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You know, I am getting tired of Christine's hair being dark, long, and curly. I don't get it. I had my hair dark, long, and curly. I like to tie it up a little, but it's a little short. It's interesting in the musical of Les Miserables has the stars's hair like that, but when she grows up it gets dark .. or wait, that's the book .. dunno.
Wednesday, December 3, 2014
Nite Again
I should go to bed, wanna wake up at 3. Oh noes, should be safe, a quiet nite for my head. I don't know what to think about. I can keep trying to calm down my mind.
Stream of Consciousness
Yes, I did poetry and drama in high school. They were clubs and Talented classes.
I did some things wrong, and it makes me feel bad, like dangerous. It may affect others, so that is sad how that turned out that way. There are other ways to live a good life. Like, I told my mom's age on my website but didn't tell anyone I knew.. I figured I didn't have to listen and that it was important. I never thought to show it off altogether before. I think that's when I took it down. It was hard to think when I moved to Orlando. Have that happen to you? My mom made it happen, too.
What else?
I forgot to mail my cousin in Indonesia for almost 20 years. Charlie and the Chocolate Factory came out, and I thought my life was an experiment. I was 19.
What else?? Um.. I said, "Oh, no," when my dad came home. I can't see how I would be punished so harshly rather than just say no, when I stopped. It was like a split joke and to be fun but maybe slipped. The music teacher's daughter got glasses, and it came out of me without planning.nor thinking, "I'd rather go blind than wear glasses."
I flunked college after my 1st year.
I bought stuff with store cards and my parents stopped sending in allowances for it.
I cursed about noises in my room and about my dad bothering me all the time.
I thought someone wanted me to call them the n word..
I posted my brother's pix online, which he did go online but without me. I wonder if he didn't like me with him in tennis and same martial arts.. I thought it was my right and could not think. I don't know why I thought these things were jokes.
I've thought of bad words when made mad, even to Gramma, who thought bad things to me I would think to say really in how she acted, tho she deserves to be treated well and isn't that guilty I guess. I just miss my Gramma. I should realize "everyone does it" I realized just now.
The list may go on to other things that are iffy.
I did some things wrong, and it makes me feel bad, like dangerous. It may affect others, so that is sad how that turned out that way. There are other ways to live a good life. Like, I told my mom's age on my website but didn't tell anyone I knew.. I figured I didn't have to listen and that it was important. I never thought to show it off altogether before. I think that's when I took it down. It was hard to think when I moved to Orlando. Have that happen to you? My mom made it happen, too.
What else?
I forgot to mail my cousin in Indonesia for almost 20 years. Charlie and the Chocolate Factory came out, and I thought my life was an experiment. I was 19.
What else?? Um.. I said, "Oh, no," when my dad came home. I can't see how I would be punished so harshly rather than just say no, when I stopped. It was like a split joke and to be fun but maybe slipped. The music teacher's daughter got glasses, and it came out of me without planning.nor thinking, "I'd rather go blind than wear glasses."
I flunked college after my 1st year.
I bought stuff with store cards and my parents stopped sending in allowances for it.
I cursed about noises in my room and about my dad bothering me all the time.
I thought someone wanted me to call them the n word..
I posted my brother's pix online, which he did go online but without me. I wonder if he didn't like me with him in tennis and same martial arts.. I thought it was my right and could not think. I don't know why I thought these things were jokes.
I've thought of bad words when made mad, even to Gramma, who thought bad things to me I would think to say really in how she acted, tho she deserves to be treated well and isn't that guilty I guess. I just miss my Gramma. I should realize "everyone does it" I realized just now.
The list may go on to other things that are iffy.
Crazy Stuff I Know
If you dance well, it will make your voice more attractive. I got my singing voice from gymnastics classes since age 1 3/4.
Auditions
I think it's important and exciting to get into who the next big Broadway singing star is. I am wondering if there will be a 30th Anniversary The Phantom of the Opera, as well. I'll be 30. They need to start rehearsing now. I couldn't find anything online. I might not make it if they start rehearsing now. They had a notice for auditions for the US tour, I think in NYC this month. I only just begun singing lessons.
My Present Talents
I can create an idea in art and was a good traer.
About other things, I am working on that. I want to make a CD, but I don't want to ruin it for someone else, like the way it bowls over.
