Red Day

I've been a member for a looooong time, and I STILL hadn't declared a red day. But that has all changed...(cue anticipatory music)

Today, I was sitting in my Theatre class. I was thinking about the other day, when my teacher, Mr. B, was talking about training a new person to be stage manager for the musicals and one-acts.

Now, to understand this, you have to see that I am not the most outgoing person in the world, especially for things like this. But I really wanted to do it, and so I decided to just go for it.

The girl who does that now is graduating this year, and he wanted someone from my class to take over. I'm a junior, and my school is well-known for its musicals. It's a very big responsibility, and I have never done anything like it. But I don't act, and I want to be involved. And so, after class, I ventures up to the front of the room and said, "Mr. B? I was wondering about training for stage managing-- I've never done anything before but I think I could do it, and I am really interested." He said, "Ok. I'll talk to Kim and you can train for it. It's really high-stress, but you can do it."

And that was my red day. And I can't wait to do it again, because it was awesome.

Yes, well. Hello. I joined this community today, even though I know it's existed since... very early this year. I told myself that I wouldn't join (instead of post) until I actually did something worthy of a "Red Day" -- and it's taken me months and months to wait to be able to join here because I'm very... not into things.

So, today is my first post and first Red Day.

Today I went to a protest. Which, I suppose, may not be that exciting. But yes... that was just the tip of the iceberg. It was a protest against the War on Iraq, in Sydney today. We marched from Town Hall to the Domain which is a large bunch of green garden near the Botanical Gardens in the middle of the city. That was lovely, but I also bought a shirt and wore it. I'm not usually really that vocal about my opinions, as I've gotten into trouble for them at school (other girl insulted my point of view so I threatened to bash her over the head with laptop) before. So I walked through the city with a opinionated shirt etc.

That was my red day, and it felt good. I am so going to do another one soon.

hi everyone. my name is kathy. i joined Red Day a while ago, but haven't had the opportunity to seize the day... until today.

a long-winded history that you can skip if you want:

[basically, i've been madly, madly in love with a beautiful 28-year-old man who teaches at my school for two years. (i try not to call him a "teacher" because i realized that he's a person, whose job just happens to be teaching.) don't shake your heads in disapproval yet; there's nothing sexual or lolita-ish going on here. i don't know why i fell in love with his soul, or why he seems to see my own soul without even trying, or even wanting to. nobody asked for it. it's something weird that i can't really comprehend, a spark that just exists, something that is "mutual but not openly acknowledged", as a friend described it.

anyway, we were in a play together recently, and while it didn't help with the whole being madly in love with him thing, it did establish a friendship between us. we had a lot of amazing conversations during rehearsals, and we were able to put aside that weird intensity that we both kind of avoided, and just... become friends. ]

but back to my red day story -

we never talk in school because our paths just never cross, and now that the play is over, we don't talk at all. i used to blame it on fate, figuring that it wasn't meant to be. but i realized that i needed to talk to him. because i know that there is something amazing here, and i don't want to let it go. pursue the extraordinary, right?
this is my something extraordinary - and i am going to hold on to it for as long as i can. (i'm leaving for college in a few months.)

i realized that if i wanted to talk to him, i had to go out and do something about it instead of hoping that fate would arrange it for me to run into him by accident. i actually thought to myself, "now i'll have something to post in Red Day."

today i took a breath, and walked into his room.


you can read the details of that in my livejournal. sorry this was very long and rambly, but... i've been in a rambly mood all day. :)

What would you see in the Mirror of Erised? For non-HP-obsessors, what is the deepest and most desperate desire of your heart?

And before you depress yourself -- how can you get there? Before you run out of time, before you are telling your grandchildren not to wait, declare a Red Day for yourself and do something about it. I know that's not really as straightforward as it seems, but if you're willing to throw such personal stuff out in the open, more power to you. Let's liven up this community a bit.

Today was definitely another Red Day for me. I was quoting all over the place and doing wild breakout things like . . . swing dancing at midnight, letting it rain in the house, reaffirming my affection for Briar Moss [*coughKISSINGBOOKScough*], discussing windows with random people in English, and screaming at the joys of another.

In short, all things that make me feel like a wonderful, beautiful, fun, happy person. I could tell so many great stories right now. And that's why my life is so cool. ^^

Wow! I joined! I feel spiffy now. Lets see... what to talk about. Oh yeah. I have to rewatch DPS. Saw it but don't remember bits and now I wanna see it again. Must go to store, must go to store... One of these days I'm going to get Kathy and Megan and drag them out for a big shopping day. Clothes and books make me feel better. Yup, that's what I wanna do right now. 1 day of mindless money-blowing. ::nods::

Well. I have had many Red Days for myself . . . the first one was the start of the tradition, when I just felt like breaking out. I redesigned all of my websites for a day, coloring them in a brilliant crimson, and invited others to join me. Some of them did. Some of them didn't. Some of them thought they did, but really really didn't. *shakes head*

Anyways. My second Red Day was at camp, far away from computer access, so I couldn't really celebrate it publicly [let me tell ya, we'll go into that one later -- I go to this camp that's supposed to be for geeks, right? and *we're* not allowed to use the computers, but this dance camp that's there at the same time can. go figure that one out. ^^]. Yeah. And. I don't really know why I'm rambling, but I am.

I had a Red Day not too long ago -- I stuck a red pad in my backpack with "I HEREBY DECLARE RED DAY!" on it in red [naturally *huff*], and wrote it on my markerboard as well. Why was I so hyped-up about this one Red Day? Well, I wanted to give myself enough confidence to talk to this one guy . . . .

And yeah, I did it. =) Who am I to un-follow the commands of Red Day???? Nobody. If I can't follow my *own* holidays, I can't follow anything. So that's it, in a nutshell. Members, come in, we'll talk.