<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2708972836473163846</id><updated>2011-07-07T21:09:27.303-07:00</updated><category term='Autobiograsongs'/><category term='Make Believe'/><category term='Holiday Songs'/><category term='Reality'/><category term='Nonsense'/><category term='Musings'/><category term='Parodies'/><category term='News'/><title type='text'>My Life: A Musical</title><subtitle type='html'>Capturing the songs of life- one day at a time! Follow me and I'll follow you!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeamusical1.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2708972836473163846/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeamusical1.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>DoveGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01751701745540182881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YtQKC6teFMs/TBTrzxw6KEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/g2EHj4pxjeE/S220/More+of+my+pics+003.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>41</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2708972836473163846.post-5126262210706683229</id><published>2010-09-06T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T19:56:31.373-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reality'/><title type='text'>Day 36: 9/6/10</title><content type='html'>Happy Labor day, Everybody! It's kind of ironic that today is the day I go back to blogging, isn't it? Did that make any sense? Hmm... Well it did to me! Anyways, here's the things you've missed- A week or two after I stopped blogging I had 3 birthday parties (one being my own); then I spent the end of summer break with my friends... Then it ended. And school started! At least I have good teachers, and friends to help me through it! Oh, speaking of which, I have to read 5 chapters of &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;To Kill a Mockingbird&lt;/span&gt; tonight, so I'm gonna have to hurry this up! Anyways here's today: I woke up. Sneezed. Coughed. Said to myself "Dangit! I'm Sick!" So I spent the day mainly in my room with a pile of used tissues next to me. Finally I brought myself to do something, instead of just laying around being sick. So I listened to last weeks "Sound Opinions" and found my new fave band Wye Oak, I'm listening to them right now! Then I took some DayQuil and started going on a yahoo answers marathon, alongside Turtle. I'm only 26 points away from level two! I really liked answering the questions, I felt like I was helping them- or at least entertaining myself! Then I put the Wye Oak album "The Knot" on my iPod and left it to charge while I went downstairs to eat these EXTREMELY delicious ribs for dinner! They tasted sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo good! Uh-oh! Already 9:35! Better Hurry! So anyway I went back upstairs, answered more questions, watched &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Signs&lt;/span&gt; with my mom, took a shower, took more DayQuil, Grabbed &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;To Kill a Mockingbird&lt;/span&gt;, got bored, grabbed my computer, and here I am now! Oh! And practiced guitar! Thats about it! So here's my song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Bedridden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open up your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Then you realize,&lt;br /&gt;With a sudden Cough,&lt;br /&gt;You ain't gonna Blast off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You stretch anyways,&lt;br /&gt;Like any other days.&lt;br /&gt;You try to stand,&lt;br /&gt;But soon see that you cant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get uuuuuuuused to it!&lt;br /&gt;This is hooooooow it is!&lt;br /&gt;Not gonna change,&lt;br /&gt;There's no exchange!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bedridden,&lt;br /&gt;Bed-&lt;br /&gt;Bed-&lt;br /&gt;Bedridden!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You lay back down,&lt;br /&gt;With a big Ol' Frown,&lt;br /&gt;You blow your nose,&lt;br /&gt;Even louder then the sparrows&lt;br /&gt;Out side your windows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And your life just sucks!&lt;br /&gt;Cuz your in a muck!&lt;br /&gt;And it just wont end!&lt;br /&gt;And your STUCK IN BED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bedridden,&lt;br /&gt;Bed-&lt;br /&gt;Bed-&lt;br /&gt;Bedridden!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And things get good, &lt;br /&gt;And it's understood,&lt;br /&gt;And you help 'em out,&lt;br /&gt;Without a doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it feels fine,&lt;br /&gt;Cuz their advice is mine,&lt;br /&gt;And you start to smile,&lt;br /&gt;And you're all freestyle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bedridden&lt;br /&gt;Bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ridden!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2708972836473163846-5126262210706683229?l=mylifeamusical1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeamusical1.blogspot.com/feeds/5126262210706683229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeamusical1.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-36-9610.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2708972836473163846/posts/default/5126262210706683229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2708972836473163846/posts/default/5126262210706683229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeamusical1.blogspot.com/2010/09/day-36-9610.html' title='Day 36: 9/6/10'/><author><name>DoveGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01751701745540182881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YtQKC6teFMs/TBTrzxw6KEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/g2EHj4pxjeE/S220/More+of+my+pics+003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2708972836473163846.post-9087207208823466445</id><published>2010-07-29T16:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T11:17:49.259-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reality'/><title type='text'>Day 35: 7/28/10</title><content type='html'>Today was exceptionally boring, except I found some songs I'd written a while back. Here are one of  them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Parting Time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get me out, I want to leave.&lt;br /&gt;Let me go, I need to fly!&lt;br /&gt;I have a dream-&lt;br /&gt;So many goals to achieve.&lt;br /&gt;So don't be sad, but it's time to say gooooooodbye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my craziest fantasies,&lt;br /&gt;I was lonely and lost,&lt;br /&gt;And it came at a cost,&lt;br /&gt;Did you know it was &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; heart you tossed,&lt;br /&gt;awaaaaaay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You hurt me once before,&lt;br /&gt;I can't take it anymore!&lt;br /&gt;So please don't cry-&lt;br /&gt;Cuz it's time to say goodbyeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't lock me in.&lt;br /&gt;Don't clip my wings.&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up on my hopes and dreams.&lt;br /&gt;Don't be sad but-&lt;br /&gt;It's time to say goooooodbyeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(instrumental break)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(repeat verse 1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(repeat verse 2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to say goooooooodbye!&lt;br /&gt;Oooooooh! It's time to sa-ay-&lt;br /&gt;Goooooood byeeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(p.s. i'm gonna take a little vacation sooo, buh bye for now!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2708972836473163846-9087207208823466445?l=mylifeamusical1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeamusical1.blogspot.com/feeds/9087207208823466445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeamusical1.blogspot.com/2010/07/day-35-72810.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2708972836473163846/posts/default/9087207208823466445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2708972836473163846/posts/default/9087207208823466445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeamusical1.blogspot.com/2010/07/day-35-72810.html' title='Day 35: 7/28/10'/><author><name>DoveGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01751701745540182881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YtQKC6teFMs/TBTrzxw6KEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/g2EHj4pxjeE/S220/More+of+my+pics+003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2708972836473163846.post-104909191295524468</id><published>2010-07-28T13:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T16:14:11.734-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reality'/><title type='text'>*BELATED* Day 35: 7/27/10</title><content type='html'>I had an equally strange dream this night. It was about aliens. And those crazy skaters that wear ridiculous close- like male-skinny jeans! Eeew! Any way their were a bunch of them only they had on those astronaught helmets and they were zombie walking and attacking the village! I knew they were aliens. It seemed common knowledge in my dream. It was awfully scary then but thinking about it now I can't help but giggle at it. Anyhow here's what happened that day. I spent the day at the Museum of science and industry with my dad. Our membership was about to expire and his teachy senses kicked in. "Go take the girl to an educational place while it's still free! You don't want to have to pay for the museum, do you?" His teachy senses were appealing to his money senses so he now had to senses  going for the museum! So, of course, we went. And it was actually pretty fun! The first thing we did was go to the science of storms exhibit. We spent a while on the first floor then went up to the second floor of the exhibit. From there we went to the You! The exhibit, thing. That was pretty fun! There was a test on there where you put your chin on a chinrest so your eyes are perfectly level. Then they ask you to count how many times a jumper lands on the red plane. I got that one right but the following question, I failed miserably! It said: "Did you notice the dragon?" I did not. I put all my attention on the task at hand and completely overlooked that poor flying reptile! Then their was this thing where there are two people and you put on a headband it measures how relaxed you are, and there's a ball in the middle, the object of the game is to push the ball away from you and into a painted circle by your opponent. You move the ball by relaxing. I played against my dad, and apparently it was an epic battle. I didnt watch. I sat with my head on the tabe tucked into my arms with my eyes closed and taking deep breaths. At one point I got extrememly distracted, I was singing in my head and giggling. There is a brain moniter that looks like a line graph. At that moment when I was giggling and going a little crazy in my head, my line went off the charts! My dad won. Oh, well. Then after alot more exhibits it was time to go home- that is the gift shop! I bought two smencils and then went home and back to doing nothing! It was a good day. So here's my song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be lame.&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be dumb.&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna be no fun.&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna go-o-o!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather stay home.&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather make earrings.&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather not go!&lt;br /&gt;Please! I'd rather not go-o-o!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is so dumb.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna disappear.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna jump outta the car.&lt;br /&gt;Anything, but go-o-o!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Spoken:)&lt;br /&gt;Uuuuuuuuuuuuugggggghh!&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...&lt;br /&gt;This is actually pretty-&lt;br /&gt;Oh wow!&lt;br /&gt;Huh. &lt;br /&gt;Well, who'd-a-thunk-it?&lt;br /&gt;Golly!&lt;br /&gt;hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Sung:)&lt;br /&gt;Well wat do you know?&lt;br /&gt;Well, golly me!&lt;br /&gt;Time to go back.&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna go-o-o!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That cheapskate sure-&lt;br /&gt;Knew what he was talkin' 'bout!&lt;br /&gt;Shoulda listened.&lt;br /&gt;To think I didn't wanna go-o-o!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna go-o-o &lt;br /&gt;baaaaaaaaack!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2708972836473163846-104909191295524468?l=mylifeamusical1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeamusical1.blogspot.com/feeds/104909191295524468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeamusical1.blogspot.com/2010/07/belated-day-35-72710.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2708972836473163846/posts/default/104909191295524468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2708972836473163846/posts/default/104909191295524468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeamusical1.blogspot.com/2010/07/belated-day-35-72710.html' title='*BELATED* Day 35: 7/27/10'/><author><name>DoveGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01751701745540182881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YtQKC6teFMs/TBTrzxw6KEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/g2EHj4pxjeE/S220/More+of+my+pics+003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2708972836473163846.post-2784660545021455447</id><published>2010-07-28T13:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T10:42:18.530-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reality'/><title type='text'>*BELATED* Day 34: 7/26/10</title><content type='html'>I had the WIERDEST dream of my life monday night! I dreamed that my family and I had gone out to breakfast and then went to see a movie, then when we got back their were these wierd devices that looked like those drag racing cars, only a LOT skinnier. There were also ramps that lay on the snow covered street, which is weird cuz it's summer! Any way, when we got near the house we saw my brother, checking the mail. This was impossible because my brother was standing next to us looking nervous. He was in two places at once. We soon find out that these red skinny race cars are time-machines. No one knew where they came from or why they were here, they simply appeared- On every single street! To use them u drive them down the ramp, then they look as though they are spinning out of control but that is actually what is supposed to happen. Green sparks should start to fash and then the car disappears, or transports. I was confused at it all. So I go over to a friends house (I'm not sure which one since throughout the dream she keeps changing into different friends of mine) She says she hasn't gone into the time machine yet, and she plans to avoid it. "Why?" I ask her "Seems like one hell of a good time to me! I always wanted to know what my future would be  like. Who do you think I marry? What job do I have?" She tells me "Well, everyone who came back, came back a little... Differently." She says the word differently like it's a question. Like she's not sure. But I am. "You're crazy!"&lt;br /&gt;"No I'm not! Think about it, Paloma, It's like they've been zombie-fied!" I thought about it and she was right. They al seemed a bit stiffer, a bit... Emotionless. Eeeee! I just got a shiver down my back! It seems eerie to me- remembering dreams, talking about them. It creeps me out, though I have no idea why! Anyway. Then we went to the movies, it was some space movie at first then we left. When I got home my dad was confronting my brother. "Did you use the time machine?" He asked. My brother was silent. "It's all right if you did!" He goes on. Then I wake up to my father going into my room, turning off my beloved a/c and opening my windows at 3 A.M.!  The rest of the morning I lay awake listening to the crickets screaming at me-"Stay awake! We won't let you sleep! So stop fighting it and just stay awake! STAY AWAKE!" It was soooo annoying and I never fell back asleep and the rest of the day was a groggy, sleepy blur. So here's the song:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Like Fiction&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't open those eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Or you'll miss out on a great surprise!&lt;br /&gt;While you were sleeping a world was built!&lt;br /&gt;Like fiction,&lt;br /&gt;Like fantasy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly everythings different!&lt;br /&gt;Though to you,&lt;br /&gt;It's exactly the same as always.&lt;br /&gt;Like fiction,&lt;br /&gt;Like fantasy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is your world,&lt;br /&gt;This is your life,&lt;br /&gt;Or that's what you think at least.&lt;br /&gt;Like fiction,&lt;br /&gt;Like fantasy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything's so fantastic!&lt;br /&gt;Everything absolutely insane!&lt;br /&gt;But to you are used to it by now.&lt;br /&gt;Like fiction,&lt;br /&gt;Like fantasy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it a dream?&lt;br /&gt;Can you separate it from-&lt;br /&gt;Reality?&lt;br /&gt;Like fiction,&lt;br /&gt;Like fantasy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are changing!&lt;br /&gt;Everything is transforming!&lt;br /&gt;Do you even notice?&lt;br /&gt;Like fiction,&lt;br /&gt;Like fantasy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just a dream!&lt;br /&gt;Like fiction!&lt;br /&gt;None of it's real!&lt;br /&gt;Like fantasy!&lt;br /&gt;It's only a dream!&lt;br /&gt;It's only just a dream!&lt;br /&gt;It's all in your mind!&lt;br /&gt;It's all a dream!&lt;br /&gt;Liiiiiiiiike fiction!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2708972836473163846-2784660545021455447?l=mylifeamusical1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeamusical1.blogspot.com/feeds/2784660545021455447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeamusical1.blogspot.com/2010/07/belated-day-34-72610.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2708972836473163846/posts/default/2784660545021455447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2708972836473163846/posts/default/2784660545021455447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeamusical1.blogspot.com/2010/07/belated-day-34-72610.html' title='*BELATED* Day 34: 7/26/10'/><author><name>DoveGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01751701745540182881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YtQKC6teFMs/TBTrzxw6KEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/g2EHj4pxjeE/S220/More+of+my+pics+003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2708972836473163846.post-1082765016500977953</id><published>2010-07-26T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T08:48:07.630-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reality'/><title type='text'>*BELATED* Day 33: 7/24/10</title><content type='html'>Ahhh, how nice it is to be back! Taking sundays off was the best decision of my life- not that I don't love all of you readers, don't get me wrong, it's just... Sometimes I need a break! Anyways, here's what happened on Saturday. It had rained all of the previous night- stormed, actually! There was MAJOR flooding all over the place- so much that they shut down the expressway! It was TERRIBLE weather for driving, but alas, I had my first lesson with a brand new teacher (my old one moved to California). So we drove over there and, surprisingly, there was no sign that it had even rained! Anyway, the lesson went quite swell! We did a lot of exorcises and scales and all of that jazz. So soon enough the lesson ended, and we went on our way- to the brown cow ice cream parlor. I had a chocolate peanut butter flavor, verrrrrrrrrrrry guuuuud! Then we headed to Michael's- BIG mistake! As soon as we got a mile or two away from the Brown Cow, the effects of the storm began to present themselves. All the yards and some of the streets we passed had turned into rivers, I felt like I lived in Venice- you know, where they have like rivers for streets? Well, that's what it looked like. However, the whole Venice-y style was not very good for those traveling by car instead of canoe. All the traffic lights had went out and the  traffic was consequentially unbearable! So we drove, and waited, then drove again, then waited again and so on and so on until we got to the Michael's, and Golly, It was really empty! So I bought some cool beads and when I got home I made to sets of jewelery. I call the first one, a necklace which consists of pink circular shells, sparkly cylindrical pink seed beads, and gorgeous metal flowers and a matching pair of earings, my "Beach Princess" set. I call the other one, a blacelet made of memory wire so that it coils around the wrist which consists of metallic checkered beads, two glossy metal spheres, purple and silver seed beads, and metallic black stars, and a matching set of earrings, my "Disco Diva" set. Aren't I creative? Hee, hee! So now heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeere's the Soooooooong! