Not much time to post, but I wanted to wish everyone a fantastic holiday!
Love peace and joy!
Friday, December 21, 2007
And a happy new year!
Not much time to post, but I wanted to wish everyone a fantastic holiday!
Love peace and joy!
Sunday, November 25, 2007
I Want This Gift
I love my family. You all know this. I just came back from Thanksgiving and even though there were some rough spots (when aren't there?!), it was fantastic. They are so full of love and life and character, it makes the word 'family' shine.
My little brother. My best friend and worst enemy. But mostly my best friend. He and I have been through more together than anyone else has been through with me. And I've been through a lot of crap with a ton of people. I would be lost without him. He's really grown up to be a hilarious, quick, smart, sensitive guy. He tells Michael (the older of the two cousins on mom's side) that he loves him (he tells everyone that, but anywho). Like, I watched him say that to Michael yesterday morning and was just so amazed at how he could make those three words 'cool'. Michael will never think it's not a 'guy thing' to say that you love someone. I think that's incredible, and I bet Mark doesn't even know he has done that for Michael. Not to mention Mark and I had 'girl talk' at two in the morning watching 'Along Came Polly' and 'Blue Crush', that was fun. We talked about computer games and I was able to watch his multimedia project video, which was so impressive! It was all stop motion, and it's just like 'what happened to that pudgy little Buddha child I used to beat the living daylights out of?' Mark hugs me when I cry, and he does damage control with mom. I try to do the same for him. When I wasn't feeling well Thanksgiving morning, he totally took both kids and let me sleep in. Michael came down at 6am to pull off Mark's sock. I hear:
"Hey! Not my sock...aw, now my feet are cold."
*giggles*
Then, twenty minutes later he sits up and goes
"I found my sock."
It's some of that stupid stuff that is SO funny to us. We taught Michael and Michele the game "Guess What?" "What?" "Five minutes to get rid of it." That was, maybe a bad choice, in retrospect. We also played the game "You remind me of a man!" What man?" "The man with the power. " "What power?" "The power of voo-doo!" "Who do?" "You do!" "I do what?" "Remind me of a man!"" "What man?" "The man with the power...." and so on. Michael's a smart kid, he came down one morning and said that to us while we ere half asleep, and I said "What man?" Thinking it was cute he remembered that we talked about it the night before. He goes "Five minutes to get rid of it!" And runs away laughing his fool head off. Oh that child. So, that's my shpeal on the boys.
This Italian family of mine loves the sounds of Frank Sinatra. My Pop-Pop *is* better than Frank. Seriously. I may be bias,m but I don't give a damn. He sings so beautifully. And Frank has been his MAN since before I can remember. When I was little, and would play in a baby pool, Pop-Pop and Mom-Mom would sit out in the sun with their old silver portable radio, the antenna way up, and Frank would be blasting. My grandparents are So in love. They fight and pick at each other, but they love each other. When Pop-Pop does something and Mom-Mom goes 'Oh, I don't want to talk to you." He'll bat his eyes and try to give her a hug and say "I love ya sweetheart! Don't you love me, honey?" And she'll swat him with a dishtowel while she goes to get more dishes off the dinner table. It's just, stuff like that. He does the sweetest things for her, she does the cutest things for him. They are so loving. And generous! More than anyone. No one has a bad thing to say about them.
Thanksgiving night while we were doing dishes, the whole house was singing to Frank Sinatra. And the song "New York, New York" came on. Mom-Mom was sitting next to Michele and I and Pop-Pop was singing his heart out while people started to do the dishes. My mom said to him "Go dance with Mom(-Mom), Dad." And he told her "No, she don't want to dance." But he locked at her and she held her hands out, and everyone laughed. So, he went over and they danced and my little brother caught this on tape. You can hear Lydia (Mom-Mom) dancing a little, and see me in the background and Michele on the floor with this HUGE smile. Even at six years old she can tell what they have is special. Now, they're on You Tube. Everyone in the family thinks this is genius, that we put my grandparents on the internet. When they finished dancing (You can hear Poop-Pop starting to say "That's all, I gotta do the dishes" as he walks away), Michele looked up and said to me "That's just hysterical!" I looked at her and told her "Nah, it's just incredible." She didn't get it, but that's okay.
I guess the point is, when I'm eighty (do those two look eighty to you?), I want to be so in love, have such a wonderful family surrounding me, and still singing and dancing my heart out. That's a gift, you know? What those two have. And it's just amazing to me.
I can't figure out how to upload the video on here, so here's the link instead.
My little brother. My best friend and worst enemy. But mostly my best friend. He and I have been through more together than anyone else has been through with me. And I've been through a lot of crap with a ton of people. I would be lost without him. He's really grown up to be a hilarious, quick, smart, sensitive guy. He tells Michael (the older of the two cousins on mom's side) that he loves him (he tells everyone that, but anywho). Like, I watched him say that to Michael yesterday morning and was just so amazed at how he could make those three words 'cool'. Michael will never think it's not a 'guy thing' to say that you love someone. I think that's incredible, and I bet Mark doesn't even know he has done that for Michael. Not to mention Mark and I had 'girl talk' at two in the morning watching 'Along Came Polly' and 'Blue Crush', that was fun. We talked about computer games and I was able to watch his multimedia project video, which was so impressive! It was all stop motion, and it's just like 'what happened to that pudgy little Buddha child I used to beat the living daylights out of?' Mark hugs me when I cry, and he does damage control with mom. I try to do the same for him. When I wasn't feeling well Thanksgiving morning, he totally took both kids and let me sleep in. Michael came down at 6am to pull off Mark's sock. I hear:
"Hey! Not my sock...aw, now my feet are cold."
*giggles*
Then, twenty minutes later he sits up and goes
"I found my sock."
It's some of that stupid stuff that is SO funny to us. We taught Michael and Michele the game "Guess What?" "What?" "Five minutes to get rid of it." That was, maybe a bad choice, in retrospect. We also played the game "You remind me of a man!" What man?" "The man with the power. " "What power?" "The power of voo-doo!" "Who do?" "You do!" "I do what?" "Remind me of a man!"" "What man?" "The man with the power...." and so on. Michael's a smart kid, he came down one morning and said that to us while we ere half asleep, and I said "What man?" Thinking it was cute he remembered that we talked about it the night before. He goes "Five minutes to get rid of it!" And runs away laughing his fool head off. Oh that child. So, that's my shpeal on the boys.
This Italian family of mine loves the sounds of Frank Sinatra. My Pop-Pop *is* better than Frank. Seriously. I may be bias,m but I don't give a damn. He sings so beautifully. And Frank has been his MAN since before I can remember. When I was little, and would play in a baby pool, Pop-Pop and Mom-Mom would sit out in the sun with their old silver portable radio, the antenna way up, and Frank would be blasting. My grandparents are So in love. They fight and pick at each other, but they love each other. When Pop-Pop does something and Mom-Mom goes 'Oh, I don't want to talk to you." He'll bat his eyes and try to give her a hug and say "I love ya sweetheart! Don't you love me, honey?" And she'll swat him with a dishtowel while she goes to get more dishes off the dinner table. It's just, stuff like that. He does the sweetest things for her, she does the cutest things for him. They are so loving. And generous! More than anyone. No one has a bad thing to say about them.
Thanksgiving night while we were doing dishes, the whole house was singing to Frank Sinatra. And the song "New York, New York" came on. Mom-Mom was sitting next to Michele and I and Pop-Pop was singing his heart out while people started to do the dishes. My mom said to him "Go dance with Mom(-Mom), Dad." And he told her "No, she don't want to dance." But he locked at her and she held her hands out, and everyone laughed. So, he went over and they danced and my little brother caught this on tape. You can hear Lydia (Mom-Mom) dancing a little, and see me in the background and Michele on the floor with this HUGE smile. Even at six years old she can tell what they have is special. Now, they're on You Tube. Everyone in the family thinks this is genius, that we put my grandparents on the internet. When they finished dancing (You can hear Poop-Pop starting to say "That's all, I gotta do the dishes" as he walks away), Michele looked up and said to me "That's just hysterical!" I looked at her and told her "Nah, it's just incredible." She didn't get it, but that's okay.
I guess the point is, when I'm eighty (do those two look eighty to you?), I want to be so in love, have such a wonderful family surrounding me, and still singing and dancing my heart out. That's a gift, you know? What those two have. And it's just amazing to me.
I can't figure out how to upload the video on here, so here's the link instead.
http://youtube.com/watch?v=eDhoTorigck
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
Wednesday, November 07, 2007
Well If All You Want Is Honesty, That's All You Have To Say.
Let's talk about some things that are, how you say: bugging me. Just a couple things, out of the many many choices, that are going through my mind.
And we can start with the theatre majors who are here and act as though they are above the program. You don't like the program, then just leave! You want a big part in the show, but you don't know anything about it, have never heard the music, never read the script, don't know who the characters are, and won't research? Do you think it'll just be handed to you on a silver platter? You have to work HARD if you even want to be CONSIDERED for a part that's bigger than ensemble. And hell, even if you do do all your research and audition with the perfect song, and/or monologue, you STILL may not get casted in a lead role because you're:too short, you're hair is too thick, too fat, too tall, too brunette, too broad-shouldered, too unique, too commercial, not what the director wants....whatever. Oh wait, what? You want to do film! You're such a conceded jerk. You have yet to prove you possess have any talent in front of a camera, or in front of an audience on stage. And you're almost done with school... so you're thinking about changing your major NOW?! I mean, don't get me wrong, I hope you do switch to something else, because you're an awful representation of the theatre department and you would be much better suited to be in with the other Poly Sci majors that you so revere, because they have some argumentative tendencies to rival yours. However, with the rate you're going, even they will throw up their hands in frustration, roll their eyes, and exasperate a pinched voice: "Whatever you say, you obviously know so much more about it than I do." Because you are the spoiled, childish, stuck-up person who has to have his way every $*%&@*! time. Why is it that you're never wrong? I wish I could always be right, like you! Maybe it's something aspire to, i'll work really hard towards that: when i grow up, I'll be just. Like. You. Yeah, right. I'd rather slide down a giant razor blade into a pool of alcohol. Oh! And lastly, let me tell you that being a homophobic does NOT work well if you are interested in theatre, film, or any other form of art - and being a part of it. You want to be in theatre? GET OVER IT! Being a racist won't help you much in those areas, either. Actually, it wouldn't help you much anyplace.
