Well dear readers, there has been another chapter added to the chronicles of my hair. Yes, friends, my hair has changed again. I have been rather subdued lately with my hair changing, but the past few weeks have been all about cleaning out cobwebs and fresh starts. So why (I asked myself) limit the makeover to my interior? Nay, friends, I have ventured forth to create for myself once again - a new look.
And this time it is drastic. Pictures will be coming soon, but be forewarned - I still startle myself when I look in the mirror. No one has seen the final product but me, yet. I feel as though I am not ready to share it with the internet. It is almost like I want to tell my friends in person instead of having their reactions dulled by the preview. Though I'm fairly certain that any reaction at this point would be anything but subdued.
Yes.
The change is that drastic.
So be waiting, friends. Be waiting. When the time is right - this newly coiffed citizen of cyerberspace will trumpet her terrific tresses with a plethora of prodigious pictures (along with the story of how I ended up with this style and the trip getting there)!
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Saturday, April 18, 2009
Springtime Makes Me Nostoligic
I remember when being grounded was a fate worse than death.
That was back when the sun was still out in the summer when I went to bed, and I had to ask permission to watch television. My hair was, more often than not, uncombed. I had braces, freckles, and scrapes on my knees from adventuring in the creek across the street. The only thing worse than being grounded was your best friend being grounded so you couldn't call them over to play.
I remember the excitement of the first warm days of spring, the flowers, the thunderstorms, and the terror of tornado drills (welcome to Kansas, ya'll). I remember playing outside for hours and hours until mom would ring the giant bell by our backdoor and we would scurry home for dinner. I remember being as tan as an Indian not because I went outside to get a tan, but because I lived in the pool when it was summer time.
I remember promising myself I'd never grow up.
Whoops.
That was back when the sun was still out in the summer when I went to bed, and I had to ask permission to watch television. My hair was, more often than not, uncombed. I had braces, freckles, and scrapes on my knees from adventuring in the creek across the street. The only thing worse than being grounded was your best friend being grounded so you couldn't call them over to play.
I remember the excitement of the first warm days of spring, the flowers, the thunderstorms, and the terror of tornado drills (welcome to Kansas, ya'll). I remember playing outside for hours and hours until mom would ring the giant bell by our backdoor and we would scurry home for dinner. I remember being as tan as an Indian not because I went outside to get a tan, but because I lived in the pool when it was summer time.
I remember promising myself I'd never grow up.
Whoops.
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Uncle Sam Wants YOU
The other night I got to touch base with a good friend of mine that I don't talk to nearly enough.
His name is Josh. We've known each other since we were in diapers, our families kind of grew up together, did theatre together, and now still keep in touch. In one month he is heading to boot camp for the National Guard and that is weird to me for a lot of reasons.
One big reason is that it means that we are grown up. Only grown up people are in the military.
The other thing it means is that he is probably going to be able to do more push ups than I am. Though it has been awhile since we have tested this (maybe since high school...?) I beat him soundly then.
It is just weird to think about. I've known people in the military but was never that close to them. Now this brother figure is entering into the ranks? It is sobering, but it makes me proud. There are few people I'd rather have defend my country other than Josh.
I'd better start working on my push ups though, so when he comes back from basic training I can still whoop his butt.
His name is Josh. We've known each other since we were in diapers, our families kind of grew up together, did theatre together, and now still keep in touch. In one month he is heading to boot camp for the National Guard and that is weird to me for a lot of reasons.
One big reason is that it means that we are grown up. Only grown up people are in the military.
The other thing it means is that he is probably going to be able to do more push ups than I am. Though it has been awhile since we have tested this (maybe since high school...?) I beat him soundly then.
It is just weird to think about. I've known people in the military but was never that close to them. Now this brother figure is entering into the ranks? It is sobering, but it makes me proud. There are few people I'd rather have defend my country other than Josh.
I'd better start working on my push ups though, so when he comes back from basic training I can still whoop his butt.
Friday, April 10, 2009
I'm Tornado Proof, Suckers
Dear Rain,
I like you a lot. You do a lot of great things for our earth like make the plants grow and give us more of the life-sustaining force of water. Sometime you are snow and that is cool (no pun intended), too. Overall you are okay by me.
