Fast Walk, No Friends!

Dearest Everyone-I've-Left-Behind,

Sorry about that. It's not that I don't want to be friends with you. I really do! You're excellent humans and conversationalists.

BUT IF YOU ARE GOING WALK THAT SLOWLY, IT'S NOT MY FAULT.

(This letter is selfish).

(It's also a joke).

I have been told that

a) I walk quickly
b) I take long strides because I am tall (since when am I tall? What?)

I UNDERSTAND YOUR NEED TO CONVERSE WITH YOUR OTHER FRIENDS. BUT IF YOU ARE ALSO TALKING TO ME, THEN

c) I cannot walk as slowly as you, because I would literally be stationary.
d) I can't leave because you're addressing me.

Sorry about leaving you to walk slowly.

It was awkward when we were on the same bus.

Sincerely (and fastpaced),
Lily.

Stage Kiss

Stage kisses have popped up a lot in the past week. Seeing West Side Story at Stuyvesant, the lead was always doing that stage kiss thing where you kiss someone with your thumbs. It was pretty obvious, and led to a few awkward moments on stage with his love interest.

Rehearsing for Comedy of Errors, it is very different, Maybe we're just more romantic people, but even in rehearsal, people are kissing like it's the last night of performances.

I've always kind of wondered whether or not stage kisses are awkward between two people who are actually friends. Or are they just an excuse to kiss someone, especially when they have to do it like 5 times? 

Whichever they are, the scene looks pretty sweet.

Good job guys.

Somewhere Else

I like to be in a different world sometimes.

There's something a little too boring about the fact that my room will always be my room, and a year will pass and I will be the exact same person I was.

I like to imagine complex other-realities for myself, places I visit while thinking alone.

One day, I want to be interesting. C'mon, imagination! Work!

Help

I am slipping off the brink of insanity,

and if you think you can save me, I commend you, sir!

please send for help

most helpful donations would be-

1 snuggie because it's really cold in here.

1 sewing kit because I wore a sweater with a huge hole in it today.

3 skeins of Lion Brand Chunky Knit Self-Stripe yarn in different colors, because knitting is fun.

1 person who I could rant to.

1 person who I can talk to about absolutely anything (preferably my age?)

1 person who likes the same music as me and would listen to this song with me like, forever.

1 person who likes me (you know, likes me).

1 partner in nostalgic vintage crime.

2 compliments

5 words of encouragement?

1 person to do all of my homework for me.

4 classes made more interesting

10 more weekends

thanks.

lily.

Fluffy?

Suited up in my fanciest dress for my mother's birthday dinner, I feel as if I should be twirling and singing melodically, due to the fact that my hair looks nice even though I didn't do anything with it today and the fact that my red lipstick is still working.

When I originally began this blog post, I was listening to some REALLY soft and fluffy, absolutely terrible indie folk that I was trying to force myself to like. "Ellen and the Escapades" are not a terrible band, they're just for a very specific type of people.

Ellen and the Escapades are probably for someone who twirls around the house and for someone who spends hours doing their hair.

I thought that the current time was an hour late (thank you, Fall Back!) so technically, I did do my hair two hours before we're escorted to our table by some young woman who would rather be watching movies with her boyfriend, but has to act like she enjoys her job because it pays her pretty well.

But honestly, I am not a fluffy kitten wearing lipstick who could spend the entirety of her life listening to increasingly awful folk music.

Which is why I swapped the dress for a T-shirt, and I'm listening to some rock music now.

Photo Shoot

There's a certain glamour to capture the world through the eyes of a lens. You know when you look at it, you and the model will see two different things

The model will see herself, and only herself. If she likes it, it's exciting. If she doesn't, there's a grimace and a quick "Ew delete delete delete!"

The photographer sees the light, sees the world in juxtaposition with her sister, who isn't vain, despite loving to have pictures of herself taken. She will see that beauty is a gift, and a talent, something that is fun to flaunt and fun to capture, but yet found everywhere.

She will find that she should probably get home and do homework, or jet off to her different parties (since when did people invite her to anything?), but that camera and the sister are so appealing, the allure of the perfect shot still shimmering in the crisp November air.

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(I'll attach photos later)

Cancel Out

West Side Story is one of those classic love stories that makes you swoon a little when you watch it again. That was the case with Stuyvesant's production of West Side Story.

The final scene of West Side Story has Maria holding a gun to everyone standing around her beloved, Tony. 

"All of you! You all killed him! And my brother, and Riff. Not with bullets, or guns, with hate. Well now I can kill, too, because now I have hate!"Maria says through her tears.

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This blog post really didn't have much of a point. I just thought that was a really powerful line.

People pay too much attention to hate. If we just love each other, then Tony wouldn't have died. Romeo and Juliet's happy ending doesn't exist yet, but maybe soon.