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Currently Playing Les Miserables (1985 Original London Cast) By Alain Boublil, Claude-Michel Schonberg, Patti LuPone, Rebecca Caine see related

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"You're here...that's all I need to know..."
(and you will keep me safe, and you will keep me close)
And maybe my tears really did make the flowers grow.

Wow...that was so poetic I could just throw up. Haha.

So...I saw Chicago at the Ordway yesterday. It was a-mazing. Even though I have an infatuation with Catherine Zeta-Jones, I'm pretty sure I liked the stage show better than the movie. Like...in the show, they performed "The Cell Block Tango" as a comedy number, which pretty much made me pee my pants laughing. I mean, the whole point of Chicago is to portray murder as a joke, as a form of entertainment, so I think it's more fitting to have the spastic murderesses instead of Mya who only wants to be hot.

I took my ACTs again yesterday. Did I ever tell you why I decided to retake them? Well, I took them in June, on a day when we were choreographing the opening number at Trollwood. This was a very important morning of rehearsal, and I was missing it. By the time I got to the science portion of the test, I had gotten so pissed off and so distracted that I pretty much stared at the wall through the entirety of that portion...when the proctor called 5 minutes left...I just filled in "BECCA" for about 30 questions. I still pulled off a 26, so I figured if I actually completed the test, I could probably break the thirties. I did complete the test this time, so that's cool.

I can't believe I just wrote that much about the fricken ACTs. Anywho...

If you would have talked to me a week ago, I probably would have seemed very discouraged, and I'm pretty sure I had every reason to be. It had been a very frustrating few months, and the last straw had been pulled.

Well...the tables have turned, my friend, the tables have turned, and I don't think I even understand why. But some of the most amazing things in life are amazing simply because you don't understand them. Pretty sure this is one of those things. You probably don't have a clue what I'm talking about...and you would have no reason to know. But you will. Haha...surprise!

"Oh, this is the start of something good...don't you agree?
I haven't felt like this in so many moons...you know what I mean?

Crazy, I know, but...I mean it. Probably for the first time.

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on the cheek.
on the lips.
on their hands or fingers.
in my room
in their room.
of the same sex.
of the opposite sex.
related to me.
younger than me.
older than me.
with jet black hair.
with curly hair.
with blonde hair & blue eyes. (there've been many...seems to be the trend)
with flaming red hair.
with straight hair.
smaller/shorter than me. (haha...it was a close one)
bigger/taller than me.
with a lip ring.
who was drunk.
who was high. (i don't even know...)
who I had just met.
who was homosexual. (this is a big maybe...hahaha)
who I didn't really want to kiss. (yes...i was rape-kissed)
on a holiday.
who was going out with someone close to me.
who was my good friend's brother or sister.
who had been/is in jail.
in a graveyard.
at a show/concert.
at the beach.
in a pool, jacuzzi, or some type of water.
who was legally too young/old for me to have sex with.
with dyed hair.
with a shaved head.
who was/is my good friend.
who was/is in a band.
who has tattoos.
who is of a completely different race than me.
in the rain. (unfortunately no)
in another continent besides where I was born.
with an accent. (again, no...unfortunately)
with an std.
on a boat.
in a car/taxi/bus.
on a plane.
at the circus/carnival.
with a missing body part.
in the movies.
eskimo style.

colin taught me how to do this...(how to bold things, not kiss, sickos)

Currently Playing Twentysomething By Jamie Cullum see related

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Weekend with sister was amazing.

Weekend with volleyball was just the opposite of that.

For the first time in at least 10 years...the Fargo South Bruins will not be attending state. Don't ask me how it happened, because I truly couldn't tell you. I don't think any of us could. It just...didn't happen. Wow.

My 9-year (i don't exaggerate) season of volleyball has now come to an end...and I'm in shock. I never thought it would end this way.

BUT. It's not the experiences that define a person...it's how they deal with them. So...moving on.

"Even the best fall down sometimes..." -Howie Day

On a better note, I saw Batboy tonight and loved it. Those Moorhead folk continuously amaze me. Here's a shoutout to my best friends there, whether we are old best friends, new best friends, or a little of both. Let's hope we're all a little of both. Talented people make me passionate.

Recording artist or Musical Theatre? That is the question I ask myself daily. We're just gonna go for these frackin Musical Theatre auditions and see how it goes. If it's not meant to be, it won't happen, you know?

I listened to Dashboard today like an emo kid. You should download "Eleanor" by Low Millions and "Collide" by Howie Day. Mm. Fierce.

Should I slowly go blonde or dye it black again? I have to change something...I just don't know what.

