YOUR MISSION:

For you Mystery Googlers out there who recieved my summons, your mission is as follows: Buy a sheet of stickers, preferably glow in teh dark. Hand them out to people at your local subway station, train station, park, whatever, along with a reminder to care for the earth and feed the dinosaurs. Then post the most interesting reaction you get from any one of these people on mylifeisaverage.com, as well as on a comment to this page. Or email me at artismylife118@yahoo.com to tell me about it. If you choose to accept, you will be my new friend and an awesome person. If you do not, then you must pass your mission on to another. Best of luck, comrade.

Play-Doh dinosaurs.

'Lo there, comrades.
My life has been a bucket o' busy of late. Firstly, I got a part in my school's fall play, which, while very very very fun, has sucked me dry of any free time. For those of you who have heard of it, the play is called "Rumors", by Neil Simon, and is about 4 couples who go to another couple's dinner party, only to find the hostess MIA, and the host with a bullet hole in his ear-lobe. They try to figure out what happened, and various antics and shenanigans ensue. I play Claire, the boring, gossipy upper-class socialite. Fun stuff, man.
Secondly, I've been recruited into the marching band. I play the gong, crash cymbals, and occasionally the snare drum. It's very fun, except for the fact that I am small and weak and almost incapable of handling large pieces of metal. My hands really hurt, but it's still very fun. Last week was my first competition.
It did not go well.
Not only did I totally blank on the entire first movement, I dropped the gong as I was rolling it to the playing field.
Now, here's a little multiple choice...
If you are rolling a gong down a hill and hit a rut and it begins to tip over, do you...?
a] Hold on to it tightly and calmly try to keep it from falling
b] Yell for someone to help you keep the gong from falling
c] Curse as loudly and explicitly as you can and let the gong fall, resulting in an ear-splitting crash that the whole band can hear

Obviously, the answer in this situation is C...

Fun stuff. Another thing to add to my EPIC FAIL list.

On another note, this morning I heard the following conversation:
Bleach-blond scene boy #1: "You know, you really don't look much like a guy.
BBSB #2: "Really? I always thought I had a great fashion sense..."
BBSB #1: "Well, the more you start to look like a Japanese girl, the less I can pay attention to your fashion sense."

It made me really happy.

Quails, glorious quails

My quails!

From top to bottom: Sufjan, Antoinette, Maude, and Flip [with Antoinette stealing a spot in the background.]

I just love how each of them has their own personality. Sufjan is the born leader, he always is pushing the others around and sleeps in the middle of the little nest they've consructed. Antoinette like to jump on things, and is the most trusting. Maude is the most easily scared, and likes to sit in their little house thing. She also likes to sit in the feed dish, much to the chagrin of the others. She flies the most. Flip is kind of passive and makes the lowest-pitched sounds of all of them. He really likes carrots, and the others don't.

Go to the buildings that tower above us, go to the stages and hope that they love us.

Here's a song I just unearthed from my archives, thought I'd share it.

"An Hour Left on the Highway"

1-- Give me Italian food and a cardiac stent
A Canadian dime to give our homeless kin
A good pair of shoes and a trenchcoat and sunglasses too
Beat up braincells and money to be spent
Marginally scary but I'm glad we went
Seeing blazing flares and fires to my left and right
And here we are, driving ourselves into the night

Ref-- And here we go across the world
The neon lightbulbs spin and twirl
My head is aching and I've been waiting
For a mocha and a place to focus
Screaming voices and endless choices
Laughter and disaster and inevitable noises
It's all cause we have no time to stay
And there's still an hour left on the highway

2-- Go to the buildings that tower above us
Go to the stage and hope they love us
Walk the gauntlet and look up into a hole
See the Skyway glowing yellow and red
See the steel and fiberglass mess with your head
Give the toll booth girl in the white gloves a five dollar bill
And when the batteries die, hope you have the memories still

Bridge-- And then your lipstick bleeds and the music dies
And your fantasy fades and the babies cry
And you take off your glasses and you finally see
That you have to pay to have reality
And the road gets bumpy and you bite your toungue
And you wait for tomorrow but it never comes
And through all this you hope and pray
That you'll make it through this hour left on the highway.

This came from an excruciatingly tiring car ride with my family as we traveled home from Chicago. I wrote it in the car at around midnight by the light of a Nintendo DS in an old sketchbook to the tune of screming 5 year olds.
Such fun.

How long, how long must we sing this song?

