"Newsies:

We need a good assassination!

We need an earthquake or a war!


Snipeshooter:

How 'bout a crooked politician?


Newsies:

Hey, stupid, that ain't news no more!"

"Jack:

Santa Fe

Are you there?

Do you swear you won't forget me?

If I found you would you let me come and stay?

I ain't gettin' any younger

And before my dyin' day

I want space

Not just air

Let 'em laugh in my face

I don't care

Save a place

I'll be there"

"
ALL:

I gotta be either dead or dreamin'

'Cause look at that pape with my face beamin'

Tomorrow they may wrap fishes in it

But I was a star for one whole minute "

This film really makes me love men. I mean, the solidarity those boys exhibit, the brotherhood, the strength. I know that isn't really how it is, but I love it anyway. It is people uniting for a cause. I don't see a lot of that anymore. Not like this film shows. People don't really unite this strongly. You have a core group that soon burns out and  then a lot of floaters who come in when it is convenient. This film makes me sad and exhilarated at the same time.

I am an evil stealer of other people's pictures. Some of you take such pretty ones and I have to just swipe them. If anyone cares, let me know. You can slap me as punishment. But I get to keep your pictures. Sorry, I have already taken them, and there is no way you can get your hands on them. My dragon is keeping watch. And yes, dragons do exist. Anyone read Job 41 recently? Come on! It's a fire-breathing dragon! Since believing in such a thing has no consequence to my salvation and life as a Christian or the salvation and lives of other Christians, I have deemed it a happy delusion. Just like my theory on the dream world...

Goodness me... That is a whole conversation. If anyone cares, this is a very shortened version of my Dream World Theory:

Things that happen in dreams actually do happen in another reality that we can only access through the workings of the subconscious. Now, for people like me, this is both an extremely disturbing truth and a rather comforting one. On the one hand, the Dream Stacy is severely traumatized and should be dead by now. And on the other hand... Well... I guess I haven't thought about that hand.

That would be a good hand to think about.

Christmas in the hospital was interesting, but not bad at all. Those poor nurses had to step over all of our presents and stuff. We did Christmas last night. Today was spent watching stupid hospital TV and napping. The nap was wonderful, even if the nurse was loud and annoying.

Christmas can be lovely wherever you are.

Let me take you down, 'cause I'm going to Strawberry Fields.

Nothing is real and nothing to get hung about.

Strawberry Fields forever.


Living is easy with eyes closed, misunderstanding all you see.

It's getting hard to be someone but it all works out.

It doesn't matter much to me.


Let me take you down, 'cause I'm going to Strawberry Fields.

Nothing is real and nothing to get hung about.

Strawberry Fields forever.


No one I think is in my tree, I mean it must be high or low.

That is you can't you know tune in but it's all right.

That is I think it's not too bad.


Let me take you down, 'cause I'm going to Strawberry Fields.

Nothing is real and nothing to get hung about.

Strawberry Fields forever.


Always know sometimes think it's me, but you know I know when it's a dream.

I think a "No" will mean a "Yes," but it's all wrong.

That is I think I disagree.


Let me take you down, 'cause I'm going to Strawberry Fields.

Nothing is real and nothing to get hung about.

Strawberry Fields forever.

Strawberry Fields forever.

Strawberry Fields forever.

Pray for me, please. Life gives me headaches.

About Santa. There is a lot of evidence, but I will show you one that is pretty concrete. I will highlight the major evidence.


You better watch out

You better not cry

Better not pout

I'm telling you why

Santa Claus is coming to town

He's making a list

And checking it twice;

Gonna find out Who's naughty and nice

Santa Claus is coming to town

He sees you when you're sleeping

He knows when you're awake

He knows if you've been bad or good

So be good for goodness sake!

O! You better watch out!

You better not cry

Better not pout

I'm telling you why

Santa Claus is coming to town

Santa Claus is coming to town

First of all, the language is harsh: "You better" do this, "You better" do that. Pushy, I'd say. Like the Man. He sees you all of the time and knows your movements. Now, Big Brother was an idea from Orwell's 1984 which wasn't published until 1949 while the song was first performed in 1934. The idea of the looming government materialized long before that, however. With Roosevelt's New Deal, the government became much more involved in regulation than it had before and some people felt very threatened. As I write this, I think that this could also apply to communism or the Nazis, which would make sense for the time (more Nazis than communism, sort of).

Then again, I could just be a crackpot. But I love these theories!

So, Friday I had a lot of time to myself as my sisters and mom went shopping (they took Sam, too). I did my laundry, read a book, watched shows on Discovery Health about babies and cooked dinner (and made rice crispy treat shapes--giant C-mas tree and a wreath). Then yesterday I watched Sam for a long time and made egg rolls. Yes, that is MADE: I cooked the stuff to go inside and rolled them, thanks. I also taught him four or five of his colours in Spanish. We were both excited about that one.

