I guess I never really appreciated this, being the procrastinator that I am, but one of the most fun ways to spend my nights is just sitting in my pjs, all my homework done, and watching tv. This is a pleasure I did not get to enjoy tonight... No, tonight I am in my bed typing this on my iPod (feeling fancy; I've never used it to blog before) while I just really want to be sleeping. However, I did get to enjoy my tv over the long weekend. I didn't go anywhere, just stayed up late (watching tv in my pjs) and slept in, and ate a lot of bagels. Yes, that's another thing my long weekend helped me appreciate; BAGELS!!! I'm going to go on a completely random side note here but I just need to say that I LOVE BAGELS, and call me weird but I get a plain bagel with regular cream cheese, none of that weird strawberry spread or poppyseeds or whatever. I guess my point is, the long weekend really spoiled me, and Monday on a Tuesday can be even worse than Monday on a Monday. I couldn't sleep in, stay up late the night before, or even eat a bagel. AHH and I just remembered: I won a free bagel at lunch! Yay! But anyways, another thing I learned to appreciate over the long weekend was sleep, so I'm going to go get some now! Good night everyone (that's probably going to sound weird when I re-proofread this in the middle of the day but oh well...)
I know this blog is way overdue, but I just didn't know what to say about the play Les Miserables. I saw it at the Cadillac Theater in Chicago, the week after Thanksgiving break. This blog has been sitting empty in my drafts box since then, because I just couldn't sum it up in words. It was seriously that good. The original idea was to just summarize the play-seeing experience, but now that I've seen the movie too, I'll be doing some comparisons.
So, the morning that we were going to see the play, I was pretty excited because I'd seen the anniversary thing that was on TV (they just had all the songs and stuff on the TV one). I knew the songs were good, but I was excited to see it live. I also didn't know the whole story. Meaning I wasn't prepared to spend the rest of the day on-and-off crying and feeling terrible for poor Jean ValJean, then poor Fantine, then poor Cosette, then poor Eponine, the list goes on and on. So I was picked up from school right before lunch, and then we were off. One el trip and a walk through the cold later, we were in the crowded theater entrance. I had never been in the Cadillac theater before, and, well lets just say it was very... ornate. It was pretty cool to look around, though. Here is a picture of what the place looked like, not the actual theater that we sat down and watched it in, but the sort of hallway/lobby area:
We looked around there for a little while, and I got a shirt on the floor below (these were taken from a balcony). The floor the pictures are taken from (the second floor with the railing all around it) is where the theater entrance was, it's on the left side of the pictures but you can't see it. This is how it looked from our seats (which were, by the way, awesome for short people: no heads to look over!):
The next paragraph has spoilers in in, fyi
The first one is a panorama of the inside of the theater from my seats (the blue part is on the stage, in case you couldn't see; it was sort of dark in there). The second one is from the same place, just straight across to the other side of the theater. Our seats were really good, though, because I was sitting right next to the railing, so there was nothing blocking my view of the stage. Then all the lights darkened, and the blue screen lifted, and the first song started. It didn't take long for me to get wrapped into the story, and in order for you to understand what I'm going to tell you, you have to know that I NEVER CRY. Like, EVER. Not for movies, books, fleshwounds, I just don't cry. As I was sitting there watching Fantine die (this was like towards the beginning) I realized my face was wet. I didn't even realize I was crying, but I sure was. Things were looking up when (seriously) Eponine was shot. And died a long drawn-out death in Marius's arms (oh yes, she was singing to the very last breath). Whew, glad that scenes over-WOW they just HAD to put a little boy getting shot in there too, didn't they!?!?!? Oh look, all those guys are lying there DEAD! All Marius's friends! This continued throughout the whole play, each tragedy evenly spaced out so that you are crying the entire time. It was an excellent story, with excellent music, but the music was just about the saddest music I've ever heard: "Empty chairs and empty tables, where my friends will meet no more", "If I die, let me die, let him live, bring him home", not to mention the song Eponine and Marius sing when Eponine is dying, or, well, when anyone's dying... There were lots of deaths in there that were sadder than I expected, even Jovert, who is pretty much the antagonist of the story. It was super good, and I still sometimes get the songs stuck in my head, but it was super sad.
Then, over Christmas break, I saw the movie. As music goes, it was a completely different story. My friends didn't notice it as much as I did, but the music was pretty bad. I think I noticed it more, because the singing didn't even approach the singing at the play. The acting was good, though. I think I was really not impressed by the movie because I had already seen the play, and the play was just so much better. So, there's my long overdue Les Miz blog, hope you enjoyed it
I am a firm believer in Christmas magic. Even though Santa no longer visits the Lally house (I'm in 8th grade (obviously) and have no cute younger siblings to set up Santa's gifts for), when my mom asked me if I wanted to open my presents on Christmas eve, I refused. Same last year, and the year before that, and so on. I still want that fluttery tummy feeling on Christmas morning. I still make my mom wait until I'm asleep on Christmas eve to put all the presents out. I still make her hide them in the weeks leading up to Christmas, and I never go searching for them. And on Christmas morning when I walk out of my bedroom, past my brother's room, past my mom's room, down the hall, and past the kitchen, I still pause when I get to the living room entrance. I let the anticipation build up until I'm ready to explode. Then I burst somewhat groggily into the living room and see all the gifts under the tree, and I know that Santa has visited, even if Santa is my mom. I'm about to get sappy, just fair warning. Maybe it's just me, but there is something magical about Christmas morning. When I walk out, before I even look at the presents, I take a deep breath and take in the beautiful Christmas tree, the crib set with little baby Jesus in his manger, the stockings hanging from the decorated mantle, and how this beautiful day only comes around once a year. Right there I decide that this Christmas will be a good one, and I go over and see what my awesome mom got me. I take a second to appreciate how well my mom really knows me, and my grandparents too. My grandparents spend Christmas with us, and after my brother and I have looked at all of our presents, emptied our stockings, and taken a billion pictures of Dusty, we go and enjoy French Toast breakfast. My point is, Christmas is magical, even without Santa, reindeer, and elves.
I was going to put this in a comment, but decided it called for a blog post. Being a short person, I made my own list of pros and cons (I'm shorter than you, Nick!!! And Ned you are forbidden from commenting) so here it is:
So there's my list! Feel free to add to it in the comments (except Ned)
Welcome to Maura's Blog!
Hi, it's Maura! I have a dog, I run cross country, and you no longer have to read this blog because that pretty much sums up everything on here.
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