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ONE WEEK LATER: Nov. 14th - an addition to this theatre thing:
Let's move on, shall we? Lovely! (Nota Bene: This is about more than one person. Let's see if you smart readers can catch the double entrende! Iti's like "Where's Waldo", only more people are wearing the red and white stripped shirts than you first thought when you looked at the picture.) I am SO SICK of seeing people in relationships where they get treated like the lowest little piece of scum on the planet. YOU ARE WONDERFUL! You are. Find someone who treats you like that, find anyone. You don't deserve that crap you take, that you've been taking for years. You. Don't. Deserve. It. I wish you could see how it breaks hearts of people who hardly even know you because you ARE such a fantastic, beautiful person who anyone with a bit of sense would praise God for every second, and would WORSHIP you and treat you like royalty. Dear person A: Drop person B, they're screwing you over. Go for person C. They've been standing here all along. They're the one to sweep you away...if you'd let them. I know it's hard. I really and truely ldo. But....you need to let go, just let go. No one should go through life being treated the way you are.
Wanna know what else is going through this head? Well! I'll tell ya! You said I could be there and it would all be okay. Then, things changed because of one person, and I could be there only after a certain time. HEY! You lied. You broke your promise. Let's not even go into the agreement we had not to do that thing we said we weren't going to do anymore because of that weekend I had not so long ago. You'll be throwing that out the window pretty soon. I'm guessing you don't even remember that was our deal.
Dear life:
Please, sucker punch me some more! It feels so lovely! I enjoy ever minute of it!
Your friend, Michelina
And we can start with the theatre majors who are here and act as though they are above the program. You don't like the program, then just leave! You want a big part in the show, but you don't know anything about it, have never heard the music, never read the script, don't know who the characters are, and won't research? Do you think it'll just be handed to you on a silver platter? You have to work HARD if you even want to be CONSIDERED for a part that's bigger than ensemble. And hell, even if you do do all your research and audition with the perfect song, and/or monologue, you STILL may not get casted in a lead role because you're:too short, you're hair is too thick, too fat, too tall, too brunette, too broad-shouldered, too unique, too commercial, not what the director wants....whatever. Oh wait, what? You want to do film! You're such a conceded jerk. You have yet to prove you possess have any talent in front of a camera, or in front of an audience on stage. And you're almost done with school... so you're thinking about changing your major NOW?! I mean, don't get me wrong, I hope you do switch to something else, because you're an awful representation of the theatre department and you would be much better suited to be in with the other Poly Sci majors that you so revere, because they have some argumentative tendencies to rival yours. However, with the rate you're going, even they will throw up their hands in frustration, roll their eyes, and exasperate a pinched voice: "Whatever you say, you obviously know so much more about it than I do." Because you are the spoiled, childish, stuck-up person who has to have his way every $*%&@*! time. Why is it that you're never wrong? I wish I could always be right, like you! Maybe it's something aspire to, i'll work really hard towards that: when i grow up, I'll be just. Like. You. Yeah, right. I'd rather slide down a giant razor blade into a pool of alcohol. Oh! And lastly, let me tell you that being a homophobic does NOT work well if you are interested in theatre, film, or any other form of art - and being a part of it. You want to be in theatre? GET OVER IT! Being a racist won't help you much in those areas, either. Actually, it wouldn't help you much anyplace.
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ONE WEEK LATER: Nov. 14th - an addition to this theatre thing:
"death by theatre major" is my favorite ice cream flavor!
I loathe these junior high drama addicts, these friend-stealing, back-stabbing, heart-breaking people.
I loathe this department and its pre-casting, babying, favoring professors.
I loathe those disrespecting, unfeeling, gut-wrenching, unprofessional cretins walking around this God-forsaken scum of the earth campus.
I don't know if I should laugh or cry.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Let's move on, shall we? Lovely! (Nota Bene: This is about more than one person. Let's see if you smart readers can catch the double entrende! Iti's like "Where's Waldo", only more people are wearing the red and white stripped shirts than you first thought when you looked at the picture.) I am SO SICK of seeing people in relationships where they get treated like the lowest little piece of scum on the planet. YOU ARE WONDERFUL! You are. Find someone who treats you like that, find anyone. You don't deserve that crap you take, that you've been taking for years. You. Don't. Deserve. It. I wish you could see how it breaks hearts of people who hardly even know you because you ARE such a fantastic, beautiful person who anyone with a bit of sense would praise God for every second, and would WORSHIP you and treat you like royalty. Dear person A: Drop person B, they're screwing you over. Go for person C. They've been standing here all along. They're the one to sweep you away...if you'd let them. I know it's hard. I really and truely ldo. But....you need to let go, just let go. No one should go through life being treated the way you are.
Wanna know what else is going through this head? Well! I'll tell ya! You said I could be there and it would all be okay. Then, things changed because of one person, and I could be there only after a certain time. HEY! You lied. You broke your promise. Let's not even go into the agreement we had not to do that thing we said we weren't going to do anymore because of that weekend I had not so long ago. You'll be throwing that out the window pretty soon. I'm guessing you don't even remember that was our deal.
Dear life:
Please, sucker punch me some more! It feels so lovely! I enjoy ever minute of it!
Your friend, Michelina
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
Life is Chasing Around Inside of Me Like a Squirl!
I won an IPhone a few weeks ago. For Homecoming, the Alumni Association was offering it as a drawing prize. Bizare, hu? Sold it to Lauren's little brother, so good times!
We open the show in two days and I'm sick. Ah well, it could be worse. Just a sinus icky time. After work today, I'm going to go on a hunt for Cayenne Powder. From what I've heard, it works miracles.
Here's some things you should know about the show:
The University of Pittsburgh at Johnstown Theatre Department will open its new season with an affectionate rendition of George S. Kaufman and Moss Hart’s vintage comedy, You Can’t Take it With You.
The production will be presented at 8 p.m. Thursday, October 18 through Saturday, October 20 and Thursday, October 25 through Saturday, October 27, and at 2 p.m. Sundays, October 21 and 28, in the Studio Theatre of the Pasquerilla Performing Arts Center on the UPJ campus.
Winner of the 1938 Pulitzer Prize, this visit with the lovable Sycamore family sounded an upbeat message to a nation frazzled by the Great Depression, an underscoring of the need to move past the loss of material possessions to the importance of love and human connection.
Audiences will enjoy the spectacle of the “normal” daughter, Alice Sycamore’s attempt to marry into a conventional family against the backdrop of her eccentric home, where xylophone music, ballet lessons, playwriting, fireworks, a printing press, and pet snakes are the norm, with occasional visits from tax collectors and the FBI.
UPJ welcomes guest director Scott Baron. Scenic design is by James Moore, costumes by Linda Capp, lighting and sound by Michael Feight, with properties, make-up and hairstyles by Pat Fenchak.
For additional information, contact Rodney Eatman, UPJ Theatre Department director, at 814-269-7232.
Tickets may be purchased by calling the Artsline at 1-800-846-ARTS from 9 a.m. to 4:30 p.m. Mondays through Fridays. Tickets are $10. Discount tickets of $7 are being offered to senior citizens (over 65 years of age), students under 18 and members of the Pitt Johnstown community (faculty, staff, students and members of the Pitt Johnstown Alumni Association who carry the “gold card”). The box office is open for in-person sales from 9 a.m. to 4:30 p.m. Monday through Friday. The box office opens one hour before performances.
See you there! :-)
We open the show in two days and I'm sick. Ah well, it could be worse. Just a sinus icky time. After work today, I'm going to go on a hunt for Cayenne Powder. From what I've heard, it works miracles.
Here's some things you should know about the show:
The University of Pittsburgh at Johnstown Theatre Department will open its new season with an affectionate rendition of George S. Kaufman and Moss Hart’s vintage comedy, You Can’t Take it With You.
The production will be presented at 8 p.m. Thursday, October 18 through Saturday, October 20 and Thursday, October 25 through Saturday, October 27, and at 2 p.m. Sundays, October 21 and 28, in the Studio Theatre of the Pasquerilla Performing Arts Center on the UPJ campus.
Winner of the 1938 Pulitzer Prize, this visit with the lovable Sycamore family sounded an upbeat message to a nation frazzled by the Great Depression, an underscoring of the need to move past the loss of material possessions to the importance of love and human connection.
Audiences will enjoy the spectacle of the “normal” daughter, Alice Sycamore’s attempt to marry into a conventional family against the backdrop of her eccentric home, where xylophone music, ballet lessons, playwriting, fireworks, a printing press, and pet snakes are the norm, with occasional visits from tax collectors and the FBI.
UPJ welcomes guest director Scott Baron. Scenic design is by James Moore, costumes by Linda Capp, lighting and sound by Michael Feight, with properties, make-up and hairstyles by Pat Fenchak.
For additional information, contact Rodney Eatman, UPJ Theatre Department director, at 814-269-7232.
