The good news first. i have a candy cane. i gosh dang love these things. they are so delicious. oh, and Micah gave me a cute little plastic blue and green lizard, and i have to choose a name for him. he's kind of freakin adorable. i love lizards, and i really want one. but i can't get one unless i have no other pets, and i REALLY don't want Cat and Prim to die or be sold. i'm very fond of my girls. also, Madrigals went really well today. my dress looks amazing.
The bad news.
this morning, just as i stepped into the school, i got a call from Quentin. i couldn't answer it, we were all standing in the same area and i take phone calls away. well, we got into the school and i got a voicemail. so i checked it out.
His dad died this morning.
Mr. Day has had cancer for a while now, and they knew that he wasn't going to last long... but...
poor Quentoni.
and so, as soon as i was done with Madrigals, i got Mom to take me to Quentin's.
he and his family are some of the bravest people i know. i mean, they were obviously, visibly upset, and they cried, but they kept it light hearted and honestly seemed so happy that he was no longer in pain, and that he was in heaven. they missed him, you could tell, but you could also tell that they treasured the time they had spent with him.
it was humbling. they loved him so obviously, and yet they were also ready to let him go to Jesus. Quentin cried and laughed and talked, and i have no doubt that he cared immensely for his father. I am so proud of him.
Bravery isn't the absence of tears, or fear, or pain.
it's looking beyond it, at all the good that came out of a situation, remembering the time you had, putting on a smile when you can and holding your head high.
i'm praying for them.
Saturday, December 5, 2009
Friday, December 4, 2009
Sleeping Habits
i sleeptalk. a lot. i mean, i already talk enough on average, i guess my brain feels like slowing down would let people catch up or something. i rarely make a whole lot of sense, because it's generally a conversation. and you only get to hear half of it.
Seriously. i've woken Clara and Danielle up so many times. it's ridiculous. Clara always tries to remember what i was talking about so that she can tell me the next morning. Danielle doesn't. more on why later.
But it's not just talking. i also cry.
Danielle and i think it might be bad dreams or something, but i never remember them when i wake up.
but my crying wakes people up, too. and that makes for some hilarious stories.
Once, when i was little, i woke my cousin Lissa up. i was sobbing, and she asked me what was wrong, and i told her that i wanted my mommy (even in sleep, i knew my daddy was working apparently. little me was so smart.). so she got up, stepped over me (i was sleeping on the floor), and tip-toed into my mother's room.
Now, my cousin is older than me. a lot. and therefore, was taller than me and my big brother at the time. so she snuck into my parents' room, walked over to the bed, and whispered, "Carol? Carol?"
my mom opened her eyes and saw this tall person standing over her, and screamed. Lissa screamed. then Mom realized who it was, and they both started laughing nervously. then, Mom was like, "Lissa, what do you want?"
"Caitie is crying, and she wants you."
so they went back into my room to find me peacefully curled up in a little ball on the floor, fast asleep. Mom was like, "I thought you said she was crying," to which my cousin pitifully replied, "She was!"
i honestly doubt my mom believed her. that is, until she walked in and found me discussing a plan with an unknown person in my sleep. now she's a believer.
another good example.
Danielle was sleeping at my house, and had somehow managed to convince me that it would be a good idea for us to sleep head to foot on my bed. mainly because my floor is pretty uncomfortable. so we fell asleep.
halfway through the night, i woke up, wondering why my face hurt. i lifted my hand to my face and realized i had been crying in my sleep. so my face was covered in tears, and my nose hurt. so i whispered, "Danielle? What just happened?"
Danielle is the sweetest person you will ever meet. i promise you. she's kinda blonde, but she's such a sweetheart and never says anything mean. except, apparently, when she is awoken in the middle of the night. because my sweet, sweet Danielle half sat up and growled, "Shut up. Stop crying or i'll kick you again." then she rolled over and fell fast asleep.
which naturally has turned into a joke. now, if i'm upset and i start crying, all one of us has to do is ask if Danielle is going to kick me in the face, and it makes me feel better.
by the way.
i showed Mandi my blog, and she started complaining about my sleeping habits. in her words, "She puts her nasty cold feet on me, and she hogs the bed, and she talks, and once she asked me to go turn off the lights and they were already off!"
