Sound familiar?
Wait, wait - backtrack.
An entry dated on a day that is neither Tuesday or Friday?
Ridiculousness. Absurd, I tell you!
And indeed it is. Saturday, November 19th, 2011, was the second and last performance in the musical I am proudly a participant of. The Kent Place School production of Rent! was far beyond words could describe. First run through on Friday, November 18th, 2011, was excitement and anticipation. We wanted to get it done and be proud of our work, the first performance. And, when we were done, we had stormed backstage and started leaping into one another's arms. It was done, we had gotten through it once with success. Our months of preparation and bonding finally, unfortunately, has paid off.
We got through the two shows with our hitches and, if I might add, did such a fantastic job. Of course, I wouldn't be able to do any justice with the words I can come up with, but I most certainly can express how appreciative I am of the experience: being able to talk to people, being able to make more friends than I have fingers in one environment, be exposed to different vessels of immense talent and to be within the same vicinity as all the jovial and uplifting dispositions just about every day of the week.
It was, indeed, daunting, as one of my friends from the aforementioned project had told me at the beginning of this week. She said it'd be happy, exciting, daunting and beautiful altogether.
I didn't think she would be so right.
The show itself, I'll admit, is pretty darn spectacular, let alone the people in it making it so much better. I wanted to dedicate this particular, special entry to the members of this cast and give them the proper thanks that I could not possibly manage to utter out altogether at once. Not to mention I'll end up forgetting stuff for here, but I can totally always run back and edit while no one's looking... And then tell them to go back and read it again. =D
So, I digress.
I should have gotten a program. That would have been fantastic as a reference to verify I had everyone's name.
Keenan Kariotis - Honestly, I can never figure out how to say your last name. This is why, if I have ever shouted at you, it has never been in your full name. Heh. So, yeah. You were Mark [ for those who were wondering about particular characters ]. Didn't like the hat, so you scratched it, weren't comfortable in the jacket, so you tossed it, totally wore an undershirt beneath the sweater, so you weren't irritated [ just kidding ], and you rocked your red converses running up and down those steps with an occasional trip up the top step - how you manage to forget to lift your knee every now and then is beyond me, but that's not the point here. Sunday, November 20th, at midnight, we all waited in the dance studio to sing happy birthday to you and, as Julia stated, very beautifully. I don't even know what to think, man. It's weird: I don't consider you a brother, but that's what I feel like our connection has settled as. You're a great bud, and such a goof, it's nearly impossible to keep a straight face when you're traipsing up and down the steps and telling me about sodomy and how it's between God and you - but it's fantastic to work with you. You and your crazy pals need to make sure you take care of yourselves and don't get into any trouble that you don't need to, hear me? I look forward to keeping in touch and working with you, though. Love your loud voice, don't get bashful and embarrassed about it. Better to be heard and seen than not at all. So, yeah. I'll learn how to do that snap thing, Skip. And maybe take some shimmy-ing lessons. <3
Joseph Verga - Honestly, first day of auditions, I was a little nervous. You being there auditioning as well didn't make it any better. In fact, you were cast as Roger, as I would later learn, to be my particular adversary for the dearest Mimi. But, away from the set and without the music forcing us to spit lines at each other, you, Sir, are quite the individual. More nonchalant and easy-going than I had originally anticipated from my impression on Audition Day. Your voice, it's sick, and you're a very good actor, I've witnessed. Y'know, it was a little rough at first, what with all the awkward and angst, but I think you pulled Roger off very well. Oh, and you're a very reliable individual when I'm in need of animals upon request, so thank you for that. And, for a kid who goes to the school you do, I'm glad you're a sensible and conscientious person. I'll be harassing you for quite some while, so don't think you'll end up forgetting about me and never see my face again. Haha. Alright, bud, you keep up the good work. Just make sure no one else is playing Spiderman - I hear it's super-dangerous. <3
Juliette Norrmen-Smith - I see you are learning, because our high fives DO kick ass and take names. Next, you must learn the names of people whose asses they kick. You're a beautiful young woman, and you have a beautiful heart. To be picked out as Mimi, I'm very sure, was not a mistake. If anything, we were each put in our roles to learn and progress - together. Would it be accurate to say that this was your first musical experience? I believe it goes for the lot of individuals in the cast, as well as myself, but I do believe you performed exceptionally well, given the circumstance, which, by the way, are completely a hoax and surreal. I don't know HOW in the world you pulled it off, but I revere you and your... un... human skill of recovering and pulling off the performance like that. First dying and coming back to life, now this - I think I may need to press your application as some kind of goddess a little further. I confide in you more than I do myself, and with out high fives proving to be something rather significant, I do expect one the next time I see you. Your voice, even through its hardships, delivers "Without You" significantly each time, and just about everyone was upstage tearing up and sniffling with Joe's harmonies. It's unreal. I still have stories to tell you, so there's one of your many excuses for us to find each other as time progresses. So, yeah. Don't miss me too much, or else I'll have to live up to expectations - and we all know those are NEVER fun. <3
Julia Cicchino - It's funny. You were the first face I saw when walking down to the auditions with my buddy Kieran. So friendly and genial when you introduced yourself, and I'll be honest, I didn't remember your name the next day. Hah. ^^;; So, I'm lucky you introduced yourself, because I would have been even more of a fish out of water. I really appreciate everything you've done, and you're not only a magnificent performer, but a beautiful person. I don't even know what to say. Honestly, I revere you and your capabilities on stage, and on the Saturday show, had to stop from peeing in my pants with Joe because your improvisations are always so hilarious, the best Maureen, I'm sure. Oh. Man. So, yeah, you may occasionally find yourself faltering in confidence and doubting your actions, but I can reassure you - right now - that anything you do will be completely fine. You're on a path that is impossible to stray from in your case, and that would be greatness. If you're headed nowhere, then I have no hope for myself. You're fantastic - always was and always will be. I love your face, the first I saw. <3
Annie "Collins" Hilton - Collins, just to let you know, I haven't done it yet, but I'm resolving to check the "yes" box. You're fantastic, hilarious, and while you may be quite the complex individual, your simply fantastic attitude is just what it is - fantastic. You're hilarious beyond measures, and I adore how awesome you are. If it weren't for our scissors every day, I'd feel a bit distant from you, but playing "swaps" makes everything better, don't you agree? You as Joanne not only worked out in so many ways, but I must admit, dipping your own mix into the bit made her so much better. I don't know what I'll do without our daily scissors, but I'll be seeing you for certain. Hopefully you'll bother wearing a dress for our wedding. <3
Eleanor Haglund - Every time I see your last name, it reminds of Hagrid. Which, reminds me, I'm almost done with the first book [ about one hundred pages or so left ], but that's besides the point. Ele, you... I don't even know. You're an adorable pint-sized adorable of adorable. I love you. While I could have gotten storytime with everyone else, I'm glad I had storytime with you. So much fun. You are a fantastic performer, and you could have fooled me with your tree and your money tossing and eccentric leggings that you were a drag. Y'know, if the purple wig didn't do it already. I don't expect our storytime to ever end, especially since we've stories yet to share. <3
P e n d i n g . s p a c e . . .
