(“The Wizard of Oz”, 1939/ “Command Performance”, April 6, 1943/ “Philco Radio Time”, October 8, 1948/ “Lux Radio Theater”, December 25, 1950 / Capitol Records, August 25, 1955 / Carnegie Hall, April 23, 1961 / The Final Concert, March 25, 1969).
Yesterday I talked to a new girl at work. I told her I love old movie musicals and movies in general. She didn’t know much about the subject. She then tells me she’s a dancer and is studying dance. Her ambition is to be a choreographer and/or lead a dance troupe. I’m like “Oh cool. Then you must know Gene Kelly” and she says “Noo…”. I then go “…you know, the guy in Singin’ In The Rain” and she still has no clue. Then I’m like “But obivously you must know Fred Astaire right?”. She didn’t.
I’ve been dying to get into Pottermore since the beta started, but last summer when they let people in I had no free time which meant I didn’t have time to enter. So I’ve been waiting impatiently ever since. And now I’m finally in and I’m a Rawenclaw, just like I thought I would be.
I’m way more excited about this than I should be, considering I’m almost 23, but whatever!
These past 5 days have gone by so fast. London is such an overwhelming town for someone who’s never been there before. I enjoyed every second of it and I know I’ll be coming back as soon as I possible ♥
“I’ve learned that you can’t run away from your problems. If that sounds corny, I apologize, but it takes a lot of learning just to get that far. I no longer expect things around me to be perfect or ever to be perfectly satisfied with myself. I used to have absurd pictures of what life ought to be like — and when it didn’t go along that way, I’d go to pieces. It would be tragic if I hadn’t arrived at a more mature view point. It’s not that I’m cynical or discouraged or tired. But I’ve discovered that part of the wonderful richness of the world is in its imperfections. That land that lies over the rainbow is probably a terrible bore to live in, anyhow!”—Judy Garland. (via babygumm1922)