Middle of the night wordage.

I haaaaate staying up late, because then I will inevitably snack. And wouldn't you know, I'm typing this with peanut butter fingers. At least I didn't finish the whole jar. Wish I could say the same for that pack of fig newtons last night. Today was such a frantic day though: running all around the city (in the rain) for props for Aquila and then straight to rehearsal for our Showcase Fundraiser cabaret. That's gonna be sweeeeet. I'm excited to see everyone perform (including our teachers!!!) and I'M singing a song, so that's fun.

...I think detailing my day was me trying to justify eating peanut butter straight out of the jar. But it was raining, and I didn't have an umbrella! It has protein in it! It was organic! I had a banana too! argh.

Something pretty exciting is my sister's bachelorette party which is this Saturday. And I randomly have this Friday off work, so I get to go home early. Happiness! Somehow I got into looking up quotes today, trying to find something that reminded me of Jamie. I reeeeally love quotes. I keep I quote book, which I've had for a few years, but nothing in there popped as something to give to her in my maid of honor toast. Whenever I approach writing something, I usually find some sort of quote that relates to it (I don't know if I can name all the school assignments I began with quoting somebody..haha). So, the internet hasn't yielded anything, but I have some time (the wedding is Sept. 18. Oh that's right, weekend before showcase. hmmmmm..). I'll just have to keep going to Yoga to the People. At the end of each class, as we lay in final shavasana, the teacher always reads a quote, and it's ALWAYS a phenominal one. This is one they did the other day, written by Oriah The Mountain Dreamer:

The Invitation

"It doesn't interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing.

It doesn't interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive.

It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life's betrayals or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain! I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it or fade it, or fix it.

I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own, if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, to be realistic, to remember the limitations of being human.

It doesn't interest me if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself; if you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul; if you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy.

I want to know if you can see beauty even when it's not pretty, every day, and if you can source your own life from its presence.

I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand on the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, “Yes!”

It doesn't interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up, after the night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone, and do what needs to be done to feed the children.

It doesn't interest me who you know or how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me and not shrink back.

It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you, from the inside, when all else falls away.
I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments."




It's hard to think about peanut butter after reading that, huh? I think it's time for bed. And, you know? I wouldn't mind if it rained tomorrow.

Goodnight!

As I drink my third cup of tea today..

Sooooo much has happened since I last blogged. I suppose I'll start by discussing the two extremely important viewing experiences this weekend that I experienced.

The FIRST: Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows part two.

The SECOND: a new musical entitled Jennifer the Unspecial.

Now, I'm one of the biggest Harry Potter fans I know, having literally "grown up" with Harry (I read the first book when I was 11 and the last book when 17) so, of course, I was quite thrilled for the final film installment. And how disappointed I was when it did happen for me. I've accepted long ago that the movies will never remotely live up to the spirit of the books, but I've appreciated what they are and the work put into them. BUT, this finale sunk far below any justification for a positive reaction. In my opinion.

There are many, many reasons for this, among which being the totally unnecessary revamp of the final duel between Harry and Voldemort (Harry deserved his Voldie-lecture, with the entire wizarding population watching. Not a drawn out scene of Harry and Voldie flying around the castle alone shooting sparks at each other. Just sayin'). Uhnuhthuh thing that was bothersome would be that it seems that most of the character moments were perfunctory, rather than fleshed out (Fred. FRED. Molly Weasley? Neville deserved better too..). That's all I'll say for now, as this is not a Harry Potter blog. I just had to get that off my chest..

However, very happily for me, I saw my wonderful roommate Jacob Samuels, perform in a new musical at NYU's Grad Musical Theater writing program. I had a couple other friends in it as well, so of COURSE I was going to check it out. It was written for childrens theater, so it took place in a middle school and dealt with themes of acceptance, friendship, being yourself, but it was seriously hilARious, the music was kickass, and the cast was wonderful. The story was really cute (time travel took up most of show, so we met history guys, like Shakespeare, Lincoln, Beethoven, dinosaurs..) and funny. The cast had amazing voices as well. I love sitting in the front row in a little black box and being belted at. It's just completely nice to be reminded that theater is pretty awesome and I'm pretty lucky to have the support and training to spend my life doing it.

I gotta go catch up on my thank ya's cards. Next update coming vehry shoooooon.