prom dresses and foliage

It wouldn't take a coin toss to chose between Chemistry and Media/Art, but damn it, if I hadn't procrastinated I wouldn't be in this mess. I have to draw a long list of objects with detail and shading. Let me tell you, I am no artis and this is becoming quite a challenge. I've spent all day doing 2 things. Prom dress shopping and drawing. Neither is easy.

Firstly, to those of you guys reading this (you should know who you are) stop and thank God for a moment that your not a female around prom time. Now then, I can get on with my story about this morning. My mother and I walked into a store that my mother's best friend had recomended. I gasped as a number of old women looked up from their racks of floral patterned shirts and tinted skrirts. I gasped and prayed "Please let this be a joke!" An elderly woman came over to my mother and me and asked politly but curiously "May I help you?" My mother did a quick look around, I think almost hoping that Julie would pop out from behind a rack and say "Haha, ya just kidding let's go." But she didn't so my mom said to the woman "Um...we're looking for prom dresses." The woman nodded and brought us to the back of the store where one rack had prom dresses. "Nice." I said a little to sarcastically at my mom as the eager-employee went to assist another lady. "Come on." my mom said trying to smile lifting up a laong gold dress off the rack. "Just try a few on. See this one is nice." My mom held up a purplish dress, whic was accually quite nice. Suddenly the old woman popped up behind us and said "Unfortinutly I don't think it'll fit your daughter. I'm afraid her bust wont fit into that. You see?" My mother and I watched as the woman almost did a pelvic thrust as she said "bust", and turned away to keep from laughing. The woman showed us the dresses that I WOULD be able to fit my breasts into and walked away again. I began to pick at the dresses, they wern't poofy enough. Finally my mother got frustrated and shoved a dress into my arms retorting that I wouldn't be able to look like Scarlett Ohara and pushed me into a dressing room. After trying on dress after dress we finally found something that although isnt what I wanted exactly is still not bad. When I got home I got back into the dress and hummed a few songs from "My fair Lady" and then danced to "Layla" quite a few times.

Then, crawling out of my dress I began to draw folage, batteries, the batmobile, etc. My hand hurts though I've never been more proud of myself in the "drawing department". I smile each time I look at the batmobile. At any rate...

I would like to finish off this post with a special thanx to kayla and her comment on the play and how its "purty". *sigh* touches my heart.

West Side Story brings tears to my eyes

I told you when I first started out that it would be hard for me to keep a blog running. Perhaps it's because of the lack of blog insperation, or maybe it's becuase of the lack of interesting people in my life...lmao...I'm just kidding. I love you all. *muah*

Alright, I suppose I'll go in to detail about the play my drama class put on. West Side Story. God, it was marvelous. The heat of the spotlights, the 100 piece orcastra, the props which brought you into the 1950s themselves and the acting that would even make Scrooge and the Grinch go into a locked embrace with each other...perhaps I'm exagerating a little bit. A few of the light got burnt out before the accual day of production, the sound system was at one point a tape deck with a microphone shoved at one of the speakers full blast, and the props, though our school may seem ghetto, the desks are not from the 1950s, nor do the backgounds have "Maria's Room" or "Bridal Shop" painted in large back letters in reality. The acting/singing may have been slurred by different people's accents and lack of projecting and lack of annuciating, but the acting was accually quite good. I am so proud of everyone! All my classmates! As I manually opened the curtain with my bare hands as the cast as taking a bow, I whipped away a tear. Such a feeling cannot be described by mere words. It's a feeling of a sense of pride, accomplishment and pure...well...love for your friends.

As you can tell I have nothing much to say

Most of you know that my favorite musical is “The Phantom of the Opera”. Lately I’ve downloaded the new movie (yes, I know, I’m a bad girl! A thief!) And downloaded the soundtrack (once again…I’m a thief…). Which, although, isn’t anywhere as good as my dad’s vinyl version, is still good. For those of you who don’t know the plot outline here it is:

We are shown a rehearsal for the opera Hannibal. Monsieur Lefèvre, the retiring manager of the Opera, is showing the new managers, Monsieurs Firmin and André, the great stage. As the prima donna, Carlotta, is singing, a backdrop falls to the floor, nearly killing her. The cry is raised, "It's The Phantom of the Opera!" Upset, Carlotta refuses to sing. Meg Giry, daughter of the ballet mistress, Madame Giry, suggests her friend, Christine Daaé, take Carlotta's place. Christine has been taking lessons from a mysterious new teacher, who has no name. At her triumph in the Opera is Raoul, a nobleman and patron of the Opera. Raoul recognizes Christine as a childhood friend. He comes backstage after the performance to escort her to dinner, but Christine tells him she cannot go, because her teacher, "The Angel of Music," is very strict. When Raoul leaves Christine's room, the Phantom appears. Christine is lured into the bowels of the Opera House, where the Phantom will continue her lessons.He leads her to his underground lair, where she sees a frightening vision of herself in a wedding gown. She faints, only to be awakened several hours later by the Phantom's music on the organ. Creeping up behind him, she rips off his mask. Horrified, he takes her back to the surface. The Phantom has sent notes to both the managers of the Opera, as well as Raoul, Madame Giry and Carlotta, which give instructions that Christine will have the lead in the new opera, Il Muto. The manager's refuse to give in to the Phantom's demands. Il Muto proceeds as planned, with Carlotta in the lead, and Christine in a secondary role. As promised, disaster strikes - the stage hand, Joseph Buquet, is killed, and Carlotta's voice is stolen. In the confusion, Raoul and Christine escape to the roof of the Opera House. There, with all of Paris around them, they pledge their love to one another. They cannot see the Phantom overhearing their vows of love. Enraged at Christine's betrayal, the Phantom causes the final disaster of the night - the mighty chandelier comes crashing to the stage floor. The second act opens at a grand Masquerade Ball, held on the steps of the Paris Opera. No one has heard from the Phantom in six months. Christine and Raoul are engaged, but are keeping it a secret; Christine keeps her engagement ring on a chain around her neck. Suddenly, the Phantom appears, disguised as The Red Death, and delivers to the managers a score from his opera, Don Juan Triumphant. At first, the managers refuse to perform the strange, disturbing opera. Then, with the help of Raoul, they devise a plan to trap the Phantom, using Christine as bait. Plans for Don Juan Triumphant, and the trap, are made. Christine visits the grave of her father. There on the grave stands the Phantom, beckoning her to join him. Raoul appears and takes her away. At last, the opening night of Don Juan Triumphant arrives. The theater is surrounded by guards and police, eager to catch the Phantom. As the opera comes to its end, the Phantom takes the place of Piangi, the lead singer. He confronts Christine on stage during the performance, and escapes with her once more to his labyrinth below the Opera House. In a last confrontation, the Phantom gives Christine a choice: stay with him forever, or he will kill Raoul. Her decision brings to an end the story of The Phantom of the Opera.

Say what you will about the plot outline, but believe me when I say that the music is unbelievable. It’s so dark, but almost inspiring. I love it.
I am presently reading the novel….for the fourth time!

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