Fly me to the moon

Fly me to the moon
let me play among the stars
let me see what spring is like
on Jupiter and Mars
in other words
hold my hand
in other words
baby, kiss me

Fill my heart with song
and let me sing forever-more
you are all I long for
all I worship and adore
in other words
please be true
in other words
I love you

--woohoo frank sinatra is so kool

What is this crazy thing called love? This insane emotion that makes my heart beat faster than ever before and my thoughts run out my mouth faster than prudence would normally allow. Normally that is, when Im not thinking of him. I try to pretend that he doesnt mean so much to me. But when the lights go down, and he's there, its clear that i've found my place in the world. Right there. Goodness me, "i never had the least notion that i could fall with so much emotion"-hehe
--Today I played my music for him... the music that always has been and always will be. But boy, how my friends shake their heads at it. I just can't help it.. ella fitzgerald doesnt just sing.. she sings.

If my life were a musical.. the soundtrack would be marvelous. I would buy it. I'd buy it for you too. Sometimes I just have those moments when I just want to break out in song right in the middle of something.. math with socharrrr.. who knows..
Here's how the musical would go....

scene one:
wake up in the morning after hitting snooze 4 times and put makeup:
"It was a one eyed one eared flying purple people eater"

scene two:
find parking spot way in the boonies of some small town outside edison and proceed to walk in sleet to school
"Someday they'll repave the paradise they made into a parking lot"

scene three:
chat with kat and the girls by dina's locker to the song:
"damn it feels good to be a gangsta"

scene four:
in the chem lec room with some kool ass nerds.. (no not "ass nerds" that would just be weird)
"i was never kool in school...."

scene five:
homeroom with socharrrrr to the tune
"yo ho huhlloo a pirate's life for me"

scene sex:
yes i did that on purpose
mr wicke's english class
"i love it when you call me mr wicke, throw your hands in the air if u are a straight A'er"

scene seven:
mr spike's never ending history class
"i believe.. i believe... the wars you talk about with me"

scene eight:
precalc with the pirate
"its killing me, im dying.... to put a little F on ur report card"

scene nine:
lunch room fun
"is it in his smile? oh no thats not the way, if you want to know if he loves you so its in his kiss"

scene ten:
high drama:
"friggen A" and "this isnt beautiful, so lets drop out"

concluded with the final scene 11:
the phone call with priority mail #4
"lets not go to school tomorrow... together"

Alright so I cant stay long because I have 3 priorities to take care of. But here I am anyway. So today was fat tuesday and we had pancakes for dinner, because apparently thats what you're supposed to eat ... or something. I dunno, they were alright but I was kinda in the mood for italian. So i stuffed a pancake in my mouth and proceeded to talk with an italian accent.. it all worked out just fine.

Today was really good (at least parts of it) because I got a friggen 94 on my catullus essay (which i had fun with) and got to brag about it all day. =-) 94's an A... right? hehe wow is this what it feels like to get an A... pretty nice

Today was also good because of the extra attention i surprisingly received. From mr. wicke (comments yay!) from rich (he singled me out to make fun of yay!) and from my friends who are just super. I need a shoulder massage though because im so tense right now its insane.. hehe

we have new carpet... im walking on tapestries

ya so i woke up and thought it was saturday.. i hate when i do that, and no dress down tomorrow- something about from ashes to ashes... im looking foward to the weekend... i have all these plans running through my mind i just hope that they all can work out for me.

(well i know i can do them all... it just depends on whether everyone else will be doing them with me)

give me a call cuz im looking over math... and ur prolly better at it than i am! sin cos tan... tan? me? but im irish?

ok so i understand that its no where near christmas, but i was reading this book last night and thinking of the play and just had to put some of this up here... yeah its great and I'm Ali G.

From Holidays On Ice by David Sedaris

Front Row Center With Thaddeus Bristol

The approach of Christmas signifies three things: bad movies, unforgivable television, and even worse theater. I'm talking bone-crushing theater, the type our ancient ancestors used to oppress their enemies before the invention of the stretching rack. We're talking torture on a par with teh Scottsfield Dinner Theater's 1994 revival of Come Blow Your Horn, a production that violated every tenet of the Human Rights Accord. To those of you who enjoy the comfort of a nice set of thumbscrews, allow me to recommend any of the crucifying holiday plays and pageants currently eliciting screams of mercy from within the confines of our local elementary and middle schools. I will, no doubt, be taken to task for criticizing the work of children, but as any pathologist will agree, if there's a cancer it's best to treat it as early as possible.