She also says that i'm never going to get married, because i'm a bed hog, and my feet are like little ice boxes. which is true. :D the bed hog/nasty cold feet part.
Seriously. i've woken Clara and Danielle up so many times. it's ridiculous. Clara always tries to remember what i was talking about so that she can tell me the next morning. Danielle doesn't. more on why later.
But it's not just talking. i also cry.
Danielle and i think it might be bad dreams or something, but i never remember them when i wake up.
but my crying wakes people up, too. and that makes for some hilarious stories.
Once, when i was little, i woke my cousin Lissa up. i was sobbing, and she asked me what was wrong, and i told her that i wanted my mommy (even in sleep, i knew my daddy was working apparently. little me was so smart.). so she got up, stepped over me (i was sleeping on the floor), and tip-toed into my mother's room.
Now, my cousin is older than me. a lot. and therefore, was taller than me and my big brother at the time. so she snuck into my parents' room, walked over to the bed, and whispered, "Carol? Carol?"
my mom opened her eyes and saw this tall person standing over her, and screamed. Lissa screamed. then Mom realized who it was, and they both started laughing nervously. then, Mom was like, "Lissa, what do you want?"
"Caitie is crying, and she wants you."
so they went back into my room to find me peacefully curled up in a little ball on the floor, fast asleep. Mom was like, "I thought you said she was crying," to which my cousin pitifully replied, "She was!"
i honestly doubt my mom believed her. that is, until she walked in and found me discussing a plan with an unknown person in my sleep. now she's a believer.
another good example.
Danielle was sleeping at my house, and had somehow managed to convince me that it would be a good idea for us to sleep head to foot on my bed. mainly because my floor is pretty uncomfortable. so we fell asleep.
halfway through the night, i woke up, wondering why my face hurt. i lifted my hand to my face and realized i had been crying in my sleep. so my face was covered in tears, and my nose hurt. so i whispered, "Danielle? What just happened?"
Danielle is the sweetest person you will ever meet. i promise you. she's kinda blonde, but she's such a sweetheart and never says anything mean. except, apparently, when she is awoken in the middle of the night. because my sweet, sweet Danielle half sat up and growled, "Shut up. Stop crying or i'll kick you again." then she rolled over and fell fast asleep.
which naturally has turned into a joke. now, if i'm upset and i start crying, all one of us has to do is ask if Danielle is going to kick me in the face, and it makes me feel better.
by the way.
i showed Mandi my blog, and she started complaining about my sleeping habits. in her words, "She puts her nasty cold feet on me, and she hogs the bed, and she talks, and once she asked me to go turn off the lights and they were already off!"
She also says that i'm never going to get married, because i'm a bed hog, and my feet are like little ice boxes. which is true. :D the bed hog/nasty cold feet part.
Thursday, December 3, 2009
Story Time!
This is for Mandi. all right. so, my sophomore year, i was in a theater class. and we were covering Shakespeare. i love Shakespeare, most of the time. A lot of the time. :D
well, we all got into small groups, and we were supposed to be putting on small portions of A Midsummer Night's Dream. and Mallory and i were the girls, and one of the boys in our class and Mandi were the boys.
well, at one point, i was supposed to leap into Mandi's arms. so, while we were practicing, fortunately, i screamed at Mal-pal, and then she acted like she was going to hurt me, so i howled in fear and turned to leap into Mandi's arms...
and found myself laying on my back, staring at the ceiling and the concerned faces of my group.
i slowly sat up and said, "What happened?"
Mandi said, sheepishly, "Well, i wrote in my script that i was going to catch you there. and then Ty and i decided to roll our scripts up and sword fight. so i didn't remember to catch you when you jumped. so you leapt up in the air and i couldn't get my arms around you fast enough, and i caught your legs, and i a little bit dropped you on your head."
