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Sunday, 29 November 2009

  • i think i have just had the first good thanksgiving i've had in about ten years. I'm in Georgia, visiting my father right now, hanging out with my aunt and uncle and  cousin. Having a great time. no time to update xanga, unfortunatly, but having a great time. love having family!

Friday, 20 November 2009

  • college auditions are evil

    just putting that out there. yes, for all us acting freaks, we have to worry about an audiion on top of the damn SAT and application shit. so i thought i'd let you know what i'm doing.

    3 monologues

             1. Dramatic- Something of Squeaky Fromme's from Assasins? I havne't decided this yet, since i am not really into drama. i like comedy better. something for everyone!


             2. Comedic- From 'Butterflies Are Free'

             3. Classical- From Euripides' Trojan Women. Cassandra's speech! Yay for being the cursed prophetess

    4 songs ( every college i'm auditioning for has different requirements)

             1. Ballad. Home from 'Phantom' no, not the andrew llyod weber phantom of the opera. just phantom. by maury yeston. it's christine's song, but i personally think it's a lot prettier than think of me or wishing you were somehow here again. you can hear it HERE. My voice is a little more lyrical than that, so imagine it leeeetle mix-y. Oh, by the way, the words are pretty bad, but the music is lovely.

                2. Up Tempo- I Speak Six Languges from '25th annual putnam county spelling bee' yay for being overachiever marcy! i loved spelling bee, it's a great musical, and i get to mix-belt  my head off. Once again, HERE

              3, Uptempo/classical- Art Is Calling For Me from ' the enchantress' an operetta, really, and it's so old/obscure that i can find no other information, but the song is pretty self contained. It's about a princess, Mina, who wants to be an opera singer. It has 2 high b flats. yes, i can hit them. you can hear it here. i'm a LOT more lyrical, and i do sing it more, and i must say, i'm cuter. And i do a different vocalise at the end. not to brag, but i've never found a recording of this that i think is better than me when it comes to interpretation.

               4. Ballad/contemporary- Some Things Are Meant To Be from Little Women. It's Beth's song before she dies. Very pretty and mixy, but i do HATE ballads. it's here. obviously, a duet, but in the edition i have it's adapted as a solo.

    so there you have it, my repetoire for auditions. If you listen to these songs, you'll get a good idea of what my voice is like. one day, maybe, i'll post a recording if i ever have the capability to do so, but don't hold your breath.

     

Sunday, 15 November 2009

  • the overture to phantom of the opera still gives me goosebumbs. but then again so does the overture to  west side story gypsy and les miserables. i theororize that a good first six notes of an overture highly increases the odds of a good score. think of all the great musicals--highly recognizable first few notes.

    there's something wrong with the . key on my keyboard. probably a hair under the key.

    i just can't see patti lupone as fantine. i know she was the original, but i just can't see it. there's just something wrong there. i guess cause i can't see anyone abusing patti lupone. she's just too strong. there's no vulnerability there. even her mama rose was very strong.

    i'm looking for a holy grail to audition for college.

    i mean a perfect monologue. not the holy grail. i get those two confused sometimes. they're quite similar; both are rumored to exist, but i have my doubts. both have many contendors for the title, but none have been proven beyond a doubt. and people have spent their lives looking for both of them, and neither has ever been found.

    currently leaning towards a monologue from butterflies are free. or anne of the thousand days. or joan of lorraine. or...other stuff.

    i can't concentrate on writing. every couple of words i do something else. i am a champion staller. to avoid going to school one day, i tried to learn egyptian hieroglyphics. needless to say,  i cannot read hieroglyphics, but i did not go to school that day.

    there are no sonics or waffle houses north of the mason dixon line.

    i am FINALLY reading le morte d'arthur. it's lovely, but a little strange. there's an invisible knight going around killing people, and sir balin has to kill him. then he and his brother sir  balan get into a fight and kill each other. then king arthur and some other guys get transported to a dungeon and they have to fight against eachother, and king arthur doesn't have excallibur, but then he gets it back, and defeats his friend. then they find out morgan le fay planned the whole thing. so king arthur exiles her son, and sir gawain goes with him, and they have adventures. then king arthur decides to attack rome and cuts the balls off a giant.  that's as far as i got so far. i still want to be a knight of the round table. hang out with sir launcelot.

    this has been another random post by pixie productions.

