It's been one helluva year since I've blogged last. Senior year was intense and scary and I'm so glad it's over. I wouldn't live it over again for anything but I'm glad it happened.
I took 3 AP classes for the first time (I had only taken before) and GOODNESS GRACIOUS it was rough. I was so wrapped up in everything and for the first time I was being stretched as a student. I was so STRESSED. I am a pretty high strung person, and that was fuel to the fire man. I'm that little dog that barks at you for no good reason except it's super pissed.
And if school wasn't enough LET'S ADD FRIEND DRAMA!!!!!
But this isn't just a whining bitchfest. I did meet some people and connected with some friends who were there for me and helped me get through my ridiculous friend drama. And I plan on staying friends with these people for a very long time.
SO. Senior year in a nutshell. Not easy, very stressful, so keep your honest to God good friends near cause Life is gonna hit you right in the face.
When you meet me the first thing you might notice is the way I say certain things. It's cause I'm Southern and sometimes things just pop out that might sound weird. My Colorado friends ask "Can't you just not talk like that and think before you say something?" No. No I can't.
The second thing you might notice is that I have a weird sense of style. I love plaid and rainboots and dresses and cutoff shorts. It's like someone decided to combine a country gal's wardrobe with a classy chick's. Weird stuff.
I'm also pretty sure I'm adopted cause I'm the ONLY person in my family who likes romantic comedies. Like come on guys. I can dig superheroes, but I love rom coms. Go ahead judge me. I don't even care.
I've come to accept the fact that I'm odd. I love who I am, and I hope nothing changes that. I can geek out about the show Wicked and Hunter Hayes in the same conversation, and I think that's cool. I've been struggling a little bit about how I felt about myself, and this post kind of aided that. I'm sorry I haven't been posting ANYTHING but my senior year is coming 'round the corner. It's probably gonna get worst soon. I'm so pumped to be a senior!
Over and out.
Love
C,
Video of the Day:
Super duper cool acapella group.
Shoutout of the Day: A friend who's going through a rough spell that made my day today. You go girl, I'm praying for you.
Hey guys!
So today I'm gonna talk about how stressed I am and how much I hate the world and the fact that whether or not I go to college is based on some numbers. Fun times. I'm so stressed out right now, I could cry. And eat ice cream. I think I'm gonna skip the crying and go straight to the ice cream today. Alrighty? Alrighty.
Oh! And its being all sunshiny today. I appreciate that. Ya know, it is easier to feel pretty in warm weather versus cold weather. 'Cause in cold weather, you gotta bundle up and every morning it's the same decision: be comfortable or be fashionable? And guys can look attractive in sweats and sweatshirts, even some girls can. CAILIN CANNOT DO THIS. Cailin cannot, as they say in Colorado "scrub it" and look fabulous at the same time. In the spring and summertime, you already feel fantastic, so you can always pick being fashionable cause it's not cold out. It's hard living in Colorado, cause I know that as soon as I buy shorts, it will start snowing again.I live in a cruel world.
SO yeah, I sound bipolar...fun times.
Over and out. Love, C
Video of the Day:
You're welcome.
Shoutout of the Day: To all people who don't respond to text messages. When it's been three days since I sent you a text, I imagine scenarios in which something horrible is happening to you and that is why you can't respond. Like being mauled by a grizzly. Yep. I wouldn't text someone back if I was being mauled by a grizzly.
Author's note: This was written satirically to model 'Wife Wanted' a piece read in my English class. This is for humorous intent, I don't have ANY of these expectations, so don't freak out. Thank you.
I am unmarried. I have been unmarried for seventeen years. And I now feel an urge to tie myself down to a male. More specifically, I want a husband.
Now for a male to be considered eligible to court me, he must fufill some requirements. He must be of the same religion I am, taller than me; he must be attractive, but not too attractive lest I feel he is too good for me. He must be able to converse with me in matters I find interesting. He must always smell good. He must be talented musically. He must find Southern accents irresistible. And he will understand that he shouldn't socially interact with other females besides me, while not getting upset when I am accidentally charming to other men.
If he fits all these requirements and a mutual attraction develops, he must ask my father, stepfather, uncle, and any other male that plays some sort of role in my life, if he may court me. He musn't show any nervousness and be excruciatingly respectful.
