Resolutions and Fanfare

Before I do anything today, I’d like to throw a big shoutout at my darling brother, who just half-an-hour ago joined me in the glory that is Slytherin House!

I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t seen it coming – he couldn’t really be anything but Slytherin. Regardless, I’m proud of him. 🙂

Today’s post comes to you in two parts! Part 1: Fanfare!

I keep having all these ideas for blog posts, and every time I try to go do a blog post that I’ve had an idea for, Liam tags me in some ridiculous blog-chain-meme-thing.

Long story short, I was going to do a Thoughts from Places post about my trip to the beach, but now you’re just going to have to wait until Wednesday for that. And you can blame him.

He’s nominated me for the Amazeballs Blogger Award, and since it seems rather rude to ignore a nomination, I shall participate, however halfheartedly.

Like all of these absurd awards, they come with RULES, half of which I shall disregard, as always.

Here we go.

THE CURSED RULES:

  1. You must link to the blog you received the award from.
  2. You must answer all the questions.
  3. You must pass it onto at least one other Amazeballs Blogger, the more the merrier.
  4. You must remember to tell the recipients that you nominated them!!! Whether by commenting on their blogs, PMing them if you know them on a different site, etc. Those’re the rules!!!
  5. You must be amazeballs!!!

Well, I already linked to the blog. Take that, you silly award, you.

Answering all the questions. Okay.

What are your favorite song lyrics?

Ummm… I like a lot of songs and song lyrics, but my two favorites have got to be: “So if you care to find me/look to the Western sky! As someone told me lately/everyone deserves a chance to fly!” from Wicked, and “Tomorrow we’ll be far away/tomorrow is the judgement day/tomorrow we’ll discover what our God in Heaven has in store! One more dawn! One more day! One day more!” from Les Misérables. (Also, basically everything Éponine ever sings.)

What is your favorite book/book series?

YOU CAN’T ASK THAT! THAT’S THE MOST IMPOSSIBLE QUESTION EVER TO BE ASKED. (“Silence will fall when the question is asked.” “What question?” “The First Question, the oldest question in the Universe, that must never be answered, hidden in plain sight…”) If I had to answer, I would say Leviathan, by Scott Westerfeld, and Artemis Fowl, by Eoin Colfer, but I have a million other series that I love to absolute pieces.

What is your favorite movie/TV series?

Movie? Erm… I dunno. The Hunger Games. Tangled. Star Trek. There Be Dragons. Etc. TV series is easy: LEVERAGE. And then DOWNTON ABBEY. YES. (And Doctor Who and Phineas and Ferb and Avatar/The Legend of Korra. All of those. But the season premiere of Leverage is tomorrow and I’m psyching myself up for it. And then Downton Abbey is just flawless. So.)

Who inspires you?

Anyone who pursues what they love with relentless determination inspires me. Brave, strong women who live up to their full, God-given potential inspire me. Amelia Earhart inspires me. St. Maria Goretti, St. Lucy, and St. Philomena inspire me. Angela, my youth group director, inspires me. Perrin, my former swim coach, inspires me. Kira and Julia, the most gorgeous, amazing writers I’ve ever met, inspire me.

What is your dream job?

Mother. In my eyes, a career is temporary. I love to write and I love to play my cello, but ultimately, my dream job – my true calling, as I understand it right now, is to be a mother. That is what I want most.

That’s the end of the questions! On to rule number three: nominate other people!

Hmmm, yeah, I don’t think so.

…which kind of rules out number four. Ha.

As for number five: you know it.

I might be going crazy with the gifs. But you can never have enough Lauren Lopez. I’m just saying.

Moving on, part two! Resolutions!

I’ve recently become obsessed with reading She Learns As She Goesa blog by BlimeyCow’s own Kelli Taylor. It’s basically the cutest blog ever. On the blog, Kelli does this thing where she sets resolutions for herself that month, and then at the end of the month, she grades herself. I liked this idea so much, I decided to steal it. *shameless*

Last week, I wrote out my resolutions in my journal, and so all of you can keep me accountable, here they are.

1. Journal every day.

I’ve always liked the idea of journalling every day, but I can never pull myself together enough to actually do it. I protest that I’m ‘too busy’ – the truth is that I have plenty of free time, but I just waste it all.

