Through dangers untold

Hmmmm... I'm sitting here, and I don't want to do any of the things I should be doing. You know what this means? Endless rambles about things nobody cares about!! MWAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHA!!!!!

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So yesterday, I watched the movie Labyrinth. I feel like this is one of those movies that everyone's seen, except me (I'm homeschooled). So, as a part of my education as a human being, I watched it.

My impression? Weeeird.... but I liked it a lot. The effects could've been better. A lot better. And David Bowie could've dressed a little more... normally. But other than that, it was pretty cool.

I loved the "helping hands". They were hands that made faces and talked. They were really random, but awesome, in a creepy way.

I'm officially obsesssssssed with Sarah's hair and dress in the ballroom scene (I really wish that scene lasted more than two seconds..)

But what girl isn't in love with a good, poofy dress?

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Just LOOK at that hair.... It's like an '80's dream.

I swear, I will be her for Halloween someday. I WILL. But of course, my shoulders will be covered. ;)

Oh, and I need a Ludo:

"Through dangers untold and hardships unnumbered, I have fought my way here to the castle beyond the Goblin City to take back the child that you have stolen. For my will is as strong as yours, and my kingdom is as great... You have no power over me!" -Sarah

Maybe you were the moon, and I was just the dark

I wonder if the universe knows that Christmas is nine days away, because my presents have all come early this year...

So anyways, I was traipsing my house the other day and saw a red box mysteriously perched at the bottom of one of our thousands of bookshelves. I pick it up, and it's a box of oil paints! Huzzah! I never tried painting with oil paints before...

A good find, but my next find was 20 times more exciting:

Huh... It's a cushioned-leather book-thing that says Prismacolor on the front! I was certain it had been there for months. I had no idea what it could be, so I opened it up. Guess what's on the inside?

That, my friends, is a set of expensive, wonderful, magical, colored-pencils. That are magical. Did I mention that already? And it comes with a sketchbook and it's own pencil sharpener.

I almost shed a few tears when I found it, dusty on my shelf and completely unused. Not a single pencil had been sharpened. It was so beautiful. ^_^

I set to work immediately trying them out:

Marvel at the smoothness, people! Gorgeous hues of blue and purple, amatuerly blended together! Yes, I know it's in want of a proper background. And stars. But stars are practically impossible to draw (for me) so I'll just say that these two live in a very polluted area. :)

Don't you love finding awesome things you never knew you had?

That Irresponsible Child...

Lately, I have been overwhelmed with a sense of nostalgia for March 2010. I MISS TOM SAWYER!!! Course, looking at pictures like this doesn't help me in any way. But I still do it.

Left to right top row: Dani, Miranda, Leia, Ashley

Bottom row: Me, Sarah

Who likes my wig?

Silly face FAIL. I'm the only one who did anything...

Me, Kaleb, and Miranda. I love this kid.

Dani, Leia, Ashley, Miranda, Rachel, Sarah, Me, Kaleb. Awww....

KALEB!!!

Sam, the dead cat, Gabriel.

Rachel, Miranda, Mark. Poor guy, he made little kids scream after the show.

Sarah tries to avoid poparazzi... Ashley just stares.

Gabriel, Sam, Asher. I swear, nothing is funnier than a straight man in drag. :)

Mark. AHHHHH!!!!!

Miranda, Rachel, Me, Dani. My eyes are closed, and I have wig hair. Oh well, it's still a cute picture.

I'm not even going to try and name everyone....

Rebekah ties her bow around Sam's neck. He pulls it off well with all the stage make-up, no?

Our whole freakin' huge cast. I love them all so much.

Asher, Kaleb. Doesn't Kaleb's hair make you so happy?

Top Row: Dani, Me, Sam, Reagan, Rachel, Miranda, Leia

Bottom row: Rebekah, center. (I can't remember the other two. Sad.)

More bad wig hair. :P

Miranda, Dani. Overeaters Anonymous took over our Green Room every Thursday.

