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Oh hello. I am Christina. I'm 26. My favorite things are: writing love on my arms, watching movies, laughing, baking brownies, mac 'n' cheese, taking road trips, Disney, writing, playing Guitar Hero and DDR, milk and cookies, smiling, Audrey Hepburn movies, singing Beatles songs, cheering for the Dallas Cowboys, playing board and card games, reading books, watching General Hospital, dancing, and, most importantly, spending time with my friends.

Quote of the Moment:
“I love people who make me laugh. I honestly think it's the thing I like most, to laugh. It cures a multitude of ills. It's probably the most important thing in a person.” - Audrey Hepburn

Mood: i'm good.
Music: pretending.




Friday, June 18, 2010
stagehand.

do you ever just randomly remember something that you'd thought you'd forgotten? a random memory that you had completely forgotten about?

tonight i was texting a friend and he said "behind the scenes stuff." when he wrote that i said, "do you have to wear all black like those theater people?" that triggered a memory from high school that i'd long forgotten.

one time i was a stagehand. you know, the people who go around setting up props and stuff in between acts in a play.

see, i was in choir all throughout high school. you might be wondering how i got from prissy choir girl to "stagehand" and trust me, i'd be wondering that, too. at my high school choir and theater didn't go together. but i promise you i got there.

my choir director had an assistant. she was our pianist. she also gave private voice lessons. and her kids who did the voice lessons had to put on a spring show where they sang their little songs using props on a stage and she needed a stagehand. i don't really know why she asked me but she did. so i did it. i had to wear all black. it wasn't a theater play but i still had to go on the stage and set the props up. only it was between each song, not just between two acts. and there were a bunch of songs.

i don't even remember her name - the pianist. but she was really sweet. she paid me and i didn't expect that. i think maybe she asked me because she knew my family didn't have much money. she probably thought she could be nice. she gave me $30. it was an extremely kind gesture. i wish i could remember her name. i'm glad i randomly remembered the experience though.

it made me feel good when she asked me to do it. at the time it made me feel needed for something and i remember what i was going through then. i needed to feel needed. and the money was nice. we really didn't have much of it. but more than anything i felt like someone had picked me to do something that she really needed help with. now i realize the kids could have set up the few props they used themselves.

i hope i can do something like that for a kid some day. a small gesture can give you such a sense of self-worth. it's amazing, really. you never know what difference such a little thing can make.