I've become increasingly frustrated with all the complainers in my life. Recently, a "friend" was whining to me about how her parents hate her because of the way she dresses, how she'll subsequently disobey everything her parents tell her to do, how she doesn't believe in God because God doesn't believe in her, and oh! How no one loves her [she's gleaned this assessment from the fact that she can't keep a relationship going for more than a few months]. And recently, on the glorious Facebook, this particular girl posted a note that was a list of things that one could own/have done to see if you were "Ghetto", "Average Teen", "Upper Class", or "Snobbish Rich Kid". Her score of things was a 35, I believe, falling into the "Average Teen" category. When I filled this list out, I got a 19, and was therefore classefied as "Ghetto". Now, I am not poor, nor am I disadvantaged, I just haven't been on cruises or met a celebrity or owned my own computer/TV/Pool.
My main point is, this girl really has no right to complain about her life when she isn't bad off at all in comparison to many others. I doubt HIGHLY that her parents actually hate her for her copious amounts of eyeliner or snakebite peircings, and it wouldn't kill her to change some stuff so her parents didn't "Hate" her. If she was truly concerned that her parents hated her, she would change. It took everything I had to not roll my eyes and laugh in her face when she announced her resolute desicion to rebel against her parents, because that's jsut so typically, disgustingly immature. Her poor, poor parents. Her philosophy of "God doesn't believe in me" just angered me. I'm not terribly religious, but I was raised Catholic and I know my fair share of theology. Who is she to accuse God of not caring about her? Why is she so important that she's the ONLY one who God doesn't love? And how is she to know what God thinks of her? Heck, if she claims to not believe in the existence of God, how can she say God doesn't believe in her? And no one LOVES her? Okay, so you can't keep a boyfriend. That doesn't mean no one LOVES you. Eat some ice cream, watch a romantic comedy, and get over it!
It just bothers me.
People need to be grateful for what they have and stop making such far-fetched cries for ill-deserved attention.
While I realize that this girl may be very maladjusted, that does not excuse her from being obnoxious about it.
Okay. Now I'M bordering on being a complainer, so I'll jsut stop there.
Arrivederci.

Tangerine trees and marmalade skies.

As I said previously, I've re-made this here bloggy blog in an effort to "grow up" a wee bit. Also in an effort to not have a seizure every time I blogged.
Here I am, sitting in English 11 AP, doing basically nothing having finished penning my memoirs. Around me are the sounds of innumerable restless voices. I am twirling in my spinny chair and doodling pictures of stars on the back of the quiz we just got passed back.
For lunch I had cold veggie pizza and an apple that looked like it had been touched up with cheap lipstick.
I think I have the flu.
I am currently eating one of those lifesaver mints that sparks when you bite it really hard. That always worried me a little, because food is not supposed to light up [in my humble opinion.]
I am listening to two girls talking about the upcoming swim season, several boys in the back loudly discussing how awesome some band from 1978 is, and the mechanical hum of the computer.
We got our school pictures back today, and I look surprisingly tolerable, except for some random janked up curl sticking up off my head.
I'm having guilt issues because I bought a plastic bottle of water today.
I still have a bucket load of Music Theory homework to do.
There is little more to report.

-What do you call cheese that isn't yours? -- NACHO cheese!

School's been busy, which is why I've been such a bad girl and not written in a while. What with the intolerably, utterly, ridiculously huge mounds of AP US history notes I've had to take, the lengthy Latin translations, and confusing compositions due for music theory, I've not had a whole lot of free time on my hands.
Also choir has been slowly eating at my soul with its very cliche medlies about world peace. Major thirds can only be used so much in an attempt to harmonize, my dear music arrangers...sheesh.
In other slightly more splendid news, The quails are getting bigger! Antoinette has developed light brown stripey feathers, Maude is turning a very pretty lavender shade of grey, Sufjan is almost black but with blue tints when he's in the right light, and Flip is still very very blue n' ginger. They still are a bit scared of me, but will now eat out of my hand.
Let me see, what else... Oh, on the 14th I will be auditioning for two plays: The first,our old favorite The Sound of Music. I'm planning on auditioning for either Leisl or Frederic, depending on the amount of prepubesent boys that try out. The second is entitled Rumors, and it's about a dinner party. That's all I know about it as of now, but there's a character who's description is nothing more than "A bundle of nerves". Nervous characters are always fun to play..
On a diferent note, all the allegedly depressed scene kids who are infilterating my territory are grinding my last nerve into irked little shreds.
I am cold, I am sleepy, I love nacho cheese, and there is little more to say. I must away, I still have to finish my blasted homework.

Side note: For those of you who actually look at this blog [anyone? anyone out there??] I've changed it, because the whole red n' purple scheme I had going on was giving me a little bit of a seizure every time I saw it. So. Plus I think mayhap I should mature this a little bit, to reflect more of myself and less of my mid-sophomore-year self. For that self was not a very splendid self...

Live on, Death Cab!

Life has alternated between me loving music theory, oatmeal, and poetry, and hating 500 mile differences, AP U.S. History, double flats and sharps, and 500 mile differences again. Music Theory has been the only class I'm both good at and enjoy thus far, though choir is actually tolerable. I've become increasingly depressed about the fact that the guy I love happens to live 500 miles away [he's driving to Massachusetts for school as we speak]. It is rather unfun thinking that I have yet to see him face to face. Meh.
On a much happier note, I got my quails! Sufjan, Flip, Antoinette, and Maude are utterly adorable. The two males [Sufjan and Flip] are both bluish, with ginger underbellies and white faces, and Antionette and Maudie are both a dusty greyish brown/red color. They make adorable little laughing noises and like to hop. So far I've almost gotten Antoinette to not be afraid of me. Huzzah.
I've also written 5 more poems and 3 melodies. I feel deliciously creative. This is quite an accomplishment seeing as I've been spending my week taking notes for US History and doing basically nothing else. I've about 5 front-back pages thus far, and still need to cover the essay questions. But I think it will go well. Here's hoping.

