Two birds, one post

Hello internet! Don't worry, I won't clog the tubes for very long, I have only two things to talk about today.

I noticed recently that I have an astounding total of...

drum-roll please...

SIX followers!! (Hi guys! :P) All of whom live (or lived, as is the case for one of them), I might add, within mere miles of me... win or fail?

So to those six followers, I say this:

1. Come see Curtains this weekend at Schreiber High School! It's a laugh-a-minute murder mystery musical, and Liam Marsigliano wears a thing on his stomach that makes him look pregnant. What more can a person want?

2. When you next get a chance, visit:

sugarandspiceandeverythingweiss.blogspot.com.

It's not for everyone--those afraid of language should watch out--but if you don't mind an f-bomb or two (or thirty), I highly recommend it. I think it's hilarious, and not in the high-brow, "only the upper crust of intellectual society can understand me" kind of way that sounds pretentious when used in blogs. This is an every-man kind of humor, or in this case, every-teen. Gold star, mos def.

This weekend looks insane, schedule-wise, but I promise to raise more questions and start dialogues once again by Tuesday. :)

The Monster

Hey there internet! I almost didn't see you there! Yeah, college apps snuck up on me and took away my free time for a while, but thankfully my essay writing is almost done, and I can finally hang out with you more often! Isn't that exciting?

Haha hello there. I finally have something of note to post here! Whatdya know? :D

I wrote this a while back, and I thought it would be too self-promoting to post it, but people who have read it have told me its an interesting commentary on depression and drug use (though to be honest that was not my intention when I wrote it ;) ), so I wanna hear your thoughts--critique it, share your thoughts, tell me a story. Consider this the beginning of a [potentially] very intriguing conversation.

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It's caught me now.

I don’t know what tipped it off about my location. I covered my escape hole; I swept my tracks; I haven't bathed in forever, lest someone be able to hone in on my skin's scent and give me away. I left my home and family, and faked my own death. Hell, not even my mate knows where I am.

So how did it know? How did this monster find me? I tried throwing dust at it, to skew its senses and inhibit its progress. I took cover under every object that would allow me the room, and avoided the light at all times. I slept as little as possible and kept watch for many a tedious hour, waiting anxiously for each opening to move farther ahead. And yet, this thing keeps detecting my presence with every move. It's got me in its sight, and on the run.

If only I’d listened to her. My mate, she told me I shouldn’t do this. Every day over breakfast, we’d have this argument. You see, I’ve always dreamed of escape. A wretched old hole like that was no place to raise a family, and no place to be proud of. Why, you could even do better by living in a grimy sewer pipe with the rats, and that’s truly saying something. But the idea never caught on with her. “You’ll get hurt,” she would always moan, “and just think of the example you’d set for the children!” Now I love my mate more than anything, don’t get me wrong. But sometimes, you just have to do what feels right. And what would my kids think if I just sat back and let my family live in fear and squalor?

So I had to make my move. I couldn’t risk my kids’ lives by sending them out to fend for themselves in this intimidating landscape, and I knew my mate wouldn’t join me in a million years. I snuck away while they all slept and set out all on my own to blaze our trail, and to make sure my family had every advantage available in the end. What a stupid idea that turned out to be.

It’s a wonder that this creature can even move, really. As I scramble across this open plain, I sometimes turn around and watch it lumbering behind me, shaking the ground beneath our feet with each step. It’s massive, and probably weighs more than fifty of me. It’s covered in matted, gray fur that betrays its old age. Its feet are wooly, too, and its claws are pathetically short. I’ve been amongst its ilk a while, and I know a fearsome beast when I see it. They have razor sharp teeth, quick wits, and eyes that could cut through the darkest of nights. This obese animal, however, is nothing to be afraid of, especially considering my physical fitness and agility. I can’t remember ever seeing it standing, let alone running. Not even threat of a tsunami could prompt this beast to move from the light it basks lazily in. But, somehow, this animal has defied the odds and kept me in flight. It’s pitiful, really, that it can compete on my level. I dread to think what that must say of me, that I’m comparable to the sorriest example of its species. But now is not the time to mourn my dignity. I need to swallow my pride and keep going, or else there may no longer be a “me” to compare to this race of behemoths.