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Not For Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sketching fashion models,&lt;br /&gt;Making Jewelery!&lt;br /&gt;Writing dialogues for someone-&lt;br /&gt;Not for meee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living my own life,&lt;br /&gt;Following no one else.&lt;br /&gt;The whole going with the flow thing-&lt;br /&gt;It's not for meee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to indie music,&lt;br /&gt;Watching unpopular shows!&lt;br /&gt;Giving into what every one else likes-&lt;br /&gt;That's not for meee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who am I?&lt;br /&gt;That weird girl!&lt;br /&gt;Writing songs for someone else-&lt;br /&gt;Not for meee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna be somebody,&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna be free.&lt;br /&gt;Hiding from the rest of the world-&lt;br /&gt;That's not for meee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Googling my name and dreaming,&lt;br /&gt;One day I'll be famous and &lt;br /&gt;Google-ableeeee!&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming is not for meee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If dreaming was then would I be a doer???&lt;br /&gt;If dreaming were for meee!&lt;br /&gt;If I let myself believe-&lt;br /&gt;Not for meee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not for meee!&lt;br /&gt;Not for-&lt;br /&gt;Not for- &lt;br /&gt;Not for-&lt;br /&gt;Meeeeeeeee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2708972836473163846-1082765016500977953?l=mylifeamusical1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeamusical1.blogspot.com/feeds/1082765016500977953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeamusical1.blogspot.com/2010/07/belated-day-33-72410.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2708972836473163846/posts/default/1082765016500977953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2708972836473163846/posts/default/1082765016500977953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeamusical1.blogspot.com/2010/07/belated-day-33-72410.html' title='*BELATED* Day 33: 7/24/10'/><author><name>DoveGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01751701745540182881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YtQKC6teFMs/TBTrzxw6KEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/g2EHj4pxjeE/S220/More+of+my+pics+003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2708972836473163846.post-3422719445508242656</id><published>2010-07-24T09:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T19:25:38.714-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reality'/><title type='text'>*BELATED* Day 33: 7/23/10</title><content type='html'>Oh, it was a fun day yesterday! I spent the majority of it with Turtle. In the morning I woke up and went on my computer, I chatted with Turtle and we decided to see &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Toy Story 3&lt;/span&gt; and so, we did. We saw it in 3-D and I got all teared up at the end- It's soooo sad! So then after the movie, we weren't ready to go yet so we spent the rest of our time going store to store. We went to borders first, unfortunately everything there costs at least $1,000,000, and I only had around 4 or 5... It was quite sad really. So then we ventured onto Claire's, we put our money together and bought some hair thingies and REALLY cute earrings! ^_^ So... now I owe her 10 dollars.. :(- moving on, after that we went to Old Navy where she bought flip flops and I was broke! So, then we got a lift and went on our ways. It was fun. So, that's about it. Sooooooooo, here's my song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Only a Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living and laughing-&lt;br /&gt;Being with friends.&lt;br /&gt;Going places,&lt;br /&gt;Spendin money!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watchin movies,&lt;br /&gt;Cryin'-&lt;br /&gt;Totally, Freeeeakin out!&lt;br /&gt;Being the only one clappin; at the eeeeeend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awkward moments,&lt;br /&gt;Lively moments,&lt;br /&gt;Joyous moments,&lt;br /&gt;Moments you'll never forgeeeeeeet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of this,&lt;br /&gt;All of this,&lt;br /&gt;All of this,&lt;br /&gt;Only a daaaaaaay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget your worries,&lt;br /&gt;Abandon your stress.&lt;br /&gt;Just relax-&lt;br /&gt;Just liiiiiiiiive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can worry-&lt;br /&gt;You can cry-&lt;br /&gt;Or simply,&lt;br /&gt;Just liiiiiiiive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of this,&lt;br /&gt;All of this,&lt;br /&gt;All of this,&lt;br /&gt;Only a daaaaaaay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all there-&lt;br /&gt;Only a daaaaaaay.&lt;br /&gt;It all fits-&lt;br /&gt;Only a daaaaaaay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only a daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2708972836473163846-3422719445508242656?l=mylifeamusical1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeamusical1.blogspot.com/feeds/3422719445508242656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeamusical1.blogspot.com/2010/07/belated-day-33-72310.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2708972836473163846/posts/default/3422719445508242656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2708972836473163846/posts/default/3422719445508242656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeamusical1.blogspot.com/2010/07/belated-day-33-72310.html' title='*BELATED* Day 33: 7/23/10'/><author><name>DoveGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01751701745540182881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YtQKC6teFMs/TBTrzxw6KEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/g2EHj4pxjeE/S220/More+of+my+pics+003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2708972836473163846.post-7943330965802057122</id><published>2010-07-22T17:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T19:11:18.631-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reality'/><title type='text'>Day 32: 7/22/10</title><content type='html'>I'm getting this over with earlier today. So here's what you missed: I woke up feeling like a million bucks, so i went to the bathroom where i discovered there was no toilet paper! So, five minutes of screaming for help later my father came to my rescue with a new roll that he threw at me. Then I made another To-do list (I know it's such a cliche and seems quite pointless but it really works!), so I made my bed and further cleaned my room, gave my dog a manicure, gave my dog a massage, made my dog a gourmet meal, OH GOTTA PEE! BRB! Okay, I'm back. Haha! Srry, I'm watching the Simpsons Movie. Okay, anyway. I pretty much pampered my dog, spoiling him and every thing. Know what? I gotta work out in a little bit so I'll end with that and get straight to the song. Okay, here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Teddy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd do anything for you!&lt;br /&gt;I love you,&lt;br /&gt;Honey, sweetie,&lt;br /&gt;Teddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd climb mountains for you!&lt;br /&gt;I'd swim rivers for you!&lt;br /&gt;I love you, darling-&lt;br /&gt;Teddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, sweet!&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my Teddy!&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Hon!&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my Teddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, joy!&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my Teddy!&lt;br /&gt;Oh, dear!&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my Teddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, sweet!&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my Teddy!&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Hon!&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my Teddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teddy teddy!&lt;br /&gt;Teddddyy!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2708972836473163846-7943330965802057122?l=mylifeamusical1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeamusical1.blogspot.com/feeds/7943330965802057122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeamusical1.blogspot.com/2010/07/day-32-72210.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2708972836473163846/posts/default/7943330965802057122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2708972836473163846/posts/default/7943330965802057122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeamusical1.blogspot.com/2010/07/day-32-72210.html' title='Day 32: 7/22/10'/><author><name>DoveGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01751701745540182881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YtQKC6teFMs/TBTrzxw6KEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/g2EHj4pxjeE/S220/More+of+my+pics+003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2708972836473163846.post-1074109484727222270</id><published>2010-07-21T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T20:36:51.673-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reality'/><title type='text'>Day 32: 7/21/10</title><content type='html'>Oh! Just worked out, so nice and now I feel healthy! Yay! Okay, going on (in list form.) Today I...&lt;br /&gt;1) went out for breakfast&lt;br /&gt;2) made a To-do list&lt;br /&gt;3) Practiced violin&lt;br /&gt;4) Cleaned my room&lt;br /&gt;5) Washed and groomed my dog&lt;br /&gt;6) Ate lunch&lt;br /&gt;7) Practiced Guitar&lt;br /&gt;8) Watched &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ghostbusters 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Went Pee (this was actually on my list, hee hee!)&lt;br /&gt;10)Wrote a bit and read a bit&lt;br /&gt;11)Checked my e-mail&lt;br /&gt;12)Did something fun and entertaining&lt;br /&gt;13)Worked out while watching &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Psych&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there's my day and here's my song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;In a List&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writin' it down,&lt;br /&gt;Plannin' it out,&lt;br /&gt;Preparin' for the day.&lt;br /&gt;Can't prepare for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Livin it up-&lt;br /&gt;On a leash.&lt;br /&gt;Got it all set up-&lt;br /&gt;Ready for any thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he storms in!&lt;br /&gt;Ruins your plans!&lt;br /&gt;Screaming and shouting!&lt;br /&gt;Being such a jerk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tryin' your best-&lt;br /&gt;To finish your list,&lt;br /&gt;Finish the day.&lt;br /&gt;Be fore life throws a curveball!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is all a li-i-ist!&lt;br /&gt;Life's wrapped up-&lt;br /&gt;In a List!&lt;br /&gt;Life is just a li-i-ist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writin' it down,&lt;br /&gt;Plannin' it out,&lt;br /&gt;Preparin' for the day.&lt;br /&gt;Can't prepare for everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is all a li-i-ist!&lt;br /&gt;Life's wrapped up-&lt;br /&gt;In a List!&lt;br /&gt;Life is just a li-i-ist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is all a li-i-ist!&lt;br /&gt;Life's wrapped up-&lt;br /&gt;In a List!&lt;br /&gt;Life is just a li-i-ist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is wrapped up-&lt;br /&gt;In a-&lt;br /&gt;Li-i-i-ist!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2708972836473163846-1074109484727222270?l=mylifeamusical1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeamusical1.blogspot.com/feeds/1074109484727222270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeamusical1.blogspot.com/2010/07/day-32-72110.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2708972836473163846/posts/default/1074109484727222270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2708972836473163846/posts/default/1074109484727222270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeamusical1.blogspot.com/2010/07/day-32-72110.html' title='Day 32: 7/21/10'/><author><name>DoveGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01751701745540182881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YtQKC6teFMs/TBTrzxw6KEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/g2EHj4pxjeE/S220/More+of+my+pics+003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2708972836473163846.post-4880811698526200418</id><published>2010-07-20T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T21:15:41.601-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 31: 7/20/10</title><content type='html'>G'day all of you people on the World wide web Internet! How are you today? I'm serious- I want to know how you are! So if you read this you are REQUIRED to tell me how you're feeling this fine day- and if I know you pleases tell me who you are, Okay? Okay! Now- on with the story telling part of this blog. Well, it was just a real do-nothing-sort-of-lazy-kind-of-day I started by watching spongebob while eating my cereal from Trader Joe's, then I practiced my violin for quite a bit and watched mor Spongebob (God, I love that guy!). After on more show my dad reminded me to brush my teeth. Then I got bored and went to my room, I practiced my lace knitting and ended up reading various books for a few hours! Then I went downstairs and went on my computer, I adventured in the distant and exotic land of facebook then had a crissiont for dinner- And PUDDING! Yipee! So then Me and my dad went to the pet store and then the gelato store (where some wierd kids glared at me like I had just spat on his great-grandma's grave! It slightly scared me...) Then I came back home worked out and here I am now- OH! And I saw the new Warehouse 13- Soooooooooooooooo gud! Tomorrow is Psych (Are you a fan of delicious flavor?) so without further ado, I am going to excorsize my writing muscles with a made up song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Blah Blah- Whippersnapper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah blah blah!&lt;br /&gt;That's all I can hear!&lt;br /&gt;Blah blah blah!&lt;br /&gt;What was that?&lt;br /&gt;Whippersnapper!&lt;br /&gt;Hey now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boredom seeping,&lt;br /&gt;Through my body!&lt;br /&gt;I really, truly,&lt;br /&gt;Absolutely, possitively-&lt;br /&gt;Hate You!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah blah blah!&lt;br /&gt;I don't give a care!&lt;br /&gt;Blah blah blah!&lt;br /&gt;I seriously dislike you!&lt;br /&gt;Dork!&lt;br /&gt;I could care leeeeeeeeeess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hatred boiling from my toes!&lt;br /&gt;Rising up!&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm gonna blow!&lt;br /&gt;I can't conceal &lt;br /&gt;The way I feeeeeeeeeel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah blah blah!&lt;br /&gt;That's all I can hear!&lt;br /&gt;Blah blah blah!&lt;br /&gt;What was that?&lt;br /&gt;Whippersnapper!&lt;br /&gt;Hey now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah blah blah!&lt;br /&gt;Blah blah blah!&lt;br /&gt;Blah blah blah!&lt;br /&gt;Blah blaaaaaah!&lt;br /&gt;Blah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2708972836473163846-4880811698526200418?l=mylifeamusical1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeamusical1.blogspot.com/feeds/4880811698526200418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeamusical1.blogspot.com/2010/07/day-31-72010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2708972836473163846/posts/default/4880811698526200418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2708972836473163846/posts/default/4880811698526200418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeamusical1.blogspot.com/2010/07/day-31-72010.html' title='Day 31: 7/20/10'/><author><name>DoveGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01751701745540182881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YtQKC6teFMs/TBTrzxw6KEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/g2EHj4pxjeE/S220/More+of+my+pics+003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2708972836473163846.post-6270375536045538470</id><published>2010-07-19T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T20:53:50.882-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reality'/><title type='text'>Day 30: 7/19/10</title><content type='html'>Well, you may have noticed that I haven't written in a while. And the reason for this is two words: Stage Door. Yes, "Stage Door"- in case you were wondering, Stage Door is my play. Friday was opening night so that whole entire week was tech week where we work our rear ends off and come home to exhausted to blog! So now I'm back... and now I'm done with this summer camp- forever! You see next year I won't be within the age limit! So long sweet summer camp! How I'll miss you! Anyway, all my performances went well and a number of people said things along the lines of "You were so funny!" to me, overall it was a GREAT show and the directors said they couldn't be prouder of us. It was one of those truly bittersweet moments where your not sure whether to laugh hysterically or burst out sobbing! At the moment I laughed but now that reality has set in, tears start to linger into my eyes when I think of how great an expierience this one acting program has been and how much of an impact it's had on me and how... I won't be able to do it, ever again- well, except for in the school year! Oh, you don't want to hear me go on an on and on about my little drama- so, ITS SONG TIME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Just Another Swan Song (Theatre)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why must the sky darken each night-&lt;br /&gt;despite its beauuuutiful shade of blue?&lt;br /&gt;And why must birds abandon us-&lt;br /&gt;Once Jack frost returns?&lt;br /&gt;And why are you sooooo-&lt;br /&gt;Important to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This ain't just another swan song!&lt;br /&gt;This aint just another Goodbye!&lt;br /&gt;This one's made just for youuuuuu-&lt;br /&gt;theatre!&lt;br /&gt;My only love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theatre-&lt;br /&gt;Why are you so insane?&lt;br /&gt;Theatre-&lt;br /&gt;Why Do I stil love you?&lt;br /&gt;Theatre, theatre!&lt;br /&gt;The feel of your name on my lips!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This ain't just another swan song!&lt;br /&gt;This ain't just another goodbye!&lt;br /&gt;This one's special!&lt;br /&gt;This one's for youuuuuu!&lt;br /&gt;No, no, this ain't just another swan song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll always keep you-&lt;br /&gt;Never release you!