Tickets may be purchased by calling the Artsline at 1-800-846-ARTS from 9 a.m. to 4:30 p.m. Mondays through Fridays. Tickets are $10. Discount tickets of $7 are being offered to senior citizens (over 65 years of age), students under 18 and members of the Pitt Johnstown community (faculty, staff, students and members of the Pitt Johnstown Alumni Association who carry the “gold card”). The box office is open for in-person sales from 9 a.m. to 4:30 p.m. Monday through Friday. The box office opens one hour before performances.
See you there! :-)
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
See the sunbeams? Everyone beams just because of you.
Things are looking up!
Story time! Part One: The theatre department is doing a traveling production (the first act of The Apple Tree, which is based on Mark Twain's The Diary of Adam and Eve). And I was casted as Eve. YAY! I get to be witty and saucy but young and naive...kind of like Little Red Riding Hood in Into The Woods, except Eve is a lot smarter and a bit more whimsical.
Part Two: You Can't Take It With You had a cast member drop out, and now I'm a part of the show! I'm definitely the third most seen woman onstage. Essie is that character's name. That's pretty neat, methinks!
But me oh my, do I have a lot of lines, songs, and blocking to learn in a small amount of time! My game plan is to get the Apple Tree down first, since we're performing THAT in a week and a half, and then focus on You Can't Take It With You after that's all said and done.
Since I wasn't casted in the first round, I really need to work hard to prove myself in this role. I CANNOT slack or give a half-ass effort. I don't know where I'm going to find extra time in my day to work on this outside of rehearsal, but by golly I will!
When I was in middle school, and I was involved with an advanced class in Saltworks, I was told to see the production of You Can't Take It With You. I believe it was at the Pittsburgh Public Theatre. The show starts with Penny and Essie, and I remember the girl playing Essie vividly, just in that very first scene. She had short, dark, curly hair and a white ballet outfit on. She had to be about 25 years old, but I told my mom I thought I could have played her. I remember admiring her part and her personage. Isn't it ironic after all this time, years and years later, that I'm going to be playing that very role?
It's kinda neat how life comes full circle.
Here's the show details, if you're interested: Tickets are only $10, and the performances are October 18-28!Thursdays-Saturdays at 8pm (doors open at 7:30pm), and Sundays at 2pm(doors open at 1:30pm). Send me an email or leave comments if you would like more information.
Story time! Part One: The theatre department is doing a traveling production (the first act of The Apple Tree, which is based on Mark Twain's The Diary of Adam and Eve). And I was casted as Eve. YAY! I get to be witty and saucy but young and naive...kind of like Little Red Riding Hood in Into The Woods, except Eve is a lot smarter and a bit more whimsical.
Part Two: You Can't Take It With You had a cast member drop out, and now I'm a part of the show! I'm definitely the third most seen woman onstage. Essie is that character's name. That's pretty neat, methinks!
But me oh my, do I have a lot of lines, songs, and blocking to learn in a small amount of time! My game plan is to get the Apple Tree down first, since we're performing THAT in a week and a half, and then focus on You Can't Take It With You after that's all said and done.
Since I wasn't casted in the first round, I really need to work hard to prove myself in this role. I CANNOT slack or give a half-ass effort. I don't know where I'm going to find extra time in my day to work on this outside of rehearsal, but by golly I will!
When I was in middle school, and I was involved with an advanced class in Saltworks, I was told to see the production of You Can't Take It With You. I believe it was at the Pittsburgh Public Theatre. The show starts with Penny and Essie, and I remember the girl playing Essie vividly, just in that very first scene. She had short, dark, curly hair and a white ballet outfit on. She had to be about 25 years old, but I told my mom I thought I could have played her. I remember admiring her part and her personage. Isn't it ironic after all this time, years and years later, that I'm going to be playing that very role?
It's kinda neat how life comes full circle.
Here's the show details, if you're interested: Tickets are only $10, and the performances are October 18-28!Thursdays-Saturdays at 8pm (doors open at 7:30pm), and Sundays at 2pm(doors open at 1:30pm). Send me an email or leave comments if you would like more information.
Tuesday, September 04, 2007
And for once it might be grand...
Wow the past month has sucked, hard core.
When I grow up, I want to be closer to perfection than I am right now.
I don't know if I thought that I was a shoe-in, so I stopped trying or if I just have decreased in my skill and ambition. Either way, it isn't good. Not at all. I'm failing at what I love, what I claim is my passion, what drives me. And that ends up killing me. I need to really push myself the rest of the semester. Whether it's weight, acting projects, vocally, choreographically...I need to push myself. I will succeed, because I won't let myself do any less. That's just the mentality I have to adopt or else I am not going anywhere. And I so want to go somewhere.
I will be better. If I don't get better, I'll be in a huge pile of trouble. And I simply refuse to settle for just passing. Because I have been slammed, again and a gain, with life telling me:
"It's not working."
Okay. I get it. Now, stop giving me the fuzzy side of the lollipop.
Pray for me! I need it...please.
When I grow up, I want to be closer to perfection than I am right now.
I don't know if I thought that I was a shoe-in, so I stopped trying or if I just have decreased in my skill and ambition. Either way, it isn't good. Not at all. I'm failing at what I love, what I claim is my passion, what drives me. And that ends up killing me. I need to really push myself the rest of the semester. Whether it's weight, acting projects, vocally, choreographically...I need to push myself. I will succeed, because I won't let myself do any less. That's just the mentality I have to adopt or else I am not going anywhere. And I so want to go somewhere.
I will be better. If I don't get better, I'll be in a huge pile of trouble. And I simply refuse to settle for just passing. Because I have been slammed, again and a gain, with life telling me:
"It's not working."
Okay. I get it. Now, stop giving me the fuzzy side of the lollipop.
Pray for me! I need it...please.
Wednesday, August 15, 2007
So Let Go, Oh Let Go...
Here I am! Back at UPJ for year three. I can't believe I'm a junior. Wasn't I Freshman just a minutes ago? I guess not. Your little girl is growing up fast, you could say. I'm happy to be back, and at the same time, a lot of weird memories have come flooding back that I thought....heh, *thought* I was past. Maybe there are some things I'll never get over, some memories I'll never bury deeply enough. I need to get the hell out of here just to...
I have to be crazy. I have to be. That's what I've figured out. Something is seriously wrong with me, sometimes. Gah!
I'm really doing well, it's just this stupid little bump I can't quite make myself climb over.
Someday I'll look back on this and laugh.
Maybe I'll get the hang of this sometime...but I hate all these vague references to 'some day' or 'sometime'...is it bad to want things 'right' and 'right now? And if it isn't bad, how do I get them? Because I'm a little bit stuck.
I have to be crazy. I have to be. That's what I've figured out. Something is seriously wrong with me, sometimes. Gah!
I'm really doing well, it's just this stupid little bump I can't quite make myself climb over.
Someday I'll look back on this and laugh.
Maybe I'll get the hang of this sometime...but I hate all these vague references to 'some day' or 'sometime'...is it bad to want things 'right' and 'right now? And if it isn't bad, how do I get them? Because I'm a little bit stuck.
Monday, July 30, 2007
I Saw You Today
I saw you today, I was talking to my friends and you were passing through the building. I was talking and I caught a glance of your sweater, the blue one I gave you last Christmas that brings out your eyes. I wanted to sound witty or laugh or do anything to get you to look at me for a minute, but the moment elapsed and you were down the stairs and off to someplace new.
I saw you today, in the change of the leaves, as I drove down the main street, singing the blues. The sound of someone soulful filtered through the FM stereo, the one speaker still doesn’t work. You were locking your front door, walking out of the house that you share with your best friends. You know the ones that couldn’t stand the way I hung around you and held your hand? You had your haircut since that last time our paths crossed. It looked good. The reds and yellows blurred together above your head, and my car passed slowly, hoping you’d turn. You didn’t, of course, and I didn’t honk my horn, or roll down the window, I just turned up the music, and was swept away by the crescendo.
I saw you today, on the mall’s moving staircase. Yours was moving downward and mine moving up. You saw me and waved, I smiled hello. I tripped over my many bags and clumsy feet at the top of the escalator. I heard your strong, teasing laugh, and I turned around. You watched me travel past you; you took the extra second to see my back float away. You didn’t realize how much I’ve missed you. I laughed and shrugged, I’ve always been clumsy. I didn’t realize how long ago we were in love.
And neither of us knew how to say we still cared.
Found that on my computer, I wrote it a long long time ago. It was strange to find it. I'm online at the library, as my internet is still not functioning at home. I wrote a play. A short one. I still need to do a lot of work on it, but who knows, maybe it'll be something good? I finished working with the kids this week, I miss them already! I also closed Once on this Island, the last show of the summer. Man, it'll be time to go back to school before I blink! This week I'm packing my things, next week I'll be in Philly, and then it's off to UPJ for another year of excitment. But I'm really just thinking about going to Oakland tomorrow to see a dear friend. It'll be fun, I'm so excited! :-)
I've learned a lot about doing the whole 'long distance' thing - even though it's not that far. We're "making it work" (thanks Tim Gunn for the encouragement)! And I'm happy. Really really happy. He's everything I ever wanted and more.
All in all, things are good. I'm really blessed.
Oh. And my brother smells. Thought I'd share.
Love, hugs, and bedtime thugs,
Mic
I saw you today, in the change of the leaves, as I drove down the main street, singing the blues. The sound of someone soulful filtered through the FM stereo, the one speaker still doesn’t work. You were locking your front door, walking out of the house that you share with your best friends. You know the ones that couldn’t stand the way I hung around you and held your hand? You had your haircut since that last time our paths crossed. It looked good. The reds and yellows blurred together above your head, and my car passed slowly, hoping you’d turn. You didn’t, of course, and I didn’t honk my horn, or roll down the window, I just turned up the music, and was swept away by the crescendo.
