Missing!

Missing! Best friend!
Erin - blond hair, blue eyes. Under 5 ft. Funny.
Has not commented, emailed, texted, or anything since a sleep over, over a week ago. Very strange for her.
If found, please contact Alex.
If her, email your best friend for crying out loud!!!

(Not really missing, just a joke)

Here is like there
and there is like here
but I'd rather be there.

What? Something that came to mind while I was kayaking. Each turn in the riverbend (I was singing Just Around The River Bend) was exactly the same as the last. Jon was loligaging behind me, catching crabs. I wanted to to go go go even though there was the same as here in the marsh.

How Many Weeks?

How many weeks has it been since I promised to post? Well... I finished my theater camp. What can I say, I am so vey hard on my friends. Actually, I'm not. I just wanted to say that because it was in a book I just finished.
Anyways. This time I won't promise to post. I'll try.
Theater - the best part of summer. I love those people at RLT. Jacob and Cameron did an amazig job as Hare and Tourtis. I watched Harper while we were on stage together, her faces are so cute and funny. She is a perfect Bunny. Melissa/Miley was so high class.
My buddy Angie put Mrs. Dark, the rook on a level no one else was expecting, or would be able to pull off themselves. I'm sure it showed, Katlyn was beyond commited to her character, The water rat. She was married to him! She would always be backstage getting into the right mindset well before we needed to be. Trina, the Badge, shined, she smoothed by every stumble we had, and helped us pick it up. And Lauren, out Puppy, you rascal. I can't say I wasn't expecting your talent. She radiates the signs of a good actress.
I can only hope I matched their levels. And although people say I did amazing, is that them just saying? Or did I really do amazing? Sometimes I felt like Mrs. Linda, our dirrecter, didn't see what she wanted. Was I really good? If only we got a fries for the whole show from
the newspapers.
Well, talk later. G. Night (it's 1 am while I type this.)

This One if for Erin

Wow, it has been a long time since I last posted. Why? Because no one was commenting. So, maybe if I get a few comments, I'll post some more. But first, let me give you some hints of what I have in store:

Summer camp. Not just any summer camp, my favorite summer camp of all. No, I'm not camping, or climbing Mnt. Everest (I wish). Theatre summer camp. Teens on Stage at Raleigh Little Theater. What could be more fun? Nothing I tell you, nothing! Nine to five everyday, that's longer then I'm at school. But it's all worth while at the end when we put on about a dozen shows. And with theater folks, on top of my already busy schedule, and a boyfriend, well, things aren't going to get boring. But that's mostly the theater peeps.

I am a perfectionist. This means random things bother me. I was talking to my boyfriend about my annoyances, and he found some of them funny, so I decided to share with you:

1. When I’m doing my homework, and I move something. I get super aware that it (say a pencil) is in a new place. After that, no where I move it helps. The only thing I can do is get it out of my sight.

2. Yesterday I was reading in the hallway while babysitting. I was wearing jeans with holes in the knees. The holes started to bother me. I had to put my book over them.

3. When I’m doing something, and I look up and see something, because I know it’s there, it bothers me.

4. When a leaf isn’t symmetrical.

5. When anything whatsoever is out of place.

6. When my bed is kind of made, but the sheets are wrinkled. If my bed is a complete mess, I’m fine.

7. When I leave one thing on the floor in my room. If I leave a lot on the floor it doesn’t bother me.

8. When I’m reading or doing homework and my itouch or computer is left glowing.

9. A dirty itouch screen.

Project PRI

Project Puerto Rico Independence. This is a project I started at Model UN with some of my friends. Please visit the site, look around, and sign up if you agree. You don't have to do anything more then sign up, but we encourage it.

Project PRI

What Happens When She Gets to One?

You know how when you were little, your Mom or Dad would count down from five if you were doing something and they wanted you to stop? What happens when they get to one? Here is what happens for me:

My Mom is usually the one to count down. Most often it was when we were somewhere, a park, school, to pool, and she wanted us to get in the car to leave. It would always start at five, and it rarely ended at zero. When it did, she would turn around and start to leave! James and I usually came running after that. As we grew older, we started to learn her secret, she never would leave us. We delayed longer and longer. She doesn't count down anymore, but there is an invisible shot clock, and she will turn and pretend to leave. Recently she went as far as leaving one of us at school, wondering where she was. She came around the corner a second later, she never really left.
Still, I don't let that invisible shot clock reach zero, because at some point in my life she will determine that it's safe to leave me stranded for half an hour.

Were your parents ever able to get to one? If so what happened?

Electricity

Electricity by Elton John, sung inthe Billy Elliot the Musical, is the anthem for any passion.

In Billy Elliot, Billy's passion is dancing, but the song fits any passion. For me, it's acting.

I'm not going to try to explain this to you too much, I'll let the song, and lyrics (below) tell you, because they are completely true.

