Partay

I love party planning. This is where my perfectionist and overthinking ways come in handy. So let’s go through the many steps of preparing for a party, shall we?

            Guest list. I want to invite my close friends, but I also need to branch out. Maybe invite friends of my friends. Those are the best nights, anyway. Hanging out with new people, making new memories. It started out small.. like eight people. Then it ballooned into more than twenty people. But that’s awesome; I haven’t had a big party in a long time.

            Food. One of my favorite parts. I love baking. Notice I said baking, not cooking. Don’t get me wrong; I love to cook too. I’m just better at baking. This is where I love Pinterest to death. It helps me find a huge variety of festive food, that’s somewhat easy to make. I love to eat, too. But the decorating of the cakes and cookies and dips is so fun.

            Decorations. Oh my God, the pure joy I get from shopping for and setting up decorations. I will literally diagram where each decoration goes. Weird, I know. But hey, guess who ends up having a kick ass party? Moi.

            Music. Now I listen to old stuff. You know, 105.7.. classics from the sixties, seventies, and eighties. So I’m not the best at picking playlists for parties, because I don’t listen to what’s popular nowadays. If you asked me to name three of the biggest hits of today, I couldn’t tell ya. This is why I have Hunter make my playlist for me, and with his phone too. I don’t even own cool music.

            Since this is a Halloween party, and more specifically a costume party, that’s just as important as the rest. As the hostess, I have to look good. I decided to be a biker chick. I already have the black leggings, black leather boots, black leather jacket, and I’ll borrow one of my mom’s cool shirts. This way, I can dance and chill. It’s a pretty comfortable outfit. Since it’s also an everyday look, I can go all out on hair and makeup. Dark eye makeup, fake eyelashes, teased, sexy hair.. it’s going to be great.

            I do hope this party is cool, though. I’m not sure if my definition of party is still what’s in. Movie? Dancing? Truth or Dare? Maybe all three.

God, He's Beautiful

I wish you could see what I see. You just don’t know how truly amazing you are. And that’s fine; you’ll see it one day. It hurts though. When I tell you that you’re beautiful and you don’t believe me. I would give anything for you to be able to see the gorgeous person that I’m blessed enough to love every day.

            I fell in love with your personality. Your looks were a bonus. And a damn good bonus, if I might add. Anyway, you’re personality is one in a million. There’s not one specific reason. It’s all of your little quirks, habits, moments.. You’re not like anyone I’ve ever met. And I’ve met a lot of people, so take kindly to those words.

            Maybe it’s the way you don’t know how good you are at most things. You don’t give yourself enough credit. You’re so talented at an abundance of things.

            I want to be part of the reason for your happiness. Notice that I didn’t say that I want to be the only reason for your happiness. I want other things to bring you joy, too. Hobbies, friends, food, sleep. But I want to make your day better. I want to make you smile.

            Like I said earlier, your looks were a bonus. You’re so freaking hot. Like good God I can’t even(excuse my stereotypical teenage girl reaction). But seriously though; it actually kind of makes me mad that you don’t think that you’re hot. Because you so totally are. Your hair, your eyes, your smile, your body.. all on point, babe.

            I want you in the simplest of forms. I want you reading, sleeping, watching tv, going for a run, sighing after a long day. Because you in your everyday life activities are when you’re the most beautiful. When you don’t know that anyone is watching you.. that’s when you’re especially attractive. And so help me God, if only you knew.

Mind Games

Don’t play with my mind. It’s been a long time, and I might jump at any chance. That doesn’t mean I’m easy, it just means I miss the partnership. But with you, it’s familiar. It’s somewhat new, because it’s been so long. But always exciting. Why wouldn’t it be? We’re human. We know each other better than we can recall we did. You’re an old friend, who never left, but never stayed in the way you once had.

            This is not a good choice. But then again, what’s so wrong about it? Absolutely nothing. We all deserve companionship, and especially if it’s with a familiar person such as you, I say go for it. I hate the term YOLO; you only live once, but sometimes it’s necessary to apply it. Just do it.

Fresh Talent

We have such a great group of theatre kids at Kennedy. I had the privilege of watching some of the freshman audition for Play Time Poppy and One Acts, and there’s so much talent. If they’re this good as freshman, they’re going to be unbelievable as seniors. It’s awesome to see potential in someone early on, and knowing how much they’re going to grow. Granted, I’ll only be at Kennedy one more year after this, but I’ll come back to see the shows they produce.

            It does bother me sometimes when a younger person gets a bigger role than an older person. I know majority of casting is based on talent, but I do think some of it should be based on seniority. I can’t really get into this too much though, because I’ve gotten a larger role when an upperclassman was put in chorus. A heavenly and blessed feeling, but also a fraction of guilt.

            I’m constantly comparing myself to people, and I know it’s uneven and unfair to do so with an underclassman in the context of talent. It’s not an equal comparison at all, for various reasons. They don’t have as much experience, but they very well could be better than I was at there age. This produces a feeling of envy, but also a pang of pride to know that my school will be the source of their successes.

Perspective

It’s kind of weird when I’m doing something musical that isn’t near as musically complex as I’m used to. Like in Play Time Poppy practice today, we read through the script and listened to the songs. They were so simple; granted, a lot of the numbers are sung by soloists. But the chorus members have very few moments where they’re singing different parts. This isn’t necessarily a bad thing. After all, it’s a children’s show. But it’s just strange for me to sing such simple music. It makes me think about how much I really do know about music, and how hard the stuff is that we do on a daily basis. It’s a nice reminder of how far I’ve come. I love all I’ve been taught.