&lt;br /&gt;I'll only hold you-&lt;br /&gt;And I'll never scold you!&lt;br /&gt;I'll do nothing but-&lt;br /&gt;Lo-ove youuuu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know-&lt;br /&gt;This ain't just another swan song!&lt;br /&gt;This ain't just another goodbye!&lt;br /&gt;This one's special!&lt;br /&gt;This one's for youuuuuu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theatre.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2708972836473163846-6270375536045538470?l=mylifeamusical1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeamusical1.blogspot.com/feeds/6270375536045538470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeamusical1.blogspot.com/2010/07/day-30-71910.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2708972836473163846/posts/default/6270375536045538470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2708972836473163846/posts/default/6270375536045538470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeamusical1.blogspot.com/2010/07/day-30-71910.html' title='Day 30: 7/19/10'/><author><name>DoveGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01751701745540182881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YtQKC6teFMs/TBTrzxw6KEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/g2EHj4pxjeE/S220/More+of+my+pics+003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2708972836473163846.post-5839869148320474722</id><published>2010-07-12T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T20:51:40.238-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reality'/><title type='text'>Day 29: 7/12/10</title><content type='html'>Well, it's the last week of my camp... :(, and though it is quite sad- it's also VERY exciting! On Friday it will be opening night and I am sooooo nervous and scared and exciting and hmmm... What else? Oh who can tell? So anyway here's how the day happened. In the morning I had a blueberry bagel. Then I realized that we were out of turkey and all we had was this gross Trader Joe's peanut butter and jelly. So that's what I made myself for lunch. Then I headed off for camp. At camp we tried on our costumes. Which caused us to be late for lunch! After a very uneventful lunch we had a run through in costumes with light and all that stuff. I truly felt like Bernice Neimeyer, my character. That's what I love about acting. It gives you a chance to be someone else, if only for a moment. I tend to get bored of my life, sometimes I need to escape. Acting is my escape, as well as writing (fiction, make believe songs, etc.). But, acting is of course my favorite escape of all! So here's the song:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Not Me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living life.&lt;br /&gt;Getting bored.&lt;br /&gt;Feeling tired.&lt;br /&gt;Must escape.&lt;br /&gt;Not meeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open you eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Who are you?&lt;br /&gt;Not me!&lt;br /&gt;Not you!&lt;br /&gt;Do you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel the need&lt;br /&gt;to change you life!&lt;br /&gt;Well just imagine,&lt;br /&gt;and you're &lt;br /&gt;Not meee!&lt;br /&gt;You're not youuu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open you eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Who are you?&lt;br /&gt;Not me!&lt;br /&gt;Not you!&lt;br /&gt;Do you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling bored?&lt;br /&gt;Need a change?&lt;br /&gt;Got to-&lt;br /&gt;Escaaaaaaape?&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm&lt;br /&gt;Not Meeeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open you eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Who are you?&lt;br /&gt;Not me!&lt;br /&gt;Not you!&lt;br /&gt;Do you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not me!&lt;br /&gt;Escaaaaaape!&lt;br /&gt;Not Me!&lt;br /&gt;Not you!&lt;br /&gt;Not me!&lt;br /&gt;Who ar you!&lt;br /&gt;Not mee!&lt;br /&gt;Not MEEEEEE!&lt;br /&gt;NOT!&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;meeeeeeeeeee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2708972836473163846-5839869148320474722?l=mylifeamusical1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeamusical1.blogspot.com/feeds/5839869148320474722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeamusical1.blogspot.com/2010/07/day-29-71210.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2708972836473163846/posts/default/5839869148320474722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2708972836473163846/posts/default/5839869148320474722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeamusical1.blogspot.com/2010/07/day-29-71210.html' title='Day 29: 7/12/10'/><author><name>DoveGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01751701745540182881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YtQKC6teFMs/TBTrzxw6KEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/g2EHj4pxjeE/S220/More+of+my+pics+003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2708972836473163846.post-495247591866756251</id><published>2010-07-12T15:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T20:06:41.557-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Make Believe'/><title type='text'>*BELATED* Day 28: 7/11/10</title><content type='html'>Well, I looked at the poll, and... *sniff*... Someone gave me a "2"!!!!!!!! Waaaaaah!!! I'm so devastated (Insert hint of sarcasm)!! So how's it going? I can't remember what happened on Saturday sooooooooo I guess I'll have to make up a song. Here goes another "Make Believe" song for my 2 star blog D':... So saddd! Okay, enough "tears" shed.  Time 4 a song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;All of 'Em&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lorelei lived.&lt;br /&gt;Lorelei died.&lt;br /&gt;Lorelei laughed.&lt;br /&gt;Lorelei cried.&lt;br /&gt;Lorelei never&lt;br /&gt;Socialiiiiiiized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She lived all alone-&lt;br /&gt;'Cept for her&lt;br /&gt;Brother&lt;br /&gt;Ezequiel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ezequiel mooched.&lt;br /&gt;Ezequiel slept.&lt;br /&gt;Ezequiel ate.&lt;br /&gt;Eziquiel promised.&lt;br /&gt;Ezequiel lied.&lt;br /&gt;Slothishly lived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loved nobody-&lt;br /&gt;'Cept for a&lt;br /&gt;Gorgeous gal named &lt;br /&gt;Indira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indira ran.&lt;br /&gt;Indira hid.&lt;br /&gt;Indira loved.&lt;br /&gt;Indira loathed-&lt;br /&gt;Every one but&lt;br /&gt;Herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of 'em.&lt;br /&gt;Fit together!&lt;br /&gt;All of 'em.&lt;br /&gt;Are strangers.&lt;br /&gt;All of 'em.&lt;br /&gt;Have seen eachother.&lt;br /&gt;All of 'em.&lt;br /&gt;Need eachother!&lt;br /&gt;All of 'em.&lt;br /&gt;Fit together!&lt;br /&gt;All of 'em.&lt;br /&gt;Are strangers.&lt;br /&gt;All of 'em.&lt;br /&gt;Have seen eachother.&lt;br /&gt;All of 'em.&lt;br /&gt;Need eachother!&lt;br /&gt;All of 'em.&lt;br /&gt;Fit together!&lt;br /&gt;All of 'em.&lt;br /&gt;Are strangers.&lt;br /&gt;All of 'em.&lt;br /&gt;Have seen eachother.&lt;br /&gt;All of 'em.&lt;br /&gt;Need eachother!&lt;br /&gt;All of 'em.&lt;br /&gt;All of 'em.&lt;br /&gt;All of 'em.&lt;br /&gt;All of 'em.&lt;br /&gt;All of 'em.&lt;br /&gt;All of 'em.&lt;br /&gt;All of 'eeeeeeeeem!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2708972836473163846-495247591866756251?l=mylifeamusical1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeamusical1.blogspot.com/feeds/495247591866756251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeamusical1.blogspot.com/2010/07/belated-day-28-71110.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2708972836473163846/posts/default/495247591866756251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2708972836473163846/posts/default/495247591866756251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeamusical1.blogspot.com/2010/07/belated-day-28-71110.html' title='*BELATED* Day 28: 7/11/10'/><author><name>DoveGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01751701745540182881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YtQKC6teFMs/TBTrzxw6KEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/g2EHj4pxjeE/S220/More+of+my+pics+003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2708972836473163846.post-6977912008605434614</id><published>2010-07-09T18:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T20:45:57.154-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reality'/><title type='text'>Day 27: 7/9/10</title><content type='html'>TGI Friday! So, my dear beloved (somewhere around nine- see poll) readers or Looky Lous, how was your Friday? Mine was pretty average. Pretty good, as well! In the morning I woke up at 8:20, only 40 minutes before I had to go so I got dressed and tied my hair- which I hadn't bothered to brush- into a messy ponytail. I rushed downstairs, had a bowl of cereal and packed a lunch in record time, I had about fifteen minutes to spare. Then I rushed of to camp. We walked in to see a new background for the "We're Not In Kansas Anymore" set. It was breathtaking! Utterly gorgeous! Then we warmed up and then were sent of to rehearsal where I discovered that two inch heels are &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; uncomfortable then we went to lunch where we cheered for our friends who had joined the soccer game! We actually cheered for them even though it slightly disappointed us. We cheered long and hard and we were smiling so widely! Then we went back to rehearsal, ran through the play and then rehearsed a scene in which one girl killed herself. The smile I'd worn so beautifully was forced away and I fake cried in grief of a fallen friend. Finally I tore the character shoes off my feet and relished in the glory of flat land! Then I went home, and here I am. Gotta go change- be back in a minute! Okay, I'm back. I got to work out in a little while. I'll see how far I get before the commercial break ends and I can start working out. Okay, here's the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Feelz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It tends to creep up just a bit,&lt;br /&gt;When you don't expect it to.&lt;br /&gt;Then you know you've caught it.&lt;br /&gt;Then you know it's too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A smile crawls across your face.&lt;br /&gt;And you know you've got it bad.&lt;br /&gt;A terrible case of the neverending,&lt;br /&gt;Feelz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awfully, awful.&lt;br /&gt;It is.&lt;br /&gt;Dreadfully, dreadful.&lt;br /&gt;It seems.&lt;br /&gt;But it lingers on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly the smile wears off.&lt;br /&gt;You were one of the lucky ones.&lt;br /&gt;You have escaped with your life-&lt;br /&gt;from the feeeeeeeelz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awfully, awful.&lt;br /&gt;It is.&lt;br /&gt;Dreadfully, dreadful.&lt;br /&gt;It seems.&lt;br /&gt;But it lingers on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feeeelz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right when you think you've won.&lt;br /&gt;A chill climbs down your spine.&lt;br /&gt;Artificial tears fly.&lt;br /&gt;You know what you've got.&lt;br /&gt;It's the feeeeeeels!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awfully, awful.&lt;br /&gt;It is.&lt;br /&gt;Dreadfully, dreadful.&lt;br /&gt;It seems.&lt;br /&gt;But it lingers on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feeeelz!&lt;br /&gt;The feeeelz!&lt;br /&gt;The feeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeelz!&lt;br /&gt;(spoken) The feelz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2708972836473163846-6977912008605434614?l=mylifeamusical1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeamusical1.blogspot.com/feeds/6977912008605434614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeamusical1.blogspot.com/2010/07/day-27-7910.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2708972836473163846/posts/default/6977912008605434614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2708972836473163846/posts/default/6977912008605434614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeamusical1.blogspot.com/2010/07/day-27-7910.html' title='Day 27: 7/9/10'/><author><name>DoveGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01751701745540182881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YtQKC6teFMs/TBTrzxw6KEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/g2EHj4pxjeE/S220/More+of+my+pics+003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2708972836473163846.post-2381883084485699646</id><published>2010-07-08T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T20:25:48.963-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reality'/><title type='text'>Day 26: 7/8/10</title><content type='html'>It's been well over 3 weeks, and I'm still going strong! Oh, I'm so proud of myself! Tee hee! So anyway, better get to the story telling thing that I do everyday. In the morning I had my cereal while watching &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Good Eats&lt;/span&gt;. Then I put on my converse and walked to camp, Turtle had a really cool outfit- she was wearing bangles made out of jeans, Nice! But, boy! It was a VERY hot day! It was sweltering- so hot that they didn't make us do warm-ups in the gym. They simply guided us to rehearsals and sent us on our way. The commons was just as hot as the gym, even with a giant fan on! The fan actually made it a little harder- it didn't cool us off and it was so loud, we had to talk over it, which was hard for me- and I'm very loud! Only, I only had to project over the fan once. You see there's one scene that takes a while, near the end of that scene me and my friend go on, but right before we went on, every time, they kept cutting the scene off and going from the top! We were going insane! One of my friends (not the one who goes on with me) very possibly got heat stroke. She was talking to herself- or pretending to. Her mouth was moving but no words came out- when I asked her what she was saying she said she didnt know. Sometimes I worry about my friends... then we finally went on! Then we went to lunch. I had packed myself pudding, thinking I was so smart, and. It. Melted... But it was still really good! Then during lunch I got hit in the head with a soccer ball- it hurt! Then after lunch we went back to rehearsal where I was called a "teen" a whole lot and me and the majority of the cast made the wierdest family in the history of the world! I'd explain it but then I just might go insane while explaining it all! So then finally the day ended and I walked home to see that my character shoes had come! So had the wheel we ordered to fix our elliptical machine! I was so happy! So I spent the rest of the day breaking in my new shoes. then I went on the elliptical for twenty minutes, did fifty bicycle kicks and lifted my light little weights for my wimpy arms. So here I am now- and here's the song:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Routine Teen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eyes open.&lt;br /&gt;Wake up.&lt;br /&gt;It's time to.&lt;br /&gt;Get up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shower.&lt;br /&gt;Dress.&lt;br /&gt;Eat.&lt;br /&gt;Pack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why try?&lt;br /&gt;Why go on?&lt;br /&gt;Same as always.&lt;br /&gt;Routine Teen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch.&lt;br /&gt;Ready.&lt;br /&gt;Go.&lt;br /&gt;Arrive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's up?&lt;br /&gt;Nothing new?&lt;br /&gt;Same old.&lt;br /&gt;Routine Teen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk.&lt;br /&gt;Sit.&lt;br /&gt;Stand.&lt;br /&gt;Walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why try?&lt;br /&gt;Why go on?&lt;br /&gt;Same as always.&lt;br /&gt;Routine Teen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rehearse.&lt;br /&gt;Project.&lt;br /&gt;Silence.&lt;br /&gt;Await.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's up?&lt;br /&gt;Nothing new?&lt;br /&gt;Same old.&lt;br /&gt;Routine Teen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eat.&lt;br /&gt;Rehearse.&lt;br /&gt;Talk.&lt;br /&gt;Go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why try?&lt;br /&gt;Why go on?&lt;br /&gt;Same as always.&lt;br /&gt;Routine Teen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlock.&lt;br /&gt;Enter.&lt;br /&gt;Check.&lt;br /&gt;React.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's up?&lt;br /&gt;Nothing new?&lt;br /&gt;Same old.&lt;br /&gt;Routine Teen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relax.&lt;br /&gt;Live.&lt;br /&gt;Work out.&lt;br /&gt;Blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why try?&lt;br /&gt;Why go on?&lt;br /&gt;Same as always.&lt;br /&gt;Routine Teen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's up?&lt;br /&gt;Nothing new?&lt;br /&gt;Same old.&lt;br /&gt;Routine Teen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Routine Teeeeeeeen.&lt;br /&gt;Routine Teeeeeeeen.&lt;br /&gt;Routine&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Teeeen!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2708972836473163846-2381883084485699646?l=mylifeamusical1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeamusical1.blogspot.com/feeds/2381883084485699646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeamusical1.blogspot.com/2010/07/day-26-7810.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2708972836473163846/posts/default/2381883084485699646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2708972836473163846/posts/default/2381883084485699646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeamusical1.blogspot.com/2010/07/day-26-7810.html' title='Day 26: 7/8/10'/><author><name>DoveGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01751701745540182881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YtQKC6teFMs/TBTrzxw6KEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/g2EHj4pxjeE/S220/More+of+my+pics+003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2708972836473163846.post-2022608156387288163</id><published>2010-07-07T18:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T19:34:00.234-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Make Believe'/><title type='text'>Day 25: 7/7/10</title><content type='html'>G'day toooya- But, was it really a "G'day"? I guess so. Well, not exactly good, it was just Okay I think. In the morning I tried some pomegranate-blueberry cereal, which was very good; then I watched a show called &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Food Jammers&lt;/span&gt;, it's funny; then I went to camp. When I got to camp I started by warming up- where I realized that wearing bangles wasn't the best day I'd ever had! During warm-ups we shake our hands out and the only sound you could hear was the jingling of my bracelets- So many people were just staring at me! Oh, gosh! I wanted to start heving a laughing fit! Then it was off to tech week rehearsals. We played Kitty wants a corner (a really fun game), and waited while they rehearsed some scenes that I wasn't in. Then- oh, heck, Why go on? I'm just gonna make up a song today (plus I only have 17 min of battery left!) So here's the song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Where She Lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the shade.&lt;br /&gt;In the woods.&lt;br /&gt;In the cottage.&lt;br /&gt;In the woods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where she lies.&lt;br /&gt;In the woods.&lt;br /&gt;In the cottage.&lt;br /&gt;Where she cries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never lived a real life.&lt;br /&gt;Where she lies.&lt;br /&gt;Where she cries.&lt;br /&gt;Where she dies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where&lt;br /&gt;Sheeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;Liiiiiiiiiiies.&lt;br /&gt;Where she lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the shade.&lt;br /&gt;In the woods.&lt;br /&gt;In the cottage.&lt;br /&gt;In the woods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the shade.