Moving to a New Blog

Hey, thanks to you all who have read this blog and followed me. For those still interested, I have a new blog:

http://700shabbybirds.blogspot.com/

See you there!

Maybe I'm Just Mean...

...But do you ever see someone and you just want to punch them in the face?! For no apparent reason? I don't know why but there are some people and for reasons I can't explain, I have this strong desire to just go up to them and give them a good sock to the nose. I feel bad because usually they haven't really done anything and I don't actually know them. So I don't know where these hostile feelings come from. It's just something about their face. That sounds kind of rude but really it's just their face. Maybe something about it awakes my sub-conscience to oppressed memories and my first reaction is to defend myself against. I don't know. All I know is I just want to punch them really hard so I hope I don't ever have to be in close proximity with them.

Bailey

Wix

So I want to start a website but I have no clue what it would be on. I also thought it would be cool to have an online literary and media journal with a volunteer staff where youth could have a voice but who would read it? And it sounds like too much work so I don't know who would want to be involved. I thought about an RPG. I have done those before but usually get busy so I can't respond quickly enough. And all in all, I can hardly manage writing on my blog so why on earth I think I can build another website is beyond me. But if anyone has input that would be cool.

Actually, I have a lot of creative essays I've been writing lately. But they're kinda boring so I won't bother you with those.

Cheers!

PS Happy Post Valentines Day!!!

Whew!

Good news. The resume/headshot has been mailed to Debra Zane and I also finally finished and mailed in my packet for this poetry scholarship. Finally being the key word in that sentence. Seriously, I better get that scholarship after all the trouble it caused me (same with the Hunger Games since I spent like $7 trying to print a decent headshot because our school printers SUCK!!! So they better cast me. Just kidding-well...sort of *wink* ). It was a small fortune to print out like $45 pages (that's four copies of a manucscript containing 10 poems as requested). But before I could even print it, I had to go through every line of every poem a make sure it did not exceed 50 characters. Then of course, I had to ask my boyfriend send me some big 8X11 envelopes (thanks again, love) since I spent all my last paycheck and then still had to scrounge around for change to pay for postage.

I also had to get my application notarized. Keep in mind this is a scholarship. Who does that?!

But I'm finished and I actually think I have a shot at this one which would be great! I'm one of only 7 applicants according to Zinch. And even if not, it was cool to go back over my work and even write a new poem/song, which I'll post up here. Plus I'm finding a few more poetry scholarships/competitions so it's great that I can now draw out of these ten poems.

Wow. I am such an English Nerd 0.0

It's seriously my college dream to work in the Reading/Writing center which is basically English tutoring. That sounds a little odd but, seriously, I think I would love it.

I should probably strive to be a little more gramatically correct in my blogging and stuff first though.

I also rescued an abandoned purple pen from a classroom this morning. I'm actually ridiculously happy about my heroic dead since, as it happens, purple is the best color of ballpoint ink.

The Hunger Games

Well as many of you know, if any of you are reading this, there is a huge hype going on about the film adaption of "The Hunger Games," which is deserved since they are awesome books (Speaking of which, Tiffany still has my copy. Hmm...). I've been doing my research for months now, keeping up with the latest news on the movie via Google and I've decided to actually do something about it. There's been an address listed online, credited to be that of the casting director, Debra Zane. Today I looked at the address on Google maps and discovered the address is real, as well as listed as one of the businesses. So since this sounds pretty legitimate, I'm going to do it. I'm going to send my resume in.

I know it probably doesn't sound like a big deal but for some reason it really is. The protagonist, Katniss, is someone I admire but, even more importantly, I understand. I can relate because let's face it, sometimes I am a monster. I am cold, calculating, mean, moody, bossy, fierce, manipulating, and rebellious. But I also do have a desire to be liked. I'm self-conscience, I don't want to hurt people, and can have a great capacity for love and loyalty where others do not. We're both paradoxical and don't always know how to deal with it, express ourselves, or balance these insane emotions out.

And I think it's because I so strongly correlate with her and desire to succeed in acting that it's a big deal. For some reason, I keep trying to talk myself out of it and convince myself it's pointless so why bother wasting the money on the postage. That this is a ridiculous notion. But why should it be? It's not ridiculous.

Why should it be ridiculous? Emma Watson started out in school plays and then landed Hermione and is now one of the richest young actresses in the world. Matthew McCaughey was a nobody till he was cast in Dazed and Confused. Why is it so absurd that I could be as successful as they are and potentially be cast in this movie? I'm a good actress, I can sing, I'm athletic, I have the motivation and desire, I've done a little archery before. I shot a couple holes through my fence even. (Sorry Dad, I still haven't told you about those). My biggest self-imposed obstacle is my blonde hair, which isn't even that light and I'd be more than willing to dye it for the chance to play Katniss.

Probably nothing will come of it. But I know I'll just kick myself in the pants forever if I don't at least try.



So yesterday, I updated my resume. I took probably thirty pictures of myself with my dinky camera trying to get one that was clean and captured myself. I printed it out. And even though it's far from perfect, it's the best I can do right now. And I've just gotta try.

Bailey Sue

SONG: Weapon by Matthew Good Band (It's the first one on the playlist so go listen)
MOOD: Determined

And Another Thing...

...why do people have to walk so freaking slow? Seriously, you folks in the hallways bother me. I mean, we're all trying to walk in the same tiny spaced with traffic coming both directions, full of people who have classes to attend and things to do. And you slow bums are severely blocking the flow! I feel like a car dangerously crossing the unbroken yellow line into the opposite line trying to get around you. And accidents do happen.

