Monday Morning's

Welcome to a new Segment I like to call:

Monday Morning's

It is Monday - but it's not morning. Oh whatever, the alliteration is the point.

Let me explain; (hopefully) every monday I will post a small little post on any given topic. Don't worry, you'll catch on.

Todays topic? Prom. 

I feel like not enough people go for the unexpected during Prom. And I really ♥ the unexpected.

1. Hair

This tutorial by Oh So Pretty is one I've been eyeing for a while now. I like the loose and playful idea it presents.

The Beehive is back ladies, embrace it. 

I love people who can rock the tip dyed hair (don't worry, this tutorial washes out)

2. Makeup

Please. SOMEONE rock the bold look. I'm diggin it.

(Can be found here and there)

Or go for sultry and mysterious with this classic smokey eye

Having trouble with your makeups? (no, not a typo, I just talk funny) Girl please. Been there done that. But amazingly, this tutorial works! Schmanks Oh So Pretty ♥

3. DRESSES

The indispensable part of Prom. Dress shopping.

You could always make it easy and sew your own dress (I got my friend to sew mine. Score!) Or you could simply go with the crowds and shop your little heart out. WARNING: Dress shopping causes extreme anxiety and unquenchable desires to buy things. Can result in debt.

This is technically a Wedding Dress. But several of these dresses are good places to start searching for your silhouette. Or go ahead and buy a Wedding Dress! It's not that big of a difference right? Right.

This is my dress (letter A). Although it's not in pink, it's still my favorite thing in the world right now. I found the pattern at Simplicity, and my friend is sewing it for my prom (eeep!)!!

I also like the idea of the short dress. But let's get real, don't be one of those girls who go with the shortest dress they can find with the low-cut neckline. Keep it classy ladies.

This dress is at Rent the Runway specifically, but one of my friends got her short prom dress at BCBG Maxazria, at your local Macy's ;)

4. SHOES

Who doesn't love this edgy gold oxford? Be a rebel. Beeesiides, most girls take off their shoes for dancing. You'll stand out!

Or be classy and go with a suede heel. But do me a favor and keep it bold ok? Bold is better.

(However my current favorite is a boho sandal)

Well, this concludes our Monday Morning post. Tip your waiters!

xoxo

{Indiana Shawn and the Temple of the Kinda Crappy, Rusty Old Dagger}

IT'S BACK. Need I say more? My favorite show of all time, the one I can't live without and always makes me happy, Psych.

"Lizardy, you were found in the yard on a really great day. You came to this house as my prisoner, but you left as my friend."

1. Sean doesn't deal so well with death

"You take a trip with the intention of proposing and don't tell me? Your oldest and blackest friend?"

"It's my emergency ring. In case the perfect proposal moment presents itself!"

"Just know, in case I ever do really propose, I want you on one side, Jules on the other, just as a killer whale leaps in the air for a macral."

2. Ouch, no fist bump

3. Ohhh nice face

"Buton Gaster, then Brutal Hustler!"

"I'll remind you, I've had 11 kung fu lessons!!"

"I know what I did was just incredibly cool, but I felt the need to point that out, I'm off the market."

"I think what this woman is trying to say here Gus, is that you can suck it."

"Excuse us while our lives end"

"I... don't... remember what she looked like."

4. Who buys a GPS watch? too hollywood

"Dude, if you suggest Batman one more time, I will pull out your eardrums."

5. Gus is NOT happy

"Could you put a value on your own father!?"

"387,000"

"Oh please Braxton"

6. oh yeah Gus hates him

"You're just jealous cause there's no black dudes in Raiders."

7. Oh Gus. Careful Gus

"Players don't hike."

"Man you don't know what players do"

"No, you got played. I had my suspicions all along."

"I think you mean dragon."

"Noooo I mean dagger."

"The mailbox on my player phone is full right now. If I had my player phone, it'd be blowin up right now!"

"It's a tiny rope Sean! Do I look like I have children's hands?"

8. Oh they're hopeless

9.  He's sooooo not dead

"Lassiter please, pretend you're a person."

"What are you my boss?"

"I'm your conscience."

"too stinky Sean, get to writing."

"Cause of death Diabetes. I'm kidding he exploded."

"The only thing that's gonna hurt, is your pride."

"Please, help me with my pants for I can no longer control my bowels."

10. I LOVE GUS'S FACES!

"You had that in your pants?"

"I will slug you in the face cartilage Sean."

"That's your problem Gus, you brought a funeral program to a knife fight."

"You wanna bumble with the bee huh?"

11. Gus has got some serious moves!

"No food, drinks, smoking, flash pictures, offensive clothes, tattoos with wolves, exposed liposection scars, hair extensions, loud noises, surprising gestures, bodily. fluids."

"uh uh, what are uh, pillows?"

"you stabbed everything in this mans house."

"This is a trap Sean. You push the wrong thing, and a giant rock comes rushing through here."

"Don't you just hate people who kill you?"

12. Seans's right. Desperaux is fricken cool

"It's a genie!"

"Gus, don't be ridiculous, genie's come in lamps."

13. Awkward tap

14. Oh Sean. Don't cry! I'll hug you

"His dogs name was Tartoof?"

"Probably."

"It's crappy."

"You're crappy."

15. Wow Sean that's deep

"You're just plain crapola."

16. Ok we all knew that was gonna happen. But I still liked it :)

xoxo

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