I’ve managed to keep a fair distance from it for a long time. The brute’s never less than the length of its body from me, and I haven’t tired yet from the chase. But now I’ll admit I’m a little afraid. Now, when I look up from my feet, I can no longer tell where I am. I’ve never been to this strange and frightening place before, and for all I know, my attacker could know every twist and turn perfectly. There’s no way I could evade it here. And yet, there it is, standing between the world I knew and this gleaming hell in front of me. I have no hope of a quick return now. So I scamper, and I squeeze through cracks I didn’t ever know I could fit through, and I try to stay as far from this animal as possible.

But that has proved more difficult than I thought. This hellhole is full of blades and razor sharp points that are always too close for comfort. And the plastic glowing mounds I see, the few matte surfaces where I can be sure of my footing, seem to trigger everything around me to move in hypnotic, perilous circles, cutting faster and faster with each misstep. And yet when I venture outside of these circles, I am completely exposed. Everything in this mad environment is glossy and gleaming, and so there are always dozens of reflections of me glinting off every surface, telling the beast exactly where I am and confusing me to no end. Thankfully, its wits are about as dull as its claws, and the thing can’t tell which of my images is the real me. I can’t bank on that lasting forever, though, and I’m beginning to see the futility in trying to get out of this mess.

But at last I think I see—Yes! I found an opening in the wall next to me, straight up ahead. I can see rough wall on the far side of it, and I know it won’t see me in any mirrors there. In fact, that might even be my exit from these stony walls that have trapped me my whole life. If I can just make it around this corner, I’ll be free at last, and I can help my children and mate escape—

I was right. It did know every twist and turn here, perfectly. And it turned me towards a dead end. All I see in front of me are two monolithic walls, conveniently meeting where I hoped there would be an exit. But there’s nowhere behind me to run—the monster stands there, a third wall, trapping me for good.

I was stupid, and I thought I could outsmart the thing in its own domain, so I tried to prove myself superior. I’d gone for broke, leaving my family in the hole I longed to remove them from. I was too proud to see the joy in my life there—the life that now flashes before my eyes, blinding me with tears as I frantically search for a gap to slip through, a crack to squeeze through, anything to save me. But it’s crushed my tail beneath its giant paw; his glowing eyes and menacing teeth are moving closer; everything around me is starting to go dark.

It’s caught me.

Forgive me.

Art Post 9: Andy and Emma

I did this one for my dear friend Andy. He's a huge Emma Watson fan, so I made him a coloring book page of this image:

http://lovelyemmawatson.com/article.asp?articleid=77411

and replaced Rupert Grint's head with his.

Write their romance! :)

Self-indulgence fills space, kinda

Hello there!

I've been slow on the writing front, and it aggravates me, but I just wrote a note on Facebook of 25 things you should know about me, and a dear friend of mine suggested putting the list on my blog, so I will, to hold over til i write something better :)

25 Things:

1. I love. It's kinda what I do.

2. If I'm more than a mile from an auditorium, I might die slowly and painfully. It's not a big deal.

3. I always, ALWAYS carry a pen, to doodle on everything.

4. I've had brain surgery! *rubs belly*

5. The thought of vegetables that squeak skeeves me out.

6. My friends are my family, and my family... well, theres ups and downs, but I live with them, so I make do with what I get...

7. I've been told im smart. I'm not. I just think alot-- sometimes, too much for my own good

8. I like making others happy; it's my favorite pastime.

9. Just cuz I'm smiling doesnt mean I'm happy. For all you know, I could be pretending to be happy to not alarm you, or to make you happy. I'm an actress, after all, pretending things to make people happy is what I do!

10. Give me a plate of meat or starch, and I will eat more than your average grown man. I eat a lot. It's rather enjoyable, actually, this whole taste thing, you should all try it!

11. Co-ed dressing rooms all the way. It takes all the sting out of any gender-based invasions of dressing rooms. I mean, if you're in the girls' dressing room and a guy bursts in with a few buddies, it's alarming, and girls scream; but if a guy walks in on a co-ed changing room with girls in it, thats not a big deal. They can't scare you. It's wonderful!

12. My biggest fear in life is dying before I can make the world a better place, or do some good for someone. Which is a lot better than my first real paranoid fear at age 7, which was taxes...

13. If I were Jewish, I would so want Kalia to be my mom. Or maybe Margie. But then I might fight too much with Andy if we were related, so I'm gonna stick with the beautiful glorious Kalia Lay-stien, the best Jew of them all!

