Well, it's 3 am, yet I feel the need to post. Don't worry, I'll keep it short and sweet.
Basically I saw Legally Blonde on tour tonight. I saw it on Broadway with the OBC so my sister and I noticed all the changes for tour and that the talent wasn't quite the quality of Broadway but I couldn't stop beaming through the whole show, regardless. Why? Because theatre just makes me happy. The stories, the characters, the choreography, the talent, the emotions, the feeling of being onstage and the impact you have on the audience. Theatre changes the world. And I'm just so glad and thankful that this is the path I'm taking. After tonight I'm not quite as concerned about where I go to college because I know that no matter my education, I will be on that stage one way or another. Nothing can stop me. It'll be a long and tiring road full of criticism and self-doubt and low self-esteem and pity parties but it'll all be worth it. I'm so excited for the future! Hello world, here I am!
*Side note: Wonderland on Broadway looks brilliant. New favorite musical and I desperately want to be in its ensemble!
Outfit post: Began day in jean shorts, black tank top and white leather jacket with hair in a twisted ponytail on the side, decorated by a huge pink fake flower. For the show I threw on long, dark jeans, dark red heels, black t-shirt, white leather jacket and Alice in Wonderland necklace with hair straight.
Sunday, April 17, 2011
Saturday, April 16, 2011
Productivity
It's not that I'm not a fan of productivity, it's just that there's so much to be productive on that procrastination is the only way to deal with it all.
In other words, I procrastinate. A lot. I also cause others to procrastinate. You may call me the Procrastination Fairy, if you please.
I'm procrastinating at the moment. I have chemistry homework to do (which I'm working on but keep getting wrong answers which leads to frustration which leads to "screw it, I'll do it tomorrow"), ballet reviews that are in the process of being written, a choir review, three long English papers and plenty of basic studying to do. Not to mention that I'm in dire need of a work-out if I want to get in shape. In fact, I told my mom that today was a fruit, veggies and yogurt day...and so is every day until prom. Well that started well, failed when I had chocolate for dessert (485ish calories so far today. Bleh.) and now the stir fry I'd planned for dinner is cancelled in honor of pizza. I adore pizza so I'll eat it, but that means an hour of working out tonight. Luckily I have new music to listen to (hello "Judas" - GAGA I LOVE YOU - and plenty of forgotten/obscure musicals) and HP7.1 TO WATCH!!! Plus I'm seeing Legally Blonde tonight for the second time so I'll be dancing about to "Bend and Snap."
*A quick note about body image. I post often about dieting and eating healthy and working out. This doesn't make me anorexic nor do I support anorexia. I just want to get in shape. The numbers on the scale aren't what bother me. The numbers on the clothes bother me more. But most of all I just want to remove the flab from my body and replace it with muscle. Strength and agility are better for dancing, performing and life than the fat I have residing on my stomach primarily. So that's the deal behind all of this.
Ah but back to the chemistry. I must complete this homework (even if all the answers are wrong) and two ballet reviews before 5 pm. Wish me luck.
Outfit post from 4/15/2011: Started out the day somewhat bohemian. Patchwork spaghetti strap dress. Black sandals. White leather jacket. Hair in ponytail with two braids forming a headband. Went to Cabaret at night and it was cold and rainy sooo... Jeans. Red tank. Black and white cardigan. Black Oxford shoes. Hair half-up with homemade red bow.
In other words, I procrastinate. A lot. I also cause others to procrastinate. You may call me the Procrastination Fairy, if you please.
I'm procrastinating at the moment. I have chemistry homework to do (which I'm working on but keep getting wrong answers which leads to frustration which leads to "screw it, I'll do it tomorrow"), ballet reviews that are in the process of being written, a choir review, three long English papers and plenty of basic studying to do. Not to mention that I'm in dire need of a work-out if I want to get in shape. In fact, I told my mom that today was a fruit, veggies and yogurt day...and so is every day until prom. Well that started well, failed when I had chocolate for dessert (485ish calories so far today. Bleh.) and now the stir fry I'd planned for dinner is cancelled in honor of pizza. I adore pizza so I'll eat it, but that means an hour of working out tonight. Luckily I have new music to listen to (hello "Judas" - GAGA I LOVE YOU - and plenty of forgotten/obscure musicals) and HP7.1 TO WATCH!!! Plus I'm seeing Legally Blonde tonight for the second time so I'll be dancing about to "Bend and Snap."