To which we howled with laughter for the rest of the period. and when we had to perform it for the rest of the people in our class, Mandi didn't forget. she almost forgot, but then she remembered and caught me and all went well.
i didn't plummet to my doom again. :D
well, we all got into small groups, and we were supposed to be putting on small portions of A Midsummer Night's Dream. and Mallory and i were the girls, and one of the boys in our class and Mandi were the boys.
well, at one point, i was supposed to leap into Mandi's arms. so, while we were practicing, fortunately, i screamed at Mal-pal, and then she acted like she was going to hurt me, so i howled in fear and turned to leap into Mandi's arms...
and found myself laying on my back, staring at the ceiling and the concerned faces of my group.
i slowly sat up and said, "What happened?"
Mandi said, sheepishly, "Well, i wrote in my script that i was going to catch you there. and then Ty and i decided to roll our scripts up and sword fight. so i didn't remember to catch you when you jumped. so you leapt up in the air and i couldn't get my arms around you fast enough, and i caught your legs, and i a little bit dropped you on your head."
To which we howled with laughter for the rest of the period. and when we had to perform it for the rest of the people in our class, Mandi didn't forget. she almost forgot, but then she remembered and caught me and all went well.
i didn't plummet to my doom again. :D
You Know It's Going To Be A Good Day When...
You walk into school and your friend, who is generally one of those friends who acts like a jerk and teases you and never compliments you, even though you know he's really not and he loves you and you guys are best friends, tells you that you look ravishing.
You have cookies in your backpack.
One of your friends walks into the classroom you're in and tells you that he has to put your teacher's strippers (of the wire stripping variety) back in the closet, and says he'll try and clean up all the glitter.
The first music you hear is Winston Churchill and the Band from the Future, telling you to "Lift up your heart, all will come right. out of the depths of sorrow and of sacrifice will be born again the glory of mankind." (Thanks, Churchill. You're the best. Just what i needed.)
Your older brother has been reading an English magazine, The Chap, so when he drove you to school today, he opened the car door for you and closed it when you got in.
You finish the poem you didn't think you were going to, and it's not exactly terrible.
yes, today will be a good day. :D
Things i'm thankful for:
1) Mandi. See, she's really awesome. like, you don't even get it. she's the only person who understand my whole serial killer thing. she's a shoulder to lean on, even though i know she's got problems of her own. she's the best.
2) Cat and Primrose. Guinea pigs. they keep me company. i don't like not having any noise, because then i make up noises and freak myself out. so they happily chatter at me all the time, and we're friends. i love those animals.
3) The Chap. it's an English magazine. Ben reads it, and now he is acting like a gentleman. which means i get to be a lady, and he holds umbrellas above my head when it rains and opens car doors for me and things like that. oh, The Chap. You are proof the chivalry has not died.
4) Gloves. i have very cold hands, and even though they make it hard to text and type, they're wonderful.
5) Renaissance Nerds. I happen to be one of them. without more people like that, we wouldn't have Renaissance Faires, which are the coolest thing on the face of the planet. well, mostly. still, they're fun. and therefore, i love the other geeks who, like me, dress up and speak in Old English and then stop off at the nearest civilized location to show everyone their costume and confuse all the people who didn't know the Renaissance Faire was that day. or didn't know there WAS such a thing as a Renaissance Faire.
You have cookies in your backpack.
One of your friends walks into the classroom you're in and tells you that he has to put your teacher's strippers (of the wire stripping variety) back in the closet, and says he'll try and clean up all the glitter.
The first music you hear is Winston Churchill and the Band from the Future, telling you to "Lift up your heart, all will come right. out of the depths of sorrow and of sacrifice will be born again the glory of mankind." (Thanks, Churchill. You're the best. Just what i needed.)
Your older brother has been reading an English magazine, The Chap, so when he drove you to school today, he opened the car door for you and closed it when you got in.
