will write again
me
Sunday, June 27, 2010
1985 Mercedes 300D
I have a car and his name is Stanley. Stanley is experiencing a midlife crisis. You see, he is almost 30 years old and in car years that like 55. Stanley loves to sing and by sing I mean screech his breaks. I love Stanley but sometimes I don't feel that he loves me back. Especially last night, see we had fight. I wanted him to start but he didn't want to. I tried and tried. I tried the radio and it came on. The lights also came on. Stanley! Try to turn on! Please! Try! But he wouldn't. Someone tried to give us a jump and Stanley refused. He would have no part in this peer mediation. So I ended up leaving him... in a parking lot.
Saturday, June 26, 2010
well, to be fair...
I'm back again! Miss me? Last time I wrote about my successful date and how I was asked if I'd like to go on a second one (yay). I also wrote that my ex DS and I were going to attempt to be friends who occasional go on one-on-one dates. Our first of these experiences was last night (Thursday). We went to a sushi bar and you know what? It was fun! Neither of us got sushi exactly, mine contained chicken instead of fish and he opted out of sushi completely and went for Teriyaki chicken. We also had Gyozo (pork pot stickers) and it was soooo good. I also realized that I had never really understood the NBA draft process before. I seriously think that he explained it to me like 10 before I truly got it. Then we were saying the same things to each other in different words and by the end of it we just laughed because neither of us understood what the other was talking about.
Another great happening was judging my first show. I went and saw a retelling of Beauty and the Beast. Judging a children's play is both fun and challenging. It's always nice to see young people in their first attempts at showing the world that they can emote and do more than play a sport. But, at the same time it can be painful. Choreographers forget that just because they are children doesn't mean that the performers should spend a six minute song doing one long box step. There is also the problem of male leads that whose voices are changing not to mention rowdy audiences. it was a good experience all the same. I learned and that is the same that the kids are doing: learning.
Watching the show also made me realize how spoiled I was with the youth theatre I grew up with. we had professional directors, musical directors and choreographers. For instance I have done 3 shows with a women who currently choreographs shows for Disney around the world, box step we did not. And, the director has performed for the like s of Michael Jackson, the Wayans Brothers and Saudi Arabian dynasty. I was very, very spoiled. So I am determined to not judge the youth shows that I see to other theatres but within itself instead. If the dance moves were really simple and someone still flubs them, points off. I won't penalize the kids on the adults' jobs; it isn't their fault that the costumes don't fit. It is however their job to know the lines.
I want to be a fair judge, like Solomon. Don't worry, I won't be cutting any babies up. Tomorrow, I get to judge my second show. Yay!
Another great happening was judging my first show. I went and saw a retelling of Beauty and the Beast. Judging a children's play is both fun and challenging. It's always nice to see young people in their first attempts at showing the world that they can emote and do more than play a sport. But, at the same time it can be painful. Choreographers forget that just because they are children doesn't mean that the performers should spend a six minute song doing one long box step. There is also the problem of male leads that whose voices are changing not to mention rowdy audiences. it was a good experience all the same. I learned and that is the same that the kids are doing: learning.
Watching the show also made me realize how spoiled I was with the youth theatre I grew up with. we had professional directors, musical directors and choreographers. For instance I have done 3 shows with a women who currently choreographs shows for Disney around the world, box step we did not. And, the director has performed for the like s of Michael Jackson, the Wayans Brothers and Saudi Arabian dynasty. I was very, very spoiled. So I am determined to not judge the youth shows that I see to other theatres but within itself instead. If the dance moves were really simple and someone still flubs them, points off. I won't penalize the kids on the adults' jobs; it isn't their fault that the costumes don't fit. It is however their job to know the lines.
I want to be a fair judge, like Solomon. Don't worry, I won't be cutting any babies up. Tomorrow, I get to judge my second show. Yay!
will write again
me
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
good times ahead!! this is not a drill
I know, I know it's Tuesday night and I'm only just now getting to you. I'm sorry! definitely one of those times when life took over and wouldn't give me a minute to myself to jot down my thoughts and share them with you. Forgive me? You do? I knew you would! Oh, honey I love you too.
So much happened, where should I start? My date? Well, we decided that he would pick me up from my place at 8. That's kind of a late start of me, but hey I wasn't driving so who cares. While I was getting ready for that night, he text me saying that he was going to be like 10 minutes late. Gents, take a note, this is good a thing. He didn't just show up late making me wonder if I was being stood up in the mean time. Once he showed we were off to the strip mall! Dinner was littered with fun and interesting conversation and in the movie the only parts of us that touched the other were our shoulders. Then he took me home and didn't even ask to come in.
The whole night was incredibly laid back which both surprised and excited me. I have known ET (yes those are his initials, get over it) since I was like a freshman or a sophomore in high school. He seemed to always be with a different girl. The guy that all of the girls wanted to tame. That happens in real life you know, especially when the guy is one of the few straight ones in musical theatre. Other girls flocked to him and so I avoided him. Not that it was hard to do. ET always treated me like I was a little girl even though we're only a couple of years apart. He was rumored to be the love 'em (or at least pretend to) and leave 'em type.
