tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24690198891312597752024-02-06T19:47:03.889-07:00Life As We Show It"Life beats down and crushes the soul and art reminds you that you have one." - Stella Adler Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10330286324138738186noreply@blogger.comBlogger48125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2469019889131259775.post-28089023329019386242014-07-29T21:08:00.003-07:002014-07-29T21:08:44.061-07:00A Day at Youth Theatre School<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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This is the reason I've been having to cancel plans with a lot of you guys this month. I've fondly been calling it "school" because it's too hard to explain in a quick text. I know, I know, who wants more school? <br />
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YTU is a whole new brand of theatre camp as it lasts an entire month (at least for the teen session) so in one month a new student should prepare for:<br />
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<li>A tummy full of Einstein's bagels, Pie Pizzeria... pizza obviously, and maybe the occasional sack lunch.</li>
<li>Walks to The Pioneer Theatre, oh don't stress it's not even a block away</li>
<li> New friends whether they be just in your company or not.</li>
<li>More inside jokes</li>
<li>Pretty awesome carpools if you're lucky like me (thanks Jayne and Christian)</li>
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On the first day of Youth Theatre students find out what companies they're in, like the acting companies you may see at theatres around you, these companies are pretty small groups from five to sixteen people that come together to make a show. The companies range from Comedy/Improv to Shakespeare and even Musical Theatre, oh and did I mention there are <strong><em>three</em></strong> musical theatre companies this year? It's wonderful!</div>
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Now, it is still kind of like school in the fact that you can pick your classes and you have specific schedules for the day. </div>
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Since you have a lovely block schedule to fill, and four classes to choose besides an extra serving of company everyday it's important to choose wisely. Are you going for humorous classes? Singing heavy classes? Musical theatre classes? Basically what you want to work on are the classes you should be taking, not just an easy ride, something that will help you and hopefully make you better!<br />
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Being the geek I was, one of my days is a crazy intellectually charged day while the other is all fun all the time. You can guess which day has Political Theatre and Poetry Slam or Pitched Perfect and LOL Lab just by looking at the names. Yeah, I sure packed in my geek classes as always. </div>
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Basically, the schedule works like this every day:<br />
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9:00 // Be there or be square<br />
9:00-9:05 // Daily announcements, aka don't walk alone and the Performance of the Day<br />
9:05-9:15 // Warm up those vocal chords and dancing feet<br />
9:15-10:30 // Time to work on whatever your company is creating<br />
10:30-11:30 // Elective numero uno<br />
11:30-12:30 // Sack lunch, or if you actually have money, Einstein's, The Pie, Subway, B&D's, etc.<br />
12:30-1:30 // Elective numba two!<br />
1:30-3:30 // More company time to work on your show<br />
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Of course there are some minor details I left out like the time it takes to walk from place to place, but that doesn't take long especially when you're running in the rain *cough* today for example. <br />
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It's been a wonderful month; I've made some unforgettable friendships, ate <em>the best pizza</em>, got a role I adore, got some pretty influential advice, and happened to be in one of the nicest companies out there. Oh and I probably should say that with the help of a fantastic director named Laura, two great accompanists, and several other students I'm going to be performing this Thursday at Kingsbury Hall!<br />
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<em>The Drowsy Chaperone</em> is about an antisocial thespian who finds the record of <em>The Drowsy Chaperone</em> and the show comes to life in his apartment. The show within a show is about a show girl named Janet Van Der Graaf who is leaving the stage for her fiancé, Robert Martin. Mix ups and mayhems occur leaving you wondering if a wedding will ever occur! Oh did I mention, I'm the Chaperone?<br />
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<strong>Where?</strong> Kingsbury Hall, <span class="kno-fv _uE">1395 Presidents Cir, Salt Lake City, UT 84112</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">I really love poetry. I mean I have an entire board dedicated to it on <a href="http://www.pinterest.com/gactress15/quotes-such/">Pinterest</a>, it's maybe a third of what I post on <a href="http://graciemaysie.tumblr.com/">Tumblr</a>, and practically everything that fills all my journals. You think I'm kidding, but I have at least eight journals that I can just pick up and start writing things in for any situation.</span></div>
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My childhood was memorable. Not to mention I can't even unlock that journal.</td></tr>
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<span class="lr_dct_ph"><span style="font-size: large;">ˈpōətrē,</span><span style="font-size: large;">ˈpōitrē :"</span> literary work in which special intensity is given to the expression of feelings and ideas by the use of distinctive style and rhythm; poems collectively or as a genre of literature.<span style="font-size: large;">" </span></span></div>
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Because who doesn't know the sophisticated and wordy definitions like Google off the top of a hat! How many of you know what slam poetry is though? You may have heard of it here and there, seen a few videos like the ones below, but what is it really? </div>
<a name='more'></a><strong>Slam poetry</strong> in my definition, which I promise doesn't compare to that of Webster or Google is a performance art of poetry in which the participants recite a work as individuals or groups for three minutes and are judged according to performance and material in rounds in the hopes of winning often a cash prize. That was wordier than I expected, but it's not as bad as the Google result so take that!<br />
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"<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong>Slam poetry</strong> is a form of competitive performance <b>poetry</b> in which participants offer works no longer than three minutes and are judged by (1 )randomly picked audience members. The winners then progress to higher rounds with new pieces, and the <b>poet</b> with the highest score in the finals wins a cash prize</span>."<br />
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When I was little and even now, I tend to be a bit of a romantic. You can check my Netflix history and minus a few shows here and there it's mainly rom-coms. The Switch? Yep. 27 Dresses? Been there, seen that. So it's no surprise to me, nor will it be to you that more than half of my poems growing up were about love. <br />
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Slam though, is a whole different world of poetry. I mean, yes there are a lot of poems about romance but this is the big leagues of "does he like me, does he not". We're talking <em>cash prizes</em> y'all. Just kidding, it's not all about the money. <br />
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Okay guys, I reeeeeally have procrastinated and oh you will find out if I do get on the YTU Slam Poetry Team, but for now all I have are a few (half-finished) poems that need more work than I could imagine. </div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10330286324138738186noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2469019889131259775.post-66604268432464622792014-07-16T16:29:00.002-07:002014-07-27T19:27:56.156-07:00The Many Summertime StrugglesI realized that my summer has already hit it's Midsummer Night minus the whole dream thing. It's the middle of summer, and I'm in a little bit of a crisis. Oh yeah, did I mention that it's July and that high school resumes it's session in August? <br />
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I'm not freaking out. I promise. Maybe that's a lie, but hey with my schedule I have a little bit to be worried about. Let's just say the word "honors" pops up by most of my classes, along with the word AP for a few. So I'd like my days to remain class free for as long as possible. Whether that be a month and some leftovers.<br />
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So I thought, what else should I write about than the good, the bad, and the oh so interesting summer I've had so far? Recap time!!!<br />
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<li>Nearly dislocating my shoulder on the first day of summer whilst playing Monkey in the Middle was a pretty bad one. It's a great conversation starter though, "Oh you broke your ankle playing soccer well at least you didn't go to the hospital after Monkey in the Middle!" The response is a nice look of oh my goodness who is this girl and how about we don't play that game.</li>
<li>Binge-watching Netflix practically every night to finish a few series, namely <em>Gossip Girl</em>, <em>Scrubs</em>, and <em>Supernatural.</em> If you don't have parties to go to you might as well have a staycation on your own couch.</li>
<li>Staying up till at least 1am every night because sleep? Ha, what's that!? No but seriously children, don't do it. Don't stay up late. It ends badly, I promise.<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<li>Hanging out with all my amigos and meeting even some more friends who I shall love and cherish and all that jazz. Oh the inside jokes.</li>
<li>When it wasn't over 95 degrees. Those days are a true blessing especially considering Utah's heat.<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<li>Everything about Youth Theatre at the University of Utah so far! More about that to come!</li>
<li>The World Cup was pretty fantastic but I swear if any one brings up Brazil vs. Germany one more time I think I might self combust.<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<li><a href="http://gmason17.blogspot.com/2014/06/camp-totally-rad.html" target="_blank">Leadership Camp at Camp Tuttle</a> was the most radical four days in the snow I've spent in a while. Nothing like snow in June right?</li>
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Oh by the way I've saved up enough money for my ukulele, I've started learning chords to a few basic songs as well! What were my other goals for the summer? I remember, I finished my summer reading assignment, at least the reading part. I definitely recommend <em>The Distance Between Us</em> to any of you who aren't physically obligated and already have to read it. I've hung out with friends, so I guess I'm making progress <a href="http://gmason17.blogspot.com/2014/06/its-olafs-favorite-time-of-year-again.html" target="_blank">on my list</a>! I guess you could say I'm scoring a lot of goals, okay bad soccer jokes are as done as the World Cup.<br />
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Speaking of jokes, I think I'll have to end this with a bang so I'll leave you with this gem. Now I don't usually share my jokes so feel special. Alright? Okay here we go:<br />
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"How many ears does Spock have? Three. The left ear, the right ear, and the final front-ear!"<br />