What is happening to me? As soon as Chris leaves, I turn all domestic. I was taking baby steps before, but now I just jumped for it. Oy vey... I want to go back to being an irresponsible college student. That was fun.

There is now sufficient evidence that Santa Claus is the government's code for Big Brother. It's coming. You just wait. More on that later.

Chris and Paul are probably flying over dangerous countries at the moment. I never get time changes right, so I have no idea if they are in the air or in a foreign country. Either way, they are far too close to commies for my comfort. I will miss Chris more than I care to think about, so I won't. So there!

I went to have coffee with my sis tonight after a lovely Wal-Mart trip. We talked for about an hour. I go to school with the girl and I never see her... How messed up is that one?

I am about to make a decision that will stay with me for the rest of my life (literally, the REST of my life), so pray that I make the right one, Oh Reader Of My Post. It is not exactly life-changing, but it is important. I'll probably let you (whoever you are) know how it turns out if you ask. Oh dear... Good times.

I love you, Oh Reader Of My Post. So much. You don't even know. Yeah, that means you.

I just realized that I have two "Number 8" posts, so this one will have to skip. Numbers hate me, and the feeling is mutual.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

::sigh:: I feel better

I have no idea what that was, but it was nice.

Pied Beauty

Glory be to God for dappled things-
    For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow;
        For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim;
Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches wings;
    Landscape plotted and pieced--fold, fallow, and plough,
        And all trades, their gear and tackle and trim.
All things counter, original, spare, strange;
    Whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?)
        With swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle, dim;
He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change:
                                      Praise him.

-Gerald Manley Hopkins

Poetry is porn for the intelligent.

"I heard Tom Wolfe is giving a speech at Lincoln Center... Well, of course we're going to throw poo at him!"

"If you have any poo, fling it now."

"Cute n' Cuddly, boys. Cute n' Cuddly."

"Physically fit, physically fit. Physically, physically, physically fit..."

Those are a few lines from the movie "Madagascar." They need to correct accents and such, but you get the idea. The movie is a whole lot funnier late at night when you've had lots of sugar... Yeah.

My play went SO well tonight! Oh, I was so excited. The crowd was awesome. It was the best we'd ever done it. I was so glad when it was over. I'll miss Lucy, but she will always be a part of me now. All the characters I have played are a part of me still. I love them dearly, even if I don't like some of them.
My director, Jocelyn, came backstage when it was over and jumped up and down almost squealing, she was so happy. She kept encouraging us beforehand, but I think part of it was her being nervous. It is over, but it was a great experience. ::sigh:: So happy...

And so much less sick!

As I was changing out of my costume (we still had to strike and set for the other three plays that night), I was praising God like mad. Beforehand, I was praying for strength in a British accent. I am not sure if I prayed as a Brit after or not. Oh well...

Good times!

I have a cold. This is very bad timing. I have a show on Thursday and two papers due in the next two days. It might help my character out if she sounded sick, but I don't think that would help me, the actor, out any.

The papers are easy, but I am not focused (probably due to the cold).

I need prayer.

On a better note, I can see Christmas break through the tunnel of finals, and it looks good. I am going to read like crazy and drink soup. Yes.. For a month! Well, almost. And next semester looks good. Fun things, apart from the math class I am taking. I dislike math in a classroom setting. I did go to Math Competition that one time. Oh yeah, that was awesome!

Nathan Moore is real and he comments. Whoa. I thought he was like Tom on myspace. Tom has predetermined answers to things. I think if you IM him, he says woot or something. Nathan is real, but is he actually the guy in the pictures? Those could be stock photos. I like a good conspiracy every now and again.

Oy, my sanity is ebbing.

Maybe I will post. Sometimes. Occasionally. When I feel like it. Yes.

So, my family got our Christmas tree today. My dad just had surgery on his sinuses, so he wasn't supposed to lift more than 5lbs. Guess who totally man-handled that tree. ME! Thank you, I am an Amazon. I seem to have been the runt. Anyway... In carrying said tree, I got sapped. I am serious, that thing was super-injected with sticky goodness. I also got a bit of tree in my eye. NOTE: Don't try to get bark out of your eye if your hands are full of sap. So we got the tree home, and my hands were covered. I washed them with soap, but the sap clung like Napalm. My mom said, "You can use Soft Scrub." Well, it worked, but my hands still smell like bleach. I washed them with regular soap afterward. They then smelled like berry bleach.

I can't win.

The tree, however, looks lovely. It is filled with random ornaments of varying materials: wood, plaster, paper, that spongy green stuff that tastes like salt... Yes, our family has gathered some weird ornaments over the years. Our tree looks... Homey. Heh, that's a good word. But I wouldn't change it.

I probably won't be posting on here. I mostly just got it so that I could stalk all of my friends. I have a facebook, though. Um, but I don't write on that, either. Man... I am so boring!