Enchantment Passing Through

Good day, all. Allow me to update from my long gap of absence.

Well, I've started school again. Late, due to my family having to fly up to Canada for my uncle's funeral the week school started.

If it couldn't be any worse, I had to scrabble to make up all that darn homework. Speaking of....I still need to get that one quiz made up. Damn.

Well, the good thing about school starting is the new creative pressure put uopn me. I am working toward finishing my Mirrormask fanfic, for one thing. Not that anyone here has seen it except Dylan and Beffy. But that's only cuz I made them watch it. Chorus and drama, though, is a refreshing plunge for my muse. English and history, too, has been working on my writing. Interestingly, I've had a lot of oppurtunities to express my opinion on religion (which is something I haven't really expressed in a class setting). In English we are reading "The Crucible", which is about the Salem Witch Trials, and in US History on Thursday, my teacher got us to do a "sermon" on what America needs to "wake up" to. It really is interesting to talk to people and hearing their views on life, history, literature, etc. It's a pasttime I thoroughly enjoy.
Choir and drama are doing well, even though my voice is still kinda kjdfhgkljdb because of this flu plague sweeping the school. No one's died, thankfully. Yet.

But here we've arrived to the point of this blog. Our drama and choir classes finally found out what our musical is gonna be: Elton John and Tom Rice's "Aida".

Now, there's a few things you should know about my school's musicals. Because my school is private, we have a goodly amount of money for programs such as school trips, fundraisers, prom, and school plays. We have our own theatre, and so for our musicals we have professional lighting, costumes, make-up artists, and even our own orchestra. My school also hires a professional cameraman to record it and make copies to sell.

So, for someone who is insanely obsessed with theatre and has only been in two musicals (one in elementary, the other high school), this is, like, a dream come true for me; an amazing experiance.

I am not an outstanding singer. I can hit a note, and am an exceptional sight-reader, but I don't have the kind of voice that would make a crowd swoon; although part of me desperately wishes I did XD.

Maybe I'm shooting too high to get this kind of part in a musical. There are plenty more girls who are amazing singers and can act to boot. But I really want, and am aiming to scrabble for, the part of Aida. I have only three things going for me; there are no black actresses in my school (okay, that's not really one :D), Aida's voice is right where mine is, and, of course, I'm a pretty good actress.

A lot of people I know are excited for this, but as far as I have noticed, not a lot of girls seem as enthusiastic and anxious to try this out as I am. Hell, I've got almost the entire flippin soundtrack on my iPod. Yes, I'll admit I've sung--loudly--with it in my attic.
Part of me thinks that I have a good chance. The other parts are critical, seeing as I don't have a lot of experiance with musicals.

But you know what? I've talked to my mom, and she suggested that maybe I could get a voice coach to help me strengthen my voice. So my choir teacher is looking around for someone who can teach me good technique. Aida's character, too, is passionate and independant; a part easy for me to slide into. I just need to work on the mindset. Maybe these things will push me further to my goal.

I hate to ever sound full of myself, but there it is. I want this part. Really, really badly. Maybe some people won't believe this, but I've never wanted a part more in my life. That's why I'm going to try my utmost to make it.

I'm sure there are other girls who will want it, but maybe my stubborn drive will allow me to be Aida. All I can do is hope, work my ass off, and make sure I don't shirk from my other responsibilities.

A talent/confidence-boosting spell or two wouldn't hurt, either. ;)

What of Dreams?

Well, another day in the life of...well, me. Quick update for anyone not in the know-how:

I'm in a lot of creative endeavors at the moment and I struggling not to feel too panicked. I am a main part of the Shakesperian play "A Midsummer Night's Dream", doing a duet act for the drama festival, I'm performing in the choir festival (which is right after the drama festival), and I just finished writing a shakesperian sonnet for a contest today. And, of course, there is always that necsissary evil; homework.

As many of you know, I'm not the best of organizers *cough*. BUT, I have everything under control.

So far.

ANYWAY, since I know you all are just dying to read that sonnet I mentioned earlier, here it is:

What of Dreams?

Soft is the slip of the mind into dreams-
The soul is awash to that swirling pool;
Light is veiled, the sun surrenders its beams
An' the journey is set by Queen Mab's spool.
She unravels the thread of time and space:
Drift, dear dreamer, to Avalon's shore,
Where pixies' play and witches' dance unlace
Your earthly troubles evermore, e'ermore.
The Moon strikes shadows to hide the mys'tries,
And her strings of silver alight the ground
To reveal the glitter of fairy trees
Before the harps of the morning sound.
Though all dreams must end, and journeys must too;
Their whisper of magic will stay with you

Yeah, I hope I get placed. :D

Well, speaking of homework, I need to work on some Animal Farm questions for English. Lots of love to everyone!!!!!!

