Sunday, December 13, 2009

A Thousand Cranes

So if you read my blog, you probably saw me mention a little show I'm a part of here at BYU called A Thousand Cranes. You might've heard about it from me or someone else before, but I figured that I would take this opportunity to officially tell YOU about this show. I'll do this by answering some of the frequently asked questions I've already received.

Q: What is this show about?

A: A Thousand Cranes tells the true story of Sadako Sasaki, a girl who was diagnosed with radiation sickness, years after the atomic bomb was dropped on Hiroshima. This play is an adaptation of the children's novel Sadako and the Thousand Paper Cranes that is required reading in many elementary schools in Utah.

Q: Is this a BYU production?

A: Yes it is! This is my first mainstage production with BYU and I'm thrilled. BYU does two "Young Company" productions a year and this is one of them.

Q: What's a Young Company production?

A: Two of the nine productions this year are Young Company productions. Young Company productions are short plays written for children and families that play for two weeks at BYU and also go to various elementary schools throughout the state to perform and teach workshops.

Q: When and where can I see it?

A: A Thousand Cranes will play at BYU's Nelke Theater from February 2-13 at 7PM with 2PM and 4PM matinees on the 6th and the 13th. There are also performances at the Covey Center on Center Street in Provo on March 2nd & 3rd, a performance at the Orem Library on March 29th. The elementary school tour goes throughout the entire semester, ask me if you want details on that.

Q: Didn't you say you went to Topaz for this? And met with Chieko Okazaki? What's this about?

A: We have a partnership with the Topaz museum. Topaz is one of the many internment camps that Japanese-Americans were sent to during World War II. The Topaz museum was in possesion of 123,000 paper cranes (one to represent each Japanese-American sent to an internment camp) and has loaned them to us to use as a lobby display. Sister Okazaki came to learn about our production and also to help us string some of the cranes. Many students have volunteered to help us string them. We did also get to visit Topaz located west of Delta, Utah. That experience is worthy of a post in and of itself which I regret not doing now. You can read about all of this here: http://www.athousandcranes.net/

Q: Where do I get tickets?

A: Right here! Apparently that link has problems so if it doesn't work go here: http://www.byuarts.com/calendar/eventdescription_v2.php?eventid=94 and click on "Buy Tickets Now!"
You can also get tickets to the Covey Center performances here.

Q: Aren't you in another show in addition to this one?

A: Yes I am. You're going to have to wait to hear more about that one though.

I'm so excited to be a part of this. I have already learned so much in preparation for this project and can't wait to share it with everyone! Hope to see you there!

Monday, December 7, 2009

Today is Just One of Those Days

I'd like to think that I'm generally a good person. I like people, I try my hardest to be nice to them. I love people. Sometimes...you just have those days. Today I'm just...angry. I can't help it. I'll keep it to myself. In the meantime:

Thursday, November 26, 2009

Happy Thanksgiving!



And yeah, let's just pretend that the sketch ends once Lucy shows up...

Thursday, November 19, 2009

A Typical Day

So this one time, I got a paper cut. It was really scary. I did this:


I ran into the kitchen to wash my finger and my roommate was watching movies. I like movies. I talked about one of my favorite ones:


Then, I caught someone eating my triscuits:


Walrus:

Thursday, November 12, 2009

Recent Happenings

So, I'm sitting in the library. I'm in the middle of writing a monstrous research paper and I need a break.



Yesterday, I got to meet with a former member of the General Relief Society Presidency, Sister Chieko Okazaki. She was the first non-caucasian to be called to the hierarchy of the church and has also written several notable LDS books. I'm in a show here at BYU called A Thousand Cranes (which I am now realizing I never wrote about here. Look forward to a post once tickets go on sale). Sister Okazaki heard about our show and was so interested that she made a trip here to meet the people involved. She met with us, the cast, first. The seven of us made a little presentation for her and told her about the show and such. We told her about why this piece was chosen, the educational outreach of the show towards children, and our concept and plan to honor Japanese citizens through awareness.

We then got to sit around a table and simply have her chat with us. She told us how her early life in the United States was a "living hell" even though she was never put into an internment camp. She told us how it was nearly impossible for her and her husband to find living accomodations (they eventually lived in a church member's basement, secretly) and how her husband was discriminated against in grad school. She had to watch her elementary school class dwindle in number since her student's parents "didn't want their children to be taught by a 'Jap'." She even said she had to fight for her children who were liberally harassed, starting in Kindergarten. All of this was so hard for me to hear. Yes, it does hit home with me, being a Japanese-American myself, but at the same time, I almost felt guilty. I am only a second-generation Japanese-American, yet I have lived a life that is almost completely devoid of any discrimination. I can't say that I know what the future holds, but I truly realized how blessed I have been throughout my entire life to live in such perfect conditions.



