The Glitter-John Lennon Loving-Ice Princess from the Baltic Sea (AKA: G-Money)

Greta. Today she asked me why that man shot Jesus' sister, because her teacher wouldn't tell her. Where on earth she got this idea, I really couldn't tell you. She lives in a fairy tale all the time. She even talks like she is from a fairy tale. A week ago, she told me I was banished from her room. For those of you who don't know Greta, I am sorry, because she is magnificent. She wears whatever she pleases,whenever she pleases. She says the funniest things, and when you meet her she'll be sure to invite you to her wedding where she is either marrying JJ or Ian. She is my youngest sister, with 11 years in between us. She talks non stop, including while she is sleeping. She will write you a song and then sing it to you within a matter if seconds. She can tell you everything there is to know about John Lennon, and throw in a few extra details. She cuts her own hair on a regular basis (bangs and all) and it is so cute. She has two twin baby dolls named Ball and Flower that she absolutely adores. She watches Harry Potter in her free time, and she is always smiling. I love her. The other day she came into the parlor and said "Grandpa, I know you're an old man, but I need your help!" and as he was helping her she yelled "You go, girl!" in the sassiest way possible. She is my best friend, and I can't believe I am going to have to leave 7 year-old Greta and go to college. It breaks my heart. I want her to stay that little, artsy, vintage, imaginary friend having, freckle face little girl forever. Sadly it won't be long before she is that hormonal teenage girl, sneaking out of the house at every chance she gets. (She already does that now at age 5.) Every so often G-Money will climb into bed with me and make me tell her all about Disneyland. I made her a promise, that before she grows up I'll take her there. I mean it with my whole heart. Better start saving, Nowhere Girl

Home is Wherever I'm with You.

A little over a year ago, I discovered the magic of Duchesne Theatre. The whole sha-bang is full of bubbling-love-fun-goodness-perfection. Each member has a sparkle that is unreplacable and never absent. That is something that leaves me at peace as the loves of my life head off to go concur the world without me. I see clearly now, that it is my job to pass down their sparkle-essence to future cult members. I need to be them for the little me's that needs an upperclassman to love their guts, like my upperclassmen did to me. I have a few words of love and wisdom to share with said people, but I am going to start with MB, even though she is not a senior.


Mary Beth,

I am well aware you are not a senior, considering the fact I am older than you, but I still gave a few things to say to a bubble like yourself. I admire your talent. No, we'll take it a step further...I envy your talent. I watch the way you own that stage and your characters and my mind is boggled. I try to model my ways after your ways. I love you, for many reasons. Including the fact you will DM me for hours as I have a panic attack and no one seems to care or listen. I like to think we are similar characters, and I think its so dandy we are friends. Thank you for being my MB. Thank you for listening to my rants, my panic attacks, my love of Doug speeches, and for letting me help you show the new theatre kids the magic.


Catie,

You are a pivotal part in my life. I'd say you are the one girl at Duchesne who has truly become like my sister, because I'm pretty sure we fight more than my real sisters and I do. Have you noticed that it is always resolved or blows over? Yup, because we love each other. I remember the first week of Anything Goes rehearsals, and being the tall people that we are, we were placed in the back, right next to each other for every dance. Little did Monica McSwain know she was changing my life forever. I remember thinking "Who the hell is this girl? I am sure glad she's talking to me so I don't look like such a loner. Hopefully I get to thank her someday." Well, I'll be damned! Look what I get to do. Thank you. Remember when we'd sit on the stairs together praying Kaleigh would come talk to us? Now look, we're like three peas in a pod. With the discussion of bowel movements and Beatle's movies. Thanks for letting me in your car and being my friend. I love you and I can't believe you're going to have to leave. But we will still have Wednesday and all those memories. I love you. I love you. Thank you, from the deepest crevice of my heart.



John,

I wanted to be your friend so badly it hurt the inner most parts of my body. I creepily idolized you from a distance. I remember begging Catie to introduce us. We spoke a little but it was awkward. Then, last day of performances, I saw this book. Something along the lines of a zombie apocalypse. It was so you. I had to get it for you. So, I did. And I wrote something in it that I don't remember. I was hoping it would show you just how big of an impression you made on me. Them, within months(?) I was spilling my heart out to you and you listened and responded with such wisdom. I just loved you. For awhile I thought you readily disliked me, but for some reason, I don't remember what changed my mind on that. Anyway, I am so glad it isn't true, because you have a niche in my heart, that if it were ever to go missing, I would slowly fall apart and no longer be Abigail, or, more importantly, Agibail. I know I've got you forever. You are that older brother I never got. You are one of the loves of my life! Thank you for saving me. Thank you for being John. That boy who has gumption. I love you, your guts, and your soul. You are...awesome.






Blessed are those who make that magic,

Nowhere Girl