I saw you today, on the mall’s moving staircase. Yours was moving downward and mine moving up. You saw me and waved, I smiled hello. I tripped over my many bags and clumsy feet at the top of the escalator. I heard your strong, teasing laugh, and I turned around. You watched me travel past you; you took the extra second to see my back float away. You didn’t realize how much I’ve missed you. I laughed and shrugged, I’ve always been clumsy. I didn’t realize how long ago we were in love.
And neither of us knew how to say we still cared.
Found that on my computer, I wrote it a long long time ago. It was strange to find it. I'm online at the library, as my internet is still not functioning at home. I wrote a play. A short one. I still need to do a lot of work on it, but who knows, maybe it'll be something good? I finished working with the kids this week, I miss them already! I also closed Once on this Island, the last show of the summer. Man, it'll be time to go back to school before I blink! This week I'm packing my things, next week I'll be in Philly, and then it's off to UPJ for another year of excitment. But I'm really just thinking about going to Oakland tomorrow to see a dear friend. It'll be fun, I'm so excited! :-)
I've learned a lot about doing the whole 'long distance' thing - even though it's not that far. We're "making it work" (thanks Tim Gunn for the encouragement)! And I'm happy. Really really happy. He's everything I ever wanted and more.
All in all, things are good. I'm really blessed.
Oh. And my brother smells. Thought I'd share.
Love, hugs, and bedtime thugs,
Mic
Sunday, July 08, 2007
Inspired
Well. Two shows down, one to go. This summer is flying by me and taking forever at the same time it seems. Hard as it is to believe, three weeks from now I'll be done preforming, and two weeks after that I'll be back at UPJ.
At the closing night of Into The Woods, a bunch of fun stuff happened. First, at 7:07 and 7 seconds PM on 7-7-07, Rapunzel, Lucinda (one of Cinderella's stepsisters), the Wolf/Rapunzel's Prince, and I all made a wish. It was a great feeling. I love sharing those moments with friends.
The second great cool thing that happened was, well, the night before last, really. The Baker and I shared some strawberry deliciousness, Cinderella's Prince and I had a heart to heart about boys, and Jack and I made sarcastic comments about EVERYONE. Oh me, being surrounded by three gay guys was the perfect cure for a terrible week. At one point they said to me "Oh honey child! Do not worry about men, they're always going to be a problem, you might as well stop crying off good expensive make-up over them!" That's all I needed. A little sass and a lot of jokes about me turning them all straight with my good looks and charm (yeah right). :-p
The last awesome good thing that happened was: a family with a guy named Alex along with a professional sign language interpreter picked our show out of all the shows they could have gone to see in Pittsburgh to attend. After listening to the music once, they were sold on the show. Comtra is so small, the audience is right in your face and you're surrounded by them on all four sides of the stage...and this interpreter - was incredible. I watched him a lot of the time I was on stage, and the way the lyrics are, the whole show is - it's so overlapped and the interpreter caught EVERYTHING. His energy and enthusiasm was breathtaking. I felt badly because sometimes he had to stand up and sign over hus...he sat in the section directly across from Alex, so Alex could watch the action on stage and see what everyone was saying, too. I went up to him after words and shook his hand, and he and Alex kept thanking us for putting on the show. I thanked him for HIS performance, because this interpreter told me that he tries to match the energy of the actors, but he went above and beyond. It was so cool, I would love to do that. They also told me that this was the most welcoming theatre. Apparently traveling shows, like Broadway tours and such, are really rude and complain, saying things such as: "Fine! We HAVE to have these people here." That broke my heart. I hope that the people who feel that way remember what being an actor is all about...it's not about feeling inconvenienced because someone who has a special need or disability wants to enjoy the wonderful world of theatre, it's about welcoming everyone into a totally new world with witches and giants, a family, a future...etc.
Anywho, I'm inspired to say the least.
At the closing night of Into The Woods, a bunch of fun stuff happened. First, at 7:07 and 7 seconds PM on 7-7-07, Rapunzel, Lucinda (one of Cinderella's stepsisters), the Wolf/Rapunzel's Prince, and I all made a wish. It was a great feeling. I love sharing those moments with friends.
The second great cool thing that happened was, well, the night before last, really. The Baker and I shared some strawberry deliciousness, Cinderella's Prince and I had a heart to heart about boys, and Jack and I made sarcastic comments about EVERYONE. Oh me, being surrounded by three gay guys was the perfect cure for a terrible week. At one point they said to me "Oh honey child! Do not worry about men, they're always going to be a problem, you might as well stop crying off good expensive make-up over them!" That's all I needed. A little sass and a lot of jokes about me turning them all straight with my good looks and charm (yeah right). :-p
The last awesome good thing that happened was: a family with a guy named Alex along with a professional sign language interpreter picked our show out of all the shows they could have gone to see in Pittsburgh to attend. After listening to the music once, they were sold on the show. Comtra is so small, the audience is right in your face and you're surrounded by them on all four sides of the stage...and this interpreter - was incredible. I watched him a lot of the time I was on stage, and the way the lyrics are, the whole show is - it's so overlapped and the interpreter caught EVERYTHING. His energy and enthusiasm was breathtaking. I felt badly because sometimes he had to stand up and sign over hus...he sat in the section directly across from Alex, so Alex could watch the action on stage and see what everyone was saying, too. I went up to him after words and shook his hand, and he and Alex kept thanking us for putting on the show. I thanked him for HIS performance, because this interpreter told me that he tries to match the energy of the actors, but he went above and beyond. It was so cool, I would love to do that. They also told me that this was the most welcoming theatre. Apparently traveling shows, like Broadway tours and such, are really rude and complain, saying things such as: "Fine! We HAVE to have these people here." That broke my heart. I hope that the people who feel that way remember what being an actor is all about...it's not about feeling inconvenienced because someone who has a special need or disability wants to enjoy the wonderful world of theatre, it's about welcoming everyone into a totally new world with witches and giants, a family, a future...etc.
Anywho, I'm inspired to say the least.
Saturday, June 30, 2007
Moments in the Woods.
What was that?
Was that me?
Was that him?
Did a Prince really kiss me?
And kiss me?
And kiss me?
And did I kiss him back?
Was it wrong?
Am I mad?
Is that all?
Does he miss me?
Was he suddenly
Getting bored with me?
Wake up! Stop dreaming.
Stop prancing about the woods.
It's not beseeming.
What is it about the woods?
Back to life, back to sense,
Back to child, back to husband,
You can't live in the woods.
There are vows, there are ties,
There are needs, there are standards,
There are "shouldn'ts" and "shoulds"
Why not both instead?
There's the answer, if you're clever:
have a child for warmth,
And a Baker for bread,
And a Prince for whatever-
Never!
It's these woods.
Face the facts, find the boy,
Join the group, stop the Giant-
Just get out of these woods.
Was that him? yes it was.
Was that me? No it wasn't,
Just a trick of the woods.
Just a moment,
One peculiar passing moment...
Must it all be either less or more,
Either plain or grand?
Is it always "or"?
Is it never "and"?
That's what woods are for:
For those moments in the woods...
Oh. If life were made of moments,
Even now and then a bad one-!
But if life were only moments,
Then you'd never know you had one.
First a Witch, then a child,
Then a Prince, then a moment-
Who can live in the woods?
And to get what you wish,
Only just for a moment-
These are dangerous woods...
Let the moment go...
Don't forget it for a moment, though.
Just remembering you've had and "and",
When you're back to "or",
Makes the "or" mean more
Than it did before.
Now I understand-
And it's time to leave the woods.
Was that me?
Was that him?
Did a Prince really kiss me?
And kiss me?
And kiss me?
And did I kiss him back?
Was it wrong?
Am I mad?
Is that all?
Does he miss me?
Was he suddenly
Getting bored with me?
Wake up! Stop dreaming.
Stop prancing about the woods.
It's not beseeming.
What is it about the woods?
Back to life, back to sense,
Back to child, back to husband,
You can't live in the woods.
There are vows, there are ties,
There are needs, there are standards,
There are "shouldn'ts" and "shoulds"
Why not both instead?
There's the answer, if you're clever:
have a child for warmth,
And a Baker for bread,
And a Prince for whatever-
Never!
It's these woods.
Face the facts, find the boy,
Join the group, stop the Giant-
Just get out of these woods.
Was that him? yes it was.
Was that me? No it wasn't,
Just a trick of the woods.
Just a moment,
One peculiar passing moment...
Must it all be either less or more,
Either plain or grand?
Is it always "or"?
Is it never "and"?
That's what woods are for:
For those moments in the woods...
Oh. If life were made of moments,
Even now and then a bad one-!
But if life were only moments,
Then you'd never know you had one.
First a Witch, then a child,
Then a Prince, then a moment-
Who can live in the woods?
And to get what you wish,
Only just for a moment-
These are dangerous woods...
Let the moment go...
Don't forget it for a moment, though.
Just remembering you've had and "and",
When you're back to "or",
Makes the "or" mean more
Than it did before.
Now I understand-
And it's time to leave the woods.
Wednesday, June 20, 2007
Where fairy tales collide, and musical numbers are performed...
| Start Time: | Friday, June 22, 2007 at 7:00pm |
| End Time: | Saturday, July 7, 2007 at 9:00pm |
| Location: | Comtra Theatre |
| Street: | Route 19 North |
| City/Town: | Cranberry, PA |
Into the Woods is an award-winning musical with music and lyrics by Stephen Sondheim and book by James Lapine.