If all goes well, I imagine we'll date for a couple of years, years full of romantic dinners and multiple exchanges of stuffed animals holding hearts.
When the time comes, I imagine he'll have planned the most spectacular night a girl could have, and he'll propose. We'll get married in a big church with lots of guests and lots and lots of cake; of course I'll be wearing the most beautiful wedding dress money can buy. We will be very happy. For our honeymoon we'll backpack Europe, a dream of mine.
We'll settle down eventually, and have two or three children; he'll sit by my side as I go through more pain than I thought I could bear. He'll go to work as I do laundry, cook for the kids, clean up after the kids, play with the kids, and keep the dog out of the cat's litterbox. I'll kiss every boo-boo and prepare organic food every night.
Our kids will grow up and one by one leave the house. Feeling a lack of purpose, I'll start volunteering more and dressing up the dog. At some point and time our kids will bring home kids, and our hair will start to gray. We'll get to the point where we're doing good if we remember each other's names.
I mean, isn't that what it's all about?
Over and out.
Love, C
Video of the Day:
(This IS what it's all about.)
Shoutout of the Day: Goes to my really awesome mom. She's a sweetheart and I don't know what I'd do without her.
I spent my childhood in a conservative neighborhood. I'm a pastor's kid. I don't get into much trouble.
But one of these days, I'll show them.
That I am a rebel. (cue dramatic music).
What will I do, when I am a rebel?
I'm glad you asked.
First thing on my list is to get this haircut:
I've always wanted a pixxie-ish haircut but was always too scared to try it. When I am a rebel, I will get this haircut. I don't care if boys like girls with long hair. Screw boys.
Secondly, I will get a tattoo.
I've always wanted one, despite having a very low pain tolerance. My uncle's a tattoo artist, and a good one at that, maybe I'll get a discount.
Thirdly, I will get a cat.
Cats are practically the symbols of rebelling and are cute to boot! My cat and I will get along swimmingly and live happily ever after.
I've run out of rebellious ideas.What would you do?
Over and out.
Love, Cailin
Video of the Day:
It has nothing to do with my topic, but I like the song. So yeah.
Shoutout of the Day: Goes to my sophomore girls and guys in Singin' in the Rain! Y'all did a great job, I give ya props.
Home is defined as where one lives permanently. For someone who has moved a lot in her life, I feel like that isn't true for me, cause I haven't lived anywhere permanently. Home is that place that gives you warm fuzzies, the place where you go to when you're upset, the place that is filled of stories about you and what Little You was like. And there are quite a few of those places for me. I mean...let's just walk through that a little.
I lived in four different towns in Arkansas. The one I spent the most time in is Fort Smith, Arkansas. I remember playing soccer at a park there. I remember playing games in a grove. Everytime I visit there, I drive past old schools and old hangout places.
I lived in Virginia Beach, and it grew on me. It was that awk middle school age, but I made two or three really good friends there that I still talk to years later. I would love to just stand on the beach and listen to the seagulls for a while.
Never my home. HATED living there.
Sigh, my last residence. Fell in love with theater and frozen yogurt while living there. I miss it a lot, the food, the people, the weather (compared to here!), and the again the people. I loved going on a walk and running into like five friends. I didn't want to leave Cincinnati.
I wonder what I will write about this place.
Over and out!
Love,
Cailin
Video of the Day:
This song kinda inspired this post.
Shoutout of the Day:
To a friend of mine who is having a rough time. I'm praying for ya. Cailin
Now, that's not the best title, but give me a moment to enlighten you. When I first attended Eaglecrest, it was one of the hardest school relocations I've ever had to go through. At my old school I was at the top of my game socially, rarely felt alone, and I liked it that way. I'm an extrovert and people jazz me up. When I had to move I was sad, but ready to see what this new place would bring me. I wasn't going down without a fight.
Well, let's just say EHS metaphorically broke all my ribs and dislocated my shoulders.
School became a somewhat torturous activity. I walked around school with my head held high, but not feeling the confidence I pretended to have. Why? Nobody cared. Nobody cared about the girl who sat in the corner and waited for everyone to leave so she could eat without feeling self-conscious. Who wilted when people stared at her, when the only person who sat by her was doing it for a psychology experiment. I was desperate, I walked up to people I didn't know, would talk to them, they seem cool. The next day, it was like I had never spoken to them. My presence wasn't acknowledged.