&lt;br /&gt;In the woods.&lt;br /&gt;In the cottage.&lt;br /&gt;In the woods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the shade.&lt;br /&gt;In the woods.&lt;br /&gt;In the cottage.&lt;br /&gt;In the woods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where she lies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2708972836473163846-2022608156387288163?l=mylifeamusical1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeamusical1.blogspot.com/feeds/2022608156387288163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeamusical1.blogspot.com/2010/07/day-25-7710.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2708972836473163846/posts/default/2022608156387288163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2708972836473163846/posts/default/2022608156387288163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeamusical1.blogspot.com/2010/07/day-25-7710.html' title='Day 25: 7/7/10'/><author><name>DoveGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01751701745540182881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YtQKC6teFMs/TBTrzxw6KEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/g2EHj4pxjeE/S220/More+of+my+pics+003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2708972836473163846.post-3455308019871641</id><published>2010-07-07T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T19:05:53.788-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>*BELATED* Day 24: 7/6/10</title><content type='html'>Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry! I forgot a day! Oh no! We're all going to DIE! Not. Well here's what you missed... Aww, hell- I can't remember what happened yesterday! It's surprising how easily we forget things. Now, it wasn't extremely boring, I'm sure it was fun- but I just can't remember what happened! Just when I was thinking that this blog was starting to make my life a bit more... Hmmm, what's the word- Interesting? Well, that's not exactly the word I was dreaming of, but- It'll work. Since I've started this blog I've been paying more attention to my life, I've been trying to keep it exciting to keep myself and anyone who reads this entertained. Is it possible that this little spot on the World Wide Web is actually improving my life- That it's actually making it better? Who's to say what "improve" even means? And what am I counting as an improvement? How big dose it to be to be considered &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;significant&lt;/span&gt;? Who am I even writing to? Friends, strangers? And who do I want to read this, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt;? What makes me go on and keep writing? Why do I do this? What am I looking for&gt; Fame? Fortune? Attention? Acceptance? A little bit of it all? Yes. That's my answer- Yes! To EVERYTHING! Yes! Yes! Yes! I'll admit it- I want to be rich, famous, and the center of the universe- but really. Haven't we all wanted at lest one of these things? Admit it- I know you have- yes, you! And, that's just human, it's natural for us to want things like fame and fortune, I'd be surprised if someone told me they don't (and have never) wanted it. Well, I could go on for hours and hours (or I guess, pages and pages), but I won't soooo here's the song for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it?&lt;br /&gt;Wealth?&lt;br /&gt;Fame?&lt;br /&gt;Health?&lt;br /&gt;Acclaim?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it?&lt;br /&gt;You know that it's &lt;br /&gt;out there?&lt;br /&gt;What do you want? &lt;br /&gt;Do you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wa-a-a-a-a-ant!&lt;br /&gt;What is it?&lt;br /&gt;What do you-&lt;br /&gt;Wa-a-a-a-a-ant?&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it?&lt;br /&gt;Wealth?&lt;br /&gt;Fame?&lt;br /&gt;Health?&lt;br /&gt;Acclaim?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it?&lt;br /&gt;You know it's-&lt;br /&gt;Out there!&lt;br /&gt;What do I Want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wa-a-a-a-a-ant!&lt;br /&gt;What is it?&lt;br /&gt;What do I-&lt;br /&gt;Wa-a-a-a-a-ant?&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whaaaaaaaaaaat?&lt;br /&gt;Wa-a-a-a-a-ant!&lt;br /&gt;Whaaaaaaaaaaat?&lt;br /&gt;Wa-a-a-a-a-ant!&lt;br /&gt;Wa-a-a-a-a-a-a-ant!&lt;br /&gt;Wa-a-ant!&lt;br /&gt;Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaant!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2708972836473163846-3455308019871641?l=mylifeamusical1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeamusical1.blogspot.com/feeds/3455308019871641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeamusical1.blogspot.com/2010/07/belated-day-24-7610.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2708972836473163846/posts/default/3455308019871641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2708972836473163846/posts/default/3455308019871641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeamusical1.blogspot.com/2010/07/belated-day-24-7610.html' title='*BELATED* Day 24: 7/6/10'/><author><name>DoveGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01751701745540182881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YtQKC6teFMs/TBTrzxw6KEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/g2EHj4pxjeE/S220/More+of+my+pics+003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2708972836473163846.post-2582031021713567211</id><published>2010-07-05T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T20:25:35.691-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reality'/><title type='text'>Day 23: 6/5/10</title><content type='html'>Happy 4th, everybody! As you know, I don't write on Sundays so I couldn't wish you a happy 4th of July on the actual 4th- this is the best I can do, so happy 4th everyone! Well today is the 5th of July, which is not a very well-known date. I spent this fifth doing nothing much. I did nothing but watch T.V., listen to my iPod and go on the computer until it was one o'clock, which is when I met some friends at the pool. I spent 3 hours there. We lingered around the pool until the safety breaks, where we used our upper body strength to get out of the pool. During the first break I bought a hot dog and nachos to make up for my lack of food today, I couldn't finish the nachos so I gave them to whoever wanted them. Then I bought a Snapple (which I just finished drinking, plenty of hours later!). After that break we went back into the pool only got to stay in there for a little while. Then during the next break I bought a chocolate ice cream and a pack of peanut M&amp;M's- chocolate and delicious! Then after the break we had a splashing outburst and the splashes were huge- the last thing you saw before the water crashed down on you was a virtually life-sized wave! 3 or 4 more waves, one prairie dog impression (Stand up like a prairie dog, hold your breath and dunk down for a second or two, and repeat as necessary), a few runs through "Head, shoulders, knees and toes" (which is actually quite hard if you're in water, try it if you don't believe me- but don't bend down for "knees and toes"- jump a little and try to catch your feet and knees then touch each one mid-water, it's hard, especially for me since I can't swim!), the final safety break happened and we climbed out of the pool, knowing we'd soon have to arrive back to the land from which we'd come. I spent the rest of the day relaxing and such until I started to blog, my eyes stinging with a mix of chlorine and exhaustion. I want to sleep but first i &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;must&lt;/span&gt; write. This blog is becoming like a daily regiment for me! Everyday I try to make the most out of it- and I try to remember every little detail there is so that I can write it all down on this blog for anybody willing enough to read- but usually I can't write down every detail because there is just to much! I can't write down my whole entire day in one blog, it's silly for someone to possibly think that. If you were at the pool today with me, then you know that I left so much out! But it's just impossible to fit everything in! This is why all the posts vary in length. So here's the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Pool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Into the water.&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you,&lt;br /&gt;Just jump in?&lt;br /&gt;I think I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see all there faces.&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you,&lt;br /&gt;Just splash in?&lt;br /&gt;I know I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The real pool aint&lt;br /&gt;In cement.&lt;br /&gt;It's in&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This pool's filled with fear-&lt;br /&gt;Instead of chlorine.&lt;br /&gt;This pool's filled with joy-&lt;br /&gt;Instead of water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're surrounded by friends.&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you,&lt;br /&gt;Make a wave?&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You really want to.&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you,&lt;br /&gt;Just hop in?&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it fear?&lt;br /&gt;Is it joy?&lt;br /&gt;Self-consciousness?&lt;br /&gt;Intimidation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;I can't tell.&lt;br /&gt;I've no idea.&lt;br /&gt;I don't got a clue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I know.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure I know.&lt;br /&gt;I'm certain I know.&lt;br /&gt;I know I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it fear?&lt;br /&gt;Is it joy?&lt;br /&gt;Self-consciousness?&lt;br /&gt;Intimidation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;I can't tell.&lt;br /&gt;I've no idea.&lt;br /&gt;I don't got a clue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I know.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure I know.&lt;br /&gt;I'm certain I know.&lt;br /&gt;I know I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it fear?&lt;br /&gt;Is it joy?&lt;br /&gt;Self-consciousness?&lt;br /&gt;Intimidation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;I can't tell.&lt;br /&gt;I've no idea.&lt;br /&gt;I don't got a clue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I know.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure I know.&lt;br /&gt;I'm certain I know.&lt;br /&gt;I know I know.&lt;br /&gt;I know I know.&lt;br /&gt;I know I know.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;It's aaaaaaaaaaall-&lt;br /&gt;iiiiiin theeeeee&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Poooooooooooooooooooool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2708972836473163846-2582031021713567211?l=mylifeamusical1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeamusical1.blogspot.com/feeds/2582031021713567211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeamusical1.blogspot.com/2010/07/day-23-6510.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2708972836473163846/posts/default/2582031021713567211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2708972836473163846/posts/default/2582031021713567211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeamusical1.blogspot.com/2010/07/day-23-6510.html' title='Day 23: 6/5/10'/><author><name>DoveGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01751701745540182881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YtQKC6teFMs/TBTrzxw6KEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/g2EHj4pxjeE/S220/More+of+my+pics+003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2708972836473163846.post-9099170229980353570</id><published>2010-07-03T19:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T19:15:39.557-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nonsense'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reality'/><title type='text'>Day 22: 7/3/10</title><content type='html'>Hello, I'm DoveGirl, I am thirteen years old and a blogger. I am also a songwriter- or I guess I am now! So being a songwriter, I've been listening to lots of different groups, especially one called Animal Collective. Look up their lyrics- it's nothing but nonsense! My favorite Songs by them are "Who Could Win a Rabbit" and "Brother Sport." And I was thinking it would be real fun to write a total nonsense song! Well, I think it would. So the song toa=day will just be every little random thing that comes to my mind! Sooooooo enjoy- if you dare!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Whatsername!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dog licking my feet.&lt;br /&gt;Screaming shouting!&lt;br /&gt;Meryl Streep's singin on TV.&lt;br /&gt;Let him lick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black flashes.&lt;br /&gt;My reflection shows-&lt;br /&gt;whatsername!&lt;br /&gt;Let him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big splash.&lt;br /&gt;Leather couch.&lt;br /&gt;Fluffy dog.&lt;br /&gt;Wet tongue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intimidate-&lt;br /&gt;whatsername.&lt;br /&gt;Hippos in water&lt;br /&gt;the loser's an outcast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatsername!?&lt;br /&gt;Whatergame!?&lt;br /&gt;Whatsername!?&lt;br /&gt;Whatsergame!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay,&lt;br /&gt;fifteen minutes!&lt;br /&gt;Fireworks,&lt;br /&gt;Watching is &lt;br /&gt;Whatsername!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatsername!?&lt;br /&gt;Whatergame!?&lt;br /&gt;Whatsername!?&lt;br /&gt;Whatsergame!?&lt;br /&gt;Whatsername!?&lt;br /&gt;Whatergame!?&lt;br /&gt;Whatsername!?&lt;br /&gt;Whatsergame!?&lt;br /&gt;Whatsername!?&lt;br /&gt;Whatergame!?&lt;br /&gt;Whatsername!?&lt;br /&gt;Whatsergame!?&lt;br /&gt;Whatsername!?&lt;br /&gt;Whatergame!?&lt;br /&gt;Whatsername!?&lt;br /&gt;Whatsergame!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2708972836473163846-9099170229980353570?l=mylifeamusical1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeamusical1.blogspot.com/feeds/9099170229980353570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeamusical1.blogspot.com/2010/07/belated-day-22-6310.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2708972836473163846/posts/default/9099170229980353570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2708972836473163846/posts/default/9099170229980353570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeamusical1.blogspot.com/2010/07/belated-day-22-6310.html' title='Day 22: 7/3/10'/><author><name>DoveGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01751701745540182881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YtQKC6teFMs/TBTrzxw6KEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/g2EHj4pxjeE/S220/More+of+my+pics+003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2708972836473163846.post-7884106542361691809</id><published>2010-07-02T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T21:19:13.268-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday Songs'/><title type='text'>Day 21: 7/2/10</title><content type='html'>Happy birthday to me! I'm now officially a teenager- wow. I feel the same, I look the same, I am the same. It's a bit strange. so I woke up earlier than usual made a big birthday breakfast, watched some T.V., and headed off to camp- oh gosh! 10:53! I better hurry up! Anyways I went to camp and there I had my last day of classes! I had an improv class- very funnnnn! and a scene class- kind of funnnn! So then I went to lunch where I gave bite-sized brownies to everyone- they were all devoured quickly! Then It was off to rehearsal where I had to do nothing but sit back and relax while some people had to go over scenes. Meanwhile we played a bunch of dumb games (duck, duck, goose- where i almost got pantsed! telephone, down by the baks, etc.), It was pretty fun. then on my way home I saw my brother and went with him to pick up my other bro. Then when I got home I saw my mom had gone above and beyond- on the living room table was a bunch of balloons and gift bags and flowers that matched everything perfectly! I was so happy! I got a bunch of great gifts including a new video camera. Hmmm... Maybe I could start putting vids on youtube- or on the blog even! So here's the song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Birthday Girl&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday-&lt;br /&gt;It's time to celebrate!&lt;br /&gt;Get ready to serenade-&lt;br /&gt;The Birthday girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A different one ev'ry day!&lt;br /&gt;A different holiday!&lt;br /&gt;Get ready to greet-&lt;br /&gt;The Birthday girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cuz for once- &lt;br /&gt;shes on top- &lt;br /&gt;of the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cuz for once-&lt;br /&gt;She'll get-&lt;br /&gt;what she wants!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you better be there-&lt;br /&gt;ev'ry day!&lt;br /&gt;To congratulate-&lt;br /&gt;The Birthday girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cuz for once-&lt;br /&gt;All her dreams-&lt;br /&gt;Will come true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cuz for once!&lt;br /&gt;Beeeeecuz for once!&lt;br /&gt;For once!&lt;br /&gt;Once!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She gets what she-&lt;br /&gt;Celebrate &lt;br /&gt;The&lt;br /&gt;Biiiiiirth-&lt;br /&gt;Daaaaay-&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Girl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2708972836473163846-7884106542361691809?l=mylifeamusical1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeamusical1.blogspot.com/feeds/7884106542361691809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeamusical1.blogspot.com/2010/07/day-21-7210.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2708972836473163846/posts/default/7884106542361691809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2708972836473163846/posts/default/7884106542361691809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeamusical1.blogspot.com/2010/07/day-21-7210.html' title='Day 21: 7/2/10'/><author><name>DoveGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01751701745540182881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YtQKC6teFMs/TBTrzxw6KEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/g2EHj4pxjeE/S220/More+of+my+pics+003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2708972836473163846.post-1423308414778106557</id><published>2010-07-01T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T21:20:28.259-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reality'/><title type='text'>Day 20: 7/1/10</title><content type='html'>Welcome to the first day of July- and my last day as a twelve-year-old. Yes, my thirteenth birthday will be tomorrow, but we can talk about that another time! So here's my overview of today: I ate an egg-white omelet for breakfast, headed over to camp (Turtle's still not back from sickyland- meaning she's still sick!), and quickly got to me friends- then we discovered that "fourth floor" actually makes a pretty good tongue twister (go ahead and try saying that 10 times and fast)! Then I went to classes, first was the character class where we played party quirks and I got to be a barbie doll! Second was a swordfighting-on-stage-class and me and my partner were so good we got videotaped! Then came lunch. Oh boy- how do I explain this one? Well I'l just start from the beginning and keep going. Me and my friends went to go sit under one tree, that we had been known to sit by, and we began to eat our lunch. It was quite peaceful at first until... How were we to know what was to happen next? Were we responsible for it? Was it our fault that we couldn't predict the following events? Who knows? Well a group of boy's began to pile in with a soccer ball- you can tell where this is going, can't you? They got close to our tree but still a few solid feet away, then they began to play. And then the soccer ball started to edge it's way closer to us. Then finally it hit one of my friends- right on the head- and that was the last straw! we threw the ball back really ticked off and agreed that if it got under our tree again, we'd throw it over the fence! So that's just what happened. And event's like this continued to occur until we had managed to start an all-out war! we'd get the ball, kick it as far as we could, run the hell after it! We started to get allies (other girls around the fences) and then- lunch ended. So we went off to rehearsal laughing and talking about it- sure we were pissed at the moment all that had happened but when we thought about it- it was the most fun we'd had in a while! And that's the highlight of my day, so here's a song to recognize it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;War&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started out quiet.