Writing.

So much has happened in my lfie since I last posted a real, essay post.

And there's so much to blog about in life.

I could tell you about how I saw a sign for a $5 sandwich right enxt to a sign for a $5 phone, and how weird I think that is, or how odd it is that pretty much all the guys who do theatre are gay, or why theatre people are so judgemental, and yet so much more accepting than everyone else.

There's so much to write about, and so little time.

So, instead, I'll write about.. writing. And about how writing is a lot like giving speeches.

When you give a speech, you usually know who you're talking to. You can hear them, see them, feel their breath and their eyes, and almost smell them. The same really goes for writing, if you're good at visualizing. If you know who you want your audience to be when you write, you'll do well. I usually write for myself, or I write for a specific friend (nowadays, *ehem* Chris *ehem*) or I write for my English teacher, who will never read this blog, ever, as far as I know. Or I write for CJ or the unnamed creepy old guy who I'm sure peruses every blog.

Also, when you give a speech, you usually have it either already written down, or in your head. Hopefully you don't just walk into a public speaking position and just... improvise it all. The same thing happens in most writing. You go to open your blog/Word document/notebook, and you usually have some idea of what you're going to say. Of course, a large amount of it gets made up in both cases. The wording isn't quite right; you think of a fact or tidbit you like and want to add in (did you know that 88.6% of people believe anything if it has a percentage in it?) and in it goes. Who cares if it doesn't exactly follow your outline?

Enough of my rambling. I would say thanks and I love you all, but, it isn't in my script.

Dresses.

Here are some dress designs I've been working on the past few days.

Snape drawing.

These are some photos of a drawing I did of Severus Snape for art class. He's supposed to be in funny colors. Something about complementary colors and shades or something. All I know is I got to do Snape green.

Candy.

These are photos of candy, no duh.

Shout out.

Shout out to Chris, one of my two readers! HELLO CHRIS!

Harry Potter Poem.

I promised you this poem a loooong time ago, and here it is.




Severus


A tall man approaches, thin, lean.
Dark hair, greasy, shoulder length.
Long black cloak floating in the wind
As he stalks past the bookstore windows.
Severus Snape?

A short little girl scampers up, nervous, excited.
Curled hair, bouncy.
Beautiful silk purple dress robes swishing
As she giggles excitedly and bounds towards the man.

The electric lights of the bookstore flicker.
Buzz of excited Harry Potter fans fills the air.
A cold wind swooshes through the alley,
Fluttering posters and bringing aromatic scents:

The tang of ink and the glue that binds books.
Pine scent of hot, red, sealing wax.
Sweet, smooth smell of tea and coffee, highly sweetened.
Addicting, enticing aroma of slightly melted chocolate
Mixed with the light, rough whisper of wood shavings
From the wand stand.

Face uplifted, eager, crusty with face paint scrawling out
“Snape is Good.”
Face down turned. Calm, collected, pale. Severus’ doppelganger.
Sneering, raised eyebrow.

The girl mutters, voice squeaking,
“I believe in you, Professor Snape!”
The slow measured voice responds.
“I hope I am worthy of your trust,”
As he glides away, black cloak fluttering,
Bat like.

Busy.

Hellloooo. I'm sure you get tired of hearing it from pretty much every blogger on the net, but, sorry I haven't posted in a bit. Rehearsal and school and AAAAAHHHH!

I'm just feeling a bit frazzled. I have hardly any time for myself, and it's getting to me. I identify as a person who needs a couple hours of alone time to be centered and focused and healthy, and I don't have that now.

Blogging is all very good and nice, but it isn't the same as just having some time to sit and talk and think. It's more like another commitment.

So, I may not be blogging again for a bit. I mean, I absolutely love expressing myself and just talking and talking and talking to myself in my own little world, but, I can do that in real life, too. DOn't get me wrong! This blog is nowhere near over. I'll probably even type again this month. But it won't be as regular as it has been in the past.

Gracias.