Thankfully, this isn't the end of the story. I eventually made friends and don't worry about the things I did back then. Moral of the story is that if I was in a different place, if I wasn't as stubborn as I was to make friends, something bad might've happened. I might have done something I regretted. I might have given up. And why would that have happened?
Nobody cares. That message is screamed at you through the halls. In the lunchroom. In class.
Is this the message you want to send? Is this what people want to think of the student body when they leave EHS? I'd bet good money that my audience that I'm writing to doesn't want people to think that. Then, make the change. Set a trend. Sit by that girl wearing funky boots and ask her how she's doing.
So, this has nothing to do with Valentine's Day because Valentine's Day is my birthday therefore it can do no wrong. This is just a Cailin's-gonna-rant-and-hope-nobody-sees-this-post-that-I-know. Let us begin.
Once upon a time, I like a person. So I try to act cool, tell myself I don't like him, and remind myself every couple minutes that ninety percent of teen relationships don't work out. He probably likes someone with bigger tits than mine. While this thought process is successful, it's only successful for a short time.
I then decide the best thing to do is hide my feelings and not accept the fact that I like him.
Thusly, I take a metaphorical shovel and dig a great big metaphorical hole and bury all those feelings in the bottom of my heart. And I refuse to let myself fantasize about any sort of 'us.' This is a very effective, if not emotionally draining method. So effective actually, that I don't notice when it quits working. It quits working:
When I blush or try to get said male to laugh.
When I look at facebook pictures and his face is the first one I see.
When encounters with said male are the highlights of my day.
When he smiles and I get these butterflies.
Damn those butterflies.
When I get to the point where I am tired, a tad hormonal, and emotionally kaput, I realize the fact for what it is. That I like this individual. And he probably doesn't like me back.
So I let my heart break and it whithers up and I just sit in a ball wondering why God made people, and why I'm not a hermit. And I vow never to find myself attracted in a romantic fashion to any individual.
I'll let you imagine how effective that is.
Over and out.
Love,
C
Video of the Day:
Warning, I found this song relatable but depressing as all get out. Listen at your own risk.
Shoutout of the Day: To my boys who had a gig I couldn't go to. I'm sorry. One of these days one of us will be filthy rich and will have the means to transport me to see y'all. I love my big brothers.:)
Well for one thing, my dad left. He came into town to celebrate Christmas with us and he had to leave today...
Two, school is starting soon and I have a ton of homework that I haven't even contemplated starting on (consisting of a script, an eight page paper, and a mountain of chemistry homework). Oh the joys of being a major procrastinator.
And with school starting. It makes me think about the fact that I auditioned for Singin' in the Rain and didn't get past callbacks...again. I don't know, maybe I should just, give up on school theater. Maybe I should try and find some guild. Because I LOVE THEATER. It's a major passion of mine, it makes all my bad things dissappear. But, I, didn't get into the musical...that I thought I would be in...not even a big part, just in.
When I saw the cast list, I was just like, OK, move on. I have free time to get a job, we're good. So I applied to be a starbucks barista. I have not heard back from them either.
None of this is a self esteem boost.
So I got crazy.
I bought a guitar. I'd been contemplating buying a guitar for a long time, but I started actively looking and pursuing it. The thing that made my search more difficult than others is the fact that I was looking for a left-handed guitar. I googled models, called up an uncle who knew what he was talking about, and walked into a guitar store to see if they had any left handed guitars I was looking for.
And thanks be to God they had two! I kinda felt like I didn't belong in the store since I had no clue what I was doing, but one of the two was the exact one I wanted: A pretty Ibanez acoustic electric. It felt right. Next day I made a tad ridiculous account withdrawal and bought my guitar.
So I have a guitar. That happened. And I haven't told many people. I kinda want it to be my quiet thing till I know what I'm doing. And, the thing about the guitar is I don't have to audition to enjoy it. You just get started, it all depends on you, no one else.
And I apologize, the picture thing isn't working on this blog, so this blog came without pictures. I sorry...
SO usually I do some resolutions and think I'm gonna commit to them and then two weeks later I'm ridden with guilt cause I haven't raised a finger to do anything on the list I wrote down. I've resolved this year to not make resolutions.
