So I’m writing my paper for Modern Drama and one of the shows I’m talking about is Matilda, so I had to download the soundtrack (as there is no script to reference). As I was listening through, I found myself hitting repeat with this song. Although it is a bunch of kids singing about what they’ll do when they grow up, I can’t help but getting a crazy feeling when listening to this song. Everything that these kids sing are things that I wanted when I was a kid. Now, on the brink of 20, I realize that these things seem trivial- eating candy on the way to work, staying up late, watching cartoons with no limit- yet, that was what was important to me. I listen to this song and I just want to go back to my younger 8 year old self and shake him and just tell him to enjoy himself and that life doesn’t necessarily get better when you grow up. Then I hear them sing about being strong enough to face the monsters under their bed and I realize nothing has changed. The trivial things I worried about then just take different forms for me today. The monsters under my bed have now just become the fear of failing. Its scary. Because I don’t think we grow up. I get nostalgic, sad, scared, excited when listening to this song and I just had to share it. Its what I think makes a good song, evoking multiple emotions at once every time you listen to it. Give it a listen, let me know what you think.
- My family and I are currently in Washington D.C. because my dad is involved with ALS and it’s their advocacy week. Which for him means emceeing and talking to southern people and for me, my mom, and Maddy it means we sit and eat and go places. However, it’s incredibly sad going to the ALSA…
My grandmother died of ALS. Please tell your father, as one her six children and twenty-eight grandchildren, thank you from all of us. I have the highest amount of respect for people that are fighting to find a cure for this disease. Someone in the larger Doyle family is always a participant in the annual Ride to Defeat ALS and if it weren’t for people like your father, these things would never exist. Thank you.
Officially signed on for another Frog Prince tour!
Scottish Rites, Cape Cod Melody Tent, North Shore Music Circus, South Shore Music Fest., RIC. While I’m not crazy about doing children’s theatre much more in life, I’m relieved that I’ll be doing at least some performing this summer. I’m going crazy doing a whole semester without performing. I mean, its kind of what keeps me alive. I think that’s how I know I’m an artist. I’d go crazy if I didn’t stand on a stage at least once every few months.
Everyone is talking about apartment shopping for the year.
I’m just standing aside and grunting about being an RA. I just feel I won’t consider myself an adult until I have my own place. Is that awful? I’m glad I took the RA job because it will relieve the pressure of money for the next year but I can’t help thinking its going to ruin my year. I won’t be able to do a show. I won’t be able to have an internship. I won’t have any free time. Yes, I’ll be living in my own room but I’ll be babysitting freshman all day long. I feel bad but I just feel like I have made the most sacrifice out of my sisters when it comes to college. My tuition was the highest, yes, but its the same with every college now. No matter where I went, I would be paying close to or the same amount of money. I know life isn’t fair. But why was I the only one out of my sisters that had guilt for how much school cost? I was the one who applied for RA. No one forced me. I just felt guilty about the cost. When I got the job, I couldn’t turn it down but, honestly, there is really nothing I want to do less then living my life in that goddamn residence hall again. Weinstein was the worst place to live. I complained about it almost every day freshman year. Now, as a junior, I am going back. I just feel like I’m taking a step back from adulthood and a step aside from my career. I’m hoping for the best, but I can’t help but feel I won’t be happy.
I could never tell this to my parents. I just had to let it out to someone. Sorry I’m a selfish kid. Its just not fair that my sisters never did this. And it just gets me annoyed because they didn’t take 8 classes a semester. They took 4, if that. They didn’t work 2 jobs. They worked 1. They just got to breeze through and go out and party and live the traditional college life. All I’ve done is work towards my career and make sacrifices and I just don’t feel like I deserve this next year.