&lt;br /&gt;Who knew what was about to come?&lt;br /&gt;Started out calm.&lt;br /&gt;Who knew they would wreck it all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wa-a-a-a-a-a-ar&lt;br /&gt;Can't be predicted!&lt;br /&gt;Wa-a-a-a-a-a-ar&lt;br /&gt;Was never so much fuuuuuuuun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It startled us.&lt;br /&gt;In came the troops!&lt;br /&gt;It upset us.&lt;br /&gt;They had one weapon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wa-a-a-a-a-a-ar&lt;br /&gt;Can't be predicted!&lt;br /&gt;Wa-a-a-a-a-a-ar&lt;br /&gt;Was never so much fuuuuuuuun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it started.&lt;br /&gt;They kicked it around-&lt;br /&gt;Didn't seem bad.&lt;br /&gt;Til it came dooooown!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wa-a-a-a-a-a-ar&lt;br /&gt;Can't be predicted!&lt;br /&gt;Wa-a-a-a-a-a-ar&lt;br /&gt;Was never so much fuuuuuuuun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we got angry.&lt;br /&gt;And they kicked it again!&lt;br /&gt;So we fought back.&lt;br /&gt;And they weren't happy with that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wa-a-a-a-a-a-ar&lt;br /&gt;Can't be predicted!&lt;br /&gt;Wa-a-a-a-a-a-ar&lt;br /&gt;Was never so much fuuuuuuuun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wa-a-a-a-a-a-ar!&lt;br /&gt;Wa-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-ar!&lt;br /&gt;Waaaaaaaaaaaaaar!&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Waaar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2708972836473163846-1423308414778106557?l=mylifeamusical1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeamusical1.blogspot.com/feeds/1423308414778106557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeamusical1.blogspot.com/2010/07/day-20-7110.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2708972836473163846/posts/default/1423308414778106557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2708972836473163846/posts/default/1423308414778106557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeamusical1.blogspot.com/2010/07/day-20-7110.html' title='Day 20: 7/1/10'/><author><name>DoveGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01751701745540182881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YtQKC6teFMs/TBTrzxw6KEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/g2EHj4pxjeE/S220/More+of+my+pics+003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2708972836473163846.post-3224999532655014261</id><published>2010-06-30T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T20:18:39.197-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>Day 19: 6/30/10</title><content type='html'>Hello dear dear friends- and random people on the internet, you are all welcome here to my sanctuary! That is what this blog is- a sanctuary. Just knowing that this- all of... &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; is, and will always be here, gives me piece of mind. It reminds me that someone out there, whether I know you or not, will read this. Maybe you'll find this interesting and continue on, and maybe you'll get bored and click on the "Next Blog&gt;&gt;" link on the upper left corner of the screen and go on to read the next persons words- desperate to be read... That's what we are- all of us, humans- we're desperate! We want to be known. We want to be remembered. We want people to think back and say "Wow, so-and-so sure was a great actress!" or "Oh my gosh! So-and-so sure could write!" or what ever else it is that you are trying to be remembered by. Sometimes I feel as though I'm either going to bust out laughing or sobbing because of all this desperation. Now, I'll just go ahead and admit it- I am desperate. That's why I write in this darn thing. I dream that someone will find me and read me and make me famous and everyone will see. See what? Well... I'm not exactly sure, but they will see it! I know that this dream is, well, a dream. Nothing more, nothing less. It's a fantasy. A castle in the sky. A desire... A desperation! This post interesting enough for you? Well, if it was then my desperation might have a shot. Oh, gosh- Now I truly am interested in the boringness amount of this post. It's just a musing, really. Since nothing really happened today I decided to just right down a stream of conciousness. I started righting and just kept on going. I let come what may- and it came. And now I do believe that it is gone. The stream has ended. So now the song will begin. Thank you for reading this far!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Desperate&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hundreds like me.&lt;br /&gt;But not really like me.&lt;br /&gt;Different-&lt;br /&gt;But still, like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desperate people.&lt;br /&gt;They want to be &lt;br /&gt;Thought about.&lt;br /&gt;They want to be&lt;br /&gt;Famous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thousands like me.&lt;br /&gt;They Want what-&lt;br /&gt;I want.&lt;br /&gt;They don't need it like&lt;br /&gt;I dooooooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desperate people.&lt;br /&gt;They want to be &lt;br /&gt;recognized.&lt;br /&gt;They want to be&lt;br /&gt;Important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one like me.&lt;br /&gt;That's what I&lt;br /&gt;tell my self!&lt;br /&gt;But in the end&lt;br /&gt;We're all just-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desperate people.&lt;br /&gt;They want to be &lt;br /&gt;You.&lt;br /&gt;They want to be &lt;br /&gt;Me.&lt;br /&gt;They want to be&lt;br /&gt;each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every one like me.&lt;br /&gt;That's the truth.&lt;br /&gt;Cause in the end we're&lt;br /&gt;all-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2708972836473163846-3224999532655014261?l=mylifeamusical1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeamusical1.blogspot.com/feeds/3224999532655014261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeamusical1.blogspot.com/2010/06/day-19-63010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2708972836473163846/posts/default/3224999532655014261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2708972836473163846/posts/default/3224999532655014261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeamusical1.blogspot.com/2010/06/day-19-63010.html' title='Day 19: 6/30/10'/><author><name>DoveGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01751701745540182881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YtQKC6teFMs/TBTrzxw6KEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/g2EHj4pxjeE/S220/More+of+my+pics+003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2708972836473163846.post-7163270135321927045</id><published>2010-06-29T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T20:49:54.929-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reality'/><title type='text'>Day 18: 6/29/10</title><content type='html'>Hello world! My name is Paloma and boy do I have news for you! The internet is fixed! I'll never miss a day again! Today started out like that and just kept getting better (insert hint of sarcasm, speaking of which Turtle was sick today, btw- GET BETTER SOON!!!!!!!!!) so as I said, it started out with the internet then I went to cast and my role model wasn't there! Sooooooo I hyperventilated until she came, much later!then I went to classes (sword-fighting and improv) and then went to lunch where it was actually cool- weatherwise, of course, and it was amazing! It was nice and shady and a perfect temperature all through lunch! Then it was time to go to rehearsal. Rehearsal is usually the boringest part of my day, but today it actually might not have been. One of my props is a notepad (it was mine and I brought it from home because the director told me to), so I spent most of the time writing "Letters" to everyone, then I played duck, duck, goose (notice how I say "I"), and then I had a straight face contest and was going to win when one of the people gave me a note with one of my more PG-13 lines on it ("How many X's are there in Sexy?") and I burst out laughing- thank god I'm a quiet laugher, sometimes! So after that one of the girls french braided my hair and before I knew it I was walking home. When I got home my parents dragged my to Jewel with them, then Trader Joe's, then Noodles &amp; Company, which was actually quite good! Then I came back home and watched &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Imaginarium of Dr. Parnassus&lt;/span&gt;, it was good, a little sad, very creepy, but good, nonetheless. So now here I am. And Here is the song:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Letters&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear you,&lt;br /&gt;How ya doin?&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear you,&lt;br /&gt;Do you even know who,&lt;br /&gt;Me is?&lt;br /&gt;Who are you writing to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a letter,&lt;br /&gt;You can&lt;br /&gt;leave a lot &lt;br /&gt;out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a letter&lt;br /&gt;You can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Keep&lt;/span&gt; a lot &lt;br /&gt;out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear you,&lt;br /&gt;Do ya miss me?&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Yours truly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear you,&lt;br /&gt;Do ya know me?&lt;br /&gt;Lave,&lt;br /&gt;Meeeeeeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a mystery,&lt;br /&gt;sealed in paper.&lt;br /&gt;Nobody knows me but-&lt;br /&gt;they feel inclined to respooooooond....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear you,&lt;br /&gt;How ya doin?&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear you,&lt;br /&gt;Do you even know who,&lt;br /&gt;Me is?&lt;br /&gt;Who are you writing to?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2708972836473163846-7163270135321927045?l=mylifeamusical1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeamusical1.blogspot.com/feeds/7163270135321927045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeamusical1.blogspot.com/2010/06/day-18-62910.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2708972836473163846/posts/default/7163270135321927045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2708972836473163846/posts/default/7163270135321927045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeamusical1.blogspot.com/2010/06/day-18-62910.html' title='Day 18: 6/29/10'/><author><name>DoveGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01751701745540182881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YtQKC6teFMs/TBTrzxw6KEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/g2EHj4pxjeE/S220/More+of+my+pics+003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2708972836473163846.post-4182866493836145726</id><published>2010-06-29T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T20:16:37.315-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Make Believe'/><title type='text'>*BELATED* Day 17: 6/28/10</title><content type='html'>I have one word for you, whoever you may be, and that word is... Internet! It was out again! You see it had been going on and off as randomly as a.... well, as something random! So that is why I could not blog yesterday- but no need to worry, the at&amp;t people came this morning and fixed everything. So here's what you missed: it was monday, I was sleepy, I was groggy... It was monday! So that day I had classes, as usual- but that day they were with this elderly woman who was very.... hmmm... how do I put this? Well she was like a Granny Hippie! She made us do arm circles for 4 minutes and kept going on about how she "Used to tap dance in rollerblades!" and "Had a private audience with the Dalai Lama!" she was a bit cockey. So then after that I went to a class held by a substitute... with pink hair. Now you are probably thinking What the hell kind of program is this? Pink haired women? And Hip Grannies? Well, I think you should know that there are also queer directors (not that there's anything wrong with that! Who ever people fall in love with is who they should get to be with). So that was my morning. Then at lunch I   tried to give another one of my friends mad lessons... didn't really work out. Then I went to rehearsal and it was soooooooo boring I don't remember what I did! So I think I'm gonna make up a song now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Have You Seen It?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laaaa lalalaaaa lalalaaaa lalalaaaa&lt;br /&gt;Laaaa lalalaaaa lalalaaaa lalalaaaa&lt;br /&gt;Laaaa lalalaaaa lalalalaaaaaaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you seen it?&lt;br /&gt;Wandering?&lt;br /&gt;Whereabouts?&lt;br /&gt;Who can know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you seen it?&lt;br /&gt;That poor poor soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know it?&lt;br /&gt;Late at night?&lt;br /&gt;All alone?&lt;br /&gt;It's in you mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you seen it?&lt;br /&gt;That poor poor soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I need it?&lt;br /&gt;Close to me?&lt;br /&gt;All the time?&lt;br /&gt;Never Free?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you seen it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;My &lt;/span&gt;poor poor soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D'you think it knows?&lt;br /&gt;I love it?&lt;br /&gt;Always have?&lt;br /&gt;Though I should not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you seen it?&lt;br /&gt;My poor poor love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laaaa lalalaaaa lalalaaaa lalalaaaa&lt;br /&gt;Laaaa lalalaaaa lalalaaaa lalalaaaa&lt;br /&gt;Laaaa lalalaaaa lalalalaaaaaaaaa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2708972836473163846-4182866493836145726?l=mylifeamusical1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeamusical1.blogspot.com/feeds/4182866493836145726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeamusical1.blogspot.com/2010/06/belated-day-17-62810.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2708972836473163846/posts/default/4182866493836145726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2708972836473163846/posts/default/4182866493836145726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeamusical1.blogspot.com/2010/06/belated-day-17-62810.html' title='*BELATED* Day 17: 6/28/10'/><author><name>DoveGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01751701745540182881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YtQKC6teFMs/TBTrzxw6KEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/g2EHj4pxjeE/S220/More+of+my+pics+003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2708972836473163846.post-1306103510940773183</id><published>2010-06-27T19:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T19:38:45.484-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='News'/><title type='text'>News for u</title><content type='html'>Well, Blogging seems to be like a new job for me, and every job gets a day off- right? Well, being my own boss, I am giving my self a day off. From now on I am not going to write on Sundays- unless, of course, if something absolutely amazing and quite miraculous happens. So feel free to come on Sundays- just no that there will be no blog on those days. In other news I just found the labels!  Now I'm going to go and label everything! So bye for now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2708972836473163846-1306103510940773183?l=mylifeamusical1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeamusical1.blogspot.com/feeds/1306103510940773183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeamusical1.blogspot.com/2010/06/news-for-u.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2708972836473163846/posts/default/1306103510940773183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2708972836473163846/posts/default/1306103510940773183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeamusical1.blogspot.com/2010/06/news-for-u.html' title='News for u'/><author><name>DoveGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01751701745540182881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YtQKC6teFMs/TBTrzxw6KEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/g2EHj4pxjeE/S220/More+of+my+pics+003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2708972836473163846.post-5908900721181983348</id><published>2010-06-26T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T19:54:16.938-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reality'/><title type='text'>Day 16: 6/26/10</title><content type='html'>Happy Saturday, everyone! And what a Saturday it was! In the morning I woke up at around 6:30 and then went back to sleep. Around 8:30 I woke up again and remembered that me and my mom were supposed to head over to Rockford to see my Nephew, ummm... MonkeyMan (his safety-anonymous-pseudonym) at nine so I shot out of bed, got dressed, and ran down stairs. I ate a pumpkin muffin and found out there was plenty of time to spare. So a little while later we were off. We listened to the Coraline soundtrack all the way there and when we got there he was so happy to see us that he showed no excitement at all- until we offered to buy him a toy! So we went to Toys R Us and bought him some Bakugan toys and I bought a giant high bouncing  pink ball (Turtle- I swear to god- if you wiggle your finger I will shoot you!). Then we drove him back to his other grandma's house where he showed me his bug collection, they were all in little glass boxes and all dead except for a black widow... I was so scared!! And at last we were free to go- To Macy's! I got two really cute shirts and an &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;adorable &lt;/span&gt;little jacket! Then we went to Bergner's and it was a mess! The sales racks had all obviously been looked through before, and I couldn't find anything! The best thing I found was a &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; cute purse, but I don't wear purses so my mom refused to buy it for me! Then we headed back home and my Brother was back again. Then I did some boring stuff and now I'm blogging. So here's the song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Boring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day starts,&lt;br /&gt;Boring.&lt;br /&gt;Goes on,&lt;br /&gt;Boring.&lt;br /&gt;Get dressed,&lt;br /&gt;Boring.&lt;br /&gt;Eat up,&lt;br /&gt;Boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We-e-ell-&lt;br /&gt;That's my life!&lt;br /&gt;We-e-ell-&lt;br /&gt;That's my world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get out,&lt;br /&gt;Boring.&lt;br /&gt;Go shop,&lt;br /&gt;Boring.&lt;br /&gt;Go home,&lt;br /&gt;Boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We-e-ell-&lt;br /&gt;That's my life!&lt;br /&gt;We-e-ell-&lt;br /&gt;That's my world!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2708972836473163846-5908900721181983348?l=mylifeamusical1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeamusical1.blogspot.com/feeds/5908900721181983348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeamusical1.blogspot.com/2010/06/day-16-62610.