     

Wednesday, 11 November 2009

  • If You Want To Sing Out, Sing Out

      Remember Harold and Maude? I love that movie. I watch it every time it's on. And you know that song that Maude plays on the piano? They are now using that song in a T Mobile commercial. That kinda bothers me. I guess cause it's a total hippie song, and it doesn't quite work advertising blatent commercialism. Same with using an ( AWFUL) cover of All You Need is Love to sell Blackberries.

    Doesn't that just sound stupid? Yes, world, all you need is LOVE--and a blackberry.

    I mean, these are hippie songs, and the hippies are against useless possessions, materialism, status symbols and corperate America. I'm not saying these things are bad, i'm just saying don't advertize your unneccessary extravagent middle america corperate robot shit with a hippie song! it's like Klan members singing the blues...just doesn't work, does it?

    Anyway, fact is, I love Harold and Maude and i love this song....so here it is.

    Doesn't this song make you feel warm all over? Do whatever you want, be what ever you want. As long as you don't hurt anybody...go for it! i love hippies.

Monday, 09 November 2009

  • The Nintendo Contest! ( Win A Month of Premium!)

     So, imagine this...

    It's two in the morning. You have nothing better to do, and there's no work/school tomorrow. You can't sleep, there's nothing to read, even the internet seems to be boring. So you decide to fire up the old Nintendo.

    You bust out your favorite Nintendo game and play until your eyes droop. And just as you're nodding off to sleep...something goes wrong.

    When you wake up, you're no longer in your own room. The TV is nowhere in sight. Instead you find yourself in a grassy field. Where are you?

    There are Pikachus bouncing around. A huge castle is in the distance. A plumber in blue overalls jumps out of a pipe. There's only one explanation....

    YOU'RE IN NINTENDO WORLD!!!

    So, let's play a game. All of Xanga has been sucked into Nintendo world...and now we have to get out! And i, the fabulous Theater Pixie am offering a MONTH OF PREMIUM to the person who can figure out how to get us the HELL OUT OF HERE!

    I'm thinking of doing three rounds. In each round i will set up a challenge, and you, as your favorite Nintendo charecter, will write a piece saying how you get through it, and eventually, get us out of Ninetendo world.

    So what are the rules of my contest?

    1. First, pick your Nintendo charecter.( Lets assume we all got transformed) You can pick any charecter from any game EVER, a good guy, bad guy, background charecter, or even a species ( maybe you're a goomba or a squirtle) It can be from any Nintendo game, for any Nintendo system. Just keep it Nintendo.

    2. Everything you write about has to be Nintendo, and as Annie Wilkes would say, it has to be fair. For instance, if you're playing Link, we can  assume you have the Master Sword, the hero's bow, whatever. But we can't assume you have a flame thrower. That isn't to say you can't get a flame thrower. it just has to make sense. like maybe you run into one of the guys from Quake and he gives you one. Get it?

    3. I'm judging this alone. So i reserve the right to pick whoever i damn well want to!

    4. Depending on how many people do this, there might be elimination after each round. Or there might not be. I don't know how many people want to play my weird ass game. 

    Understand my rules? Okay, then prepare for the first challenge!

    Hidden in the castle in the distance is the object that will get you out of Nintendo World. What is that object, and how do you get it?

    So that's the challenge. Write me a little piece explaining what you do. It can be however long you want, funny, serious or somewhere in between. Just keep it Nintendo. Post your challenges on your blog, and leave me the link in a comment. And of course, it might not be a bad idea to rec this....but i leave that up to you.

    This is my first contest ever. And i'm not sure how well it will go. And i'm not sure if anyone thinks this is a good idea. i just kinda do. I won't be surprised if this falls through miserably, but hey, i tried.

