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Nov. 22nd, 2010

the baker

Writer's Block: Above and beyond

What do you think happens after you die?

I've lately come to the conclusion that I honestly don't know. I used to believe in Heaven and Hell but as I grow older, I find myself very skeptical. I'm open to the idea of a superior being, but with regret, I can honestly say I believe very little of what is in the Bible. I flat out disagree with many of the rules and laws and judgement. I simply do not believe that homosexuality is a sin, nor do I believe that Jonah really lived in a whale or that the entire world flooded. 

I simply cannot believe that little Muslim, Jewish, Hindi and Buddhist children are going to hell when they die simply because they are not Christian. They grow up believing in their religion every bit as much as we do. 

I think organized religion has overstayed it's welcome. The minute it starts condemning, passing judgment and giving its self the absolute authority, I grow weary and wonder if the world wouldn't be better off without it. World  peace would be much more possible if religion were not as prevalent as it is.  

Writer's Block: Family planning

If you wanted to have children and had trouble conceiving, would you be more likely to consider IVF, surrogacy, or adoption, and why?

I would consider adoption before anything else. There are so many children in the world that are without families. If I could not naturally conceive I would take that a sign that I'm supposed to adopt a child. My baby sister's best friend was adopted from an impoverished family in Africa,  and there is no comparison to the life she has now compared to the one she would have had.  

Writer's Block: Unplugged

For how much money would you be willing to spend a whole week away from the Internet, TV, and mobile phones? Would you suffer withdrawal pains?

How sad is it that we expect to be paid for this? I for one, would pay for this. I am not one to be old fashion and complain about the horrible crimes technology has committed against society, but this is different.
I can see myself at a lovely resort on a white beach with the one I love. We don't need the internet or television. We have each other and nature and if it's just for a week, that is all we need.
I think at first we wouldn't suffer from withdrawal but maybe by the fifth night we might be craving Netflix. 

Sep. 6th, 2010


Writer's Block: Living the dream

What is your ultimate dream job? Do you think you'll ever live the dream?

My ultimate dream job would be to perform either on film or on stage, preferably a little bit of both. Currently I'm in music school and have already received a lead role as a freshmen. I'm really hoping I'll get to live my dream, however briefly. I love acting and singing. Nothing brings me greater joy.

Writer's Block: My Journey

If you had the chance to travel anywhere in the world for a year, where would you go?

I would like to spend a year in England. It's such a beautiful country, rich in history with a stunning country side. 

Also, I'm a sucker for the accents ;-)

Writer's Block: Teacher of the year

Have you ever had a teacher who made a profound difference in your life? How did they influence and/or inspire you?

I consider myself very lucky that I actually had to decide to who I was going to write about. Most students are lucky to make it out of school with even one teacher that they feel inspired them, but me? I had many. Is it my second grade teacher, Mrs. Tipmore, who's sweet disposition and passion for reading started my bookwormish behavior? Or is it Mr. Venable, my sixth grade teacher who treated us like young adults, gave us challenging coursework and opened up the world of British literature to me and made me feel as if I could tackle just about anything? Or better yet is it Mr. Cherry? My Professor Lupin-like computer teacher who was supportive and filled my days with humor? Or Mr. Underwood, my eighth grade american history teacher who made me realize that history was really just a class about people's stories and unlocked a hidden passion of mine? Or possibly Mrs. Phillips? My high school advanced English teacher who encouraged us to be free thinkers, transcendentalist and intellectuals. She complimented my writing skills and was more supportive than could ever be expected when she realized my passions lay elsewhere.

Which leads me to the teacher who has made the most impact on my life. Mr. Damron was my high school choral director. He poured his heart and soul into our choral department, even when the rest of the school thought it was pointless and a waste. He saw the arts as a fundamental part of our educations as opposed to an ornamental distraction. He was the kind of teacher that showed up a half hour early to help students in subjects unrelated to choir, and then stayed until eight o'clock at night because he had two different groups to rehearse twice a week. He was our fearless leader in our quest for self-realization though music. He was ridiculously talented; he had the ability to sight-read eight parts at a time and play them damn-near perfect.

I loved his passion for his subject and his compassion for his students. Because of him I am now attending music school to become a music teacher and I hope that I can instill the same sort of passion in my own students.

Jan. 9th, 2010


Writer's Block: What do you want to do before you die?

What do you want to do before you die?

i want to have at least one serious acting gig.
i want to write a novel.
i want to ride a horse on the beach.
i want to get married.
i want to live in England for at least a year.
i want to become bilingual.
i want to write a song. lyrics and everything.
i want to make a cd, even if it is all covers and for my own use.
i want to rescue a golden retriever
i want to be a starving/freezing artist in a nasty apartment living on ramen and hope
i want to be an amateur photographer
i want to swim in an infiniti pool
i want to meet jk rowling
i want to travel the world
i want to attend a mass at the La Sagrada Familia in Barcelona
i want to be happy.

Jan. 7th, 2010


rough lyrics

these will change a lot before i'm happy, but its a basic concept....im not writing from my own computer, so I didn't have anywhere to put them.

the girl saw the boy standing under a dying tree
is this an omen of the world that is to be?
she shook her head,
her curls bounced.
she shook her hips,
her skirt flounced.
the girl and the boy disapeared behind the tree
you know what happens to the young when they're free
for every action
there's a reaction
for ev'ry word spoken
there is proper diction
twenty years later the girl is crying
twenty years later the boy thinks he's dying
suffocated by death
they fall to the ground
suffocated by life
they stopped looking around
sometimes you know
love's just not enough
sometimes you know
you've got to get tough
when the stars got you crossed
you're fighting 'gainst faith.
for every action
there's a reaction
for ev'ry word spoken
there is proper diction

Oct. 5th, 2009


i miss you

 here i sit
all alone
my love for you
is all i know

the rain it hides
all my tears
once my hopes
are now my fears

i'll miss your hugs
i'll miss your touch
i'll miss your kisses too
but most of all
i'll miss you

sobs so soft
they break your heart
how did we meet this end
with such a great start

i'll miss your hugs
i'll miss your touch
i'll miss your kisses too
but most of all
i'll miss you

i miss you

Sep. 11th, 2009


What I Want to Be When I Grow Up

 I grew up in frilly dresses, lacy socks, costume jewelry and Mommy’s make up. I used to love going to Grandma’s house so that I could put on my “dress-up clothes” and prance around the house pretending to be an elegant lady of society who held tea parties for all the local stuffed animals and porcelain dolls. I had all of my favorite movies memorized and could act them out flawlessly as I watched them for the umpteenth time. When I was about seven years old my grandparents took me to a Beef & Boards matinee performance of Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs. I remember practically nothing about the show itself, except for how I felt when the curtain closed. I loved every single moment of the performance and I hungered for more. A few years later, my dad took me to see a traveling Broadway performance of Annie at the Murat Theatre in Indianapolis. I have been addicted to musicals ever since. All the practicing I did as a child, wearing big frilly dresses and dancing and singing in front of the mirror had trained me for musicals. I have been extremely active in the drama department for the past three years and I feel that theatre is my true calling. I plan to pursue it the best that I can and hope for the best. :]

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