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Haha....you're so vain, you probably think this weblog's about you... har har har....

Grease is a cute show. Rizzo is hot. (well, and the rest too...but Rizzo is totally smokin' thanks to my mad curling iron skills) You should all come support your fellow students. I know they would appreciate it. I would even appreciate it...I feel like they're my babies or something.

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Lyric of the Weblog Entry, compliments of Randi Olson:

"whoa my eponine, can't you hear the words i sing?
can't you hear the words i sing?
a crush can never be resolved
seems like every resolution ends in tragedy
singin' whoa, my eponine

we swore we'd die to end this bolshevik
and now it's time
time to put an end to all your woe

(whoa) my eponine, can't you hear the words i sing?
can't you hear the words i sing?

you can't just let this world revolve
seems like every revolution ends in casualty

singin' whoa oh oh oh my eponine

before you go, just these last words for you
i love you so
and love can bring an end to all your woe

(whoa) my eponine, can't you hear the words i sing?
whoa my eponine, you can't just let this world revolve
whoa my eponine, can't you hear the words?
can't you hear these words?
whoa my eponine, can't you hear the words i sing?"

This made me smile a lot. I love it when songs have neat little allusions. Especially when they're from the most amazing theater experience I've ever had...

The situation is in my hands now, and it feels great. I just figured out how to BOLD words on here.

That Holiday Pepsi crap tastes like someone marinated pine needles in Pepsi, poured out the liquid remains, bottled it up and sold it. Barf.

We're all a little Eponine at some point, aren't we?

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Editing again, I know, but tonight I heard this song and it really hit me.

"I don't want another pretty face
I don't want just anyone to hold
I don't want my love to go to waste
I want you and your beautiful soul
You're the one I want to chase
You're the one I want to hold
I won't let another minute go to waste
I want you and your beautiful soul

I know that you are something special
To you I'd be always faithful
I want to be what you always needed
Then I hope you'll see the heart in me"

Beautiful Soul, Jesse McCartney

I do love you and your beautiful soul.

Currently Playing Fearless By Keri Noble see related

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Lyric of the Weblog Entry:

"Look at me
Look into my eyes
Tell me, do you see that I am always by your side?
Or has the world got you down on your knees?
Come to me
Look at you
Look into your heart
Tell me is there room for you to make a brand new start?
Or has the world gotten to you and made you dark?
Come to me

'Cuz when you cry, all your tears I will wipe away
and when you laugh, who you think got you that way?
And when you dream, when you wake up, is it me you want to see?

Look at us
Look around the world
'cuz all you seem to find are unhappy boys—unhappy girls
and tell me … is that what you want for you and me?
Don't you want to be happy?"

Beautiful song, and spookily relatable to my life. Download "Somewhere Only We Know" by Keane and "All at Sea" by Jamie Cullum. Good stuff.

Keri Noble is fierce, and from Minneapolis. That must mean there's hope for the rest of us...

SLC Punk is a crazy movie. Matthew Lillard and I are engaged.

That is all.

"In the meanwhile...There are mouths to be kissed before mouths to be fed, and a lot in between in the meanwhile....And a girl ought to celebrate what passes by..."

EDIT:

I've been singing for seventeen years and I just had my second voice lesson ever. Evah evah. Isn't that sick?

Boondock Saints = one of my favorite movies in the world. You must watch the deleted scenes, especially the one where they call their mom on the phone and ask which one's older....her reply and the events following are just hilarious. good flick, good fun.

"These reeling emotions they just keep me alive
They keep me in tune
Oh, look what I‘m holding here in my fire
This is for you
Am I too obvious to preach it?
You're so hypnotic on my heart"

No, Ashlee. You make ME wanna La La.

FCA TOMORROW NIGHT AT MEGAN GRAMLOW'S HOUSE!!! 7:30! Again, I will not give out her address because I refuse to be responsible for her rape. See posters tomorrow for details!

Download those songs I listed above. For real. And "Look at Me" by Keri Nobel. AND "As You Sleep" by Something Corporate.

I want to live in a little flat in a big city and walk around wearing random crap. Like when the press catches a celebrity off guard when they're walking their dog or something, and they're wearing sweatpants with stilettos. I also want to marry a guy who writes and drinks a glass of wine before bed and who will sing me to sleep. Then we'll go out on the town and drink more wine and go dancing, even if it's just in the streets where the only music playing is the rumble of the city.

If you're still reading this and don't think I'm completely insane, and even if you do think I'm insane....call me. I'd love to sit up on my roof and talk with you.