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I love that one, it's geeky and hilarious. Like me! Haha okay but seriously though. This has relieved me of my semi-back-to-school stress a little bit so I guess it's a win win! You get a joke and I get less stress. Boom, happy times in the kingdom.<br />
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Grace Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10330286324138738186noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2469019889131259775.post-35456293774491012062014-07-06T14:06:00.002-07:002014-07-06T20:05:58.747-07:00Grace's Guilty Pleasure: Gossip GirlOkay. I lied, this post isn't going to be about school things related to my 10th Grade Honors English Assignment for the summer. It's going to be something that's a bit more... prevalent in my everyday life... <br />
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Gossip Girl was introduced or in all honesty ranted about by a <a href="http://sray17.blogspot.com/2014/06/on-my-radar.html" target="_blank">close friend of mine</a> for years before I finally began my adventure into the Upper East Side Abyss. She had described it in such detail and wonder to me on our bus rides that eventually I had to begin my Netflix marathons. But soon it became addicting. Like a bag of Hershey's chocolate chips after a hard day at school. </div>
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The show follows the anonymous blogger, Gossip Girl, who documents "the scandalous lives of Manhattan's elite". These so-called elites are...</div>
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<u><strong>Blair Waldorf:</strong></u> Daughter of the renowned fashion designer Eleanor Waldorf, Blair is a highly overachieving but also highly devious "Queen Bee" of a character who's always looking out for her future, whether it be educational or romantic. </div>
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<strong><u>Serena van der Woodsen:</u> </strong>Notorious party girl, Serena returns to the UES with hopes to change. A beauty queen but also an extremely educated and kind girl who's always looking out for her closest friends. A total sweetheart who falls in love maybe a bit too easily, but never doubt her abilities to bounce back from a relationship.</div>
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<strong><u>Chuck Bass:</u></strong> What can I say about Chuck Bass, his name says it all really. Charles "Chuck" Bass is the son of Bartholemew Bass, a success story who has made his fortune within New York City. Chuck is quite the lady's man, filled with charisma and charm with every word he speaks.</div>
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Add in a few more characters like family members and ex-girlfriends or party girls and you get the gist of the show. I know, it's snobby, pretentious, and highly vain... but it's a guilty pleasure show. The best part is, it isn't too poorly written like the ones I used to watch when I was younger.</div>
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Season One: I finished in a day and a half</div>
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Season Three: It really took a while because of finals and everything but I got through it pretty quickly.</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10330286324138738186noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2469019889131259775.post-3347893380983233502014-06-26T16:35:00.000-07:002014-06-26T16:35:26.728-07:00Camp Totally RadI haven't been too punctual recently, but trust me I have the greatest excuse any teenager can say during the summer... I was at camp. No, no, not the one's I'm working at Egyptian or Swaner, but me physically being a camper at a summer camp. Not only was I staying there for about four days, I was also staying overnight. <br />
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For the past four days I've been up in Big Cottonwood Canyon in the forests of Utah. Like most camps situated in forests, it can tend to be a little cold. Fortunately as I am pretty adept to cold living in the mountains 24/7, I was more than prepared when the snowstorm came in.</div>
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Oh yeah, while most of you are chillaxing on the beach somewhere tropical and moist, it was snowing in Utah in June. Consider yourself lucky, or unlucky for a few of you ski-bums. </div>
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These past few days were pretty terrific. Since I've been going to Camp Tuttle my whole life practically, I've always wanted to work there as a counselor. I mean, come on, you get some of the best food in the world for the entire summer in one of the most gorgeous places I know of. I'd call that fantastic. Oh and also, the people are pretty great too! </div>
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. My four days of wilderness were spent at Leadership Camp which meant tons of fun with all the other campers I've been raised with for the past five years. Although, there were a lot of new things that I never expected out of this camp... for example:</div>
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<li>Making friends with some new people, even though I've known them for years I never got to actually <em>know</em> them more than just cabinmates.</li>
<li>Learning a bit more about myself with the help of the <a href="http://www.inclusioncenter.org/" target="_blank">Inclusion Center</a>.</li>
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It was really memorable, especially since I won't be going to Camp Tuttle for their High School camp, which is typically the highlight of my summer. I got to see all the counselors, cabins, and campers I love, so I think I'm set with camp for this summer.<br />
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P.S. If you've been<a href="http://gmason17.blogspot.com/2014/05/summer-english-assignment-101.html#more" target="_blank"> reading my recent posts</a>, you'd know that I have a special catchphrase that says my next post will be about my summer reading assignment... so here it is friends, <em>I'm having lasagna tomorrow for dinner</em>.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10330286324138738186noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2469019889131259775.post-14399963225954956342014-06-10T19:17:00.001-07:002014-06-10T19:17:18.562-07:00My Two Year StreakYou may or not still be reading this blog, but if you are... Congratulations! We have made it to summer vacation together! In honor of this mystic occassion, I have inserted this beauty for our intellectual pleasure.<br />
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Yes. That is a sling upon my pasty pink arm. How did it get there... well that's a novel if I know one. Let us begin at the start shall we?</div>
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In the States, or practically everywhere else that has a game centered on sabotaging short people, we have this game called "Monkey in the Middle". Oh yes, the game that you've been playing since you were a wee lil snippet of life. Yet once you become my age, that game you once jested around with so innocently becomes a fight. To the death. </div>
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Okay not really, but it's pretty competitive when you're competing against these maniacs. Or as I like to call them, Tall Kid,<a href="http://ggabrielson17.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"> Taller Kid</a>, One With A Funny Laugh, <a href="http://clydon17.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">My HomeSlice</a>, and Tall Kid's GirlFriend. It was actually a pretty great time. I know none of them will ever read this, but if they do, I'm sorry for what happened next guys. I really am.<br />
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Monsieur Elbow and Senor Shoulder did not agree on the directions to the ground. My shoulder believed that it had to go the completely inhumanly possible way. It hurt like <strong>hell</strong> my friends. So what did I do, being the legendary woman I am? Didn't cry a single tear... until I got to the ER. Which let me tell you, speed bumps, oh God they kill when you're in excrutiating pain. <br />
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Luckily we found out that it 'tis only a scratch, or a sprain, same thing anyways. I only sustained a major sprain which in my book is not too bad for the first day of summer. <br />
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If you're wondering what that whole "Two Year Streak" was about... Let us just say that this happened last year too. Except last year, I flipped off a trampoline, banged up my shin so bad I had to quit cross-country, and realigned my shin. It was beautiful. <br />
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Maybe next year I will stop my clumsy rampage against the world. Maybe I will stop breaking the "floss every day" rule. Who knows, I may actually keep a New Year's Resolution some day... But we will never know! <br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10330286324138738186noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2469019889131259775.post-60150797506613005712014-06-02T21:04:00.001-07:002014-06-02T21:04:15.856-07:00It's Olaf's Favorite Time of Year Again<br />
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Yup, you heard me right, it is summer at last. Okay, well not <em>at last</em> I mean I still have three days of school and it's not officially summertime till June 21st.</div>
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Since it is nearly summer, I feel that a list of summer goals is in order. Not to mention... Did I even tell you what I was doing to spend my time in the sweet Utah heat? (Ha ha yeah right, more like dry abysmal drought)<a name='more'></a><span style="font-size: large;"><u><strong>Plans for Summer:</strong></u></span><br />
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<u><strong>June</strong></u>: I kick off my summer by heading straight into the workforce... again! Last year I worked at <a href="http://www.swanerecocenter.org/" target="_blank">Swaner Preserve and Ecocenter</a> and <a href="http://www.egyptiantheatrecompany.org/" target="_blank">The Egyptian Theatre</a> as a camp counselor for their summer camp programs. I love my job, honestly it's probably the best way to spend my time rather than being on Tumblr 24/7. At Swaner I get to teach kids about basic scientific things like robotics, biology, sustainability, and chemistry while also having a fantastic time in the process. Egyptian is the same way, except it's doing my forte: acting. I adore showing kids the tricks of the trade because who knows, maybe I'm teaching the next Barbara Streisand or Sutton Foster?<br />
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<strong><u>July:</u></strong> This is where I go back into full scale training mode as July is a month full of theatre. No literally, I'm spending the entire month at the University of Utah's YouTheatre program not to mention I'll be seeing different shows every week. I'm a rookie to the program, so I can't wait to tell you guys what I learn, who I meet, and if I'll ever do it again. Muahaha.<br />
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<strong><u>August:</u></strong> It's weird to be thinking three months ahead, I don't like it at all. In August I will be spending my time at Swaner teaching Lego Robotics and other camps like Outdoor Exploration and maybe even a few surprise camps! I can't wait to get started with this summer even though I'm already typing what will be the end! (That's some inception right there)<br />
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I'll admit this right now, I'm not the best when it comes to setting up goals for myself over the summer. Either I break them or just completely blow them off. It's bad. So when I say I'm making goals, hardcopy, you can physically read and see them on my screen goals, that's saying a lot. All the things I do for you guys. I'm fantastic.<br />