Leia, Sarah, Dani, Ashley. Sitting on the Memory Bench outside Utopia. Now the bench is gone... :(

Nothing to do + Tom Sawyer Cast = EPIC DANCE BREAK!

"I saw the Light!"

Miranda: I take Ballet!

Me: What is ballet? Is it like this?

Ashley: No, I thought ballet was like THIS!

Miranda: *takes pictures of us*

Ashley and I turn matching cartwheels. :)

The door is locked. I'm obviously pained by this. And so are Miranda and Ashley;

Miranda can't read.

"We're homeless..." -me

Ashley and I attempt a jumping shot

So does Miranda.

I have no idea what I was doing. :P

THE STUMP!! I love that stump...

Ashley says 'SHUSH!!!!!"

My thumb. It always has to make an appearance, for some reason....

Oh, Sam and his jewish heritage...

Tom Sawyer, HOLDING Tom Sawyer. I'm pretty sure this is a paradox.

I LOVED that month. I miss my TS family. We're going to have a mini-reunion soon, and it's ABOUT TIME!

"Who's Aslan? Is he the tiger?" -Ashley

*All pictures stolen from Facebook. I snuck on my mom's account. :D

Based on a true story...

I walk into the room and I notice a change in the usual atmosphere: No one is using the TV. The rarity of this made me consider something. Should I blow off my duties and take this opportunity to laze around for an hour?

"Go ahead, Nina. You've been working all day! You deserve a break!" says a little "me" on my right shoulder. Her hair is long and wavy, her cheeks are exceptionally chubby, she has lime-green braces, and no make-up. She's wearing embroidered jeans and a rainbow T-shirt. I can't help but be reminded of me when I was young. She smiles at me, then her expression falls as she looks at my left shoulder.

"What are you thinking? Do you know how much you still need to read and write for English? And might I remind you that you turn 16 in January and you STILL haven't finished your Divine Nature project for Personal Progress? You're not getting any younger!"

This "me" is wearing a gray, plaid dress and heels. Her hair is cut short and she's wearing bright red lipstick. She's taller and thinner than the other me, and she's sporting a pair of earrings that look like old-fashioned clocks. She's holding a leather-bound book as she looks disapprovingly at me.

"It's Saturday. And I'm almost done with that project. Can't I watch a little?" I try to reason with my left-hand me.

She rolls her eyes and says "Fine... You could do something worthwhile with your free time, you know. Like taking a walk, or painting, or reading..." She continues to mutter suggestions for responsible things I could be doing.

I look at the right-hand me. She sticks her tongue out at my left-hand me and points to the remote. I turn the TV on.

"Oooohhh Sonny With A Chance is on! Maybe Chad'll be in this one. I like him!" says Righty, obviously excited. I get excited too, but then Lefty shakes her head.

"He's in every episode. And I don't know WHAT you see in him. He's an awful actor, he's kind of annoying, and he's not even cute... You could be reading Jane Austen right now. Mr. Knightley? Now THERE'S a real man." Lefty says smugly, waving her leather-bound book.

I feel conflicted when she says this. They're both right. He is an awful actor and he does annoy me. But... I still love him.

I turn Disney Channel on. Righty rejoices, and Lefty rolls her eyes. I watch as Chad comes on the screen. Righty gives a happy squeak and then looks closer.

"What's wrong with his hair?"

"His bangs are long." I say.

"Why?"

Chad answers the question for Righty. "They're Buh-BANGS! I invented them for my new movie. Bangs and Fangs, where we all get bitten by vampires... and get really great hair." He flips his Buh-BANGS out of his eyes and stares off into the distance.

All three of us begin laughing, harder than we had in months. Both Righty and Lefty have to grab my earrings just to stay on my shoulders. We all have tears running down our faces and are clutching our stomachs.

"HA HA, oh, my tummy, ha ha ha, hurts from laughing!" Squeaked Righty. We laugh well into the commercial break, and it's almost back by the time we calm down.

