Curly Girl Designs

So this is my life right now: planning prom.

It's not even until next Saturday and I'm freaking out making plans.

But anyways, to take my mind off of prom (oh don't worry, we'll come back to that later. Pictures will be posted. (as soon as I find my camera cord. murb!)), I surfed the web for about 5 hours straight. Not an activity I'd recommend mainly because your brain feels like mush at the end. But this is what I found;

Curly Girl Designs

No one understands how excited I am for this! I love curly things! Well duh, I myself am a curly headed frizz ball. 

Basically their site it jam packed with cutsey little things with cutsey little quotes. They have cards, magnets, wall decor, clothes, and sooo much more that I did a little dance when I saw all of this stuff (and them my mom awkwardly walked in on my dancing in front of the computer. She thinks I'm weird, nobigdeal)

Unfortunately due to copy right infringement and all that jazz I have absolutely no pictures for you. 

But don't freak out! Go to the website and see for yourself how beautifully amazing everything is.

It's a little bit of a wait, but totally worth it :)

"It is not enough to put your heart and soul into something. The really important things require much more than that."

"A really good friend makes you snort when you laugh, and will still hang out with you when you do it in public."

"I most often Find that happiness is right where I planted it."

"There are some who bring a light so great to the world that even after they have gone, the light remains."

"She dreams of mermaids and motorcycles. And meeting a man who can Dance."

"I am fairly certain that given a cape and a nice tiara, I could save the world."

Basically my life in quotes.

xoxo

Sense and Sensibility II

So my dear dear friend finally put the rest of the pictures on Facebook, so now I can steal them from her. 

I wish I had more pictures to show you, but I don't.

Geez I need to get better at this picture thing - only problem is I lost my camera cord. again. 

Oh the woes of being an unorganized blogger.

These pictures kind of give you an insight into the lifeblood of theatre. We're really all just crazy people lookin' for an adrenaline rush, because if you don't think getting up on stage in front of 100+ people won't give you an adrenaline rush, you've got your head screwed on wrong. 

But it's the kind of adrenaline rush that lasts. It lasts because it's a part of you. Each time you think about it you get that jumpy sensation in your stomach, like oh-my-gosh-i-actually-did-that. It turns you topsy turvy. 

But theatre people don't just do theatre for the adrenaline, they do it because a part of themselves is in the character. Without someone to be and someone to act, it's almost like we're nothing. We're just boring old us. But being a character? That's something. 

That's taking on a whole new personality, a whole new perspective, and a whole new life. You tell your story, because it is your story. For now anyways. So you tell it and you tell it well, because at the end of the day you have to give up that other person who you've become. You have to say good-bye and you don't want to leave them without making sure you did all you could do to be them. 

Sense and Sensibility

Well, these are only some of the pictures (I'm waiting on the others from a couple of my friends).

Sense and Sensibility was one of the best things of my life. I am such a romantic, so the story was like a dream come true, but the cast was one of the best casts I've ever had the extreme pleasure to be on. 

One of my best friends did the show with me, and I was so excited because I didn't know if he was going to (he ended up being Edward!). I made some fantastic new friends through this experience, friends that I hope to have for a really really really long time. 

And I learned a lot about myself and my acting abilities - most definitely the hardest thing I've ever had to do on stage. Slap someone. Maddie (aka Mama D) is one of the nicest people ever, and it just so happens that she was Ms Lucy Steele. AKA MY ARCH NEMESIS. aka I had to slap her. Can you see why that's a problem? Cause it was. 

It literally took me months to be able to slap her, and on all of the performance nights I slapped her good and hard (there was a strange sense of satisfaction that I did it. I'm not a mean person, but it was kinda fun.. shhhh). 

And THEN, I had to go and break my wrist (eep!) and Ms Peplow looked like she was gonna have a heart attack when she saw that my cast was pink (what can I say? I'm a naturally selfish person and I really really really wanted a pink cast. Hey! I broke my wrist! Give me some credit). Luckily it turned out that my costume was pink (ohpinkiloveyousomuch), so everything went fine, I just covered my cast with my pashmina/shawl. 

{the usual necessities}

Well, the show must go on!

Actually, speaking of the show must go on, the guy who played Colonel Brandon basically-almost-kinda-butnotreally broke his foot! Actually, we slipped up and got hurt so many times we were convinced someone said MACBETH during a rehearsal, so we were cursed. 

