I remember this. I remember watching Karla on a stage and deciding that I didn’t have to give up arts just because I could do the academics.
When I came to LSMSA, I really wanted to do it for the arts. My parents didn’t really want me to take useless arts classes when I could take practical things, and I love math. I really love math. It’s really disgusting how much I like math.
My parents always told me that art is the easy way out, and that the only people who sing and dance and paint are people who can’t add fractions and recite history.
But I know Karla. Karla is really super smart. She’s also wickedly talented.
I remember watching her on that stage and deciding that I wanted to learn how to sing. Not the “learning how to sing” bullshit lessons my parents brought me to when I was like ten.
No. Legit singing.
I met her brother that day. He said he didn’t know that she could sing like that (okay, he didn’t actually tell me that. He told someone else, and I was standing there.) He said that no one in their family sang. And no one knew that she had that talent.
I am really really grateful for going to see Karla sing. I kind of wish that I had gotten into lessons earlier though. Because I’ve started too late and I can’t take private voice and have a recital like Karla did.
And I can’t make anyone else decide that they want to give art a try.
The first time I voluntarily left my house for longer than a few hours was earlier this week. I cry every time I hear “Papa, Can You Hear Me?” and “To Sir, With Love.” I live in constant fear of doing things that upset him/his health taking a turn for the worse/him ever having to be alone. And despite all this, I live over a hundred miles away and rarely ever call him.
He still gets angry at those homophobic Bible-thumpers yelling on street corners, but rather than telling them off, he gets so much more satisfaction seeing their scandalized faces when his boyfriend slaps him on the ass and he theatrically shouts - complete with lisp, "Oh stop it, you silly goose!"
Internet, sentences like this make me realize that I really do love you.
Stranded in Lafayette watching Chicago and Breakfast at Tiffany’s. Girlfriend stranded 100 miles away. Winter break needs to awesome-ize, now~
Stranded in St. Francisville watching Weeds on Netflix. Boyfriend stranded 100 miles away. But on the upside, Jacob will be here in two days, Emily will be here in three, and in ten I’m leaving for Ireland.
Stranded in Dry Prong, watching cartoons on the T.V. I won’t get to see anyone for another few weeks.
Moseying along in Ponchatoula. My life has reached a new low, as I have discovered Glee fan fiction. Oh yeah and I get to see my brother and my puppy and my daddy.