About other things, I am working on that. I want to make a CD, but I don't want to ruin it for someone else, like the way it bowls over.
I can still do it.. "LIE!"
It's just not as good. I haven't picked up a paint brush, and I live in a mess. I can't afford a shelf, yet, neither.
The Wasted Years of My Young Adulthood
It's like a billboard. People sing when they're in their 30s and 40s. They even have roles in Broadway/West End..
I should have had more guidance, like okay you wanna be on film and also sing and do ballet. "I can help you." That's easy. I just get stuck alone with "no" going thru my mind as my dreams never come to any fruition, my old talents in art and such, as well. I am not a painter, but I know about feelings of art. Who doesn't?
I should have had more guidance, like okay you wanna be on film and also sing and do ballet. "I can help you." That's easy. I just get stuck alone with "no" going thru my mind as my dreams never come to any fruition, my old talents in art and such, as well. I am not a painter, but I know about feelings of art. Who doesn't?
Learning to Do Something Wrong
It can be true.
I was in choir. I sang while I played. I didn't practice every day. I had too much homework and I had different activities, which went on to include music school. It's good to take privately so it's not opera alone. I guess you can chose.
I was able to run around the house and altered my spotlight lamp lights. I would dance to Andrew Lloyd Webber's often Cats and The Phantom of the Opera. I could be developed into a nice Christine. I didn't go online and post it, and people used to comment. I didn't really save it for me in a recording. I would sing the high notes with great ease. I cannot sing that high note now with vibrato and not at all all the time for some reason recently. It might be my psych/diabetes/cholesterol meds. I have more talent in some ways and sorta forgot who I was. I might visit where I used to live, tho. I can sing in my old choir. My piano teacher is in it. I sure hope those people move on if they want. I thought after a long time in singing you try and make it big or record. They may have.
I was in choir. I sang while I played. I didn't practice every day. I had too much homework and I had different activities, which went on to include music school. It's good to take privately so it's not opera alone. I guess you can chose.
I was able to run around the house and altered my spotlight lamp lights. I would dance to Andrew Lloyd Webber's often Cats and The Phantom of the Opera. I could be developed into a nice Christine. I didn't go online and post it, and people used to comment. I didn't really save it for me in a recording. I would sing the high notes with great ease. I cannot sing that high note now with vibrato and not at all all the time for some reason recently. It might be my psych/diabetes/cholesterol meds. I have more talent in some ways and sorta forgot who I was. I might visit where I used to live, tho. I can sing in my old choir. My piano teacher is in it. I sure hope those people move on if they want. I thought after a long time in singing you try and make it big or record. They may have.
On Singing
My voice warbles and sometimes gets stifled. Otherwise, I can sing. My vibrato tends to lap up against itself after awhile it seems. The thing is yes I technically sang something but then again I didn't as in I was in ballet and not $50/lesson private voice even in high school but not even a lot of ballet. I also did piano, which I think was $8/hour from and elderly friend. My major was piano. I felt so talented and signed up for and was in a program that required voice. They got rid of me after a year in that. I was distracted and lost my youthful talent and strength. I sing loudly, now.
A Big Turn
A lot of things went from powerhouses to being angelic as the celestial goal. I feel I am still young and not over the hill, but I feel sorta joked about my age. It's the age to expect to do great things. You build up over the years supposedly in chorus roles. I dunno. Only a few people seem to make it big in singing on Broadway.
Aim for Over and Above
Don't be afraid to be different, too.
Much is expected, not just the norm.
There's good, and then there's "really good.."
Much is expected, not just the norm.
There's good, and then there's "really good.."
Baby Steps
My singing voice is not as great as after the lesson, bit it's getting more pleasant and on target. My special expressive techniques are still in the water hole. They sorta come to me like a surround aura. Sometimes, it doesn't come. With the accuracy came expression, the ability to sing high notes as the accuracy in this case.
Story
Emma was a hi sprung girl. She was dressed in a yellow dress and yellow and white striped stockings. She had merry green boots. Her hair was curly and yellowish. She leaped around and said, "Welcome, children!"
The children all looked at her. "Today, I will take you to the bank. We will camp there at night for a s..special ssurprise!"
They all followed. Emma was 13, and the kids were mostly around 6 or 7..
She took hand of one girl and said, "Now, tell me, does the water on the bank at night.. f..righten you??" She looked at her with her 2 glaring eyes.
