It's been a while since I've posted in this thing. I completely forgot it existed, what with everything that has been going on. I feel like I've neglected it... because I have. But the great thing about blogs is you can forget about them and come back as if nothing ever happened!
Well, I didn't get a part with the Kumpania. Cry, cry, I know. But there is a bright side to all of this - I'm a fairy! Though I could not continue with the great Romani family, I have found myself in the wonderful world of the Fae. This is magnificent, as I wanted to be a fairy when I was younger, and now I actually have the chance. I am happy with the way things turned out. Now to get my costume made, of course. Oh my!
I am sitting here writing this when I should be studying. I have one more final to do. Tomorrow. Then... oh my lord. My first year of college will come to an end. It feels anti-climactic. I don't have this rush of emotion. Everybody is sad to see it go... but not me. I am glad. I can't wait for summer. I want to go back to Kansas City and see my friends. College feels like an interruption in my time with them, and I spend most of my moments waiting for the time I can see those closest to me.
Maybe next year I'll actually enjoy school.
-Victoria
Thursday, May 13, 2010
Thursday, March 25, 2010
The Kumpania Boleyn!
So, I have my car now. After a very unfortunate accident, I have my car. This means I can now audition for the Renaissance Festival, like I've been wanting. And I want to be a Romani Dancer! Unfortunately, the classes started in January, and it's March. Two weeks from auditions. I have until then to learn the 6 (or was it 4?) dances that I will be REQUIRED to know in order to even be considered. I must also learn the vocabulary words. Argh!
I wish I would have been able to go to the early ones like I wanted, but it wasn't even possible until now. Two weeks to learn these dances. I am going to have to practice a MINIMUM of two hours a day. If not more. Thank O'Dell (Romani word for God) that I have only one class Tuesdays and Thursdays. Four hours of practice on those days will do me a lot of good.
OH, WHAT ABOUT STUDYING?
I can do that, too. I live a very anti-social life, as many of you know, so studying -will- get done. In fact, studying is a priority. I am paying thousands of dollars to this godforsaken school, so I -will- make good grades. But I've wanted to do this for so long... I can't quit because I'm behind. If anything, I have to work harder. I will not quit now. No. No. NO.
I am currently sitting in the Hashinger Hall dance studio. I've been practicing for a good... thirty minutes, and I have now realized how out of shape I am. I am taking another twenty or so minutes to rehydrate, post this, and watch the video of the dance I am starting with over and over and over until I have it memorized. I'm pretty good with the first 40 seconds or so, I just need to sync up my dancing with the Romani in the video.
For those of you that are curious, here it is:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BHDA-re0o3A
Wish me luck, everyone!
I wish I would have been able to go to the early ones like I wanted, but it wasn't even possible until now. Two weeks to learn these dances. I am going to have to practice a MINIMUM of two hours a day. If not more. Thank O'Dell (Romani word for God) that I have only one class Tuesdays and Thursdays. Four hours of practice on those days will do me a lot of good.
OH, WHAT ABOUT STUDYING?
I can do that, too. I live a very anti-social life, as many of you know, so studying -will- get done. In fact, studying is a priority. I am paying thousands of dollars to this godforsaken school, so I -will- make good grades. But I've wanted to do this for so long... I can't quit because I'm behind. If anything, I have to work harder. I will not quit now. No. No. NO.
I am currently sitting in the Hashinger Hall dance studio. I've been practicing for a good... thirty minutes, and I have now realized how out of shape I am. I am taking another twenty or so minutes to rehydrate, post this, and watch the video of the dance I am starting with over and over and over until I have it memorized. I'm pretty good with the first 40 seconds or so, I just need to sync up my dancing with the Romani in the video.
For those of you that are curious, here it is:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BHDA-re0o3A
Wish me luck, everyone!
Monday, March 22, 2010
Shameless plug
So, there's this band called Led Astray, and I've got friends in it. They're trying to secure a spot at the KC Warp Tour, and I'd be very, very, very happy if anybody that strays across this blog would vote for them.
CLICK FOR LED ASTRAY!
It just takes five seconds to sign up and vote for them. If they got a spot, I'd be really happy!
:3 THANKS.
CLICK FOR LED ASTRAY!
It just takes five seconds to sign up and vote for them. If they got a spot, I'd be really happy!
:3 THANKS.
