Feeling Purple

Purple.

I wore this amazing purple skirt today that I adore, and got so many compliments on, that it made me really happy even though today was bittersweet.

For all those out there who actually read this thing, you should know I recently was cast in my school's musical. WHOOPEE FOR ME. Actually, I am really excited. The only thing is, I would have been only about a bazillion times more excited if I had gotten cast as Little Red Riding-hood.  

Maybe I let myself get a little carried away at the prospect of getting to scamper around stage in a red cape. But it didn't help that my friends reassured me it'd all work out in the end.

I am a modest person. 

I don't let myself get carried away. I don't ask for the spotlight. I LOVE sharing the spotlight. Here, take some for yourself! And you, and you, and hey-why not-you too! I'm like Cady Heron at the end of Mean Girls when she throws bits of plastic crown out to the crowd. That's me. 

So today we had our first rehearsal. A lot of my posts will have a LOT to do with theater, sorry if you're not a theater person, but it takes up a majority of my life. But don't worry! We can do lots of fun things on here, like review books and movies and take stupid quizzes and watch funny videos! Yay! 

And I mean, if you don't like that, Nay-Sayers gonna Nay-Say, that's what I say. 

Sooooo purple. Purple is apparently a royal color. It's luscious and ludicrous and a lot of those flowing type of words. Speaking of flowing words, I need a fairy name (I'm a fairy in the show now) and it's supposed to be ethereal and all that jazz.

I wanted to be Tinkerbell.

However my director was worried about copyrighting (who cares if my unpublished cast biography has Tinkerbell on it, I don't know) and so I need something else. Ideas, anyone?

Feel free to comment, all you viewers. All you FANS. WOW I really feel like my writing is reaching the people! Yay, literature! I told you I could do it, Mom.

And hey, that's another thing. I feel like purple is a very inspiring color, and I certainly felt inspired today. Purple days are kind of like a fuzzy socks day mixed with lots of candy. Like caramel chews, fuzzy socks, and loads of smiling. That's what a Purple day feels like.

On a slightly different note: What would you think if I posted some original work here? Nothing major...wouldn't want to post anything I could see myself publishing in print one day...just a few little blurbs and poems here and there. 

Oh, haha, just kidding you don't really get a choice. Here's a poem I wrote and I adore, it's about a boy, of course. Purple days are strong, but they can be wistful. Like today I thought about this guy who I haven't heard from in a really long time. He just floated up into my brain like a bubble and popped, leaving this boyish fuzz in my head. ANYWAY.

This Poem is Terrible, and so are YOU

Take a look in the mirror

Small head, squinty eyes

I wish your nose would blow up

To the size of your thighs.

Take a look at your love life

It’s lacking, I’m sure

And your one shot at love

Just walked out the door.

Take a look at our friendship

And look what you did

Your oblivion is heart-wrenching

I hope you are eaten by a giant squid.

Now take a look at this poem

It’s, awful I know

But take another look in the mirror…

Now THAT’S the most awful thing I know!

Thank you, y'all have a nice day.

~Katelyn