But that night that we were out he didn't try a thing, not even to hold my hand or "accidentally" graze my knee. None of the crap I've seen him pull for years on other girls. Now guys, we recently did a show together and during all of this I'd gotten shoulder rubs and bear hugs. Last night, though? Nothing. What does it all mean? I don't know. But I do know, however, that he did ask me out again! Yay me.
The 22nd was also my mother's birthday! I love you mom. When you move to Virginia, if C decides to follow you, you have my permission to date him. That is my birthday gift to you.
So much happened, where should I start? My date? Well, we decided that he would pick me up from my place at 8. That's kind of a late start of me, but hey I wasn't driving so who cares. While I was getting ready for that night, he text me saying that he was going to be like 10 minutes late. Gents, take a note, this is good a thing. He didn't just show up late making me wonder if I was being stood up in the mean time. Once he showed we were off to the strip mall! Dinner was littered with fun and interesting conversation and in the movie the only parts of us that touched the other were our shoulders. Then he took me home and didn't even ask to come in.
The whole night was incredibly laid back which both surprised and excited me. I have known ET (yes those are his initials, get over it) since I was like a freshman or a sophomore in high school. He seemed to always be with a different girl. The guy that all of the girls wanted to tame. That happens in real life you know, especially when the guy is one of the few straight ones in musical theatre. Other girls flocked to him and so I avoided him. Not that it was hard to do. ET always treated me like I was a little girl even though we're only a couple of years apart. He was rumored to be the love 'em (or at least pretend to) and leave 'em type.
But that night that we were out he didn't try a thing, not even to hold my hand or "accidentally" graze my knee. None of the crap I've seen him pull for years on other girls. Now guys, we recently did a show together and during all of this I'd gotten shoulder rubs and bear hugs. Last night, though? Nothing. What does it all mean? I don't know. But I do know, however, that he did ask me out again! Yay me.
The 22nd was also my mother's birthday! I love you mom. When you move to Virginia, if C decides to follow you, you have my permission to date him. That is my birthday gift to you.
will write again
me
Monday, June 21, 2010
YUCK! and other stuff
I've got a followerer! Yay! That's one down the rest of the world to go. Just kidding. I don't want the whole world to read it.
Last time I wrote, I mentioned a person that may or may not have been flirting with me. Well the tallies are in and it was definately flirtation. We are going to go see that movie, you know the story with the toys in it. What tickled me about the whole thing is that he clarified that this was "a date."
I know what you're thinking. "You just got out of a relationship! Are you sure you're ready for this? It's so soon." Well, here's an update on that. After feeling awkward because I wanted to share with him the random things that bring me joy during the day and couldn't, I called him up and told him how I felt. I hated how I was feeling. It was down right sucky for the lack of a better word. I told him that I missed being able to text him first thing in the morning "good morning :D I hope your day is wonderful." And you know what? He said that he felt the same way, that something amazing happened at work and he wanted to share it with me but then felt that he shouldn't. So we kinda worked things out. Now, are we officially a couple again? No. We are not operating with labels. This time around we are going to take things ssslllooowwww-er. We are going to deal witht the pressure of me flying quite literally accross the country to meet his parents brother and sister. Instead of planning every second, we'll let it be more organic.
In all of that, I asked him if we were going to be exclusive. He said that we didn't have to be. Hence, my date to see the story about toys. Now reader don't worry, I'm not expecting or even wanting this date to be anything serious. I just want to have fun! Ladies, isn't it fun to feel wanted?! (Guys, the answer to that is "yes". We want to feel wanted.)
Now the yuck part of the day. I have been in bed since about 11 this morning in pain and restlessness and when I wasn't in bed, I was crouched with my knees to my chest and my head in the toilet. It was so bad that I couldn't even keep down the meds that were supposed to help! Sadness. Complete and utter sadness. However thanks to hulu and facebook I was able to keep tabs on friends and rediscover some of my favorite cancelled tv shows. So, because I suffered today, I expect Monday to be fabulous and my date to be fun, fun, fun!
Last time I wrote, I mentioned a person that may or may not have been flirting with me. Well the tallies are in and it was definately flirtation. We are going to go see that movie, you know the story with the toys in it. What tickled me about the whole thing is that he clarified that this was "a date."
I know what you're thinking. "You just got out of a relationship! Are you sure you're ready for this? It's so soon." Well, here's an update on that. After feeling awkward because I wanted to share with him the random things that bring me joy during the day and couldn't, I called him up and told him how I felt. I hated how I was feeling. It was down right sucky for the lack of a better word. I told him that I missed being able to text him first thing in the morning "good morning :D I hope your day is wonderful." And you know what? He said that he felt the same way, that something amazing happened at work and he wanted to share it with me but then felt that he shouldn't. So we kinda worked things out. Now, are we officially a couple again? No. We are not operating with labels. This time around we are going to take things ssslllooowwww-er. We are going to deal witht the pressure of me flying quite literally accross the country to meet his parents brother and sister. Instead of planning every second, we'll let it be more organic.