Also present at this meeting was a representative from the Topaz museum, whom we are partnered with. Our show will feature a lobby display with artwork and photography not only from Hiroshima, but also Topaz. The most exciting part of this display is the 123,000 (yes you read that number right) cranes that will be hung in conjunction with the artwork. The 123,000 cranes represent the 123,000 Japanese citizens who were sent to internment camps during World War II. And lucky for us, Topaz has kindly allowed us to borrow them and display them for the public for the very first time.

All of this is overwhelming to me. I can't help but feel that this project is so very inspired. Having family that fought and were victims to World War II on both sides, I have always been very passionate about World War II. I am so very grateful to be a part of this project; I'm not only excited to be involoved in an art form that I love so much, but also to tell a story with subject matter that I am very passionate about.


That'll wrap it up...back to my paper.

Wednesday, November 4, 2009

Thank You

So I wrote this back in October. I decided I would wait until Thanksgiving to post it but then I thought about it, and realized that if I did wait until Thanksgiving, it would lose some of its meaning. Don't get me wrong, Thanksgiving is one of my very favorite holidays and I love taking time to be extra grateful then, but I shouldn't have to wait for a holiday to thank people. People are always worthy of praise and thanks, no matter the time of year.

Thanks to:

  • Heavenly Father
  • Anyone who ever passes me on campus, driving, at Alpine, or in the library, and either smiles, waves, or says hello.
  • The guy that rides his bike up and down Bulldog Boulevard everyday. You make me smile
  • Children on YouTube. You're hilarious.
  • Idiots on YouTube. You're hilarious.
  • People that walk and listen to music and dance to it as if nobody is watching.
  • Brigham Young University
  • Davis High School
  • Farmington Junior High School
  • Knowlton Elementary
  • The city of Kaysville, Utah. Even though I'm from Farmington by technicality, Kaysville will always be my home town.
  • The kids that wait outside Brother Bott's mission prep class a half hour early in order to get the best seats. I wish I were like you.
  • The two guys who, without fail, sit on the front row in Brother Bott's class every class period and then give up their seats to any girls that are sitting on the floor.
  • Anyone that uses the phrase "on my mission" sparingly, not liberally.
  • Music.
  • Old friends that come and sit by me when I'm studying in the library.
  • The drivers that give me, the pedestrain, the right of way.
  • The girl that pushed a man in a wheel chair across the sloped street by the Tanner Building. I was watching you.
  • To the Young Ambassadors that walk behind me on my way home and practice their duet. It gives me chills.
  • Advanced Theater 2008-2009.
  • People that text me for no reason at all. It helps with the loneliness.
  • Art.
  • Anyone that comments on my blog, comments on anything Facebook related, or follows me on Twitter. I appreciate it.
  • All the virtual friends that I've accumulated since the beginning of 2008, especially those who've come to me with questions about "that light about him."
  • Friends that go out to eat with me when I'm craving something. Even if they just watch me eat.
  • The man that runs India Palace on Center Street. You are the nicest restaurant owner I know, not to mention the food is spectacular.
  • BYU 14th Ward
  • Farmington 8th Ward
  • Whoever, to this day, continues to swim in the pool every morning. You're somewhat of an alarm clock and I marvel at your desire to swim in 30 degree weather.
  • Whoever throws apples into the pool. I laugh every time.
  • The group of people that rode through the courtyard on bicycles and blowing whistles at 11:00 PM every night for two weeks.
  • Everyone. My most valued posessions are my relationships with others, even if I don't know who you are. "To exist is to radiate; to exist is to be the recipient of radiation" -David O. McKay.

Wednesday, October 28, 2009

Rest in Peace, Backpack

So today I'm sitting in my Intro to Theatre class and we have the dean of the Fine Arts and Communications college lecturing us on visual techniques. To be honest, I usually don't take notes on guest speakers but I am going to have to write a paper on what he was talking about so naturally, I was intending to take notes.