Samantha Narciso - You are insane. And I love it. You're probably one of the people whom I've had the most fun with. Definitely. Going into town, our crazy conversations, our ridiculous plans - they're all fantastic. As Mark's mother, as the coat vendor, as a friend of Shale - you were a critical staple in the show, and behind the scenes. You were fantastic and despite our lack of interaction on stage, I'm happy to have worked with you. And, even in town, I've learned from you - as noted before in earlier entries. You're a bubbly and kind-hearted person whose smile knows no opposite: you're a bright face in the mix of us all and your voice is as distinguishable as your bouncing around and making people laugh. Upon her creation, Darantha will be proud to exist. <3
Mahogany Aminzia - Mogs~ A fellow blogger and a very fun person. At first, you settled in like a wallflower - I didn't really notice you all that much, but whenever we all goofed around, I would see you talking to people and laughing. Then we became great friends while you learned your magnificent choreography with the others sitting on the balcony. Your skills are most certainly under the radar, and while I haven't the chance to sincerely appreciate any of your particular works, I've witnessed you in the group and have had enough conversations with you to gather what kind of person you are. Plus, the ensemble of clothes you tossed together for the show was pretty respectable - especially the red suspenders. I love your laugh and whenever we're joking about how the awkwardness occurring seems to just be a part of daily life, I can't help but think that there's something you include in real life that you should take to the blog. Whether you do or not is your choice, as is deciphering what it is exactly you'll bring to the blog, but whatever it is, it gives you your pleasant and inviting aura. But, of course, I'm looking forward to working with you more than anything else: photographs are always a treasure. <3
Morgan Hoit - With each little comment I read, I think yours was one of the first I saw. If not, then it was one of the ones I read before I had my little incident of overwhelming joy and all that. Heh. I enjoyed our little adventure and look forward to many more, especially since sharing stories is a key to our friendship. You're a great person, and we relate more than I'm sure we realize. Not to mention the fact that our "friendship picture" is one of the best out of the mix. You're a remarkable girl, and I believe in you, whatever it is you run after. Thank you for everything you've done. But, of course, don't expect to get rid of me so easily. You'll find me in the back of your trunk one day, just so you know. Don't have a heart attack when I jump out and hug you. <3
Gabriela Mottesi - Did I spell it right now? Gabby, you're adorable and have quite the intuition. You're a fantastic singer, which I'm sure you've heard many times before, but the copious amounts of silliness that line the fiber of your being is remarkable. To be your potential and impending editor, I am honored to have such a... great thing to look forward to. Haha. I'm kidding. Despite Sixth Grade being your year, I believe that upon the time of your employment, you will ascend through the ranks - not only as a writer, but as a person. Where would an editor be without such a raw and fine gem to refine and shape to perfection, even if it's close enough already? <3
Natalie Rathgeber - Would you shun me for a second or two if I proceeded to proclaim that I recount your name as "Wrath of the Boogers" all the time? Well, you most certainly should not feel embarrassed about a thing, Natalie, because I am honestly baffled by your little note [ and humored by Samantha's comments ]. It may have taken you some while to get it done, but I believe you when you say there's no point in trying to compact it all in one little paragraph, because I don't think these blurbs are doing much of any justice to how much I love you all. You have a fantastic voice and I love your hair and your eyes - you're just one bundle of awesome. I most certainly would love to work with you vocally in the future, but I think I might have to crawl in through your window and sing you to bed every night before you would let that happen. <3
Rachael Miller - Oh, youuu. Every time I was up on that balcony in our favorite piece, I had to fight so hard to keep a straight face when you attacked my leg. It made the number so much more lively. I absolutely adore you, and I enjoy harassing our mutual friend in school as you do when you see him in the morn. You're a beautiful and funny little lady, and I really am happy that I got to spend time with the lot of you. But, I swear, the next time I see you with that invisible baby and I'm in Benny-mode [ possibly if I see you in the morning on the bus ], I may just end up swinging my leg in random directions. Just so you know. <3
Denae Wilkins - Oh my dear. Denae - ever so classy and absolutely hilarious. Your laugh is fantastic and it almost got us in trouble one day upstage - don't know if you remember it, but I vaguely do. Anywho, you're quite the diva, but in a positive aspect. Perhaps it'd be easier to say that you are possess the positive attributes of a diva, and then some. And, of course, our moments of utter confusion and chaos are priceless. Keep your head up because no one can look down on you and neither should you. Your greatest admirer follows shortly after, Shale. <3
James Whiting - I don't believe I could have forgotten about you, my good sire, James. In all honesty, I adore you just as much as all the girls do - not because of how fabulous you are, but because I remember our lovely sessions of "Big Booty". In our giant circle of eighteen or so, and you made it a contraction. That. Had. Me. Rollin'. [ In the deep ]. So, yes, James. I am going to miss you and your fantastic singing and all the humor you instill in the group. Keep up the good work and don't let anyone ever tell you something you don't want to hear - if they try to tell you otherwise, just remember about your dearest Shale above you and what she would do. Stay classy. <3
Joanna Massa - I'm sorry for using your full name, Joey. I have a feeling you don't like it all that much, but I would have never guessed that to be your first name. Right, so you are such a funny and bubbly person, I love it. I absolutely adore you, and your are a very beautiful young woman. Your dance skills are superb and your hair, all of the ridiculous amounts of it, is still pretty, no matter how crazy it gets. You're worth more than a diamond in the rough and I'm certain that all of your friends cherish being exactly that: friends with you. What's more is that I want to remind you what you promised me, don't forget: "You can have this body for free." I'm looking forward to it, Missy. <3
Abigail Espiritu - First and foremost, you're amazing; secondly, you have an awesome last name; lastly, you're absolutely amazing. You have fantastic taste in music for being my Paramore buddy and you are the epitome of adorableness. I love you and I appreciate every single word you've said to me [ while I may have honestly not heard every one ], even the personal little note. Thank you for your smiles, your confidence, your motivation - everything. Whether it was intentional or not, I hop on the bandwagon of people who absolutely adore you in every way, not because they're all cool people, but because they adore you for the right reason: because you are Abby. You have a great voice, and I do look forward to working with you again sometime soon, most definitely. <3
Emma Forstenhausler - Started as fish flop adversaries, ended as models and fantastic friends, I think we've had quite the run, Emma. And, the best part about it is that it's still going strong. You're ridiculous as a dancer and an absolutely awesome person. You walk pretty fast for a person who's only skin and tendons, but you're perfectly fine, especially with your scandalous dance positions in Juliette's particularly favorite number. I'm going to miss seeing you every day, but I'll have just as much fun harassing you as I do any other time. And, don't you let your guard down - I'll get the fish flop down pat and do it in the penguin suit, then you'll have nothing to hold over my head. <3
Kristen Cotter - I don't know which one to call you! Everyone's always calling you Cotter, but I just think to call you Kristen. You're such a dope, I love you. You're hilarious, you're beautiful and you do a fantastic job as a dancer. I love your hair in pompadour-mode, and I am honored to be dubbed as your favorite. I'll miss you certainly, but I'm pretty sure our future conversations will make it seem like I'm not even gone. I promise. <3
Katja Yacker - "Yakitty Yak, don't talk back!" That's the first thing whenever I see or hear your last name. Haha. Sorry. You're a fantastic dancer and you proved to be one of greatest shouter in our favorite number - especially since you weren't mic'd at all. But, I digress: your humor for my emoticons knows no boundaries as the wonder expounds. I don't know why you were bawling so hard, but I find it funny still because it's just you, y'know? So, I'm sure we'll figure out what to do, and I'll come up with an emoticon that makes sense for you, alright? Looking forward to running around like a buffoon with you sometime soon. <3
Jordan Cobb - Oh, dearest Jordan. So many memories. With you, with everyone else, and mostly dancing. If we weren't singing, we were dancing, and if we weren't dancing, we were singing. Obviously, the answer to the question that is not posed is that we could have been doing both at the same time - but never neither. There are no other options. Out of the craze of hair in the mass of the group, you and Sam had us all beat, and I would like to commend you on being able to function properly with that mountain on your head. It's really funny, actually. And, as I mentioned with Rachael, I enjoy communications with our mutual friend to relay messages, so keep that up. I don't think there's anything else I want to say because I pretty much say it every day. <3
Emily Bridges - Emsssss~ I swear, I know your name. I fumbled with the chant I had with Natalie, going around and wishing you all to "do amazing", but I know your name, certainly. You're a very pretty lady and funny as well. I feel as though we didn't get to hang out all that much, but when we did, we had more than a grand time. You're very nonchalant and I admire that as well. It was a great experience to work with you and an even better time to run around within the same vicinity, not knowing what we're doing most of the time. Not like we know what we're doing any other time. <3
Elizabeth Fountain - Lizzyyy~! "Great job taking off the guitar!" That was very funny, and when you did it again Saturday, I felt a sudden inclination to applaud you. You're a fantastic girl and I loved spending time with the lot of you. I plan on talking to you all the time, so don't think anything of this rather short passage. You may have shed tears at the post-production withdrawal, but it's okay because we'll all be seeing each other again - that's a promise. <3
Madeline Pensiero - Mads, a model in the midst of us all. You're a gorgeous little lady and I think you're very cool, in all honesty. I don't know what else to say - you already know it all. It was fun to run around and do all this great stuff with you. I'm glad you were satisfied with the angle you settled upon, by the way, because any higher and it would not have turned out to be very 80's-ish, I think. Or I could be wrong. I don't really know, I wasn't born in that decade. So, yeah. Stay beautiful. <3
Alana DiSabatino - Lanes, you're absolutely magnificent. So funny and it's unfortunate that no one's buying - I hope you don't actually end up crying. Our friendship is probably solid since our swaying during the solos and have gotten even stronger since our time chilling out while everyone else learned choreography. Oh, and by the way, I love your hat. I want one like that - the one with the ears and the makeshift gloves: it's awesome. Love youuu. <3
Janie McGraw - You and Brianna were like two peas in a pod, so it's a little odd for me to just single you out here. You're pretty darn funny, I'll admit, and with our idle singing, I must admit that you could give Juliette a run for her money. Haha. And, whenever you were on the balcony, bouncing away and smacking on your gum, it was just as difficult to keep a straight face. And, oh, when you were all mooing, you and Brianna would always charge at me and I would nearly burst out in laughter. I supposed I could go on forever with these things, but they wouldn't prove my point. You're awesome and really pretty, and I'm most likely going to blabber your ears off whenever I talk to you. So, yeah, beware. <3
Brianna Morgan - Oh, hey you. It's funny, because I knew you before Rent! even happened. Then I got to know you a bit better, and times got better. Like I said to and about Janie, you two were oft found together - even in the instance where your strange dance rituals were quite the surprise to me. Despite the strange moments, you did very well as Joanne's mother, and despite your burning passion for the theater and our fantastic experience, I think it went pretty well, all in all. Don't you agree? Well, I'll leave it here - you'll probably cross paths with our mutual friend and he'll ask a myriad of questions. Enjoy that. <3