In all of that, I asked him if we were going to be exclusive. He said that we didn't have to be. Hence, my date to see the story about toys. Now reader don't worry, I'm not expecting or even wanting this date to be anything serious. I just want to have fun! Ladies, isn't it fun to feel wanted?! (Guys, the answer to that is "yes". We want to feel wanted.)
Now the yuck part of the day. I have been in bed since about 11 this morning in pain and restlessness and when I wasn't in bed, I was crouched with my knees to my chest and my head in the toilet. It was so bad that I couldn't even keep down the meds that were supposed to help! Sadness. Complete and utter sadness. However thanks to hulu and facebook I was able to keep tabs on friends and rediscover some of my favorite cancelled tv shows. So, because I suffered today, I expect Monday to be fabulous and my date to be fun, fun, fun!
will write again
me
Sunday, June 20, 2010
Um... yeah
Today was... interesting. I spent a good portion of it straightening my hair which, if you have ever done this to a black girl's hair, is annoying. But today wasn't so so bad because I was excited to go to my friend TK's* birthday party. I put on some make-up which I never do, so TK if you are reading, feel special.
Oh! Before I forget, my callback was great the other day. Thanks for asking. I had a lot of fun and it was especially great because my friend AH was there. We were called into the same group to read which was wonderful. He keeps me in stitches! A little side bar on AH he is a 6 ft something beautiful guy who literally was prince charming, at the Mouse Parks anyway. Anyway, we both rocked the callback and I made a new friend.
Back to TK's party. We went to Ernie's Karaoke and Pool in Scottsdale. Now that was fun! I sang Home from The Wiz. I could barely hear, but I was recieved well which rocked my socks. I also think that I was being hit on at the party, but it's hard to be sure beacuse of who it was. I couldn't tell if he was just wanting to talk to someone -anyone- or if he had a purpose. Then the texting marathon began. ; )
*I have decided that rather than use people's names in my blog I will use initials instead, to protect them from blah blah blah.
Oh! Before I forget, my callback was great the other day. Thanks for asking. I had a lot of fun and it was especially great because my friend AH was there. We were called into the same group to read which was wonderful. He keeps me in stitches! A little side bar on AH he is a 6 ft something beautiful guy who literally was prince charming, at the Mouse Parks anyway. Anyway, we both rocked the callback and I made a new friend.
Back to TK's party. We went to Ernie's Karaoke and Pool in Scottsdale. Now that was fun! I sang Home from The Wiz. I could barely hear, but I was recieved well which rocked my socks. I also think that I was being hit on at the party, but it's hard to be sure beacuse of who it was. I couldn't tell if he was just wanting to talk to someone -anyone- or if he had a purpose. Then the texting marathon began. ; )
will write again
me
*I have decided that rather than use people's names in my blog I will use initials instead, to protect them from blah blah blah.
Friday, June 18, 2010
The first couple of steps
So, I've never written one of these before. I've never been able to keep a diary either, but I promise to anyone who reads this to be honest and to write often. I won't say everyday because, well, I'm human and life may prevent it. But if life interrupts my writing I'll be sure to fill you in as soon as I can.
Okay, now that that's out of the way it's time to start. The title of my blog comes from the book "My Love, My Love: Or The Peasant Girl" by Rosa Guy. Everytime that the main character Desiree feels overwhelmed by something and needing the courage to go on, she tells herself to "put one foot out, the other will follow." Basically she tells herself to just do it, keep going. Things will work out if you remember to take it one step at a time.
The past couple of days, this quote has been very helpful to me. See, my boyfriend broke up with saying that he "doesn't relate to me anymore." I don't know what that means exactly but after crying over it for a few hours Desiree's saying came to me. I would get through it one step at a time.
First step: Stop crying. Yes, we were together for 8 months. Yes, it hurts to loose him. And yes, this totally came out of left field and hit me in the chest. But I won't let it kill me; I have way too much stuff I want to get in done before I turn 25.
Second Step: Keeping my life in motion. So what if we broke up the day before a big callback? I need to rock the callback! This girl needs to pay the bills.
Third Step: Learn to be "just friends?" Okay so that one isn't so easy, but I'm working on it.
Okay, now that that's out of the way it's time to start. The title of my blog comes from the book "My Love, My Love: Or The Peasant Girl" by Rosa Guy. Everytime that the main character Desiree feels overwhelmed by something and needing the courage to go on, she tells herself to "put one foot out, the other will follow." Basically she tells herself to just do it, keep going. Things will work out if you remember to take it one step at a time.
The past couple of days, this quote has been very helpful to me. See, my boyfriend broke up with saying that he "doesn't relate to me anymore." I don't know what that means exactly but after crying over it for a few hours Desiree's saying came to me. I would get through it one step at a time.
First step: Stop crying. Yes, we were together for 8 months. Yes, it hurts to loose him. And yes, this totally came out of left field and hit me in the chest. But I won't let it kill me; I have way too much stuff I want to get in done before I turn 25.
Second Step: Keeping my life in motion. So what if we broke up the day before a big callback? I need to rock the callback! This girl needs to pay the bills.
Third Step: Learn to be "just friends?" Okay so that one isn't so easy, but I'm working on it.
will write again
me
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