Here's the thing. I've had this black, Jansport backpack since 9th grade. It's done well. Only one of the zippers on the top pocket was currently working, but it still functioned. There was also this...rough spot, if you will...in the zipper track that you had to be sensitive to. Nevertheless, it still functioned. So today when I go to take my notebook out of my back pack, the zipper hits the rough spot and falls right off of the backpack, and I'm holding it in my hand. Great. So now I don't have a backpack that closes and I have to go to my Physical Science Lab right after this.

So the class ends and I carry my backpack to the bookstore to buy a new one. I lost count of how many times people asked me why I was holding my backpack on that very short walk. I told the story the first couple times but then it turned into "it broke." On the bright side, people noticed me. I've always thought I was a repulsive, frighteningly ugly and awkward human being that any random individual would avoid like the plague. I start carrying my back pack in front of me and suddenly I'm a celebrity. I get to the bookstore and it takes me nearly ten minutes to finally find a backpack that isn't over $70. Seriously. I find one, a Jansport, much like my old one, for $40 and put all of my stuff into it. When I go to check out, the cashier asks me why there is stuff in it...like I had committed a crime. Long story short...I had to tell the story...and I was ten minutes late to my lab.

Moral of the story....none. Old stuff does you no good. Backpacks aren't really sentimental either. So you know what, don't rest in peace backpack. I hope you rot with the rest of the fast food in that garbage can I threw you in. Thanks for nothing. Oh, and thank YOU. Thank you for reading this and for allowing me to waste some of your time while you could be doing your Physical Science homework, finding a cure to aids, feeding hungry children, discrediting Kanye West, or picking the Halloween colored M&M's out of a bag for that bowl that sits in your entry way. I've hopefully wasted your precious time in the same manner that my backpack wasted mine.

Tuesday, October 27, 2009

Brooke White



I've been a fan of this gal (yes I use gal) ever since she got her kick start on that one platform that has a love-hate relationship with the music industry. If you don't know what platform I'm talking about, don't worry about it.

Brooke is one of those artists that is behind a couple generations or so. She likes to cover songs by the likes of Fleetwood Mac, Carly Simon, Carole King and The Beatles. Her original material also takes many hints from the likes of such acts. Some people dismiss this as "not current" but I embrace it. There is sincerity, an innocence, and an organic feel to Brooke's music that makes it so very easy to listen to and also, very relatable. It's hard to skip her songs whilst I shuffle on my iPod.

Brooke is also a gracious and effervescently humble individual. I've had the pleasure of meeting her three times. She recognized me, by name, the second and third times. She conversed and interacted with me as if I were a casual acquaintance of hers. And it wasn't just me, she treats everyone that comes to support her this way. She's not the type to sign whatever you hand her, take a picture with you, and then shout "next!" She treats you the same way she'd treat someone her best friend just introduced her to. That is so worthy of praise, she's got mine.

My third draw to Brooke is probably the most critical for me. It's her faith. If this is going to offend anyone, sorry. It is MY blog after all. Brooke is a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints and it isn't very hard to tell. She doesn't throw her beliefs around or preach to anyone, she just quietly goes about living her life devoted to her faith. Whether it was that first time on  national television where she said she'd never seen an R-rated movie or the little hints she gives in her "twitter parties" there's no denying her religion. She's been courageous in pursuing her career in this field, even when the vast majority of it does not support her belief system. In fact, she's taken somewhat of a lead role in her career by starting her own record label instead of signing her soul away (to some degree) by signing a record contract. She's an inspiration to the rest of us that strive to be our best in this ever-changing and increasingly difficult world.

Here's a recent example:
*Warning: Chelsea asks a racy question. It is, however, quickly dismissed.*



I'll admit, I'm a Chelsea Lately fan. However, I was nervous when I heard that Brooke would be making an appearance on her show. Chelsea tends to rip her guests down and often times, she has them there to jab and poke fun at in order to entertain her audience. She definitely makes her attempts with Brooke, but Brooke is fearless and handles every question with ease and class.

I look forward to everything Brooke does and it's a pleasure to support her. She's true to herself both morally and artistically and for that, I have nothing but respect.



Get Brooke's album High Hopes & Hearbreak on iTunes

Sunday, October 18, 2009

In my dreams, my fingers are made of butter...



...my biological father is George Washington...


...just kidding! Just kidding!




I have no reason to post these, other than the fact that they make me laugh hysterically. Expect regular Kristen sketches on my blog.

Monday, October 5, 2009

Benton Paul

I love music. I've been meaning to share some music on my blog for quite some time but I can never decide exactly how I've wanted to post it. Well, now I've figured it out. Every week (well actually, probably whenever I feel like it) I will spotlight an artist. I'll tell you what I like about them as both people and artists and why I respect them.