However, it has come to my attention that our relationship has some pot holes. Now I don't want to be one to nit-pick because I have flaws of my own, but if this relationship is going to keep working we need to lay down some ground rules.
I don't like it when you come down so hard that it hurts. I know that sometimes it is the wind's fault, but you are the one who invited her over in the first place so you should be able to control your friends. Also, please take into consideration the temperature outside before you start to fall. If it is too warm to snow, but too cold to rain, and you turn into ice - please don't. I can't relate to you then. You are all hard and unforgiving and very difficult to deal with (plus it takes forever to get my windshield clean). Honestly, I prefer you when it is warm-ish outside. I enjoy you quite a lot then, actually.
Rain, please don't feel like I am picking on you. It isn't like you are as bad as your cousins Tornado and Hurricaine. It just so happens that I feel like, with a little effort towards self-improvment, and a litte common courtesy, we could get along even better than before.
Regards,
Leah
I like you a lot. You do a lot of great things for our earth like make the plants grow and give us more of the life-sustaining force of water. Sometime you are snow and that is cool (no pun intended), too. Overall you are okay by me.
However, it has come to my attention that our relationship has some pot holes. Now I don't want to be one to nit-pick because I have flaws of my own, but if this relationship is going to keep working we need to lay down some ground rules.
I don't like it when you come down so hard that it hurts. I know that sometimes it is the wind's fault, but you are the one who invited her over in the first place so you should be able to control your friends. Also, please take into consideration the temperature outside before you start to fall. If it is too warm to snow, but too cold to rain, and you turn into ice - please don't. I can't relate to you then. You are all hard and unforgiving and very difficult to deal with (plus it takes forever to get my windshield clean). Honestly, I prefer you when it is warm-ish outside. I enjoy you quite a lot then, actually.
Rain, please don't feel like I am picking on you. It isn't like you are as bad as your cousins Tornado and Hurricaine. It just so happens that I feel like, with a little effort towards self-improvment, and a litte common courtesy, we could get along even better than before.
Regards,
Leah
Monday, April 6, 2009
Laughter is the Best Medicine
My blog has been rather improv-centric as of late. I suppose that tells you what has been consuming my time besides school (writing about improv is far more interesting than writing about taxes). This entry is not going to deviate from that theme.
Last night we played our standard main-stage show. It was solid. The audience was excellent. Near the end we called up a birthday for our typical birthday routine (making up adventures that the birthday celebrant had with us) and last night we had a lovely lady named Liz. Her daughters had kidnapped her for the weekend fromIllinois and brought her down to Springfield
After that warning, I was afraid that this woman would be no fun, but I was proven wrong. She came up dancing to the music and then progressed the dance with me when she got on stage. Then while we were telling different stories, she would interject with hilarious one-liners. She was such a joy.
After the show she told us that we had re-energized her and given her the ability to give hope to those people she encountered at her workplace.
It is moments like that where I realize exactly why I give up nearly ever Friday and Saturday night to perform. It isn't for the random recognition I get in the grocery store, or the few dollars I make every show. It is because I have the ability to genuinely lift someone's spirits and make their life better.
And that makes all of it completely worth it.
Last night we played our standard main-stage show. It was solid. The audience was excellent. Near the end we called up a birthday for our typical birthday routine (making up adventures that the birthday celebrant had with us) and last night we had a lovely lady named Liz. Her daughters had kidnapped her for the weekend from
After that warning, I was afraid that this woman would be no fun, but I was proven wrong. She came up dancing to the music and then progressed the dance with me when she got on stage. Then while we were telling different stories, she would interject with hilarious one-liners. She was such a joy.
After the show she told us that we had re-energized her and given her the ability to give hope to those people she encountered at her workplace.
It is moments like that where I realize exactly why I give up nearly ever Friday and Saturday night to perform. It isn't for the random recognition I get in the grocery store, or the few dollars I make every show. It is because I have the ability to genuinely lift someone's spirits and make their life better.
And that makes all of it completely worth it.
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