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Saturday, July 19th, 2008
stephsayss
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8:15p
her talent was "terrifying" - orson welles
I won't be on here tomorrow because we'll be heading over to a hotel near the airport tomorrow. We have to get up early on the 21st to leave for Washington D.C. So here's my tribute because I can't miss it!
Tomorrow would have been my favorite person's 70th birthday. She came and went before my own time but that doesn't make a difference. She had it all. I've only been exposed to her work for about two years now but it feels like forever. I first saw her in Miracle on 34th Street when I was younger but back then I didn't know anything about the actors. I just remember loving that movie to bits. I then picked up West Side Story one evening because I remember my mom telling me that she just adored it and plus, I was going through the "i love musicals" phase - which I have never left. I didn't think much of Natalie in that until after I checked the credits and made the connection that Maria was little Susan Walker. I couldn't believe it was the same person! Then I went out on a limb and bought Rebel Without a Cause because 1) I heard it was a classic 2) It would be my 1st James Dean film 3) Natalie was in it and 4) it was on sale! I was hooked from that point on.
Despite only being 5'1" more or less, she was one strong lady. She was in the movie business for practically her entire life, was raped, and had the stage mother from hell. She tore the wings of butterflys to make Natalie cry on cue, told her that everyone was out to poison her, pushed her into the movie biz, refused medical treatment when Natalie broke her wrist - leaving a slight deformity that she covered for the rest of her life with braclets, and made her fear nearly everything - especially dark water. Supposedly before Natalie's birth, a gypsy predicted that Natalie's mother would drown and that her second child (Natalie) would become a world famous beauty. Thanks to her mother, this fear got passed to Natalie. She went through several years of analysis and came out stronger than ever. I always think about her mother whenever I get angry at my mom. In comparison, I have no reason to be angry, lol. She was one tough cookie and I really admire her strength. So thank you, Natalie.
Happy Birthday Natalia Nikolaevna Zakharenko aka Natasha Gurdin aka Natalie Wood!
July 20, 1938 - November 29, 1981
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current mood:  happy
current music: all or nothing at all - Frank Sinatra
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musical_junkie
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2:08p
Guess who just scored...
...an amazing babysitting gig? In mid-August before I leave for school, I'm "nanny-ing" for a boy named Kevin. For six days. And nights. Money money money. MONEY! Yay!
Babysitting is the best way to rake in the dough. And, it's flexible. I babysat from 8:30-1:30 today and made $42. I love babysitting. Plus, the one and only time I ever babysat Kevin he was an easy job. (Coincidentally, the night I babysat for Kevin was the night I started The Weekly Adventures of John Gallagher Jr.)
After Monk and Psych last night (which were AMAZING, by the way, and I'll be blogging about them later), I started writing an American Dreams fanfic called "Black, White, and Green." I'm going to try to finish it tonight.
More on Monk, Psych, Mamma Mia, and Dr. Horrible Act III later.
current mood:  working
current music: Scrubs, Season One
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marianne
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7:18p
I Like!
 Q & A
Me: What is the plastic thing around the drummer called?
JC: A shield.
Me: A drummerquarium!*
Drummerquarium. I love the way how the word rolls off my tongue. Drummerquarium. Drummerquarium. Drummerquarium. The word's coined by Jon Acuff of Stuff Christians Like (my favourite blog of the moment) in this post. Really. I googled it just to check. (Yes, I like the word THAT much.) There's also a whole post dedicated to Fishbowling the Drummer but it's not called a drummerquarium yet in that one.
But anyway, Stuff Christians Like is tongue-in-cheek look at church culture, like Hand Raising Worship - The 10 Styles, our obsession with Willow Tree Figures and the trials and tribulations of the sound person (in Haiku form, no less). But he also addresses other deeper issues such as porn, shrinking God and hiding our hurts and sins. It's a good read that not only makes me laugh but makes me reflect and being able to do that all in one blog is a good thing. Yep, this is something I definitely like!