    So, you wanna play?

     

     

     

Sunday, 01 November 2009

  • Sharks and Jets on Halloween

    So, my friend's boyfriend is even more of an asshole than ever. i won't get into the details, but he near singlehandedly ruined our plans. so i didn't get to wear my awesome marie antoinette costume. i spent a lot of the day crying.

    BUT NOT ALL OF IT

    my mother and i saw West Side Story on Broadway. around 8 annie texted me to say she and two others were going to see 'where the wild things are.' right. after torutring me, leaving me plan-less and basically ruining halloween, i wanna go see where the wild things are with your stupid friends and your boyfriends who i'd like to sic the Sharks on

    Hey Sharks, vamanos! Let's kill the Polack!

    a boy like that will bring her sorrow, she'll find another boy tomorrow...

    anyway, if you're in NYC TOTALLY see West Side Story. It's a little different than previous preductions as some is in Spanish. There are whole scenes in spanish and some of the lyrics to ' i feel pretty' ' a boy like that/i have a love' and ' tonight quintet' are espanol. However, the score is so well known, if you don't speak a word of it ( like me) you'll still get it.

    Yes, i am Puerto Rican, and i don't speak Spanish.

    But hey, i like the island Manhatten, smoke on your pipe and put that in!

    I seriously think Karen Olivo  may be a relative. one of my grandparents is an Olivo...i gotta ask.

Wednesday, 28 October 2009

  • Help please? EDIT

    How do you deal with being with your best friend, her horrid, soul stealing boyfriend oedipus, and her friend kiara who you barely know and herboyfriend kyle on halloween?

    with luck, another single friend will come along, and perhaps a few friends of the soul stealing boyfriend. but perhaps not. i DO NOT want to be the fifth wheel. but this whole thing is my idea, and if i back out i will have nothing to do for halloween. before you ask, i have no other friends i can invite. any tips for dealing with this revolting situation?

    EDIT: i know now the other single friend is not coming, and the two guys are most likely not coming either. i have no other friends, male or female to invite, since i've really burned a lot of my bridges. so it's gonna be me and 2 couples. what to do?

  • Why Dick Flicks are better than Chick Flicks

    CHICK FLICK-n. a movie in which your normal average girl lands perfect, hot, wonderful guy, who changes her life as she opens his heart to love once again, all of course, with her wise cracking best friend in tow.

                              2. a movie with an overly saccarine plot, syrapy sweet with lots of hugging and 'sisterhood' and emotions and very little plot, story, or charecter development.

    DICK FLICK- n. a movie in which a cooler-than-thou dude kills everything in sight, rescues his scantily clad girlfriend, and blows shit up for no apparent reason, and kills the bad guy after quipping something, all of course, with his wise cracking side kick in tow.

                              2. a movie with an overly violent plot, with lots of car chases, exploding and sunglasses and very little plot, story, or charecter devlopment.

    couldn't be more differnt, huh? well, i beg to differ with you billy. i say dick flicks and chick flicks share one thing in common: they are UNREALISTIC.

    or at least i think so. they're fantasies, just as much as Lord of the Rings is a fantasy, just different kinds of fantasies.  i mean, i know that my odds of saving the president or protecting a precious artifact from a vast conspiracy or foiling a terrorist plot are not good. i know that i have better odds of finding a cute guy and having a romance with him. so why do action films make me feel all warm and fuzzy inside and romance movies depress me?

    chick flicks and dick flicks, both, generally, have happy endings. in a chick flick, the chick gets the guy, they go off to paris and kiss in the sunset. in a dick flick, the hero kills the bad guy, gets whatever he was fighting for, and walks off into the sunset, gun in hand. ok. so why should dick flicks make me feel good, and chick flicks depress me?

    i have a theory. in a dick flick the hero is one of two guys ( note: i use the word hero, but you can substitue the word heroine. there are dick flicks with girl heros.) 1. A super cool super genius who earned his coolness 2. Your average dude in an extroidnariy situation.  for the purposes of this HIGHLY scientific blog, we're going to talk about #2, such as Frodo, Harry Potter, Willow, Peter Parker/Spiderman. If the hero is one of these guys, well hey, that's YOU on the screen. if Frodo, a hobbit ( read: any kind of minority) from the Shire ( read: a nowhere town in the midwest) can go on an epic quest and save Middle Earth, we could do that TOO! All we need is Gandalf or Dumbledore to show up and reveal our destiny. Yeah!

