The names Samantha. Nicknames: Sammi, Sam, Mantha, Sammich. Call me whatever floats your boat. I'm from the Vietnam, babes.
I always care a little bit too much. [...]
I'm a beta reader, so if there's any piece of writing that you want me to proofread before sending off for publication, just shoot me a PM and I'd be happy to help you!
:] <3 If you don't know me, get to know me. You'll have me for life.
Song: {Lady by Regina Spektor}
Mood: AHHHHHHH!!!!!
--
*runs past you screaming* GRRR I'm going to die from stress. Too many projects jammed in one week. My teachers must be insane. AHHH!
Okay, so soymilk IS good. n_n I like it better than real milk.
Otay, so I'm like THIS close to strangling me Latin group...All eleven of them!! They need to buckle down and get to work dangit! *pulls out hair* Our project is due in three weeks and half of the scripts I assigned aren't DONE YET! AND we need materials for filmin! And we get our Bazaar assignment on Wednesday! {{This is for our annual Latin Banquet. HUGE thing--we started workin on it a few months ago and the banquet is in MAY!!}} People think that jus cuz I'm the group leader, they can dump all the crap on me....
........
SO I'm gonna help them and direct them in the the right direction [?] but there is no freakin way that I'm gonna do this whole entire banquet thing by myself!
GAH!
I can't wait for swing this week. *sigh* it's becoming my obsession, peeps. It's my outlet. ^-^ OOooo ya know what's excitin? Ryan (supa advanced member)said that I'm ready to perform--with him!! ^-^ See, we were supposta perform on Saturday (did I mention that we get paid to perform? It can range anywhere from $50 to $100. per person, peeps) and Ryan's partner was in Vegas. So I was his temporary "newbie" partner on Friday, and he told me that I should perform with him on Saturday. (we didn't cuz nobody else was goin. too little notice.) ^-^ So happeh, I was.
......
Now, I is stressed.
GET PLENTY O' CALCIUM!!
That is "Lady" by Regina Spektor. [Yosh, I'm gonna start puttin vids up here since Britty's whinin over there about it covering the comment box...] X] It's just the song and picture, just so you know...This is for serial my favorite song of all time. This a song dedicated to Billie Holiday (FEMALE!), a famous and renown Jazz vocalist. You might've heard her voice in "The Notebook" The lyrics to this song is uber beautiful. So is the sax. Me thinks Imma sing this for the second semester Jazz audtion. ((Yes, we have to re-audition. It's part of out finals))
LYRICS!
Lady sing the blues so well
As if she mean it
As if it's hell down here
In the smoke-filled world
Where the jokes are cold
They don't laugh at jokes
They laugh at tragedies
Corner street societies
But they believe her
They never leave her
While she sings she make them feel things
She says, i can sing this song so blue
That you will cry in spite of you
Little wet tears on your baby's shoulder
Little wet tears on your baby's shoulder
And I have walked these streets so long
There ain't nothing right, there ain't nothing wrong
But the little wet tears on my baby's shoulder
The little wet tears on your baby's shoulder
Lady lights a cigarette, puffs away, no regret
Takes a look around, no regrets, no regrets
Stretches out like branches of a poplar tree
She says, i'm free
Sings so soft as if she'll break, says
I can sing this song so blue
That you will cry in spite of you
Little wet tears on your baby's shoulder
Little wet tears on your baby's shoulder
I have walked these streets so long
There ain't nothing right, nothing wrong
But the little wet tears on my baby's shoulder
The little wet tears on your baby's shoulder
But on this stage
I've learned to fly
Learned to sing
And learned to cry
Little wet tears on my baby's shoulder
Little wet tears on my baby's shoulder
But now it's time
To say goodbye
Some might laugh
But I will surely cry
Little wet tears on my baby's shoulder
Little wet tears on my baby's shoulder
Lady lights a cigarette
Puffs away, and winter comes
And she forgets
Beautiful, beautiful song. I cried when I first heard it. It brought out so many emotions in me, that it was kinda weird...Anyways, I'm uber happy and confident right now. :] People said that I sang as well, if not better, than the peeps in Phantom of The Opera ((I was practicing the POTO [phantom of the opera] songs in public wif me friend at the mall yesterday)) I know I don't sing BETTER cause, they're pros. BUT I'm still feelin mighty mighty fine. If Miley Cyrus was right here, I would POTO her. [[inside joke]]
For serial, do you think Miss Miley Cyrus has a very good vocal range? ((not to mention, VOICE, period)) It makes me hella angery when she get's fame that I don't think she deserves, when there's a bunch of other people who are way MOAR talented than her, but they don't have a chance in the biz cuz....*loses train of thought* GRRR! Just GRRR!