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1 // Learn how to play the ukulele - I know it's kind of crazy, but I've wanted a ukulele since I was a little kid. I have a guitar that I'm... okay at I guess, but I really want to learn how to play the ukulele. I'm thinking about getting my own uke maybe within the month, but right now I'm just finding out info about it all.<br />
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2 // Get my drivers permit - I should have gotten it on my birthday a month ago, but it was finals and honestly do you blame me for not wanting another test? Tomorrow is when I get the packet thingy to study from, but I think that by the end of June I will be permitted to blaze the roads my friends. Watch out.<br />
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3 // Read les livres - Currently there are over 20 books staring me in the face as I type this sentence that have gone unread. Some of these books I bought a year ago, others I bought last week. I plan on reading them <em>all</em> by the time school commences.<br />
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4 // Study a little - I guess this is kind of like #3, but since I'm taking some difficult AP courses next year I'm going to be studying a little bit each week just so that I don't fall behind the curve. Not to mention, since I now hold a position in the Gay-Straight Alliance at my school as Vice President, I also need to study up a bit on my LGBT knowledge. Always learning my friends.<br />
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5 // Hang out with friends - Last year I bailed on this one a lot, I spent a lot of time couped up away from people because of work and other activities. This year I strive to become... popular. Just kidding we all know that won't happen. Hey, at the very least I can just have fabulous right?<br />
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Don't get that summertime sadness,<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10330286324138738186noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2469019889131259775.post-59182898670465836062014-05-22T18:53:00.001-07:002014-05-22T18:56:54.060-07:00Get To Know Grace<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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This is really late. Kind of super dooper, I'm a goofy-goober late... But for all of you who don't know me, I think that we should get to know one another. I should have done this in September for Pete's sake. Guess Pete didn't win this round... Anyways, I've been spending lots of time on Tumblr recently with a few of my close friends when we started playing a game:<br />
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<u>1 // Take a random set of "get to know you" Tumblr questions:</u> Pick a large set, about fifty or so questions, or just Google getting to know you questions to find a large amount. I shall supply you with several at the end.<br />
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<u>2 // Get in a circle and get some blankies and pillows:</u> You're going to be here for a while.<br />
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<u>3 // Divide yourself into small teams of two or three so that the competition gets fierce!</u><br />
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<u>4 // Have one partner be Partner A and the other Partner B (or even Partner C if you have three):</u> A will get questioned for about five questions about Partner B and then you switch. Have one person be the ref who asks the questions and records scores. One point for each correct answer about the other partner.</div>
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<u>5 // The team that knows the most about one another wins!</u></div>
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I've found some good questions from my <strike>hours</strike> time scrolling on <a href="http://tumblr.com/questions">Tumblr</a>, and I thought that I'd answer a few of them for you just so that you get to know a little bit more about me! (Also, if we ever play this you just got like, a lotta points from moi)<br />
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<li>Skipped class? Hahaha yeah right, that proves you don't know me.</li>
<li>Had a job? More than one, I'm working this summer too.</li>
<li>Broken up with someone? Yeppers.</li>
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<li><u>Favorites:</u></li>
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<li>Show? <i>Castle</i> and <i>Scrubs</i></li>
<li>Movie? <i>Remember the Titans</i></li>
<li>Song? Oooh... This one is always changing so don't quote me on this, but "Sing" by Ed Sheeran</li>
<li>Person? I'd love to say my mom or dad because that'd be all sentimental and gooey like a golden marshmallow in June... wait what was I saying? Oh, I'd have to say this old camp counselor I used to have, he was pretty freaking fantastic.</li>
<li>Sound: Rain on a tin roof</li>
<li>Smell: Dew drops and rain</li>
<li>Binge Item: Chocolate</li>
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<li><u>Personal:</u></li>
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<li>Eye Color: Hazel, but it shifts more towards green</li>
<li>Middle Name: Elizabeth, like the Queen. </li>
<li>Zodiac sign: Taurus all the way bay-bay!</li>
<li>Shoe size: Seven eleven. Nope, just seven.</li>
<li>Religion: Eh something or other... Maybe Christian? Who knows really.</li>
<li>Longest Relationship: Three months, yeah I'm supa pro.</li>
<li>Siblings? One lil broski who I love the mostki</li>
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<li><u>This vs. That:</u> </li>
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<li>Cats vs Dogs? Don't tell Princel, but I am definitely a sucker for a pup I can take a run with. Princel on the other hand just sits on my face, while I sleep. So close yet <i>so far.</i></li>
<li>Pie vs Cake? Cake, have you ever tasted Salt Lake Roasting Company's raspberry chocolate fudge? </li>
<li>Airplane vs Road-trip? Airplanes are so lovely, I just can't help but look out the window the entire time.</li>
<li>Straight vs Curly Hair? Is wavy an option because straight hair equals two hours of straightening and curly equals foam curlers in my hair overnight.</li>
<li>Nighttime vs Daytime? I'm quite the daytime person although that does not mean I am a morning person. I'm more like a four in the afternoon kind of girl.</li>
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<li><u>Randoms:</u> </li>
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<li>Do you like your name? I'd say it's pretty <i>amazing</i>, and it's nice and simple to write. Nobody gets it wrong, so yeah, I'd say I like it.</li>
<li>First fandom? HP for the win.</li>
<li>Something that makes you laugh/smile when you think of it? Probably staying up till five am with my friends at running through fields and mid-construction houses.</li>
<li>Something you're looking forward to? This weekend aye aye ayeeee!</li>
<li>One thing you adore about yourself physically? My eyes.</li>
<li>One characteristic you would change about yourself? My athleticism.</li>
<li>Song that you relate to? Snippet of lyrics? "Come and Save Me" by Jagwar Ma</li>
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<li><span style="background-color: white;">"<span style="color: #222222; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;">I don't think you want me like I want you</span><br style="color: #222222; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><span style="color: #222222; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;">What have I got to do to get around it?</span><br style="color: #222222; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><span style="color: #222222; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;">I don't want a love like this" (Don't tell anyone... but I think this is going to be the song of the week)</span></span></li>
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I definitely had way more fun with this than I expected. I recommend you guys try this out, I know you'll try lying to yourself with a few questions, but it's actually really interesting. If you guys love interpersonal things as much as I do, you'll enjoy this. If not, eh whatcha gonna do.. this is my post for the week.<br />
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It's nice getting to know you guys,<br />
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Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2469019889131259775.post-68947414941713571982014-05-19T06:41:00.000-07:002014-05-19T06:41:44.968-07:00Summer English Assignment 101Since none of y'all want to listen to me rant about shows half as much as you want to hear about my life, I'm going to tell you all a secret... shh... It's confidential...<br />
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This blog is going change drastically over the summer. I know, I'm as surprised as you are. Due to my admiration for the English language, I happen to be taking Honors English 10 (super-nerd sophomore English) next year. It's basically preparation for the Advanced Placement classes, English Language and English Literature. As I'm set on taking both of these classes, Honors English 10 is practically inevitable.<br />
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With Honors English comes an honorable task... I must read a book.</div>
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<a name='more'></a>That's no problem for me, I love reading, I just never have the time. This summer is booked though, like last summer. I am working, acting, and working some more within the space of three months. This year though, instead of having to write an essay on a book about the <a href="http://www.amazon.com/The-Killer-Angels-Classic-Trilogy/dp/0345348109" target="_blank">Civil War</a> I get to write blog posts about a book called <i>The Distance Between Us.</i><br />
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That's right, you heard me correctly, I get to <i>blog</i> about a book over the summer. As if I wasn't already pumped for this summer! They will be thought-provoking, controversial, and highly intelligent posts, so I don't expect you to like them that much. </div>
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I mean come on, have you seen the posts you guys like? Seriously.</div>
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If you purposely intend on avoiding my posts for my English assignment, I've devised a code so you'll know when the next one is coming up. So you can "forget" to read it without me freaking out that everyone has stopped reading.<br />
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Since I obviously can't say anything ridiculous within my English assignment posts, I'm going to warn you one post before I make a reading assignment related post by saying the catchphrase...<br />
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I just made that up on the spot, be proud. Now if you are actually a kind soul who cares about my future in English education, I recommend you read my posts over the summer and tell you what I think. Maybe I'll do the same for you... muahaha!</div>
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P.S: Thank you guys again for all the support you've given me during the school year. Everyone who clicked onto this blog of mine maybe on accident or on purpose, I'm grateful for all of you. I hope I can continue to have your support during this summer!<br />
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Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2469019889131259775.post-37921646349254009402014-05-15T09:46:00.000-07:002014-05-15T18:26:43.069-07:00If You Know Nothing About Theatre...I know a lot of you only read this blog because I talk about my own life, a lot, and maybe a bit too often. I enjoy that, it's easy and simple, but that wasn't the intent of this blog. I need to stay true to the theme of this blog, or I'd be a bodacious blogger. I was reminded of this fact by my friend the other day when he complimented the "show" part of "Life As We Show It". Now, what kind of person would I be if I didn't completely geek out about the ten best theatrical shows? Not the Geeky Grace that we both know, GSquared don't roll like that.<br />