So for this week I've chosen Benton Paul
My first encounter with Benton was back on March 27th at the E-Center. He was the opening act for another artist (who I WILL blog about later, be patient guys) and I had no idea who he was. Immediately, I enjoyed his sound. He had an easy-going personality that carried right over into his music. What really caught my attention though was when he started playing his song "Look for the Light." The month of March was full of ups and downs for me and at this concert, I was kind of at a down. But then he started playing that beautiful, relaxing melody and these lyrics came out of his mouth:
I don't know all the pain
That you've been through
I don't claim to understand
All I know is that it's killing you
And if you just can't handle it
One more day

There is sun on the horizon
A candle in a cave
A little bit of color on the next page
There is always something better
When you look for the light on a dark day

There are those
Who struggle all their life
Only to find just another hill to climb
You got more than you can realize
So open your eyes
And find that light


This was a moment for me. Yeah, lyrics can look cheesy by themselves but I can't even explain how perfect they were and are. It was as if that song was written for me at that moment and the comfort I needed came from where I least expected it. I don't know too much about Benton Paul personally, but from what I've seen, he is a very gracious individual. He professes that "music fuels life; life fuels music." That alone gets him my respect. Another little tidbit that has really struck me is his song "Paris." The song is partly in French and talks about finding a place where you belong. The song reminds me of a similar experience I had in another foreign city, Tokyo, Japan. I already liked the song, but this little quote from the LDS church news made me like it ten-fold:

Asked why soccer matches, Elder Benton Paul of Highland, Utah, explained that part of their mission is to strengthen the members' efforts in missionary work. "What's the point of baptizing them if they fall away?" he asked. "Our goal is to get them integrated into the ward or branch. Football is a great way of integrating members and friends of the Church."


Yes, Benton served his mission in Paris, France. As if the song weren't great enough already.

I was able to attend Benton's latest concert on September 27 at the Murray Theater and it was quite the experience; he was as good as ever. I plan to follow Benton's career and I do plan on it flourishing quite a bit. However, I think he's at the perfect place already. He's doing exactly what he wants as an artist, he's reaching a significant audience that truly admires him for the right reasons and he's got a perfect hold of who he is and what he wants to communicate. Hats off Benton.



Get Benton's album Grey on iTunes

Friday, September 18, 2009

I Love Taaurr-guht

I scolded my English teacher today for shopping at Wal-Mart. Usually I can keep that instinct suppressed, but I failed today. Everyone should shop at Target, here's why:


Thursday, September 10, 2009

College...Again

It's funny how one experience can change your perspective. So, I'm still adjusting to my life down here and it's certainly got its ups and downs but I had the coolest experience this morning in my Book of Mormon class.

Our class meets in an auditorium type classroom with about 200 people. I got to class five minutes early, much earlier than usual so I sat on the fourth row on the aisle seat. The professor, Brother Merrill (who is without question my most brilliant professor), said hello to me on my way in. This may not seem like a big deal, but when most of your classes consist of over 100 students, it feels great to be recognized.

Just before class started, a girl with dark skin and a french accent asked if the seat next to me was taken, it wasn't. I introduced myself and asked her where she was from and to my astonishment, she said she was from Mali. Yeah, Mali the country in Africa. At the beginning of class, Brother Merrill had her introduce herself to the class and asked if anyone could possibly tutor her in French. She speaks great english but she isn't a member of the church and has no experience with the Book of Mormon. When we started, she asked if she could share scriptures with me in that she had just transferred into the class and forgotten hers. I was more than happy to. I prepared myself to maybe answer any questions she might have. There is something about answering questions about my beliefs that is fulfilling to me. Quite surprisingly, she didn't have any questions and she probably understood more about the reading than I did. She had read it multiple times and was answering the professor's rhetorical questions quietly to herself. There was such a sincere fascination in her eyes the entire time and she wrote down everything Brother Merrill said.

Whether or not she is interested in learning more about the LDS faith, I don't know; but for me, it was just an uplifting experience to see someone with such an open mind. I think I realized that no matter the subject, I don't have any reason to give any less than my best.

Saturday, August 22, 2009

"Will you dream now of the Never Land in years to come?"

So here it is on somewhat of the unofficial last day of summer. I knew this post was coming, I just don't think I've been in the right mindset to write it until now.