Rachel Cohen - Rachel! You're a very sweet and nice girl and I enjoyed your presence. You're funny and always great to be around. And your spurs of strangeness add to the awesomeness. Thanks for your comment, and I'm glad you enjoyed the pinguino. I'll miss you, but we'll keep in touch, surely. <3
Cayla Kusnierz - Even though you had to Houdini from the production, we still considered you a part of it and missed you. I enjoyed our little conversations on the steps and the pouring of invisible drinks and never knowing what was happening. Our collective state of being clueless was just about as great as our collective efforts to try and keep straight faces, all the time. I'm glad everything's fine and I wish that you could have stayed in it with us, but I'm even happier you enjoyed it. You're a fantastic singer and I'm pleasured to have met you. But we'll stay in contact, don't you worry your pretty little face. <3
Shannon Campbell - Shannersssss~ Nannersss momanners. Fe fi nanners! We love you, Shannon. We're all sorry you had to get sick and miss out on all the fun, but we're happy that you're feeling better. I, personally, know that you would have enjoyed it better in the audience than as a part of the cast. You are a very great dancer, and I appreciate your coaching me at dance auditions. You reminded me of a friend of mine, whose name is Rachel, so for the first couple of weeks I always wanted to call you Rachel. I'm honored that you enjoy these entries so much and I hope I don't ever prove to disappoint. I'm super-happy that you're feeling much better and that you came to see it. I'm even happier that you enjoyed yourself. With all that you've gone through, you deserved to see the best, and I can assure you that while we were at rehearsals and the sort, whenever we mentioned you and your absence, we looked to add it in our ambition to perform better. We didn't do it because you weren't there and we had to cover the hole, but we did it because we wanted to incorporate you in our spirits and make sure that you felt loved whenever you would return. And when you did return [ and I pseudo-kidnapped you ] I hope you felt all the love we have for you. I'm glad to have met you, and you already know that we're not ever falling away. Not even if you tried. <3
Amanda Corey - Noteworthy of all things, our Stage Manager person lady~ Amanda, you are the sweetest and nicest person I've met, like, ever. I absolutely adore you and I hold you in such a high regard for having the capacity to do what you've done in the past couple of months. I could not have possibly fathomed how you did it all, but you did it. I suppose that's what makes you so amazing. Without you, we would be far beyond a mess, and I want to apologize for our incidents of taking you for granted: we may have wanted to finish our conversations or chill out for a bit longer, but we needed to get back into the theater or the dance studio and refine some things that would have been horrendous Friday and Saturday without you and your incessant running about. I hope you get lots of rest after you shove the rest of your work-pile into completion. Best of luck with your studies and I hope you take it easy - you need a bit of rest and relaxation after that fantastic job you did. Oh, and sorry for giving you that great scare again. Love you, Manders. <3
Claire Lynch - Claire! Thanks for everything. You and Amanda did a fantastic job backstage and we're lucky to have you two. You're the best. Also, thanks for your comment, because that was the one that hit me in my little incident Saturday night, I remember. I really appreciate it, and I'm glad I could have always brought some kind of smile to your face - whether it be from the weird actions or the... or... uhh... Yeah, most likely the weird stuff I did, but I'm glad to have met you. We'll keep in touch, no doubt. <3
Janeen Browne - Oh my. You are fantastic. And, with the capacity to deal with all of us in our state of incoherence and a bit of superbly distracted stupors, I respect you. You're very funny, and while your sass may send me back stumbling, I enjoyed hanging out with you. Thanks for everything you've done and I'm proud that your hard work was all successful. <3
Jordyn Andrea - Another one. I won't bother you too much, especially since you probably won't care to read all of this. You're a very funny one and your sass knocks me off my feet as well. I'm actually impressed with all the intense stuff you did with the lighting and whatnot, and I appreciate everything you've done. It was very nice to work with you, and I most likely will be seeing you around to have a strange moment of peculiar staring. "What are you doing here?" "I'm not entirely sure." "Alright then." And that's exactly how it'll go. I don't know where or when, but yeah. <3
Miss Yanelli - It was my first experience in a dance studio, and to do it with such an eloquent and magnificent instructor, I am pleased to say that Rent!, as my first, official musical experience, has been much more than I could have ever imagined. The choreography was very nice and was a bit above our level, but it challenged us to grow into better performers. Not to mention, because it was a challenge, it allowed us to break down walls and develop in our own ways. For that, Miss Yanelli, I thank you. Always with a smile on your face and a twinkle in your eyes, we would watch you do a succinct snippet and then follow right on your heels. From day one, we would stumble about, but by the time opening night came around, we were already anticipating each move before the music had even played. And, as anyone can gather, only a great choreographer is capable of molding pupils like that. <3
Ms. Thomas - It has been a learning experience for the lot of us, I am sure. I went into audition day with as much confidence I could, but not as much skill as I had talent. I walked out of the audition room a bit eased by the comfortable atmosphere the three of you - Miss Yanelli, Mr. Pridham, and yourself - had created, and while there was a bit of a incident with the audition piece, when it was put together and done with, I was not as relieved as I should have been. What's more was that upon the time rehearsals rolled around, I found myself struggling to get out of my comfort zone and reach higher ledges that I never had to stretch before and bother with. As a very talented instructor, I believe that the lot of the entire cast's confidence amplified to measures rather colossal compared to our first rehearsal. Can you remember what it was like? I can't. And guess who it's all thanks to? With the band having done a fabulous job and our learning experience seeming to never end, I thank you, Ms. Thomas. <3
Mr. Thomas [ Robert* ] Pridham - Ah, good sir. I remember the day I was told by a friend of mine to contact a Mr. Pridham and tell him I was interested in participating in the play at Kent Place. I remember how nervous and anxious I was to get a reply - how excited I was to actually send the e-mail in the first place. Then upon audition day, I couldn't help be suddenly be intimidated for a split-second before you started speaking words. I don't know how you do it, but, Mr. Pridham, you're the man. A very talented director to have managed to slip Rent! into Kent Place to begin with, I am honored and proud to have worked with you and everyone else. I appreciate the droplets of encouragement that gave me reason to push forth and stick with this. It was what I thought I loved to do and it most certainly turned out to be true. I can say that, while everyone says they love you or that you're the best, Mr. Pridham, there's no way to pinpoint how much we all appreciate you in one phrase or in the longest dissertation physically possible. And it's because of this fact, my good sir, that I hope to one day make an impression on the earth as you have made one in my mind. Thank you for everything, and it was a great pleasure to work with you. Hopefully we'll all be able to keep in contact more than life plans on getting in the way for. <3
* - Thomas is now your first name, Mr. Pridham. Hope you don't mind changing all the paperwork.
You all are fantastically indescribable. I hope you enjoyed these short little passages, because I've dedicated the whole day to ensuring everyone's is just and inclusive! I appreciate everything you've all done, and I cried twice - twice - Saturday night! Once because the poster itself was quite overwhelming [ something I most certainly did not expect from my first musical, but will appreciate far more than any of you can imagine and understand - it is now on my ceiling and forever shall remain there: First thing I look at when I wake up in the morning. ] and once because everyone started singing the songs from the show. It hit me right then and there how much I love you all. <3
I love you all. Now, enjoy these marvelous little bundles of joy that I am a little disappointed to have missed a few people with, but have included them nonetheless. <3
Collages! Rent! Kent Place School, Fall Production, November 19, 2011 & November 20, 2011. Right there, in the song for this entry. You people are all amazing. Stay that way.
♫ Bill Withers - Lean on me. ♪
<3 ~ Monty
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Sunday, November 20, 2011
Friday, November 18, 2011
Friday, November 11, 2011
{ THOUGH } i walked . home . a.l.o.n.e. - g-u-i-d-i-n-g - ME : HOME :
I've never heard of The Finches before! It's actually surprising, too, because they're not that bad. Their song "The House Under the Hill" is very nice and easy to listen to. At the very least, it's been soothing me down a bit, especially since I'm just about to rocket into the sky. It's Friday: the start of the weekend.
Honestly, when I settled into bed about two hours ago, I looked back and felt as though I had done Tuesday's entry the day before! The week had flown right by for me. I wish I could say the same for many others, who have been exhausted by life as of late, but all I can do, as usual, is advise them to take care of themselves. After all, it is the season for influenza and all that fantastic stuff.
Well, I wanted to firstly mention a newer friend of mine, Michele Wiesen, for this very nice song that, apparently, needs more publicity. So, here you go~! Enjoy!
Right, so, it's the eleventh of November in the year two-thousand and eleven. I find it very strange that that has occurred and incidentally it is a Friday. Surely, it's just as possible it could have fallen upon a Tuesday, but a blog-day in general is simply peculiar to me. Don't mind me, though - let's get started, shall we?
I'd like to acknowledge that, just about two months ago, I was starting my first days back to school. Likewise, I would be experiencing what would be my first audition for my first show - at least, for my high school career in another school. In a week - seven days - is opening night. It might not have been that long of a time, but it surely did go by fast. And, it's hitting us all in the face. I've made quite the number of friends - I'd like to say of everyone in the cast and even a few stray, sorry souls who had to encounter me when in the midst of more than three individuals. Heh, sorry if I've ever surprised you when I didn't truly intend to - it can be a bit overwhelming at times.
Right, so~ as if this were a shining moment [ which it, more or less, is ] I'd like to thank a bunch of people. Of course, they don't have much of a say whether they're being mentioned or not: Alexa Baglione, my best friend who shoved me into this with the most support in the world; Kieran Windorf for all of his moral support [ <3 ]; my musical instructors since Elementary School - Kevin Hagen and Maria Politano, who are the best; and all of the individuals who've made this possible. All the participants, all the people who are coming to see it, and everyone they're involved with. It's just a lump-sum of gratefulness. I don't even know where it's going, and I don't care.
I'd hug them all, if I could.
And, with that said, all of you are ridiculously amazing. Of course, the concerns of losing contact wouldn't dare surface into reality, so we'll just leave it at that.
I feel like I'm making a bit of a severed connection here, but being a week away from show-day, it's a rather interesting date as well: 11/11/11. Not much else to say about that, but I did find something that one of my friends said very interesting. And, if she had not have said it, I would not have thought of it at all. Goes to show how amazing each individual person is:
The notion itself is something I most certainly confide with, so I trust that you will enjoy this remarkable day, because I treat it as if it is simply just another like any other.
As remarkably generic as this may seem, I want you to think about it: if life's been hitting you pretty hard, just take a step back and look at it all. Take a moment to assess what it is that you're hitting against and find a way to let it let you through. Obstacles should only prove as reminders that you're capable of working through and around whatever life has to throw at you. Furthermore, if there are issues that cause you to think about yourself and what you're doing, that's good. Thinking keeps a mind sharp and healthy. The best decisions in one's life can possibly come from the best spells of thinking - not "in the heat of the moment", reflexive thinking, but deep contemplation, akin to that of a philosopher's, if you'd care to get dedicated.
And, as serious as this gets, I just recalled something from today: there was a line of geese crossing the street from the pond to the grass. I was sitting in the car with my friend, waiting for them to pass. It was very entertaining, to say the least.
Indeed.