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Over the past weekend I faced an existential crisis when I was hanging out with my friends: what are the best Broadway shows and how do I state them without having my theatre friends rip me apart when we disagree?<br />
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The answer? Don't say a word. They may sound petty, but a simple discussion over "which show has a better female lead" can turn into World War III with the misuse of a single word.</div>
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There are ten shows though, that will always be in the Monarchy of Broadway. These are not perhaps the best shows that have ever been on Broadway, but these are perhaps some of the most well-known and the ones that will give you the most death stares if you don't know what they are.<br />
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<u>10 // Death of a Salesman</u> - One of the greatest plays ever performed on Broadway, <i>Death of a Salesman</i> is a classic that opened on Broadway in the late 1940s. This tragedy follows a businessman named Willy and his son Biff, both striving to make it in the business world. <i>I suggest watching this with a parent or a close friend as it is incredibly eye-opening, not to mention a tearjerker.</i></div>
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<u>9 // Grease</u> - I've seen the movie hundreds of times, as I bet you all have too. The actual Broadway musical though, is even more fantastic, if that is even <i>possible</i>. The musical came on Broadway in 1971, and the movie followed it seven years later. It is the classic story of high-school lovers set in the late 50s, of Sandy Dumbroski, a smart and innocent sweetheart, and Danny Zuko, the rebellious teen with a history with the ladies. <i>See it with your friends, your boyfriend/girlfriend, to remember or to imagine what your high school love story would have played out in the 1950s. </i></div>
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<u>8 // Rent</u> - Maybe you know Idina Menzel (Adele Nazib) from <i>Frozen </i>and possibly the next musical I'll talk about, but <i>Rent</i> is truly where she got her Broadway premiere. <i>Rent </i>is quite the liberal show, about a becoming film-maker and the life he's living in. Mark and his friend Roger run into romantic issues, Roger getting over his girlfriend who committed suicide who later meets an exotic dancer named Mimi. Mark and his group of friends live a "bohemian lifestyle", rioting, protesting, and contracting lethal diseases all at the same time. <i>A show about friendship and love, bring your closest group of </i><i><u>liberal</u> friends to see how friendships go through tough times. <table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<u>7 // Wicked</u> - Here's another Idina Menzel show, also a Kristen Chenoweth show not to mention. Most people know the story of Dorothy when she visits Oz, but the less familiar story is that of Elphaba also known as "The Wicked Witch of the West" and Galinda or "Glinda the Good". A story about love and betrayal, friendships and crimes of passion, I highly recommend going as soon as possible. It's kind of freaking fantastic. <i>Go with your madre or your bestie, go with anyone really, just </i><u style="font-style: italic;">go!</u> </div>
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<u>6 // Pippin</u> - The story of a young prince and his journey to find his corner of the sky. Just listen and you'll kind of get the marvelous gist of <i>Pippin</i>. There's also a <a href="http://gmason17.blogspot.com/2013/11/my-corner-of-sky.html" target="_blank">blog post</a> about it. Read my children... <i>Don't go with your mother.</i></div>
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<u>5 // Arsenic and Old Lace</u> - I don't know how I would classify this show, it's kind of comedic... but it's really dark. It's about a murderous family who use different methods to commit homicide. So extremely bright and cheery! <i>Bring a friend, or sit alone... whatever you like.</i><br />
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<u>4 // A Streetcar Named Desire</u> - Okay, this one is super dark. Super dark. Darker than the 99% chocolate I'm going to binge on at Whole Foods. This play is the tragedy of a woman named Blanche and her mental journey to relieve herself of her horror ridden past. But what happens when you try to forget the past? It spits up on your face. Yucky. <i>This show is one I suggest going stag, unless you want your bestie to see you bawl all over the place.</i><br />
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<u>3 // Les Miserables</u> - Red, the blood of angry men! Black, the dawn of ages past! The classic story of the French Revolution and all of the tragedies that occurred during the horrendous war. <i>Take everyone to this show, especially that one history buff you know! Or take your friend that you need to admit feelings towards! Just don't go... on your own!</i></div>
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<u>2 // Chicago</u> - Maybe it's so high on the list because it's all I've been singing and thinking about for the past two weeks, maybe it's not... but Chicago is the musical of dreams. There are no more badass characters than Velma Kelly and Roxie, literally the biggest bamfs on Broadway. Super scandalous, super murderous, and super sexy... and all that jazz. <i>Go with your bestie and get dolled up because this is one fine piece of entertainment that needs a best friend.</i><br />
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<u>1 // Phantom of the Opera</u> - Before you go and watch the movie, read the book, read the script, and see the show. The most incredible musical ever, with the amazing score that only the greatest can play and or sing. There are only a few people in the world with the talents to play Christine and the Phantom. It's that good. It is the King of musicals. <i>Go with ANYONE!</i><br />
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Now you can't quote me on any of these things, and if any theatre geeks carrying torches start looking for me... I'm not hiding in the prop closet I promise. But if you haven't learned anything about theatre in the weeks I've been doing this for English, at least you know ten of the greatest shows ever.<br />
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Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2469019889131259775.post-7996495552881365582014-05-08T16:41:00.000-07:002014-05-08T19:08:33.832-07:00"The Switch" ReviewI feel like I've been talking a lot about my life recently and not enough about the real intention of this blog. The arts. So I'm getting back on track, pulling myself in a new direction as they say in The Addams Family. The other night I watched a fantastic movie, a kind of movie that just has you eating your popcorn (oh wait you're on a detox so you don't have popcorn ha!) and wondering, "How in the world will this end even though I think I know what will happen but hopefully I'm wrong". And thank goodness I was.<br />
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The movie I watched was called "The Switch" and it was released only a few years ago in 2010. Many of you may know the lead roles from Arrested Development and Friends, and yes that is Rachel.<br />
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It begins with a pair of best friends, Kassie and Wally. Kassie tells Wally of her plans to become pregnant by insemination. He feels offended that he is not the sperm donor and well... let's just say at a party he gets a wee bit tipsy and accidentally loses the donation given by Kassie's donor. Oh yes, big oopsy right there.<br />
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After six years, he finally meets his son that he technically fathered... and boy are there similarities. They both eat the same way, he's crazy for knowledge like his dad, he even has the hair and we all know that hair is the key quality in a person! So, if that doesn't sound like the most awkward thing to tell your best friend, that you accidentally fathered her child and kept it a secret from even yourself for seven years or so... you must be living an interesting life my friend. </div>
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But if it was me I'm pretty sure I'd look like this if someone had told me that I had given birth to someone else's baby...<br />
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Now, as <a href="http://sray17.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">many people know</a>, I am an antispoiler kind of gal. Want to know how <i>The Fault in our Stars</i> ends? Not happening. Need to find out what happened on the season finale of <i>Supernatural</i>? Not the gal to ask. So if you think that I am going to spoil <i>The Switch</i>, you are definitely reading the wrong girl's blog. It is a fantastic movie and you all <u>must see it.</u> For realsies though, it's pretty darn fantastic and I recommend it. 10 out of 10. Five stars. Don't look at Rotten Tomatoes, the movie's misunderstood! Like a teenager.<br />
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I don't know about you guys, but the beginning of May is always such an interesting transition for me. You go from a blizarding behemoth of snow on your doorstep every single day to this muddy yet excruciatingly warm weather in less than two weeks. Of course this does allow for a few random showers and snow storms on your birthday every year or so, not like it got old <i>five years ago. </i>Thanks Utah. Anyways, the dawn of spring is upon us so we must commence the festivities!<br />
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<li>May the Fourth Be With You</li>
<li>Cinco de Mayo (or <a href="http://www.washingtonpost.com/blogs/the-switch/wp/2014/05/04/use-this-gif-to-celebrate-star-wars-day-and-cinco-de-cuatro-all-at-once/" target="_blank">Cinco de Cuatro if you watch Arrested Development</a>)</li>
<li>The beginning of a ten day detox</li>
<li>Getting down to fitness</li>
<li>A ten day detox</li>
<li>My birthday</li>
<li>An AP test on Human Geography</li>
<li>SAGE testing</li>
<li>Some more SAGE</li>
<li>A Bio project</li>
<li>Saying goodbye to Señor Dinosaur for once and for all</li>
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I'm feeling a change in the air if you know what I mean. The chemical components of the oxygen we breathe has altered with an atom of hope, okay maybe that's what I mean. But I don't think you guys get how excited I am at the moment.<br />
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We've gone from pre-spring:<br />
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To almost but not really spring:</div>
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To "oh my darn diggity it's shorts weather": </div>
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And eventually we'll get to... summer:<br />
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Now do you understand?! We are so close I can almost taste it, release my inhibitions... wait what? Okay we will have a little jam sesh real quick... Feel the rain on your skin, no one else can feel it for you, only you can let it in! No one else! No one else can speak the words on your lips! <End scene> I don't know what it is guys, maybe it's my gluten-free, non GMO, sugar-free lifestyle I'm starting, but I am so excited... and I just can't hide it. Even I don't sing this many songs on a daily basis, something is almost too perfect about this spring. </div>
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Oh and guys, did I mention... my birthday is in less than five days.</div>