*A quick note about body image. I post often about dieting and eating healthy and working out. This doesn't make me anorexic nor do I support anorexia. I just want to get in shape. The numbers on the scale aren't what bother me. The numbers on the clothes bother me more. But most of all I just want to remove the flab from my body and replace it with muscle. Strength and agility are better for dancing, performing and life than the fat I have residing on my stomach primarily. So that's the deal behind all of this.
Ah but back to the chemistry. I must complete this homework (even if all the answers are wrong) and two ballet reviews before 5 pm. Wish me luck.
Outfit post from 4/15/2011: Started out the day somewhat bohemian. Patchwork spaghetti strap dress. Black sandals. White leather jacket. Hair in ponytail with two braids forming a headband. Went to Cabaret at night and it was cold and rainy sooo... Jeans. Red tank. Black and white cardigan. Black Oxford shoes. Hair half-up with homemade red bow.
Good Morning!
Good morning, world! I'm missed two days of blogging. Oh the shame of it all! But really, it's been a busy few days.
Seeing as I just woke up from my night's "rest," I'd like to discuss dreams. My dreams are quite strange. Or perhaps they aren't strange at all. One thing I can do that apparently not everyone can, though, is change my dreams. I've done this for years. Whenever I had nightmares or horrid dreams, I'd force myself to imagine a certain image: my old house in Connecticut's backyard where hundreds of butterflies flew gracefully from a tree full of flower blossoms. These butterflies would chase the bad dreams away so that I could form a new dream by choosing a specific topic and training my mind to dream about it. In high school this technique began to have a few issues, mainly the butterflies turning into vampire bats with fangs extended and the landscape withering and dying, but choosing a specific topic for my dreams tends to work. I can also change a dream midway through, with a bit of difficulty. If I don't want something to end a certain way, with someone dying or being embarrassed for example, I simply switch the occurences. I generally have to go through the last part of the dream several times, but I usually succeed! Anyhow, I found that interesting that not everyone can do that...
Regarding the dreams themselves. First of all, I'd like to bring up a debate. Do people dream in color or black and white? Some people feel that everyone dreams in one or the other while others think it's a mix. Personally, I dream in both. When I was younger, my dreams tended to be in black and white, particularly if they were nightmares or action-filled. However, day to day or magical circumstances tend to be in color. Last night, for instance, I dreamed a rather strange (as always) dream that was set in present day, in color. I had met this group of guys (who are completely made-up) people in some unusual occurence that I don't recall. Someone got hit by a car. At first I was confused which person it was, emotions and tensions were high, etc. Then at the end we went to this big church for like a party where the guy who got hit was just resting in a chair. Yet my friends from high school were there, so it was an interesting mix of the known and unknown, although the known were in different circumstances than their normal lives. So that's an in color dream. Meanwhile my many, recurring dreams of trolls, gnomes, dwarves, ninjas, and all other evil people and creatures coming into my house to attack, tend to be in in black and white. These dreams are especially interesting as while the antagonist may change, the basic idea of the dream is recurring. Someone or something enters my house with the intent to hurt or kill a family member and I must figure out a way to protect us. My mind consistently has this dream because I'm obviously, at least sub-conciously, quite focused on protecting everyone and being the heroine. Usually I figure out some way to sneak out of my room without attracting attention and wake-up either my dad or sister. If I wake my sister, it's to convince her to hide or escape, depending on whether the evil thing has back-up. If I wake my dad, it's to defend the family. Either my dad and I or just myself creeps to our living room and removes the Japanese swords we have on display, so that we have weapons, and we proceed to helping the family (pets included) escape and kill or maim the creature attacking us.
I have many other dream stories, but that's plenty for now. Perhaps, you'll hear a few in the future...
Outfit post from 4/14/2011: Business appropriate. Long, dark, flare jeans. Light brown platforms. Tight brown plaid shirt: button-down, short sleeves, belted, low-cut...quite fancy.
Seeing as I just woke up from my night's "rest," I'd like to discuss dreams. My dreams are quite strange. Or perhaps they aren't strange at all. One thing I can do that apparently not everyone can, though, is change my dreams. I've done this for years. Whenever I had nightmares or horrid dreams, I'd force myself to imagine a certain image: my old house in Connecticut's backyard where hundreds of butterflies flew gracefully from a tree full of flower blossoms. These butterflies would chase the bad dreams away so that I could form a new dream by choosing a specific topic and training my mind to dream about it. In high school this technique began to have a few issues, mainly the butterflies turning into vampire bats with fangs extended and the landscape withering and dying, but choosing a specific topic for my dreams tends to work. I can also change a dream midway through, with a bit of difficulty. If I don't want something to end a certain way, with someone dying or being embarrassed for example, I simply switch the occurences. I generally have to go through the last part of the dream several times, but I usually succeed! Anyhow, I found that interesting that not everyone can do that...
