Everyone I Ever Was and Everyone I Ever Will Be

For the meme I posted the other day, asking people to give me topics outside my normal blogging routines to post about.

that_evening said 'sex'.

Not sure what aspect of it to talk about, so you get random babbling. Lucky you! ;-)

I don't remember how old I was when I found out exactly what was involved, but I do remember the how. I'd overheard a group of older kids talking about it, but couldn't exactly go up to them and ask them to explain. So I did the logical thing: went home and looked up the word in the encyclopedia.

My poor, poor mother. I call up to her from the basement:

"Hey, mom?"
"What?"
"I'm becoming a nun!"
*sigh* "Now what are you reading?"

Skip a few years, and my cousin and I were watching a movie with my grandmother. We had to be careful doing this, because grandma has some strict standards, and if we brought in a movie that offended her then we got the whole extra-scrutiny thing every time we rented a video. It was a romantic drama-- little to no swearing, fade-to-black instead of an explicit sex scene, no violence. My cousin and I thought we were golden. Then the movie ends, and my grandmother says that it was okay, but she really didn't like the fact that the main characters had sex before they were married.

This honestly did not occur to my cousin and I as a possible problem. Skip a few more years, and there's no way I'm bringing up to grandma that I didn't exactly wait, either.

Which I suppose brings us to jbangelo, whose suggestion was:

"when you first met your husband and what your first impression of him was"

Funnily enough, I don't remember the first time we met. We did shows at the community college together for years-- the first one we were both involved in was Picnic when I was fifteen. I played Millie; he worked on set construction. So I know there were weekends working on the set that he was also around, but at the time he was Just Another Guy Who Hopefully Remembers Where I Put the Stupid Paintbrush.

I do remember when I realized I wanted to start dating him. A group of us headed out for a drink one night after rehearsal. One girl was depressed because the guy she was on-again off-again seeing had done something beyond stupid and hurtful. She started crying, and I honestly expected Chris to do what I'd seen guys do before, both in 'funny' movies and in real life-- treat tears like Kryptonite and quickly get out of there. Instead he helped talk her through it, and I thought, "If I was going to try a relationship, I'd want it to be with someone like him". And then I realized that what I actually meant was that I wanted to date him, at which point I freaked. Because I had no idea what the hell I was doing. ((y'know that stage in high school where you date a few people and get used to the general process? Yeah, I kindof skipped that in favor of reading and writing))

So at the next cast party, I got drunk because I figured then I would stop fretting over everything so much and just be able to flirt. Not exactly a brilliant or original strategy. :-)

I had no interest in The Wedding Singer movie . . . but on Broadway, with Stephen Lynch (he's insane and I like that in a person), whole 'nother story.

I'm going to have to get this soundtrack, aren't I? Yep.

Reason Number 1,329,948 why I wish I could go back to NYC.

Speaking of going places, though, mom and Chris and I are heading out this Saturday to the KC Renaissance Festival. Went last year, too-- Mom's birthday is on the 8th and mine's the 16th, so it's becoming a birthday tradition for us. :-D Pictures will be taken.

And finally, for any fellow Labyrinth geeks out there, go have a laugh.

And something else that happened last night-- we were sitting in the theatre listening to the before-movie music (and since it was twangy country, I was praying for a quick death. I do not need to hear another Gretchen Wilson song ever, ever, EVER again).

Then the between-songs announcer started saying something about a Broadway show, and I came out of my self-imposed near-deafness long enough to catch, "Here's Idina Menzel and Kristen Chenoweth from Wicked, singing about their trip to the Emerald City."

They played "One Short Day". In our movie theatre. I just about shrieked. :-D

For anyone interested, I just updated my DeviantArt gallery with twelve icons using quotes from Wicked. Example:


(brush by tsuyogari)

Hope you like them!

:-) Found this-- a LOST ensemble video set to "For Good" from Wicked, one of my all-time favorite songs.

New default icon. :-)

So I've got a main icon from Moulin Rouge, comment phrases from Wicked, title from The Boy From Oz. . .

Wonder what else I can customize. *G*

Just got off the phone with one of the workers at the college library-- the staff there want me to come in sometime in April to give a local-author presentation.

I agreed (of course) but I'm already getting butterflies. It's weird; I shouldn't get nervous about speaking to a room full of people. And I'm not, really, when I'm in a show and reading someone else's words. But when they're my own, I get jittery.

Things to do:

1) Find out if this is more of a 'chat with a local author' thing or a book signing or both
2) If the latter, get some more copies of Unexpected to sell
3) Pick a section from Unexpected to read
4) Check and see if anyone on eBay is selling confidence yet

Listening to my The Boy From Oz soundtrack. . .

There's a song on it called "The Lives of Me". I love the lyrics-- especially this verse, which, to me, represents perfectly life as a writer:

Everywhere I go, I'm followed by a lot of people
Such a lot of people
It's almost a parade
And if you could see all the people--
They're everyone I ever was and everyone I ever will be
All the lives of me

So, anyone who's ever been curious as to where I got my lj name-- there's your answer. :-)

Okay, this is probably going to be absolutely weird and rambling, but I've thought it through and it's been a long time coming and I figured I'd put it out here.

I went to church when I was younger. Wesley United Methodist. I was too young to really understand any of it, and most of the learning was centered on, "Hey, if I can memorize this verse I get to go along on the trip to the lake." After I got older, I had no interest in going, and I was an agnostic for a while.

Then I started dating Chris, and I basically went to his (and his family's, and my family's for the most part) religion, Christianity. Started reading the Bible (still haven't gotten through it yet, though hopes are high), went to church once, etc.

But I'm really not sure that I'm cut out for this.

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Okay, as if finishing the Dark Tower series wasn't enough 'woah' for my evening--

Just got a call from mom. She says that the next play at the college has been decided on, a play called Who's On First-- considering the fact that Chris just took a pay cut (since I got added onto his insurance) and Kath and I are currently reworking the Karavan series, I probably won't be able to do the play . . . but for the musical next spring, they're considering either Phantom of the Opera, or Jekyll and Hyde.

Me-- *tries valiantly not to shriek and deafen my mother*

Phantom of the Opera was fun. But I love and adore Jekyll and Hyde, and hopefully I'll get a chance to play Lucy. Fingers crossed months in advance. LOL And even if not, it'll be fun to sing the music at the audition. :-D

A good day, this.