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P.S. if you aren't listening to the song at the top I recommend watching it with all of the gifs, it's had me sitting here laughing for many a minute.<br />
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Hey, hey look what I saw when I logged in this morning? </div>
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Oh yeah, that's right buddy, I hit three thousand views this morning. So as a remembrance of this wonderful day, I shall give you what you have all been wanting and continue to desire even though I promised this blog wasn't all about me: an excerpt of "ma teenage life".</div>
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Now, in the off-chance that we are friends in the real world you probably don't know my birthday. But I know there are some of you who do! That's a real talent you got there, I mean I nearly forgot that I was turning fifteen in less than nine days but wow good for you buddy! That's a talent tantamount to finishing a whole thing of Chapstick and not losing it. I'm quite proud. For those of you who don't, I have already discussed <a href="http://gmason17.blogspot.com/2014/04/how-to-survive-family-reunion.html" target="_blank">three</a> <a href="http://gmason17.blogspot.com/2014/03/birthday-boys.html" target="_blank">birthdays</a> <a href="http://gmason17.blogspot.com/2014/02/party-time.html" target="_blank">that</a> weren't mine so no wonder you're confused.</div>
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I have an issue with birthdays though. Although I love <i>other</i> people's birthdays, I can't fathom any part of my birthday with any ounce of sense until it has passed. </div>
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For instance, where do I look when people sing "Happy Birthday" to me?</div>
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What do I do when my mom wants to tell me about how I was born for the <i>millionth time?</i></div>
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When I plan parties, which trust me isn't that often, it doesn't always end well. That's why I just go to <i>other people's parties</i>. Yet this year I have gotten grief from those who realized that I was about to attempt the same thing that I did last year and not have a party. So guess who gets to plan out a birthday party in less than two weeks? Yup, this chica right here.<br />
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I have already thought of a few ideas, but I keep falling back onto these two. WARNING: Severe nerdiness ahead.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Numéro Uno: A partay-tay at a librar-aye (library) </span><br />
I love libraries, a lot. Evidence of this statement can be seen in previous posts and the fact that I happen to be spending my day at the library at the moment. I love books, j'aime people who love books, and most of all, I adore endless caverns of books. Naturally, it's normal for me to want to have a party including books.<br />
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This party could include going to the urban shopping center, chilling at my favorite hipster coffee house, and roaming through the library with a pack of wild geeks. The dessert to this wonderful entrée of a party would obviously end in a sleepover because, well it's kind of a birthday party staple.<br />
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Even though it was once one of the greatest <strike>dreams</strike> shows of mine as a child, one of my friends mentioned how much fun he thought it would be to explore my town. He doesn't live in the area so I didn't have the heart to tell him that the buses are always late. And unless you want to ride a bike or run everywhere, my town is much larger than it looks. </div>
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Not to mention, because I am such a loyal and devoted friend, we had kind of agreed to playing the Hunger Games (for the second time) in my backyard forest because we're cool cats. Of course there would be <i>other </i>people, but don't tell him... if it was between both of us, the odds would be ever in my favor if you know what I mean.</div>
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This could also end in a movie and possibly bowling if it wasn't the most expensive thing in my town. I mean come on, you're a bowling alley, not a five star restaurant. So... we might end up taking a road trip.<br />
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So now it comes down to the crucial step: planning the party. I really have no idea what I'm going to do, and who knows, maybe I won't even have a birthday party this year <cue slow inspirational song>. I don't know, I guess we'll find out soon enough isn't that right Birthday Lords? Oh, okay don't talk to me, I see how it is. </div>
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Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2469019889131259775.post-31507019857697487442014-04-25T16:13:00.000-07:002014-04-25T16:14:30.874-07:00A Horrible Sing-Along Blog PostI was thinking about writing this blog post a long time ago when I discovered that my favorite show, oh well technically it's a short film, was <u style="font-style: italic;">taken off of Netflix!</u> Now that may sound like no issue to you but what if I told you that this short film in question was Doctor Horrible's Sing Along Blog?!<br />
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Now do you get me? Honestly though, the pain and suffering that I have gone through without beautiful forty-two minutes of <strike>pure</strike> horrible bliss in my week is driving me insane. And why is this you ask? Because I'm kind of in <i>love with this short-film and it has driven me into quoting sprees (that <a href="http://ggabrielson17.blogspot.com/">others</a> can <a href="http://clydon17.blogspot.com/">testify</a> to) and I'm falling into an unhealthy relationship with. </i><br />
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Now speaking of a "Sing-Along Blog" I have to admit... I don't wanna do the singing post. It sounded awesome in March, but that was before I realized how absolutely poorly that could end out. But what did you guys choose?!?<br />
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Since I am such a kind human being, I will make y'all a promise, right here right now. If I sing people's blog posts, I need <u>YOU</u> to submit what blog posts I must sing. Find the weird ones, the wacko-what-the-heck-are-they-writing-about posts, and I'll do it. I will do this because I am a loyal human being. I blame my loyalty on being a Taurus. Stupid astrological sign, why do you have to make me so diligent... Curses.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> </span><span style="font-size: large; text-decoration: underline;">1.Give Me All Your </span><span style="font-size: large;"><u><strike>Money</strike></u></span><span style="font-size: large; text-decoration: underline;"> Blog Posts:</span> Okay not all of them but the really good ones. You know what I'm talking about, the funny ones that make the crowds go, "Ha ha! Our dear author has made a funny," or the ones that make everyone go, "Oh no! Our diligent author has made a horrendous pun tantamount to a palm to the head". If they are not worthy of overenthusiastic eloquent speech patterns then I must say toodaloo to you and your blog post submission.</div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"> <u>2. Send in Yo Friend's Blog Posts:</u> </span>You heard me, send in someone else's post. Oh yes, please do because I well know that there are some diggity-dawg-dang good posts out there that have left me laughing on the floor that were written by <strike>me</strike> others, so I know you do too. Not to mention, watch me not only say but SING the words that you submit. Oh yeah, I'm pretty darn awesome.</div>
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wanted, like Jimmy Fallon and Elmo bustin' a move.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> <u> 3. Teach Me How To Dougie:</u> </span>Oh yeah, that's right, just like the classic song from sixth grade, I need your expertise on some songs yo! If you contact me with a list of songs, you are fantastic. If you send me one, it better be freaking amazing agreed? Coolio. P.S. If you don't pick the songs then I have to. You don't want that, unless you enjoy the Beatles, Marvin Gaye, and Electronic French Jazz as much as I.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><u>4. Watch My "Horrible" Post Unfold:</u> </span>I hope that it will be done in less than a week, but c'mon, we all know me. It will probably be done by tomorrow. Ha ha ha, but really I bet this will be done by my birthday (which is coming up in less than three weeks)!</div>
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Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2469019889131259775.post-70212103848562853622014-04-21T15:57:00.002-07:002014-04-22T09:18:15.293-07:00How To Survive A Family ReunionOver Spring Break I went to Detroit, otherwise known as "Motor City". No, no, I did not go there for the crippling economic times of the city, I actually went to see my family.<br />
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My great ole Grandpa Jim just turned eighty and like my mother says, "You only turn eighty once!" so we had to go. Naturally, I agreed because that meant that this chica got to leave Boxy State R Us, also known as Utah. At this point there were less than twenty-four hours till I would be reunited with my cousins, aunts, uncles, and more cousins!<br />
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<b><u>1. Don't Assume Anything. Ever.</u></b> Setting up expectations for a family reunion is like taking half of the pie out of the tin before everything begins! </div>
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From the moment I sat down at <a href="http://www.hogansdining.com/">Hogan's</a> I knew this reunion was going to be like no other. Considering all the others had been before I was twelve and I hardly remember them, I knew this one would be remembered. We made pretzels, played hide-and-go-seek with the itty bitties (pictured below), stole seats, watched Frozen, and finished an 1,000 piece puzzle. Altogether, it was everything you'd expect in a Mason family reunion.</div>
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<b><u>2. Don't Take Things Too Seriously:</u> </b>For reals here, if you're trying to pack 30+ people in a house/restaurant for over an hour you better have a good sense of humor. This is not Family Feud, I repeat, this is <b><u>not</u> </b>Family Feud! Tread lightly, joke around, and have a good time! Who knows, you may not see this people for several years!</div>
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Example: <i>Hey look, Dominic left his phone on the table... Maybe I should take 200 or so selfies and pictures while he plays tag.</i></div>
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And this beauty:<br />
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He's lucky he's got a sister who doesn't mind 1,322 selfies here and there.<br />
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I am about to embark upon the hardest challenge I have yet to face... so that means I <i>must</i> binge-watch one of my favorite shows to get Day of Silence off my mind. Honestly, I don't think it's going to be that bad. I really don't, I just get these little thoughts like, "haha wouldn't it be funny if you <i>accidentally spoke and ruined the entire thing during first period". </i>Yeah, so I guess my logic is justified. What show have I been binge-watching?<br />
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<a name='more'></a>I discovered this fantastic show thanks to my friend, Bridger. I had heard of it here and there, seen gifs and pictures, but I had never watched it. I honestly thought it was just like <i>Grey's Anatomy </i>or <i>Private Practice</i>, a dramatic soap opera medical show where I'd be sobbing instead of learning about lobotomies and forms of tumors (yeah, yeah I know I like the whole smartie part of it all). Oh my goodness, I was wrong about <i>Scrubs</i> though.</div>
