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| So, I just came across a website titled MLIA, or My Life Is Average. I've decided I want to start a site called My Life Is Awesome.
Because...I go to a performing arts high school, I'm in an amazing touring choir that's been to Latvia and is going to New England this summer, I'll soon be on my way to Spanish immersion camp, I have great friends and an almost-boyfriend who's a graphic artist, I'm in New York right now in the apartment of my "aunt" Jennifer who's been on tv a bunch of times and has connections, I'm going to a concert tonight and babysitting the baby of one of the band members, I just went to see Francis Dunnery at a mansion where I was the youngest of about fifty people, he asked me my name in the middle of a song, Michaela Majoun was there and told my dad I was wonderful, I can sing, I can act, I can write, I got great PSAT scores, I'm becoming a Wiccan (which I've dreamed about since I was small), I'm part of a knitting circle in Philly run by a lady with pink hair and her musician husband, I frequent an underground occult shop or two... Anyway. I'm sorry for the boasting, whoever's reading this, but I'm just...so happy. So yeah. My Life Is Awesome. How about it? | |
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| I saw this on Yahoo!Answers. A woman wanted a feminine middle name for Bronwyn. Here are two of the responses she got: Name your child Bronwyn or Adehl and she is sure to get bullied... have some respect for your unborn child! im sorry but WHAT...........go back and rethink your decision.....dont you want your baby to have a fighting chance at a GOOD job....LOL the interviewer would be like...um bron what????LOL Are they freaking kidding me? I've never been bullied because of my name. Anyone who says "um bron what?" is an idiot. I'm going to punch someone. | |
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| THE DECEMBERISTS' NEW ALBUM FTW. That is all.
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| It was a creed written into the founding documents that declared the destiny of a nation.
Yes we can.
It was whispered by slaves and abolitionists as they blazed a trail toward freedom.
Yes we can.
It was sung by immigrants as they struck out from distant shores and pioneers who pushed westward against an unforgiving wilderness.
Yes we can.
It was the call of workers who organized; women who reached for the ballots; a President who chose the moon as our new frontier; and a King who took us to the mountaintop and pointed the way to the Promised Land.
Yes we can to justice and equality.
Yes we can to opportunity and prosperity.
Yes we can heal this nation.
Yes we can repair this world.
Yes we can.
We know the battle ahead will be long, but always remember that no matter what obstacles stand in our way, nothing can stand in the way of the power of millions of voices calling for change.
We have been told we cannot do this by a chorus of cynics...they will only grow louder and more dissonant ........... We've been asked to pause for a reality check. We've been warned against offering the people of this nation false hope.
But in the unlikely story that is America, there has never been anything false about hope.
Now the hopes of the little girl who goes to a crumbling school in Dillon are the same as the dreams of the boy who learns on the streets of LA; we will remember that there is something happening in America; that we are not as divided as our politics suggests; that we are one people; we are one nation; and together, we will begin the next great chapter in the American story with three words that will ring from coast to coast; from sea to shining sea --
Yes. We. Can. | |
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| Hi. I'm babysitting a couple of small children but they're asleep, so here I am. Anyway...
OMFG I'm going to see a concert. Like, my first ever real concert. But it is not just any concert. I AM GOING TO SEE THE DECEMBERISTS!!! *dies* I realize that my Vocal Tech teacher does not like us to scream, shout, talk loudly or do anything enjoyable because we might hurt our precious vocal cords, but I swear to Myron Floren, when Colin Meloy walks onstage I am going to scream. Extremely audibly.
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| This site roxors!!!
bronwyn is walking (Am not.) bronwyn is frisky (Oh yeah.) bronwyn is a girl with attitude who embraces life head on (The creepy thing is, this one may actually be about me. My dad said it sounds a lot like something someone once said about me.) bronwyn is really serious about leaving home? bronwyn is having trouble with her mum's boyfriend (Awww. Poor Bronwyn.) bronwyn is the daughter of beverly and russell smyre (Cool. Maybe they'll buy me that new car I've been wanting.) bronwyn is a princess of nubile and maturing beauty (Um, thank you?) bronwyn is no longer with pada she still works closely with them and advocates for appropriate treatment services for people with anxiety disorders both (Both what? The world may never know...) bronwyn is hardly the model of her ancestors (Hell, no. Do I look Irish to you?) bronwyn is active in (There they go with the unfinished sentences again.) bronwyn is a full (Full what? Full of crap? Full-figured? Full monty?) bronwyn is a harper agent (I wish.) bronwyn is a computer consultant / software developer by trade with over twenty years experience (Then why did it take me so long to master the art of the LJ-cut?) bronwyn is such a fine player (Why, thank you.) bronwyn is (I am all that is and all that will be.) bronwyn is the mother of two daughters (Please don't let this thing tell the future.) bronwyn is doing these for the north island (Uh-oh. Doing what?) bronwyn is also professor of economics at the university of california at berkeley (In addition to a fourteen-year-old freshman.) bronwyn is putting a lot of pressure on oakland press for a story covering the event (Oh yeah. Feel the pressure, Oakland Press!) bronwyn is originally from dallas (Howdy, pardner.) bronwyn is a platonic friend of seth's and quinn's (I'll call you back when I find out what "platonic" means.) bronwyn is currently serving as a camp counselor in missouri and could not be here personally to welcome all august celebration attendees (Serving as a camp counselor? In what, the Alcatraz Kiddie Camp?) bronwyn is trusted by (Everyone in the world.) bronwyn is also a member of the international association for impact assessment and the environment institute of australia (Why are there so many Bronwyns in Australia?) bronwyn is there and her calmness eases our panic and allows the next person up the line at