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"I love him, but every day I'm learning that all my life I've only been pretending." -Eponine.
I'm a helpless romantic who finds herself falling in love with anything classically beautiful. My favorite books are "The Phantom of the Opera," "Rebecca," "The Hunchback of Notre-Dame" and Mark Twain's "Personal Recollections of Joan of Arc." My favorite writer is Victor Hugo. I'm a classical crossover singer (my dream role is Christine in Andrew Lloyd Webber's "The Phantom of the Opera") and a Joan of Arc enthusiast.
"I love him, but every day I'm learning that all my life I've only been pretending." -Eponine.
"All hunchbacks walk with head erect, all stammerers are given to speechifying, and the deaf always talk in whispers." -Victor Hugo.
**me in bed; not asleep yet** **sister in bed; not asleep yet** **cat asleep in chair** **Mom enters** Mom: Good night. (Kisses cat. Ignores humans in room. Walks out.) Me: .....
Boy(6): You guys could be ornaments. I could put a hook on your head and hang you from the tree. Me: ......
*at dinner table* Sister(12): I wish I had better grades. Dad(sputtering): Grades. Spades- mades- shades- zades!. *THIS REALLY HAPPENED*.
Mom (to Dad): You've got one sense of entitlement. Dad: Entitlement. Yessirrr, I am entitled. Veery entitled. (Points to himself.) You see this. THIS is Entitlement.
"Darling, let me tie your scarf for you. Your little hands are so clumsy; you're fixing to strangle yourself!" Christine felt frustration creep up in her tiny cheeks.
'Twas the day after Nutcracker, And we were all glum. Not a creature was dancing, Not even a 'plum. The skirts had been hung In the dressing rooms that day, In the hope that Ms.
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I am not in charge of what I do. My hand tells me what to write. My eyes tell me I have terrible penmanship. My hair tells me it likes being braided.
We used to talk sometimes.
"It hurts so much, being in love with an angel." I lifted my face to gaze at nothing.
I knew I was saved the first time I saw her. They were on the beach, she and her father. It was night, but there was enough of a glow emanating from the full moon that I could study her face.
I knew I was saved the first time I saw her. They were on the beach, she and her father. It was night, but there was enough of a glow emanating from the full moon that I could study her face.
"It hurts so much, being in love with an angel." I lifted my face to gaze at nothing.