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2708972836473163846/posts/default/5908900721181983348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2708972836473163846/posts/default/5908900721181983348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeamusical1.blogspot.com/2010/06/day-16-62610.html' title='Day 16: 6/26/10'/><author><name>DoveGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01751701745540182881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YtQKC6teFMs/TBTrzxw6KEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/g2EHj4pxjeE/S220/More+of+my+pics+003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2708972836473163846.post-3442693704166185893</id><published>2010-06-25T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T19:53:39.681-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Autobiograsongs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reality'/><title type='text'>Day 15: 6/25/10</title><content type='html'>Parent's Day was today (this is the day when parents get to come see previews of all of our plays). I think it was very successful, I got a lot of laughs from my one speech, or the closest thing I have to a speech! So that's how the day began, well actually first I took a shower and ate oatmeal and toast &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;then&lt;/span&gt; I went to Parent's Day. Then we spent the rest of the day relaxing. We played Bus Stop, it was sooooooo funny! Then it was lunch time and two of my friends and I made a role model triangle, so now we are each other's role models. Then we went to watch the new &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Alice in Wonderland&lt;/span&gt; movie where me and... Role Model #1 were calling all the dresses and animals and amazing articles of clothing! Colleen Atwood- You are a genius! I've decided one day &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;when &lt;/span&gt;I'm rich and famous I'm going to buy all my clothes from her or from movies she's designed costumes for. Notice how I say "when"... Because one day I will be famous, I will be important- And not because I am like everybody, but because I'm not. If anything, it will be because I'm me. So anyway after watching the movie I went home. I put select songs from the Enchanted soundtrack, the Kronos Quartet, and the Coraline soundtrack on my iPod. Then I started blogging- I had my work cut out for me! So here I am now! And here is the song, hmmm... Maybe this is how I'll get my name- in sparkly pink gel pen- in history, who's to say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;That'll Be the Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who am I?&lt;br /&gt;Not really beautiful,&lt;br /&gt;Not the perfect girl,&lt;br /&gt;A bit on the-&lt;br /&gt;nerdy side!&lt;br /&gt;That's the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, this nerd,&lt;br /&gt;One day-&lt;br /&gt;This nerd&lt;br /&gt;Will beeeeeeeeee-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who am I?&lt;br /&gt;Ambitious-&lt;br /&gt;Hopeless-&lt;br /&gt;Famous-&lt;br /&gt;Maybe one day.&lt;br /&gt;For sure one day,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, this girl-&lt;br /&gt;Famous?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, this nerd-&lt;br /&gt;Famous?&lt;br /&gt;That'll beeeeeeeeeeee-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who am I?&lt;br /&gt;Knitting-&lt;br /&gt;Violin-ing-&lt;br /&gt;Guitarring-&lt;br /&gt;Maybe-&lt;br /&gt;Illustrious, &lt;br /&gt;Important, &lt;br /&gt;Imposing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh this girl-&lt;br /&gt;Her?&lt;br /&gt;Oh this nerd-&lt;br /&gt;Famous?&lt;br /&gt;Just, wait!&lt;br /&gt;You'll see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Famous?&lt;br /&gt;This girl?&lt;br /&gt;This nerd?&lt;br /&gt;Illustious?&lt;br /&gt;Ambitious?&lt;br /&gt;Important?&lt;br /&gt;Hopeless?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just, wait.&lt;br /&gt;You'll see.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That'll beeeeeeeeeee &lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;The Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2708972836473163846-3442693704166185893?l=mylifeamusical1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeamusical1.blogspot.com/feeds/3442693704166185893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeamusical1.blogspot.com/2010/06/day-15-62510.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2708972836473163846/posts/default/3442693704166185893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2708972836473163846/posts/default/3442693704166185893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeamusical1.blogspot.com/2010/06/day-15-62510.html' title='Day 15: 6/25/10'/><author><name>DoveGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01751701745540182881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YtQKC6teFMs/TBTrzxw6KEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/g2EHj4pxjeE/S220/More+of+my+pics+003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2708972836473163846.post-206456883452403822</id><published>2010-06-25T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T19:53:05.166-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parodies'/><title type='text'>*BELATED* Day 14: 6/24/10</title><content type='html'>Like I said- the internet... So now I'm catching up. On this day I started out by going to the parents day rehearsal. Then we went to regular rehearsal where we sang a few songs we (mostly I) made up for our play, Stage Door. Then we went to lunch- where &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt; got a little to cocky about a &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;certain song&lt;/span&gt;. Then  one of my friends revealed to us that she had been writing down a few random lines and it was so funny!(They included "Does that exit sign light up?", "You take an educated guess over whether they're gay or not", "I'm trying to sleep here!", etc.). Then we were off to rehearsal again and we sang the song to our other director- we have two. So here is the song- correction, here are the songs, the Stage Door songs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Keep Calling&lt;/span&gt; (to the tune of "Telephone")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep calling, keep calling&lt;br /&gt;If you're Mr. Kingsley&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be&lt;br /&gt;In you're movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Staging in the Door&lt;/span&gt; (to the tune of "Singing in the Rain")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're Staging in the door,&lt;br /&gt;Just staging in the door-&lt;br /&gt;What a hoooooorrible feeling&lt;br /&gt;Im fiiiiiiired again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sure, they're parodies- but parodies are songs!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2708972836473163846-206456883452403822?l=mylifeamusical1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeamusical1.blogspot.com/feeds/206456883452403822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeamusical1.blogspot.com/2010/06/belated-day-14-62410.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2708972836473163846/posts/default/206456883452403822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2708972836473163846/posts/default/206456883452403822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeamusical1.blogspot.com/2010/06/belated-day-14-62410.html' title='*BELATED* Day 14: 6/24/10'/><author><name>DoveGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01751701745540182881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YtQKC6teFMs/TBTrzxw6KEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/g2EHj4pxjeE/S220/More+of+my+pics+003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2708972836473163846.post-6749374547248764780</id><published>2010-06-25T17:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T19:52:27.264-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reality'/><title type='text'>*BELATED* Day 13: 6/23/10</title><content type='html'>Hello, again! Long time, no blog. Well- I have an explanation! There was a terrible, awful, horrid storm! The sky seamed to be melting, it was completely dark, all except for a few mighty bolts of lightning. The street became a river, and cars were boats. Several police cars, a firetruck, and two of what looked like ambulances crowded the street. Their sirens blared loudly and the lights outshined the lightning that kept flashing down with it's faithful friend, Thunder. Together the house shook and my dog, scared, barked- matching the volume of the storm. After the storm an eerie orange color intruded my house- at first I believed that the house was on fire! Hmm... First the sky was melting- then it went ablaze, Wow! So the storm passed- and took the internet with it! It's been two days, and I am finally back on! So how about a round of applause?... No?...Hmmm... Weeeeeeell, let's get on with it then. My song will be about the storm- since that's all I really remember!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Storm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun shines through-&lt;br /&gt;eventually.&lt;br /&gt;And orange skies-&lt;br /&gt;Return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Into the dark,&lt;br /&gt;Black all over the world&lt;br /&gt;Into the loud,&lt;br /&gt;Rumbling through the night&lt;br /&gt;Into the flash&lt;br /&gt;That brightens the sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So fear fills us up-&lt;br /&gt;Does it scare you, too?&lt;br /&gt;And water fills up-&lt;br /&gt;The lake we call a street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Into the storm,&lt;br /&gt;Seems never ending&lt;br /&gt;Into the fear,&lt;br /&gt;Does it scare &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;, too?&lt;br /&gt;Into the end,&lt;br /&gt;A glorious orange sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hope fills us up-&lt;br /&gt;How hopeful are you?&lt;br /&gt;And light fills up-&lt;br /&gt;the bright bright sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fear and rain-&lt;br /&gt;Hope and light-&lt;br /&gt;Thunder and lightning-&lt;br /&gt;The stoooooooorm&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;All becuase of-&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;The&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Stoooooooorm!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2708972836473163846-6749374547248764780?l=mylifeamusical1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeamusical1.blogspot.com/feeds/6749374547248764780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeamusical1.blogspot.com/2010/06/belated-day-13-62310.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2708972836473163846/posts/default/6749374547248764780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2708972836473163846/posts/default/6749374547248764780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeamusical1.blogspot.com/2010/06/belated-day-13-62310.html' title='*BELATED* Day 13: 6/23/10'/><author><name>DoveGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01751701745540182881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YtQKC6teFMs/TBTrzxw6KEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/g2EHj4pxjeE/S220/More+of+my+pics+003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2708972836473163846.post-3557947867176897593</id><published>2010-06-22T19:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T19:51:55.189-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Autobiograsongs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reality'/><title type='text'>Day 12: 6/22/10</title><content type='html'>Today was normal. In the morning I had a breakfast of a chocolate doughnut and glass of milk, then I curled my hair- it actually worked! I'm going to do it again tomorrow! While I was curling I watched the Powerpuff Girls movie and, wearing knee socks with shorts curly hair and grapefruit lip gloss, I was off to camp. At camp today I went to improv class and said my line ("You are... Notaveryniceoldman!" from &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Enchanted&lt;/span&gt;) in front of a camera with a green screen behind me and finished up my script in the next class. Then I went to lunch and spent most of the time in the bathroom, where we filled towels with soap and made bombs out of them- then did the same with our hands! After that we played avocado again and went to rehearsal. Now, guess what? My one speech, is going to be part of the parent's day presentation, that's a good sign! Possibly a sign that one day I'll be a big star? Who's to say? Then I went home and relaxed. I was reading this book called &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Peeled&lt;/span&gt; and thought I was destined to be a author. Also during camp I had the idea of wearing Knee socks with shorts and me and two of my friends went around the whole camp trying to convince other people to do the same and I figured that I'm destined to be a trend setter (better than a trend follower). And now I'm blogging in my musical blog and I think I'm destined to be a songwriter! In short, I have no idea what I'm destined to be... So here's my song:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just an average girl.&lt;br /&gt;Just an average actress.&lt;br /&gt;Just an average Author.&lt;br /&gt;Just an average trend-setter.&lt;br /&gt;Just an average song writer.&lt;br /&gt;Just average...&lt;br /&gt;Meeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking into the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;Looking into my  eyes-&lt;br /&gt;Is that really me?&lt;br /&gt;Who am I-&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Absolutely ordinary&lt;br /&gt;Filled with secrets&lt;br /&gt;In her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Who are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoooooooo am I?&lt;br /&gt;Doooooo I know?&lt;br /&gt;Whoooooooo are you?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this-&lt;br /&gt;Possibly that-&lt;br /&gt;Not that-&lt;br /&gt;Definitely not thiiiiiiis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoooooooo am I?&lt;br /&gt;Doooooo I know?&lt;br /&gt;Whoooooooo are you?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeeeeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Meeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;Whooooooooooooooo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2708972836473163846-3557947867176897593?l=mylifeamusical1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeamusical1.blogspot.com/feeds/3557947867176897593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeamusical1.blogspot.com/2010/06/day-12-62210.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2708972836473163846/posts/default/3557947867176897593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2708972836473163846/posts/default/3557947867176897593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeamusical1.blogspot.com/2010/06/day-12-62210.html' title='Day 12: 6/22/10'/><author><name>DoveGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01751701745540182881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YtQKC6teFMs/TBTrzxw6KEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/g2EHj4pxjeE/S220/More+of+my+pics+003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2708972836473163846.post-4954004276440171058</id><published>2010-06-22T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T19:50:34.969-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reality'/><title type='text'>*BELATED* Day 11: 6/21/10</title><content type='html'>Well... Yet again, I've missed a day. I really need to work on my consistency! Either way, here's what you missed: I ate a delicious breakfast of I-don't-remember, then I went to camp. My classes that day were a crew class where I, single handedly (along with my group), made "boxes" and painted/wet-blended them and went to a character study class where we played games and made up characters for ourselves. Then we had lunch and copied each other for a while, it was fun- then we tried to play avocado with our feet! It was a catastrophe! Then I was off to rehearsal where I practiced some scenes and did some more stuff. So here's the song:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Copy-Cats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello.&lt;br /&gt;Hello.&lt;br /&gt;what's up?&lt;br /&gt;What's up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This ain't right!&lt;br /&gt;This ain't right!&lt;br /&gt;Stop!&lt;br /&gt;Stop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to me!&lt;br /&gt;This is out of control!&lt;br /&gt;Listen to me!&lt;br /&gt;This is out of control!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch and observe.&lt;br /&gt;That's all I can do&lt;br /&gt;Cause I am a coooooopy cat&lt;br /&gt;An' I don't mind it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hear it and Shriek!&lt;br /&gt;That's all I can do&lt;br /&gt;Cause you're a coooooopy cat&lt;br /&gt;An' I can't stand it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please!&lt;br /&gt;Please!&lt;br /&gt;Stop!&lt;br /&gt;Stop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear to god!&lt;br /&gt;I swear to god!&lt;br /&gt;Oh!&lt;br /&gt;Oh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously!&lt;br /&gt;Seriously!&lt;br /&gt;Stop!&lt;br /&gt;Stop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch and observe.&lt;br /&gt;That's all I can do&lt;br /&gt;Cause I am a coooooopy cat&lt;br /&gt;An' I don't mind it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hear it and Shriek!&lt;br /&gt;That's all I can do&lt;br /&gt;Cause you're a coooooopy cat&lt;br /&gt;An' I can't stand it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to me!&lt;br /&gt;I can't take it no more!&lt;br /&gt;Listen to me!&lt;br /&gt;I can't take it no more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!&lt;br /&gt;(spoken) Okay, I'm done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2708972836473163846-4954004276440171058?l=mylifeamusical1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeamusical1.blogspot.com/feeds/4954004276440171058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeamusical1.blogspot.com/2010/06/belated-day-11-62110.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2708972836473163846/posts/default/4954004276440171058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2708972836473163846/posts/default/4954004276440171058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeamusical1.blogspot.com/2010/06/belated-day-11-62110.html' title='*BELATED* Day 11: 6/21/10'/><author><name>DoveGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01751701745540182881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YtQKC6teFMs/TBTrzxw6KEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/g2EHj4pxjeE/S220/More+of+my+pics+003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2708972836473163846.post-8467505756357720603</id><published>2010-06-20T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T19:49:51.976-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday Songs'/><title type='text'>Day 10: 6/20/10</title><content type='html'>Well, as you may know- today was Father's Day. We got my dad a blu-ray player, which he really liked!. And my day was altogether very good! In the morning I... You know what? I'm going to stop right here. Today isn't supposed to be about me- so let's just skip the sum-up of the day and get to the main attraction. The song- but today I'm going to do it differently. Today wasn't about me so neither is the song. Today's song is going to be a tribute to my dad! Soooooooo... Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Dad&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was little&lt;br /&gt;And you saw my eyes filled with tears.&lt;br /&gt;You'd do the most ridiculous thing&lt;br /&gt;And put socks on your ears!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You always loved me-&lt;br /&gt;And at times treated me like a little child.&lt;br /&gt;And I'll admit-&lt;br /&gt;You've annoyed me, more than once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Daaaaaaaad.