Thursday, March 18, 2010
These things don't update themselves
I want to say I've been having such a hectic spring break. I want to say that I've been out partying and having fun. Unfortunately, this is not the case. I've been sitting on my butt... paying World of Warcraft. Oh how wild I am.
That's pretty much why I haven't updated. There's nothing new to add... other than the fact that I hit level 41 on my mage. OH YEAH, I'M NOT A NERD!
/sarcasm
Aside from being unable to sleep, there is nothing new to add... even then, sleepless nights aren't news. It's normal for me.
That's pretty much why I haven't updated. There's nothing new to add... other than the fact that I hit level 41 on my mage. OH YEAH, I'M NOT A NERD!
/sarcasm
Aside from being unable to sleep, there is nothing new to add... even then, sleepless nights aren't news. It's normal for me.
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Corey Haim Died
So, I just signed onto Facebook and a friend posted a humorous status about how if Corey Haim had simply joined the Lost Boys and become a vampire, he would have stayed alive. I knew full and well who CH was, but since I was bored and had nothing better to do (inner-self: LIES!), I googled him. That's when I discovered that he had died today. How sad.
Is it just me, or are all celebrities suddenly being offed? Or are they just dying at a normal rate, but since I am older, I notice them more? I know that celebrities are people like everyone else, and thusly die, but it feels like these past couple of years, there has been an influx in celebrity death. It started, at least for me, with the death of Steve Irwin a few years ago. That is the first DEATH that really got to me. Maybe it was because I had loved him as a child, or maybe because I was old enough to comprehend death, especially of a man that seemed so kind.
After that, I really started to notice when celebrities passed on. Everywhere I looked, big stars were keeling over. Heath Ledger, Michael Jackson, Anna Nicole Smith. They just... died. The media frenzied over it, then moved on.
I don't particularly like dwelling on life and death, especially not of celebrities. I didn't know them. It's sad, regardless of who they are/were, that they had to die, many of them decades before their time. The ones that make me the saddest are the ones of parents. I love my parents, and if one of them died, I don't know what I would do. Michael Jackson had children (regardless of what you think of him, or if you believe they are his). I have no doubt in my mind that he loved him. The words of his daughter at his memorial may have been written for her, as some argue, but she felt them. She believed each of those words, and they brought tears to my eyes. Steve Irwin had a daughter and a wife, and they were so obviously devastated. It's so hard for me to see parents dying. Celebrity parent deaths affect me more than, perhaps, any other parent death because of the media coverage. I see things on the local news all the time where a family member was shot and murdered, or went missing and nobody knows where they are. It's terrible, but they get a week of coverage, tops. Celebrities get MONTHS. Wrong or right, that's the way things are.
These months of coverage offer us a look into the life of grieving families. It would be nice of the media could give them a break and leave the poor families alone, but that isn't going to happen.
I hate death. I hate the death of celebrities. I hate death of innocent people. I hate it when I see a man, woman, or child suffer through the loss of a loved one. I hate it even more because I know it will happen to me one day, too.
But I like to pretend my family is made up of immortals and they're never going to die. EVER.
Including my cat. The best cat ever.
Is it just me, or are all celebrities suddenly being offed? Or are they just dying at a normal rate, but since I am older, I notice them more? I know that celebrities are people like everyone else, and thusly die, but it feels like these past couple of years, there has been an influx in celebrity death. It started, at least for me, with the death of Steve Irwin a few years ago. That is the first DEATH that really got to me. Maybe it was because I had loved him as a child, or maybe because I was old enough to comprehend death, especially of a man that seemed so kind.
After that, I really started to notice when celebrities passed on. Everywhere I looked, big stars were keeling over. Heath Ledger, Michael Jackson, Anna Nicole Smith. They just... died. The media frenzied over it, then moved on.
I don't particularly like dwelling on life and death, especially not of celebrities. I didn't know them. It's sad, regardless of who they are/were, that they had to die, many of them decades before their time. The ones that make me the saddest are the ones of parents. I love my parents, and if one of them died, I don't know what I would do. Michael Jackson had children (regardless of what you think of him, or if you believe they are his). I have no doubt in my mind that he loved him. The words of his daughter at his memorial may have been written for her, as some argue, but she felt them. She believed each of those words, and they brought tears to my eyes. Steve Irwin had a daughter and a wife, and they were so obviously devastated. It's so hard for me to see parents dying. Celebrity parent deaths affect me more than, perhaps, any other parent death because of the media coverage. I see things on the local news all the time where a family member was shot and murdered, or went missing and nobody knows where they are. It's terrible, but they get a week of coverage, tops. Celebrities get MONTHS. Wrong or right, that's the way things are.