"I wish the world was flat like the old days, and I could travel just by folding a map. No more airplanes or speed trains or freeways, there'd be no distance that could hold us back."

Gott helfe dir wenn du die Sonne noch siehst...

Well. School, that fickle, fickle requirement for us young'ns has begun. Right now I'm not too worried about my classes, they shouldn't be too dificult [and, having said that, I am jinxed.]. On Maroon days [we operate on a block schedule; our school colors are maroon and gold] I have Honors Algebra II [Eh. The teacher is good, I've heard, and I've never been too awful at Algebra], Choir [The director is, as per usual, utterly insane], English AP [The class should be easy, the teacher walks like a t-rex, and my ex boyfriend is in it. Peachy.], and U.S. History [Teacher is lovely, all the notes we have to take aren't]. Then for Gold days, Ethnic Studies [Teacher is reputed to be wonderfully mad, but I think I may switch out and take another science class], Music Theory AP [Which I did not fail at, other than not knowing what an alto clef looked like! Plus I have many friends in it], Latin II [Good class. Not so good that I had to switch out of theater to fit it into my schedule. Also not so good that my ex is in this one, too.], and then Honors Chemistry [I've heard the teacher is a total moron, but she seems nice]. So. Not to great, especially having to drop theater, but not awful either.
In other news, I grew out my fingernails and ate some great pesto.

~~~~~~~~ >O ~~~~~~~~~ swim ,fishie, swim!

Good God, Faiz, I haven't written in half an eon, have I? Very very sorry, my loyal followers.
Here we go. Snippets of my existence since last post:
--Beauty and the Beast! AAH! It went very very well, if I do say so myself. I had bunches of fun being everyone's favorite teapot, and so many people came to see it! Not to mention our amazing cast parties, invloving lots of random singing and dancing on top of waterfalls.

-- ZE KAHWAILS! My little quaily babies are growing at an alarming rate. Still as adorable as ever. I decided to name mine Antoinette, Flip, Sufjan, and Maude.

-- Emily's Downtowning with Meeb! My aunt and I took downtown B-town by force last weekend. After getting some rather fantastic coffee, we got art supplies, records, fun pins, and a blond wig, of all things. And I must say, I was never meant to be a blond. Good times, good times.

-- Things I love right now: Jane Eyre, Sufjan Stevens, comic books, safety pins, red lipstick, Abraham Plato, quailies, saying "HUZZAH!" and pesto.

Tale as old as dirt, Belle is such a flirt...

Okeee Dokee, loyal followers. Random bits of my life:
* I have grown to adore three things as of late: The Who's "Tommy", which is even more remarkable than the last time I listened to it [in 9th grade], grilled summer squash, and walking everywhere.
* I've hit the oh-so special 2-week mark in my long-distance relationship thing. How magical :/
*Beauty and the Beast rehearsals have been crazy. My left arm is getting super buff from having to hold it in a teapot-spout position for an extended period of time, I've had to carry the entire soprano one part by myself since I'm the only person [besides the girl who plays Belle] who can sing anything above a high "G". Bleh. We've had a bunch of fun being whacked out enchanted objects. Beatwaffle!
* MY QUAILS HATCHED! I'm now the proud mommy of 12 baby button quail, along with my friends other Emily and Betsy, and MAN, are they adorable. The quails, not my friends...though, they're pretty cute too ;]
* I'm growing out my chronically-bitten fingernails!
* Our TV now picks up another channel, so now I can watch M*A*S*H* reruns!

I'd say that's about it... Oh, and I've written some more poems. I might post them later.

Silly me! Silly, silly, happy, stupid, ridiculous me!

Hey!
Guess what!
Guess WHAT?!
Ahem.
Emily has a booooyfriend!
Emily has a boooooooyfriend!
Who lives in North Caroliiiiina!
Which is really far from Indiaaaaaana!
But is still Emily's boooooyfriend!
Whoo.
Okay.
Now that I have THAT out of my system, let's review here, shall we? so right now I'm in Philly with mi padre y mi hermanos [thus ends my Spanish vocabulary] and I'm having much fun with the cable tv and high-speed hotel wi-fi. To explain the little jingle up there, I seem to find myself in a long-distance relationship with a guy I met over [you guessed it] Facebook! Whoohoo!
Before you get the wrong impression here, He's friends with one of my good freinds who used to live in North Carolina, and we've been electronically conversing for about 3 months-ish now [truly, it is the 21st century], so I'm fairly confident he's not actually the proverbial 50-year-old pedophile man who wants to assault pretty little girls like me via online chat rooms and all that dangerous stuff.
Fairly confident. One can't be too sure, mmm?
So oui. Emily over here is pretty happy about all this. Oh, and his name is Abraham. How cool is that? I thought they stopped naming kids that right around the invention of the TV or electric egg beater or Flapper dress or something. Which, don't get me wrong, is fantastic. Emily loves the vintageish. Plus he writes pretty stuff.
Moving on from Emiloo's boy drama and stuff.
Let me see...what else is there to talk about. Oh! Art museum! Yay!
Henwin and Samwise [my magic pig and hobbit] and I went to this superly amazazing art museum today. I saw my faaaaavorite Picasso and Monet paintings eeeever [all in the same place! What are the odds??] which brought me great joy, and...
Oh. Emiloo has to go.
People waiting in line to use computers.