You finish the poem you didn't think you were going to, and it's not exactly terrible.
yes, today will be a good day. :D
Things i'm thankful for:
1) Mandi. See, she's really awesome. like, you don't even get it. she's the only person who understand my whole serial killer thing. she's a shoulder to lean on, even though i know she's got problems of her own. she's the best.
2) Cat and Primrose. Guinea pigs. they keep me company. i don't like not having any noise, because then i make up noises and freak myself out. so they happily chatter at me all the time, and we're friends. i love those animals.
3) The Chap. it's an English magazine. Ben reads it, and now he is acting like a gentleman. which means i get to be a lady, and he holds umbrellas above my head when it rains and opens car doors for me and things like that. oh, The Chap. You are proof the chivalry has not died.
4) Gloves. i have very cold hands, and even though they make it hard to text and type, they're wonderful.
5) Renaissance Nerds. I happen to be one of them. without more people like that, we wouldn't have Renaissance Faires, which are the coolest thing on the face of the planet. well, mostly. still, they're fun. and therefore, i love the other geeks who, like me, dress up and speak in Old English and then stop off at the nearest civilized location to show everyone their costume and confuse all the people who didn't know the Renaissance Faire was that day. or didn't know there WAS such a thing as a Renaissance Faire.
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
Go, Tell It On The Mountain, Joshua Shank, And The Madrigals
i requested, yesterday, that my mother drive me to school this morning. See, the Madrigals, that is my amazingly epic choir, are singing for the Chamber of Commerce today. during 5th period.
(I GET OUT OF ECONOMICS, YAYAYAYAY!)
so i had to bring my velvets. It's this gorgeous black velvet dress with netting stuff at the top, and it's beautiful and very flattering. i actually look kinda good in it. But anyway. a Madrigal performance includes, at the moment, my velvet, my shoes, my socks, my make-up of various kinds, a comb, putting my hair up, a tin of bobby pins, and a dress bag. so i was like, "MOMMY, PLEASE DRIVE ME TO SCHOOL!" and she was like, "Okay."
so i woke up, threw everything into a bag, put that on a hanger with my velvet in a dress bag. and then i wandered downstairs, brushed my teeth (always important), and got in the car.
well, i got to school, walked in, opened the choir door, and was instantly greeted by a wall of sound. beautiful, glorious, Festival Deck the Halls type sound.
and i noted that i heard altos and tenors, but sopranos and basses were sadly absent. so i wandered over and realized that our president and my section leader, both of them sopranos, were there and singing, just against all of the altos and the tenors. so Paige, who's in my section, and i joined them. and then the basses showed up. apparently the tenors, altos, and basses had all three had sectionals. (mine were Tuesday and will be tomorrow)
So i joined them, and we all sang Go, Tell It On The Mountain. Joshua Shank's version.
i would like to say, here, that i am a major fan of Joshua Shank. his music is beautiful. like, he's my favorite composer.
and he's writing us the Spring piece in his Seasons Quartet... :D
i'm.
so.
excited.
like, you don't get it. i'm meeting one of my heroes. i'm.
so.
sooooooooooooooooo.
excited.
ecstatic.
delighted.
anxious.
nervous.
and he isn't even coming until the spring.
i collapse into girlish giggles when we talk about him. it's THAT bad.
:D
i even have a secret evil plan. mwuahahaha.
i'll tell you.
i love The Decemberists. sooo much. and their album, Hazards of Love, (a glorious rock opera) is easily one of my favorite cds, not just by them, but by anybody.
(Skillet and The Decemberists and Joshua Shank are all kind of on the same level of awesomeness in my book.)
well, i found this shirt that i want. it's a grey shirt with a tree on it, in, like, light red/pink, and above the tree it says The Decemberists, and below the tree it says The Hazards of Love.
and then i found out that Joshua Shank is a fan of The Decemberists.