Good thing this is BYU. If this was New York, you'd be trampled.

And I'm sorry but it's you Metro Asian guys, Polynesians, ands skinny white girl possys who are typically the culprits. Sorry but my grade and job are a bit more important than being politically correct.

Hawaii is just making me grumpy. I know right? It sounds ridiculous but I'm tired. I'm bored. I sick. Sick of being away from my boyfriend and sick with migraines every day. I don't get enough sleep because I have to wake up early to work at my minimum wage job and today, basically my only sleep in day, I was kept up all morning with by a headache, sunlight, and maintainence weed-whacking the bushes under my window.

And I just signed a contract thats gonna keep me here for basically another year. Forgive for not jumping for joy over it.

Bailey Sue
MOOD: Depressed
SONG: ???

*smacks head*

I hate it when people stand way to close to me. Especially when there is food involved. I went to dinner and was serving myself a bowl of pasta at the salad bar (a very healthy serving mind you) when this brunette girl who I had never seen before comes up right next to me to get some herself. Like no more than two inches away. Does that not that seriously put the pressure on? I feel all obligated to suddenly hurry up and get my food so I can get out of their way and do it gracefully so I don't make a mess and look like a complete idiot. Suddenly ladling a spoonful of whatever onto my plate is like a race against time itself and the patience of the person behind me.

But at the same time, it makes me kinda mad because I'm go (in my brain of course) "Uh hello, I was here first sister. You can wait you're turn. The pasta isn't going anywhere and trust me, you don't need it anyway!"


My friend told me she got in a fight with her boyfriend. When she told me what it was about, I couldn't help but laugh because I knew exactly what she meant. How you get into fights that really are just plain stupid but at the same time you mean them. And it's not because we don't love you or we're trying to make your life hard that we fight them but because we care so much. (It's cuz I love you dear if you're reading this =) )

She and her man had been fighting because she went to Hooters with her female friends but before she wouldn't go her boyfriend. And you know, I knew exactly where she was coming from. Of course you wouldn't want to go to Hooters with your boyfriend. I'm not going to deliberately take my man out to look at other women but if me and a bunch of girls go to Hooters it's not big deal because obviously we aren't going to be checking out the waitresses. And then I heard it argued that a boy would appreciate his girlfriend taking him to Hooters, like it would be treating him. What a waste of space. That's so freakin stupid. I don't want to be appreciated because I let you slobber over and oogle other women. I want you to appreciate me because I'm your loving, loyal girlfriend and have the decency to be loving and loyal back. Ugh boys. Seriously stop acting like dicks and grow up and act like men.

Excuse my language but there was no other way to say it. It's been a big topic with me lately. I'm sure you'll hear all about it.

Cheers

Back From the Depths of the Unmotivated

It's funny how we're so excited to start things like this blog for instance. We begin so diligently, posting every couple of days. But then soon the interest fades and the posts begin to fizz out as my fairly uninteresting life continues on. But then we see or hear something and immediately that spark is somehow rekindled and we decide that we're going to try again now that our conviction is rekindled.

I just finished watching the film Julie and Julia, which follows the life of both Julia Child and a young woman named Julie who decides to cook all the recipes in Child's cookbook in one year, chronicling her culinary adventure in an online blog. I immediately felt connected with the character of Julie, who is married to wonderful guy (not married but love you dear) and works a mundane job day after day (Hello media services). She was once an aspiring writer but never finished any of her books (and hello to the many started novels and ideas sitting on my computer). Like Julie, I'm selfish, absorbed, and never quite finish anything I start to my own disappointment.

And like Julie I have this blog. And even though I quite honestly don't have anything cool to write about like her endeavors in the kitchen, I am once again trying to be more diligent about the things I start. So here's hopefully to a merry blogging experience and more posts to come. Party on.

Bailey Sue
MOOD: Inspired
SONG: The Journey by Sleeperstar

I say TACO, You say, TACO. TACO! TACO! TACO!

They actually served me a BEEF taco. Not a fish taco. Not an Asian taco. A genuine, real, beef taco. At least I think it was real. Who knows what they pump into that stuff actually. But the point being is actually tasted like something normal. And I've missed Mexican food. Taco Bell is the closest I've gotten to the stuff.

Just another highlight for an otherwise great day. And nothing big happened which is sometimes the best part. It was just a good, happy day. I got my homework all done, my letters came, I bought a pair of awesome shoes for just six dollars. And Latino Club tonight! Wahoo! Favorite part of every week.

I think being away from home is definitely making me appreciate the smaller things. Like hugs and kisses on the forehead. Milk. A family movie collection. Kitchen utensils. Parents who drive me everywhere. Watching the seasons change. My gross, paint splattered sweat pants that my mother hates.

But today was such a happy day. And it's not over yet. I'm ready to dance it up.

"You're name isn't Rio but I don't care for sand and lighting the fuse might result in a bang, b-b-bang, go! Well I bet that you look good on the dance floor!"

Bailey Sue
MOOD: Joyful
SONG: I Bet that You Look Good On the Dance Floor by Arctic Monkeys

You Scored as You Were Born To Love You Were Born To Love! You are very romantic and very passionate! Nothing is more important to you than the one you love. Your heart is very open, and love is life's biggest adventure as far as you're concerned. You are a guy/girl's dream partner, someone who will care for them and cherish their heart forever. you rock!