Valentine’s song of the year!

Happy Valentine’s day, everyone! Hate on it all you want, but Valentine’s day is and always will be my favorite holiday. The hopeless romantic in me just brightens right up around this time of year, and even though I’ve only ever had one particularly lovely Valentine’s day, the prospect of having a Valentine each year makes me happy.
I just love love, I guess. Knowing that such a force exists in the world is magical to me. It binds people together time and time again, and it really is beautiful. No matter how many times the word is used, love is my favorite word. It’s so simple, but it means so much to pretty much everybody. It’s “the biggest little word ever said”, after all.
But I digress. I’m not going to preach about love again today; rather I’m going to start a new tradition on my blog! And since it’s only once a year, I’m pretty sure I’ll be able to keep it up. ;^)
I’m going to do a Valentine’s song of the year! Inspired by this post, I fell in love with the idea, and since I already have a love song I’ve been obsessed with as of late, I figured this would be the perfect opportunity to share it!
The song of the year is Bright Eyes’ “First Day Of My Life”. It’s a really simple, laid back love song that I just cannot get enough of these days! The message is sweet and timeless and classic.

I can’t pick a favorite line from the song, because they’re all so tender. It may take some getting used to, because his voice isn’t exactly, how you say…. Pretty. It’s shaky and not very strong, but I think it lends a kind of sincere vulnerability to the song. It sounds less like an autotuned One Direction ballad and more like a song sung quietly to the one you love as you sit in front of a fire, or maybe a song you sing to help them fall asleep. Either way, it’s just the perfect song, and to be honest, I kinda want it in my wedding video. Ha.

I guess we’ll see on that one. ;^)

The last part where the boy points to his lady and says “I love her!” just kills me every time. Melting on the floor right now.

Until next year, my darlings!

~Haeley

Diva’s Lament

(sorry about the swear. This song just fits the title. And how about her voice, eh? Dang. :P)

Production week is finally here, and opening night is tomorrow! You’d think the nervous anticipation and good notes I’ve gotten would make me happy, but I am not.
I am furious.
Permit me to have a little fit of rage on this blog, will you? Thanks. I appreciate it.
I really am not loving my costume, you guys. I’m really not. First off, it’s made of this icky looking crushed velvet,


Say it with me, children: TACKY.

And it’s made in the style of the Austen-era dresses. So, like this:

Which sounds pretty in theory, but I discovered something: When you’re as short as I am, and your hips are as ample as mine, you end up looking like a pregnant walrus stuffed in a trash bag.
Which is all well and good, I mean, I can deal with that. I’m used to looking fat onstage, that just comes with the territory of having curves. But they decided to rub a little bit of salt in my fatty wound, because the sleeves are so tight I can barely move in them. Last time I checked, arm corsets weren’t in style, um, EVER. So I basically become Barney for the night.

Look deep into my eyes.

So my movements are extremely restricted, and that screws me up, because as the Queen of Hearts, I move a LOT. And instead of helping a sista out, the costumer said to suck it up and make it part of my character. Which irritates me, but I’ve learned to adapt- kinda. It’s still difficult, but it’s not nearly as bad as…. The Wig.
The wig deserves a special little corner of hell, to be perfectly frank. It’s horrible, it’s terrible, it’s itchy, it’s hot, it’s as ugly as golem,

Ugly? Whaddaya mean, ugly?

I just………. hate it. Maybe it’s because I’m in a show, so I’m just mentally in Broadway, but gosh, I feel like this towards the wig:

Just apply the lyrics to the wig. It’s perfectly fitting, and actually kind of hilarious to picture. Can’t you just see the girls singing about a wig? HA.
The thing is, I KNOW I’m not supposed to look “pretty” in this show. I GET THAT. But I hate being ugly. I already have self-image problems as is. I don’t need that horrid hairpiece getting in the way. It’s also not even CLOSE to looking steampunk, which is stupid, because that is what the whole freaking play is themed. I look like Edna Mode.


Foxy.

Or maybe this dude:

The possibilities are ENDLESS when you look this ugly!

I just realized we’re all short, loud, and sassy. Great. I really AM one of them now.
Anyway, I HATE the way it looks. It’s a very round shape, which makes my face look round, which makes my body look round. And as we’ve stated before, I have issues with that. So, I look like an evil Pillsbury dough boy. :^( I hate feeling like this. I hate being a brat. I hate being whiny. But I HATE feeling disgusting. I just look terrible. I was hoping I might look pretty in this one, but oh, no! Not so!
Sigh….
The horrible thing about it all is they won’t let me change it! I would willingly dye my hair black for this role, and there are so many other ideas that would actually FIT THE DANG THEME, but apparently, I’m a puppet with no mind of it’s own.
Awesome.