I'm just gonna try and strenghten my friendships and be more of myself around people. And I'm sorry my posts have been so short recently, I have had no time to think or process anything. Which is partly these kids' faults.
Internet, meet Zadak and Briah. They are beautiful.
Over and out. Love, Cailin
Video of the Day:
This guy is brilliant.
Shoutout of the Day:
Whoever told me mountain lions roam around here. You know who you are. I look behind me now, I refuse to be eaten by a lion. Come at me cat. On second thought, JK please just stay up in the mountains eating rams and lost souls.
So I watched Les Miserables on stage and it was three hours of absolute beauty...and and goodness. And as everyone knows, it has come out in theaters and I want to see it, but I'm afraid it's not going to be good. AND I REALLY REALLY WANT IT TO BE GOOD CAUSE HUGH JACKMAN IS IN IT.
Anywho, that's all I got today.
Over and out. Love, Cailin
So I've been pretty awful when it comes to posting content and I am very sorry about that.
It's just there's so much time that is taken up when you move.
Forreals.
So, yeah. MOVING ON.
Things I am Thankful for (in no particular order):
1. My family. I would be completely lost without them. I love them dearly and can't imagine life without them.
2. My friends and mentors. I'm talking about friends I've made in every state I've been in. I LOVE Y'ALL. My life would be absolutely dull and sad without you.
3. My cat, Cimber. I didn't like cats much before meeting you. Now, I welcome cats with open arms, and it's all cause of you. You sexy beast.
5. My small group. Over the years, I have had many great small groups. However, this group has been a bit like family, and they have made this move much smoother than it might've been without. For example, when they heard my mom didn't plan on having a baby shower, they threw one for her! I think they're wonderful.
6. My opportunities. As a middle class American, I am blessed for a roof over my head and food in my stomach. I am also given the privilege of going to a decent school. And I can go to church without being persecuted for it.
So yeah. That's all. Happy holidays!
Over and out.
Love,
Cailin
Video of the Day:
I found this thought-provoking.
Shoutout of the Day:
I found this awesome blogger who posts as infrequently as I do! She's hilarious. Check her out!
And well...would you like to hear what happened that week?
Thought you would.
That Friday afterschool my dad came and picked me and my sibs up from my mom's. This sounds pretty normal, but considering I hadn't seen him in seven months; it didn't feel normal, it felt surreal. We hung out, we talked, we laughed, we caught up on what each other was doing in each our lives' and we laughed some more. It was good.
On Wednesday, he dropped us off and we headed to this Halloween/Harvest Festival thing at my church. I didn't really dress up, I wore a Green Lantern shirt and jeans, because I'm classy like that. I ran into my friends and we hung out and helped out and hung out some more. Then the group I was hanging out with was sweet enough to invite me to go to Village Inn (pie place/restaurant) with them. I talked my parents into letting me go and then we were off! And I had a lot of fun, I hadn't gone out with any friends since July...it was a breath of fresh air.
Thursday my family and I drove up to a mountain cabin that belonged to some friends of ours and let me tell you: mountains are pretty, but they hurt. I had a monster of a headache, and just felt, terrible.They had a sign on the wall that said, "The closer you are to the mountains, the closer you are to heaven." Well, God knows I'm a sinner. In spite of it all, I enjoyed myself, but I'm a city girl at heart.
SO YEAH. That was what I was up to.
Over and out.
Love,
Cailin Rogers
Video of the Day:
Shoutout of the Day: Well nothing big today, I was just having an absolutely awful day and a friend of mine was sweet enough to stop and give me a hug. It made my day. And I thought one of my friends was transferring to another school, but he's not, so that is lovely. That's all folks!
DISCLAIMER: To any unschoolers out there I apologize if I offend, I'm just an ignorant kid who needed something to write about and pick on.
Thinking Outside of the Pencil Box
by Cailin Rogers
I was taught from a very young age one important fact. It was
common sense, something that seemed to just be part of life.
Homeschoolers are smarter than public school kids. I was too little to
read it from a media source, how did I know this fact so innately?
One could infer that my tiny ears picked it up at 'co-op,' an
organization created by moms for homeschooled kids. Or from my friends.
Or from my parents.
You see, I was homeschooled until fifth grade.
