I HAVE BEEN WAITING MY WHOLE LIFE FOR THIS!!! AND TONIGHT I SHALL SEE IT!!!!! ON A BIG SCREEN!!!!!!!
Songs for a New World.
It’s been quite a few months since a musical (although really SFANW is really more of a song cycle than a proper musical) has felt this relevant, this powerful, this needed. I’ve known of it for years. I listened to it before. But now, when I needed it most, it presented itself to me.
It’s about one moment:
that moment you think you know where you stand
That one moment:
the things that you’re sure of slip from your hand
And you’ve got one second:
to try to be clear, to try to stand tall
But nothing’s the same, and the wind starts to blow.
And, oh, you’re suddenly a stranger, in some completely different land
And you thought you know, but you didn’t have a clue
That the surface sometimes cracks to reveal the tracks to a new world!
Jason Robert Brown can melt my heart in a way no one else can. Songs like this are why I will always adore musical theatre.
When you’re twenty, you’re just starting.
I’ve got about three hours of teenage life left. Three hours and two minutes, as of right now.
I vividly remember turning thirteen. I was in Texas with my mom and [not quite but almost] step-family. I remember laying there in the dark, after everyone else was asleep, staring at the red numbers on the digital clock of our hotel room and holding my breath during that magical moment when 11:59 changed to 12:00. August 5 changed to August 6. I changed from twelve to thirteen, and I remember an almost magical feeling. I was a teenager.
Now in three hours, I’m going to be twenty. Twenty sounds so much older than nineteen. Everyone has been telling me that this is the “stupid birthday,” because I gain no privileges and am still 365 days away from being able to buy alcohol for myself. But I don’t think this will be a stupid birthday at all. Twenty will be a big year. Lots to look forward to.
Bring it on, new decade. Let’s see who I am at the next big milestone birthday.
But, you know, I did just finish reading Pride and Prejudice for the seventh time. Once a year, every year, since I was thirteen. Some things, with age, will never change. :)
The Great Gatsby Adventures, Part 2390.
Remember Monsters, Inc? Remember how the monsters were fueled by children’s screams?
I am 95% convinced my kitten operates on a similar system.
Gatsby’s new favourite hobby is hiding in funny places. He does not do this because he is afraid of things. No, no. He is much too maniacal for this. He hides somewhere small, someplace he knows I don’t go on a uber-regular basis. His new favourite place is inside my super awkward coat closet. Why do I go in a coat closet when it’s 90 outside? I don’t. He knows that.
He sits. And waits. And then, just when I least expect it… HE ATTACKS.
Not maliciously. He doesn’t want to hurt me. I am convinced his goal is just to make me scream as loud as possible.
He jumps on my face when I sleep.
He jumped into the shower this morning. While I was showering. Sixteen hours later, he’s STILL acting like I tried to kill him.
He occasionally just lingers in the kitchen out of sight and then will just RUN AND JUMP ONTO MY SHOULDER. Like a parrot. A big, jumping, parrot who can’t talk.
Currently, my all-white kitten is laying on the frame of my also white bed against my white wall. I maintain he is trying to camouflage himself so that he can attack again soon.I’m on to you, innocent looking kitten.
It’s been one of those days.
Sometimes something hurts you. And you deal with it. And you forget it. Not forget it, necessarily. But… you move on.
And you stop thinking about it.
But then someone, harmlessly, without even knowing… brings it up. And then you can’t stop thinking about it all over again.
And it’s like the band-aid got ripped off only to find you’re not as healed as you thought you were.
Damn straight he is. I would abandon all my morals for Andrew Rannells. Just saying.
New Kitty.
Things Gatsby (my name of the day) really enjoys:
- Waking me up at 4 am
- Sleeping on my laptop’s trackpad
- Feathers on a stick
- Meeting everyone
- Cuddling with everyone
- The My Fair Lady soundtrack
- Typing. Especially when I’m Facebook chatting people.
- Sitting in the shower (weirdo.)
Things Gatsby really does not enjoy:
- The noise my fridge makes
- Being ignored
- Not being allowed to eat chocolate
- Not being allowed to scratch up my carpeting
- Not being allowed to do things
- Sleeping past 4 am
- Sleeping more than three hours at a time.
- Sleeping at any time I am sleeping
HP 7.2
My mom started reading the first book to me, until I got too impatient and read it myself.
Chamber of Secrets reaffirmed my fear of snakes.
I finished Prisoner of Azkaban and wished I had an adult in my life as cool as Sirius.
I vividly remember staying up way past my bedtime to finish Goblet of Fire. I was also eternally thankful to JK Rowling for putting “HER-MY-OH-KNEE” into Goblet of Fire because then I knew how to say it.
I was in London for the release of Order of the Phoenix, which still is one of the coolest experiences ever.
In fact, I got yelled at by my father because we were in at the British Museum and all I wanted to do was read Harry Potter.
The Half-Blood Prince was the first time I bawled over a character dying.
I put off finishing The Deathly Hallows because I couldn’t accept that it was the end.
I was very upset on my 11th birthday when I did not get my Hogwarts letter.
For years, every Christmas = a bag of Bertie Botts Every Flavor Beans.
I’ve run into the wall for Platform 9 3/4 at King’s Cross on two separate occasions (much to the chagrin of my father), and I will never stop believing that Hogwarts is on the other side.
Thanks for the childhood, Harry/Ron/Hermione. I don’t care what anyone says… it’s not over tonight. It’s not ever going to be over.
MISCHIEF MANAGED.