The musical intertwines a collection of uncensored versions of 18th century Brothers Grimm fairy tales. An original story involving a Baker and his Wife's quest to begin a family ties together the stories of Little Red Riding Hood, Jack and the Beanstalk, Rapunzel, and Cinderella.
The musical makes heavy use of syncopated speech. In many instances, the characters' lines are delivered with a fixed beat that follows natural speech rhythms, but is also purposely composed in eighth, sixteenth, and quarter note rhythms as part of a spoken song. Like many Sondheim/Lapine productions, the songs contain thought-process narrative, where characters converse or think aloud.
The score is also notable in Sondheim's output because of its intricate reworking and development of small musical motifs. In particular, the opening words, "I wish", are set to the interval of a rising major second and this small unit is both repeated and developed throughout the show, just as Lapine's book explores the consequences of self-interest and "wishing."
To order tickets, please call 724-773-9896
Comtra Theatre is located on Route 19 North in Cranberry Township, PA, about a mile north of Cranberry Mall and the Pennsylvania Turnpike.
It isnext door to Domenico's Restaurant and across the highway from West View Savings Bank.
If you're coming from the North, we're on the left side of the road. From the south, we're on the right side.
Performances are scheduled each Friday and Saturday evening at 7:30pm
Doors open at 7:00pm
Musical Tickets are $12.
Thursday, June 14, 2007
Not so late breaking news...
I have a cell phone. Thanks to help from the lovely Paigetta, of course!
Want the number? Leave me a comment.
Don't care? Ignore this update.
Simply marvelous!
Want the number? Leave me a comment.
Don't care? Ignore this update.
Simply marvelous!
Tuesday, May 29, 2007
NOT the Hilary Duff movie, people.
Cheaper by the Dozen" is about an efficiency expert who runs his large family the way he runs a factory. Any method he can find to save time or energy, he implements it. Fittingly, the play is as efficient as can be, breezing through three acts and a whole lot of congenial humor, all in only approximately 100 minutes.
The play is set in the 1920s, as remembered by Ernestine and Frank , children #s. 2 and 3 in a family of 12. They are affable hosts as they reflect on their rigidly structured but very happy childhood.
Please call 724-773-9896 to make reservations.
Show times are Fridays and Saturdays at 7:30 p.m. Doors open at 7:00pm.
Plays and comedies are $10 per ticket.
Comtra is pictured on the home page of this site (http://www.comtratheatre.com), and is located on Route 19 North in Cranberry Township, PA, about a mile north of Cranberry Mall and the Pennsylvania Turnpike.
Located next door to Domenico's Restaurant and across the highway from West View Savings Bank. If you're coming from the North, we're on the left side of the road. From the south, we're on the right side.
Come see it!
Tuesday, May 15, 2007
25 Questions.
You're my friend. I'd like to know 25 things about you. Just hit "View My Complete Profile" and pick the 'Email' selection. It'll be confidential. (entertain my ass!) Thanks!
You'll be surprised how much you didn't know about your friends after this!
1. Ever punch someone in the face?
2. How old are you?
3. Are you single or taken?
4. Eat with your hands or utensils?
5. Do you dream at night?
6. Ever seen a corpse?
7. Have you ever wished someone dead?
8. Ever wanted to delete me?
9. Whats your philosophy on life? and death?
10. If you could do anything with me, and have no one know about it, what would it be?
11. Do you trust the police?
12. Do you like country music?
13. What is your fondest memory of me? Be honest.
14. If you could change anything about yourself would you?
15. Would you date me?
16. What do you wear to sleep?
17. Have you ever peed in a pool?
18. Would you hide evidence for me if I asked you to?
19. If I only had one day to live, what would we do together?
20. What is your favorite thing about me?
21. Do you think I'm attractive?
22. What's your favorite color?
23. If you could bring back anyone that has passed, who would it be?
24. Tell me one interesting/odd fact about you?
25. Will you post this so I can fill it out for you?
You'll be surprised how much you didn't know about your friends after this!
1. Ever punch someone in the face?
2. How old are you?
3. Are you single or taken?
4. Eat with your hands or utensils?
5. Do you dream at night?
6. Ever seen a corpse?
7. Have you ever wished someone dead?
8. Ever wanted to delete me?
9. Whats your philosophy on life? and death?
10. If you could do anything with me, and have no one know about it, what would it be?
11. Do you trust the police?
12. Do you like country music?
13. What is your fondest memory of me? Be honest.
14. If you could change anything about yourself would you?
15. Would you date me?
16. What do you wear to sleep?
17. Have you ever peed in a pool?
18. Would you hide evidence for me if I asked you to?
19. If I only had one day to live, what would we do together?
20. What is your favorite thing about me?
21. Do you think I'm attractive?
22. What's your favorite color?
23. If you could bring back anyone that has passed, who would it be?
24. Tell me one interesting/odd fact about you?
25. Will you post this so I can fill it out for you?
Thursday, May 10, 2007
Smokey! Get Out Of That Cat Nip!
Rachel and I went to the pet store today to stalk our GREAT friend Debbie from "Shady Pines" (emphasis on 'shady'), and to buy Rach's cat, Smoky, some cat nip. We had a five minute conversation with the sales lady about it having the same affect as Marijuana seems to have on humans.
Now, the only question left unanswered (I believe Rachel asked this of the pet store woman...)
If you roll it and smoke it, would it have the same affect on us as it does on Smokey?
We may never know. All I know is, Smokey got one and a third ounces for a steal.
Rachel Aileen: so the cat's outside getting stoned
Me: haha stoooned kitty
Rachel Aileen: hahah
Me: love it.
Rachel Aileen: I imagine him taking it to the streets. Smokey doesn't come home at night cause he's pushin nip on the corner
Me: he's a pretty big supplier in this area.
Rachel Aileen:so I hear
Me: Hey, don't tell anyone where you heard this from...
Me: but I think the Narc cops are onto him.
Me: I heard some talk. ya know?
Rachel Aileen: oh, man
Rachel Aileen: he's got so much hope..so much goin for him
Rachel Aileen: I never should have got him hooked
Me: You can't blame yourself.
Me: these things start so small...it's not even a blink of an eye before they snowball
Me: have you thought about intervention?
Me: N.A.?
Rachel Aileen: sigh, yes..I have
Rachel Aileen:it's just..so much trouble
Me: Hard to track down guys that'll sit down with him and agree not to encourage his habits?
Rachel Aileen: haha
Rachel Aileen: ah
Rachel Aileen: precisely
Rachel Aileen:I mean he's almost 50 in cat years..he's an adult
Me: he should know better...
Me: and like, it affects them SO much, you know?
Rachel Aileen: he should, it's a little out of control
Rachel Aileen: his tricks are loosing there form
Rachel Aileen: their*
Rachel Aileen: losing*
Me: Really?
Rachel Aileen: he's given up catching mice
Me: Wow, Rach. that's bad.
Rachel Aileen: mhm...
Rachel Aileen: really.
Me: I just...I ... I never thought it would end up like this... :'(
Rachel Aileen: I know...I didn't either.
Me: *sniff* Sorry, I'll try to hold it together.
Me: this has to be so hard on your poor parents.
Rachel Aileen: oh, yes..well..they put it all on me, ya know. I mean he's my responsibility
Me: that's not fair! He's just as much their son as he is your brother!!!
Rachel Aileen: well, he's actually more mine than his
Rachel Aileen: er..theirs*
Me: they have him 9 consecutive months out of the year, though.
Me: you asked them to look out for him.
Me: to take him under their wing!
Me: and what happens?
Me: you come home...and...and...
Rachel Aileen: i know...I KNOWW
Rachel Aileen: OH
Rachel Aileen: ah
Rachel Aileen: the agony
Rachel Aileen: the injustice
Me: WHY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!????????????????????????????
Me: OH WHYYYYY?
Rachel Aileen: I DON'T KNOWWW
Me: *sob*
Me: Check this out.
Me: http://thirdeyedumb.com/2007/04/children_have_begun_artists_ha.html
Rachel Aileen: hahah wow that's awesome
Me: lol
Rachel Aileen is away at 10:04:54 PM.
Me: lol I love you right now.
___________________________________________________________________
Auto response from Rachel Aileen:
Rachel Aileen: I imagine him taking it to the streets. Smokey doesn't come home at night cause he's pushin nip on the corner.
Michelina: You can't blame yourself.
Michelina: these things start so small...it's not even a blink of an eye before they snowball
__________________________________________________________________
Me: and always!
Me: ...and Smokey. God bless him.
We are a special pair, us two.
Now, the only question left unanswered (I believe Rachel asked this of the pet store woman...)
If you roll it and smoke it, would it have the same affect on us as it does on Smokey?
We may never know. All I know is, Smokey got one and a third ounces for a steal.
Rachel Aileen: so the cat's outside getting stoned
Me: haha stoooned kitty
Rachel Aileen: hahah
Me: love it.
Rachel Aileen: I imagine him taking it to the streets. Smokey doesn't come home at night cause he's pushin nip on the corner
Me: he's a pretty big supplier in this area.
Rachel Aileen:so I hear
Me: Hey, don't tell anyone where you heard this from...
Me: but I think the Narc cops are onto him.
Me: I heard some talk. ya know?
Rachel Aileen: oh, man
Rachel Aileen: he's got so much hope..so much goin for him
Rachel Aileen: I never should have got him hooked
Me: You can't blame yourself.
Me: these things start so small...it's not even a blink of an eye before they snowball
Me: have you thought about intervention?
Me: N.A.?
Rachel Aileen: sigh, yes..I have
Rachel Aileen:it's just..so much trouble
Me: Hard to track down guys that'll sit down with him and agree not to encourage his habits?