But I promise I will return, my dahlings.
Arrivederci!

Bulgarians are pretty cool. So are these things:

Life in nutshell:
Vacation to Lake Michigan=Awesome.
Sunburn= Not so much.
Attractive males in vicinity=Nil.
Tom Hanks=Amazing.
Peeling skin=Not very amazing.
Jesus Camp=Fun, mostly.
Meeting new people from far off places such as Arkansas and Missouri at Jesus Camp=Wonderful.
Church 3 times a day=Sore knees.
One bread, One cup, TWO tents.
Seminarians and Monks=Very funny people.
John= No match for the Blue Trolls.
Gracey Goodness!
Chocolate Syrup!
Bruce Almighty!
Beauty and the Beast=Something to be very excited for!
Singing=Power

And there we are!

Mahoooooootwoootfruuuuiiiit....

I'm baaaaaack from vacaaaaation! Here are the things that I learned while visiting the lovely Lake Michigan.
-No matter how much you Febreeze the couches in the rented beach house, they will obstinately continue to smell like mouse urine.
- It's darned cold up there.
-Falling asleep in the sun for 3 hours without waterproof sunscreen can result in a wicked all-over burn. Owwie.
- Cable television is glorious! Watching Nick at Nite until 2 in the morning...an Ace of Cakes marathon... Lifetime movies...the joy, the joy!
- Michigan City has an astounding lack of teenage boys. Go figure.
-It's called "The Windy City" for a reason. Don't wear short skirts while touring Chicago unless you want to pull a Marilyn-Monroe-holding-dress-down pose every few seconds...
-"Screwdriver Sandpiper" will be found hiding underneath the scarf on your bed.
- Sitting on the railing of your room's own personal balcony is a great way to spur sketch inspiration.
- While Chicago is marginally scary, it has some great record shops.
- Getting a mocha in Chicago is surprisingly darned hard to do. Jeez...
- Pardon my sacrilege, but Sufjan Stevens is the Lord Almighty.

Jeez. I haven't been on the computer in a week, and yet I'm getting the whole "Get offline go outside Nyah" thing...and I'll be outside for a week, computerless, starting tomorrow....arrrrrgh.

Then, to boot, she tells you she was in the arms of a cousin just back from overseas...

I just got my DVD from our musical, and I'm dismayed you can't see anything in the nightclub scene...namely my red dress. Ah well...
In other less egotistical news, yesterday was awesome. Basically it was just a bunch of crazy mostly St. Charles people playing volley ball and sitting in the hot tub and yelling at Matt to let us make a slip-n-slide. Oh, and we watched 88. Surprisingly, no one enjoyed my running commentary on how stupid the protagonist was for not noticing the scary-looking guy in the leather jacket sitting at the bar broodingly and how the pretty lady hanging upside-down from the ceiling dripping blood and crying for help should have technically been dead 12 minutes ago and how annoying that cell phone's ring tone is and how that fire looked really dang fake and shouldn't they have said that line differently?
Everyone's a critic...
But it was fun nonetheless. And I love rich person houses.
And now my mum is yelling at me to turn off the computer and get my booty into bed, so that I shall do.
Arrivederci.

Aspertame is yucks.

My sentence at the local detention center for juvenile delinquents [aka Bloomington High School North...because apparently all high schoolers are a crime waiting to happen...] is quite nearly up! Tomorrow is the last day of school! Whahoot!
I'm, in short, so relieved. I've made it through sophomore year without dissolving into a puddle of conformity/drugs or spontaneously imploding! Quite a feat, in my opinion.
On another note, my caar is ruuunniiiing! My dad drove it down our street and back without a hitch. This makes me very very happy. Now I have means to run far, far away should I ever need to. Heheheh. Once I get it mural-ified, of course.
To celebrate tomorrow's freedom, the posse and I are going to have a slip-n-slide party. Now, the last time I did that I nearly got a concussion, not to mention several plastic burns and scrapes, but the fact remains that it's so much fun. I mean, the things you can do with huge sheets of plastic and PAM cooking spray....
Anyhoos.
So yeh, bottom line, I'm glad to have attained some freedom. First stop: Lake Michigan beach house, where I have my own attic room. Next: St. Meinrad, youth group retreat with Kathryn. Third: Philly with dad, Henwin, and Samuel. We'll try not to get murdered. Then, BEAUTY AND THE BEAST MUSICAL PROGRAM REHEARSALS FWAAAH! X]
And then?
Sleep.
Lots and lots of sleep.

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Okay. My life in a nice neat little pile since the last time I posted. Feel free to insert fantastical adventures involving sky diving and Italian men:

-Babysat for the adorable little blond kids on Friday and made and easy 35 bucks. Really, it's hardly a job, since the kids just sit and look practically eatable. Haha.

-Bought a god awful, ugly as hecks 80s dress from a local indie store for a dollar, converted it into a skirt, and pranced at my own craftiness.

-Realized that, even though he is a popular singer and has been played on B97 [local crap music radio station], Jason Mraz is pretty dang awesome. Huh.

- Watched School of Rock, and maaaan, is that Jack Black silly..... Oh, would I that I attended such a school...sigh.

- Watched The Incredibles for the 4 millionth time. I want to be Edna when I grow up...