(I read his blog, i'm not just a super creepy stalker... weeeeell... :D)
so my secret, evil, devious plan is to obtain and wear said shirt on the day that he comes, thus demonstrating how awesome i am. >_>
hehehehehe.
yes, i know, i have problems. but this is very exciting for me.
not only is he writing a piece of music specifically for us, for the Madrigals, for meeeee, he's coming down here to direct it and meet us.
i'm. ecstatic.
anyway, i digress. back to the story. the Madrigals were singing. and it was beautiful. it kinda clicked, you know? and it was glorious. so then i turned around and Logan walked in, so i jumped on him. because that's what i do. and then we all grabbed our stuff and left. and it just really put me in a good mood this morning.
hopefully today will be so much better than yesterday.
i like good days. bad days are not on my list of things i enjoy. (surprising, i know. :D)
but, so far, i'm in a marvelous mood today, and i plan on keeping it that way.
in just a few minutes, i get to go to Madrigals. i'm so delighted. i love feeling like this about my choir--like it's one of the highlights of my day.
(I GET OUT OF ECONOMICS, YAYAYAYAY!)
so i had to bring my velvets. It's this gorgeous black velvet dress with netting stuff at the top, and it's beautiful and very flattering. i actually look kinda good in it. But anyway. a Madrigal performance includes, at the moment, my velvet, my shoes, my socks, my make-up of various kinds, a comb, putting my hair up, a tin of bobby pins, and a dress bag. so i was like, "MOMMY, PLEASE DRIVE ME TO SCHOOL!" and she was like, "Okay."
so i woke up, threw everything into a bag, put that on a hanger with my velvet in a dress bag. and then i wandered downstairs, brushed my teeth (always important), and got in the car.
well, i got to school, walked in, opened the choir door, and was instantly greeted by a wall of sound. beautiful, glorious, Festival Deck the Halls type sound.
and i noted that i heard altos and tenors, but sopranos and basses were sadly absent. so i wandered over and realized that our president and my section leader, both of them sopranos, were there and singing, just against all of the altos and the tenors. so Paige, who's in my section, and i joined them. and then the basses showed up. apparently the tenors, altos, and basses had all three had sectionals. (mine were Tuesday and will be tomorrow)
So i joined them, and we all sang Go, Tell It On The Mountain. Joshua Shank's version.
i would like to say, here, that i am a major fan of Joshua Shank. his music is beautiful. like, he's my favorite composer.
and he's writing us the Spring piece in his Seasons Quartet... :D
i'm.
so.
excited.
like, you don't get it. i'm meeting one of my heroes. i'm.
so.
sooooooooooooooooo.
excited.
ecstatic.
delighted.
anxious.
nervous.
and he isn't even coming until the spring.
i collapse into girlish giggles when we talk about him. it's THAT bad.
:D
i even have a secret evil plan. mwuahahaha.
i'll tell you.
i love The Decemberists. sooo much. and their album, Hazards of Love, (a glorious rock opera) is easily one of my favorite cds, not just by them, but by anybody.
(Skillet and The Decemberists and Joshua Shank are all kind of on the same level of awesomeness in my book.)
well, i found this shirt that i want. it's a grey shirt with a tree on it, in, like, light red/pink, and above the tree it says The Decemberists, and below the tree it says The Hazards of Love.
and then i found out that Joshua Shank is a fan of The Decemberists.
(I read his blog, i'm not just a super creepy stalker... weeeeell... :D)
so my secret, evil, devious plan is to obtain and wear said shirt on the day that he comes, thus demonstrating how awesome i am. >_>
hehehehehe.
yes, i know, i have problems. but this is very exciting for me.
not only is he writing a piece of music specifically for us, for the Madrigals, for meeeee, he's coming down here to direct it and meet us.
i'm. ecstatic.
anyway, i digress. back to the story. the Madrigals were singing. and it was beautiful. it kinda clicked, you know? and it was glorious. so then i turned around and Logan walked in, so i jumped on him. because that's what i do. and then we all grabbed our stuff and left. and it just really put me in a good mood this morning.
hopefully today will be so much better than yesterday.
i like good days. bad days are not on my list of things i enjoy. (surprising, i know. :D)
but, so far, i'm in a marvelous mood today, and i plan on keeping it that way.
in just a few minutes, i get to go to Madrigals. i'm so delighted. i love feeling like this about my choir--like it's one of the highlights of my day.