If you happened to stand over four feet tall, the agony awaiting you at Sacred Heart Elementary began the moment you took your seat. these were mean little chairs corralled into a "theater" haunted by the lingering stench of industrial-strength lasagna. My question is not why they chose to stage the production in a poorly disguised cafeteria, but why they chose to stage it at all. "The Story of the First Christmas" is an overrated clunker of a holiday pageant , best left to those looking to cure their chronic insomnia. Although the program listed no director, the apathetic staging suggested the limp, partially paralyzed hand of Sister Mary Elizabeth Bronson, who should have been excommunicated after last season's disasterous Thanksgiving program. Here again the first through third-grade actors graced the stage with an enthusiasm most children reserve for a smallpox vaccination. One could hardly blame them for their lack of vitality, as the stngy, uninspired script consists, not of springy dialogue, but rather of a deadening series of pronouncements.

Mary to Joseph: "I am tired"
Joseph to Mary: "We will rest here for the night."

There's no fire, no give and take, and the audience soon grows weary of this passionless relationship.

In the role of Mary, six-year-old Shannon Burke just barely manages to pass herself off as a virgin. A cloying, preening stage presence, her performance seemed based on nothing but an annoying proclivity toward lifting her skirt, and, on rare occassions, opening her eyes. As Joseph, second-grade student Douglas Trazzare needed to be reminded that, although his character did not technically impregnate the virgin mother, he should behave as though he were capable of doing so. Thrown into the mix were a handful of inattentive sheperds and a trio of gift-bearing seven-year-olds who could probably give the Three Stooges a run for their money. As for the lighting, Sacred Heart Elementary chose to rely on nothing more than the flashbulbs ignited by the obnoxious stage mothers and fathers who had created those zombies staggering back and forth across the linoleum-floored dining hall. Under certain circumstances parental pride is understandable but it has no place in theater, where it tends to encourage a child to believe in a talent that, more often than not, simply fails to exist. In order for a pageant to work, it needs to appeal to everyone, regardless of their relationship to the actors onstage. This production found me on the side of the yawning cafeteria workers.

Pointing to the oversized crate that served as a manger, one particularly insufficient wise man proclaimed, "A child is bored."
Yes, well, so was this adult.

The problem with all of these shows stems partially from their maddening eagerness to please. With smiles stretched tight as bungee cords, these hopeless amateurs pranced and gamboled across our local stages, hiding behind their youth and begging, practically demanding, we forgive their egregious mistakes. The English language was chewed into a paste, missed opportunities came and went, and the sets were changed so slowly you'd think the stagehands were encumbered by full-body casts. While billing themselves as holiday entertainment, none of these productions came close to capturing the spirit of Christmas. This glaring irony seemed to escape the throngs of ticketholders, who ate these uncooked turkeys right down to the bone. Here were audiences that chuckled at every technical snafu and applauded riotously each time a new character wandered out onto the stage. With the close of every curtain they leapt to their feat in one ovation after another, leaving me wedged into my doll-sized chair and wondering, "Is it just them, or am I missing something?"

thank you david sedaris for bringing the cruel reality of theatre to light...

DON'T THINK TWICE IT'S ALRIGHT
by Bob Dylan

It ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe
It don't matter, anyhow
An' it ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe
If you don't know by now
When your rooster crows at the break of dawn
Look out your window and I'll be gone
You're the reason I'm trav'lin' on
Don't think twice, it's all right

It ain't no use in turnin' on your light, babe
That light I never knowed
An' it ain't no use in turnin' on your light, babe
I'm on the dark side of the road
Still I wish there was somethin' you would do or say
To try and make me change my mind and stay
We never did too much talkin' anyway
So don't think twice, it's all right