- Spent 3 hours downtown with my homeimpala (as opposed to homedog) Korinne, looking for examples of Roman architecture for Latin. We spent at least an hour traipsing all over downtown and campus looking for "Ionic Columns", in the rain. It got to be so frustrating that Korinne started eating leaves. We finally found them, but by that time we were soaked to the bone and thouroughly frustrated. Oh, and once I got home I realized something... In the very first, the VERY FIRST picture I took, of "Dentils" on the courthouse...well, guess what kind of columns were also in the picture? GUESS!!! Grumble.

- Ate a coffee cup full of chocolate-covered espresso beans and nearly died of happiness/heart palpitations. Call it what you will.

-FINISHED MY ANNA KARENINA AND KING LEAR PAPERS! AHHH! LIFE HAS MEANING AGAIN!

- Started a World History project in which I live on $7 of food for a week, or a dollar a day. So far today I've eaten generic raisin bran, a schmooshed banana, an non-whole-grain english muffin with "value brand" peanut butter, and half a package of ramen. Oh, and water. Lots of water. I think I may die...

-Was told by a girl who rides my bus that I should try bisexuality, because she has "a lot of friends who would LOVE to date you." Prompty got "I Kissed a Girl" stuck in head. And the scary thing is, this is ALWAYS what my bus is like.

- LAST choir concert of the year tonight! I'm so happy I could weep...

Hopefully that will slake your thirst for my imcomprehendible quirkiness, at least for now. Latin calls...

When I hear that old song they used to play...

Okay. Recap on week:
a] Almost done with Anna Karenina. It has taken me a month to read. Darn you, Tolstoy.
b] Saw Thoroughly Modern Millie at rival high school, and man, were their programs shiny....sigh.
c] Auditioned for local production of Beauty and the Beast today, got role of Mrs Potts and is very, VERY happy. I get my own song for the first time since the 7th grade! Yea-yeah!
d] Mooched new Bob Dylan album off of friend; loves it [even if his voice DOES make the dogs howl and the babes weep].
e] Got $12 worth of Salvation Army clothes and some more clip-on earrings. Life is good when you can boast a 3 dollar polka dot blouse.
f] Learned the words to More Than A Feeling!

More than a feeling... Uhm naaa na na numm nah nah nuh nuhm...

I've had "More Than a Feeling" stuck in my head all day...and I don't know, like, any of the words. Sadness. Anyhoo, after school some of my groupies and I went down to the park near our school to chill...and I mean that very literally, we played in the waterfall there and it got pretty cold.
But it was fun, even if I had ice thrown at me and almost died falling off a cliff. Mad times, mad times...
So now here I am, boredly blogging at 11 PM instead of sleeping or doing Latin homework. Skewed logic girl strikes again ("If I eat ice cream, the metabolic energy needed to digest all the fat and sugar will WARM me up, even though it's frozen" [as I shiver uncontrollably]. Yup.)
I should probably go now, but not before I say happy birthday to blogspot's very own "Gale Aeva". Haaaappy biiirthday to youuuu, haaaappyy biiiirthday tooo yoooou, happy biiirthday deeeaaar Gale-who-really-is-Alex-and-I-knew-it-all-aloooooong, haaaappy biiirthdaaayyy tooooo yoooooou.
Whoot.

School makeths me wanteth to sleepeth....

Well, I'm writhing this in the 6-odd minute we have left of English class. The day's been cut short due to our "Honor Day", which basically was 3 hours of people being bored and half-heartedly clapping for all the seniors who got a bunch of scholarships and stuff. I got recognized, too, but just because I'm one of the 60-ish sophomores with a 3.85 GPA [or higher]. I swear, this "honors Day" was punishing us for our good behavior. It was so. Dang. Boring. And I do not deal well with boredom. So read Anna Karenina and tried to keep my brain cells from atrophying. What's the point of school if you don't DO anything??
Ah, afternoon announcements just came on, the bell will be ringing any minute. I'm off to the park to play in the rain, ciaou.

Metaphorically whimsical.

The first thing I saw when I looked out the window this morning was my two goats running in obsessive-compulsive circles. It was amusing.
Today would have been inordinately boring had it not been for the fact that I am wearing magenta lipstick and a purple hat. Not to mention a chartreuse shirt and the typical red shoes. Oh yes. Nothing can be boring when you have a purple hat. Except maybe waiting rooms or standardized tests. But other than that...
So, seeing as nothing hugely phenomenal happened today, I'm going to fill up this blog with my random spontaneous poetry of the day:

Outside is grey and I am orange
A starfish in the sea
An iridescent plane above
A balloon in a tree
Up above me birds are flying
I join their reverie
Down below me flowers sprout
I jump into their leaves.

I'm a lost hat in the river
I'm a zeppelin in the rain
I'm a windblown paper bag
I'm graffiti on a train
A dandelion in your garden
A stubborn spot of oil paint
A piece of sea glass in the sand
I'm the incarnate of strange

The world is deep and darkly blue
And I'm a shard of light
A piece of fire falling slowly
Through an endless void of night
To my left I see a shadow
I see zombies on my right
Looking back, the memories haunt me
I must go forward and take flight

A flamingo with the geese
Living among the dead
An island in a stormy ocean
Within the white, bright red
Dancing to my own concerto
Singing in my head
Going where the breezes blow me
Never being led

Wow. That there was pretty good, for having come up with it in 15 minutes just now. Crayyyzeee.

Once more, with feeling.

Alright, so that last attempt at "Le Random Topic" failed epically. So. Lemme try that again. Random topic: MONKEYS!