2. Turn off the TV/laptop.

The number of hours I spend online or watching TV is getting out of hand. It gets to the point where I hardly read anymore – or practice my cello! – because I’m too ‘busy’ watching TV. I’m resolving to turn off the TV/computer more often and find things I love to do in the free time: cook, take a walk, knit, play my cello… Etc.

3. Eat healthier.

This is especially difficult now that I’m at my grandparents’ house, but I’m making the effort. I found out the other day that I fit into a pair of jeans I previously hadn’t, and the feeling was awesome.

So far I’m doing all right on my resolutions — except for the TV/computer one. I’m completely failing that. To be fair, my grandparents have the TV running constantly, and there isn’t a lot to do here BESIDES get on the computer, but still. I could be trying harder.

So, with that in mind, I will now shut off my computer and go make some tea, or something constructive. Maybe I’ll see if Grandma’s awake and we’ll do a puzzle.

Have a great weekend!

~Hero

 

I Could Have Danced All Night

The fact that I have now had two consecutive blog titles containing a My Fair Lady reference worries me. Especially because I don’t even particularly like My Fair Lady all that much, plus I just went to see WICKED for the second time, so my head should be full of that.

Whatever. I’ve had the most amazing weekend ever, and I will now try to synopsize it for you guys.

Saturday

Saturday morning I pulled myself out of bed at the ungodly hour of seven AM and my dad drove me and my friend to the convention center for a retreat. The theme of the retreat was ‘Made To Love’ and the keynote speaker was Jason Evert. (For those of you who don’t know, Jason Evert is this ridiculously amazing and hilarious chastity speaker. You should check him out.) However, the people running the retreat were having some scheduling problems, which led to us sitting around for a while taking pictures of our feet and writing on ourselves. (Ink poisoning FTW.)

Eventually, they sent the boys into a different room and we had these two guys come up and talk to all the girls about how both men and women are made in God’s image, and how we all possess some of the qualities of God Himself. In the guys we can see God’s strength, adventurousness, and in the women we can see God’s beauty and mystery. (Personally, I think we girls got the better deal. ;)) They talked about how men have an innate desire to be conquerors – it’s ingrained in their being to need to conquer things. (Also, a cool quote from a cardinal – I think – whose name I have forgotten, “The world tells man to conquer a woman for himself. God tells man to conquer himself for a woman.”) This is kind of cool because if a guy genuinely loves a girl and the girl has high standards, the guy will do basically anything to meet her standards. So girls, set the bar high. 😛

At the beginning of that talk, they made all the girls in the room compile a list of qualities they look for in a guy. This would have been fine, except they made all the guys in the other room compile a list of qualities they thought girls looked for in a guy. The lists matched almost exactly, except that the guys included ‘money’ and ‘a beard.’ (The best part was that all of the girls from my group groaned and basically facepalmed because WE KNEW that our friend had put that on the list. The big dork.)

Moving on! We had lunch. I had a vegetarian sandwich with entirely too much mayonnaise on it. HURRAH.

Then Jason Evert came up and talked. I never expected him to be so funny. I only took a few notes because I was too busy laughing my head off, but I did write down this one thing… He said that if he could only talk to us for sixty seconds, he’d tell us that, “No girl on earth will ever convince other people that she has dignity and should be respected unless she convinces herself.” (That’s important. That’s why it’s in bold.)

All of the other pictures look rather the same, so I shall SKIP THEM! *triumphant trumpet music* (By the way, I am not going to explain these pictures at all, so deal with it. :P)

At the end of the retreat we had Mass. After the Eucharist I was suddenly hit with how much Jesus loves me. I acutely felt it like a knife in my chest – how much Jesus had done for me, despite the fact that I am so low – so low – and I will never ever ever ever ever ever (to the billionth power) be able to deserve it. No matter what I do. It makes me feel like crying, both because I feel so awful for my repeated, continual failure and because it feels so amazing to be loved like that.

I was going to apologize for how religion-heavy that paragraph is, but you know what? I won’t. I cannot apologize for my faith. I am enamored with Christ, my Lord, and I am not sorry about it. At all.

Once the retreat was over, my friend-with-the-beard and his brother, my best-friend-sans-beard, drove me to this Sadie Hawkins dance. (Well, bearded-friend drove – they can’t both drive. That’d be weird.) The dance was amazing. I danced like a complete maniac – I am so sore today. We had so much fun with the strobe lights (we are such dorks). There was a lot of swing music, so I danced with three of my guy friends: my best friend, who I usually dance with, my other friend who I’d danced with a couple times (so I kept flubbing it up because I was used to dancing with said best friend), and my other friend who didn’t know how to dance, so I had to teach him.