And it is Veteran's Day, the main topic I wanted to talk about today. I'm not one of the most patriotic individuals in the world, I'll let you know that right now. However, I'll reserve my rights in light that they may be a bit biased, seeing as how I do not know everything in the world. I'll admit, though, that I don't advocate war or violence as the sole solution to issues; granted, it is possible to be a more convenient or even a last resort, only because no two individuals are like, nor shall divided, political powers. But, the purpose to mention Veteran's Day is not to scold the veterans in any regard. In fact, it is to commend the individuals of the past, present and future for their efforts and dedication in protecting individuals.
And not just my own nation, but for their own, respective homelands.
Without people to protect one another, and with them putting their lives on the line for us, it would be difficult to say that paying due respects to fallen soldiers or even individuals who've been deployed to fight in battles as of late and who are preparing to go off into service - or even individuals who have not been set on their particular paths yet - would be pointless. I, a person of a conscientious mind and a genuine spirit, would like to thank each and every individual for their actions.
They are human too, and while not every single action a political instructor or the smallest and most "insignificant" of the military forces may not be the best and most reasonable choice to us, but it is their choice and in their best judgement, which we simply have to confide in. Because, after all, belief is a form of confidence, and with confidence, we can support our own nation, and others.
So, whether you are capable of reading this message and appreciate it, as a vessel, I would like to forward the wishes and gratitude of all individuals living and being protected by their respective Veterans. We love you and thank you for everything you've done. Without you, our lives would be unfathomably worse, definitely.
If you know a veteran - family member or happen to see one on the street - thank them for everything they've done. If you can [ or want to ], offer them a hug and let them know how you really feel. I'm sure they'll appreciate it more than anything else. Enjoy the time with your families!
<3 ~ Monty
=]
Honestly, when I settled into bed about two hours ago, I looked back and felt as though I had done Tuesday's entry the day before! The week had flown right by for me. I wish I could say the same for many others, who have been exhausted by life as of late, but all I can do, as usual, is advise them to take care of themselves. After all, it is the season for influenza and all that fantastic stuff.
Well, I wanted to firstly mention a newer friend of mine, Michele Wiesen, for this very nice song that, apparently, needs more publicity. So, here you go~! Enjoy!
Right, so, it's the eleventh of November in the year two-thousand and eleven. I find it very strange that that has occurred and incidentally it is a Friday. Surely, it's just as possible it could have fallen upon a Tuesday, but a blog-day in general is simply peculiar to me. Don't mind me, though - let's get started, shall we?
I'd like to acknowledge that, just about two months ago, I was starting my first days back to school. Likewise, I would be experiencing what would be my first audition for my first show - at least, for my high school career in another school. In a week - seven days - is opening night. It might not have been that long of a time, but it surely did go by fast. And, it's hitting us all in the face. I've made quite the number of friends - I'd like to say of everyone in the cast and even a few stray, sorry souls who had to encounter me when in the midst of more than three individuals. Heh, sorry if I've ever surprised you when I didn't truly intend to - it can be a bit overwhelming at times.
Right, so~ as if this were a shining moment [ which it, more or less, is ] I'd like to thank a bunch of people. Of course, they don't have much of a say whether they're being mentioned or not: Alexa Baglione, my best friend who shoved me into this with the most support in the world; Kieran Windorf for all of his moral support [ <3 ]; my musical instructors since Elementary School - Kevin Hagen and Maria Politano, who are the best; and all of the individuals who've made this possible. All the participants, all the people who are coming to see it, and everyone they're involved with. It's just a lump-sum of gratefulness. I don't even know where it's going, and I don't care.
I'd hug them all, if I could.
And, with that said, all of you are ridiculously amazing. Of course, the concerns of losing contact wouldn't dare surface into reality, so we'll just leave it at that.
I feel like I'm making a bit of a severed connection here, but being a week away from show-day, it's a rather interesting date as well: 11/11/11. Not much else to say about that, but I did find something that one of my friends said very interesting. And, if she had not have said it, I would not have thought of it at all. Goes to show how amazing each individual person is:
"
The notion itself is something I most certainly confide with, so I trust that you will enjoy this remarkable day, because I treat it as if it is simply just another like any other.
As remarkably generic as this may seem, I want you to think about it: if life's been hitting you pretty hard, just take a step back and look at it all. Take a moment to assess what it is that you're hitting against and find a way to let it let you through. Obstacles should only prove as reminders that you're capable of working through and around whatever life has to throw at you. Furthermore, if there are issues that cause you to think about yourself and what you're doing, that's good. Thinking keeps a mind sharp and healthy. The best decisions in one's life can possibly come from the best spells of thinking - not "in the heat of the moment", reflexive thinking, but deep contemplation, akin to that of a philosopher's, if you'd care to get dedicated.
And, as serious as this gets, I just recalled something from today: there was a line of geese crossing the street from the pond to the grass. I was sitting in the car with my friend, waiting for them to pass. It was very entertaining, to say the least.
Indeed.
And it is Veteran's Day, the main topic I wanted to talk about today. I'm not one of the most patriotic individuals in the world, I'll let you know that right now. However, I'll reserve my rights in light that they may be a bit biased, seeing as how I do not know everything in the world. I'll admit, though, that I don't advocate war or violence as the sole solution to issues; granted, it is possible to be a more convenient or even a last resort, only because no two individuals are like, nor shall divided, political powers. But, the purpose to mention Veteran's Day is not to scold the veterans in any regard. In fact, it is to commend the individuals of the past, present and future for their efforts and dedication in protecting individuals.
And not just my own nation, but for their own, respective homelands.
Without people to protect one another, and with them putting their lives on the line for us, it would be difficult to say that paying due respects to fallen soldiers or even individuals who've been deployed to fight in battles as of late and who are preparing to go off into service - or even individuals who have not been set on their particular paths yet - would be pointless. I, a person of a conscientious mind and a genuine spirit, would like to thank each and every individual for their actions.
They are human too, and while not every single action a political instructor or the smallest and most "insignificant" of the military forces may not be the best and most reasonable choice to us, but it is their choice and in their best judgement, which we simply have to confide in. Because, after all, belief is a form of confidence, and with confidence, we can support our own nation, and others.
So, whether you are capable of reading this message and appreciate it, as a vessel, I would like to forward the wishes and gratitude of all individuals living and being protected by their respective Veterans. We love you and thank you for everything you've done. Without you, our lives would be unfathomably worse, definitely.
If you know a veteran - family member or happen to see one on the street - thank them for everything they've done. If you can [ or want to ], offer them a hug and let them know how you really feel. I'm sure they'll appreciate it more than anything else. Enjoy the time with your families!
<3 ~ Monty
=]
Tuesday, November 8, 2011
:: could you [ r e m i n d ] me of a {time} when we were . . so . . . a l i v e ~
There's not much to say: "Franklin" by Paramore is a fantastic song. Paramore is my favorite band - no contest, whatsoever. And "Franklin" is just as tranquil as it gets. It's all about reflection, settling upon a resolution of the time that passes by, while still retaining a considerate contentment. I mean, it's easy to remember days - or forget them, however you take your medicine - but the moments that we do not want to dare to even let slip from our minds are the special ones. The ones that made us laugh, that made us cry - the ones that we hold dear to us. The people they've incorporated are included as well, and, by default, the experiences themselves are a vital point.
A friend of mine requested assistance with preparing a speech. I mention this not for the notion that I am a reliable individual - which I will honestly set aside the modesty to validate - but because of the message of his speech. Upon his discretion, I'd be able to disclose to you the particular instance and mentions of his speech, but the ultimate goal to deliver is his theme: community.
While his term of "community" may stem off in a different regard, his outline definitely did well explaining and relating the word "community" to its audience. At least, I would believe it should. Just for a clear and concise picture, however, dictionary.com defines "community" as:
By nature, things are to repel and things are to attract. It is in this truth that we find particular things that we like, and things we do not. Our concept of other people are no different. However, it is because of what they do and, in particular, how they act most oft than not that determines whether they fall into our favor or not. And, ultimately, our friends are individuals who bring pleasure to us, via their mere presence and actions - hence, the significance of the word "friend".
It is important to keep an open mind of those around you. Society has been highlighting particular things that appease many or upset many. Unfortunately, only particular groups are being focused upon, instead of the entirety as a whole. Surely, it is sensible to work from the bottom to the top in essence of fortitude and support and what have you, but it is the largest notion - and no pun intended - to not forget about the bigger picture. With that being said, perspectives expanded, let us return to community.
What is it you picture when you think of community? Disregarding all the distractions that may pop up in your head, what words in particular define a community to you? Do the words fit an ambient and comfortable setting? Family, friends - familiar faces from front forthward, community assures us that it's a nice neighborhood, assures us that we're comfortable and safe - assures us that we're where we belong.
The company you keep should do that for you - assure you that you are where you belong, of course. It's important for you to feel more than welcomed and such, as there is no feeling in the world like the pride and contentment in being needed. And wanted. Not yearned for, and not depended upon, but out of the simple field of a friendship that keeps you on someone's mind at some point of the day. Your friends find you, they talk to you, you enjoy it, do you not? And, even if you should have some kind of discretion that leads to upsets and disappointments, the ground is there for you to pick up your pieces off of.
I hope that imagery settles: when you both are involved in the shattering, you both fall to the ground, and you both need to pick yourselves - and one another, hopefully - to piece yourselves together once again.
Friendships are as fragile as we make them. Strong bonds mean stronger friendships with less restrictions and greater flexibility. The reason why individuals can have best friends across a nation or on the other side of the world and still consider them the closest they've ever encountered, respectively, is due to their confiding in one another. The trust and bonding that they maintain. Friendship is an easy thing to start and have - a good friendship needs a little maintenance work.
And, with enough friendships, your bridges will eventually lead into areas where you already have other bridges - connections. And, by association, you will learn that the world you know is not as big as the world you think of, and that it is a small world indeed: it is your community.
The goal of the speech was to convey community, and with my spin on community given, I tie it further into the particulars of community: knowledge, confidence, communication and, by all means, compassion are only a few of the many avenues of a community.