These months of coverage offer us a look into the life of grieving families. It would be nice of the media could give them a break and leave the poor families alone, but that isn't going to happen.
I hate death. I hate the death of celebrities. I hate death of innocent people. I hate it when I see a man, woman, or child suffer through the loss of a loved one. I hate it even more because I know it will happen to me one day, too.
But I like to pretend my family is made up of immortals and they're never going to die. EVER.
Including my cat. The best cat ever.
Monday, March 8, 2010
Dreamland
This is going to be a relatively short post, but one I find necessary.
Almost 20 hours without sleep. I didn't realize it was possible to lay awake, eyes closed, your mind pressing its nonexistent fingers against the cold stone walls of Dreamland. The hands of my mind have been pushing and shoving, attempting to get in, only to be shot at by guards atop the high walls. I'm not supposed to sleep today. No, not today.
I'm starting to see things. This does not bode well for my exam.
Never. Again. Will. I. Do. This.
EDIT: It's 8:05. Waiting for the school bookstore to open. I felt I should log in and share what else I've experienced since I posted this.
First of all, it's hard to stand. My legs want to give out. My body wants to collapse. My mind is wide awake, but my body wants to rest.
In the shower, I stood there, staring at the wall as blood splattered the tile. I watched it, disgusted, disturbed... only to realize it wasn't really there. The blood was a figment of my imagination.
I'm getting paranoid. I'm hallucinating, and now everything scares me. My phone vibrated and I jumped. A girl walked across the tile in heels, and I nearly had a heart attack. What's next? The sound of a voice will send me into shock? I don't know.
I've never been awake this long. Ever. I've napped on and off for a few days, a few hours of sleep here and there, without ever hitting the required 8. I've never done this, though, a full 20 hours without even a nap. Why did it seem like a good idea? I can't recall.
Almost 20 hours without sleep. I didn't realize it was possible to lay awake, eyes closed, your mind pressing its nonexistent fingers against the cold stone walls of Dreamland. The hands of my mind have been pushing and shoving, attempting to get in, only to be shot at by guards atop the high walls. I'm not supposed to sleep today. No, not today.
I'm starting to see things. This does not bode well for my exam.
Never. Again. Will. I. Do. This.
EDIT: It's 8:05. Waiting for the school bookstore to open. I felt I should log in and share what else I've experienced since I posted this.
First of all, it's hard to stand. My legs want to give out. My body wants to collapse. My mind is wide awake, but my body wants to rest.
In the shower, I stood there, staring at the wall as blood splattered the tile. I watched it, disgusted, disturbed... only to realize it wasn't really there. The blood was a figment of my imagination.
I'm getting paranoid. I'm hallucinating, and now everything scares me. My phone vibrated and I jumped. A girl walked across the tile in heels, and I nearly had a heart attack. What's next? The sound of a voice will send me into shock? I don't know.
I've never been awake this long. Ever. I've napped on and off for a few days, a few hours of sleep here and there, without ever hitting the required 8. I've never done this, though, a full 20 hours without even a nap. Why did it seem like a good idea? I can't recall.
College kids don't sleep
Okay, that's a lie. We do sleep. We just don't sleep in healthy cycles, nor do we sleep when it is most beneficial to us. We sleep when we damn well please - whether that be all day long, or a total of 8 hours in three days. I tend to do both of those things. I'll go a couple of days without much sleep, then crash for 18 hours. I have a feeling the former of those two things is happening.
Yesterday, I was awake until 6:30 AM. I slept until 3. Today, I'm not going to sleep until at least 10 AM, after my final. So what am I doing with the time I'm not sleeping?
Posting this blog entry and studying. I have a final for my Medieval History course. Since I know I didn't do well on my film final, I -have- to do well on this one. Thusly I'm popping caffeine pills like candy to stay awake. My body is shaking, my heart is fluttering, but dear god am I awake. My mind may wander from the page every couple of minutes, but I'm getting a lot of reading done. I'll probably start writing drafts of the essays I'm going to have to write on the test here soon. Why? Because I'm not going to sleep. Nobody is on right now to talk to. Nothing is on TV. I have to study. I have to pass. I have to get good grades if it'll kill me.
