My parents sucked me into watching a marathon of Anne of Green Gables. lols That series is like eight hours long. It keeps going, and going and going. But that character is really full of life and has notions of things that weren't even thought of in her day. A women writer? That was completely unheard of at the time. For the most part.
Anne's story is fiction, but its still powerful. Its based on everyday life rather than fantasy. Maybe all those years I spent writing fiction stories was misgiven.
There is something special in the world around you. It's just waiting for you to put it on paper or desktop, I suppose.
Auditioned for Oliver yesterday. I had to do a range check for my low notes. I can hit a g below middle c. Lower than I used to when I was in choir.
Back to brown hair again. It feels more like myself than my borrowed time as a blonde. That didn't seem completely like me but another person.
Finished another book. Read Harry Potter 7 in 2 days. New record!
Falling in love with the song that translates into Hopeless Dream Catcher. It pertains to where I am right now in life. Stuck in dream. Aren't I always?
My notions of life are always left understood by most people and I always act on my feelings to late. When the moment is completely over, do I understand the signs. I guess that can be the one thing I regret.
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