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Starting this show is simple, and binge-watching is even easier. It's yet another one of my favorite sit-coms, but unlike <a href="http://gmason17.blogspot.com/2014/03/how-i-met-your-hold-up.html">HIMYM</a>, it takes place mainly in the hospital of Sacred Heart Hospital and not in a bar. <i>Scrubs</i> follows John Dorian, also known as J.D., who begins his medical career as an intern with his best friend, Christopher Turk at Sacred Heart. </div>
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Now let me tell you something about this show: it is different than any show you've ever watched. This is a show that is filled with medical innuendoes, dance numbers, daydreaming scenes, and life messages. Oh yes, I have learned lots of lessons from this show that include:</div>
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<li>Being lonely is never fun: "Because nothing sucks more than feeling all alone... no matter how many people are around." -J.D.</li>
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<li>Stick by your close friends when they make risky decisions.</li>
<li>Don't date someone you work with. Ever.</li>
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Not to mention, J.D. is a geeky, hilarious, highly romantic nerd of a doctor who I would say is my soul animal. Honestly, there's even a bit of resemblance. Considering I met Zach Braff earlier this year, I would like to add that I have even been in the presence of my spirit animal. Boom, <a href="http://gmason17.blogspot.com/2014/01/graces-guide-to-sundance-2014.html">Sundance</a> for the win!<br />
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Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2469019889131259775.post-46920858080156375242014-04-07T05:12:00.000-07:002014-04-08T07:49:02.763-07:00Thoughts From A LibraryAt the moment I should be editing my research paper about Lesbian Gay Bisexual and Transgender rights, but what am I doing? Mentally sobbing that I can't go on Tumblr Mobile (which is sad enough in it's own respect), browsing through centuries of destroyed LGBT pieces of art, and trying to download <i>A Game of Thrones</i> (the book series, you imbecile) on my school computer. That's educational right?<br />
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Well, I guess not. But sitting here, in this fantastic public library of mine I can't help but think to myself, "I live in a freaking rad city". Since my mother would beat me with a broom if I disclosed my city, let alone where my bedroom window is positioned, I will say I am in the largest city in a nearly perfectly rectangular state in the West that had gay marriage legal for two weeks. Salt Lake City, if you really had to guess. Take that Mom!<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><u>These are "Thoughts From a Library":</u></span><br />
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Me: Do all libraries have coffee shops in them? That's kind of ironic don't you think... what if something happened. Think of the books! *five seconds later* Let's see if I can position my Italian soda on my laptop lid without it spilling.<br />
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Brother needs to go to the bathroom:<br />
Me: Where is the bathroom again? Oh yeah, on every floor. Might as well go to the kid's floor.<br />
Bro: "Let's take the elevator!"<br />
Me: Hehehe, watch out world, clear elevators here I come!<br />
Several buttons are pushed<br />
Both: "Oh great."<br />
*le elevator goes up*<br />
*my stomach flips* *giggles* "OH YEAH BUDDY I'VE MISSED THIS!"<br />
*after going up and down three stories*<br />
Me: "Thank God, I need the loo."<br />
Little Twerps: "The loo? What is she, a Brit?"<br />
Me: I wish.<br />
*bathroom moment*<br />
Me: Will Dom notice if I go on Tumblr for a minute?<br />
Me: Praise free internet. My prayers go out to XMission and their glory.<br />
Me: Crap, I've been in here for fifteen minutes *washes hands and leaves*<br />
Dom: "Do all girls take that long to poo?" (oh yeah he's smooth)<br />
Me: "Get used to it buddy." Some of us can't handle our Tumbladdictions.<br />
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Me: Am I dressed too nice for a library?<br />
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Me: God those chocolate covered espresso beans look nice.<br />
Economic Me: But they cost 80 cents...<br />
Hungry Me: But... chocolate covered espresso beans<br />
Intelectual Me: They could stimulate your work process<br />
Me: "Dad, could I have 80 cents?"<br />
Dad: "Take a dollar"<br />
Me: Bingo bango.<br />
*buys chocolate covered glory*<br />
Me: Here's a twenty-cent tip cute barista boy.<br />
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Me: All I want for Christmas is a... charged iPhone battery. Where did my charger go? Curses.<br />
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Me: I'm craving to actually do work.<br />
Me: Blogging is work.<br />
Naughty Me: You tricky, tricky girl.<br />
Me: Self-manipulation, Grace's finest creation<br />
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Me: I miss Salt Lake City, I think I'm beginning to like living here again.<br />
Economic Me: But the commute is horrible remember?<br />
Me: Who invited you Debbie Downer?<br />
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Me: I want to read a book<br />
Me: You always said you wanted to read <i>A Game of Thrones...</i><br />
Me: YAAASSSSS<br />
Me: Oh wait, looks like you have to read a Kaplan book, an AP Human Geography textbook, some more LGBT history, and your own obituary before you'll have time for that.<br />
Satan: Haha, deal with it.<br />
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Me: Being a barista looks fun<br />
Me: I could steal chocolate covered espresso beans<br />
Judicial Me: If you did that you'd get a felony, fired, and probably have the beans taken back.<br />
Me: Eh, it looks like crappy wage anyways.<br />
Me: But think of the beans...<br />
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Me: I'm just going to pretend like I've finished enough work for today.<br />
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The irony in that title is <i>pure.</i> Hehehe, oh I made a funny. But seriously, let's get down to business (to defeat... the silence). It's time to make a change.</div>
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The Day of Silence is an annual event that occurs mid-April every year to recognize the silencing effect of anti-LGBT bullying and harassment in schools. Students, teachers, and administration members vow to be silent for an entire day to support those who have been made silent due to taunting, ridicule, and harassment.<br />
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The Day of Silence this year is on April 11th, 2014. I know, that is the Friday before spring break for a lot of us. The event lasts from sunrise to sunset, or even later if you want to make a giant difference!<br />
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Look at this video, that's why.</div>
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You and all your friends can be a part of Day of Silence in only a few simple steps. The first thing you need to do, is ask yourself, is this something I can really commit to? This is serious guys, it's no laughing matter. It is really challenging to be silent all day, but I know you can do it.<br />
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<li>Register at <a href="http://action.glsen.org/page/s/day-of-silence">GLSEN.org</a>: In order to make a real change, we need to show our strength in numbers. Imagine how incredible it would be if we made this Day of Silence the largest day yet!</li>
<li>Inform Your Teachers: Unfortunately, Day of Silence does not permit you to purposely remove yourself from classwork and discussions. Although you have the right to free speech, GLSEN states that you must speak if your teacher demands that of you. If you tell your teachers before hand they are more likely to respect your wishes and permit you to remain silent in their class.</li>
<li>See the Signs: Our best friend, GLSEN, has us all prepared for those annoying kids who make you want to scream even when you can't speak. I have attached links to all the <a href="http://dayofsilence.org/PDFs/dos_palmcard.pdf">hand cards</a>, <a href="http://www.dayofsilence.org/getinvolved/">digital hand cards</a>, <a href="http://action.glsen.org/page/s/selfies">taking a Selfie for Silence</a>, <a href="http://www.dayofsilence.org/getinvolved/">cover photos</a>, and everything else!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<li>Four Shouts for You, Glen Coco: Share the news! Spread the word! Make yourself heard (well, not really but you know, figuratively man)! Tell your internet friends about the change you're making! Tell your friends on Facebook and get your crazy relatives to comment on it! Show those celebrities you mean business and tweet all about it on Twitter! SHARE IT GUYS C'MON!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<li>Have Your Questions Answered: Still got a few questions about the event? Why you should participate? What Day of Silence is all about? Have no fear, Grace is here! Well, actually it's GLSEN that can answer all your questions... but I can help! If you have any major questions, check out the <a href="http://www.dayofsilence.org/faqs/">FAQ page</a> or if you need something small answered, go to <a href="http://gmason17.blogspot.com/p/so-this-is-grace.html">my bio</a> and contact moi!<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Guys, I don't always do posts like this, supporting a cause, but this is extremely important to me. I swear, every time I hear the word "faggot", "fag", "dyke", "tranny", or even "that's so gay" I want to start a revolution. This <u>is</u> our revolution. Listen to the words of my best broseph, Michael when he says <i>"If you want to make the world a better place, take a look at yourself and make a change". </i><br />
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(Wo)man in the mirrorAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2469019889131259775.post-85598556806505040062014-03-30T21:56:00.000-07:002014-03-30T22:00:07.068-07:00Happy Holi-DaysOkay guys, you can stop hiding. This weekend was incredibly special to me as even I was a bit nervous about this weekend because guess who had a Region Drama Competition and a Holi Festival to go to in two days? This girl right here.<br />
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"Oh my squash, hallelujah my day has come!" "Nope. Nope. Nopity-nope nope."</div>
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<u><span style="font-size: large;">Saturday - </span>Region Drama Competition:</u> <span style="font-weight: normal;">I woke up at five on a Saturday for one reason and only one reason: Region Drama. We drove there, waited <i>an hour and a half</i> and finally started the competition. I was participating in the dramatic monologue competition, which let me tell you, is always highly competitive. I was not only going against the one and only Emma, but a sensation named Mateja plus all the other competition in the region. Gorgeously talented people indeed.</span></h4>
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<span style="font-weight: normal;"> In the end Park City took home 1st One Act, 1st and 3rd in Dramatic Monologue, <a href="http://ssondrup17.blogspot.com/">1st in Comedic Monologue</a>, 1st Musical Theatre, 3rd Contemporary Scenes, and third overall. Not to mention, I met some fantastic kids there from a rival school in our region, Juan Diego. *Muse voice from Hercules* And whoda thunk? </span></h4>