~Haeley

(I realize that was a tad dramatic and abrasive, but I’m still riding the adrenaline from tonight, and hello? I’m the queen. Aren’t I entitled to fits of rage??)

Favorite songs

Lately, I’ve really gotten into Bastille, and so have been listening to them pretty often, specifically the songs Pompeii and Things We Lost In The Fire. I guess I’ve passed the passion down to Dallin, because I caught him singing “Things We Lost In The Fire”- which was one of the proudest moments of my life. I couldn’t get him to sing for the camera, but I did get some pretty sick dance moves:

He’s kind of the most adorable kid. Ever.
Listen to the full song here:

It’s a good song! He’s got such good taste. :^)

-DQ#1

Smorgasboard

Since I am home from church today due to a pesky cold that came out of nowhere, I shall write a completely random post that has nothing to do with anything. Okay? Okay.
List of words that make me smile:

  1. Pub
  2. Kerfuffle
  3. Chubby
  4. Lipgloss
There are lovebirds outside my window! I adore lovebirds. They are so colorful and ADORABLE. And they stay with the same mate for all their life! How sweet is that? And they love our house, which makes me happy, because I get to enjoy their colorful feathers and cheerful chirps. Cheerful chirps. That sounds cute! JUST LIKE LOVEBIRDS!
I love my dog. She has such a personality! She is jumpy, and hyper, and noisy, and messy, and thoroughly snuggly. I could go on and on about how much I love her. Even though she drives me crazy, berserk, and up-the-wall flaming irritated sometimes, I wouldn’t trade her for anything. 
I have been blowing my nose so much lately, it’s insane. Practically every five minutes I have to get a tissue, which is probably playing havoc on the sensitive skin on the tip of my schnozz. It is supremely frustrating, and if I don’t blow my nose enough, I start sounding gross when I breathe. So my options are: dry out my nose considerably, or: sound like a snotty, snorty, snorkeling, snobbish slob.
Here’s a pretty song:
You know how when you’re sick doctors tell you to drink plenty of fluids? I’ve taken that advice, and have been drinking water like it’s going out of style. It’s INSANE the amount of times I’ve had to pee since drinking so much. I timed myself (stop laughing at me! I was bored, okay?) yesterday, and I seriously had to use the bathroom EVERY TWENTY MINUTES. THAT IS NOT NORMAL, PEEPS. I didn’t have much solid food, mainly broth and stuff, and water, water, water. Then Ryan took me to Jamba Juice, and I got a ColdBuster and an Izze soda. Well, he got the soda, but discovered he hates sugar-free sodas, so I got to drink it! The only problem is that I can’t taste anything, so I just drank fizzy water basically. But it was yummy! Anyway, I think I’ve cleansed my system quite well. The next time you get to stay home all day, you should try it! Drink tons of water, and cleanse your innards of toxins! You won’t regret it! 
You actually might regret drinking so much water, because you’ll have to urinate so often. But whatevs.
Pandora is the best internet invention ever. I LOVE YOOUUUUUUU PANDORAAAAAA
Cool Mormon Message:
Their band is called Shrink The Giant, in case you were wondering. I know I was. I think I’ll check them out sometime.
I’m getting off now. Ta ta!

Just kidding. Now I want to talk about tea. I love that stuff. Tea, tea, tea. I especially like making my own “tea”. Here’s the recipe:

  • 1 mug full of hot water
  • honey
  • peppermint essential oil

Pour in honey to taste, add 1-2 drops of peppermint oil. Drink.

I also enjoy eating tortillas with butter and honey. Sound gross? Don’t knock it ’till you’ve tried it!

Also, I love music.

-DQ#1

Why I love concerts

I was going to write about how cool the concert was, but I decided, nah. I don’t wanna, and guess what? You aren’t going to change my mind! 😛
I really only remember A) screaming like a possessed fangirl when I saw Forest Kline, and B) wanting so badly to be up onstage.
I love concerts because of the effort put in by the artist. They don’t get up and sing, they get up and PERFORM, and that’s what I love. Seeing someone put so much passion into doing what they love gives me hope, and more than the vibrating of the thunderous bass, the emotion is what I remember. Watching someone bare their soul for the world to see, and shamelessly flaunting it is inspiring. I want to do that in the world; put my life into words, and put those words to music, and I want to express it for someone. Be it five people, fifty, or five thousand, it makes no difference. If I can reach at least one person through my performance, and somehow make them feel better, than I have done my job.
I feel like music is what I was meant to do in this life. I want to be an influence for good in what I do, and music is the powerful, driving force that follows all of us where we go. Think about it: you are surrounded by music. It’s a world you can’t ignore, it’s a delicate balance of pure goodness and pure evil. If you seek out the beauty, your life is better for it.
I think I’ll try hard, and someday get there.

-DQ#1