I am ready, my suitcase packed, my box full, just a matter of getting in, hanging around, deco the room and meeting my roommate.
Ah! I'm starting college tomorrow. Crazy.
Cheers Big Ears
Marley
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
The ballet, Sinatra, and suits.
Alright so my family threw me an impromptu going away 10 miles party. That, as expected, was as boring as hell, except the usual buffython I have with my cousin upstairs.
Afterward my uncle offered to take me to an outdoor ballet...in the rain. We saw the Pittsburgh Theatre Co. Ballet of 9 Songs of Sinatra, plus other such ballet-y acts.
The first act was pure ballet fluff. Tutus, Men in Tights, Classic Music, and SPARKLES...
The Second Act got interesting as the company danced to Frank Sinatra. The songs weren't very classic Frank. No NY NY. No the Way You Look Tonight. But My Way was good.
This act made me think about men in tuxedos (as every male dancer was in one). My weakness is a good man in a great tux. It increases their appeal by 1500%. And dancing in a tux? 2000%.
but with another girl? -3000%. Still a 500% appeal.
When I was in high school (back in the day, 2 months ago), I felt my knees get weak, butterfies in the belly, etc. whenever I saw boys in good suits. This happened at the annual Homecoming Dance and in Drama. Oh, even the scariest looking guy became eye candy when wearing the right attire.
Oh, boys and their tuxes, takes me to that special place....
where in the moonlight, dancing, looking deeply in his eyes, a shy blush, and then the dip, followed by a kiss...
But I'm yammering, back to the ballet...
The third act made the show intolerable. R&B ballet wasn't my favorite.
What made it an iffy then intolerable affair was the lack of heart. The dancers were like wet blankets. They did the moves and did their purpose but there was no expression of soul. They danced to love songs, the actors looked solely platonic. They looked plastic, like marionettes.
It just wasn't my thing I guess.
Well that's all for now. 1 day til college... :) Can't Wait!
Cheers Big Ears
Marley
Afterward my uncle offered to take me to an outdoor ballet...in the rain. We saw the Pittsburgh Theatre Co. Ballet of 9 Songs of Sinatra, plus other such ballet-y acts.
The first act was pure ballet fluff. Tutus, Men in Tights, Classic Music, and SPARKLES...
The Second Act got interesting as the company danced to Frank Sinatra. The songs weren't very classic Frank. No NY NY. No the Way You Look Tonight. But My Way was good.
This act made me think about men in tuxedos (as every male dancer was in one). My weakness is a good man in a great tux. It increases their appeal by 1500%. And dancing in a tux? 2000%.
but with another girl? -3000%. Still a 500% appeal.
When I was in high school (back in the day, 2 months ago), I felt my knees get weak, butterfies in the belly, etc. whenever I saw boys in good suits. This happened at the annual Homecoming Dance and in Drama. Oh, even the scariest looking guy became eye candy when wearing the right attire.
Oh, boys and their tuxes, takes me to that special place....
where in the moonlight, dancing, looking deeply in his eyes, a shy blush, and then the dip, followed by a kiss...
But I'm yammering, back to the ballet...
The third act made the show intolerable. R&B ballet wasn't my favorite.
What made it an iffy then intolerable affair was the lack of heart. The dancers were like wet blankets. They did the moves and did their purpose but there was no expression of soul. They danced to love songs, the actors looked solely platonic. They looked plastic, like marionettes.
It just wasn't my thing I guess.
Well that's all for now. 1 day til college... :) Can't Wait!
Cheers Big Ears
Marley
Monday, August 20, 2007
Newness
I am an independent citizen of the world. Could you believe that?! And I get this gnawing feeling that I'm free, not without bounds or rules because who is absolutely free. But free of parental control.
I am an adult now.
I want to travel the world. scratch that. I AM going to travel the world.
I want the world, with crap apartments, friends who are like family, and the love, oh the loves. And these will make stories...stories to last generations.
I am an adult, with a child's aspirations. I don't know if that scares me or not.
Cheers Big Ears
Marley
I am an adult now.
I want to travel the world. scratch that. I AM going to travel the world.
I want the world, with crap apartments, friends who are like family, and the love, oh the loves. And these will make stories...stories to last generations.
I am an adult, with a child's aspirations. I don't know if that scares me or not.
Cheers Big Ears
Marley
Hey, I'm New to This!
So the point of this is to express myself right?
Well, I'm an 18 year old with too much pop culture shoved in her head.
I'm very strange in that I fall in love with everything, everyone, everywhere. I'm a philanthropist.
I sing, a lot. ALOT alot. Music is wonderful to me, especially Bobby Darin in "Beyond the Sea."
I was raised a Catholic School Catholic force fed stuff we have no comprehension on until we're mature. I'm a Pick and Choose Catholic(you know the kind--the ones those strict ones lecture about, we're catholic but only on the weekend). Personally, I think Jesus had a sense of humor, and would appreciate a joke every once in a while at his expense. It's not like he was Ceasar, off with their heads with one off brand joke.
But I'm yammering.
I'm a comedy enthusiast. I'm a closet romantic. I like sheep. I don't like living chicken (but the bbq one are yummy). I write my thoughts out on a page. I sing my soul out on stage. (poetic?) I lean in the middle, and you can't push me. I've never been kissed, but then again no ones ever tried.
I want to be on radio, or at least sing a song on one.
My future is beginning. In three days I go to College and hopefully my life can pursue greater things.
I've always been the big fish in the lil pond, but that never stopped me before.
My real name is Genevieve but whenever I write in my journal, but since I was young I signed another name (and its not nina).
It seems appropriate to sign this:
Cheers Big Ears,
Marley
Well, I'm an 18 year old with too much pop culture shoved in her head.
I'm very strange in that I fall in love with everything, everyone, everywhere. I'm a philanthropist.
I sing, a lot. ALOT alot. Music is wonderful to me, especially Bobby Darin in "Beyond the Sea."
I was raised a Catholic School Catholic force fed stuff we have no comprehension on until we're mature. I'm a Pick and Choose Catholic(you know the kind--the ones those strict ones lecture about, we're catholic but only on the weekend). Personally, I think Jesus had a sense of humor, and would appreciate a joke every once in a while at his expense. It's not like he was Ceasar, off with their heads with one off brand joke.
But I'm yammering.
I'm a comedy enthusiast. I'm a closet romantic. I like sheep. I don't like living chicken (but the bbq one are yummy). I write my thoughts out on a page. I sing my soul out on stage. (poetic?) I lean in the middle, and you can't push me. I've never been kissed, but then again no ones ever tried.
I want to be on radio, or at least sing a song on one.
My future is beginning. In three days I go to College and hopefully my life can pursue greater things.
I've always been the big fish in the lil pond, but that never stopped me before.
My real name is Genevieve but whenever I write in my journal, but since I was young I signed another name (and its not nina).
It seems appropriate to sign this:
Cheers Big Ears,
Marley
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