"Okay, THAT was hilarious." Lefty says. Righty and I agree, and continue watching the rest of the episode, still giggling from the thought of Chad's new hair.

It's nice to get along with myself. My responsible and childish sides almost never agree, but we seem to unite in the face of humor. We can all appreciate a good joke. That's what I realized that Saturday and I don't think I'll forget it any time soon.

Many a mile to go tonight, before I reach the town-o!

You know, I feel like I blog about really stupid stuff that no one cares about. Like origami turkeys. And I'm sorry if you agree with me. I don't mean to be dull or uninteresting. Honest! Quite the opposite, actually. I try to be as interesting as possible.

Well, in real life, I do. I save all my good stories for when I'm actually talking to you. I pride myself on my conversation skills, filled with thougthful-thoughts and funny stories and wit. But my blog? Sorry. That gets all the random, dead, half-formed thoughts that aren't going anywhere. I just need them out of my head.

Then why don't I write those dumb and pointless thoughts in my journal, instead of posting them on cyberspace for all to use against me? Well... I never really write, make, or create anything unless I know other people will see them. It just seems so pointless to fabricate something that will never see the light of day. When I create anything, I always try and imagine how I'm going to show off the results, and what people will think. It helps me try a lot harder, and inspires me to do it more.

So I'm sorry if you find my blog a boring, doldrum place, but all these words need to go SOMEWHERE that you'll see them. This happens to be the perfect outlet.

In closing, here's some Percabeth. They're way more interesting than any of my posts.

Beautifully brought to life by burdge-bug, NOT ME. Let me say that again, I DID NOT MAKE THIS.

Got it? Good. ;)

Oh, and if you haven't read Percy Jackson and the Olympians, then please do. You won't be disappointed.

I'd've been married a long time ago...

Happy Birthday to Deven!

Today, he is turning 14. He will soon be accompanying me to dances and Seminary and Youth Conference and all those other exciting "14-year-old-stuff". Oh snap, I need to teach him Cotton-Eye Joe...

Things that are awesome about my little brother:

• He gives the best commentary when we watch Avatar. "Zuko breakdances and the Kyoshi Warriors FALL from his awesomeness!"

• He can make me laugh with the weirdest things. Like pulling his pants up high and making a tough face...

• He can do like, 10 pull-ups. I can't even do one.

• He can be suprisingly sensitive to my troubles.

• He's a legit poet.

• If he tries, he can look EXACTLY like Harry Potter.

Poor Deven, his birthday isn't quite what it should be. He's sick, his cherry-pie got moldy, and it's Monday. Saaaddd...

So wish him Happy Birthday. He definitely needs it. :P

Little Jack Frost, Get Lost

You wanna know what I did yesterday? I performed in front of an audience. And I rocked it. It went so smoothly, all our jokes were laughed at, no one forgot anything (which is a Christmas miracle, cause ALL through Tech Week we were forgetting our lines).

I was even told I fit the part I was given. That was a huge deal for me. I thought I was awful at acting like a mother. I thought I didn't know how to scold children, or be exasperated with my husband. I didn't even know how to walk in a grown-up way, at first. (Heels helped a lot.)

I love, love, love performing with an audience. It makes all the difference in the world. Having a little bit of pressure, having someone react to the jokes, having people clap after scenes. It all adds up to a giant sense of euphoria that you just can't get in rehersals.

I'm SO ready to do it again tonight. :)

So guys, I know I've already asked you, but PLEASE COME SEE IT!

"SHAZAM!"

Let's go on dreaming...

"Autumn is making a hasty exit, though it barely even made an entrance. It feels as though we were swindled out of a real Fall. The only proof I have that it existed is the amount of pumpkin treats I have consumed." -Keiko Lynn

Sigh... Why does it have to be true?

happy december, everyone... (And no, that did not deserve to be capitalized.)