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<u><span style="font-size: large;">Sunday - </span>Holi Festival (Festival of Colors):</u> <span style="font-weight: normal;">I type this sentence after not one but two excruciatingly long, oops-I-used-all-the-hot-water showers. That's not to say that I didn't love Holi Fest, because I absolutely adored it. This was my second time going, with mi amigos, Brady, Casey, Isaac, Whitney, and Brady's wonderful mother, Alisa. </span></h4>
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<span style="font-weight: normal;">We drove off harmonizing songs from Lehi to Spanish Fork, which was a surprisingly longer drive than I remembered. We happened to be some of the first people at the festival this year so we parked and went in. If you've never been to a Holi Festival, you'd be shocked to find out that this colorful and crazy party is alcohol and drug free. I know, it's hard to believe considering the happiness and friendliness of all the people, but it is just a "sacred" space for everyone.</span></h4>
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<span style="font-weight: normal;">Actually, it's really a ton of people celebrating spring and unity, and being a part of a different culture. It also means dancing like no one is watching (well as long as you're in my group) and wearing different animal masks (yet again, typically only my group). I sit in my bed successfully worn out, my legs hurt from jumping, dancing, and swaggering around; my arms have put themselves in the air like they just didn't care many a time; and my face has been washed time after time even after wearing a gorilla mask. <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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In one day, I think Isaac, Casey, and I took at least fifteen selfies, thirty family photos, and at least four giant group photos for other people. Not to mention, a reporter from <a href="http://www.deseretnews.com/home/">The Deseret News</a> came and photographed us several times, we were like her personal muses. It was fan-freaking-tastic. </div>
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I was also thrown on shoulders, nearly crowd surfed, hugged strangers, competed in a dance battle, covered people in chalk, and met new friends, I mean, that's a good day right there!</div>
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I can definitely say that I have been cleansed. Seeing my best friends for the first time in a few months was amazing, not to mention we got to repeat our favorite tradition. I cannot wait till next year to do this again! If you didn't get the chance to go to the temple in Spanish Fork this year, I promise the wait will be worth it. I shall leave you with photos from le Color Fest.</div>
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Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2469019889131259775.post-68800891826954000662014-03-27T06:26:00.000-07:002014-03-27T16:43:21.223-07:00Radical Whatever Floats Your Boat<div style="text-align: center;">
You asketh, and so thou shalt receiveth... this is ma life at the moment. And it is all about being...</div>
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Wait, no, before you get all excited about me doing a <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0088847/" target="_blank">Breakfast Club</a> post... wait, that's a great idea! Scratch what I was about to tell you, I have a marvelous idea. You wanted me to tell you what's going on in this pint-sized mind of mine? You want to know why the Breakfast Club is fantastic? Five words: a lot of things bro. </div>
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I'm not saying there are revolutions going on besides those in Ukraine and Syria that are more important. Yet, in the past month or so, students in Utah, the United States, and all across the world are sticking up for their rights and the rights of their peers. I'm totally cool with that, actually I support it one hundred percent!</div>
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To quote Bender from The Breakfast Club, "If he gets up, we'll all get up, it'll be anarchy". And he's right. If one of us stands up for something we believe in, like unfair detention rules, we will be heard and our cause will be supported. </div>
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But there's an issue with belief. Personally, I believe that people are free to state their own opinions and sides on matters as long as they don't force others to believe that way. You do not have to believe how I believe. Living in a highly conservative community it is important to stick up for your views, but never <i>ever imply that others must regulate to your rules</i>. It's rude, it's radical, and it's disrespectful.<br />
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This was seen in The Breakfast Club when the group discuss their issues and what got them into detention that wonderful Saturday March 24th, 1984. People were judgmental and cruel, like many high schoolers, but eventually they empathized with one another.</div>
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How about we say that together, "Empathy is good". Now I hate to preach (and sorry if you took this as a sermon) but I'm getting tired of people constantly arguing one side of an argument, even if their side is the obvious choice, and refusing to see it from another perspective. I mean are you seriously so ridiculous not to realize that you may be WRONG?! </div>
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Ugh. Gah. Nope. I just can't do this anymore. </div>
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If you don't believe the way that I do about this topic, I understand. Not everybody thinks the same way about everything. Yet, I want people to realize where I'm coming from with this. Ranting about social issues won't change them unless you are willing to see and understand the views of the other side. Change is not a one-sided battle, it is cooperation and compromise for a better future.</div>
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A brain, an athlete, a basket case, a princess, and a criminal. </div>
Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2469019889131259775.post-33630304308024644102014-03-20T16:36:00.000-07:002014-03-22T08:56:32.426-07:00Book vs. Movie: Catching FireSo it's been only four days and the "Should I Make a Video Singing Other People's Blog Posts" poll has already gotten a solid seven votes. Oh and guess what the results are at the moment?<br />
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Now that we've established the inevitability of serenading all of you, let us dive into a world of dystopia and girls on fire. We're going to Panem.</div>
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<a name='more'></a> Ah yes, Panem, home to all the survivors of several apocolypses that impacted the world over thousands of years. Also home to an evil dictator, a stubborn young girl, a boy with bread, a friendzoned best bro, and oh yeah this giant freaking sacrificial ritual called the Hunger Games. </div>
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<i>Catching Fire </i>the second book in the <i>Hunger Games </i>series, or the second film of the same series if you're a film junkie. <i>Catching Fire </i>happens to be my favorite fantasy book, although all the <i>Divergent</i> and <i>Matched </i>books are close seconds. Out of all the books in the series, <i>Catching Fire</i> was the most action-packed, emotionally intense, and mind-blowing out of the three. I started and finished the book in one night, taking breaks to cry and laugh, but mainly to cry. There was a lot of crying in this series, I must say.</div>
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Yet like many film adaptations, <i>Catching Fire</i> was a miss on several points. I know, I know, I can't have everything in a movie, but we deserve to have the same story as the book. In <i>Catching Fire</i>, Susanne Collins was not an author of screenplay, making it simple for the movie-makers to go a bit in their own direction. These were my reactions to the differences between the movie and the book:</div>
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<li><b><u>What happened to the year between the Quarter Quell?</u></b> <span style="font-weight: normal;">In the book Katniss spent nearly an entire year before being reaped into the Hunger Games for the second time while we spent only a few days in the movie. We found out about her new life, how things were changing in District 12, and how things were going with her family, friends, and others in the town.</span></li>
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<li><b><u>Gale was not whipped for being a kind hero, he was hunting turkeys.</u> </b><span style="font-weight: normal;">Oh my goodness, little details but come on, don't make him better than he needs to be! Oh and did I mention, his whipping forgot about Darius, the nice peacekeeper? Speaking of which...</span></li>
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<li><b><u>Who is Haymitch and where did he come from?</u></b> <span style="font-weight: normal;">Before you start ranting, yes I know who he is, but do Peeta and Katniss ever find out? Do they ever watch several videos of the previous games on the train? <i>Do they ever figure out how their mentor became their mentor?!? </i>No they do not!</span></li>
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<li><b><u>Snow.</u> </b><span style="font-weight: normal;">Not that much different, still evil, corrupt, and malevolent, but several details were changed. He never had a granddaughter for one, his story wasn't a large element in the book, and the whole blood in the champagne bit? Weird and left unexplained until the third movie... DUN DUN DUN! (Happy now <a href="http://jcase17.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Julia</a>?)</span></li>
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<li><b><u>Boy with the... What?</u> </b><span style="font-weight: normal;">Really little, but do we wever find out about Bonnie and Twill and their bread story? Nadda. Not to mention, we don't even hear about District 13 and how people believed that it was out there somewhere. Also, Madge is still not in the movie. Disappointment 2.0.</span></li>
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So as everyone rushes out to go see <i><a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1840309/" target="_blank">Divergent</a></i> this weekend, a word to the wise, even the greatest books get snubbed of the details sometimes. Don't be surprised when they forget perhaps the biggest subtextual issue and make it vague for the screen. That's Hollywood for you. Remember, once you get tired of staying up till midnight to see a B+ movie of an A+ book you can always read the book again!<br />
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Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2469019889131259775.post-34363828594137119502014-03-14T17:50:00.001-07:002014-03-18T07:02:14.327-07:00Illegally BlondeFeminism in the movies? What is this thing you speak of? Do people actively campaign for social justice in rom-coms and dramatic films? Yes, yes they do. Some movies are so incredible that the subliminal message of girl power is quoted and repeated many years after it is released. That happens to be the case with one of my <i>favorite</i> films in existence: <i>Legally Blonde</i>.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Okay, maybe a bit overboard, but there is no problem with being a dreamer!<br />
Courtesy of <a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2014/02/26/legally-blonde-trivia_n_4847361.html" target="_blank">Huffington Post</a></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Reese Witherspoon being gorgeous as always.<br />