I am very familiar with homeschooling and public school. And I
think in scenarios with good variables, both work.Then I heard of
unschooling, which I was unaware of it's existence. It's proper
definition is a "lack of schooling" and that definition is frightfully
unhelpful in depicting what it actually is. Basically, unschooling is
when mothers allow their kids to learn what they wish. Children decide
what they do for the day, and children decide exactly what they learn.
These kids have never touched a textbook or taken a test; they act as if
school systems don't exist. Many of these parents don't set rules for
their kids.
When I first heard of this, I thought, my God, these kids are
living the dream. Then I thought about the future of these unschooled
kids. Their parents give them no boundaries, so they will have a harder
time understanding that no, you can't go as fast as you want on the
road, and other rules set by the government. They've never taken a test
or studied a textbook, so how will they get into a good college, if they
are even literate enough to fill the application. And say they get into
college, they will be competing against kids that have been using
textbooks and taking tests since they could stand up...I wonder how they
will succeed in life?
My opinion? Homeschooling=Smiley face. Unschooling=? Well, don't ask them, no one taught them math.
Guys, guys, it has been too long. But I have a good excuse, I moved into my new house and have spent every other minute unpacking or doing homework. It's great.
Today though my topic will not involve either of those; today, I will be talking about a family with an aversion to cowmilk.
You see before moving into our lovely new home, my family stayed with another family at their lovely home until we could close on our house. It was...an interesting experience. After getting my dinner plate, and turning around to find my dinner plate mysteriously gone with alot of innocence in the air...I knew I'd get along with these folks.
It was alot of fun living with them; I mean honestly when I met Heather I was thrilled to meet someone just as dramatic me. I had to learn that no, you don't hug Matt and calling the petbird Sushi is generally frowned upon. I discovered the way of the gluten free and how one goes about that path (a good three-fourths of the family is gluten intolerant). I discovered that in 2012 people still write letters, Ben writes them! And Elisa likes chocolate and cherry cake (ew, still love you Elisa). I learned that Mr. Steve is a Republican after his third joke about Democrats (which WAS NOT nice). I learned that Mrs. Jennifer lived in two different countries. And you can imagine what they learned about me...
There was quite a bit of joking around, quite a bit of teasing, and quite a bit of personal conversations and growing together as two families.
And well, I hate to say this so others can gloat (*cough* *cough*) but I might kind of possbly miss y'all. It's weird not having as many people to tease or be teased by.
Over and out.
Love,
Cailin
Video of the Day:
I thought this was very creative, and well, brilliant.
Shoutout of the Day:
To all the people at my church that have befriended me and made me feel so welcome, y'all are awesome. You guys make my Sundays awesome and warm fuzzy days. Thank you.
Another opinion piece written by me for AP Lang. Enjoy!
What Grown-folks Teach
by Cailin Rogers
Trust me, as much as I would love to rip
my claws into the debate and have people lose respect for me merely for
making scathing remarks, I don't want blood on my hands. This
unfortunately leaves me with zero writing ideas. Let's see...abortion,
already done...homosexuality…written...obviously, everything is taken! Aha! Now, what better topics to expand
upon, then on what our very dear mommies and daddies and aunties and
uncles have taught us? What little golden nuggets of knowledge have they
lovingly placed into our hands? (And by our hands I mean our American hands.) Firstly and lastly. The Alpha and Omega
piece of wisdom that they wish to give us: Money is God. Family
matters, of course, but Money is what matters most. Why else would there
not be a national limit to how many hours you work? Why it seems your
life revolves around dollars and cents, how much you are reminded the
amount it costs for you to just stand there. Understand the fact that
you live on a ladder called career, and you must constantly be looking
at the rung above yours. It is your moral obligation that at
Thanksgiving and during the holidays you look at a rung below yours, but
by January 1st, your eye better be on the top rung. In sequential order with the last
tidbit, stuff is important. By stuff I mean houses, cars, computers,
horse-drawn carriages, and you better pray to Money if you don’t have
the most recent iPhone. Make sure you have more or as much as your
neighbor. This may be difficult if you and your neighbors haven’t spoken
a word since your neighbor knocked on your door and you promptly
discovered at six on a Saturday morning, that he was a Jehovah’s
Witness, and he discovered you wore pajama pants with duckies on them.
Be sneaky, peek through windows and make sure you always have a trusty
pair of binoculars with you. Send your children to borrow cups of sugar,
and then interrogate them on the inside of the neighbors’ home.