"I can't really explain it,
I haven't got the words
It's a feeling that you can't control
I suppose it's like forgetting, losing who you are
And at the same time something makes you whole
It's like that there's a music playing in your ear
And I'm listening, and I'm listening and then I disappear

And then I feel a change
Like a fire deep inside
Something bursting me wide open impossible to hide
And suddenly I'm flying, flying like a bird
Like electricity, electricity
Sparks inside of me
And I'm free I'm free

It's a bit like being angry,
it's a bit like being scared
Confused and all mixed up and mad as hell
It's like when you've been crying
And you're empty and you're full
I don't know what it is, it's hard to tell
It's like that there's a music playing in your ear
But the music is impossible, impossible to hear
But then I feel it move me
Like a burning deep inside
Something bursting me wide open impossible to hide
And suddenly I'm flying, flying like a bird
Like electricity, electricity
Sparks inside of me
And I'm free I'm free
Electricity, sparks inside of me
And I'm free, I'm free
I'm free. Free I'm free."

Like the song says, I can't explain it. Being on stage completes me. Even being around theater people makes me feel whole. I can express myself onstage, without being myself. Does that make any sense? Taking on a different role makes me feel good. I don't know who I would be without acting. Acting defines me. When I'm on stage... electricity.

Ke$Ha

I am honestly surprised by this celebrity. James got her album "Animal" for Easter (I got the Glee Volume 2 CD) and we listened to her whole album on the way home from the beach Sunday.
Here is what I think of her, and it's not what I thought I would.


1. The first song on her album is Your Love is My Drug. At first I thought I was listening to Lady Gaga, but only for a few seconds. The song picks up, and is actually pretty good. I rather like the chorus, the rest I don't care for. This song made it onto my Ipod.

2. TiK ToK. I like writing this titles just as much as I like writing Ke$Ha. I hate writing Ke$Ha. But forget about the way it's written. This is an upbeat song, bad message, good beat, very popular, fun to sing. Yeah, it made it onto my Ipod.

3. Take It Off. Does the beat sound familiar? She put new lyrics to that old song "There's a place called mars," hand game. Not only that, but the song is inappropriate, annoying, and stupid. This DID NOT make it on my Ipod.

4. Stephen. Wow. Going from the previous songs to the start of this one startled me. She sounds, nice. This is one of my favorite songs on the album. She shows some true voice talent, and the song is relatively appropriate. I wish she took out the talking in the middle, and the background voice-alteration. That would make the song better. The line near the end "Stephen, I'll nit you a sweater," made James and I crack up laughing. This obviously made it on my Ipod.

5. Blah Blah Blah. Uhh... no. Next! Don't like this song, never have, never will. Did not make my Ipod.

6. Hungover. Also one of my favorite songs on the album. It's got everything I look for in a song. Nice beat, good lyrics, nice vocals. Ke$Ha shows how good she can really be. Not my favorite song in the world, but it's very good. Yes, it made it.

7. Party at a Rich Dude's House. Ugh. Bad message, and just bad in general. Not on my Ipod.

8. Backstabber. Doesn't really do much for me. Too much going on besides her singing. Didn't make it on my Ipod.

9. Blind. I don't know why, but I love the beginning of this song. It's got a nice beat, and her voice blends with it. James agrees with me when I say, this is one of her bests songs on the album. What makes it better then other songs is that she doesn't have too much voice alterations. It made my top four songs, and my Ipod.

10. Dinosaur. She reminds me of a cheerleader in this song. I like the whistling, but other then that, I don't like this song at all. This didn't make my Ipod.

11. Dancing With Tears In My. Eyes YES! I love this song! Yes! Yes! Yes! Best song on her album.

12. Boots and Boys. Who compares boots and boys? The comparison is good, but the message is bad, the beat is bad, the singing is almost non-existent. And it doesn't exist on my Ipod.

13. Animal. Good song to title the album after. It's good. I like the beginning, very mysterious. Good vocals. Shows the best of her. Yes, this did make it onto my Ipod.


Overall I thought she sounded/looked like a mix between: Lady Gaga, Taylor Swift, Pink, a cheerleader, Avril Lavigne, and Britney Spears.

What do you think of her?

Running

I went running a few days ago, and as I was running I was formulating what I was going to say in this post. Of coarse, since then, I have forgotten what exactly I was going to say was. So, here goes nothing:

In the last few weeks I have found out that I love to run. Not on team, not racing, not even running next to other people. I love the steady pace, and the exercise. Most of all I love the quiet, or the sound of music in my ears. Running is a great time to think. If I'm on a treadmill I can watch TV and not feel lazy.
I've been getting better at running too. When I started I couldn't run a few minutes straight. Now I can run over a mile without stopping, which is about seven to ten minutes.

Do you like to run?

