Today I learned..

..that waxed floors that are still wet can be fixed, but dry ones can't.
[What?]

That pizza tastes fantastic when you ate a muffin for breakfast.

That leaving your hair down for almost the entire day doesn't make you want to kill yourself right away, and gets you complimented by many teachers.

That your boyfriend tastes fantastic even when he just drank orange soda.
[Sorry Sathya, if you're reading this.]

But most of all, that no matter who someone is and whatever power they hold over your life, you must always stand firm to your beliefs and not conform to what they want you to be, because that is not yourself.. therefore you're not showing them what- rather, WHO you can be.
It doesn't help much in the longrun. /: You may think it does.. but it's like submitting an essay you've proofread dozens of times. Someone somewhere will always find something to criticize about it, even if you've pulled it off flawlessly.

Do I wish things are different? Absolutely.

Will I give up a challenge? Absolutely not.

If someone's flesh and blood can love every aspect of Corsair Sinphonse like he says he does.. his mother can too.

-CS.

I can has nightmares plz?

I had another strange dream last night, I guess crazy things happening the night before do that to you.
It was like a really fucked up version of Twilight, honestly xD.
I was Bella. Bleh. And I'm pretty sure I looked like that chick who played her in the film, because I guess I was just sorta omniscient in that dream, and I saw little game stats in the corner of my vision sometimes..
Anyway, what had happened from what I remember was I started out as this Bella chick, just less.. obsessed, I guess? And I met Edward, and I eventually turned into a vampire as well, and I suppose the way it worked was that the more people you killed the more of a vampire you became, because I remember losing my reflection and eventually being able to fly around.
Mind you, flying is fucking AWESOME.
[I flew in a grocery store. :D It was fun.]
Anyway, we ended up in this GIANT house with random people we'd just start killing. And I guess I was switching POVs back and forth from a vampire to a victim, because I remember running and running but I was chasing at the same time.
But it wasn't like these guys were just having their blood sucked, it was like, they were being mutilated and stuff. Pretty grotesque, because I woke up in a very cold sweat.
So the way it ended was the people all either died or were stuck somewhere hiding, but the Edward dude ended up telling me that they were the reasons certain civilizations had died out. [I can't remember the names, but I figured I wouldn't ask about the Atlantians because they're underwater anyway xD.] And eventually the "hero" group found us, overpowered us, caught us, and locked us in these cages floating over this bottomless pit for the rest of eternity. Hahaha.
Weird ass dream. But I remembered it really well, so I thought I'd write it down before I forgot.

-CS.

Untitled.

Sometimes you have to stop fighting for someone if they aren't fighting for you.
But if they really matter, they'll realize and win you back.

I really should start taking my own advice.

RickRoll'd.

This is going to be a very random post, but I feel the dire need to tell this to you, oh Internet community of bloggers.
Today.
In the grocery store.
I was rickroll'd.
Hahaha, not really, but "Never Gonna Give You Up" by Rick [I keep typing Rock..] Astley came over the speakers, and I just about died.

Me: "So I've had this weird mac and cheese craving.. Oh hey, Mum. We can make sp- *jaw drops as song begins*"
Mum: "You like this song?"
Me: "Er...not really, no...I mean...ehm. Mum.. xD"

Oh man, it made my life.
Anyway, I'll blog more soon par request. [Shocker, right? xD.]

-CS.

I'd love to eat with you sometime.

Dreams are a weird phenomenon.
They really screw with your mind sometimes. I'm sure everyone's had that dream where they're with the love of their life, and they are just about to have that perfect movie kiss when RIIIIIING, there goes the morning alarm. Off to work!
Nothing is more disappointing than waking up, eh?
On the other hand, sometimes you have nightmares that you just plead with yourself to wake up from.

So I don't usually get into the trenches of this seriously fucked up mind of mine, but.. I had a very strange dream last night.

Seeing as I don't dream often, it was especially strange.

And the reality of the whole thing- just how real it seemed while happening, that is- weirded the hell out of me.

Therefore turn back now if you don't want to read a bunch of semipersonal dream shit. Haha.
But I figure maybe someone's had a weirder dream and wants to tell me.
[That and someone asked me to put this up after I EXPLAINED IT TO HIM. xD. Loves.]

First off, I've obviously got a spot in my heart for certain musicals. Everyone knows that.
But to dream about acting in them isn't my normal cup of tea.

I had a dream last night that I was asked to be the lead the day of a show. The DAY of the show. Wicked, of course. Haha, weird right.
[Namely chosen because I've got a superior knowledge of Wicked, as seen by one of my previous posts. Heheh.]
Now, in all honesty, this looked like it was going to be a good dream. Dream me was thinking "Well, I don't get stage fright and frankly I'm a relatively decent singer. Haven't done much acting in my day, but hey, how hard can it be."

