A Glimpse into Ardkadelphia
Okay the show went reaaaally well. I think it's the best -atleast technically- yet. And the actors were really alive onstage too! yay. can't wait to be doing that again. The babes up in the booth were Charlie's Angels, or as I drew out during intermission, Scott's Angels. I was Cameron Diaz and definitely put that Belle basketball top to use! Except I took off all those silver sequins... and then I went out with Rachel, JB, Jennifer, Corey, and Chris. We went "Trick or Treating" and by that, I of course mean going to my brother's house and getting two miniature Snickers from Spencer (one of those guys that you just don't care what conservatives say, darn it he can pull off an eyebrow ring!) and Walmart which had a bucket of candy for us to choose from and a too-small-for-me-but-on-sale Spiderman costume that tempted me to buy it with all its precious might. My empty purse held her own, however, and the struggle was solved by the replacement of the hanger on the rack. And then some went to watch Gremlins but I opted for the dorm... and soon, sleep.
Such has been my Hallow's Eve.
In other news, God has been telling me to stop being so selfish. "But God," I've pled, "no one else here really seems to care, I'm rooting for the underdog here." "No," He seems to say- for after all, He cares for me with a greater passion even than anyone back home, so I might as well tough this out with a smile thankful for His love. It's just harder some days than others, and apparently I'm not the best at it. Sigh.
There is a Girl's Slumber Party at Amanduh's apartment-thing tomorrow night. I think it shall be fun. I want to meet her cat. And that, my friends, is that.
"Do I love you because you're beautiful, or are you beautiful because I love you?"- the tune played in the car, and I thought nothing would have been better than Julie Andrews turning to her Prince Charming and responding, in that sheerly Julie Andrews voice of hers, "Both."
I finally started sketching this image I've had stuck in my head for about a year now. It's okay for a rough draft, but it's truly a shame that I have no Starbucks Philip to serve as a model for the art. Tracy, do you remember Starbucks Philip in all his charm? I know you do, Sarah. He was quaint.
The Festival festivities begin later today with November's dawn. And I shall learn more about the theatre. What could be better? I submit living out the theatre would be nicest of all. But as I may or may not have said, auditions are Monday for One-Acts and I'm to be working on two dances soon... my body can't wait- I've decided few things feel better than a nice dance. With that, I quote Jeff Buckley: "You, my love, are allowed to show your babies how to dance, full-bodied, starry-eyed, audacious, supernatural, and glorified. My mom did so, and now I'm addicted. Perhaps it will continue in the family someday like some unsatisfiable disease of urging passion to dance and live when the world is cold and still and dead? I certainly hope so.
I'm filling you with more words than you have use for- so for your sake I shall leave you be. In the meantime I have a challenge from God to become more like His Son when it seems too far to grasp. But I always was one for challenges. Remember Dana- in your prayers?
Such has been my Hallow's Eve.
In other news, God has been telling me to stop being so selfish. "But God," I've pled, "no one else here really seems to care, I'm rooting for the underdog here." "No," He seems to say- for after all, He cares for me with a greater passion even than anyone back home, so I might as well tough this out with a smile thankful for His love. It's just harder some days than others, and apparently I'm not the best at it. Sigh.
There is a Girl's Slumber Party at Amanduh's apartment-thing tomorrow night. I think it shall be fun. I want to meet her cat. And that, my friends, is that.
"Do I love you because you're beautiful, or are you beautiful because I love you?"- the tune played in the car, and I thought nothing would have been better than Julie Andrews turning to her Prince Charming and responding, in that sheerly Julie Andrews voice of hers, "Both."
I finally started sketching this image I've had stuck in my head for about a year now. It's okay for a rough draft, but it's truly a shame that I have no Starbucks Philip to serve as a model for the art. Tracy, do you remember Starbucks Philip in all his charm? I know you do, Sarah. He was quaint.
The Festival festivities begin later today with November's dawn. And I shall learn more about the theatre. What could be better? I submit living out the theatre would be nicest of all. But as I may or may not have said, auditions are Monday for One-Acts and I'm to be working on two dances soon... my body can't wait- I've decided few things feel better than a nice dance. With that, I quote Jeff Buckley: "You, my love, are allowed to show your babies how to dance, full-bodied, starry-eyed, audacious, supernatural, and glorified. My mom did so, and now I'm addicted. Perhaps it will continue in the family someday like some unsatisfiable disease of urging passion to dance and live when the world is cold and still and dead? I certainly hope so.
I'm filling you with more words than you have use for- so for your sake I shall leave you be. In the meantime I have a challenge from God to become more like His Son when it seems too far to grasp. But I always was one for challenges. Remember Dana- in your prayers?