And, at this point, that's a very likely situation.
"Oh, but Victoria, that's not healthy! You should study a little every day so you don't have to do this!"
Yeah, well, tell me that after the final and maybe I'll listen to you.
Or maybe I won't. I probably won't. I'm too goddamn stubborn to listen to anybody about study habits. I do what I please.
Maybe I'll get some more writing done tonight. Non-academic writing, anyway. I want to finish my novel so bad, and I've had a good streak of muse these past few days, so hopefully it'll last.
Also, Alice in Wonderland was fantastic. I suggest everybody drop what they're doing and go see it. RIGHT. NOW. If you don't, you fail.
...So, there's a girl in the hallway talking on the phone. Goddamn it, that bothers me. THERE ARE STUDY ROOMS. THEY ARE USUALLY EMPTY. USE THEM. I don't get internet in the study rooms, or I'd use them, so I'm in the empty lobby. But god, I'm not making noise. I'm not talking at the top of my lungs. There are people behind those doors sleeping, so make yourself scarce so they can sleep. I know I hate it when someone wakes me up because they're on the phone.
Man, this is the most ADD post ever. Blame the caffeine.
One last thing... I've discovered I hate the sound of crunching food. I hate it when someone is eating something, and I can hear it crunch in their mouth. I have this problem with my roommate. It's not something I can confront her about, because that would just be rude. I still hate it. I'm disgusted by that sound.
And sniffing. Stop sniffing. Go blow your nose or something, but do not sniff every two seconds while around me. I will shoot bad energy waves at you until you get AIDS and die.
...err...
>.>
I'm going to get back to reading about Islam.
Goodnight, America.
Good morning... other places.
Yesterday, I was awake until 6:30 AM. I slept until 3. Today, I'm not going to sleep until at least 10 AM, after my final. So what am I doing with the time I'm not sleeping?
Posting this blog entry and studying. I have a final for my Medieval History course. Since I know I didn't do well on my film final, I -have- to do well on this one. Thusly I'm popping caffeine pills like candy to stay awake. My body is shaking, my heart is fluttering, but dear god am I awake. My mind may wander from the page every couple of minutes, but I'm getting a lot of reading done. I'll probably start writing drafts of the essays I'm going to have to write on the test here soon. Why? Because I'm not going to sleep. Nobody is on right now to talk to. Nothing is on TV. I have to study. I have to pass. I have to get good grades if it'll kill me.
And, at this point, that's a very likely situation.
"Oh, but Victoria, that's not healthy! You should study a little every day so you don't have to do this!"
Yeah, well, tell me that after the final and maybe I'll listen to you.
Or maybe I won't. I probably won't. I'm too goddamn stubborn to listen to anybody about study habits. I do what I please.
Maybe I'll get some more writing done tonight. Non-academic writing, anyway. I want to finish my novel so bad, and I've had a good streak of muse these past few days, so hopefully it'll last.
Also, Alice in Wonderland was fantastic. I suggest everybody drop what they're doing and go see it. RIGHT. NOW. If you don't, you fail.
...So, there's a girl in the hallway talking on the phone. Goddamn it, that bothers me. THERE ARE STUDY ROOMS. THEY ARE USUALLY EMPTY. USE THEM. I don't get internet in the study rooms, or I'd use them, so I'm in the empty lobby. But god, I'm not making noise. I'm not talking at the top of my lungs. There are people behind those doors sleeping, so make yourself scarce so they can sleep. I know I hate it when someone wakes me up because they're on the phone.
Man, this is the most ADD post ever. Blame the caffeine.
One last thing... I've discovered I hate the sound of crunching food. I hate it when someone is eating something, and I can hear it crunch in their mouth. I have this problem with my roommate. It's not something I can confront her about, because that would just be rude. I still hate it. I'm disgusted by that sound.
And sniffing. Stop sniffing. Go blow your nose or something, but do not sniff every two seconds while around me. I will shoot bad energy waves at you until you get AIDS and die.
...err...
>.>
I'm going to get back to reading about Islam.
Goodnight, America.
Good morning... other places.
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