New Format

I changed the format of my blog for two reasons:
1. The background of the old blog template sucked.
2. I like change.

I want to make my blog be really pretty and all that, but it's not working very well. My title needs some sprucing up and maybe I need more pictures... plus there's all that ugly black space everywhere. I'll figure it out.

Reasons Why I Like West Side Story:

This used to be on my sidebar, but now it's here.

• "Cuz your ma's hot for me!"
  
• "Te adoro, Antone!"
  
• "THAT IS MY PAPA!"
  
• "When You're a Jet you're a Jet all the way from your first cigarette to your last dying day!"
  
• "Womb to tomb?" "Birth to earth!"
  
• "You all killed them! Not with knives or guns! But with hate!"
  
• "You forget I'M in America!"
  
• Action -- What a cool character. Actually he's not "cool," as you find in the musical...
  
• Anita -- Holy cow. Super woman. She's smart, pretty, passionate, and a great dancer!! I wish I was more like her!
  
• Anita's Clothes.
  
• Babyface -- shows that even tough gang kids can have a heart.
  
• Doc -- what a smart guy. He sees the big picture in all the goings on. I like him.
  
• Maria -- the first "damsel" that I actually liked. She's beautiful. So what if it's not her voice, she looks stunning and she acts like a Maria should act.
  
• Renaldo -- If I were ever to date a puerto rican, he'd be the guy.
  
• Riff -- How smooth is he? His voice ain't great, but man that guy can move!!
  
• The accents of the PRs
  
• The Balcony Scene -- much better than Shakespeare!
  
• The dance that maria and tony do when they first meet each other
  
• The face Tony gets when he realizes he just killed Fernando
  
• The fact that even though these guys are street gang members, they can still do ballet!
  
• The Getting Together dance -- HA!
  
• The phrases "daddy-o," "oobly-oo," and "buddy boy"
  
• The short pants all the guy's wear
  
• The Snapping -- What a cool way to start the show! And those whistles! Man! they make it recognizable.
  
• The Song "America" has hilarious lyrics and its power and triumph is so great it brings shivers to my spine
  
• The song "Cool" -- amazing dance part. And I really like Ice as a character.
  
• The Song "Dear Officer Krupke" is hilarious and it breaks the dark mood really well. "Hey! I've got a social disease!"
  
• The Song "I feel pretty." Holy cow this song can be sung anywhere, at any time, anyplace, for any occasion. And I love songs that do that.
  
• The Song "Maria." I want someone to sing this song to me one day, except of course it would be "Hannah."
  
• The Song "Somewhere" has beautiful lyrics and a melody that just pops out of nowhere.
  
• The Song "Tonight" is also very triumphant and the lyrics are genius
  
• The way the PRs whistle "My country 'tis of thee" when Shrank kicks them out of the store.
  
• The Wedding -- Oh, how sweet. they aren't really even getting married but it still has that presence about it. I love how they act with each other.
  
• Tony -- What a sweetheart! It's a powerful thing to see that he'd die for his girl. Wow... It's so sad that he dies, but at least he still gets to see Maria one last time.. oh, how precious!

Forbidden Love

He walks into the room
And my heart catches fire
He passes my desk
And I'm filled with desire
I want him near me

But I just don't know what to do.

Try to ignore it.

Try to sit still.

But I just can't focus

He's giving me chills

But I know that I'd die

If I ever found out that he knew...

The look of his body

The sound of his voice

He makes me surrender

I know that I haven't a choice

I'm crushing and blushing

Crawling and falling

For someone I can't even have

I know I've got it pretty bad

Fantasize, legitimize

Try to justify

These feelings I can't hide

Forbidden love I'm feeling deep inside.

My brain's like a magnet

Pulled to his shine

His lips part to speak

And I feel them on mine.

Ten feet away from me,

Still, we are worlds in between.

I see the picture of his daughter

Sitting with his wife.

How could this man be

The love of my life?

How could a man like him

Make me so weak in the knees?

I can't shake this passion

Can't make this dissolve

They say "ask your heart"

But I don't think my heart is involved...

So I'm crushing and blushing...

I just can't get my mind

Off of what he wore today

I go over again

All the words I'm gonna say

But then he comes toward me

There's a fire inside my soul.

My voice of reason dies

And my body takes control.

Face red

Brain dead

Dirty pictures fill my head

Tongue tied

Brain fried

Imagine laying by his side

Nowhere to run

Nowhere to hide

No.

Yes, I'm crushing and blushing...

Mike - Chuck

I wonder

What the two of you were like

In high school...

.

You probably loved to laugh

Your hair was long

Blonde

Your face soft, round

And smiling.

Were you on the baseball team?

Or perhaps you would skate?

Was your girlfriend a blonde as well?

Did your friends make jokes

At how you held hands in the halls

And snuck her kisses

When you thought no one was looking?

Did you make smart-aleck comments from your desk

in the back of the room?

In hopes to impress her?

.

Yes

I suppose that was what you were like

Blonde hair and letter jacket

Blue eyes and high school sweethearts

back then

Would I have been one of them?

Feeling your sweet whispers in my ear?

.

And what about you?

You were probably a hoot!

Full of trivia, stories, and questions.

You stood in the corner

Or did you stand along the side,

Making comments when you could

Eyes glued to the paper on your lap?

Would you smile at a sweet girl in overalls

From behind your book

Afraid to say hello?

You were probably alone a lot,

Counting stars, memorizing movies, playing chess?

Fascinated by everything --

But did you worry, like me,

About fitting in?

.

Yes

I suppose that was what you were like

Glasses and polished shoes

Gazing at the world around you.

back then

Would I have wanted to be your friend?

Comparing math problems on a bench in the hall?

.

Mike.

Chuck.

Years have passed away

And Your pasts are like shadows

But I see their silliouettes

And wonder:

Who were you?

And how did you become

The heroes you are today?

Chuck

Chuck.
A simple name. Short for Charles? Or did your parents only call you that when they were angry?
The first time you saw Luke Skywalker, you wanted to be him. You held your own lightsaber, gritted your teeth, and flared your lips under your round glasses. shhoom zoom! Your friends in princess gowns and pirate hats would fall, giggling, amongst the jack-o-lanterns, as you thrust your saber toward their hearts. i'm sure theirs weren't the only hearts that were broken, then. Your mother stood beside and laughed, tears in her eyes, at your play. Her own little Jedi, growing up into a fine young man.
The next year was the year she got you that cape. Superman -- no problem too big for you to fix -- nothing you cannot solve. You flew about the kitchen, a flash of red between the curtains, under the stairs. You teased your brother, flying some more, calling to him, begging for him to be a villain.
There came a time, I suppose, when the cape grew a little too small for your neck. And both you and your brother realized there were far more important things to do than play superheroes. He was caught up in his garage band, and you had homework and friends to do it with. I'm sure you often just gave them the answers and you'd then spend your time cracking jokes and making paper footballs. Of course, your friends would end up paying for their lack of studying with their test scores, but you always seemed to do well, without even cracking a book. And of course your friends would give you a hard time about it, and maybe secretly, in the back of their minds, they were waiting for the day they'd beat your science score.
Yes, the cape is gone now, but you still lived your dreams of flying and fighting crime with the doodles along your notebook margins. They weren't good, but they got the message across. There he was -- the amazing Superman -- a giant hole in his side, where the three-hole punch had earlier impaled the page. You'd end up leaving these stray sketches at the bottom of your locker, and sooner or later they'd find their way to the trash, but they were there. Superman was there, waiting to fly.