mariner to field our call with less heat (I'm glad I could be of some help, lads.) bronwyn is teaching 0202 (Or she will, when someone tells her what that is.) bronwyn is fluent in japanese (YATTA!) bronwyn is very much a country girl (A country girl named Bronwyn? Interesting...) bronwyn is a dominant bitch (Finally, one that's actually true.) bronwyn is a dba with trilegiant (Okay.) bronwyn is a wisecracking (I am a wisecracking. Did you hear the one about the C, the F, and the G who go into a bar?) bronwyn is part way through a degree in community management at the university of technology sydney (Australia AGAIN!!!) bronwyn is the one who has taken us into the interior design market (And the one who will take you out again if you don't do as I tell you! Fear my wrath, interior designers!!!) bronwyn is responsible for the greater melbourne area which extends from mornington to geelong (I feel so powerful.) bronwyn is also actively involved in the agriculture western australia?s genetics consultancy service offering genetic evaluation services to ram breeders (Ram breeders? Don't they sort of have to breed ewes too?) bronwyn is a descendent of a line of clairvoyants with the ability to see the future and even inside peoples minds (I always suspected...) bronwyn is repulsed by her soon (By my soon. How poetic.) bronwyn is a talented speaker who communicates well to parents (Yeah, right.) bronwyn is remaining part of the mcgill family (Her name was McGill, and she called herself Lill, but everyone knew her as Bronwyn.)bronwyn is quite right in what she says (See? These people understand my genius.) bronwyn is a nurse (Oh, yuck. I am not.) bronwyn is the administration manager for the centre in finance (And a nurse at the same time! What a multitasker!) bronwyn is currently working on her phd in psychology (That one's cool, since I actually am a pretty good shrink.) bronwyn is presently engaged in thesis writing (Yeah, her thesis on the history and theory of LiveJournal.) bronwyn is newport scientific's newest member of staff (AND a nurse, AND an administration manager! Who is this woman?) bronwyn is a single australian who has been living in london for the past 8 years (That's kinda sad.) bronwyn is not impatient (Yes, I am...to get to the end of this list!!!) bronwyn is currently a trustee of the national resource centre of adult education and community learning (I think all the other Bronwyns have really boring jobs.) | |
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| I woke up that fateful morning like it was any other morning. I moaned for a while, then finally fell out of bed. Yawning, I put on my slippers and was about to go downstairs when it hit me. Today was my first day of high school. Holy freakin' shit. I got dressed that day with a feeling of terror. My hands shook as I brushed my teeth, and as I walked out the front door, I realized that for the first time since fourth grade, I would have to take the bus to school. The big yellow monster pulled up at my old bus stop from elementary school. The driver opened the doors, and, trembling with apprehension, I entered the bus- and gasped. There, sitting right across from me, was a girl I hadn't seen since we'd been in the same class in fourth grade. She'd been the nicest person in the class- one of the only people who at least tried tolerate my weirdness. I tried to remember what character she'd played in the play I wrote that year- Mary? Sharon? Marianne? I tried to say something to her, but no words came. It's been two weeks now, and I still haven't spoken to her. I probably never will. Oh, well. An hour later, we were dropped off at school. I was so terrified by now that I could barely move. I followed the other freshmen to homeroom and my certain fiery death. I entered the room... And saw a giant mural of David Bowie painted on one of the lime-green walls. Okay, maybe I would fit in here after all. See, I'm at a performing arts high school. I'm a vocal major, and so far it's been great. The other vocal majors are cool, the dance majors seem nice, the figure skaters (yes, figure skaters) are also nice, the instrumental majors have their iPods in all the time so I haven't really talked to them, the theatre majors are, well, theater majors, and the visual art majors are cool, but people always assume I'm one of them. I don't know why. Maybe it's the clothes. Anyway, I'm at my cousins' house and I'm kinda bored, so I'm going to go eat a popsicle and avoid doing my music theory homework. Ta-ta. | |
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| Okay, I'm a little embarassed about my previous post. But I was high on cake and soda. I am so proud of my new Niles icon. It's the first icon I actually made rather than stole!!! (Okay, okay, my mom did it for me, but it still counts.) I'm at acting camp. Technically I'm a counselor, but there's not much counseling to be done when the only kids in camp are two eleven-year-olds and a nine-year-old. And I'm only fourteen so I'm not much of an authority, so I'm more like a camper than a counselor. We're doing Cinderella for our play, but since there's only four of us, we've only got Cinderella, the Fairy Godmother, a Prince who doubles as the Clock, and one Stepsister (me). I get to sing Stepsister's Lament, which is pretty cool. Cinderella has a song, too. I can't believe we're doing a musical with only four kids and one teacher. :/ In other news, I have a bunch of new obsessions. I'm pretty much over Monty Python (there's only so much silly walking and old ladies screeching you can take, no?) and now I'm obsessed with...da da da dum...Buffy the Vampire Slayer, The Nightmare Before Christmas, Flight of the Conchords, Frasier, and Red Dwarf. Oh, and something very disturbing happened to me. When I was really little I used to love the musical CATS, right? Yes, I know, it's the most uncool musical ever and only Andrew Lloyd Webber-loving conformists like it. Well, give me a break, I liked it when I was five years old and didn't know better. So anyway, I have the soundtrack for the Nightmare Before Christmas and listen to it incessantly, and eventually I figured out that the guy who plays the Oogie Boogie Man is the same guy who played Old Deuteronomy in Cats. So I decided I'd watch my old Cats DVD again, just to see the awesome Oogie Boogie Man. I fully expected to make fun of it and hate it just like the cool kids do. I prepared myself for awful Andrew Lloyd Webber-ness. I put the movie on and...drumroll please... I still love it. *sigh* Some things never change. *goes off singing* The Rum Tum Tugger is a curious cat... | |
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