some kind of wonderful;
Lorena, 21, brazilian.
Drop the formalities and call me Lolly, would ya?
A walking disaster with nowhere to go, suffering from occasional verbal diarrhea, where everything is Julie Andrews and nothing hurts. When there is doubt, in Meryl Streep we trust!
When you strip down all my barriers, you'll find nothing other than music left to see.
My childhood has now officially gone to shit.
I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. Everybody smoked back then. She had such a pretty voice though; why would you wanna ruin that God given voice?
Of course she can’t sing like she used to anyway.
I wish I had a voice like Julie Andrews did.
She didn’t. Get your story straight.
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Mike Ryan, Moviefone.
Accurate.
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painfully accurate
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LOL, I loved how he’s all “okay, Meryl, let me go now. Let. Me. Go. Seriously.”
[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]
Featured in the SAG Harbor Concert
50 WORDS OR LESS
How does one describe one’s life in 50 words or less?
How does one reflect the years it took to make this mess?
This tangled web, this pile of facts, this file of varied scenes and acts that form the summon substance of a life that’s still in transit?
Well, if I were a dancer, I would dance it, and if I had an instrument, I’d play it,
but since I neither dance nor play, I’ll have to find another way.
A simple way for me to try and say it.
50 words or less, that’s not as easy as it sounds.Well, I guess, for starters, I could use some words that others have used to
describe me over the years…
They used to say,
“Isn’t she the nicest, isn’t she the neatest? Can’t imagine that there ever could have been some half so wholesome, half so winsome!”But when all is said and done,
“Isn’t she the sweetest one?” There’s more… “Isn’t she serene? Look how pert and perky, nothing mean or dark or murky lurks to meet that pristine form. She’s all things sunny, bright and warm. Nice, neat, wholesome, winsome, sweet, pert and perky and pristine, bright and sunny, warm and serene.”If you can count through all that sugar, that’s 13.
50 words or less make a good impression, make a full confession make a calculated guess in 50 words or less.
Well, others have said“Rainbows radiate around her and she makes us feel real good that we have found her. She’s our Mary Poppins, our Maria Von Trapp.”
And, and and folks back home say,
“Well, the thing I like about her is she cuts through all that crap! I’ve known her all me life, I have, and she’s a real good sport, she whistles in the dark – it’s true, but she’s a sturdy sort. Loyal to the bitter end, helpful mate, trustworthy friend, courteous, kind, obedient to, thrifty, brave, clean right through - reverence is what she’s all about…”Oh god, they make me sound like a bloody boy scout!
“Trustworthy, loyal, helpful, friendly, courteous, kind, obedient, cheerful, thrifty, brave, clean and reverent and a sturdy sort.”Thank heavens! That’s 14 more – If you’re keeping score – for a total of 27.
Well, my bestfriends say“She’s womanly too, and feminine and sexy.” Well, that’s a little bold.
“Exotic and audacious, erotic and flirtatious.” Ooohh…
“Neurotic, masochistic, vindictive, crude and cold.”Now just a second, I am not cold! I’m aloof perhaps, or shy perhaps, or keeping under wraps perhaps, but cold? Not really. No, not cold….
Take a calculated guess.Well the family says, “She’s also maternal, protective and wise.” And Dad say, “Childish at times with stars in her eyes. A full-blown romantic - come rain or come shine.”
And the tally now comes to a full 49.
They have all had their day, they have all had their say but the last word is mine. Shall I make a good impression? Shall I make a full confession? Take a calculated guess.
Well, my word is lucky. Lucky. Lucky, yes!
Ted Wells about her daughter Julie Andrews: (Extracted from an Article, 1967)
“Then, when she has finished her tea, we often read poetry to each other, even at seven o’clock in the morning. Sometimes she’ll say: ‘Dad, doesn’t this remind you of when I was a little girl and you used to read to me.’
One of her favorite poets is the American, Robert Frost. One morning last summer, she picked up a volume of his work from her bedside table and said: ‘Dad there’s a poem in her called The Road Not Taken. I wonder what you think of it.’ I read it.
It really made my spine tingle. It seemed to me to summarize so much that Julie and I feel about life.
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh. I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence;
Two roads diverged in a wood, and
I-
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
The poem seemed to me to crystallize a quality which Julie and I share. Given a choice, we are both impelled by something inside us to take the more difficult road, the road ‘less traveled by’, hoping the reward at the end of it will prove it to have been the right choice. Julie chose the hard road when she was 19 and was offered her first chance on Broadway in The Boy Friend. She had doubts about taking it, as I’ve told you, because it meant leaving the family she loved.
There was no imperative need to go. There seemed to be enough work for her at home and her future as a singer looked very bright. But the challenge was there… and the challenge had to be met.”
MELISSA: “So I’m already in some weird, altered state talking to Brad and Angelina, and they’re so nice and chatty, and really bubbly. And finally, I got a little weird, and I was like, “I have to, you have to stop for a minute, ‘cause it’s a lot visually to take in.” I said that to them. And they just kind of laughed, and I said, “No really it is a lot.” ‘Cause she’s just like weirdly glowing, like she’s so beautiful, and he’s kind of cute too… And then I was like, “Ok, I’m sorry.” I needed to like regroup, ‘cause they’re kind of a lot and they were just like… (motions close to face) here.
And then as I was talking to them, somebody is pulling on my hand, and I hear, “Melissa! Melissa!” And I turned around, and she goes, “Hi, I’m Meryl!”
- Melissa McCarthy talking about meeting Meryl Streep at the Golden Globes.
McCarthy, you’re an honorary Streeper, girl!
yousayperfect-isaystreep Asks:
morphine-shot Said:
I aaaam, bb! Well, on Tumblr anyway. I’m on my IPod as I wait for my nebulization to finish.
Anonymous Asks:
morphine-shot Said:
Yes, that’s alright. I’m happy that you’re finding things which truly resonate to you as well. And thanks for asking my approval. Other people would’ve done it anyway.
I have this terrible cold at the moment, so thank you! :)