Knowing what to do, who your friends are, just knowing what to say at whatever instance[s] necessary can build relationships that develop healthily. In due time, knowledge would be gained and knowledge of how to use that gained knowledge would then soon follow. Patience is a virtue, indeed, and it applies to just about everything worth waiting for - nurturing friendships in particular.
Having confidence in yourself and others can contribute to the entire system. Morale boosts come from an obvious change in confidence - from somber to absolutely resolved, people are capable of convincing themselves that anything - even the most unrealistic, irrational beliefs that they've fabricated themselves - can be true with just enough confidence. Confidence is a key ingredient in building one's own social component, and to lead into assisting the construction of a community.
And, from the confidence point, I'd just like to make a side anecdote. As par the regular experiences we've all shared, we grow from infancy into the stages of our lives: toddler, child, adolescent, pubescent, young adult, adult, and elder adult. There's always a progression in our lives, in one way, shape, or form, and there isn't much of anything we can do to change it. Taking the thoughts of life's progression and applying them to practicing something is a bit awry, but it's very similar: practice a sport or use a language or even repeat an action long enough and it will eventually refine itself and become better.
Rehearsals are getting better, I'll admit. And, not just for me, but the entirety of the cast. As we're learning together - albeit at different paces, some of us already with a head start - we've developed as a unit. As a community. And, today in particular displayed our progress. Performance on the second run-though [ after a set of intensive notes that were as definite as they were general ] proved to be a great improvement. And, as par custom, we were all loving one another as we normally would.
It was just today, knowing that the show's in about a week's time and knowing that we're excited to perform, our confidence amplified just about everything. That is, once we had it together. A surprise came to me when people did commendably so, and then the comments flowed my way as well. One individual, in particular, commented on my own performance, which apparently impressed him. The infamous Nicholas Siccone apparently couldn't stop smiling during my piece [ which was a drastic change, I'd presume ], and while I coolly didn't stumble for words in response, I'm certain it was more than apparent that he's like to be the most capable of the lot of us.
Swoon, swoon. Remember Samantha? First days of rehearsal, we all would mew in awe of the voices. Oh, the impressive and remarkable voices. Nick's was no different, and while I revered his skill - even as he may dismiss such appraisals - I wouldn't imagine the day when he commended my own. Not because he seemed to be condescending - not in the least. But... Y'know. It's just one of those things you don't think about.
And, with that feedback, I've a better understanding of my own self. Communication between myself and other members of the cast have made things much better, socially and performance-wise. I don't know how others consider their friendships to resolve, but mine do not: I would imagine that a friendship lasts as long as individuals consider themselves friends, so if you and I are friends - undefined by your status on any sort of social networking system to brandish and showcase who are in my keep - we will be friends until you or I have any discretion or issue with the notion.
And, knowing me, I won't have any issues with you.
And, knowing me, I won't let there be any issues for you to have with me.
It is not necessary to change yourself, to mold yourself to others and their fickle demands or pleasantries. However, do embrace who people like you for - the things you do, the things you say. Share what you have in your mind and your soul to better the community as a whole. Sharing is a portrayal of your commitment to compassion, the last point I'm going to discuss.
With all aspects of compassion in mind, it is good to keep a community healthy. When individuals are capable of relying on one another without a fright gripping at their hearts, a lot more is capable of being done. Why get offended by something when it was not intended to be directed towards anyone in any kind of negative manner? Why consider yourself lesser than other individuals entirely when you're just as remarkable as they are, only separated by the path effort and hard work they've already trudged, or need help, along?
Do you consider your circle of friends at school a community? What do you do within your community? Are they actual activities or behaviors of a communion with a feeling that radiates homage. Are you comfortable within your community?
Is there anyway to expand your community to incorporate all of those around you?
If you think of something, don't keep it in your head. Share it with someone and give your feet some purpose.
A friend of mine requested assistance with preparing a speech. I mention this not for the notion that I am a reliable individual - which I will honestly set aside the modesty to validate - but because of the message of his speech. Upon his discretion, I'd be able to disclose to you the particular instance and mentions of his speech, but the ultimate goal to deliver is his theme: community.
While his term of "community" may stem off in a different regard, his outline definitely did well explaining and relating the word "community" to its audience. At least, I would believe it should. Just for a clear and concise picture, however, dictionary.com defines "community" as:
1.
a social group of any size whose members reside
in a specific locality, share government, and often
That is the "by the book" and straight-edged answer. What we've come to associate with the word is a bit more of the social aspect more so than the limitations and liberties of the people and their environment. Community, to me, is a unit coming together. Friends, strangers - all of the likes within one area. They also share a mutual interest, a mutual goal, that they collectively attempt to fulfill to the best of their interests. Absurd, it'd seem, if one were to say that a community were a lump of beings that constantly struggled against one another for the purpose of destroying the entirety's evident coexistence.have a common cultural and historical heritage.
By nature, things are to repel and things are to attract. It is in this truth that we find particular things that we like, and things we do not. Our concept of other people are no different. However, it is because of what they do and, in particular, how they act most oft than not that determines whether they fall into our favor or not. And, ultimately, our friends are individuals who bring pleasure to us, via their mere presence and actions - hence, the significance of the word "friend".
It is important to keep an open mind of those around you. Society has been highlighting particular things that appease many or upset many. Unfortunately, only particular groups are being focused upon, instead of the entirety as a whole. Surely, it is sensible to work from the bottom to the top in essence of fortitude and support and what have you, but it is the largest notion - and no pun intended - to not forget about the bigger picture. With that being said, perspectives expanded, let us return to community.
What is it you picture when you think of community? Disregarding all the distractions that may pop up in your head, what words in particular define a community to you? Do the words fit an ambient and comfortable setting? Family, friends - familiar faces from front forthward, community assures us that it's a nice neighborhood, assures us that we're comfortable and safe - assures us that we're where we belong.
The company you keep should do that for you - assure you that you are where you belong, of course. It's important for you to feel more than welcomed and such, as there is no feeling in the world like the pride and contentment in being needed. And wanted. Not yearned for, and not depended upon, but out of the simple field of a friendship that keeps you on someone's mind at some point of the day. Your friends find you, they talk to you, you enjoy it, do you not? And, even if you should have some kind of discretion that leads to upsets and disappointments, the ground is there for you to pick up your pieces off of.
I hope that imagery settles: when you both are involved in the shattering, you both fall to the ground, and you both need to pick yourselves - and one another, hopefully - to piece yourselves together once again.
Friendships are as fragile as we make them. Strong bonds mean stronger friendships with less restrictions and greater flexibility. The reason why individuals can have best friends across a nation or on the other side of the world and still consider them the closest they've ever encountered, respectively, is due to their confiding in one another. The trust and bonding that they maintain. Friendship is an easy thing to start and have - a good friendship needs a little maintenance work.
And, with enough friendships, your bridges will eventually lead into areas where you already have other bridges - connections. And, by association, you will learn that the world you know is not as big as the world you think of, and that it is a small world indeed: it is your community.
The goal of the speech was to convey community, and with my spin on community given, I tie it further into the particulars of community: knowledge, confidence, communication and, by all means, compassion are only a few of the many avenues of a community.
Knowing what to do, who your friends are, just knowing what to say at whatever instance[s] necessary can build relationships that develop healthily. In due time, knowledge would be gained and knowledge of how to use that gained knowledge would then soon follow. Patience is a virtue, indeed, and it applies to just about everything worth waiting for - nurturing friendships in particular.
Having confidence in yourself and others can contribute to the entire system. Morale boosts come from an obvious change in confidence - from somber to absolutely resolved, people are capable of convincing themselves that anything - even the most unrealistic, irrational beliefs that they've fabricated themselves - can be true with just enough confidence. Confidence is a key ingredient in building one's own social component, and to lead into assisting the construction of a community.
And, from the confidence point, I'd just like to make a side anecdote. As par the regular experiences we've all shared, we grow from infancy into the stages of our lives: toddler, child, adolescent, pubescent, young adult, adult, and elder adult. There's always a progression in our lives, in one way, shape, or form, and there isn't much of anything we can do to change it. Taking the thoughts of life's progression and applying them to practicing something is a bit awry, but it's very similar: practice a sport or use a language or even repeat an action long enough and it will eventually refine itself and become better.
Rehearsals are getting better, I'll admit. And, not just for me, but the entirety of the cast. As we're learning together - albeit at different paces, some of us already with a head start - we've developed as a unit. As a community. And, today in particular displayed our progress. Performance on the second run-though [ after a set of intensive notes that were as definite as they were general ] proved to be a great improvement. And, as par custom, we were all loving one another as we normally would.
It was just today, knowing that the show's in about a week's time and knowing that we're excited to perform, our confidence amplified just about everything. That is, once we had it together. A surprise came to me when people did commendably so, and then the comments flowed my way as well. One individual, in particular, commented on my own performance, which apparently impressed him. The infamous Nicholas Siccone apparently couldn't stop smiling during my piece [ which was a drastic change, I'd presume ], and while I coolly didn't stumble for words in response, I'm certain it was more than apparent that he's like to be the most capable of the lot of us.
Swoon, swoon. Remember Samantha? First days of rehearsal, we all would mew in awe of the voices. Oh, the impressive and remarkable voices. Nick's was no different, and while I revered his skill - even as he may dismiss such appraisals - I wouldn't imagine the day when he commended my own. Not because he seemed to be condescending - not in the least. But... Y'know. It's just one of those things you don't think about.
And, with that feedback, I've a better understanding of my own self. Communication between myself and other members of the cast have made things much better, socially and performance-wise. I don't know how others consider their friendships to resolve, but mine do not: I would imagine that a friendship lasts as long as individuals consider themselves friends, so if you and I are friends - undefined by your status on any sort of social networking system to brandish and showcase who are in my keep - we will be friends until you or I have any discretion or issue with the notion.