&lt;br /&gt;It worked.&lt;br /&gt;Oh Daaaaaaad&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daaaaaaaaaaaaad!&lt;br /&gt;Though it's  an embarassment to admit-&lt;br /&gt;Daaaaaaaaaaaaad!&lt;br /&gt;I love&lt;br /&gt;you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2708972836473163846-8467505756357720603?l=mylifeamusical1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeamusical1.blogspot.com/feeds/8467505756357720603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeamusical1.blogspot.com/2010/06/day-10-62010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2708972836473163846/posts/default/8467505756357720603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2708972836473163846/posts/default/8467505756357720603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeamusical1.blogspot.com/2010/06/day-10-62010.html' title='Day 10: 6/20/10'/><author><name>DoveGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01751701745540182881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YtQKC6teFMs/TBTrzxw6KEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/g2EHj4pxjeE/S220/More+of+my+pics+003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2708972836473163846.post-6667027972028858300</id><published>2010-06-20T12:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T19:48:53.739-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Make Believe'/><title type='text'>*BELATED* Day 9: 6/19/10</title><content type='html'>I'm sorry to all people who read this blog, I forgot to write yesterday so I'll do about that now. In the morning I had doughnuts from the farmer's market.  Then I waited for my brother to come home and violin lesson to begin, it didn't happen. But, my brother got home- I was so happy to see him! Then we went to see Toy Story- which was very good- a bit sad, VERY scary at one part! Then I reflected on the surprisingly deep Movie. Then the day was over kind of boring! Oh but I did get a new guitar so that's good. Today I think I'll make up a song, or maybe a musical Inside a musical (a.k.a my life). Well here it goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Tears and Cashiers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Workin' every day&lt;br /&gt;At the cash register&lt;br /&gt;In Whooole Foods.&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me anywhere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreams go by-&lt;br /&gt;Chances go by-&lt;br /&gt;Lives go by-&lt;br /&gt;Now you gat some dead end job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was younger,&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to be a movie Star.&lt;br /&gt;Now that I'm older,&lt;br /&gt;I can't even by myself a car!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teeeeeeeeee-ars!&lt;br /&gt;Being a cashieeeeeer!&lt;br /&gt;Teeeeeeeeee-ars!&lt;br /&gt;And a cashieeeeeer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words go by-&lt;br /&gt;I go by-&lt;br /&gt;You go by-&lt;br /&gt;And I still can't bring my self to&lt;br /&gt;Talk to youuuuuuu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teeeeeeeeee-ars!&lt;br /&gt;Being a cashieeeeeer!&lt;br /&gt;Teeeeeeeeee-ars!&lt;br /&gt;And a cashieeeeeer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my first day,&lt;br /&gt;This was just sposed to be a&lt;br /&gt;Part tiiiime job!&lt;br /&gt;Now I am a cashieeeeeer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teeeeeeeeee-ars!&lt;br /&gt;Being a cashieeeeeer!&lt;br /&gt;Teeeeeeeeee-ars!&lt;br /&gt;And a cashieeeeeer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEARS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2708972836473163846-6667027972028858300?l=mylifeamusical1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeamusical1.blogspot.com/feeds/6667027972028858300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeamusical1.blogspot.com/2010/06/belated-day-9-61910.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2708972836473163846/posts/default/6667027972028858300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2708972836473163846/posts/default/6667027972028858300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeamusical1.blogspot.com/2010/06/belated-day-9-61910.html' title='*BELATED* Day 9: 6/19/10'/><author><name>DoveGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01751701745540182881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YtQKC6teFMs/TBTrzxw6KEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/g2EHj4pxjeE/S220/More+of+my+pics+003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2708972836473163846.post-4073662682141517518</id><published>2010-06-18T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T19:48:21.313-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reality'/><title type='text'>Day 8: 6/18/10</title><content type='html'>HAPPY ONE WEEK ANNIVERSARY!!!! But it says day 8, perhaps I miscounted... BRB, gonna check- no, I counted right. Hmmm... The calender says it's been a week but the numbers tell a whole different story! Maybe it's something about counting, are you supposed to count all the days? Or do you not count the last one- or was it the first? I'm not sure. Well, today was another normal day- Friday, the most blessed day of all! In the morning I curled my hair- 30 minutes later my perfect beautiful curls fell flat! Oh, what a disappointment! Anyway, I am devoting the weekend to finding a way to get my curls to last, just a bit longer! So anyway, the day was pretty boring, so I'll just sum up the highlights: we learned an Elizabithean dance (excuse the spelling), I started to type up a script, ate lunch (and spent most of the time avoiding the heat by spending the majority of lunch going from bethroom to water fountain with my friend), went to rehearsal and there were so many notes that we left ten minutes late! Then I walked home and tried to figure out the curling iron again- no luck! Later, I watched some TV and started blogging, which brings us up to speed. Now time for the song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Hiding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just&lt;br /&gt;Soooo dang hot!&lt;br /&gt;I need to&lt;br /&gt;Escaaaaaaape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to &lt;br /&gt;Hide awaaaaay!&lt;br /&gt;I need to &lt;br /&gt;Disapeeeeeeeeear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's just&lt;br /&gt;Nothin' to do!&lt;br /&gt;There's just&lt;br /&gt;No where to beeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to&lt;br /&gt;Hi-i-i-i-i-i-ide!&lt;br /&gt;I need to&lt;br /&gt;Ru-u-u-u-u-u-un!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna go&lt;br /&gt;to a place where&lt;br /&gt;It's nice and cooool!&lt;br /&gt;Nice and Per-er-er-fe-ect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to&lt;br /&gt;Go-o-o-o-o!&lt;br /&gt;I need to &lt;br /&gt;Hide away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ne-e-e-e-e-e-ed to&lt;br /&gt;Run awa-a-a-ay&lt;br /&gt;I ne-e-e-e-e-e-ed to&lt;br /&gt;Gooooooooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I neeeeed tooooo&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;Hiiiiiiiiiiiiide!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2708972836473163846-4073662682141517518?l=mylifeamusical1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeamusical1.blogspot.com/feeds/4073662682141517518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeamusical1.blogspot.com/2010/06/day-8-61810.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2708972836473163846/posts/default/4073662682141517518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2708972836473163846/posts/default/4073662682141517518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeamusical1.blogspot.com/2010/06/day-8-61810.html' title='Day 8: 6/18/10'/><author><name>DoveGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01751701745540182881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YtQKC6teFMs/TBTrzxw6KEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/g2EHj4pxjeE/S220/More+of+my+pics+003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2708972836473163846.post-3893694113278294748</id><published>2010-06-17T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T19:46:57.234-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reality'/><title type='text'>Day 7: 6/17/10</title><content type='html'>HAPPY ONE-DAY-BEFORE-THE-ONE-WEEK-ANNIVERSARY!!!!!!!! How exciting! And what a one-day-before-the-one-week-anniversary it has been! It started out with me waking up at 6:28 (possibly sooner, this is when I checked the time), I had been anxiously awaiting the sound of the alarm on my iPod. So that's how I woke up. Anyway, then I went to take a shower, unfortunately my mom had already called it- and my brother was next in line! So I took the opportunity to get some more well deserved sleep. Afterwards I took my shower, blow-dried my hair, got dressed (in a gray skirt and brown graphic T with plenty of rhinestones and gauzy short sleeves), and got my breakfast. I ate, packed my lunch and watched some the news and some little kids show for about 10 minutes afterward. And soon enough I was walking down the block on my way to camp with my friends. And when we got there we headed in to do warm-ups, and then we were sent off to classes. Today I went to a crew class where we worked on boxes and I used a power tool(luckily- and I mean &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; luckily, no one was hurt)! Then it was off to improv class, always a hoot! Then lunch came and it, being summer, was very hot. Me and two of my friends escaped to the bathroom for the majority of lunch. Then came leaf fashion and handgames! After lunch it was time for rehearsal. And do you know what? We finally finished running through the play! We finished &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Stage Door&lt;/span&gt;! And after I left the stage for the last time- I had a LOT of free time. So me and my tall friend played the quiet game- It was quite intense! We kept trying to make each other talk, it was pretty funny really! So then it was time to head home. I remembered my key today, so I got in quickly and easily. And when I got home, I was alone- my dog took advantage of the situation, when I came in he was laying, belly-up, on the couch- I grabbed a box of wheat thins and headed to my room where I watched some stuff on YouTube and went on Facebook. Then I checked my email and my dog was with me the whole time, so technically I wasn't alone. Finally my mom came home and out of the blue we bought a hair curler, kinda nifty, huh? So that was my day, and I think I feel a song coming on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Quiet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shhh!&lt;br /&gt;Don't speak.&lt;br /&gt;Shhh! &lt;br /&gt;Don't talk.&lt;br /&gt;Shhh!&lt;br /&gt;Don't move.&lt;br /&gt;Shhh! &lt;br /&gt;Don't breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a moment of silence,&lt;br /&gt;things can go crazy-&lt;br /&gt;things become hazy!&lt;br /&gt;Soooo just don't&lt;br /&gt;Talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo just don't&lt;br /&gt;Talk.&lt;br /&gt;Sooo just don't&lt;br /&gt;let me loooooooose...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a moment of silence,&lt;br /&gt;One becomes fierce&lt;br /&gt;One loses all fears.&lt;br /&gt;Soooooooooo-&lt;br /&gt;Shhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't breath too loud,&lt;br /&gt;Or they'll kick you out!&lt;br /&gt;Don't even speak-&lt;br /&gt;They'll think your weak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shhh!&lt;br /&gt;Don't speak.&lt;br /&gt;Shhh! &lt;br /&gt;Don't talk.&lt;br /&gt;Shhh!&lt;br /&gt;Don't move.&lt;br /&gt;Shhh! &lt;br /&gt;Don't breath.&lt;br /&gt;Shhhhhhhhhh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2708972836473163846-3893694113278294748?l=mylifeamusical1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeamusical1.blogspot.com/feeds/3893694113278294748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeamusical1.blogspot.com/2010/06/day-7-61710.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2708972836473163846/posts/default/3893694113278294748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2708972836473163846/posts/default/3893694113278294748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeamusical1.blogspot.com/2010/06/day-7-61710.html' title='Day 7: 6/17/10'/><author><name>DoveGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01751701745540182881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YtQKC6teFMs/TBTrzxw6KEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/g2EHj4pxjeE/S220/More+of+my+pics+003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2708972836473163846.post-2782899410325038969</id><published>2010-06-16T18:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T19:46:02.193-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reality'/><title type='text'>Day 6: 6/16/10</title><content type='html'>Hmmm... Would you look at that? Day 6 in the 6th month on the 16th! How cool! Well on with the days events? Well, first I had a cherry turnover for breakfast, it was very good! Then I went to camp and on the way there Turtle told me about a little mishap with lipgloss. Hee hee! Okay, so then we got to camp and did our warm ups and went to class. Today I went to a  class where we made like settings without any props, just ourselves and our imagination... Yay...(!) I guess. Then we were off to Character study class where we play a very much insane game called "Bunny, bunny" I was quite confused the whole time! Then we got into groups and made pretend commercials, in my group we made one about an anti-depressant hat! What makes it all the more better is that Neil Patrick Harris supports it, always a good sign! After class we ate lunch and I was the only one who, instead of sitting in the muddy shade, sat on the sunny hot cement. When I was asked if I was worried about getting burnt, I merely responded "I don't burn." That's the truth. Then later we were talking about eyes- or something like that and I just so happened to mention that I have 20/20 vision. And then one of my friends said they are going to heve to get braces, I let it slip that my dentist said that I wouldn't have to worry about that. So by the end of lunch I earned the nickname "Little Miss Perfect"... And it stuck for the rest of the day. So I went home did all the usual stuff (except for violin cuz I forgot- whoops!). Anyway, My mind kept going back there! Little Miss Perfect? Haha! Good one! I am anything but! So maybe I have some... well... Perfect features- but that dosen't make me perfect! "Little Miss Perfect" Don't flatter me! Song time? Sure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Perfection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Straight Teeth.&lt;br /&gt;Nice hair.&lt;br /&gt;Good skin.&lt;br /&gt;Better vision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My disguise.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not perfeeect.&lt;br /&gt;Don't call me perfe-e-ect.&lt;br /&gt;Please. I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfe-e-e-ect?&lt;br /&gt;Not even close!&lt;br /&gt;Soci-a-ly awkward-&lt;br /&gt;Is more fitting,&lt;br /&gt;Now, that's saying something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Miss Perfect&lt;br /&gt;Really?&lt;br /&gt;Little Miss Perfect&lt;br /&gt;Who? Me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfe-e-e-ect?&lt;br /&gt;Am I hearing clearly?&lt;br /&gt;Fran-ken-stein-&lt;br /&gt;Is more fitting,&lt;br /&gt;Now, that's saying something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Miss Perfect&lt;br /&gt;Really?&lt;br /&gt;Little Miss Perfect&lt;br /&gt;Who? Me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfe-e-e-ect?&lt;br /&gt;Perfe-e-e-e-ect?&lt;br /&gt;Perfe-e-e-ect?&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Really?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2708972836473163846-2782899410325038969?l=mylifeamusical1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeamusical1.blogspot.com/feeds/2782899410325038969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeamusical1.blogspot.com/2010/06/day-6-61610.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2708972836473163846/posts/default/2782899410325038969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2708972836473163846/posts/default/2782899410325038969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeamusical1.blogspot.com/2010/06/day-6-61610.html' title='Day 6: 6/16/10'/><author><name>DoveGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01751701745540182881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YtQKC6teFMs/TBTrzxw6KEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/g2EHj4pxjeE/S220/More+of+my+pics+003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2708972836473163846.post-1794604284307114333</id><published>2010-06-15T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T19:45:05.693-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Make Believe'/><title type='text'>Day 5: 6/15/10</title><content type='html'>My dear readers, shall I reveal the events of today? I truly do not know! Oh- what the hell? I will! In the morning I had a bowl-o-Special-K, DEEEEE-Licioso! Then I packed my lunch put on some lip gloss (the fancy kind you buy at Bath and Body Works for $7- Grapefruit and wonderfully smelling!). Next I packed my lunch and was soon on my way to camp with my friends. We got to camp and made our way to the gym, where we do warm ups and all that jazz. OOOOH! Almost forgot! In the morning I used this new leave in conditioner which is AMAZING! At first it made my hair look all hard and crusty but then I combed it through my hair and blow dried it and it was instantaneously better! Okay, now where was I? Warm-ups? No, no. Immediately after that, which brings us too... Classes. Yes, that's it! So anyhwo, after warm-ups we went to our classes. First I had an improv class with a rather... how do I put this? Hmmmm... not very youthful, but... acts like it. And know what? He has an EARING!! I WAS SHOCKED WHEN I FOUND OUT!! I tried to mouth that to Turtle but I'm not sure she understood me. So any way, now we have to find three lines from movies and have them by our next class, I'm not sure what lines I'm doing- the Line Stealers all took "Hello, my name is Inigo Montoya, you killed my father. Prepare to die!". Darn them! Remind me to tell the lines I chose when I choose them! Okay, so next we went to the scene study class where we mad characters (mine was an octopus, Turtle's was an evil ant named Fredwardo). Wow, I think I made a lot of typo sright now! Well, what can I say, it's late! Muy, muy late (10:33)! Okay, now then- on with the story! After classes we had lunch where me and sum of my friedns, not Turtle (Sorry!), got all the way through the alphabet playing "Avacado" and then designed dresses- including one VERY VERY VERY pretty one that looked like it was being worn by Voldemort! I was in creative mode all day. Any way after lunch was rehearsal... Nothing much happened there... except my friend found tha page I wrote all over yesterday. Then I went home, got locked out, went inside, ate some wheat thins, watched TV, Read my book, went on facebook, practiced violin, watched &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Cloudy Witha Chance of Meatballs&lt;/span&gt; with my dad, went up to my room, lay down on my bed and blogged! So now we're up to speed. Time for the song? Wait- Let's try something new for today, This song isn't going to be about today, or my life, or me. Today I'm gonna just make something up and see where it goes.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Gem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a sunny day,&lt;br /&gt;She died.&lt;br /&gt;It was a happy day, a gorgeous day,&lt;br /&gt;And she died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a rainy day,&lt;br /&gt;She was born.&lt;br /&gt;On a gloomy day, an utterly gray day.