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
I Was The Soul Who Took Pity And Stole Him Away
So the last few days have been...
interesting.
i'll tell you the good news, my little blogging friends.
And it requires a story. (Doesn't everything, when it comes to me?)
Okay, so, over the summer, i was in Godspell.
(YAY!)
it's an awesome, awesome musical. i dressed like a hippie (all in purple) and was named Robin and danced around and was a disciple and sang a love song to God and...
dated Jesus.
(Not many girls can say that. i feel i have bragging rights. like, I DATED JESUS!)
Okay, so his name wasn't really Jesus, his name was DJ, and he played Jesus in Godspell.
but anyway.
now, it obviously wasn't serious, as he was leaving for Tennessee. for college. but i liked him and we were friends, so it was fun.
and then he had to leave.
and he broke up with me through texts.
oh, reader, i do so hope you just cringed at the spinelessness of it all.
I was kinda upset.
i didn't cry, thank you very much. Well, i started to cry once when i was talking to Jo, but then i flung things against her wall and felt all better.
(but, see, it wasn't just that my boyfriend broke up with me. it was also that my best friend left for college too. it was kind of a super hard time. i missed Jo a lot, and i had no one to talk to about it, and DJ refused to talk to me. he just stopped texting me or talking to me at all. i felt all alone. the people i spent all summer with were suddenly and inexplicably gone. super depressed.)
so i went through a period where i was sad. and then i went through a period where i was angry.
but, see, i hate being angry with people, so i forgave him. i could understand why he did it.
but i'm a "resolve and forget" kind of person. so, being unable to talk to him or anything kind of got to me... a lot. it bothers me to have things like that. but i got over him, and moved on, and was mostly okay... except i still felt bad for having that... i don't know, not friendship. yeah. i didn't like not being friends with him, and having that anger between us, i guess. i don't know how to explain it.
and then, yesterday, i got home from school and got onto Facebook, and i had a message.
now, there is a certain person, i'm angry at him and told him to leave me alone, and i was afraid it was him. (He needs to leave me alone so i can stop being angry, or i might kill him.)
so i sighed and opened the message...
and it was an apology from DJ. like, the most well-thought out, wonderful apology i've ever gotten. i was like, "YES!" and now i don't have that hanging over my head anymore, and we're friends again. :D
so, i felt like a weight had been lifted off of my chest.
and then, of course, the guy i'm angry with had to then call me and leave a message on my phone. (Seriously. what part of "I want you to leave me alone for a while!" don't you get, you retard?)
but enough of that. You know how people say that God never gives us more than we can handle? they're right. it always seems that just when i'm about to kill someone or break down or whatever, God steps in and fixes something or sends me someone so that i can manage. So, i was mad at this guy, and just when i thought i couldn't take it anymore, i get a friend back. it's just a good feeling. God's a good guy, i'm quite fond of him.
interesting.
i'll tell you the good news, my little blogging friends.
And it requires a story. (Doesn't everything, when it comes to me?)
Okay, so, over the summer, i was in Godspell.
(YAY!)
it's an awesome, awesome musical. i dressed like a hippie (all in purple) and was named Robin and danced around and was a disciple and sang a love song to God and...
dated Jesus.
(Not many girls can say that. i feel i have bragging rights. like, I DATED JESUS!)
Okay, so his name wasn't really Jesus, his name was DJ, and he played Jesus in Godspell.
but anyway.
now, it obviously wasn't serious, as he was leaving for Tennessee. for college. but i liked him and we were friends, so it was fun.
and then he had to leave.
and he broke up with me through texts.
oh, reader, i do so hope you just cringed at the spinelessness of it all.
I was kinda upset.
i didn't cry, thank you very much. Well, i started to cry once when i was talking to Jo, but then i flung things against her wall and felt all better.