Regarding the dreams themselves. First of all, I'd like to bring up a debate. Do people dream in color or black and white? Some people feel that everyone dreams in one or the other while others think it's a mix. Personally, I dream in both. When I was younger, my dreams tended to be in black and white, particularly if they were nightmares or action-filled. However, day to day or magical circumstances tend to be in color. Last night, for instance, I dreamed a rather strange (as always) dream that was set in present day, in color. I had met this group of guys (who are completely made-up) people in some unusual occurence that I don't recall. Someone got hit by a car. At first I was confused which person it was, emotions and tensions were high, etc. Then at the end we went to this big church for like a party where the guy who got hit was just resting in a chair. Yet my friends from high school were there, so it was an interesting mix of the known and unknown, although the known were in different circumstances than their normal lives. So that's an in color dream. Meanwhile my many, recurring dreams of trolls, gnomes, dwarves, ninjas, and all other evil people and creatures coming into my house to attack, tend to be in in black and white. These dreams are especially interesting as while the antagonist may change, the basic idea of the dream is recurring. Someone or something enters my house with the intent to hurt or kill a family member and I must figure out a way to protect us. My mind consistently has this dream because I'm obviously, at least sub-conciously, quite focused on protecting everyone and being the heroine. Usually I figure out some way to sneak out of my room without attracting attention and wake-up either my dad or sister. If I wake my sister, it's to convince her to hide or escape, depending on whether the evil thing has back-up. If I wake my dad, it's to defend the family. Either my dad and I or just myself creeps to our living room and removes the Japanese swords we have on display, so that we have weapons, and we proceed to helping the family (pets included) escape and kill or maim the creature attacking us.
I have many other dream stories, but that's plenty for now. Perhaps, you'll hear a few in the future...
Outfit post from 4/14/2011: Business appropriate. Long, dark, flare jeans. Light brown platforms. Tight brown plaid shirt: button-down, short sleeves, belted, low-cut...quite fancy.
Saturday, April 9, 2011
Rain and Relaxation
I adore the rain.
Drizzling rain creates a picturesque climate and makes any town look its finest. The drizzle accentuates the greenery, makes the bright flowers pop and makes my house look like a quaint cottage from a fairytale.
Thunderstorms are exciting. They're powerful and ignite energy and ideas within you.
Seriously though, how often is rain a key point to plots of books, movies, life? You need dark, heavy rainclouds to set a suspenseful mood. So many of my dad's stories begin "It was a dark and stormy night..." Immediately that simple detail shows you a vision. I see a midnight black sky, no moon or stars to be seen but rather lightning illuminating the world below. A gigantic tree sways under the power of the rain. The scene is deserted as few are brave or foolish enough to tempt nature's fury.
Yet drizzling rain has many more possibilities. It can be that missing element to a European story, something set in Paris perhaps. Starring Audrey Hepburn, or someone as classy, dressed to the nines and staring up at the Eiffel Tower. Umbrellas of all colors whirl past as the Parisians rush to their destinations. Yet a kind stranger, most likely male and handsome in this case, notices the lovely foreigner and hands her his umbrella. Without a word, he vanishes, leaving her to ponder his identity with only the nondescript umbrella as a clue.
Really though, so many memorable romances involve the rain. The kiss in the rain is considered perhaps the most romantic thing a couple could accomplish.
Rain can have a depressing connotation as well. Someone die? It's probably raining at the funeral, obviously a reminder of the tears being shed. Someone feeling down for any reason? If they glance through their window, it'll generally be raining. A lover rush off, leaving you calling after their taxi? Without a doubt, it'll start to pour on your head.
Regardless of its use though, rain is vital to plots as can be seen in such movies as:
The Notebook (I've never even seen the movie, but in the picture that is always associated with it, it's raining.)
Down with Love (Poor Ewan McGregor. I would never leave you standing in the rain.)
Moulin Rouge (Yet again, Ewan McGregor does seem to attract falling water.)
Singing in the Rain (Please. You cannot be more obvious than this. Although Gene Kelly's dance sequence is amazing.)
I could go on, but I'd rather move forward...
All in all, rain is lovely. Often I just curl up in a chair with a cup of tea and read (today was Dash and Lily's Book of Dares. Adorable and highly recommended.). Yet the most inviting thing about rain is the option of dancing in it. Something about the drizzle and bright colors or even the thunderstorms and danger of it all pulls out the strongest desire to throw on my rain boots, grab an umbrella and go for it. Run. Jump in puddles. Choreograph a mini-performance of Singing in the Rain. Swing. Have a photoshoot. Be a child once more. And I do all of those things whenever possible. Still, I feel if people danced in the rain more often, the world might be a happier place.