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Being an advocate for women's rights, I adore films that support girl power, feminism, or whatever you wish to call it! Recently a <a href="http://agardner17.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">few</a> <a href="http://sray17.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">of</a> <a href="http://afolau17.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">my</a> <a href="http://sfosburg17.blogspot.com/2014/03/dress-codes-are-kind-of-sexist.html" target="_blank">really</a> <a href="http://jcase17.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">close</a> <a href="http://rdomonoske17.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">friends</a> and I have been discussing the importance of feminism, and the media always surfaces in our discussions. My mother being the wonderfully wise woman she is, showed me films like <i>Legally Blonde</i>, <i>Miss Congeniality</i>, and <i>9 to 5</i> since I was a little kid. Thank goodness for that, or else I would have missed out on this totally amazing movie.<br />
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Elle Woods, president of the Delta Nu sorority at CULA had everything a girl needed: the look, the clothes, the boy, and the Bruiser, her Chihuahua of course! <b>SPOILERS AHEAD</b>! On a big date with her Boo, Warner, he dumps her instead of proposing like she expected. She makes it her mission to get into Harvard Law School so that she can win Warner back. After being accepted Elle faces loads of criticism by her peers and professors based on their first impressions of her. She even discovers that Warner never appreciated her for who she was, just the outer shell of makeup and incredibly fashionable clothes. She worked hard to obtain a prestigious internship from her professor, an internship where she'd be working a controversial court case. She soon discovers her professor had been using her once he made sexual advances toward her. She has a moment of weakness then gets right back up to win the case stronger than ever! Hence ending one of the greatest movies ever.<br />
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Not to mention, this movie has the greatest collection of gifs, pictures, and quotes one could ever hope for. Here are some of the best gifs, quotes, and pictures from <i>Legally Blonde:</i><br />
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If you know me as well as you think you do, you'd know that I am not afraid to do the Bend and Snap at any time of the day. Just woke up? Bennnd and snap! Tripped in front of your crush? Bennnd and snap! Made it into Harvard Law? Bennnd and snap! </div>
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Courtesy of S<a href="http://www.sometimeshealthylivingblog.com/2014/02/17/5-sometimes-healthy-things-to-do-after-a-breakup/" target="_blank">ometimes Healthy Living Blog</a></td></tr>
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This one speaks for itself. Exercise is good for you even though it is sometimes painful, ugly, and <strike>heartbreakingly evil</strike> difficult. When I find myself in times of trouble, Elle Woods comes to me, speaking words of wisdom, "Happy people just don't shoot their husbands, they just don't".</div>
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This one happens to be my favorite because it is humorous and it breaks stereotypical prejudice at the same time. Honestly, she's not wrong though, orange is <i>not </i>the new pink <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt2372162/" target="_blank">or black for that matter</a>. Could you imagine movies like "Pretty in Pink" being called "Pretty in Orange", more like "Outrageous in Orange" am I right?</div>
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If Elle Woods can go through an absolute traumatic series of events and graduate at the top of her class at Harvard, you can pass your finals. No matter what's going on it is important to remain true to yourself, work hard, and have faith.</div>
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I love this movie with a passion as many of <a href="http://ssondrup17.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">you</a> know. I feel like I should make this a thing, talking about my favorite movies weekly or something like that. Not to mention I have wayyy too much fun looking through endless Google pages of gifs of the Bend and Snap.<br />
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Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2469019889131259775.post-30153631452535335372014-03-12T18:13:00.004-07:002014-03-13T09:00:14.977-07:00You Want Random? I'll Give You RandomRecently I have been <strike>obsessing</strike> checking the amount of votes on my "What Should I Write About" poll. After looking at it several times I now know that you all, or as people in my native state say, y'all want to know about music and my life! Oh be prepared for some wacky and weird things, because that is one interesting combination.<br />
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For each random situation that's going on, there will be a song to follows it up plus a review by moi. Today's concert consists of three selections, all of fresh, intriguing, and zesty proportions.<br />
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Song: "Fever" by Peggy Lee: There are a few people who I think could have given me this "fever", <a href="http://bcroce17.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">a band geek</a>, my brother (no blog included), and <a href="http://gmason17.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">this thespian</a>. This song is as my mom just said, "Super sultry and hot with a capital H". It's one of those songs you just get grooving to, I mean come on, it's classic jazz.<br />
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<li><span style="font-size: large;"><u>L'inscription de Mes Nouvelles Courses:</u> </span>That says "The Registration for My New Courses" if you are not studying français. As discussed in my <a href="http://gmason17.blogspot.com/2014/03/back-to-future.html#more" target="_blank">last post</a>, je n'aime pas inscription (I do not like registration). Everyone knows that March is the month of madness, for both basketball and students everywhere. Picking classes, gaining signatures, oh and remaining sane! Oh goody! The one thing that I am truly excited for is the chance of possibly taking medical courses like Intro to Emergency Medical Services if my other courses fall through. </li>
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Songs: "Campus" by Vampire Weekend and "School Days" by Chuck Berry: Why two songs you ask? Well, there are a lot of songs about high school apparently. After lots of deliberation, I chose "Campus" because it's a lot like the music I like and so is "School Days". "Campus" is a student that everyone reading this blog would say is definitely not me, but doesn't that sound nice? Sleeping on the balcony? Anyways, "School Days" is a classic that can relate to everyone, no question about it. </div>
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Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2469019889131259775.post-52268960961993982072014-03-07T22:03:00.000-07:002014-03-12T18:34:48.699-07:00Back To The Future As we all know, Back To The Future is an awesome cinematic masterpiece about the coolest kid on the block, Marty McFly, and his adventure thirty years into the past with Dr. Emmet "Doc" Brown to make sure his parents become a couple. This of course is one of the single greatest plot lines to be written in the history of man. Oh, and guess what? This happens to coincide with the fact that <u>I cannot stand planning out the future.</u> Thanks registration.<br />
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The vest that is, I've named him Pierre.<br />
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If you've never watched <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0088763/?ref_=nv_sr_1" target="_blank">Back to the Future</a>, then get prepared because your mind is about to be blown. So Marty McFly, he's your average 80s bad boy with wicked hair and a neat-o vest, oh yes <u>neat-o</u>. He meets up with Doc and finds out about his time machine that needs 1.21 jigawatts of power, "plutonium from the Libyans", and the car's speed to reach 88 miles per hour (refer to the first gif). </div>
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He gets stuck in the past, messes up his own timeline by becoming his mom's crush, and helps his dad to get the girl (his mom). I won't spoil the ending, but what do you think happens if the movie is called Back to the Future?</div>
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When I think of the future I get anxious, anxious to the point of concern. Will I turn left or will I miss my soulmate completely? Will I sleep in and get that extra point on my MCAT so I go to Johns Hopkins University? Nope, nope, I'm done. </div>
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Thanks to registration for 2015 classes and the end of the quarter coming up I am left with a constant thought of "will you get into college if you do that" repeating in my head. This happens every year around this time, well now and around my birthday because I can't remember a darn thing I want. That's pretty bad too.</div>
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Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2469019889131259775.post-71674326042643121882014-03-05T22:11:00.002-07:002014-03-05T22:16:37.521-07:00How I Met Your---HOLD UP!<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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The first time I watched <i>How I Met Your Mother </i>I was a wee pipsqueak at the ripe old age of ten. I remember turning on my picture box with my magical rectangle of control to only press the wrong button. I wished to watch Dancing With the Stars, as any young girl would, but I pressed the two button instead of the four. In my head I was thinking, "Crap, I'm missing Derek dance!" Yet little did I know that this small mistake would change my tv watching days forever.<br />
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The thing is... this show is ending in less than a month. In l<u>ess than a month</u>. <b style="text-decoration: underline;">LESS THAN A MONTH PEOPLE!</b><br />
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I have watched this show, never mind my mother's disapproval, from the middle to the end. Hey don't blame me, I was six in 2005, do you think I would even <i>understand</i> HIMYM back then? Doubt it. So from mid-series to series finale, I have been faithful. While I have ditched shows like Glee and Once Upon A Time, I have stayed true to my one and only How I Met Your Mother.<br />
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Although some say that it should have ended several seasons ago *cough* losers *cough* I believe that the show has remained constantly hilarious. My favorite running gags throughout the show include:<br />
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Courtesy of <a href="http://www.fearlessandloathing.com/2013/08/5-things-you-should-do-this-week-because-you-cant-do-them-at-oberlin/" target="_blank">Fearless and Loathing</a></td></tr>
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I have no clue how the rest of my teenage life will unfold without looking forward to another new episode every Monday. Will there be another show like How I Met Your Mother? Oh no, not in your wildest dreams... but maybe there will be a sitcom that is nearly as good.</div>
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Okay, okay, we're almost done but I'm leaving you on a humorous note. I have spent hours upon hours watching bloopers and funny moments that occurred in this show, I thought I might as well share these moments with you guys, my loyal readers. These videos say more than any five hundred word blog post could.</div>
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