You can't get any more random that a monkey. Monkeys are amazing. In fact, I'm watching Curious George right now, and it's one random movie. My dad loves monkeys. My whole family is a big monkey house. We even have family jokes about monkeys, like "Monkey:The Musical" and "What does a Marmoset say"? among other things. I think it's appalling how they eat monkeys in some countries. Cats, I can handle. Dogs, sure. Goats...well, it's pushing it, but yeah. MONKEYS? Naw. You can't eat a monkey! They're...like babies. And you can't eat babies. Well, I guess you COULD, like that one guy in like the 1700s who wrote a satirical essay about it....anyways. So yeah, monkeys are cool. Apparently someone in my friend's neighborhood OWNS a monkey. man, how cool would that be? That would be the shiz.
Okay. I'm bored with monkeys. i practically live in a monkey house as it is. So. New topic?
Russian children's songs! Man, are they screwed up or what? There's this one i found that goes "Sleep, sleep sleep. Do not lay too close to the bed's side or a grey wolf will bite you."
Wow. THAT would be a nice thought to go to bed on... Though, I suppose it isn't much better than "don't let the bedbugs bite".
Ah, what am I saying, of COURSE it's worse. Bedbug....wolf. Wolf....bedbug. Hmmm. Take your pick. I choose the buggies.

Petticoats rock my socks, or lack thereof.

It was like 85 degrees outside today, I was so happy. Of course, I didn't realize this until like 2:30 when we got out of school, since they perpetually keep the interior of the school set at a rather frosty temperature. Sigh. Not a whole lot happened today [so why on earth am I blogging about it? The world may never know...] except that my Geometry teacher had an extra veggie tray lying around so I got to eat bell peppers and carrots all through 3rd period. It brought me great joy. Since that was the most exciting thing that happened to me today, I'm going to pick a random topic and talk about it for a while. Now, lessee...Topic, topic, topic...
Well, I cannot think of a random topic, and my allotted internet time just ran out. So. For now, my loves, arrivederci.

It's over! It's over! Strong Bad Says it's over! It's over! It's over! Everyone died 'cept me!

Well, dearies, what shall I tell you this fine day...hm. Well, the remaining performances of The Pajama Game went very well, indeed... and the cast party was very enjoyable. Mostly it was just me and about 6 other people sitting on a playground in the rain and exploring. And not smoking weed, as many assume. I'm so glad musical is over...now I have time to eat and sleep! woot! Ummm...I do believe I'm over my post-breakup angst...bout time, too. It's been nearly a month. Here is my final mentioning of Brian in this blog, for all the world to see: He is a stupidly immature egotistical irritating flounder with the emotional capacity of a teaspoon, to quote Harry Potter.
So nuff of that...
Mi familia came over last weekend for my brother William's First Communion and my play; that was a lot of fun.
And now my mom is telling me to get off the computer, so I will finish this here post later. Bye.

OOooooookay, I'm back. So. Random thought for the day: I really want to get started fixin up my van... it's a 1985 Volkswagon Vanagon. Right now it only runs a little [BUT IT RUNS!]...it'll need a new battery and an oil change, for sure, and I'll probably get some new tires and hubcaps while I'm at it. I also need to put the dashboard back on, I have no idea what the dolt who owned it last was trying to do... OH! and I'm going to paint it epically. I'm already designing the mural. And once we get that baby running...well, I'll have to learn to drive stick I guess...but I plan on taking it to next year's [or the year after's] Bonnaroo festival. My friend Korrine offered to pay for my food if I take her with. So. I'll start planning that epic adventure right now.

Clip-on earings hurt.

Week in a nutshell:
--Mon, Tues, Wed- Rehearse, rehearse, rehearse. There us a reason "rehearse" has the word "hearse" in it...
--Thurs-Opening night. AAAAAAAHHHHH! Much panicking and tears, but it went fairly well.
--Fri-second show, much better than the first. Nearly broke my dancing partner, actually DID break my dress. Flashing the audience was only narrowly avoided. Woohoo!
--Sat-Third performance. Went pretty well, had good energy. Cast-wide panic sessions when we discovered the dressing rooms were locked.
--Sun-EASTER! I CAN EAT MEAT AGAIN! WAAAHOOOO! Feasted on beef jerky and chocolate eggs while working on my Latin project.

All in all it's just another brick in the wall...

This week is what I like to call "hell week", aka, DRESS REHEARSALS. (Cue the ominous organ music and shrieks...)
Today's rehearsal was god freaking awful. The set kept malfunctioning, the people in the pit were talkative, our leading lady was on the verge of tears the whole time, we all were dying of aerosol inhalation form the hairspray...in other words, it was perfectly normal. Go figure. They say that the worse the rehearsals are, the better the shows will be...so I think we're set for a Tony-worthy show here.
Gaaaaaaaaahhhhd.
I'm sooooo stressed out. Again. No amount of sitting in my room with a bowl of edemame and Pink Floyd will help me now...I've gone off the edge.
In other news, I think The Wall is now officially one of my favorite albums ever. It's terrifyingly genius. Or just terrifying. Not sure yet. But god. It's so good. You all who see this should try reading The Bell Jar (one of my favorite books) and listening to The Wall at the same time. It's an epic experience. I highly recommend it. Unless you are suicidal/depressed/psychotic. Then it might just make you more suicidal/depressed/psychotic. Reading about someone going crazy and listening to someone going crazy just might have some adverse effects...I being probably the best proof of that. *Maniacal Giggles*
