Christmas Voice Recital

Last Monday I had a voice recital. It was nerve racking but I survived. I received a letter from my voice teacher today with pictures included taken by her lovely daughter, Coryn. I first met Coryn on a movie set and we instantly became friends as we sang Wicked together while cleaning out a pit of sand. Classic. She is quite the photographer- that is not a compliment to myself, I will be the first to admit I look scary in these pictures- what can I say, I had stage make up on from the show just an hour before. But thank you, Sister C and Coryn, thank you very much.

I was supposed to have a small index card with my lyrics on them but a few minutes before I went on, I double checked the words I had written down only to find they were the wrong words! Close one Sasha...

The great Coryn herself.

Dear C Family, I really do love you guys.

Homework? Thanks but no thanks...

I'm amazed at the things I'll do when I don't want to do homework. It really is quite a talent. Let's see what I did today:

I took the world's longest shower. I sang every song I could think of. (Don't you wish you could have heard? Yes. I'm pretty sure my Mom wishes she didn't hear.)

I invented a new food. I shall call it dia de accion de gracias. (I think that might be Thanksgiving in Spanish.) The new food included stuffing from turkey day and a tortilla-- not from Mexico.

I ate it very slow.

I had a brownie.

I had chocolate raisins.

I went to my cousin's house and used her treadmill. (because I really can't run outside- I have to go to her house, and I have to drive the speed limit, and I have to make sure her little brother falls asleep soundly.)

I went tanning with my cousin and I had to wait a 10 minute wait. (That one was not my fault. There just weren't any booths open.)

We listened to the entire song of "Party in the USA" by Miley Cyrus before I got out of her car and into my house to do the dreaded task.

I checked facebook too many times.

I DID A FEW MATH PROBLEMS! But I got stuck.

I MADE SOME PHYSIOLOGY FLASH CARDS but then it was time for dinner.

I ate slowly.

I had more chocolate raisins.

I watched Sleepless in Seattle. (I do love that movie.)

I'm blogging. Right now. As we... speak.

Good list, yes? I presume I'm going to do a lot more tonight. Can't wait...

Happy Thanksgiving!

Hello my lovlies. Thanksgiving is here and I can't resist but do something a little cliche.
Here, my dears, is what I'm thankful for.

• flowers
• books
• Norah Jones
• Frank Sinatra
• toasters
• bicycles
• clothing
• love
• Disney Land
• bow ties
• Mr. L
• Mr. B
• Miss. C
• stickers
• lotion
• loli pops
• potatoes
• Christmas
  
• short stories
• photo booths
• buttons
• concerts
• memories
  

I know there are so many more but I also know I can't make a list as long as the Empire State Building sooooo, I shall resist. I would like to express my thanks for two more things. My family, and YOU.

Happy Thanksgiving.

Banter with Benton

I couldn't help it. I went to another Benton Paul concert with my dance company buddy, Janie. And can I just say it was wonderful? Because it was. Benton Paul was opening for David Archuletta, and as much as we like DA, we really only went for BP. His part was over WAAAAAAY to fast. We were sad. However, after the concert, we went out to Benton Paul's merchandise table where I purchased some rather snazzy customized earphones. "They're like Benton Paul singing you to sleep every night," so said his manager. "What more could I want?" I replied. I then asked the manager if BP was going to come out tonight and he said no. Mine and Janie's jaw dropped. That's why we came. To meet him! (again) "-But!" said his manager, "If you stick around long enough, he might just come out- but don't tell anyone." "We'll keep it on the down low." I said.

THE headphones

After quite some time of waiting, Benton Paul's manager and the even coordinator of the concert hall came up to us and asked, "What are you guys waiting for?" I looked at BP's manager and said, "Nothing..." Remember hush hush! He said, "You can tell her." So I did. "We're here to see Benton Paul." "Then let's go get him," she said.

This is about the time Janie and I started freaking out.

Then... Benton Paul came out with his manager, and a security guard and went toward the door. The plan was that those who were waiting would get their picture with him and then leave. I think everyone wanted to go home. Janie and I (along with several other girls I might add) followed him and we all got in line. After several attempts of meeting him (due to cutting in line-- which was totally fine with us. We could wait.) I said the first words, and you know? Here's the dialogue written out for you:
Me: "Is it our turn?"
BP: "I believe it is."
Me: "Good! Well we just wanted to say thank you for your music. We always love your concerts."
BP: "Well thank you. That's very nice of you guys. I'm glad you liked it."
Me: "Actually, I was able to go to your concert in Murray and so I was wondering if you could sign this picture."