First Mosqueto Bite

It's official. I have been bitten by my first mosquito of the year. I was sitting in the hammock reading, to be exact. To be more exact, I was reading The Vampire Lastat. There was an itch on my shoulder. A strange itch, a foreign itch. The type of itch that you are thankful not to feel through out the winter. A ferocious lion forcing all its power onto making the tiny spot, no bigger then the eye of a needle, itch. And itch it does, and itch it you do. The lion realizes what it can get away with, and the spot grows. This exact lion grew to about the size of a nickle.
There was something magical about the first mosquito bite. A sign of spring I was defenseless against its powers, as the earth is defenseless against the changing of weather.
Welcome spring!

I Swear My Dog Is Anorexic

My dog's name is Stubby, or Stubs. He's a mutt: yellow lag, shepherd, and chow to be exact. This combination makes him small, fast, partially blue tongued, and with a really short, stub of a tail.
For some reason, when he look in a mirror, all he sees on his sleek little body is fat. It's my job to feed him. I feed him every morning and every night. When I put food in his bowl in the morning, he doesn't eat it until dinner. If I give him food at dinner, he sometimes eats it, other times waits. He either hates breakfast, or is trying to loose a few pounds. That's not the only hint that he is trying to drop a leash size.
When we go to our beach house, we ride in a golf cart. Sometimes we let him run behind us, so we don't have to walk him later. Today we did just that. He was panting, obviously tiered, but he would not get into the golf cart. It's like he was trying to loose weight.

I Hate April Fools Day

I know, hate is a strong word. I don't really "hate" it. Overall, it is a good holiday, fun, but there are reasons I dislike it:

1. You can't tell when people are being serious, or when it's all a joke. The whole day is filled with thoughts of, "When are they going to say April Fools?" and "Is this a joke, or for real?"
2. You have to come up with a prank. Help me! I am horrible at pranks. I can pull them off just fine, but thinking of them is so hard.
3. Every time you open a door you're afraid a bucket of water is going to fall on your head. Every time you sit down you expect a fake fart to blow up. Okay, no one does those pranks anymore, but still, every where you turn you are expecting a prank.
4. When you do pull that prank you had been planning all day, it either goes well, or it doesn't. Most likely the latter. Someone gets mad, no one finds it funny, or you give yourself up somehow. There is too much stress with pulling an April Fools prank.

Do you like April Fools Day? Why or why not? (Wow, that sounds like a question from a homework assignment)

The Rubix Cube

My little brother, James, got a Rubix Cube for his birthday. Ever since then we have been trying to solve it, unsuccessfully. Getting one face of the cube we have down pat, but getting the whole thing, that's not so simple.
I'm sitting there, switching my gaze from the colorful cube to the illuminated computer screen with the cheats I need to solve the puzzle, and I still can't solve this thing. I manage to get a third of the way there, maybe two thirds, and then I turn one side the wrong way, and I mess the whole thing up so bad that I have to start over.
I realize, this little Rubix Cube here represents people so well. As soon as you think you have someone figured out, you have solved that one face, you learn that there is a new side to him or her. Solving this new side will mess up the side you have already figured out.
And if there was a cheat sheet for life, would it really work? I know that the Rubix Cube cheat sheets I have found online are easily mistaken. I have been past halfway, past two thirds of the way, at least five times, and I manage to mess up again. Life isn't a little Rubix Cube, it doesn't have just six sides. A cheat sheet for life would have to be twice the size of the entire universe, and very easily mistaken. Life has an infinitive number of sides. Where two Rubix Cubes are a like, no two lives are even remotely alike.
It is possible to solve the Rubix Cube though. Is it possible to solve another human being? In those rare occasions where the amateur Rubix Cuber is able to complete all six sides, what does this represent in real life?
Do all six sides match up to true love? The perfect friendship? Or something no human has been able to accomplish?

Naming The Blog

This is my Blog.
It took me about an hour to name. One of my best friends, Chris, and I spent an hour coming up with name after name. The original blog title was going to be Figuring It Out, but the URL was taken by someone who posted twice, back in 2003. The next plan was to have the URL be FIO, which was used as a test site back in 2001. We went through several other names: Life In General, LIG, UG (LIG, but L+I=U) Mood Swing, ect. It seemed like every single letter combination that had anything to do with life was taken. But we were determined to prevail, and were not giving up easily. Somewhere along the way we came up with making the title a acronym for L.I.F.E. We came up with many more titles for this, most of them funny, and a few dealing with eggplants (Life In Frace's Eggplant)
Finally Chris came up with Life In France's Eyes. LIFE for short.

What's this blog about?
If you haven't already guessed it, you may want to look into improving your observation skills. This blog is about: Life. Now, if you want to hear about what I ate for breakfast, or what I'm thinking about wearing for school tomorrow, please take the closest exit and find a different, lamer blog. I will not be writing about boring stuff. Instead, I will be witting about the things closest to my heart, thoughts of mine, or things that spark my attention. This means, most likely a lot about acting, especially as the summer months come, and quiet a bit of outward thinking.
I hope you decide to stay for more then the first post.
-Life, France