I still love to sing, just not in front of people.
I listen to a lot of music while I write and work on school work. Since I live in a house crammed full of people, I don't have much privacy, even behind a closed door. Often, I find myself overwhelmed by the intense desire to belt out the lyrics to songs like 'No Good Deed' and 'Defying Gravity' and 'As Long As You're Mine' and basically every other Wicked song ever.
[BY THE WAYS GUYS, WICKED IS TOURING AGAIN AND THERE'S A SHOW ONLY A FEW HOURS AWAY FROM WHERE I LIVE.]
Anywhoooo, since I have no ability to sing and can't hold a tune to save my life, I compensate by mouthing the words in a flashy, and generally dramatic manner. I find my inner super star is best suppressed by screwing my face up in ugly expressions and flipping my hair around like a mad woman.
I just bought some new headphones. They're fantastic. Like, noise canceling and everything. Unfortunately, they cancel a little too much voice.
Guys. My mom just walked in.
I have never been this embarrassed.