Three months ago, I finished my senior year of high school which was the best senior year I could've ever imagined. This year, I was a part of the Advanced Theater class at Davis High School. I knew going into it that this was going to be a lot of fun and a great experience but I truly had zero comprehension of how much it was going to drastically alter the course of my life.

Advanced Theater was made of up of 26 students and the disclosure says that this is going to be a class with a heavy emphasis on many different aspects of theater, especially acting. I was excited for this, it would be fun. But it was so much more than that.

Throughout the course of this year, I was for the most part, forced to spend time with these 25 other people. Each of them were so different. Some of them became some of my very best friends, some of them irritated me. However, through the time spent with these people, I think I truly learned what it meant to be alive and to not merely exist.

I learned to trust. I've had plenty of friends in my life but for the most part, they've all "come and gone." I thought I trusted my friends but really, I just let them trust me. I didn't trust anyone else until this experience. I let these people have a glimpse of my soul. I also learned to trust myself. I'm one of the most critical people you'll ever meet and I'm most critical of myself. Here, I was able to show these people parts of me that no one else had ever seen and be content with it.

I learned that in order to get by, you need to rely on other people and other people need to rely on you. I've been headstrong and independent from the moment I was born. I came into this experience with my head held high, hoping to never let anyone ever see me when I was down or struggling. I learned that sometimes, you've just gotta let someone help you.

I learned that it's NOT about me. I've never really personified myself as selfish, but boy was this a wakeup call. This class was about what I had to contribute to others, not about what I was going to receive from the experience.

I learned about the importance of youth. Our spring play was Peter Pan, or the Boy Who Would Not Grow Up. This experience taught me how important the quality of youth is in our lives, and that it is in fact a quality, not a state. Children have wild imaginations, they wear their emotions on their sleeves, they do as they please, they love unconditionally, and they are almost always completely sincere. I've learned to keep in touch with my inner-child.

I learned to never forget. Not only to never forget my childhood but to hold on to every last memory I can. The tragedy of Peter Pan lies in act five when Micheal says: "Perhaps there is no such person Wendy." It is not by fate that there is no return to Neverland, but sadly, because Wendy, John, Michael, and the Lost Boys have chosen to forget. I will never forget the times I spent with these 25 people, good and bad.

I learned to love. I think above all else, this class taught me about love. Everyone has to love and be loved. You'd think an 18 year old would know that. I had heard it before, but I truly never felt it until this year.

So here's to you Thayne Ence, Trent Ferrin, Tressa Furner, Jodie Grossenbach, Matt Hadley, Tyler Hammond, Jenna Hyer, Joan Johnson, Jake Larsen, Eddie Lowery, Mikelle Memmott, Doniell Mojazza, Jud Oram, Rachel Pearce, Lindsay Pettegrew, Emma Phelps, Spencer Relyea, Matt Smith, Joni Stubbs, Maddie Tarbox, Logan Thorley, Cam Thredgold, Ellie Tucker, Niki Waite, Paul Wuthrich, and of course our teacher Andra Thorne who is nothing less than a superhero. I have an undying love and appreciation for each of you that I honestly cannot express through words. I know that we couldn't have stayed in Neverland forever, but I'll think of each of you whenever I can. Sometimes it will hurt, but for the most part, it will bring a smile to my face knowing that each of you have played a part in bringing Jon Low to life. I'd love to keep in touch with each of you but more importantly, promise to never forget me and to never forget about us "all at once; together."

















Goodbye "until we wake up."

Tuesday, July 21, 2009

A Child's Words are the Most Profound


My youngest brother, Clint just finished 2nd grade. His teacher's name was Ms. Alvey. I never talk to Clint much about school but I was aware that he really liked his teacher, she was his favorite yet. My mom liked her too.

The day before he returned to school from Christmas Break, she passed away. I remember seeing his face when my mom told him. There wasn't really any pain, just shock. He didn't say much for a couple days. He never really showed any grief or pain over her passing, but we did find that there was a bit of hostitility towards his new teacher. I'm sure it was hard for all of the kids.

This summer, his new teacher mailed him a portfolio of his 2nd grade year. The first page was a list of what each class member wrote about Ms. Alvey the day they found out she had passed. I'd like to share this with you:


She was nice to me.
She was pretty.
She wore lots of bling!
She let us spray paint her hair.
If you gave her something, she kept it.
She told me that no matter what, I am a rock star!
She was fun.
She cared about me.
She said do it nice, or do it twice!
She was kind.
She dressed like a hippie for Halloween!
She was nice.
I love her.
I loved her bling.
She dressed nice.
She was a good teacher.
Her hair was pretty.
I liked her a lot.
She told me the truth.
She did gingerbread houses with us.