Okay. so. I just finished my homework (at 12:22 AM...), so it's sleepy time for Emmy. Later, gators.

Sleep would be nice...

I am not a happy camper. In fact, if I was a camper, I would be in a moldy tent, sitting in the rain in the cold mountains of Mosquitoland being chased by angry bears and fruit flies, with nothing to eat but uncooked mutton and paper. That's how ridiculously stressful my life has been. On top of the whole I-still-love-the-guy-who-dumped-me-even-though-he's-an-immature-arse thing and musical, I have had a lot of homework and quizzes and tests. It's like there's some sadistic demon out there, looking down on my puny existence and saying "Hmmm, now how much stuff can we throw at Emily before she snaps?" The answer: not much more. Even wearing bright orange leg warmers and having some oriental flavored ramen has not made my day any better. In English we read this short story called "Love in 6 Acts", and it was talking about how love is something to work at and you shouldn't let it go and give up once it gets a little hard and the novelty is lost, and how if you are with someone who loves you and is good to you, you should work all the harder at loving them even if you don't think you do for their sake, and how it takes a mature person to love, etc. etc..... It made me really mad, mostly because Brian was not paying ANY attention to the story. No, instead he was on the computer, probably lusting after pictures of Megan Fox or somthing...And gosh darnit, he could have taken a leaf out of that book. That information would do him some good, or at least make him feel a little guiltier....
Unfortunatly, I've told him that I'm not mad at him and I'm entirely over it all....which is not at all true....So I can't go and wallop him out of the blue without totally freaking him out. The last thing I want to be is the proverbial crazy bipolar revenge-seeking murderous emotional ex...So I try to keep my act together around him. Which is why, dear blog, you get to bear the brunt of all my complaints. Now, don't you feel special?
Grumbles.
The fact that I havn't gotten more than 5 hours of sleep a night for the past 2 weeks doesn't help much either...musical is gonna be the death of me. Sigh.
Ah, but I said I would talk about my children's play last time, did I not? Okay, dearies, here's the lowdown of Monday and Tuesday:
MONDAY:
We all get on a bus (and by we all I mean all 8 of us actors and "Momma Pratt") and drive to Childs Elementary, where we perform our first glorious play. I want to slap the little blond in front who says that we suck because we go to North High School ("But no offense!!!"). It goes well, for the most part. After that we go downtown and eat at the Bloomington Bagel Company before sitting outside Pygmalian's and talking about how our lives are awful. I'm sure we all looked like we were on about 5 kinds of drugs, dressed in our costumes, downtown on a school day. The chocolate covered espresso beans didn't help with that perception. We get back on the bus escolar and perform the play again , this time at Marlin Elementary. The kids there are super cute, asking questions like "What's a sophomore?" and "Are you guys gonna be on Broadway?" and "What was the purpose?"
Then we go back to school and sleep in the black box and play with glitter and waltz.
TYOOSDAY:
A lot more tired than on Monday, we sleepily board the bus to Grandview Elementary. They have a kick-arse stage. It kind of makes me want to die of happiness a little. After we perform the play, we answer questions ("How old are you?" "Do you know a guy named Chad?") and sit and talk for like half an hour, waiting for the bus. Then we go back downtown for lunch. Molly and I go to Bloomingfood's and get vegan sushi, quinoa salad, and some sort of greek pita thing. We eat it at the library and arevery happy. Then we meet up with everyone else at Cafe Pizzaria, eat more chocolate coveres espresso beans (I don't know how I didn't die of caffiene overload, I ate so many...), and talk with Momma Gray. She tells me that Brian is an arse and she "wouldn't want any daughter of mine dating him." I am happy. Then we perform once more, for the last time at Fairview (aka the ghetto school :/) and get questions like "did you use AK-47s or a 45mm to shoot those Nazis?". It makes us a wee bit worried.
Then back to the black box to sleep. Whoot!
Oh, have I even told y'alls what the play is even about? Goodness, how rude of me....
It's called "Ernie's Incredible Illucinations", and it's about this littl eboy (Ernie) who imagines things. Only when he imagines these things, they happen. For example: he imagines that Nazis are attackin ghis house. They do. It freaks his parents out, so he shoots them with an imaginary AK-47 (or was it a 45mm?). Then he imagines his great-aunt is a champion boxer, that there is a spy and myriad dead people in the library, and that his mousy father is a Superman-meets-James-Bond mountain climber. And so on and so forth. It's very cute, and very entertaining. We only had like 8 people in our cast, so a bunch of us had many parts. I mayself was, all at once, the director, a Nazi, a sick person in a doctor's office, and mountain, a spy-guy/hobo, a carny, and a flautist. Whoooohoo!
It was all very stressful. Fun, but stressful.
Arrrraaaagh.
I need sleep.

