Freshman Preview and strange musicals...

Today I went to Freshman Preview at school. I was feeling fine (except for that fact that I couldn't eat many of my Frosted Mini Wheats) until we got there. Mom went with me, but she went with the other parents into a separate assembly. I had to suck it up and walk into that auditorium by myself, and that was not easy. Some popular music was blasting (only one song of which I had heard before, of course) and it was full of strangers. Well, technically not all strangers. I actually saw a ton of people that I went to school with, from kindergarten to middle school. But apparently they didn't recognize/remember me. In school, I was always the quiet, smart girl. I'm a serious observer and people watcher, so I basically remember everyone I ever went to school with. But I don't think they remember me, because I was a wallflower. Am a wallflower. Anyway, I found a safe seat (feeling a little sorry for myself, as almost everyone else there had friends with them and I was alone) and waited for the fun to begin. Ha. It was boring. I think everyone who has anything to do with the college spoke, and they all basically said the same thing. I listened, alright, because there was nothing else to do. Then finally, lunch time came. They only had sodas to drink, and I haven't had a soft drink in two years. We had to get water from the water fountain. I felt like a little kid again. All in all, it wasn't what I had hoped it would be. It didn't really give me a preview of what to expect come Monday. So now there's nothing to do but wait and see.

This week I got some old movies from the library: "The Pajama Game," "Kiss Me, Kate," "Herbie Rides Again," and "West Side Story. The first two were alright, pretty good. I haven't got to watch Herbie yet, and they're due back tomorrow. "West Side Story" was weird. To say the least. I have very mixed feelings about it. I'm learning that "classic" movies, that are supposedly some of the best movies ever filmed, aren't always good (sometimes it's the obscure ones that are real treasures). Sometimes they're quite depressing and disappointing, such as "Gone With the Wind" (the most wasted four hours of my life, but that's another post entirely). "West Side Story" didn't quite live up the hype, for me at least. Okay, I love musicals. I don't care if they're not realistic. I don't care if people really don't dance in the rain or break out in song. That's just part of musicals...they were most famous during the war years when people needed an escape from reality and needed happy endings. But "West Side Story" was pushing it even for me. A tough inner-city neighborhood with two violent, rival gangs is not a good setting for a musical. Tough gang members in tight clothes carrying knives and guns do not dance down the street or sing in front of each other. It was strange. I liked some parts of the movie. I liked "America," the version of "Tonight" that everyone sings on the way to the rumble, and the very end. But other than that, I'm not too sure how I feel about it.

I made my patchwork bag, and it turned out very nice. I haven't taken any pictures of it yet, but maybe by tomorrow. I'm very anxious to start working on my dress. I'm using brown fabric with pink polka dots, the same I used on Mom's tote. Hopefully I'll have enough fabric left between the dress and her tote to make a clutch to match it. I love clutches; they're so 1930's...clutches and gloves and hats, all matching, LOL. It would be perfect with a retro dress. I might start on it tomorrow, but maybe not. I've got to make a few wallets, including one for my aunt.

Until next time,
Kristin (missvintagegirl)