    ( note: this is also why i think a lot of people don't like Superman. He's neither an ordinary guy who just 'got' his powers by chance, like spiderman, or a dude who earned his powers, like batman. he doesn't even have to hone them or learn how to use them, they're always kinda just THERE, ready for him. he's too perfect.)

    but who's the hero in a chick flick?

    well, she's usually your average girl. she's pretty, but not TOO pretty, or too sexy. wouldn't want her to be too threatening, would we? she usually has a boring job, or on the other hand, a job she loves, but she's not gonna make too much money doing it. she's got a couple of friends, including the obligatory wise cracking bestie, but not too many. her phone rings, but not all the time. in short, she's a diamond in the rough, a pearl of a girl, just waiting for some guy to realize it. you know, JUST LIKE YOU.

    okay, so we've established that in both movies, that's YOU on the screen. and then, in the chick flick, in walks Ben Affleck/Brad Pitt/Matthew Mc--not bothering spelling his name. the hot, sweet-maybe a little wild-guy, who notices her for the great girl she is. they meet, argue, break up, get back together, kiss, and live happily ever after.

    in the dick flick, in walks Sean Connery/Richard Harris/Hugo Weaving. He notices some sort of buried potential, or, more likely simply says 'someones gotta save the world, might as well be....YOU!' the hero argues, fails, gets up, improves, fails again, gives up, tries one last time...and saves the world, gets the girl and lives happily ever after.

    at first glance this sounds pretty much the same. but here's the difference:  The action hero wasn't particularly great in the first place. he became great. there's nothing particularly fabulous about Peter Parker, now is there? he becomes fabulous. therefore, we, the un-fabulous, COULD become fabulous. Chick Flick hero is already fabulous, and a) no one has seemed to notice it or appriciate it before Ben Affleck  and b) she needs Ben Affleck to appriciate it. See the differnce? Dick Flick- ordinary+challenge=fabulousness=hero. Chick Flick- fabulous+luck=validation of previous fabulosity=hero.

    do you see the difference? there's no POTENTIAL, there's no ROOM TO GROW, there's no, hey, give me Gandalf and i could do that too. Think about it.

    That's why i think chick flicks depress me. i'd rather leave the theater thinking ' i'm just an average jane...but IF i had to throw a ring in a fiery mountain....i totally could do it.' then thinking ' i'm a great girl...but no one has noticed.'

    trust me, i realize dick flicks aren't realistic. but there's something safe in their unrealism. we can retreat into fantasy, say ' sure, i could save middle earth, too. give me a sword and some elf ears, i'm there!' than think ' god love is complicated. one day i might find someone as great as that...but the odds are slim.' it's the difference between infinate improbabilty and finite improbablity.

    is any of this making any sense?

    if not...watch Harry Potter, then watch Under the Tuscan Sun. And note how you feel afterwards.

    But again, this is just me. Some people feel hopeful after chick flicks, all warm and fuzzy inside, and upset after dick flicks. personally, i'd rather retreat to my Indiana Jones fantasy, then worry about when beautiful god boy is going to call.

    happy movie watching.

Saturday, 24 October 2009

  • I Am Craving a Girl

    I am craving a girl.

    I am craving softness and sweetness.

    I am craving soft skin, and folds of flesh

    Giving breats and hairless stomach

    I am craving beauty

    I am craving someone whose body is like my own

    Someone who will know how to touch me, from years of practice of touching herself.

    I am craving someone who will not want to subject me nor objectify me

    Someone who will not think that he is worth my time and attention because that THING between his legs is large

    Gag me with a spoon!

    I don't care about how large that THING is.