&lt;br /&gt;And she was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the other children were &lt;br /&gt;having a fit-&lt;br /&gt;She'd laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the other kids were happy,&lt;br /&gt;and smiling-&lt;br /&gt;She'd cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody liked her.&lt;br /&gt;She kept to herself.&lt;br /&gt;Ev'ry body ignored her.&lt;br /&gt;She sat on her own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the kids shrieked &lt;br /&gt;Filled with fear-&lt;br /&gt;She'd smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When ev'ry one was &lt;br /&gt;hungry or thirsty-&lt;br /&gt;she was content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody liked her.&lt;br /&gt;She kept to herself.&lt;br /&gt;Ev'ry body ignored her.&lt;br /&gt;She sat on her own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her mom named her &lt;br /&gt;Gem.&lt;br /&gt;She called herself&lt;br /&gt;Rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O-oh Gem.&lt;br /&gt;Don't do that!&lt;br /&gt;O-oh Gem.&lt;br /&gt;Be like ev'ry one else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody liked her.&lt;br /&gt;She kept to herself.&lt;br /&gt;Ev'ry body ignored her.&lt;br /&gt;She sat on her own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O-oh Gem.&lt;br /&gt;Stop being so different!&lt;br /&gt;O-oh Gem.&lt;br /&gt;Stop being so wierd!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O-oh Gem.&lt;br /&gt;We miss you already.&lt;br /&gt;O-oh Gem.&lt;br /&gt;How come you died?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O-oh Gem.&lt;br /&gt;Stop being so different!&lt;br /&gt;O-oh Gem.&lt;br /&gt;Stop being so wierd!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O-oh Gem.&lt;br /&gt;Ev'ry one's crying.&lt;br /&gt;O-oh Gem.&lt;br /&gt;Are you smiling up there?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2708972836473163846-1794604284307114333?l=mylifeamusical1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeamusical1.blogspot.com/feeds/1794604284307114333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeamusical1.blogspot.com/2010/06/day-5-61510.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2708972836473163846/posts/default/1794604284307114333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2708972836473163846/posts/default/1794604284307114333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeamusical1.blogspot.com/2010/06/day-5-61510.html' title='Day 5: 6/15/10'/><author><name>DoveGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01751701745540182881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YtQKC6teFMs/TBTrzxw6KEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/g2EHj4pxjeE/S220/More+of+my+pics+003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2708972836473163846.post-3041367302948751145</id><published>2010-06-14T19:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T19:44:10.833-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reality'/><title type='text'>Day 4: 6/14/10</title><content type='html'>One word: Monday. Horrific, terrible, nightmarish, even despised by cats. That is Monday... Well the concept of it is, at least. You know the whole "Aw man! The weekends over! Grrrr..." attitude that comes with it- but not all Mondays follow this stereotype, like this Monday! It was actually a pretty nice day: in the morning I ate cinnamon-bun-flavored oatmeal, buttery toast, and ice cold milk (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;NOT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;NOT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;NOT   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; "Melk"); then I walked to camp with my friend Turtle (I'm using her code name because she told me to) and her younger brother- Our other friend (who I haven't made a nickname for yet) wasn't at camp; then camp started and we went to classes (first a character study where we had to make a character out of pictures that we were given, I got a very... Madonna-ish looking person; then we were at juggling class where I learned that I cannot juggle- but Turtle can!); Then lunch- ooooooh lunch! First I made code names ("The Pope," "Rabbit," "Dog," and "Blue Shirt"- but these will most likely all change!) then... well... how do I explain this? Okay, spell "IHOS"- but beware! Profanity may occur! Now we discovered this because it's an abbreviation for [insert hint of sarcasm]- the name of Turtle's Blog, we didn't know what it would end up sounding like! Then after lots of stupid laughter it was rehearsal. Same old boring stuff- I did kind of win a game of zip-zap-zop, which was fun! Then I secretly wrote in my friends script "Hi! THIS IS PALOMA!!!!! SURPRISE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" And on the other side I wrote "happy :D sad:(  &gt;( mad, CIRCLE YOUR REACTION" wonder when she'll notice it... Then as soon as it came, it was over and Turtle and I walked home- no, wait! First we stopped by CVS- Theeeeeen we walked home! And I was listening to my iPod, when what should happen? I found the song. A while back My dad and I were listening to the radio- one of the college stations- and we heard this great song! I knew it! It was so familiar! And you know what it was? It was "She Don't Use Jelly" by the Flaming Lips! And you know how I knew it? It was on my iPod! After all this time it was right in front of my nose! That's one of those really funny things in life- you never know how something will be resolved, maybe by being right under your nose for so many months. You never can tell.  Well without further-a-do here's the song for today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Funny &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juggling life-&lt;br /&gt;dropping everything.&lt;br /&gt;losing focus on the right stuff,&lt;br /&gt;gaining it on the wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretending, I hope-&lt;br /&gt;Forgetting- for a second-&lt;br /&gt;who I really am.&lt;br /&gt;But I can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends sitting next to me-&lt;br /&gt;That's what life is all about&lt;br /&gt;Or something similar,&lt;br /&gt;I can't recall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I remember,&lt;br /&gt;something from way back when.&lt;br /&gt;Hiding under the bottom of my nose&lt;br /&gt;Funny little things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you see them?&lt;br /&gt;All these funny little things.&lt;br /&gt;Making us up.&lt;br /&gt;Making our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these funny little things.&lt;br /&gt;without them would there still be-&lt;br /&gt;me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And would there be life?&lt;br /&gt;And would their be love?&lt;br /&gt;And would there be...any thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S'pose so.&lt;br /&gt;Cuz their only&lt;br /&gt;Funny Little Thi-i-ings&lt;br /&gt;Their not us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2708972836473163846-3041367302948751145?l=mylifeamusical1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeamusical1.blogspot.com/feeds/3041367302948751145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeamusical1.blogspot.com/2010/06/day-4-61410.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2708972836473163846/posts/default/3041367302948751145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2708972836473163846/posts/default/3041367302948751145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeamusical1.blogspot.com/2010/06/day-4-61410.html' title='Day 4: 6/14/10'/><author><name>DoveGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01751701745540182881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YtQKC6teFMs/TBTrzxw6KEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/g2EHj4pxjeE/S220/More+of+my+pics+003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2708972836473163846.post-5008420721688401493</id><published>2010-06-13T18:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T19:43:19.602-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Make Believe'/><title type='text'>Day 3: 6/13/10</title><content type='html'>Goodbye weekend! Another Do nothing day has passed, yet it seemed a bit busier... In the morning me and my brother, who I was very happy to have back at the house (Normally he's living in his dorm at UIC), were making banana walnut pancakes (Yum!) and sausages (Double Yum!). Then I was forced into mowing the lawn- a (Kind of) long hard and very repetitive task. Then came the... hold on let me get a deep breath *Huuuuuuuuuuh*... writing, reading, watching TV, Listening to music, going to buy crickets and a pooper scooper for my leopard geckos, walking Teddy (My dog), getting caught in the rain, having to run home just before it started to pour, watching TV, losing the signal, going on my laptop, browsing through pics of dogs from a shelter, exclaiming how I &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;need&lt;/span&gt;: the InStyler, spiral bobby pins, a digital camera, and the products of just about every other commercial I saw, having my grandparents ("Wito and Wita" who only speak spanish), blogging about my day, aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand realizing how boring it was! Now as I blog I am watching Toy Story 2 and in 5 minutes it's time for King of the Hill, which is why the TV is on at all! And now through the corner of my eye, I can see the sweetest little angel on four legs sleeping on top of the couch, and now it started raining again- Oh my luxurious life! Well here's today's song:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Look Up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look up sir,&lt;br /&gt;Though it's raining!&lt;br /&gt;Look up Ma'am,&lt;br /&gt;Though the sun ain't out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you really need&lt;br /&gt;All these con-trap-tions they show ooooon T.V.&lt;br /&gt;Do you really need &lt;br /&gt;Another mouth to feeeeeed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look up sir,&lt;br /&gt;Though you long for more!&lt;br /&gt;Look up Ma'am,&lt;br /&gt;Though you've seen it before!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think you are uncoooool?&lt;br /&gt;Sitting alone reading?&lt;br /&gt;Think you are a nerrrd?&lt;br /&gt;Being your self?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look up sir,&lt;br /&gt;You know that you are you!&lt;br /&gt;Look up Ma'am,&lt;br /&gt;You can't escape your self&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look up!&lt;br /&gt;Look up!&lt;br /&gt;Sir, please, Look up!&lt;br /&gt;Look up!&lt;br /&gt;Look up!&lt;br /&gt;Ma'am, please, Look up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2708972836473163846-5008420721688401493?l=mylifeamusical1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeamusical1.blogspot.com/feeds/5008420721688401493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeamusical1.blogspot.com/2010/06/day-3-61310.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2708972836473163846/posts/default/5008420721688401493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2708972836473163846/posts/default/5008420721688401493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeamusical1.blogspot.com/2010/06/day-3-61310.html' title='Day 3: 6/13/10'/><author><name>DoveGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01751701745540182881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YtQKC6teFMs/TBTrzxw6KEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/g2EHj4pxjeE/S220/More+of+my+pics+003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2708972836473163846.post-3295462986411167306</id><published>2010-06-12T15:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T19:41:51.859-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reality'/><title type='text'>Day 2: 6/12/10</title><content type='html'>Oh my dear Saturday, how I love thee! I happily spent this Saturday at home, relaxing, going on my computer, watching TV, doing my nails, etc. In the morning I ate leftover birthday cake and a tall glass of milk for breakfast- Delicious! Then I listened to my iPod, preformed some home renovations... On my blog! Scroll all the way down- you'll see my new fishies and a list of my favorite songs. I also found my friends new blog (Which she &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;needs &lt;/span&gt; to start writing on!). All together a very uneventful day! But that's life, That's home, That's me! Well, here's the song:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lounging about painting my nails-&lt;br /&gt;Lis'nin' to Wilco blasting on my radio,&lt;br /&gt;And I knooooow-&lt;br /&gt;I am home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the song changes aaaand&lt;br /&gt;So do I&lt;br /&gt;Now It's quiet aaaand&lt;br /&gt;I'm gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting alone writing songs&lt;br /&gt;For no one in par-tic-u-lar&lt;br /&gt;And I knooooow-&lt;br /&gt;I am Home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the phones ringing,&lt;br /&gt;I need to get it&lt;br /&gt;And I knooooow-&lt;br /&gt;I am Home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking alone&lt;br /&gt;Down the great old hall&lt;br /&gt;And I knooooow-&lt;br /&gt;I am Home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear the dogs barking,&lt;br /&gt;They continue to yap away&lt;br /&gt;And I knooooow-&lt;br /&gt;I am Home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear my mother&lt;br /&gt;Nagging about "Safety"&lt;br /&gt;And I knooooow-&lt;br /&gt;I am Home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go to lock the door,&lt;br /&gt;Feeling a rush of fear&lt;br /&gt;And I knooooow-&lt;br /&gt;I am Home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knooooow-&lt;br /&gt;And I-&lt;br /&gt;And I- &lt;br /&gt;And I- &lt;br /&gt;Knoooooooooooooow-&lt;br /&gt;I am-&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Home&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2708972836473163846-3295462986411167306?l=mylifeamusical1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeamusical1.blogspot.com/feeds/3295462986411167306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeamusical1.blogspot.com/2010/06/day-2-61210.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2708972836473163846/posts/default/3295462986411167306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2708972836473163846/posts/default/3295462986411167306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeamusical1.blogspot.com/2010/06/day-2-61210.html' title='Day 2: 6/12/10'/><author><name>DoveGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01751701745540182881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YtQKC6teFMs/TBTrzxw6KEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/g2EHj4pxjeE/S220/More+of+my+pics+003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2708972836473163846.post-4924767586987530452</id><published>2010-06-11T14:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T19:40:39.233-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reality'/><title type='text'>Day 1: 6/11/2010</title><content type='html'>I like to act, ever since I was very young I wanted to be in the movies, for now I am simply in school plays. My school has a pretty good theater program, they also have a summer camp so every summer I go to that camp. That's where I spent today. We have classes in the moring, this morning I went to one class where we talked about scenes and watched one scene from the Wizard of Oz. Twenty "That's What She Said," jokes later and we went to a dance class and learned the ballet combo from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Chorus Line&lt;/span&gt;, I was awful! We stretched to "Sweet Home Alabama" and danced to some other strictly not-ballet music. Then we had lunch- too hot and too long! After lunch I had rehearsal. One of our directors taught us to walk like adults in the 30's. She called it our "Society Girl" Walk. We were instructed to push our shoulders back and puff out our chests. I was pretty good at that! I make a better Society girl then I do a ballerina!&lt;br /&gt;Now here's my first song of the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm No Ballerina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You told me to twirl,&lt;br /&gt;You told me to leap,&lt;br /&gt;You told me to dance on these god-given two left feet.&lt;br /&gt;It was all a whirl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, What can I say?&lt;br /&gt;I'm no ballerina-a-a-a&lt;br /&gt;And that's Okay-&lt;br /&gt;I'm no ballerina-a-a-a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you told me to walk,&lt;br /&gt;And ask me to talk,&lt;br /&gt;This I can do&lt;br /&gt;One of many hidden virtues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, What can I say?&lt;br /&gt;I'm no ballerina-a-a-a&lt;br /&gt;And that's Okay-&lt;br /&gt;I'm no ballerina-a-a-a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, that's Okay,&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather be a society girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, What can I say?&lt;br /&gt;I'm no ballerina-a-a-a&lt;br /&gt;Well, What can I do?&lt;br /&gt;I'm no ballerina-a-a-a&lt;br /&gt;Well, That's Okay,&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather beeeeee.....&lt;br /&gt;A so-ci-et-eeeeeey&lt;br /&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;Girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2708972836473163846-4924767586987530452?l=mylifeamusical1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeamusical1.blogspot.com/feeds/4924767586987530452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeamusical1.blogspot.com/2010/06/day-1-6112010.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2708972836473163846/posts/default/4924767586987530452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2708972836473163846/posts/default/4924767586987530452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeamusical1.blogspot.com/2010/06/day-1-6112010.html' title='Day 1: 6/11/2010'/><author><name>DoveGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01751701745540182881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YtQKC6teFMs/TBTrzxw6KEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/g2EHj4pxjeE/S220/More+of+my+pics+003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2708972836473163846.post-3122088109133392526</id><published>2010-06-11T13:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T19:39:58.261-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='News'/><title type='text'>Welcome to my World</title><content type='html'>Life, in my opinion,  is a story waiting to be read. There are so many great stories out there,  My story, however, happens to be a musical. I am not a singer or dancer, but I don't have to be, because in myh mind the world sings enough for itself. My objective is to capture the songs. Every day I will review the events and compose a piece to describe my feelings, and sum up the day in one short catchy tune. Life is a musical so, as the song from &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wicked&lt;/span&gt; goes, Keep on dancing through!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2708972836473163846-3122088109133392526?l=mylifeamusical1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylifeamusical1.blogspot.com/feeds/3122088109133392526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeamusical1.blogspot.com/2010/06/welcome-to-my-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2708972836473163846/posts/default/3122088109133392526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2708972836473163846/posts/default/3122088109133392526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylifeamusical1.blogspot.com/2010/06/welcome-to-my-world.html' title='Welcome to my World'/><author><name>DoveGirl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01751701745540182881</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YtQKC6teFMs/TBTrzxw6KEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/g2EHj4pxjeE/S220/More+of+my+pics+003.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