Rachel Aileen: haha
Rachel Aileen: ah
Rachel Aileen: precisely
Rachel Aileen:I mean he's almost 50 in cat years..he's an adult
Me: he should know better...
Me: and like, it affects them SO much, you know?
Rachel Aileen: he should, it's a little out of control
Rachel Aileen: his tricks are loosing there form
Rachel Aileen: their*
Rachel Aileen: losing*
Me: Really?
Rachel Aileen: he's given up catching mice
Me: Wow, Rach. that's bad.
Rachel Aileen: mhm...
Rachel Aileen: really.
Me: I just...I ... I never thought it would end up like this... :'(
Rachel Aileen: I know...I didn't either.
Me: *sniff* Sorry, I'll try to hold it together.
Me: this has to be so hard on your poor parents.
Rachel Aileen: oh, yes..well..they put it all on me, ya know. I mean he's my responsibility
Me: that's not fair! He's just as much their son as he is your brother!!!
Rachel Aileen: well, he's actually more mine than his
Rachel Aileen: er..theirs*
Me: they have him 9 consecutive months out of the year, though.
Me: you asked them to look out for him.
Me: to take him under their wing!
Me: and what happens?
Me: you come home...and...and...
Rachel Aileen: i know...I KNOWW
Rachel Aileen: OH
Rachel Aileen: ah
Rachel Aileen: the agony
Rachel Aileen: the injustice
Me: WHY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!????????????????????????????
Me: OH WHYYYYY?
Rachel Aileen: I DON'T KNOWWW
Me: *sob*
Me: Check this out.
Me: http://thirdeyedumb.com/2007/04/children_have_begun_artists_ha.html
Rachel Aileen: hahah wow that's awesome
Me: lol
Rachel Aileen is away at 10:04:54 PM.
Me: lol I love you right now.
___________________________________________________________________
Auto response from Rachel Aileen:
Rachel Aileen: I imagine him taking it to the streets. Smokey doesn't come home at night cause he's pushin nip on the corner.
Michelina: You can't blame yourself.
Michelina: these things start so small...it's not even a blink of an eye before they snowball
__________________________________________________________________
Me: and always!
Me: ...and Smokey. God bless him.
We are a special pair, us two.
Wednesday, May 02, 2007
Only 101 Days to Go.
I forgot how insane my family is. Today was a crazy one, but if I go on and on about that - that would be emo. Instead, I'll talk about happy things. Let me think. Today was a good day, some of it. I've been reading a book called 'Jesus' Son.' It's a compilation of short stories, very good imagery and analogy use. I think that sometimes it takes a really realistic writer to inspire imaginative creativity (no guarantee it'll be HAPPY imaginative creativity, though).
Daniel's soon-to-be-wife walked into the cozy restaurant, a whirlwind of creamy snow twirling dizzily around her, only to quickly be sucked up by the vacuum created when the heavy wooden door closed with a satisfying k-chuk. Daniel quickly rose to greet her. After gently lifting off Monique's heavy green pea coat, and seating her in a weighty coal-colored throne, he stole a moment to simply drink in her energy. Enthusiastically chatting away, telling secrets of Christmas shopping, and bridal party dresses, she was completely oblivious to her own charm, the breathtaking delicacy, yet thick power to draw a captive audience of one. He held her beloved in his focus, letting her laughter wash over him.
Daniel couldn't help glancing at Monique's newly manicured fingers as she slipped them out of her black velvet gloves. The ring he presented to her a short two years ago rested on her left hand, the exact picture of elegance. It seemed as though it was only yesterday he was down on one knee, gazing into her dark chocolate brown eyes. He stared at her, and she continued her talk of errands ran throughout the day. Monique brushed the stray strands of fire out of her eyes, and tucked them behind her ear. "By the way," she was choosing her words carefully, leaning over her stemmed glass of red wine,
"I ran into Olivia today while I was shopping for your mom's Christmas present. She and I grabbed some brunch before I went back to shopping. I decided on a small Sapphire bracelet. It was on sale, and her birthday is in September so, that's her birthstone. I think she'll like it, don't you?"
"Back up, cutie. You ran into whom?" To the best of Daniel's knowledge, Olivia moved to Connecticut to obtain her PhD and start her own practice. She moved out of this tired little town ages ago. The charm it holds for Daniel and Monique stifled Olivia.
"Yeah, she's engaged to that guy now...what was his name? You know the one, she's been with him for about five years now, something with a J..."
"Jonathan. Jonathan O'Dae."
"That's right! What a nice guy he is. She's really happy; they're getting married about two months after we are. Isn't that exciting? We had wedding talk, it was great. You know, the girlie things. Oh, and..."
Daniel's thoughts interrupted the flow of conversation. O'Dae. Daniel remembered him all too well. When Daniel left Olivia for the last time (little did he know then that was the end of not only a relationship, but a long-time friendship), Jonathan whisked Olivia off to far away places, even though she still had her apartment just down the street.
Olivia was in the same graduate school program as Daniel. They had similar classes and ended up being semester project partners. When winter break came around, they continued to speak on the phone, and by January, Daniel fell for her. He knew he wasn't her "type", but that she was beautiful and outgoing. He was just quiet, more reserved, not as popular or well-known around campus. However, in March, he made a name for himself and her heart began to flutter faster at the mention of him.
Soon, invited him to her apartment. They were there often. One night, he didn't leave. And the next night, and the next night...they just talked until they couldn't keep their eyes open anymore. They were more than a couple come summertime, more than that, they were best friends. Each at separate internships, yet always bouncing ideas back and forth. She was his stronghold. She saw things, ways to make projects more innovative, and her input improved his performance. She swore he was inspiring her to be something more than just average.
But, time changes things. Time really does change things. People say words they don't mean, and hearts are quite breakable, even in today's day and age. By December, the 'together' status changed to 'apart' and back again almost weekly. At the end, there was nothing more to say. He couldn't be with her, as badly as he desired it to be so; she knew life without him would be unbearable. Begging, pleading, and second chances - all were exhausted.
Daniel moved on, perhaps more quickly than he should have. Monique was his shoulder to cry on and a funny face to make him smile. Months later, Daniel heard of Olivia's new beau, and it was - surprisingly - a shot to the heart. Old wounds were opened and they bled freely. It was so painful; he felt he had to talk to Olivia again.
That ended poorly. And now? They haven't spoken in years, via her request. He heard from former classmates and friends of friends that Olivia was going to be very successful far away from this little town. That was the last he knew of the closest friendship and heaviest heartbreak he ever had.
Her voice was pressing, insisting. Monique reached out and squeezed her almost-husband's hand. "Isn't that great, darling?"
"Oh, I'm sorry, what?" Daniel shook the cobwebs of old memories out of his head, and looked up at her.
"I said, isn't that great, darling?"
Ok, that was only a LITTLE emo. I'm watching Nick @ Nite and typing, so give me a break. It's the best I can come up with while I'm zapping my brain into an oblivion of Carlton doing that weird happy dance he is so good at. Bedtime. Peace, out.
Strands of Fire
Daniel's soon-to-be-wife walked into the cozy restaurant, a whirlwind of creamy snow twirling dizzily around her, only to quickly be sucked up by the vacuum created when the heavy wooden door closed with a satisfying k-chuk. Daniel quickly rose to greet her. After gently lifting off Monique's heavy green pea coat, and seating her in a weighty coal-colored throne, he stole a moment to simply drink in her energy. Enthusiastically chatting away, telling secrets of Christmas shopping, and bridal party dresses, she was completely oblivious to her own charm, the breathtaking delicacy, yet thick power to draw a captive audience of one. He held her beloved in his focus, letting her laughter wash over him.
Daniel couldn't help glancing at Monique's newly manicured fingers as she slipped them out of her black velvet gloves. The ring he presented to her a short two years ago rested on her left hand, the exact picture of elegance. It seemed as though it was only yesterday he was down on one knee, gazing into her dark chocolate brown eyes. He stared at her, and she continued her talk of errands ran throughout the day. Monique brushed the stray strands of fire out of her eyes, and tucked them behind her ear. "By the way," she was choosing her words carefully, leaning over her stemmed glass of red wine,
"I ran into Olivia today while I was shopping for your mom's Christmas present. She and I grabbed some brunch before I went back to shopping. I decided on a small Sapphire bracelet. It was on sale, and her birthday is in September so, that's her birthstone. I think she'll like it, don't you?"
"Back up, cutie. You ran into whom?" To the best of Daniel's knowledge, Olivia moved to Connecticut to obtain her PhD and start her own practice. She moved out of this tired little town ages ago. The charm it holds for Daniel and Monique stifled Olivia.
"Yeah, she's engaged to that guy now...what was his name? You know the one, she's been with him for about five years now, something with a J..."
"Jonathan. Jonathan O'Dae."
"That's right! What a nice guy he is. She's really happy; they're getting married about two months after we are. Isn't that exciting? We had wedding talk, it was great. You know, the girlie things. Oh, and..."
Daniel's thoughts interrupted the flow of conversation. O'Dae. Daniel remembered him all too well. When Daniel left Olivia for the last time (little did he know then that was the end of not only a relationship, but a long-time friendship), Jonathan whisked Olivia off to far away places, even though she still had her apartment just down the street.
Olivia was in the same graduate school program as Daniel. They had similar classes and ended up being semester project partners. When winter break came around, they continued to speak on the phone, and by January, Daniel fell for her. He knew he wasn't her "type", but that she was beautiful and outgoing. He was just quiet, more reserved, not as popular or well-known around campus. However, in March, he made a name for himself and her heart began to flutter faster at the mention of him.