    It's funny looking anyway

    Like a mushroom on steroids.

    Put it to use, or better yet, put it away.

    I don't like it.

    And don't get me started on the MESS it makes.

    And then you want ME to clean it up.

    And like it!

    Like i like tasting that stuff

    Like i am turned on by being cummed on.

    Stupid.

    I'm craving a girl.

    An Alice or Amanda or Alexandra

    A Brenda or Billie or Barbra

    A thing of long hair and painted nails

    A thing of delicate sweetness whose skin i can run my hands down and feel it give beneath my fingers

    No hardness of a six pack or muscles or a cock.

    Softness

    And when i enter her with my fingers--

    Wetness, closeness, warmth

    And let her feel the same with me.

    Someone to love me...wouldnn't it be funny if that person was female?

  • John and Abagail

    MARCH 31, 1776
    ABIGAIL ADAMS TO JOHN ADAMS

            "I long to hear that you have declared an independency. And, by the way, in the new code of laws which I suppose it will be necessary for you to make, I desire you would remember the ladies and be more generous and favorable to them than your ancestors.

            "Do not put such unlimited power into the hands of the husbands.

            "Remember, all men would be tyrants if they could. If particular care and attention is not paid to the ladies, we are determined to foment a rebellion, and will not hold ourselves bound by any laws in which we have no voice or representation.

            "That your sex are naturally tyrannical is a truth so thoroughly established as to admit of no dispute; but such of you as wish to be happy willingly give up -- the harsh tide of master for the more tender and endearing one of friend.

            "Why, then, not put it out of the power of the vicious and the lawless to use us with cruelty and indignity with impunity? 

            "Men of sense in all ages abhor those customs which treat us only as the (servants) of your sex; regard us then as being placed by Providence under your protection, and in imitation of the Supreme Being make use of that power only for our happiness."


    APRIL 14, 1776
    JOHN ADAMS TO ABIGAIL ADAMS

            "As to your extraordinary code of laws, I cannot but laugh.

            "We have been told that our struggle has loosened the bonds of government everywhere; that children and apprentices were disobedient; that schools and colleges were grown turbulent; that Indians slighted their guardians, and negroes grew insolent to their masters.

            "But your letter was the first intimation that another tribe, more numerous and powerful than all the rest, were grown discontented.

            "This is rather too coarse a compliment, but you are so saucy, I won't blot it out.

            "Depend upon it, we know better than to repeal our masculine systems. Although they are in full force, you know they are little more than theory. We dare not exert our power in its full latitude. We are obliged to go fair and softly, and, in practice, you know we are the subjects.

            "We have only the name of masters, and rather than give up this, which would completely subject us to the despotism of the petticoat, I hope General Washington and all our brave heroes would fight."


    MAY 7, 1776
    ABIGAIL ADAMS TO JOHN ADAMS

            "I cannot say that I think you are very generous to the ladies; for, whilst you are proclaiming peace and good-will to men, emancipating all nations, you insist upon retaining an absolute power over wives.

            "But you must remember that arbitrary power is like most other things which are very hard, very liable to be broken; and, notwithstanding all your wise laws and maxims, we have it in our power, not only to free ourselves, but to subdue our masters, and without violence, throw both your natural and legal authority at our feet."

                    Don't you just love these two? John and Abagail Adams. They always seemed to me like such a happy couple, and so well matched politcally. No interns under John Adams' desk, and no affairs with slave women either! And Abagail was not one to sit on the side lines either, as you can tell from her above discussion with her husband. I really place the beginning of feminism and women's suffrage with that one quote 'i desire you remember the ladies...we are determined to forment a rebellion and not hold ourselves bound by any laws in which we have no voice or representation.' Of course, her husband does not really take her seriously, but the fact that he was even discussing such a matter, or really, any political matter with his wife showed that he did take her seriously. I always got the impression they really loved each other.

                I'm not trying to make any real point. I just always liked John and Abagail Adams. She seemed like a very cool first lady, and if he wasn't a great president, he was a great man.

     

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