Neglected Diaries/Blogs
So I'm one of those people who buys a new diary basically every year, and every time I crack it open and I write something along the lines of this:
Dear Diary,
I know I've tried this before, but I wasn't really committed then. Now I really want to start writing in a daily diary so that I can read it when I'm old and remember what the good ol' days were like. Etc., etc.
Love,
Anna
And then I never touch it again.
Seriously, I opened a diary I had from eighth grade and it had maybe four entries before I forgot about it. Is this something everyone does, or is it just me? And now I kind of feel like this blog is like that. I mean, when was the last time I posted something here? Late July? Early August? I don't even know if band camp had started when I last posted. Jesus, I'm terrible at this.
And now for a graceful segue into topic numero dos:
I FREAKING GOT TICKETS TO SEE SPRING AWAKENING. ADLFJPOIASJPASLDFJOS;IA;IFJS. In case no one has noticed, Spring Awakening is one of my favorite musicals (I say one of because it ties for first with American Idiot and Academy), and I missed it the last time it came to town. This time, it's not technically even in my town, it's a half hour's drive away, and it's only here for one day, but I managed to snag three tickets. Third row center. My life will soon be complete.
I mean, ideally I would have gotten to see it with the original tour cast (for those who want to know [*coughnoonecarescough*], my dream leads would be Jake Epstein as Melchior, Christy Altomare as Wendla, Blake Bashoff as Moritz and Steffi D as Ilse, so basically the Chicago cast), but this is better than nothing. Well, truly ideally, I would have flown to New York and seen it on Broadway with John Gallagher Jr. (sigh), Jonathan Groff and Lea Michele, but that would probably cost me upwards of a thousand dollars, and this just cost me $25 plus gas money. Yeah, $25 for third row orchestra seats. This is unreal. And I didn't even have to buy them illegally.
Enough on my ramblings, I'm going to bed now.
Hugs and chocolate,
Anna
P.S. I may be coming down with a case of tuberculosis, so if this never gets updated again, I either died or forgot about it.
P.P.S. Upon posting this, I have come to the realization that I have A LOT of blogs tagged with "Blake Bashoff." But really, how can you resist that face?
www.youtube.com/watch
Dear Diary,
I know I've tried this before, but I wasn't really committed then. Now I really want to start writing in a daily diary so that I can read it when I'm old and remember what the good ol' days were like. Etc., etc.
Love,
Anna
And then I never touch it again.
Seriously, I opened a diary I had from eighth grade and it had maybe four entries before I forgot about it. Is this something everyone does, or is it just me? And now I kind of feel like this blog is like that. I mean, when was the last time I posted something here? Late July? Early August? I don't even know if band camp had started when I last posted. Jesus, I'm terrible at this.
And now for a graceful segue into topic numero dos:
I FREAKING GOT TICKETS TO SEE SPRING AWAKENING. ADLFJPOIASJPASLDFJOS;IA;IFJS. In case no one has noticed, Spring Awakening is one of my favorite musicals (I say one of because it ties for first with American Idiot and Academy), and I missed it the last time it came to town. This time, it's not technically even in my town, it's a half hour's drive away, and it's only here for one day, but I managed to snag three tickets. Third row center. My life will soon be complete.
I mean, ideally I would have gotten to see it with the original tour cast (for those who want to know [*coughnoonecarescough*], my dream leads would be Jake Epstein as Melchior, Christy Altomare as Wendla, Blake Bashoff as Moritz and Steffi D as Ilse, so basically the Chicago cast), but this is better than nothing. Well, truly ideally, I would have flown to New York and seen it on Broadway with John Gallagher Jr. (sigh), Jonathan Groff and Lea Michele, but that would probably cost me upwards of a thousand dollars, and this just cost me $25 plus gas money. Yeah, $25 for third row orchestra seats. This is unreal. And I didn't even have to buy them illegally.
Enough on my ramblings, I'm going to bed now.
Hugs and chocolate,
Anna
P.S. I may be coming down with a case of tuberculosis, so if this never gets updated again, I either died or forgot about it.
P.P.S. Upon posting this, I have come to the realization that I have A LOT of blogs tagged with "Blake Bashoff." But really, how can you resist that face?
www.youtube.com/watch