Lisette

The Difference Between Martyrdom and Suicide is the Press Coverage

First blog on my blog! How extremely exciting. Although it is most likely that only a few friends and family will be reading this. But hey; that's the beauty of spilling your guts on the internet.



Well, maybe beauty isn't the right word.



Anyway, what better to post than posting a post that you posted before about something deep and thoughtful? I thought so.



This is an old MySpace Blog entry/ies. All bundled and jumbled for your reading pleasure.



Everywhere in the world you find people who never move more than 50 miles, or less, from their hometown. Especially here, in the 'Southern United States, a ridiculous amount of people are so scared of new things, new places, new people, that they live in the same towns, raise the same families, do the same jobs, live the same damn life as their parents, their parents' parents, etc. etc. It's ridiculous. The cycle of closed-mindedness and fear is hurting our society. People don't care for the world. Either that or they are so inexperianced that they've built this fantasy, stereotypical world around themselves to fill in the gaps.



And what's feeding this? TV. I'm not dead against news stations, but isn't it true that people are satisfied with learning "what's going on in the world" in a TV, taking what's being fed to them by nearly staged performances? Along with news stations, people tend to only know about other countries, other people, other states for that matter, only by movies, cartoons, sitcoms, etc. Therefore, children along with adults haare learning about stereotypes, which is offending in my opinion.



I must admit, it's not technology that's cutting people off from the world. Quite the contrary, I believe. It's actually making it much easier. However, it does cut people off from experiancing the world. Looking back on these short paragraphs however, I realize that this is quite redundant. I'm not going to convince adults with this.



But I can convice my generation. Humans have a natural urge to learn, gather information, experiance. Pride, easy-money, and welfare sufficates this urge. Many teens these days don't want to learn (though we are getting better at it). Why? Because they're afraid of making mistakes. How screwed up is that? We're human, and as humans, we mess up. We don't want to mess up, but we do. Some people are smarter than others, but does that mean that all those other kids who don't care about learning in schools and believe they'll be happy digging ditches for the rest of their lives can never experiance life? There are lessons of life that you can't learn in a classroom. And anyone can learn them if they really care to.



I've moved recently to Argentina. I left my home, and so many people I care about. I moved once before, to italy, but I never had any connections with my previous home. I just...went with the flow, you know?



But this time I actually felt something. I did not try to distance myself from anyone or anything this time. I feel a loss, and I've cried about it. I feel human, not just someone who wants to go with the flow, someone whose emotions adapt instantly to new circumstances. I don't want to helplessly accept that I will never see these people again, to forget the memories so easily. I want to be dragged kicking and screaming away from the people I love. I want to fight circumstances tooth and nail, even if there is no hope of changing them. I want to wrestle out of my mother's grasp just to hug and kiss my love one last time.



You know what? I'm just going to let you, the reader, into my mind for a second. See what I see. See if what I see is something that pulls at you. 'Cause it sure as hell pulls at me.



I want to live.



I want to see the Northern Lights in the barren white wastelands of the Artic.



I want to see the fantasy-like spirals on the roofs in Russia and Moracco. Hear the roar of an open ocean, with no human life for hundreds of miles in any direction. I want to learn a new language. I want to write a song about love, life, and absolute morphine-filled happiness and fire. I want to feel the vibrations of the world's biggest cities, with millions of souls mingling with mine, knowing that we are all connected. Even if some of us never know it.



I want to live.



I want to feel my heart break at the sight of the lowest of human situations. I want to meet people, catch a glimpse of thier soul even if I only know how to say 'Hi', or even less, in their native tongue. I want to speed down a clear interstate with nothing but the top down and my voice mingling with my favorite artist. I want to get a henna tattoo in India, and a blessed rosary from Rome. I want to get a snake for a pet and name him Steve after the Crocodile Hunter--God Bless his soul XD.



I want to live.



I want to learn the intoxicating tango, to swordfight like the great fictional and real swashbucklers of the past. I want to shop in the colorful, vibrant markets in Dahli, Mexico City, and Paris. I want to eat exotic cuisine which names I can't pronounce. I want to climb mountains, sky-dive, bunjee-jump, risk my skin with no remorse. I want to have a Divine Experiance. I want to see things I'm not 'supposed' to see. I want to climb Mount Everest and yell my love's name to the Heavens.



I want to live.



I want to write a novel. I want to act in a major blockbuster. I want to see the glaringly whitewashed, blue-roofed houses of Greece. I want to settle down with my soul mate. I want to raise the best family on earth. I want to make a difference in the world. I want to die fufilled and happy.....and in something gloriously romantic, like an epic battle. I want to love. I want to live.



I will.