inside Rhodes

Having just returned from musical practice, I’m in such a singy mood. I immediately get on Youtube and spend a few minutes looking up some of the songs that have been on repeat in my head. “That’s How You Know,” one of the THREE songs from “Enchanted” nominated for an Oscar, is incredibly catchy, and a quick Youtube search yields related links starring Kristin Chenowith, one of my favorite singers. That, in turn, leads me to “Wicked,” the Broadway musical, and pretty soon I’m defying gravity (and all sense of propriety) as I dance around my hall to the melodious trilling of Idina Menzel.

On that note (haha, get it? puns are the best), I’d like to expound on how much individual (possibly emerging) artists have affected the lives of my roommate, me, and our friends. Let’s take a look at the reactions elicited by the judges’ rejection of a certain sweet crooner on American Idol:

Pathetic, no? Just kidding; I love these gals (and truthfully, I was making a very similar face off-camera). Reality television has taken over our lives. Sometimes I feel guilty just whiling away the hours staring at a brightly-lit screen - ironically, just what I’m doing now - but am mollified by activities like musical practice and attendance of awesome Rhodes productions like:

THE VAGINA MONOLOGUES.

My arm hairs got quite a workout from just watching these women relate the stories of their abused, ostracized, sheltered, shy, beautiful peers. The performances were stimulating, motivating, captivating, and altogether sensational. I honestly had to dab at the corners of my eyes during the most heart-wrenching of monologues and repeated that motion as I roared at the ear-splitting orgasms that defined the following act. An amazing show filled with amazing women, it was.

Sadly, that performance was more than half a month ago (I told you; I’m a vomit blogger), and the inspirational effects have worn off a bit. My fellow students have been engaging in sickening amounts of this ridiculous habit of “studying” while I laze around because my body forces me to. Yes, the flu bug has bitten me, but I refuse to allow it domination of my life.

In the midst of midterms, I sip the herbal tea that my mother has most lovingly sent me. My spirits are kept aloft by the shining beacon known as - dare I say it? - Spring Break, and I continue - in all aspects of my life, yes, even the academic - defying the gravity that threatens to engulf me.