And, knowing me, I won't have any issues with you.
And, knowing me, I won't let there be any issues for you to have with me.
It is not necessary to change yourself, to mold yourself to others and their fickle demands or pleasantries. However, do embrace who people like you for - the things you do, the things you say. Share what you have in your mind and your soul to better the community as a whole. Sharing is a portrayal of your commitment to compassion, the last point I'm going to discuss.
With all aspects of compassion in mind, it is good to keep a community healthy. When individuals are capable of relying on one another without a fright gripping at their hearts, a lot more is capable of being done. Why get offended by something when it was not intended to be directed towards anyone in any kind of negative manner? Why consider yourself lesser than other individuals entirely when you're just as remarkable as they are, only separated by the path effort and hard work they've already trudged, or need help, along?
Do you consider your circle of friends at school a community? What do you do within your community? Are they actual activities or behaviors of a communion with a feeling that radiates homage. Are you comfortable within your community?
Is there anyway to expand your community to incorporate all of those around you?
If you think of something, don't keep it in your head. Share it with someone and give your feet some purpose.
"Ora na azu nwa."
"Se requiere de todo un pueblo para criar a un niño."
"يقتضي وجود قرية كاملة لتربية طفل."
"它需要整個村莊養育一個孩子。"
"Quaerit puer totum pagum movere."
"It takes a village to raise a child."
- African Proverb
<3 ~ Monty
=]
Friday, November 4, 2011
W E . D O N ` T . F I G H T . . . { fair // && with - SMILES - on our faces } ~ !
Why, hello there!
Things have been moving at a notably fast pace as of late. A lot going on and finally making themselves known - it's par custom when our lives find one of their instances to trip us up, to test us on how strong we actually are.
To check and see if we're paying any attention.
Of course, this is all in perspective - it depends on what your outlook on life is, for starters. And, naturally, how it is you approach your challenges. This inquisition of sorts could go on endlessly, concluding here with what exactly you see your challenges as proving the point - but we won't make this a lump of paradoxes.
It may be a little random, but have you watched television lately? In particular, the news. For some reason, it hurts my heart now that I hear of all the terrible things that happen in the world. Obviously, we're never going to be able to isolate ourselves from any degree of suffering, but it truly is unfortunate for those who have to experience such things - and then for the rest of the world to have to hear their moans of agony. Tears of sorrow are potentially a much potent infliction on one's conscious than anything else, I believe.
And those are possibly the last thing we want to experience, let alone see someone we know - or someone we don't at all - have to live through an experience that caused some form of mental disturbance and trauma. I don't really know where I'm going with that, to be honest, but I thought I'd share my input on that - sympathy and pity doled out in the forms of outstretched arms, let us hold a regard of compassion for everyone's troubles when we hear them.
You'd love it if someone were there for you to actually speak to when something was bothering you, would you not?
It's strange: I don't usually consider Fall Out Boy a band I would listen to brighten up a room. However, it is undeniable that Patrick Stump's distinguishable voice is very bright and lively. Furthermore, their songs hold dual-pronged definitions, I've thought. They have their own reason for writing the song and then portray it as something their listeners can understand and relate to. Of course, this is likely common practice in the musical world, but Fall Out Boy's song titles, in particular, oft stick out like a sore thumb.
"The Take Over, The Break's Over" is from their album Folie A Deux. It's actually a rather ironic song - the lyrics are pretty brutal, but the music itself is invigorating, in a way.
There's a lot I want to talk about tonight. I don't know how to exactly form the thoughts into worthy topics of explanation, but I suppose I have no other option but to continue on, now do I? Haha.
Smiling! Ah~ That's a fan-favorite. And, apparently, it's my forte. Seeing me without a smile is an awry indicator, and people seem to instantly discern that something is out of the ordinary. And, whenever I've a less-than-great start to the day, someone seems to notice. Or, on the off chance, someone just knows, out of all the great friends that I have. And, for this, I am absolutely grateful.
I don't even know. Bubbly personas seem to be a constant in my friends. Most notably, one of my friends who, upon his consent, I'll mention for a brief moment. A very inspiring individual, Joseph Mascolo is indeed. He's an unrivaled runner in our school and has been on the rise in his high school career. I suppose you could say his childish smile and laugh catch onto a lot of people - it's a contagious geniality that just about everyone enjoys. I can easily presume that he holds everyone in high regards, and with his peaceful disposition, I can only aim to be as great a person as he.
Today, after a rather eventful and entertaining rehearsal, I was on the bus. Normally, when I'm in the presence of others, I don't care to bother them with my personal calls. Joey, however, is certainly one of the best people I know - and what did he call me for, you might ask? Well, if I made mention of the talent show a few weeks ago and you've read that entry, you would recall that Erik and I performed Andy Grammer's "Keep Your Head Up."
The song apparently came on the radio, and the first thing that popped up in Joey's head, he told me, was me - because that was the song I had performed at the Talent Show. He gave me a very assuring conversation, and having already comforted me when I was having a rough day earlier in the week, it just made me think to proclaim how amazing of an individual he is.
Joey, I love you. You're the best.
And, speaking of great friends of mine, Samantha requested that I make mention of her as well! So, everyone say hello to Sammy! We all love you!
So, I suppose that's what I'll run off for right now. The roads you pave unintentionally or with full-on intent can possibly retain an aspect of dual-traverse. I didn't intend for people to have it embedded in their minds from that day on, but I hope they would get the message. And, of all people to tell me this, at such an unprecedented time, I'd think it only fair to confide in my friends more so than I ever have before. I've made the amends that I've wanted and needed, and I think behaving in the manner which I profess is not only a simple task, but also a tacit and implied one.
Of course, we all slip up from time to time. I'm making my room for error now room for improvement, however - I expect you to do the same.
As the year narrows down to the remaining two months, recall what your New Year's Resolution for this year was. If you actually can recount what you told yourself would be different about this particular year, kudos to you, because it is possible that many others do not. We can pinpoint another meaningless and empty promise to ourselves for next year, or we can try to clean up the end of this year and start the New Year fresh and in the right direction.
It's as generic as it gets, simply to apply to everything. Your friends are your friends for a reason. If you ever question the relationship value between you and your friends, you need to speak with them and patch up any holes, because I can tell you right now that you will need someone to talk to about something in the long run, and those friends who are actually your friends will be by your side as you are theirs - promising and unfaltering.
"Honestly is the best policy." In any regard, it can be considered true; there may be an instance where it brings out a bad result of sorts, but there's to be some kind of reward for multiple persons in the end. And, at the end of the day, all that really matters is how well you've done and how you feel. So, hopefully, you can take your responsibilities in stride and wade through the waters - set at any pace and trudging through, be it at your ankles or at your shoulders - to make a difference.
Making a difference always counts.
<3 ~ Monty
=]
Things have been moving at a notably fast pace as of late. A lot going on and finally making themselves known - it's par custom when our lives find one of their instances to trip us up, to test us on how strong we actually are.
To check and see if we're paying any attention.
Of course, this is all in perspective - it depends on what your outlook on life is, for starters. And, naturally, how it is you approach your challenges. This inquisition of sorts could go on endlessly, concluding here with what exactly you see your challenges as proving the point - but we won't make this a lump of paradoxes.
It may be a little random, but have you watched television lately? In particular, the news. For some reason, it hurts my heart now that I hear of all the terrible things that happen in the world. Obviously, we're never going to be able to isolate ourselves from any degree of suffering, but it truly is unfortunate for those who have to experience such things - and then for the rest of the world to have to hear their moans of agony. Tears of sorrow are potentially a much potent infliction on one's conscious than anything else, I believe.
And those are possibly the last thing we want to experience, let alone see someone we know - or someone we don't at all - have to live through an experience that caused some form of mental disturbance and trauma. I don't really know where I'm going with that, to be honest, but I thought I'd share my input on that - sympathy and pity doled out in the forms of outstretched arms, let us hold a regard of compassion for everyone's troubles when we hear them.
You'd love it if someone were there for you to actually speak to when something was bothering you, would you not?
It's strange: I don't usually consider Fall Out Boy a band I would listen to brighten up a room. However, it is undeniable that Patrick Stump's distinguishable voice is very bright and lively. Furthermore, their songs hold dual-pronged definitions, I've thought. They have their own reason for writing the song and then portray it as something their listeners can understand and relate to. Of course, this is likely common practice in the musical world, but Fall Out Boy's song titles, in particular, oft stick out like a sore thumb.
"The Take Over, The Break's Over" is from their album Folie A Deux. It's actually a rather ironic song - the lyrics are pretty brutal, but the music itself is invigorating, in a way.
There's a lot I want to talk about tonight. I don't know how to exactly form the thoughts into worthy topics of explanation, but I suppose I have no other option but to continue on, now do I? Haha.
Smiling! Ah~ That's a fan-favorite. And, apparently, it's my forte. Seeing me without a smile is an awry indicator, and people seem to instantly discern that something is out of the ordinary. And, whenever I've a less-than-great start to the day, someone seems to notice. Or, on the off chance, someone just knows, out of all the great friends that I have. And, for this, I am absolutely grateful.
I don't even know. Bubbly personas seem to be a constant in my friends. Most notably, one of my friends who, upon his consent, I'll mention for a brief moment. A very inspiring individual, Joseph Mascolo is indeed. He's an unrivaled runner in our school and has been on the rise in his high school career. I suppose you could say his childish smile and laugh catch onto a lot of people - it's a contagious geniality that just about everyone enjoys. I can easily presume that he holds everyone in high regards, and with his peaceful disposition, I can only aim to be as great a person as he.
Today, after a rather eventful and entertaining rehearsal, I was on the bus. Normally, when I'm in the presence of others, I don't care to bother them with my personal calls. Joey, however, is certainly one of the best people I know - and what did he call me for, you might ask? Well, if I made mention of the talent show a few weeks ago and you've read that entry, you would recall that Erik and I performed Andy Grammer's "Keep Your Head Up."