Go ahead. Call me jealous. Cause...I AM! It's a human emotion, peeps. Yosh, I wish I was recognized for my voice like Miss Montana is. I just wish I had an opportunity for my chance, y'know? *sigh* Mayhaps I'll start posting vids of meself doing covers on Youtube, and cross my fingers for a DISCOVERY! XD wish mee luck!
*whooshes by you, screaming*
BABY JEEZUS! THE FUSION! IT'S THE FUSION! BABY JEEZUS!!
:D Swing joke, forgive me. I have awoken from my something hour nap. :3 all better now. SO, talk to me peeps. What's goin on in your life? Hmm? Nothing much happened today. So I think I'm gonna stay quiet. YOU tell ME about YOUR day. I'll just say that today in swing, I learned how to do Birth and Flying Squirrel!!! Woooo baybeh! I'm a swinging maniac!
OOH MY DAMN.
I hurt everywhere.
Damn you swing dancing!!
DAMN YOU AND YOUR ADDICTIVNESS!
I'm going to go sleep. G'bye now. :]
Phantom of the Opera: Wishing You Were Somehow Here
You were once
my one companion . . .
you were all
that mattered . . .
You were once
a friend and father -
then my world
was shattered . . .
Wishing you were
somehow here again . . .
wishing you were
somehow near . . .
Sometimes it seemed
if I just dreamed,
somehow you would
be here . . .
Wishing I could
hear your voice again . . .
knowing that I
never would . . .
Dreaming of you
won't help me to do
all that you dreamed
I could . . .
Passing bells
and sculpted angels,
cold and monumental,
seem, for you,
the wrong companions -
you were warm and gentle . . .
Too many years
fighting back tears . . .
Why can't the past
just die . . .?
Wishing you were
somehow here again . . .
knowing we must
say goodbye . . .
Try to forgive . . .
teach me to live . . .
give me the strength
to try . . .
No more memories,
no more silent tears . . .
No more gazing across
the wasted years . . .
Help me say
goodbye.
So yeah, I put the video up there cause poor Britty can never see the comment box when the video is down there. :]
So I'm singing this song with my vocal instructor. It's crazay hard peeps. And tomorrow during 2nd period, I'm gonna swing dance with my NEW partner, my OTHER guy friend. My OTHER swing partner was my temporary swing partner. My like best friend, his REAL dance partner, came back today, so I went up to my NEW dance partner and I was like "Swing dancing. After school. Be there." So tomorrow, during 2nd period, while the marching band is in VEGAS, we non marching band peeps will be swing dancin in the hallways. And I'm gonn sing this to my NEW dance partner and we're gonna have a sing off. He says that he could sing better than me cuz apparently, I sounded off in Jazz today. Not according to everybody else you deaf monkey! >.> I'm sick you asshole! Geeshush. Ahah so we're having a sing off tomorrow, and I'm gonna sing opera, and we'll see who's off tomorrow. ^-^
Thank you Kaylovely ((Kay)) for bein there for me yesterday with mah emo-ness. You're rad girl, stay yoself. I'll need ya in my future bursts of emo-ness. ;]