*This was a real exchange that occurred in church via scribbles on the church bulletin. Of course not during the sermon! *gasp* I would never think of passing notes during the sermon! No, really, I wrote it during the annoucements. Really!
Ps. See JC, I'd told you I'd write about you!
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musical_junkie
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12:17a
Is it wrong...
...that I got all kinds of giddy when I saw the Mutant Enemy logo at the end of Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along blog act III? Because I did.
Also, I'm still looking for input as to what fic to write first.
current mood:  mellow
current music: Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog
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(comment on this) Friday, July 18th, 2008
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dimethirwen
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9:50a
*finishes Strangers in Paradise*
Please excuse me while I go laugh, cry, hug someone, leap for joy, kiss a baby, weep uncontrollably, and make love to a beautiful woman.
current mood:  awake
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musical_junkie
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12:16p
I am wearing...
...a most unattractive outfit today. I've got my super fancy teal BOATMEAL shirt on with navy blue Soffes. Normally, my BOATMEAL shirt is fancy enough to make any outfit look good, but it's no where near fancy enough to combat my Soffes. But, hey, it's laundry day, and I only have three pairs of Summer pants (jean capris--it's too hot for pants, and I almost never wear shorts out of the house) and they all are in desperate need of laundering.
I'm reminded of a scene from Gilmore Girls where Rory goes over to the grandparents for dinner and she's got on a weird outfit and explains that it's laundry day, and Emily finds that fascinating.
Apart from laundry, my objectives for the day are:
-start on my essay for ASC (this involves picking the question I'm writing on and doing an idea sketch)
-start on any one of the 50 Film Ficathalon fic ideas I have. [I've got ideas for 30 Rock, American Dreams, Gilmore Girls, The Office, Life with Derek, Psych, My Name is Earl, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, and The Big Bang Theory--anyone have any preference as to which one I write first?]
-watch MONK AND PSYCH!
Anyway, I watched Singin' in the Rain last night, and I'm having the hardest time remembering why it's #4 on my favorite movies list. I'm really thinking about re-ordering it. I mean, Singin' in the Rain is pretty much a perfect movie. Sure, the scene in the sound stage is corny, but it's just *so* good. I'm thinking my top 5 fave movies may need to be re-ordered from: Young Frankenstein, The Breakfast Club, The Emperor's Club, Singin' in the Rain, School of Rock TO Young Frankenstein, Singin' in the Rain, The Emperor's Club, The Breakfast Club, School of Rock. IDK.
Lastly, my sister and her friends made a video they're very proud of, and she wanted me to post it in my journal, so here it is. It's actually really funny, and I think y'all will enjoy it.
current mood:  awake
current music: "At the Ballet"- A Chorus Line
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kit_the_mirror
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1:07p
И мы свои пять копеек внесем...
Была у меня "во френдах" одно время дама, широко известная на просторах всея ЖЖ (имен, ясен перец, не называю). Теперь ее нет. Хотя читать ее посты было местами забавно. Но...пришлось ее удалить. Потому что у дамы обнаружилась прелестная и запущенная мания величия. Через каждый второй пост красной нитью проходила мысль: кто не с нами - тот идиот и пропащий человек. И в каждом втором посте радостно перечислялось, кого она забанила сегодня, а кого изволит забанить завтра. Короче, гроза морей))) И притом зело хамоватая.
Теперь о дне сегодняшнем. Не так давно появился у меня "во френдах" опять же широко известный на просторах всея ЖЖ и даже в реале товарисч. Присматривалась я к нему, присматривалась...однажды даже удалила...потом снова добавила - за пост о 9 мая. Думаю, все ж таки похоже неплохой он человек...А сегодня вот опять удаляю и теперь уж окончательно) Присмотрелась. Это же мужская копия той дамы, такое же "их высокородие", хамоватое и ограниченное....и так далее в общем. В каждом посте - "все, кто не согласен - быдло, баню нах". Не - я его не комментирую, слава Богу, дела поважнее есть. А вот только отношение к своим френдам и не очень - настораживает.