(but, see, it wasn't just that my boyfriend broke up with me. it was also that my best friend left for college too. it was kind of a super hard time. i missed Jo a lot, and i had no one to talk to about it, and DJ refused to talk to me. he just stopped texting me or talking to me at all. i felt all alone. the people i spent all summer with were suddenly and inexplicably gone. super depressed.)
so i went through a period where i was sad. and then i went through a period where i was angry.
but, see, i hate being angry with people, so i forgave him. i could understand why he did it.
but i'm a "resolve and forget" kind of person. so, being unable to talk to him or anything kind of got to me... a lot. it bothers me to have things like that. but i got over him, and moved on, and was mostly okay... except i still felt bad for having that... i don't know, not friendship. yeah. i didn't like not being friends with him, and having that anger between us, i guess. i don't know how to explain it.
and then, yesterday, i got home from school and got onto Facebook, and i had a message.
now, there is a certain person, i'm angry at him and told him to leave me alone, and i was afraid it was him. (He needs to leave me alone so i can stop being angry, or i might kill him.)
so i sighed and opened the message...
and it was an apology from DJ. like, the most well-thought out, wonderful apology i've ever gotten. i was like, "YES!" and now i don't have that hanging over my head anymore, and we're friends again. :D
so, i felt like a weight had been lifted off of my chest.
and then, of course, the guy i'm angry with had to then call me and leave a message on my phone. (Seriously. what part of "I want you to leave me alone for a while!" don't you get, you retard?)
but enough of that. You know how people say that God never gives us more than we can handle? they're right. it always seems that just when i'm about to kill someone or break down or whatever, God steps in and fixes something or sends me someone so that i can manage. So, i was mad at this guy, and just when i thought i couldn't take it anymore, i get a friend back. it's just a good feeling. God's a good guy, i'm quite fond of him.
Monday, November 30, 2009
On The First Day, There Was Mystery
Keys to the Kingdom is an amazing book series by Garth Nix. he's amazing. and on the back of... Thursday! on Thursday, it says, "On the first day, there was Mystery. On the second day, there was Darkness. On the third day, there were Pirates. On the fourth day, there was War." awesome. :D
so anyway.
someone should put on the rock opera Hazards of Love.
seriously.
coolest album on the face of the earth.
i keep trying to visualize it in my head, and i think if a couple brilliant people but their heads together with the ever amazing Colin Meloy, then we'd have an amazing rock opera on our hands.
the story starts with Margaret, who goes riding. she gets up on the Taiga, (A place that sounds remarkably like 'tiger' when sung) and finds this fawn. and she's like, awwww, super sad face, it's hurt. so she goes to help it.
BUT THEN THE SUN SETS!
dun dun duuuuuuun.
and the fawn turns out to be a man who is under a spell where he takes the form of a fawn by day. (His name is William)
and they fall in love.
(awwww)
so, then, Margaret goes home, but she's pregnant. so, after a while, she finally goes back to find William, because she loves him and wants to be with him and have a family and all that jazz. so she finds him, and they cuddle and sing about how excited they are that they are going to be parents.
enter the Queen.
she's William's mother... sort of. she adopted him. and so she walks up and he's cuddling with this random pregnant woman. (Don't worry, Margaret is asleep.)
so she flips out a little, like any good overprotective, crazy, villainous mother.
(good job.)
and William is like, "I love her, let me have this night with her and don't hurt her or anything, and we'll call it even. you stole my life from me by making me stay here, let me have it back for just a little while." and the Queen sings this AMAZING solo.
