Theatre and the such
Don't you love the way I spell theatre?
My last impulse to update this thing was at the Cluff's. I was frusterated and had a lot of things on my mind. I had just been "singing" with Amaree. I admit that I was not pleased with her(though now I'm completely over it. I thought my ideas were interesting)I thought maybe how selfish she was for always keeping the singing to herself. But she would argue that I was the one who wanted to sing in the first place and I was not being a very good participant. Yes. There she would be right.
We( Elizabeth, Amaree, and I)were walking through the woods on Saturday. Elizabeth has this gift were she can, I don't know, see people on the inside right off where as most of us see the superficial person. Well, I've forgotten most everything she said, save "Sometimes I can tell if someone is keeping a talent to themselfs and is too shy to show it." Like me! I love to sing! Just love it. I sing like a broadway star at home and mostly around everyone except for Amaree. Why? If any one has a reason please tell me. I don't think she realizes that I can even sing one blasted note. I can wait to prove it to her. I think the perfect stituation would be her sneaking up on me while I'm singing unawares in my room. I was quit complimented the other day when Brayden walked in to tell me that my CD player was left on to find me singing the tune. It was Sweet Liberty!
I wasn't going to let Amaree know about my scene for theatre: The Importance of Being Earnest. She had done it previously. I didn't want her to think I was copying her. I'm not in any way, shape, or form. I just happen to like the things she does. I really hope I'm not copying her. So then my mom blabbed. Amaree said in a low, severe voice, inquiringly,"You're doing the Importance of Being Earnest?" I would have slapped my self in the head had it been the oppropriate moment.
I have alot more to say on the theatre matter, but now I have to go the mutual. I write again tonight. But I still wonder what amaree would have to say about all this. I sorta hope she'll read it and post a comment. What a dream I live in. However, if she does I would wish it to be with perfect candor.
My last impulse to update this thing was at the Cluff's. I was frusterated and had a lot of things on my mind. I had just been "singing" with Amaree. I admit that I was not pleased with her(though now I'm completely over it. I thought my ideas were interesting)I thought maybe how selfish she was for always keeping the singing to herself. But she would argue that I was the one who wanted to sing in the first place and I was not being a very good participant. Yes. There she would be right.
We( Elizabeth, Amaree, and I)were walking through the woods on Saturday. Elizabeth has this gift were she can, I don't know, see people on the inside right off where as most of us see the superficial person. Well, I've forgotten most everything she said, save "Sometimes I can tell if someone is keeping a talent to themselfs and is too shy to show it." Like me! I love to sing! Just love it. I sing like a broadway star at home and mostly around everyone except for Amaree. Why? If any one has a reason please tell me. I don't think she realizes that I can even sing one blasted note. I can wait to prove it to her. I think the perfect stituation would be her sneaking up on me while I'm singing unawares in my room. I was quit complimented the other day when Brayden walked in to tell me that my CD player was left on to find me singing the tune. It was Sweet Liberty!
I wasn't going to let Amaree know about my scene for theatre: The Importance of Being Earnest. She had done it previously. I didn't want her to think I was copying her. I'm not in any way, shape, or form. I just happen to like the things she does. I really hope I'm not copying her. So then my mom blabbed. Amaree said in a low, severe voice, inquiringly,"You're doing the Importance of Being Earnest?" I would have slapped my self in the head had it been the oppropriate moment.
I have alot more to say on the theatre matter, but now I have to go the mutual. I write again tonight. But I still wonder what amaree would have to say about all this. I sorta hope she'll read it and post a comment. What a dream I live in. However, if she does I would wish it to be with perfect candor.