Soon, invited him to her apartment. They were there often. One night, he didn't leave. And the next night, and the next night...they just talked until they couldn't keep their eyes open anymore. They were more than a couple come summertime, more than that, they were best friends. Each at separate internships, yet always bouncing ideas back and forth. She was his stronghold. She saw things, ways to make projects more innovative, and her input improved his performance. She swore he was inspiring her to be something more than just average.
But, time changes things. Time really does change things. People say words they don't mean, and hearts are quite breakable, even in today's day and age. By December, the 'together' status changed to 'apart' and back again almost weekly. At the end, there was nothing more to say. He couldn't be with her, as badly as he desired it to be so; she knew life without him would be unbearable. Begging, pleading, and second chances - all were exhausted.
Daniel moved on, perhaps more quickly than he should have. Monique was his shoulder to cry on and a funny face to make him smile. Months later, Daniel heard of Olivia's new beau, and it was - surprisingly - a shot to the heart. Old wounds were opened and they bled freely. It was so painful; he felt he had to talk to Olivia again.
That ended poorly. And now? They haven't spoken in years, via her request. He heard from former classmates and friends of friends that Olivia was going to be very successful far away from this little town. That was the last he knew of the closest friendship and heaviest heartbreak he ever had.
Her voice was pressing, insisting. Monique reached out and squeezed her almost-husband's hand. "Isn't that great, darling?"
"Oh, I'm sorry, what?" Daniel shook the cobwebs of old memories out of his head, and looked up at her.
"I said, isn't that great, darling?"
Ok, that was only a LITTLE emo. I'm watching Nick @ Nite and typing, so give me a break. It's the best I can come up with while I'm zapping my brain into an oblivion of Carlton doing that weird happy dance he is so good at. Bedtime. Peace, out.
Monday, April 23, 2007
There is a River in Judea
Often times I dream of music,
Of the river that freely flows.
And it sings a song sweeter than honey,
One everybody knows.
Late at night, I hear it singing.
Then again when I wake at dawn.
And it fills me up with hope and goodwill,
The will to go on,
Go on.
There is a river in Judea
That I heard of long ago.
And it's a singing, ringing river
That my soul cries out
To know.
I believe it keeps on travlin'
But it rests on the Sabbath day.
And the time when it pauses in stillness,
I almost hear it pray.
When I'm weary and downhearted,
How I long for the song it sings,
For the calm within its gentle blue,
The peace that it brings, it brings.
There is a river in Judea
That I heard of long ago.
And it's a singing, ringing river
That my soul cries out
To know.
May the time not be too distant
When we meet by the river (meet by the) shore.
'Til then dream of that wonderful day
As we sing once more, once more:
There is a river in Judea (hallelu)
That I heard of long ago (hallelu),
It's a singing, ringing river
That my soul cries out (my soul cries out)
To the river in Judea.
Hallelujah
The line 'I almost hear it pray' is my favorite, even though sopranos don't sing it, there's this BEAUTIFUL tenor part, it makes my heart rise every time. :-)
I sang 'Roxie' from Chicago at a choir concert on Saturday, and messed it up! *Takes a Bow* THANK YEEEW! Heh, ah well, tis a smaller thing.
I like to listen to my old choir concerts on CD, which I am doing now, very interesting to hear how a group grows and changes and diminishes, just to grow again.
You know, I have the best poem ideas when I am awake, but exhausted, just after the alarm rings for the third time, or so. However, they slip my mind by the time I sit down at the computer.
I already have three finals down, only two to go. Oh me. I'm ready to get outta here for the summer. I haven't even started packing, though. Which is not so cool. But it will get done. I'm on key duty most of tomorrow, so that will be a great time to take care of this... *ahem* clutter (to put it lightly).
'You'd notice him...and even without like cluckin' like a hen, everyone gets noticed now and then...'
I'm in "Cheaper by the Dozen" and "Into The Woods" already this summer. Rehearsals will start as soon as I get home. Oh! And an audition for "Once on this Island". I think I'll sing 'The Wizard and I" and "Nice"...or maybe "Times Like This". They're all by the same writers who did Once on this Island, so that's helpful. Keep your fingers crossed! I already am Ernestine (great name!) and Little Red Riding Hood!
So, I guess I'm getting noticed, at least in community theatre.
I should update the ol' resume.
"I hope I haven't taken up too much of your time."
I'm off to get more boxes, drop off my First Aid kit (yeah, that was due Friday. My bad), and turning in old paperwork.
Peace, love, and gorgeous weather.
Of the river that freely flows.
And it sings a song sweeter than honey,
One everybody knows.
Late at night, I hear it singing.
Then again when I wake at dawn.
And it fills me up with hope and goodwill,
The will to go on,
Go on.
There is a river in Judea
That I heard of long ago.
And it's a singing, ringing river
That my soul cries out
To know.
I believe it keeps on travlin'
But it rests on the Sabbath day.
And the time when it pauses in stillness,
I almost hear it pray.
When I'm weary and downhearted,
How I long for the song it sings,
For the calm within its gentle blue,
The peace that it brings, it brings.
There is a river in Judea
That I heard of long ago.
And it's a singing, ringing river
That my soul cries out
To know.
May the time not be too distant
When we meet by the river (meet by the) shore.
'Til then dream of that wonderful day
As we sing once more, once more:
There is a river in Judea (hallelu)
That I heard of long ago (hallelu),
It's a singing, ringing river
That my soul cries out (my soul cries out)
To the river in Judea.
Hallelujah
The line 'I almost hear it pray' is my favorite, even though sopranos don't sing it, there's this BEAUTIFUL tenor part, it makes my heart rise every time. :-)
I sang 'Roxie' from Chicago at a choir concert on Saturday, and messed it up! *Takes a Bow* THANK YEEEW! Heh, ah well, tis a smaller thing.
I like to listen to my old choir concerts on CD, which I am doing now, very interesting to hear how a group grows and changes and diminishes, just to grow again.
You know, I have the best poem ideas when I am awake, but exhausted, just after the alarm rings for the third time, or so. However, they slip my mind by the time I sit down at the computer.
I already have three finals down, only two to go. Oh me. I'm ready to get outta here for the summer. I haven't even started packing, though. Which is not so cool. But it will get done. I'm on key duty most of tomorrow, so that will be a great time to take care of this... *ahem* clutter (to put it lightly).
'You'd notice him...and even without like cluckin' like a hen, everyone gets noticed now and then...'
I'm in "Cheaper by the Dozen" and "Into The Woods" already this summer. Rehearsals will start as soon as I get home. Oh! And an audition for "Once on this Island". I think I'll sing 'The Wizard and I" and "Nice"...or maybe "Times Like This". They're all by the same writers who did Once on this Island, so that's helpful. Keep your fingers crossed! I already am Ernestine (great name!) and Little Red Riding Hood!
So, I guess I'm getting noticed, at least in community theatre.
I should update the ol' resume.
"I hope I haven't taken up too much of your time."
I'm off to get more boxes, drop off my First Aid kit (yeah, that was due Friday. My bad), and turning in old paperwork.
Peace, love, and gorgeous weather.
Monday, April 16, 2007
April Showers...
"April showers bring May flowers..."
Ha! That's a laugh. It's currently:
30°F
Light Snow
Wind: W at 31 mph
Humidity: 88%
Welcome to Johnstown...otherwise known as an Antarctic Hell.
Today, we shall discuss how to stay warm when traveling from Hickory Hall to Krebs Hall on snowy April mornings.
Usually, all one would have to do is walk outside their side door, into the bright warm sunshine. They would walk past Laurel, past the student union, library, Biddle Hall, the 'Quad' (which is really a 'Triad'), and walk into Krebs. However, it is not bright, warm, or sunny...
Instead, what one needs to do is go the long way out of Hickory, in order to keep warm until the very last second. Then, cut through Laurel, avoid those exercising in the rec. room, and run in to the Union. Go up the Union stairs, though the top entrance, and proceed to take the 'Biddle Bypass.' Walk all the way through Biddle, come out near Blackington, go into Blackingtown (because even if you're inside for a second, at least you avoid the snow falling off the roof and the wind that is strong enough to take you off your feet), and sprint into Krebs before hit with a falling icicle.
And THAT is how you get around UPJ. I admit, it's tedious, long, and unnecessary - but...IT'S SNOWING IN APRIL! So, it doesn't really matter how ridiculous my route is, because nothing tops snow after the first week of March.
Today, it's snowing. And it has been for about three weeks now.
I want you all to know, I'm protesting Mother Nature. Today, I wore Green Flipflops. Tomorrow, I may forgo my winter coat. By Friday, who knows? I may just walk around campus in my bathing suit.
I think that the weather just needs reminding that winter is over. Someone forgot to send a memo somewhere, and now it's gross outside. See what happens when you don't file paperwork in a timely manner?
Ha! That's a laugh. It's currently:
30°F
Light Snow
Wind: W at 31 mph
Humidity: 88%
Welcome to Johnstown...otherwise known as an Antarctic Hell.
Today, we shall discuss how to stay warm when traveling from Hickory Hall to Krebs Hall on snowy April mornings.
Usually, all one would have to do is walk outside their side door, into the bright warm sunshine. They would walk past Laurel, past the student union, library, Biddle Hall, the 'Quad' (which is really a 'Triad'), and walk into Krebs. However, it is not bright, warm, or sunny...
Instead, what one needs to do is go the long way out of Hickory, in order to keep warm until the very last second. Then, cut through Laurel, avoid those exercising in the rec. room, and run in to the Union. Go up the Union stairs, though the top entrance, and proceed to take the 'Biddle Bypass.' Walk all the way through Biddle, come out near Blackington, go into Blackingtown (because even if you're inside for a second, at least you avoid the snow falling off the roof and the wind that is strong enough to take you off your feet), and sprint into Krebs before hit with a falling icicle.