The song apparently came on the radio, and the first thing that popped up in Joey's head, he told me, was me - because that was the song I had performed at the Talent Show. He gave me a very assuring conversation, and having already comforted me when I was having a rough day earlier in the week, it just made me think to proclaim how amazing of an individual he is.
Joey, I love you. You're the best.
And, speaking of great friends of mine, Samantha requested that I make mention of her as well! So, everyone say hello to Sammy! We all love you!
So, I suppose that's what I'll run off for right now. The roads you pave unintentionally or with full-on intent can possibly retain an aspect of dual-traverse. I didn't intend for people to have it embedded in their minds from that day on, but I hope they would get the message. And, of all people to tell me this, at such an unprecedented time, I'd think it only fair to confide in my friends more so than I ever have before. I've made the amends that I've wanted and needed, and I think behaving in the manner which I profess is not only a simple task, but also a tacit and implied one.
Of course, we all slip up from time to time. I'm making my room for error now room for improvement, however - I expect you to do the same.
As the year narrows down to the remaining two months, recall what your New Year's Resolution for this year was. If you actually can recount what you told yourself would be different about this particular year, kudos to you, because it is possible that many others do not. We can pinpoint another meaningless and empty promise to ourselves for next year, or we can try to clean up the end of this year and start the New Year fresh and in the right direction.
It's as generic as it gets, simply to apply to everything. Your friends are your friends for a reason. If you ever question the relationship value between you and your friends, you need to speak with them and patch up any holes, because I can tell you right now that you will need someone to talk to about something in the long run, and those friends who are actually your friends will be by your side as you are theirs - promising and unfaltering.
"Honestly is the best policy." In any regard, it can be considered true; there may be an instance where it brings out a bad result of sorts, but there's to be some kind of reward for multiple persons in the end. And, at the end of the day, all that really matters is how well you've done and how you feel. So, hopefully, you can take your responsibilities in stride and wade through the waters - set at any pace and trudging through, be it at your ankles or at your shoulders - to make a difference.
Making a difference always counts.
<3 ~ Monty
=]
Tuesday, November 1, 2011
[ ///[ //[ DON'T let anyone { wake me } . . . ~ i`m dreamin` out loud ; ] ] ]
Insight is always a good characteristic to hold, in any regard even. Being capable of deciphering your environment and comprehending things to a degree applicable can sometimes prove more useful than not, especially when you are your only reliant. It's a strange thought, musing the fact that the only person enabling or restricting you is you. I've said this once before, I am certain, so I need not to revisit this, but this was the first thought when I started rapping away at these tired and abused keys. As soon as I found my song for the duration of this entry, I listened to it once over and thought.
Surely, I can safely assume you've all, at the very least, have heard of One Republic. I am very much in love with their music, and I revere Ryan Tedder [ the lead singer ]'s vocal capabilities. He has proved himself impressively in more than one field of music, and even with his multiple focuses, being able to perform such passionate and evoking music - it's a skill I'm sure every musician would love to have. Well, the reason I mention One Republic is, as you might have presumed, because their song "Dreaming Out Loud" is on repeat for this lovely Tuesday eve.
Give it a listen through and then think about it. If you don't get a message right away, it's fine. It's not always going to be the first time we understand something.
So, Tuesday. November 1st! I hope you all enjoyed your weekend. Mine was relatively entertaining, and I'm certain my sharing will entertain you better than it did me.
Friday was the school Halloween dance. Subjective to multiple opinions, it turned out to be an overall disappointment; however, I was a penguin.
Yes. A penguin. [ Proof for Tapioca ]
And the best penguin there, if I might add. I think I might have expended a week's worth of energy [ countered with the candy that I would consume Monday night into Tuesday, but I digress ] from running around the space. Dancing was never a strong point of mine, but I did have a great time seeing familiar faces and great costumes. Of the many that were there, I saw a few teachers [ two of whom asked me to instruct them on the ways to perform a particular, trending dance move, which I did adequately, I'll admit ] - and one of them I did not even recognize. When I saw who it was, I exclaimed and nearly collapsed on the ground in laughter.
Hopefully, if they see this, they will not take that in any negative and insulting connotation possible. I mean, an artificial afro, lens-less glasses, and some gold accessories is enough to completely fool me, apparently. So, after running around for approximately three and half hours with [ and oft into ] my collection of new friends [ before the dance I hung out with a friend and a couple of new friends ], I headed home. But, obviously, not before sliding on the ground twice [ because I was a penguin ], doling out high-fives like there was no tomorrow, and running around the venue more times than I could count on my rather non-dexterous flippers.
It was a night well enjoyed, if I do say so myself.
Saturday morning was a bit less pleasing, though, even more satisfying, for it was a Bridges Run. The second of the year, for those who are unaware of what a Bridges Run entails, I'll shortly describe it here:
Now, this particular run was probably one of the roughest we've had in the years I've participated.
But don't quote me on that.
It rained in the morning. Nothing major. Then, as I arrived at school, I looked out the window and found that it had started snowing! What a surprise [ even though it had been predicted ]. And what a menace this snow would prove to become. It chased after us as we made our way to our destination. Out we went, ill-prepared for what was to come ourselves, but relentless, none the less. It was very cold, I'll admit, and it wasn't the easiest task to cater to each and every person, but we did as best we could and got them back inside as quickly as possible for both their sake and ours.
It was a reminder to us of how fortunate we were to be in a position where, not only were we better off, but we were capable of using our position to help others. Extend a hand downwards to pull them to our level.
What good would pushing others down do you if you were going to be right in the same spot by the end of the day?
On the way back from Bridges, we did our routine respects. To our loyal and magnificent driver, Rudy, to our guest chaperone, to the boys on the bus, and finally to Mrs. Marshall.
I can honestly say that this is one of the things I'm going to miss about high school - my high school, in particular.
I suppose it's true what they say - that high school shapes who you are. It's not only the environment, nor is it only the people within, both those who you associate with and those who you avoid to be involved with, but it's the search for your identification. It's the truths that you look for solidification of your life. The truths you want to root yourself in and build off of.
Saturday was rather entertaining, especially after Bridges, because I spent it with a good pal of mine. And with his permission, I introduce the lot of you to the soon-to-be-famous Alexander Quow. He is too much to explain in one sitting, I'll tell you, so I'll just proceed to our times of fun. As he likes to say, "it's always fun when I got the bag of fun - fun like a bug in a rug." And, usually, the "bag of fun" entails an evening of playing video games to our best interest and entertainment.
And every time, it's the best.
All the while, the state in which I live was in a State of Emergency. Even then, we went down and jeered at the television which had the local news on - the station's broadcasters were fumbling about and making comical errors. Of course, the sensitive thoughts of those who were out in these harsh conditions never escaped us. A smile came to me as I heard Alex say, "Man, this day was great - first Bridges and now this: you just made this day a whole lot better."
And I couldn't help but laugh as he proceeded to receive multiple backhands from a particular boss in a game he was, at the time, determined to defeat.
But, I digress - the point there was not that I had done a thing to amplify anyone's day, but that he was enjoying it with the company he pleased. First friends from the Bridges run and then in the comfort of his own home, I could easily say that Alex had fun, even though I was doing the same things he was. Redundancy, let us not fall into a cycle of proving a point that's already been established.
So, as it turned out, the snowstorm - a bit preemptive and premature all the same - did its damage. A friend of mine, the lovely Julia Cicchino - one of the first faces that greeted me upon my arrival at my audition for the musical I'm currently in and now a very close friend of mine - contacted me the next morn to check up on me. Admittedly, I didn't even think to check up on every one else! I didn't even know how intense the storm apparently was, because all my neighborhood received was snowfall, thankfully enough. But, as I went through my contacts and messaged everyone, I found that they each had their share of stories to tell.
And I paid attention to each of them.
I'm fortunate to find that none of them were harmed, nor are any of their homes suffering any repercussions, but I hope that things return to normal soon for those who were inflicted. What followed Sunday was nothing short of a surprise - Halloween; yet, the snow on the ground was a fairly strange addition. Evidently, as a penguin, I had to venture out with my brother that great night and go door-to-door, smiling and thanking the people who had incessantly been braving the chilly winds of the night.
Such courageous people.
All went well, and I heard no stories of foul play from last night. I even got to meet the new neighbors who had moved in about a month ago. They're nice people, and they liked the penguin costume [ which I've failed to mention was a lend from a fellow student of mine ] and that instantly knocked them up a few pegs on my list. Of course, anyone who loves the penguin is loved by the penguin - common sense.
Haha. So, Tuesday. I've missed a day of school due to power outages and other students being unable to make it to school. I spent my day, rapping away at this keyboard as I am now. For those of you who unaware of November first's significance to particular writers, let me inform you - it is NaNoWriMo. Ah, yes, NaNoWriMo. What is NaNoWriMo? Well, it's simple, really.
Consider it a bit of a challenge to writers: write fifty-thousand words within the month of November, forming a story in novel-form. It happens every November, and there are communities and connections available for those who wish to pursue writing as both a hobby and career; even designated persons who are legitimately certified within the field to aid and spur along those who need the motivation. It's a very interesting personal challenge. In fact, I'd consider it a milestone, a testament to how far I've come as a writer.
And, of course, as a person. As the human mind is forever developing, I wondered what I should write about. And, soon enough, after dancing over my options, I chose a particular one, and will be sharing it with the lot of you at the end of the month, should you prove to be interested. Alas, when I sat in my chair [ or laid on my bed, I cannot actually recall where I was when I stumbled over this ] I found that a friend had shared yet another silly thing in my News Feed. Of course, I took the liberty of actually looking at it this time around - solely because it was a smiley face.
Yes, smiley faces make me smile and therefore I flock to them.