Intermission.
woot.
you come back from the interlude to an incredibly creepy song, courtesy of our REAL villain, the Rake. (It's called the Rake's Song. how original, right?)
he got married, had some kids, and then when his wife died he killed his three children so he wouldn't be tied down.
what a jerk, right? but an awesome song.
well, he walks by and sees Margaret and William and, being a rake, decides to kidnap her!
holy smokes.
so he grabs her, flings her across his horse's withers, and rides away with her. and then he gets to the river. which is huge and deep and the narrator tells us that he can't cross it.
enter the Queen. she's like, hey, she was distracting my son and you are going to go defile her. good job. thanks. here, lemme fly you across the river.
and the Rake is like, "Great!"
enter William's theme! it starts playing, which means William wakes up, realizes she's gone, and sets off to find her. he gets to the river, and he can hear her screaming across it. calling his name. how sweet.
so he sings one of my favorite songs of the album. Annan Water. he tells the river that if it will stop, and let him cross, he will commit suicide by jumping into the river after he has saved Margaret.
he's so cool.
so the river lets him across.
we get to hear the Rake tell Margaret that he's going to kill her and dump her body. she calls for William, and the Rake tells her not to bother.
but, of course, William shows up. and so do the Rake's dead children. and they kill him. and then William finds Margaret, but she's been beaten and tortured and possibly raped, and the baby died. so William sings, really sweetly, about the baby, and the Margaret and William get married with the waves as their witness... ie, they both kill themselves so they can be together with their child forever.
it's.
beautiful.
go, my minion, and listen to it.
so anyway.
someone should put on the rock opera Hazards of Love.
seriously.
coolest album on the face of the earth.
i keep trying to visualize it in my head, and i think if a couple brilliant people but their heads together with the ever amazing Colin Meloy, then we'd have an amazing rock opera on our hands.
the story starts with Margaret, who goes riding. she gets up on the Taiga, (A place that sounds remarkably like 'tiger' when sung) and finds this fawn. and she's like, awwww, super sad face, it's hurt. so she goes to help it.
BUT THEN THE SUN SETS!
dun dun duuuuuuun.
and the fawn turns out to be a man who is under a spell where he takes the form of a fawn by day. (His name is William)
and they fall in love.
(awwww)
so, then, Margaret goes home, but she's pregnant. so, after a while, she finally goes back to find William, because she loves him and wants to be with him and have a family and all that jazz. so she finds him, and they cuddle and sing about how excited they are that they are going to be parents.
enter the Queen.
she's William's mother... sort of. she adopted him. and so she walks up and he's cuddling with this random pregnant woman. (Don't worry, Margaret is asleep.)
so she flips out a little, like any good overprotective, crazy, villainous mother.
(good job.)
and William is like, "I love her, let me have this night with her and don't hurt her or anything, and we'll call it even. you stole my life from me by making me stay here, let me have it back for just a little while." and the Queen sings this AMAZING solo.
Intermission.
woot.
you come back from the interlude to an incredibly creepy song, courtesy of our REAL villain, the Rake. (It's called the Rake's Song. how original, right?)
he got married, had some kids, and then when his wife died he killed his three children so he wouldn't be tied down.
what a jerk, right? but an awesome song.
well, he walks by and sees Margaret and William and, being a rake, decides to kidnap her!
holy smokes.
so he grabs her, flings her across his horse's withers, and rides away with her. and then he gets to the river. which is huge and deep and the narrator tells us that he can't cross it.
enter the Queen. she's like, hey, she was distracting my son and you are going to go defile her. good job. thanks. here, lemme fly you across the river.
and the Rake is like, "Great!"
enter William's theme! it starts playing, which means William wakes up, realizes she's gone, and sets off to find her. he gets to the river, and he can hear her screaming across it. calling his name. how sweet.
so he sings one of my favorite songs of the album. Annan Water. he tells the river that if it will stop, and let him cross, he will commit suicide by jumping into the river after he has saved Margaret.
he's so cool.
so the river lets him across.
we get to hear the Rake tell Margaret that he's going to kill her and dump her body. she calls for William, and the Rake tells her not to bother.
but, of course, William shows up. and so do the Rake's dead children. and they kill him. and then William finds Margaret, but she's been beaten and tortured and possibly raped, and the baby died. so William sings, really sweetly, about the baby, and the Margaret and William get married with the waves as their witness... ie, they both kill themselves so they can be together with their child forever.
it's.
beautiful.
go, my minion, and listen to it.
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