Toward the end of the dance, they played ‘Dancing Through Life’ and I started completely freaking out. Nobody had any clue why, so I had to scream (in between lines, of course), “IT’S FROM WICKED!” And then of course, I started singing it, but Dancing Through Life is sung by a tenor, which means it’s too low for my little girly voice, but if I try to bump it up an octave, it’s too high. So I basically just had to yell the words (since I couldn’t sing them), and add this to the fact that I was jumping around like an absolute idiot… My non-Wicked-savvy friends were raising their eyebrows and thinking, “Oh, she’s lost it now.” (I’m looking at you, Mon-la.)

To quickly wrap up the rest of Saturday night (because this is getting really long and I still have to get through Sunday), I slow danced with this guy that I kind of dislike, halfway because I was dared to, halfway because I thought it’d be hilarious. (It was actually just awkward, so, fail.) The DJ announced that the next song was the last song, and I was going to dance with guy-I-didn’t-really-like’s cousin/my non-Wicked-savvy-friend’s older brother (again, as a joke), but I couldn’t find him, so I just danced with my best-friend-sans-beard. I figured I’d dance with somebody I actually liked for the last song. 😛

The dance ended really late at night, so as my friend-with-the-beard drove me home (he’s the only licensed driver in our circle of friends who my mother will let drive me anywhere), my best-friend-sans-beard points out, “Hey, isn’t it illegal for you to drive past midnight?” (According to state law, you have to be licensed for a year before you’re able to drive after midnight.) At this point it’s 11:47 PM and we’re about 10 minutes away from my house. Note that these guys live, like, fifteen minutes away from me. You do the math. I was like, “Ohhh… Shoot.” So, yes. Illegal activity of the day! (Kids: don’t try this at home.)

End Saturday.

Sunday

Dad and I drove for aaaaaaaages (and ages and ages) so I could go see Wicked with my aunt. I’ve seen it before, and seeing it a second time was slightly less powerful. I mean, it was still amazing and magical and wonderful and all things fantastic, but I knew what was coming and how it ended, so it was like part of the anticipation was gone. Does that make sense? It’s sort of sad, because I’ll never be able to recapture the feeling of seeing it for the first time – but that in no way means I’m going to stop going to see it. It is still my favorite musical and it is still unbelievably incredible. So, bravo, Stephen Shwartz and Co. Bravo.

The cast of this show was pretty much the same cast as last time I went to see it, but they had a different Glinda, and this performance with the understudy for both Elphaba and Fiyero. I was excited about this, because I thought it’d be cool to see a different portrayal of the characters. They didn’t disappoint. I completely fell in love with Fiyero all over again. And even though in my heart, David Nathan Perlow will always be the one true Fiyero, because I saw him in the role first, this guy was still pretty awesome. (And, yes, Julia – pretty attractive, too – or at least I thought so. I didn’t get to meet him up close like I did with DNP, so I can’t be sure, but from where I was sitting, he looked pretty good. I cannot cast official judgement, however, so we must leave this unresolved.)

Can y’all give me, like, ten seconds to fangirl? Okay. Thanks. *gigantic swoon thing* I LOVE FIYERO. SO MUCH. Not even the actors that play him, just the character. Just FIYERO. Goodness. Goodness. *swoons again* “I don’t even think he’s perfect anymore and I still want him!” (Oh, Glinda.) Which now prompts one of my favorite exchanges in the whole musical: “He’s been moody and distant… And he’s been thinking.” *enter Fiyero* “Elphaba! Listen, I’ve been thinking…” “I heard.”

Gah. I just love it all so much.

And yes, before you ask – I did fork over twenty bucks for one of those fancy programs. Don’t judge me.

All in all, going to see this play again and falling in love with the characters again has only convinced me further that the blood running through my veins is a glittering emerald green.

Alright, I’m going to bed. I apologize for this novel length, completely confusing post. I’m probably going to reread this tomorrow and go, “What on earth…?”

Sleep deprivation is fun. Whoohoo.

Thanks for reading, guys. It means a lot.

~Hero