Speech and Yay.

So I haven’t written in here for like two years. Out of all days, I pick now. In my junior year. Where life is hell.

So today I had my new member-speech interview because apparently I need one because they got new coaches since I was gone. Anyway they said to pick which one described us the best; clown, actor, critic, or storyteller.

I picked storyteller.

That’s right. I picked the only area that had no provided script for the interview, just instructions that said to pick a classic story and tell it in about 90 seconds.

I’m just full of intelligence, aren’t I?

Anyway I decided to do “Charlie and the Chocolate Factory” especially since we finished up “Willy Wonka”- at my high school a couple weeks ago and whenever I get into a show, I will normally become obsessed with it.

This one is no exception.

So the coach cut me off a little over halfway into my interpretation of the story and—

Okay, let me give you a bit of background first. I did Speech two years ago as a freshman and I was in Creative Expression. For me it’s one of the more lowkey categories in Speech. I can’t handle draw categories too well, which include Extemp. and Storytelling; those take a lot of time commitment.

Keep this in mind.

So afterwards the coach said that, despite the conflicts I have, I would fit best in Storytelling.

Storytelling.

Also known as the category that would kill me if I did it this year.

I’m such a great role model.

Think I’ll do Creative instead.

-Lyd

My Insane Fears (And the Reasons Behind Them), Part 0.25:

In case you’re wondering, this topic came from a long strand of recent thoughts and I figured that this would be a good thing to expand on.

So, I have a few fears that you might deem as “irrational,” but hear me out. I’d say that I have pretty good reasons behind a few of them.

This first one isn’t exactly a fear. It’s the reason that I don’t like to that kind of frightens me. A bit of background on me is that I can sing. Really well, according to quite a few people. The thing is I’d love to sing for people if it weren’t for one thing; the fear behind it. Before I tell you, don’t judge me yet.

Here goes: I’m afraid that if I sing for people, someone will kidnap me, take me to a lair or a house or palace or something, lock me in a golden bird cage, and force me to sing for them like a cute, beautiful, little, canary bird:

(Not my picture, by the way.)

Don’t call me crazy, yet. Hear me out. Ever read the Molly Moon books and, in the second one, Davina Nuttel is kidnapped by Primo Cell and forced to sing for him? Or maybe this will enlighten things a bit. Oh, and look. It’s conveniently linked for you and it will open up in another tab:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JuVRi9XzNpk

That kind of adds to the fear. I might not be put into a bird cage, but worse a prince would want me around so that I could sing to him; someone like Hades who would literally sweep me off my feet and into his palace to be queen forevermore (Hehe. Forevermore. What a charming, little word.) The only setback for my fear is the Persephone is a ginger in this film. But you get the idea.

What’s more I’m apparently a very sweet girl, so how could I say no? And my hair. My hair is another thing. It’s a golden blonde and it shines in the light a lot. Sometimes I swear that it’s made of real gold. I told this to someone and she said that, if it was, she’d probably kidnap me. Plus I’ve been called adorable and cute/cutie. Think about it; adorable and cute are the epitome of youth and innocence.  I’m doomed. Doomed, I tell you. Doomed!

Still don’t think so? I was singing in the halls after school once and a senior mistook me for the girl who played the lead in our school musical “Guys and Dolls” and she has an absolutely beautiful singing voice. It’s like an angel’s. I’ve felt like she’s put me under a trance just from her singing. If people think that my voice is as beautiful and angelic as hers, then I’m a sure target for those who want those qualities.

On top of that, I entered a solo/ensemble contest and got a 36/40. That’s a superior. I got a superior and I’m only a freshman in high school. Who wouldn’t want someone with a voice that’s worth that high of a score?

Now I see the fault in this post. If anyone has the intentions to kidnap me as his/her singing pet “bird,” or make me their bride, then you don’t know where I live. Okay?

Why I am NOT a normal teenage girl, Part 0.25:

So, I wrote a whole speech for Creative Ex. on an abnormal teenage girl, but I digress. Let’s skip to the point.

I am NOT a normal teenage girl. 

I mean, I know that almost everyone isn’t quote-un-quote “normal,” but I’m really NOT normal. Like I’m pretty much completely alien, and yet I’m not.

I can even prove it to you. Here’s how I am NOT normal:

• This guy, the one that everyone is afraid of:

(Not mine, by the way)

I thought that it was just a freakin’ blanket. Oh yeah, a blanket that is alive. Nothing to see here, folks.

• I like Crocs.
• I like Facebook.
• I write freakin’ 300 page novels.
• And this:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xabVhglNId8

(Once again, not mine)

No, that was not an acid trip. That was my pre-teen childhood. Charlie the Unicorn. And they finally released the FOURTH FREAKIN’ EPISODE after FOUR FREAKIN’ YEARS!!!!

• I secretly like MLP, sort of.
• Swing Dancing is my life!
• Theatre is my life!
• Speech is my life!
• Writing is my life!
• Life is…..part of my life. (Just kidding. Life is my life.)
• I hate YOLO, yet I still use it.
• I’m in love with a six-eight foot tall anthropomorphic white rabbit named Harvey. 
• Actually I’m more in love with the play.
• I play video games.
• I despise clothes shopping.
• I hate most mainstream music.
• I love soundtracks, classical music, instrumental music, old Disney music, and French Pop.
• I have imaginary friends.
• I will happily come to school on a Saturday.
• I hate One Direction.
• I still have hairspray in my hair from today’s Saturday rehearsal.
• I actually have an imagination.
• I’m wearing a pair of bunny ears as I write this.

Part 0.5 is to come soon.