And THAT is how you get around UPJ. I admit, it's tedious, long, and unnecessary - but...IT'S SNOWING IN APRIL! So, it doesn't really matter how ridiculous my route is, because nothing tops snow after the first week of March.
Today, it's snowing. And it has been for about three weeks now.
I want you all to know, I'm protesting Mother Nature. Today, I wore Green Flipflops. Tomorrow, I may forgo my winter coat. By Friday, who knows? I may just walk around campus in my bathing suit.
I think that the weather just needs reminding that winter is over. Someone forgot to send a memo somewhere, and now it's gross outside. See what happens when you don't file paperwork in a timely manner?
Saturday, March 17, 2007
Thursday, March 15, 2007
Just love me through the chaos
What's going on? WHY AREN'T YOU SEIZING THE BOY!?
I have a big head...and little arms... I'm just not sure how well this plan was thought through
-- Meet the Robinsons
Every time I see that commercial I crack up. My brother and I were hanging out at home Sunday afternoon, I was packing, and it came on. I paid no attention, but my brother proceeds to burst out of the bathroom in a bizarre pose with his arms shrunk into his shirt, and he screamed 'I HAVE A BIG HEAD! AND LITTLE ARMS!' I looked at him like he was nuts, he sat me down and made me watch the commercial. Thanks Mark!
I'm assistant directing for Golgonooza AKA: co-directing/props managing/stage crew to directors go-between/ secretary. It's a good time. I'm not used to Dylan, the official director, or his style. But I know it will be a good play when we're all through. My organizational creativity and his absurdest ideas will blend well together.
I was chosen to be a Resident Director of a large first year building for the 2007-2008 school year. Yeah Hickory Hall! I'm excited, but this week is a little stressful. Interviewing returning RA's, and new candidates, selecting the strongest staff possible - oh my. I'm confident that everything will turn out very well. Still, nerves are getting the best of me.
Scheduling. I convinced mom to let me drop my sociology minor. Thank God.
Through all of the insanity, something is missing. I don't know what it is, it's nameless, it's ominous, it's quiet. I'm tired, not sleepy. Tired. It's weird, I'm oddly dissatisfied with my sophomore year. But I'm fulfilled by certain experiences that have made it worthwhile. I think that I haven't found the balance of insane work and quality friend time. I feel like I've lost connection with a lot of the 'LLC kids'. I miss it.
We do the best with what we have. That's all anyone can do.
I hope this empty feeling goes away.
To us. Whoever we are.
I have a big head...and little arms... I'm just not sure how well this plan was thought through
-- Meet the Robinsons
Every time I see that commercial I crack up. My brother and I were hanging out at home Sunday afternoon, I was packing, and it came on. I paid no attention, but my brother proceeds to burst out of the bathroom in a bizarre pose with his arms shrunk into his shirt, and he screamed 'I HAVE A BIG HEAD! AND LITTLE ARMS!' I looked at him like he was nuts, he sat me down and made me watch the commercial. Thanks Mark!
I'm assistant directing for Golgonooza AKA: co-directing/props managing/stage crew to directors go-between/ secretary. It's a good time. I'm not used to Dylan, the official director, or his style. But I know it will be a good play when we're all through. My organizational creativity and his absurdest ideas will blend well together.
I was chosen to be a Resident Director of a large first year building for the 2007-2008 school year. Yeah Hickory Hall! I'm excited, but this week is a little stressful. Interviewing returning RA's, and new candidates, selecting the strongest staff possible - oh my. I'm confident that everything will turn out very well. Still, nerves are getting the best of me.
Scheduling. I convinced mom to let me drop my sociology minor. Thank God.
Through all of the insanity, something is missing. I don't know what it is, it's nameless, it's ominous, it's quiet. I'm tired, not sleepy. Tired. It's weird, I'm oddly dissatisfied with my sophomore year. But I'm fulfilled by certain experiences that have made it worthwhile. I think that I haven't found the balance of insane work and quality friend time. I feel like I've lost connection with a lot of the 'LLC kids'. I miss it.
We do the best with what we have. That's all anyone can do.
I hope this empty feeling goes away.
To us. Whoever we are.
Monday, January 29, 2007
So I will bear my folly back and follow you no further...
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bro·ken /ˈbroʊkən/ Pronunciation Key - Show Spelled Pronunciation[broh-kuhn] Pronunciation Key - Show IPA Pronunciation
–verb
1.
pp. of break. –adjective
2.
reduced to fragments; fragmented.
3.
ruptured; torn; fractured.
4.
not functioning properly; out of working order.
5.
Meteorology. (of sky cover) being more than half, but not totally, covered by clouds. Compare scattered (def. 4).
6.
changing direction abruptly: The fox ran in a broken line.
7.
fragmentary or incomplete: a broken ton of coal weighing 1,500 pounds.
8.
infringed or violated: A broken promise is a betrayal of trust.
9.
interrupted, disrupted, or disconnected: After the phone call he returned to his broken sleep.
10.
weakened in strength, spirit, etc.: His broken health was due to alcoholism.
11.
tamed, trained, or reduced to submission: The horse was broken to the saddle.
12.
imperfectly spoken, as language: She still speaks broken English.
13.
spoken in a halting or fragmentary manner, as under emotional strain: He uttered a few broken words of sorrow.
14.
disunited or divided: Divorce results in broken families.
15.
not smooth; rough or irregular: We left the plains and rode through broken country.
16.
ruined; bankrupt: the broken fortunes of his family.
17.
Papermaking, Printing. a quantity of paper of less than 500 or 1000 sheets.
—Related forms
bro·ken·ly, adverb
bro·ken·ness, noun
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pain /peɪn/ Pronunciation Key - Show Spelled Pronunciation[peyn] Pronunciation Key - Show IPA Pronunciation
–noun
1.
physical suffering or distress, as due to injury, illness, etc.
2.
a distressing sensation in a particular part of the body: a back pain.
3.
mental or emotional suffering or torment: I am sorry my news causes you such pain.
4.
pains,
a.
laborious or careful efforts; assiduous care: Great pains have been taken to repair the engine perfectly.
b.
the suffering of childbirth.
5.
Informal. an annoying or troublesome person or thing. –verb (used with object)
6.
to cause physical pain to; hurt.
7.
to cause (someone) mental or emotional pain; distress: Your sarcasm pained me. –verb (used without object)
8.
to have or give pain. —Idioms
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I was told I have the ability to sing like Amy Lee from Evanescence, once. I was told I was beautiful, once. I was told I look better without make-up, once. Once, once, once upon a time.
Everyone matters to me. If they are a part of my life, or ever were - they matter to me.
I'm broken and in pain, but so was Job. He got through. I need to find God again...
Words can't describe the past month. It would be impossible.
I feel exhausted and ill and don't know how I'll get through the next minute, hour, day...but I will.
Pray for me, if you have a moment. I know I can be safe in God's hands.
Love, me.
bro·ken /ˈbroʊkən/ Pronunciation Key - Show Spelled Pronunciation[broh-kuhn] Pronunciation Key - Show IPA Pronunciation
–verb
1.
pp. of break. –adjective
2.
reduced to fragments; fragmented.
3.
ruptured; torn; fractured.
4.
not functioning properly; out of working order.
5.
Meteorology. (of sky cover) being more than half, but not totally, covered by clouds. Compare scattered (def. 4).
6.
changing direction abruptly: The fox ran in a broken line.
7.
fragmentary or incomplete: a broken ton of coal weighing 1,500 pounds.
8.
infringed or violated: A broken promise is a betrayal of trust.
9.
interrupted, disrupted, or disconnected: After the phone call he returned to his broken sleep.
10.
weakened in strength, spirit, etc.: His broken health was due to alcoholism.
11.
tamed, trained, or reduced to submission: The horse was broken to the saddle.
12.
imperfectly spoken, as language: She still speaks broken English.
13.
spoken in a halting or fragmentary manner, as under emotional strain: He uttered a few broken words of sorrow.
14.
disunited or divided: Divorce results in broken families.
15.
not smooth; rough or irregular: We left the plains and rode through broken country.
16.
ruined; bankrupt: the broken fortunes of his family.
17.
Papermaking, Printing. a quantity of paper of less than 500 or 1000 sheets.
—Related forms
bro·ken·ly, adverb
bro·ken·ness, noun
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pain /peɪn/ Pronunciation Key - Show Spelled Pronunciation[peyn] Pronunciation Key - Show IPA Pronunciation
–noun
1.
physical suffering or distress, as due to injury, illness, etc.
2.
a distressing sensation in a particular part of the body: a back pain.
3.
mental or emotional suffering or torment: I am sorry my news causes you such pain.
4.
pains,
a.
laborious or careful efforts; assiduous care: Great pains have been taken to repair the engine perfectly.
b.
the suffering of childbirth.
5.
Informal. an annoying or troublesome person or thing. –verb (used with object)
6.
to cause physical pain to; hurt.
7.
to cause (someone) mental or emotional pain; distress: Your sarcasm pained me. –verb (used without object)
8.
to have or give pain. —Idioms
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I was told I have the ability to sing like Amy Lee from Evanescence, once. I was told I was beautiful, once. I was told I look better without make-up, once. Once, once, once upon a time.
Everyone matters to me. If they are a part of my life, or ever were - they matter to me.
I'm broken and in pain, but so was Job. He got through. I need to find God again...
Words can't describe the past month. It would be impossible.
I feel exhausted and ill and don't know how I'll get through the next minute, hour, day...but I will.
Pray for me, if you have a moment. I know I can be safe in God's hands.
Love, me.
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