It ain't no use in callin' out my name, gal
Like you never did before
It ain't no use in callin' out my name, gal
I can't hear you any more
I'm a-thinkin' and a-wond'rin' all the way down the road
I once loved a woman, a child I'm told
I give her my heart but she wanted my soul
But don't think twice, it's all right

I'm walkin' down that long, lonesome road, babe
Where I'm bound, I can't tell
But goodbye's too good a word, gal
So I'll just say fare thee well
I ain't sayin' you treated me unkind
You could have done better but I don't mind
You just kinda wasted my precious time
But don't think twice, it's all right

=-) wow thats one of the prettiest songs I know. If I could play guitar I'd play it all the time. Sure the lyrics are sad so I wouldnt want to sing it to anyone, but I find myself humming it all the time. My dad plays it on the guitar when he's fooling around with it.. he's not that great but that song is just that good. :::Sigh:::

Im trying to put things in order, prioritize i've heard it called. This is the list of 15 I have going so far:

1.) The play (grease is the friggin word.. u better believe it!)

2.) School (yes, sochor has it out for me and slightly reminds me of a pirate... arrrr)

3.) Bathing (not that im incredibly disgustingly dirty.. but i bathing totally refreshes my spirits)

4.) Joe* (ok so maybe this 1 could have gone a bit higher but for his own safety i'll put him under bathing)

5.) Friends (yes i have friends.. well... yeah sure i do!)

6.) Family (yes including my mother who drives me nuts and my brothers who just are.. not me though im not nuts... im just a product of my upbringing and arent u glad?)

7.) Prom (ie diet, which is not the most painful item on my list but does loom over my head like a big black spider just waiting for me to trip up and become entangled in its gooey web of mozzerella cheese on its deep dish pizza snare.)

8.) Sleeping (Yes late nights on the phone with item number 4 along with lots of crying over item number 2 have led me to this moment when i realize that sleep should be on my list ... somewhere =-)

9.) Youth group/choir (eh.. this is important and I should keep it up since its good for me)

10.) Breathing ( hmm this one i should do more often as I am likely to pass out again if I dont keep at it. Though it is not as easy as it seems because of things like item 4 that constantly makes itself an obstacle by consistently taking my breath away... perhaps i should rethink number 4)

11.) Staying healthy (this is a big issue that I am placing very little importance on because when dating mono-man the likelyhood is high that i'll either become mentally ill or my liver will explode.... that number 4... severely dangerous to a girl's health... and priorities!)

12.) Keeping money in my wallet (working) (ah yes... selling to people's vices at the pharmacy where the drama is intense and the hours are light... Im not working at all this month.. hopefully when i come back in april they will accept me back!)

13.) Keeping gas in my car (i love minty.. dont get me wrong, but honestly she drinks too much, and I've had this discussion with her before but she is a happening chic and just refuses to adjust her lifestyle to fit my budget.)

14.) Eating (ok so this one isnt quite as important.. plus with my lack of funds *items 12 and 13 and my prom priorities *item 7 this one shouldnt bother me too much)

15.) Blogging (yes and as i'll say in a moment from now.. this one is somewhat out of place.. and obviously you'll discover in a minute that i wrote whats below this before i wrote this. =-)

Yes, being clean is a good thing, but if i cant hum beauty school drop out what good am i? Plus I dont think my friends, family, or handsome mono-man would like me as much if I didnt put bathing in the top 3.. though obviously blogging is more important than i say because im doing that now instead of everything else on that list. hehe

the only other song that might be prettier than bob's is this one...

saying i love you is not the words i want to hear from you
its not that i want you not to say it, but if you only knew
how easy it would be to show me how you feel
more than words is all you have to do to make it real
then you wouldnt have to say that you love me
cuz i'd already know

what would you do if my heart was torn in two?
more than words to show you feel
that your love for me is real
what would you say if i took those words away?
then you couldnt make things new
just by saying i love you.

now that i've tried to talk to you and make you understand
all you have to do is close your eyes and just reach out your hand
and touch me, hold me close dont ever let me go.
more than words is all I ever needed you to show,
then you wouldnt have to say that you love me
cuz i'd already know.

written by my mom and a band she was in... made famous by Extreme