BP: "Sure!"
Me: "Sorry if that's weird, like a picture of us." Dang it. I used the word "us."
BP: "No, not at all. I like doing this kind of stuff."
Me: "Oh good."
BP: "Should I sign on the back? Hmmm."
Me: "That'd be fine."
BP: "Oh wait. I'll sign in the gray area."
Me: "Okay."
BP: "Except in this picture you didnt' have glasses."
I was wearing nerd glasses.
Me: "Well.... that's because they're not real."
BP: "Well.... I like them."
ANNOUNCEMENT! BENTON PAUL LIKES MY NERD GLASSES
Me: "Oh, that's good. K great. Can we get a picture with you now? It's kind of tradition."
BP: "Sure."
We take pictures with him and then we say thanks and are leaving when he says...
BP: "Thanks for coming to multiple concerts you guys."
Me: "Of course!"
and we leave.

Was that amazing? I think yes. So real. So fun. And now ladies and gents, here is the most recent photo with Benton Paul.


They say it takes the mind what, 15 times to see something before it remembers something? So I guess I have 2 down and 13 more to go until he remembers me. I'm game.

Pirates and Pictures

Yesterday was the closing night of the school musical, "Pirates of Penaznce." Here are just a selection of the pictures I took during the run. (click to enlarge.) Enjoy!

my brain is on overload.

My brain is on overload. and yet, that's okay with me. I think I'd rather have it ike this than be bored to death, right? Right. All it takes is a matter of time and effort to accomplish what needs to be accomplished and then I can check it off my list, right? Right.

Angry Teachers & Sore Thumbs

My sub in English got mad at me yesterday. Why, do you ask? Well, because I was laughing uncontrollably during silent reading time- but sometimes laughing when you're not supposed to laugh makes you laugh even more... and then you snort, which- come on, makes even the Grinch laugh. Yes, yes. That was me in 2nd period yesterday. But here's what happened:

I was sitting at my table, reading my book, when my friend who sits next to me asked me what happened to my thumb. She had noticed the ginormous band-aids covering my finger. I began to tell her but all that came out was, "Long story short, a dental whitening strip was on my thumb all night." And that's about the exact moment when she started busting up laughing and then what could I do but join in?



My short story sounds like a lie. But it's not. I shall share with you the long story right about, um, now. On Tuesday night, I put in my whitening strips and laid down on my bed. I was so exhausted from doing two shows that day. Guess what? I fell asleep. But it was alright, because I woke up about 20 minutes later and was able to take the strips out, but I was SO exhausted, that I didn't bother to get out of bed to dispose of them. I just put them on my night stand and fell back asleep immediately. (Editors note: I am normally so much more sanitary than this, this is just an exception.) About 4:45 am the next morning, I woke up because my thumb was throbbing. Oh my heavens, it hurt so bad! I did not know why and so I turned on the light to take a look and what was there but a whitening strip! It must have stuck to my finger when I took them out. It had been on my thumb the entire night, and I think you should know, whitening strips are not fake, they actually have something in them because my thumb reacted quite badly to it. It's still tender.

I tell you this story to perhaps comfort you about your own little mishaps. They happen to everyone- I mean hopefully you will never have an incident involving a whitening strip and a thumb but they're everywhere. And I'm here to smile and laugh about them. It makes life so much nicer.

Immodesty and Timed Cameras

Look at this picture.
Interesting, yes?
Yes.

Let me tell you the story behind the picture....
Once upon a time my bff Jill and I were taking pictures with a timed camera during our lunch break. And once upon a time, I realized I was immodest due to a quick costume change. But once upon a time, the light was flashing and I didn't have time to grab my sweatshirt, But thank goodness, once upon a time, my bff Jill said the following words, "I'll save you!" and she covered me up in the nick of time. What are bff's for?

Now look at the picture again.
Does it make more sense?
I sure hope so.

Thanks bff. You're the best.

Bunny and Glasses

This weekend I took some lovely pictures of my bunny.

whoops! Bunny moved...

I love my bunny. A lot.

And then, I purchased a pair of nerd glasses because I really, really wanted to.

check.