Уж извините меня, вышеупомянутые товарищи, может иногда вы и дело пишете, да только я стараюсь, чтобы мне ленту не засоряли люди с интеллектом неудовлетворенного подростка.
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(comment on this) Thursday, July 17th, 2008
clareybeary18
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11:26p
Not as exciting as it seems...
So, I auditioned for American Idol today.
I'm a pretty good fan of the show, I appreciate it and watch it when I remember and envy some of the contestants and make fun of the others...basically tell it like it is.
So I went to get a wristband and ticket the other day which is what you need to do to get in. Only I wanted to go and sit with my mom and Eliza. I was paranoid that the ticketing would be crazy, so I went early in the morning to scope it out. No one was there. I felt comfortable having to wait until my mom and Eliza were off work after I talked to a couple of PAs about what was going on. I came back around 2:45 since I was convinced there would be a rush...STILL no one there and this time I had to wait until 4:45 until my mom and Eliza could carpool themselves over.
The PAs thought I was nuts...but I wanted to sit with my friends/ mom and didn't realize that they would pull up and it would take 45 seconds and really wouldn't (technically) matter where our tickets were/ I could have exchanged my ticket no problem blah blah.
After a lot of back and forth with Eliza, she slept at my house last night and we woke up around 3:30 in the morning after not having gone to sleep until probably 12:30 or so.
We got there at 5...for no real reason since we had SEATS. (They told us we had to be there at 5 and we bought into the hype).
We waited and waited and saw Justin Guarini of season one runner-updom and now TV-Guide fame. Eliza and I razzed him from 20 feet away unbeknownst to him. We made friends with a frizzy-haired ukulele toting guy who kept getting attention (and later made it through the first round) for obvious reasons.
So we got let in at about 8:30 and they took crowd shots and made us sing crowd songs and it was kind of obnoxious and one of the producers had little patience for crowd synchronization (or lack thereof).
They set up 12 stations of 2 judges each, then had us line up in lines of four to visit one section. They seemed to be letting a VERY small percentage of people through (like maybe 100 out of 5,000?) Finally at about 2:50pm we got to sing!
I sang "Killing Me Softly" and did as well as I could have expected having a parched mouth (they took away my water bottle and then sold me expensive dehydrating food) and they were excited to hear the song since they hadn't heard it that day (I'm a good chooser!), but then put on looks of confusion once I started but seemed to warm up to me but realized I wasn't going to give them a riffed out yell of a performance...aka not what they were looking for.
The girl next to me had a powerful voice and she was so nervous, yet they told all four of us that we had great personalities and thanked us for making the show possible, then stressed again our great personalities, but they were looking for "big voices" and none of us would be moving on.
Hmm. Whatever. I don't think I have a "big voice," but I also don't think that I would have done a bad job on the show had I been let through and given a real shot.
I also just didn't have something they were looking for...I guess. Which is weird since I think AI likes to try to (at least appear) to diversify themself and I've never seen someone on the show who I can identify with.
Eliza and I also got extremely depressed by the amount of bad singing in the hallways that we were sure was reinforced as good singing. If that's not me, so be it. We saw a lot of tacky today and it wasn't pretty. If not making AI means maintaining a level of integrity and respectability...huzzah!
Not that this is a major realization, but it's just another reminder...WHAT am I ever going to do to make money? I feel like singing is often one of the only things I semi-have going for me, so what now if that's actually not true!? In this kind of business you have to sparkle to get noticed (which is a whole other tangent that I can't start now), so who knows if I'll get to really be a part of the one industry that's held my interest for so long.
Having said that, American Idol really isn't my style. I think I'd do well on the show because I aim to be versatile and not a screechy riffer...but it wouldn't hurt to be able to do that too!
Man alive...
current mood: Just woke up after 5 hour nap.
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dimethirwen
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1:32p
Some apartment pictures!
The new apartment is located near the Oakland/Berkeley border, though it's technically in Emeryville. I am officially in love with it.