I never met this woman, but this list is so powerful and moving to me. This is a stunning look into the mind of child. Some of these statements are so genuine and I'm sure there is so much thought behind them. One of my favorites is "If you gave her something, she kept it." That is so profound. Think about what this child could've given her and why it meant so much for this child that she kept things that were given to her. Most of the statements are very specific as well, not just throwaway compliments. These kids meant what they said. These children are obviously at a very innocent and corruptible stage and I'm glad that this woman was there for them.

I won't get too specific, but this past year I've really had to re-discover the importance of youth, mostly due to a little show I did called Peter Pan, but that is another story for another time. Children are care-fee, sincere, silly, playful, and more wise than anyone gives them credit for. Hopefully I can keep some element of youth in my life, no matter my age. Thank you Ms. Alvey and her second grade class for this little reminder.

Thursday, July 9, 2009

Amateurs

I enjoy musical theater, watching it mostly. One of my very strange hobbies is finding amateurs on youtube that I like. After I see a show, I'll usually search youtube for some of the numbers, and always, I'm amazed by the talent...or lack thereof. Here are some of my favorites:

Aida:


So the ensemble and choreography are hit and miss but the lead absolutely blows me away. I can listen to that last note all day.

The Scarlet Pimpernel:


So much emotion, so much power. Gives me the chills.

Parade:


I want to see this show so much. I will before I die. I'm seriously in denial that he is 15.

Ragtime:


Vocals are insanity. I also love how the emotion and intensity physically knocks her over, so cool.

Miss Saigon:


This is one of my favorite scenes in all of musical theater. It's so affecting. This video is taken from the wings. It's great, but there's really nothing like experiencing it in person. Hopefully someday I'll get to do this scene as Thuy. Someday.

Les Miserables:


High school. This kid is in high school!

Thoroughly Modern Millie:


Everything about this scene is perfect. The girl that plays Mrs. Meers is bleeding talent from every pore. Her name is Diana Buchwald, search her.

Beauty and the Beast:


This is my favorite version of this song, ever. This girl, Natalie Hawkins, was 17 when she did this. She actually has quite a following on Youtube, very talented young lady.

Wednesday, July 1, 2009

"I don't care what you think of me."

*Rant Warning*

I've decided that people that stomp around saying the phrase "I don't care what people think about me" are in most cases, the ones that care the most. I feel like it's a defense and justification for your actions. Almost as if you need a reason to be the person you are. You want so badly to be different and so badly to be admired for your individuality that your individuality isn't for you, it's so other people will look at you and say "wow, you're unique, you don't care what people think of you."

Also, I think that the above mentioned phrase can be justification for being rude and insensitive.  I haven't really ever pondered this concept until very recently, but think about it. When do people tell you this? Usually when they are blatantly insulting someone else. If that's the case, I DO care what people think of me. I would hate for someone to think that I hated them when in truth I don't. Because apparently, people do think I hate them when in most cases, I don't.  It hurts to find out that people have avoided you because they were "intimidated" by you.

So here's my deal. Yeah, I'm pretty honest. I suck at lying. If you ask me a question, I will answer with the utmost sincerity. But I try not to say anything that doesn't need to be said.  I'd like to think that I have more friends in this world than enemies. I also KNOW that I am me for me. I'm not ashamed of anything I do and I don't do anything that MUST be kept secret. I have morals and I'm always me. I'm not too concerned with the labels or ideas people have about me, but I'd hate for people to have the wrong idea. I probably don't hate you, and I DO care what you think of me.

Monday, June 15, 2009

Admirable Characteristics


  • Honesty-not just telling the truth but acting upon it as well. Always speaking your mind, always being who you truly are. No putting on a face.
  • Artistry-sometimes I like to think that I'm artistic but I really like to appreciate the art in other people.
  • Passion-I love being around people that are passionate. It doesn't really matter what, as long as they are passionate about something. It gives me some hope that there's something out there in this life for me.
  • Humility-I guess I'm a doubter when it comes to humility. Sometimes I think people act humble just to receive the admiration of others when in truth they'd love to be showered with compliments and act like they don't deserve them. It's always a joy to see someone who is completely humble and hasn't let their accomplishments go to their head at all.
  • Spirituality-I suppose this is pretty self-explanatory. Spirituality improves upon almost everything in a person.