Remember, stuff is imperative to life. Comparisons are also part of life. It
is totally okay for you to look at a celebrity and compare the size of
your anatomy to his/hers because that body part is totally real. It is
also okay for you to have a low self-esteem and feel the need to change
yourself, because honey, even models think they’re fat. I mean, if it
wasn't why would our magazines, TV, and the beautiful wonderful Internet
be covered with images of these individuals and ways for us to cure
this apparent ailment? This is also a challenge, you can have her size
thighs, haven’t you heard if there’s a will there’s a way? Achieve this
challenge, and all doors will be opened, you will be the life of every
gathering you attend. The final parting words on every dying
adult’s lips are two words. Be yourself. No matter what that entails,
getting a tattoo you’ll regret when your 35? Go for it. Experimenting
with sketchy substances? Proud of you. Risk being stuck paying child
support for an ungodly amount of time? You go kid. Because you’re being
yourself, and as long as you’re being yourself, no harm no foul, no
wrong can come from you being yourself. So there you have it peers, all the
things you are being taught by grownups. Now, all you have to do is pass
that onto your children. They’ll appreciate it, I guarantee. NOTE: The author's
parental units have not taught her these values. Although the author has
had to knock on a neighbor's door and awkwardly ask for two eggs
because her mother refused to go all the way to the grocery store for
two eggs.
I have to go to my hipster small group (that is how it will be referred to from this moment forward). And before that I have to finish my chemistry because I HAVE to have a good grade in that class. Goodness life is stressful.
Anywho I got a lot of views on my last post, YAY!! So thanks guys, feel free to comment on any of my posts and post them on facebook or twitter. Kay cool, bye. Over and out!
Yours, Cailin
You know those annoying people that just bump into things and leave their stuff everywhere?
I have a confession to make.
I, Cailin Rogers, plead guilty in the incident in which I forgetfully left my purse at Noodles and had to go back right before they closed to retrieve said item.
I, Cailin Rogers, also plead guilty to the incident in which I did not pay attention to my doting mother's instructions and accidentally made a whole pot of decaf when she only wanted two cups.
I, Cailin Rogers, also plead guilty to the incident in which I was not paying full attention and my phone took a swim in the family washer.
I sneak nutella out of the jar too. I'm doing it right now actually. Oh, I'm a naughty naughty child. Sigh...
Anyways, the point of this post is not to beat myself up about all of my accidents and mistakes, if I never made any, I'd have no stories to tell. I wanted to talk about the day after Saturday. Can anyone guess what that day is? ....SUNDAE! (btdubbs misspelled that on purpose, I am somewhat aware of how to spell days of the week).
Now you're quieting your applause, and a few of you are sarcastically asking me, Cailin, where the expletive are you going with this? Calm down child, I'm getting there. Sunday is actually my favorite day of the week. Sure you have to scramble to finish all your homework, and you have that preMiserableMonday feeling in the pit of your stomach, but I actually love Sundays.
First, I go to church in the morning, *cough* goody two shoes *cough choke* we serve donuts yo, come at us bro. At church I get to drink coffee, hug people, and hang out with them and just, be myself, (which that whole being yourself thing might not make sense to you, but if you ever meet me in person, I totes will enlighten you) which is completely refreshing.
Second, I get to just chill and hang out with my awesome family. Sometimes it's going out to eat or playing at a park. Sometimes it's just everybody looking at each other and then saying "NAPTIME" in unison. It's good stuff.
Third, I go to a small group that's a bunch of families that have decided to live life together, and lemme tell you, it's pretty cool. I have some really solid friends there so I enjoy going and doing something I've never done before, because I don't know a single small group that's done this style before. So yeah, I like my hipster small group.
And that is all folks I hope you have a good day and-WAIT ALMOST FORGOT VIDEO AND SHOUTOUTS.
Video of the Day:
I figured it semi-correlated with my theme, right? Right.
Shoutouts of the Day: I would like to give a shoutout to the people at my lunch table. THAT'S RIGHT GUYS, CAILIN IS NO LONGER A LONER. WOOT. WOOT. You guys rock. And two, I would like to give a shoutout to whoever has complimented my pink rain boots, I kind of love the idea of standing out, and wearing rain boots in Colorado seems to be the ticket. I wear the footwear I wear for you people! Oh, goodness...