14. I always have my phone with me, usually in my front right pocket. People say I might have the lowest sperm count ever, if I don't watch how often I keep it there. Silly people!

15. All the introspective, singsong-ish, emo as fuck statuses I post are lyrics; but half of them, I wrote myself. Yeah. I kinda wish I could compose instrumentals to go along with them, but hey, it's not like they're good enough to sing. And it atleast beats keeping a diary, in my opinion.

16. I really really really really really REALLY want a Ryobi Lithium-Ion 18V Compact Drill Kit. Alot. I have for years. It's becoming a problem.

17. I've never given birth, but I know a lot of beautiful talented girls and a couple of awesome guys who call me mommy. It's strange, but then again, so am I. It does tend to alarm girl/boyfriends (mine AND theirs) who aren't already part of the theater group... Ah well, sucks for them! :P

18. It's not that I look for something to admire in everyone. Those things just show up on my radar on their own.

19. I reminisce a lot, about the days on covert street or before I could honestly say I'd had friends I no longer talk to. I've had the immense privilege of having met a lot of amazing people in my day, and the fact that I haven't really spoken in years to many of the poeple who've changed my life makes me very sad...

20. Knowing that there are some people afraid of me because I'm too outgoing/eccentric/nerdy makes me sad, both that someone's afraid of me, and that humanity can fashion such fears from hearsay and off-the-cuff judgements. So I try hard not to think about it.

21. Every teacher in the Schreiber Social Science Resource Room knows me, and calls me by my name. Apparently they call me "the" Sara Lyons. Because there's definitely a distinction to be made between me and all the other Sara Lyonses in school, of course, lol :P

22. My full name is Sara Bridget Dymphna Lyons. So whenever I'm in a class with a lot of Saras, as I often am, people tend to call me Lyons or Dymphna/Anhipmyd/Dympsie, or nukka. Nukka works too.

23. Referring back to #2, I'm Drama Club president next year! Which I've been wishing for since like 4th grade, when I heard such a thing existed in old-people-school. So yeah. Anyone who was afraid of an absentee president, that ain't happening. And anyone who has questions or suggestions, please feel free to tell me your thoughts! It's a government by of and for the people, so the people in question are more than welcome to tell me and the board what they want of us. That's how it works lol

24. I cried when I heard Isaiah Mustafa was retiring.

25. If I were a "boy," I would be Eddie Izzard. I hope.

Art Post 8: Dear Diary...

A page from a "diary" I tried to keep, but failed to do so for. So I drew on it! Have fun psychoanalyzing! ;)

Shine

It's getting kinda late, babe

Why don't you come to bed?

Lie down here beside me,

And rest your weary head.

It's pitch black outside babe,

But we don't need a light--

Curl in close to me now,

And I'll keep you safe tonight.

Wrap your arms around me,

And whisper how I'm yours;

You know I'll be there always

When the world shuts its doors.

Just hold me until morning,

And I will know you're mine,

Cuz when the sun blinks out

And it's dark all around,

Our stars will always shine.

Winter's drawing close, babe,

The wind 'round me is cool,

But you keep my heart fuzzy and warm,

And keep my mind a fool.

A cold frost veils the world, babe,

It's brittle from the chill;

But what we have is something

No frostbite could ever kill

Wrap your arms around me,

And whisper how I'm yours;

You know I'll be there always

When the world shuts its doors.

Just hold me until morning,

And I will know you're mine,

Cuz when the sun blinks out

And it's dark all around,

Our stars will always

Shine through the darkness,

The bitterness around us,

The hurt that tries to pull us apart.

When you've got nowhere to go,

Always know,

You've got a place,

Oh, you've got a place in my heart

The hour's getting late, babe,

But you don't need to go--

Stay with me a while;

You're all I need to know.

Everyone's so cold, babe,

But I'm warm when I'm with you.

Love me for a lifetime,

And, hand in hand, we'll make it through

Wrap your arms around me,

And whisper how I'm yours;

You know I'll be there always

When the world shuts its doors.

Just hold me until morning,

And I will know you're mine,

Cuz when the sun blinks out

And it's dark all around,

Our stars will always

Shine

Just something i whipped up. Thoughts?

Art Post 7: The Hand

Hi guys! Another art post. This is what I did to my hand during a final exam at school, when I finished early. Enjoy! :)