SPAMM Queen and tonights insights
8:06 PM
Picture from PhotobucketLadies and Gentlemen tonight I was the SPAMM Queen. Yes, I have been the Queen for one night. I got to do a not so waltzy waltz , because I don’t know how to waltz, with the King. My reward? I cute pink plastic wand that lights up while making noise, and a staple of the vegetarian diet. Potted meat product. The Saddie Hawkins Dance was a flop, but total fun. It was more of a gathering with loud music, swirling glowsticks, and random jumping around. The dance was pretty much a school rave minus illegal substances. In other words, it was awesome. (Sidenote: I give you one guess of what the color of glowstick was.)
Tonight I was on a high. I don’t want it to stop, but I feel it slowly fading away. But what caused it? My diet was the farthest thing from any raw or vegan, so that’s not it. Between the beat of the music and flashing strobe lights, I lost myself. I finally let go. I didn’t care if I looked like an idiot (except when the Yearbook teacher came by with a camera, but that’s a whole different issue). My shoes were off and I was dancing (or jumping). While I was in this state I notice something, I didn’t want to sing.
For the past few years of my life I’ve been trying so hard to be a singer, just so I could get parts in musicals. I realized that I don’t want to sing. I want to act. I only did the musicals for theatre experience, and I have enough to be comfortable with the stage. I’m tired of straining my neck (literally and metaphorically) trying to be something I’m not. I’m glad I realized this the night before an audition. Similar to what the little mermaid says “I’m not part of that world.” Unlike her, I’m fine with that.
On another note, the whole journal thing with sweets and stuff, didn’t work. I wrote this directly after I had just scarffed down a cinnamon roll. Honestly, it doesn’t bother me that much. I’m still on a buzz from that dance and it’s putting everything in a different perspective. It’s not the end of the world if I eat a cupcake. I don’t know how I’m going to conquer the giving up sweets and becoming raw business…. I
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P.S. I might make dancing a daily thing if it keeps me on this buzz.
Love,
Leira Violet
2 crowns:
There are very few good opportunities to be a pesky killjoy if you miss out on the yearbook photography position. :-)
Oh, I have a waltz story. I do happen to know how to waltz - my father taught me a long time ago. Last year at our choir concert I was supposed to come out on stage and waltz with this lovely tenor during one of the songs. To do this meant leaping off the back of the risers unobtrusively, rushing off to change clothes and rushing back on. Well, the poor tenor forgot and didn't make it. We didn't actually get onstage till the song was halfway over. :-) Poor thing apologized four billion times. Anyways we did wonderfully for the time we had and we still get comments about how graceful we were!!!! lol
~JCP
WooooT! I'm in love with Josh Groban. :-)
~JCP
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