Kay so today was one of those Miserable Mondays...those icky yucky life really sucks kinda days. So since I had one of those days, I wanted to give tips on how you can avoid letting Mr. Miserable Monday suck you down.
1. Fun food. You know you had a terrible day, treat yourself! Whether it's nutella or animal crackers, give yourself a little indulgence.
2. Friends. If you have them, call them up and set up a hangout.
3. Music. Listen to happy music. Psychology says we have a tendency to cheer up when our music is cheery.
4. Youtube and MLIA. Find some vloggers you like that you will enjoy. And MLIA? Well, I'll let you find that one out for yourself.
So yeah...DFTBA!
Video of the Day:
Shoutout of the Day:
I would just like to shoutout to a guy I ran into like literally thirteen times today in the span of five minutes. It was awkward for me as well....see you tomorrow.
My dear beautiful readers, we have spoken of my love for theater. My insatiable, unhealthy love for the world of performing arts, yes, I believe we spoke of such. (For those who are not theatrically inclined, I will not judge if you close out of this blog and go look up videos of cats on Youtube instead. I like cats.)
Well this past week I decided to audition for a nine person show at my (relatively new) school. So did 120 others...so naturally, I'm freaking out, how am I gonna do this? After taking multiple deep breaths, I decided on a monologue I already semi-remembered and had already used as an audition piece.
I began my D-day (audition day) like any other day, tell myself to not worry and move on, and for a time it works. Then as the day progresses, that advice loses it's charm and my stress snowballs. The school bell rings, I'm tapping my foot, drumming my fingers, it's like I've had 4 Red Bulls. Nope, just bout to audition.
I go to an area where it seems many theatrical folks are about to audition. I begin fill out a form and have a pang of homesickness. I miss my theater family... What accent can you perform? Southern. Any special talents? Southern charm. And I can make sweet tea as well.
Turn in the form, I have a good twenty minutes before my appointment. Meandering, I hear people laughing in a room that looks disorganized enough to be a theater classroom. Here goes nothing... I walk in; someone's performing their monologue. I hang back. Once noticed, I say hi, give my name. They ask me to do my monologue which I have NOT practiced. Here goes nothing AGAIN...sure...
My fingers are tingling, my foot itches to tap again. First impressions are important, and I wanted to impress these strangers. I perform. Surprisingly, they laugh (it is a funny monologue). And surprisingly, I did a good job. One says it's the best they've seen. I blush, been awhile since I heard that. Well, it's time to step up to the plate and batter up chica, so go do what you only do best.
My audition time.I walk up to the stage where a bright spotlight is shining. My heart is working overtime like it's boss is over its shoulder. Just walk up the steps, stare into the blinding light. And for a moment, I am home. Then I say my slate and begin my monologue.
It's a beautiful experience when for the first time in an audition, you semi-confidently speak your piece with eloquence and during the entire monologue you're thinking, 'Wow, I'm doing a good job.' The director laughs at the right parts, my confidence builds. Once I'm finished he says, "Hey can you do this more of an inner rage version than passive aggressive?" You betcha. After the first couple lines, I kinda just went improv. And he laughs again. He asks a few more questions, I answer them as wittingly as possible and leave.
Afterwards, I feel surreal. I am so pleased with myself. I realize, I don't even care if I make it into the show (which is good cause I didn't) I was so proud of what I did.
So yeah..I got callbacks, one out of 36 and did a couple cold reading skits, which was fun. One required me meditating, and since I've never meditated, I just pulled a meditating pose and sang the first part of the Lion King. (The Nawn NaPHWEN YA lalaleelosoPA bit.) Only the front row could hear me, and they were cracking up, which made everyone think they were weird cause they had no clue what was so funny about my serious meditation.
So yeah...didn't make the cut, but I still enjoyed myself.
Video of the Day:
A reward for those who read all of this instead of skipping to cat vids.
Shoutout of the Day: I was feeling a wee bit self conscious after callbacks, wandering how I did and such, and two people took time out of their day to tell me I did a really good job. And that made my day. So thanks guys. :)
But this isn't just a whining bitchfest. I did meet some people and connected with some friends who were there for me and helped me get through my ridiculous friend drama. And I plan on staying friends with these people for a very long time.