Long story short, Sense and Sensibility made my life better. I'm glad I did it. I should take chances more often.

xoxo

This is a quicky

Remember how I said how I broke my wrist? 

Yeah it's definitely broken. 

That and the play (we're performing this week!!) is keeping me so busy I have no life.

But I haven't forgotten you guys, and after this weekend I should be able to resume my blogging life :)

and don't worry I have lots of theatre pictures!


xoxo

It's going to be pink.

Guess who broke her wrist today!!?

oh, me. 

blehck.

I have never broken a bone in my body, and suddenly I brake my wrist. I'd like to say I broke it doing something graceful and elegant, like... actually I don't think it's possible to fall while looking graceful and elegant. 

Trust me I've tried.

the story:

We were going on a church activity, ice skating! There were 6 boys, and 6 girls (including myself). We left around 12:30 for the city - and everything was great. The sun was shinning, it was a perfect cool outside, and everyone was in happy spirits. 

Once we arrived at the ice rink, we all took several minutes finding the right sized skates (we all know how it is. One size is too big, the other too small, do you want big skates or little ones? blah blabla blabla). Once we all had our skates on, it was a new adventure - getting ourselves to the rink while maintaining our balance. 

Oh crap.

Soon we had all made it safely to the ice. Or so we thought? No, we definitely made it safely.

No sooner had we stepped onto the ice, when Jackson stole someones hat and a malicious game of keep away ensued (ok, malicious is a bit of a stretch). We were all skating amuck, stealing hats left and right! Oh the cruelty! No shame!

We all had some lessons on staying balanced (gravity schooled me more than once. I have the bruises to prove it). And I even learned how to skate backwards!... sort of...

Then came the fatal moment.

I had taken my camera out to take some pictures, when Nathaniel asked "whats the best way to stop quickly?"

Being the pro I am, I began to show him how to come to a side stop. Same basic move as skiing. The ice was thick with grooves from previous skaters - as I pulled my skates around to stop myself, the edge of my right skate caught on a groove and stuck.

No thoughts, just silence in my brain as my feet tried to regain balance. But what balance could I regain with the slick ice underneath two scanty blades strapped to my feet? The answer: none. My feet flew up and down as I tried to stand, my hands splayed behind me as I fell backwards, my left hand came down hard on the ice and the pain was real. The real kind of pain that bites you at first, then you almost forget about it as you fall, but comes back like a snake up your arm when you sit up. My head on the ground, I saw my camera slide around and land a foot away from me on the ice. And then I remembered the pain. Holycrapithurtsobad. 

I sat up and clutched my arm as my friends began to huddle around me saying comforting things like, "are you all right?" "does it hurt really bad?" "can you get up?" "do you need help?"

"No. no. I'm fine, just gimme a minute to compose myself. I just need a minute."

I'm not gonna cry. I'm not gonna cry. It doesn't hurt that bad. It'll be fine. Pain will go away. I can get up. Just gimme a sec.

Oh crap, it's not going away. It still hurts. I will not cry. I will not cry. I will not cry. I am not a wimp. I am not a wimp. I am not a wimp. 

I found the strength to stand up on my own. No one was gonna treat me like the poor little injured girl. But standing up hurt my wrist more than it should have.

We went into the building and the guy at the counter gave me an ice pack. I sat on one of the benches, my jeans were wet and sticking to my skin.

I will not cry, I will not cry.

No matter how I tried to stop it, hot tears dropped onto my glasses as I bent over to hide my face.

I always thought people described tears as "hot" in books because it sounded cooler - but my face was so cold my tears actually felt hot.

Kristen sat down next to me and I leaned on her shoulder. That's what best friends are for.

Then people started saying, "we'll take you home" "it's ok, you're gonna go home."

Wait what? no no no no no, I'm fine, I can still skate. It just hurts, I'll be fine. But there was no way to avoid it, I was huddled into a car, my wrist hurt with every step. Gravity pulled it down in a painful way. Oh yeah, it was broken.

We got home and my mom sped to the after hours clinic, we missed the X-ray by 5 minutes - but the doctor looked at it and said with certainty that it was probably most likely broken. (confusing signals much?)

But we have to wait for the X-ray on monday to confirm it. If it is broken, my cast is going to be pink. No matter what. Its going to be pink.

xoxo