Never EVER underestimate your brain. That little bitch turned it around completely for me. xD

Turns out halfway through the damn show I blanked on EVERYTHING.
I know the show in reality, but in my dream realm, I guess I didn't realize I'd forgotten half of it.
Oh it was horrible. Like, I can't remember exactly what went down, but... I remember there was improvising [which proved to be a bad idea because somehow the whole audience had gained superior knowledge of the show too..], and I asked one of my friends to help me out, but she was just mad at me for screwing this up..
And I think there was a video involved that was projected..
xD.
See, I can't remember.
Anyway, turns out the show either switched to/was originally Annie instead.

I don't like Annie.
It irritates me.

Luckily I knew like, the end score.

So as I finally left the stage practically threatening to rip my head straight off my shoulders, everyone was glaring and the such.. people I know and everything, the whole shebang.

That pretty much ruined acting for me.

As a certain love of mine mentioned previously, at least I know what I'm NOT going to do when I grow up. [:

-CS.

What's behind the façade?

Have you ever been walking down the street or in a busy crowd somewhere and caught yourself looking at the people passing you by without giving you a second glance?
Not just flicking your eyes from one face to the next, but really looking at the person. Trying to see past the exterior into what they might be hiding.

It's scary to think about, but how many of these people have abused their loved ones? How many have had their children taken or even killed? How many have been raped, been molested, been traumatized by some strange experience?

It's funny... especially at the teenage stage in life, you'd think, people consider the problems they are having to be the most predominant and important in the world, and no one would ever understand...but with over 6 billion people on this planet (and certainly more in the expanse- emphasis on EXPANSE- of the universe, wouldn't you say?), there's definitely someone who's been through it all before, and dealt with it or moved on or something like that.
Not to say adults aren't guilty of this crime as well, but it's a thing that fades with maturity.

Get over it.

Instead, however, some people accept these problems and put on a disguise as if nothing is wrong when out in this strange maze we call civilization and our society.

But are we honestly that civil?

It's a strange world we live in...some people live their entire lives not knowing half of what's happening with their friends and neighbors, and in even worse cases, their spouses, sons and their daughters.
People act so surprised when they catch someone cheating or someone doing drugs.. but if they'd taken the time to know someone, they'd have seen it coming and either taken preventative action or ended it there.

A certain Doctor Quinquestriatus really hooked me a few months ago when he told me that he was fascinated with people and their stories.. ranging from war vets to teenage hookers. He'd sit and listen to them tell their tales, and what defined them. What happened to them.
Doctor Q, I salute you. Perhaps if there were more of you, society would be slightly less distanced today.
You see and know that individuals make a larger impact than it may seem these days. A gesture of kindness and understanding can even have a domino effect... being reproduced and maybe, with a positive enough outlook, changing the world.

Maybe a world with no artificiality is out of the question. I wouldn't doubt it- those who know me certainly know I'm not a supporter of the world peace ideal, as I for one believe it to be quite impossible- but that doesn't mean we can't try, right?

People are strange strange beings.. yet this is the whole in which I am a part, so I can't complain.

"Don't shortchange people by halfway knowing them. Take time to get to know people around you. As a rule of thumb, try to know enough about them so you could sign a yearbook if they asked."
Without saying H.A.G.S. indeed, doc.

-CS.

(For those who caught the nod to Robert Louis Stevenson's "The Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde", kudos to you. If not, read it, and find it yourself.)

L'Ouverture de...well, pas de Toussaint.

When I was little (alright, not too little, because I was indeed under a rock until my third form or so..) I always wanted to conduct.
Not a train, though, kids. [:

I always wanted to conduct an orchestra. It was one of the most fascinating, glamorous ideas on what to do in the universe to me.

For the longest time I wanted to play the flute- which did come true, mind you- but one day, we played a game in music class in which everyone took a specific instrument up- the card with its picture, I should say. All these "instruments" would draw with a certain color marker depending on their instrument, and would draw according to what the conductor's movements were- that conductor being one kid that directed the rest of the kids. It was an activity based on teamwork, but I found myself becoming more and more drawn to be the one up there. Not to be the center of attention, of course, because I was still quite shy...but to make something fantastic by blending individual magnificence. It was indeed appealing to me.
As I grew older, my taste in music took a slightly different turn, and I've found so many pieces from Broadway shows and musicals that I've additionally fallen in love with.
Anyway.
The point of this?



The first three minutes or so of that I completely adore. [:
Kristin Chenoweth isn't my favorite actress in the world (she's good, don't get me wrong), but the concept recording and the group of musicians working on the soundtrack and on/off Broadway of this musical when she was cast was...
*dies and is dead.*
They're fantastic. [:

That's all I had to say.
Listen to it and fall in love for yourself.. or think your corsair is crazy, whichever you choose.
I'm happy.
[:
Later.