The girl responded, "I don't know.."
"Well," it's time to find out!" said Emma. She leaped over and grabbed a bucket, swooshed it thru the water and handed it to her accordingly.
Next, she took them down the dock, where the boats were. She looked right and then left and then at the children.
"Now, my dears, this is where the boats come .. and t..ake us away!"
They walked on further. There was an elegant cafe of colored glass windows.
"Now, be merry! This is where someone said to have seen the likeness of a T monster who loves to drink the l..etter T!"
Suddenly came up a huge catfish.
"Well, let's move along!"
Night came. Emma gave them a serenade with lemonade as the trade!!
The children played London Bridges, and for them it seemed it was great fun while it lasted. The older kids stared at the water.
There were more people there. 1 came back over to them. She was only 11, and her friend was 12. She was bent in deep sorrow that seemed to linger into tomorrow. She cut thru and went to Emma, who immediately embraced the 11-year-old with curly dark red hair and her green eyes, which were streaming in teariness, "Oh!" she said. Emma knew exactly the matter was. Finally the boat came. The year was 1633. Everyone got on. The children, no doubt, were in surprise yet under the care of Miss Emma. They all were in the ship which was run by pirates.
"Alas!" said Emma. "I am a sparkling pirate meeself, argh!" She swabbed the deck with a forceful heart. They caught fish and cooked it in a hole in the boat and ate it all.
"Jack Farrow!" she called.
"Coming, my dear," he simply replied naturally.
"Let's show these kids what it's all about!!"
They broke into a jig, and Emma sang while Jack was bending his knees up and down like a frog. They were all over the place.
The night was long and so was the talk. Emma was the captain, now.
"LAND HO!" said a child.
They all got off and were welcomed by royalty and went into a castle that must have been as big as a city. They were happy to be there for themselves and cared for each other how they could. They learned of many things of the law of the land and the entertainment there. It was an excellent time these Hollanders could swear. Where were they? Why they had traveled to Wales! They told many tales. They soaked in the beauty of the earth.
The children all looked at her. "Today, I will take you to the bank. We will camp there at night for a s..special ssurprise!"
They all followed. Emma was 13, and the kids were mostly around 6 or 7..
She took hand of one girl and said, "Now, tell me, does the water on the bank at night.. f..righten you??" She looked at her with her 2 glaring eyes.
The girl responded, "I don't know.."
"Well," it's time to find out!" said Emma. She leaped over and grabbed a bucket, swooshed it thru the water and handed it to her accordingly.
Next, she took them down the dock, where the boats were. She looked right and then left and then at the children.
"Now, my dears, this is where the boats come .. and t..ake us away!"
They walked on further. There was an elegant cafe of colored glass windows.
"Now, be merry! This is where someone said to have seen the likeness of a T monster who loves to drink the l..etter T!"
Suddenly came up a huge catfish.
"Well, let's move along!"
Night came. Emma gave them a serenade with lemonade as the trade!!
The children played London Bridges, and for them it seemed it was great fun while it lasted. The older kids stared at the water.
There were more people there. 1 came back over to them. She was only 11, and her friend was 12. She was bent in deep sorrow that seemed to linger into tomorrow. She cut thru and went to Emma, who immediately embraced the 11-year-old with curly dark red hair and her green eyes, which were streaming in teariness, "Oh!" she said. Emma knew exactly the matter was. Finally the boat came. The year was 1633. Everyone got on. The children, no doubt, were in surprise yet under the care of Miss Emma. They all were in the ship which was run by pirates.
"Alas!" said Emma. "I am a sparkling pirate meeself, argh!" She swabbed the deck with a forceful heart. They caught fish and cooked it in a hole in the boat and ate it all.
"Jack Farrow!" she called.
"Coming, my dear," he simply replied naturally.
"Let's show these kids what it's all about!!"
They broke into a jig, and Emma sang while Jack was bending his knees up and down like a frog. They were all over the place.
The night was long and so was the talk. Emma was the captain, now.
"LAND HO!" said a child.
They all got off and were welcomed by royalty and went into a castle that must have been as big as a city. They were happy to be there for themselves and cared for each other how they could. They learned of many things of the law of the land and the entertainment there. It was an excellent time these Hollanders could swear. Where were they? Why they had traveled to Wales! They told many tales. They soaked in the beauty of the earth.
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