So, you'll have to forgive the quality of these pictures - I snapped them off in the middle of moving a bunch of my stuff into my NEW APARTMENT OMG and wasn't very thorough. Even now, as I upload them, I'm realizing that I forgot to take pictures of things. Oh well.
My "yard."
My front porch. The box is for firewood. The landlady says that I can feel free to put plants or whatever I want here.
The front door! It's purple! It also has this crazy manual ringer (the brass thing in the middle) that I had never seen before I came to California.
( the tour continues this way )
current mood: awake
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cristalmarie
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3:40p
Art, Politics
I am deeply affected by the influence of evil in people's lives, so much so that I've been investigating some of the most disturbing acts of human madness in history. Needless to say, my nights have been filled with tension and the throbbing undercurrent of nightmares. I loathe lies with a passion, and feel as if we've been injected with a truth serum all our lives, that we were in fact trained to tell the truth, when life requires us to lie on a daily basis.
My own art is a deep inner struggle, things I really want to talk about, things I know I shouldn't talk about and things I must sacrifice in order to focus on what's truly important. And what is truly important? That I cast light on mischief and dreary subjects, or that I focus on a light towards the future and give a glowing example of what should be? I shift constantly between these two things.
You see a song, about lovers on the beach, enjoying each other's company and generally belonging to their own "inner" world of comfort and newfound happiness. And then you see me giving an interview about the disillusioned disenfranchised youth of the 21st Century, the avalanche of isolation, depression, and the oppressing thumb of media.
I belong to this media, and I know a great many people who have far more to talk about than "kissing", "playing" and "living the life". You won't hear from them though.
So I don't know what's more important. It's not like the bad stuff will go away, it won't. Do I sing about it? Above making you aware of it (which in general, most people already are) and probably bordering on discomfort, my singing won't do much to change it. If I sing instead though, about the value of friendship, maybe that will inspire others to value it, by default, I am fighting against betrayal, even though I'm not talking about betrayal. Does this make sense?
I still have a lot to learn about the art of expressing myself. I'll focus on it later though, tonight I have a concert for the St. Jude's Foundation (Cancer Awareness) and this sunday I'll be participating in the global march in favor of Colombian Peace (The battle against La FARC), an appeal for the rebels to release the remaining hostages.
With death, violence, injustice and abuse forever extending its hand towards the righteous... do I really have time to focus on the inner demons of my music? Is it even important? I don't know, but talking about myself during these ocassions, seems rather self-indulgent.  Translation: No More Kidnappings / No More Lies / No More Deaths / No More FARC
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musical_junkie
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1:32p
Since no one commented...
...saying whether or not they wanted me to post my crappy Camp Rock fic, I'm going ahead and posting it anyway. This is what you get for not commenting.
Title: The Birdhouse Effect
Author: Tally/Live2TiVo/Musical_Junkie
Pairing: Jason/Peggy, or Jeggy, if you will (“Get Jeggy with it, na na na na na na na)
Word Count: 1284 without this thing at the top
Rating: G/K
Summary: Jason goes to the Craft Cabin hoping to find a birdhouse, what he finds is Peggy.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Camp Rock. If I did, there would be some very noticeable plot changes.
current mood:  bored
current music: "She's So Lovely"- The Paris Singers
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12:37p
I don't know how...
...but I somehow managed to get a FIVE on my AP Lit exam.
I'm really excited. This means I get to AP out of English 110 for sure. (I might have been able to on my 4 from last year's AP Lang exam, but now, I def. will be able to get out of the class.)
YAY!
Also, I wrote a super long entry last night that no one but one person has commented on. That makes me sad. It's the longest entry I've posted in, well, ever.
current mood:  surprised
current music: "Freeze Ray"- Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog
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(9 comments | comment on this) Wednesday, July 16th, 2008
dimethirwen
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11:45p
I love A Softer World.
Lately it's been kind of hit-or-miss, but I love this one:
current mood:  tired
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