My sister swinging in the rain way back when.
Outfit post: Bohemian twist. Apparently a la Pocahontas/Swiss farm girl according to my parents. Jean shorts. Blue flowy 3/4 sleeved top. Peter Pan boots. Hair in two braids. Coral nails.
Drizzling rain creates a picturesque climate and makes any town look its finest. The drizzle accentuates the greenery, makes the bright flowers pop and makes my house look like a quaint cottage from a fairytale.
Thunderstorms are exciting. They're powerful and ignite energy and ideas within you.
Seriously though, how often is rain a key point to plots of books, movies, life? You need dark, heavy rainclouds to set a suspenseful mood. So many of my dad's stories begin "It was a dark and stormy night..." Immediately that simple detail shows you a vision. I see a midnight black sky, no moon or stars to be seen but rather lightning illuminating the world below. A gigantic tree sways under the power of the rain. The scene is deserted as few are brave or foolish enough to tempt nature's fury.
Yet drizzling rain has many more possibilities. It can be that missing element to a European story, something set in Paris perhaps. Starring Audrey Hepburn, or someone as classy, dressed to the nines and staring up at the Eiffel Tower. Umbrellas of all colors whirl past as the Parisians rush to their destinations. Yet a kind stranger, most likely male and handsome in this case, notices the lovely foreigner and hands her his umbrella. Without a word, he vanishes, leaving her to ponder his identity with only the nondescript umbrella as a clue.
Really though, so many memorable romances involve the rain. The kiss in the rain is considered perhaps the most romantic thing a couple could accomplish.
Rain can have a depressing connotation as well. Someone die? It's probably raining at the funeral, obviously a reminder of the tears being shed. Someone feeling down for any reason? If they glance through their window, it'll generally be raining. A lover rush off, leaving you calling after their taxi? Without a doubt, it'll start to pour on your head.
Regardless of its use though, rain is vital to plots as can be seen in such movies as:
The Notebook (I've never even seen the movie, but in the picture that is always associated with it, it's raining.)
Down with Love (Poor Ewan McGregor. I would never leave you standing in the rain.)
Moulin Rouge (Yet again, Ewan McGregor does seem to attract falling water.)
Singing in the Rain (Please. You cannot be more obvious than this. Although Gene Kelly's dance sequence is amazing.)
I could go on, but I'd rather move forward...
All in all, rain is lovely. Often I just curl up in a chair with a cup of tea and read (today was Dash and Lily's Book of Dares. Adorable and highly recommended.). Yet the most inviting thing about rain is the option of dancing in it. Something about the drizzle and bright colors or even the thunderstorms and danger of it all pulls out the strongest desire to throw on my rain boots, grab an umbrella and go for it. Run. Jump in puddles. Choreograph a mini-performance of Singing in the Rain. Swing. Have a photoshoot. Be a child once more. And I do all of those things whenever possible. Still, I feel if people danced in the rain more often, the world might be a happier place.
My sister swinging in the rain way back when.
Friday, April 8, 2011
A New Spring, A New Blog
It's Spring! Oddly, I used to dislike Spring but nowadays I consider it a fabulous season: the perfect mix of sun and rain, nature in bloom, the happiness of the students who can use the weather as an excuse to study (not) outside. Spring feels more like a new beginning than New Year's does, in all honesty, so I've started a blog in honor of that feeling.
And so begin my nonsensical ramblings.
Oh, pardon me, I've yet to introduce myself. I'm Fiona. Like the Princess in Shrek, although I'm not quite as green or badass of yet. I'm a senior in high school; no clue as to where I'm headed to college. I dance, sing, act, write, read, make jewelry, draw, photograph, videotape, dream...one of those creative nerd types. You'll learn more about me as this blog progresses and hopefully I'll learn more about myself.
Rules of the Rambling:
There are no rules. That's why this is entitled the "nonsensical ramblings" :)
And so begin my nonsensical ramblings.
Oh, pardon me, I've yet to introduce myself. I'm Fiona. Like the Princess in Shrek, although I'm not quite as green or badass of yet. I'm a senior in high school; no clue as to where I'm headed to college. I dance, sing, act, write, read, make jewelry, draw, photograph, videotape, dream...one of those creative nerd types. You'll learn more about me as this blog progresses and hopefully I'll learn more about myself.
Rules of the Rambling:
There are no rules. That's why this is entitled the "nonsensical ramblings" :)
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