Upon inspection, I found that it was a bit of a challenge. And an interesting one at that. The smiley face consisted of many letters that gave it its form, and, at the top, were the instructions: "The first four words you see describe you."
And this Sarah "Sassdizzle" Davis is a complete stranger. I contacted her before I started this entry, and hopefully she doesn't mind my highlighting her image from her "Mobile Uploads". Also, I request that you don't invade her personal privacy, despite the liberties Facebook grants, without her consent.
So, yeah. Check it out. Pluck out the first four you see and scribble them down. Think about each of them and how accurate [ or inaccurate ] they may be. Most likely, they'll be spot on and you'll smile because of it. Don't discredit yourself either, because you were the one who found it and... I suppose you can consider it... a compliment...
And, so, I leave you on this Tuesday evening, hoping to see you again on Friday. Enjoy your week, and thanks for reading!
Oh, and the four I got?
Peaceful, reserved, lovely, and loyal.
<3 ~ Monty
=]
Surely, I can safely assume you've all, at the very least, have heard of One Republic. I am very much in love with their music, and I revere Ryan Tedder [ the lead singer ]'s vocal capabilities. He has proved himself impressively in more than one field of music, and even with his multiple focuses, being able to perform such passionate and evoking music - it's a skill I'm sure every musician would love to have. Well, the reason I mention One Republic is, as you might have presumed, because their song "Dreaming Out Loud" is on repeat for this lovely Tuesday eve.
Give it a listen through and then think about it. If you don't get a message right away, it's fine. It's not always going to be the first time we understand something.
So, Tuesday. November 1st! I hope you all enjoyed your weekend. Mine was relatively entertaining, and I'm certain my sharing will entertain you better than it did me.
Friday was the school Halloween dance. Subjective to multiple opinions, it turned out to be an overall disappointment; however, I was a penguin.
Yes. A penguin. [ Proof for Tapioca ]
And the best penguin there, if I might add. I think I might have expended a week's worth of energy [ countered with the candy that I would consume Monday night into Tuesday, but I digress ] from running around the space. Dancing was never a strong point of mine, but I did have a great time seeing familiar faces and great costumes. Of the many that were there, I saw a few teachers [ two of whom asked me to instruct them on the ways to perform a particular, trending dance move, which I did adequately, I'll admit ] - and one of them I did not even recognize. When I saw who it was, I exclaimed and nearly collapsed on the ground in laughter.
Hopefully, if they see this, they will not take that in any negative and insulting connotation possible. I mean, an artificial afro, lens-less glasses, and some gold accessories is enough to completely fool me, apparently. So, after running around for approximately three and half hours with [ and oft into ] my collection of new friends [ before the dance I hung out with a friend and a couple of new friends ], I headed home. But, obviously, not before sliding on the ground twice [ because I was a penguin ], doling out high-fives like there was no tomorrow, and running around the venue more times than I could count on my rather non-dexterous flippers.
It was a night well enjoyed, if I do say so myself.
Saturday morning was a bit less pleasing, though, even more satisfying, for it was a Bridges Run. The second of the year, for those who are unaware of what a Bridges Run entails, I'll shortly describe it here:
Bridges is a non-profit charity organization. Their efforts to support the homeless come in more ways than one and their participants are possibly the best batch of individuals I've met in my life. For as long as I'm aware of, Mrs. Catherine Marshall [ using her name without her consent, but I'm sure she won't mind because she is possibly one of the best people in the world, unrivaled ] has been administering the Bridges Runs, along with the participation of the Soup Kitchen [ S.H.I.P. - Summit Helping Its People ]. On these runs, clothing, donated from families, and lunches, consisting of sandwiches made by the students in my school they day of or prior to a run along with other things to fill them up and get those who need it by, are given out to people who arrive at these runs. I can honestly say that, every time we're on that bus, no matter who the mix of people are, we leave our troubles behind and cater to whatever it is they come to us for. We're on the streets with them, some designated to do different jobs, but communicating with them all the while nonetheless. I made an entry on it before, but this is just for clarification purposes.
Now, this particular run was probably one of the roughest we've had in the years I've participated.
But don't quote me on that.
It rained in the morning. Nothing major. Then, as I arrived at school, I looked out the window and found that it had started snowing! What a surprise [ even though it had been predicted ]. And what a menace this snow would prove to become. It chased after us as we made our way to our destination. Out we went, ill-prepared for what was to come ourselves, but relentless, none the less. It was very cold, I'll admit, and it wasn't the easiest task to cater to each and every person, but we did as best we could and got them back inside as quickly as possible for both their sake and ours.
It was a reminder to us of how fortunate we were to be in a position where, not only were we better off, but we were capable of using our position to help others. Extend a hand downwards to pull them to our level.
What good would pushing others down do you if you were going to be right in the same spot by the end of the day?
On the way back from Bridges, we did our routine respects. To our loyal and magnificent driver, Rudy, to our guest chaperone, to the boys on the bus, and finally to Mrs. Marshall.
I can honestly say that this is one of the things I'm going to miss about high school - my high school, in particular.
I suppose it's true what they say - that high school shapes who you are. It's not only the environment, nor is it only the people within, both those who you associate with and those who you avoid to be involved with, but it's the search for your identification. It's the truths that you look for solidification of your life. The truths you want to root yourself in and build off of.
Saturday was rather entertaining, especially after Bridges, because I spent it with a good pal of mine. And with his permission, I introduce the lot of you to the soon-to-be-famous Alexander Quow. He is too much to explain in one sitting, I'll tell you, so I'll just proceed to our times of fun. As he likes to say, "it's always fun when I got the bag of fun - fun like a bug in a rug." And, usually, the "bag of fun" entails an evening of playing video games to our best interest and entertainment.
And every time, it's the best.
All the while, the state in which I live was in a State of Emergency. Even then, we went down and jeered at the television which had the local news on - the station's broadcasters were fumbling about and making comical errors. Of course, the sensitive thoughts of those who were out in these harsh conditions never escaped us. A smile came to me as I heard Alex say, "Man, this day was great - first Bridges and now this: you just made this day a whole lot better."
And I couldn't help but laugh as he proceeded to receive multiple backhands from a particular boss in a game he was, at the time, determined to defeat.
But, I digress - the point there was not that I had done a thing to amplify anyone's day, but that he was enjoying it with the company he pleased. First friends from the Bridges run and then in the comfort of his own home, I could easily say that Alex had fun, even though I was doing the same things he was. Redundancy, let us not fall into a cycle of proving a point that's already been established.
So, as it turned out, the snowstorm - a bit preemptive and premature all the same - did its damage. A friend of mine, the lovely Julia Cicchino - one of the first faces that greeted me upon my arrival at my audition for the musical I'm currently in and now a very close friend of mine - contacted me the next morn to check up on me. Admittedly, I didn't even think to check up on every one else! I didn't even know how intense the storm apparently was, because all my neighborhood received was snowfall, thankfully enough. But, as I went through my contacts and messaged everyone, I found that they each had their share of stories to tell.
And I paid attention to each of them.
I'm fortunate to find that none of them were harmed, nor are any of their homes suffering any repercussions, but I hope that things return to normal soon for those who were inflicted. What followed Sunday was nothing short of a surprise - Halloween; yet, the snow on the ground was a fairly strange addition. Evidently, as a penguin, I had to venture out with my brother that great night and go door-to-door, smiling and thanking the people who had incessantly been braving the chilly winds of the night.
Such courageous people.
All went well, and I heard no stories of foul play from last night. I even got to meet the new neighbors who had moved in about a month ago. They're nice people, and they liked the penguin costume [ which I've failed to mention was a lend from a fellow student of mine ] and that instantly knocked them up a few pegs on my list. Of course, anyone who loves the penguin is loved by the penguin - common sense.
Haha. So, Tuesday. I've missed a day of school due to power outages and other students being unable to make it to school. I spent my day, rapping away at this keyboard as I am now. For those of you who unaware of November first's significance to particular writers, let me inform you - it is NaNoWriMo. Ah, yes, NaNoWriMo. What is NaNoWriMo? Well, it's simple, really.
Consider it a bit of a challenge to writers: write fifty-thousand words within the month of November, forming a story in novel-form. It happens every November, and there are communities and connections available for those who wish to pursue writing as both a hobby and career; even designated persons who are legitimately certified within the field to aid and spur along those who need the motivation. It's a very interesting personal challenge. In fact, I'd consider it a milestone, a testament to how far I've come as a writer.
And, of course, as a person. As the human mind is forever developing, I wondered what I should write about. And, soon enough, after dancing over my options, I chose a particular one, and will be sharing it with the lot of you at the end of the month, should you prove to be interested. Alas, when I sat in my chair [ or laid on my bed, I cannot actually recall where I was when I stumbled over this ] I found that a friend had shared yet another silly thing in my News Feed. Of course, I took the liberty of actually looking at it this time around - solely because it was a smiley face.
Yes, smiley faces make me smile and therefore I flock to them.
Upon inspection, I found that it was a bit of a challenge. And an interesting one at that. The smiley face consisted of many letters that gave it its form, and, at the top, were the instructions: "The first four words you see describe you."
And this Sarah "Sassdizzle" Davis is a complete stranger. I contacted her before I started this entry, and hopefully she doesn't mind my highlighting her image from her "Mobile Uploads". Also, I request that you don't invade her personal privacy, despite the liberties Facebook grants, without her consent.
So, yeah. Check it out. Pluck out the first four you see and scribble them down. Think about each of them and how accurate [ or inaccurate ] they may be. Most likely, they'll be spot on and you'll smile because of it. Don't discredit yourself either, because you were the one who found it and... I suppose you can consider it... a compliment...
From yourself.
And, so, I leave you on this Tuesday evening, hoping to see you again on Friday. Enjoy your week, and thanks for reading!
Oh, and the four I got?
Peaceful, reserved, lovely, and loyal.
<3 ~ Monty
=]
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