Musical is eating my soul.

Or it would, if I HAD a soul. Okay, Musical is eating my dark, cold space within me that sometimes pretends to be a soul on weekends and during sad movies. Seriously, I am so worn out....Emotionally as well as physically. Wheeeeeeew. Opening night is on the 9th! Ahhhhhh! You should all come and see it, it will be wonderful. Well, actually, it will be campy and cheesy and inane, but hey, it's a 1950s musical! What do you expect? But enough of my complaining--here's what's going down with the rest of my life...
A] I got new glasses! Whee! They are red and orange and purple and lovely.
B] I'm on speaking terms with the ex again. The first thing I've said to him after a week of cold, angry silence was "do you have a calculator?". Go figure.
C] Did I mention that I am crazy tired and have a ridiculous amount of work to do?!
D] The chillen's plays went really well. I'll report more on that later, right now I am falling asleep. *Zombie walks to room*

"And I fired two warning shots...into his head." "Some guys just can't hold their arscenic." "He ran into my knife. He ran into my knife ten times."

Well, I greatly enjoyed that crazy rant last time...but I feel better now. After about a week of solid depression and anger, I think I've finally gotten over it. All it took was some Cell Block Tango and English class. In English I realized that Brian is in fact an egocentric jerk with the maturity of a fifth grader who doesn't take into consideration how his actions will affect other people. Who could love a guy like that? I admit that I regret that it ended. I wish it could have lasted, and I'm sad that it didn't. I enjoyed my blind bliss more than anything else in the world. But at the same time, I'm glad that I can see him for what he really is now. Yes, I still find him incredibly attractive. Yes, I still enjoy listening to him playing piano. Yes, I wish we could still talk for hours on end about nothing in particular. But I can finally see that this is not a guy who I want to be in a relationship with. I think I can finally talk to him now without wanting to dismember him, so maybe we can start over as friends. And who knows, maybe some day he'll gain a few brain cells and some tact and we can try this again.
Here's part of a poem I've written:
"What I thought was a lighthouse warm and bright had been blinding me with its cruel, harsh light. The raindrop eyes which so hypnotized me are now as cold as an arctic sea."
Two other poems I wrote several months ago likened him to "a lighthouse in the distance, a beacon through the night, a shelter to hold onto, and fire warm and bright" and his eyes to "warm droplets of rain on a glass windowpane". I like this one, because it incorporates specifics from those blissful, naive poems. So. That there was your daily insight into my mind...
Anyways. Enough about my broken social life...
Musical is grueling this time of year. Wonderful, but oh God, is it grueling. The sheer amount of work we put into it drains my very soul. I am a zombie. A happy dancing zombie in blue plaid daisies, but a zombie nonetheless. Sigh, I do love that certain spastic, panicky magic that musical season has... and opening night is in less than 2 weeks!!! I can't wait.
Speaking of theater, the children's play that I'm directing is opening tomorrow. I'm very excited. Also very stressed. I know how critical elementary students can be, and I can't help but worry that we'll look stupid, or they won't understand it, or something will go horribly wrong...becasue something always does go horrible wrong. So I'm preparing myself for a torrent of torment tomorrow.... O.O But all that same, I'm very excited. Deeep breaths. Alrighty, I should get to bed. I was up until like 4 in the morning at Caitlyn's house, watching movies and Facebooking...so I'll see all ya little twerps later! Auf weidersehen, mein leiblings.

What fun, what joy, what the hell.

Well. It has been a fun week, no? Let me see, now what has happened to me since I last wrote? Spring break has since ended, and the most exciting thing I did was go to happy hour at Applebee's with my college cousins and one of their friends. I had water and mozzarella sticks. We talked about music. Wooooooot. I also wrote another stanza to the poem I'd been composing as long as Brian and I have been together. It was wonderfully epic, and I was so anxious to see him again on Monday, and celebrate our belated 6-month-iversary. So I see him at lunch, and what is the first thing he says? No, not "I missed you so much!" or "How was your break" or "let's sneal out of the cafeteria and make out". No, no, it was "I think it would be better for both of us if we weren't together anymore." Yeah. Mmmmmhmmm. 6 freaking months and five freaking days after HE asked ME out, he breaks up with me out of NOWHERE. Apparently he thinks that "we have nothing in common" and he "isn't ready to be in a relationship. Well, guess what, Brian dear, YOU SHOULD HAVE FREAKING THOUGHT ABOUT THAT 6 MONTHS AGO BEFORE YOU ASKED ME OUT. So yes. Everyone has been quite nice to me, and I get whatever I want in my "heartbroken state", but my life pretty much sucks. I said I still wanted to be friends with him, which I do, but can't even look at him without a] wanting to cry, b] wanting to throw myself at him, begging for forgiveness of whatever it was I did wrong and kiss him passionately, or c] wanting to break his stupid kneecaps. This is a problem, since I sit near him in two classes and have lunch with him every other day. How can you love someone yet hate them so much at the same time? I had hoped that once it sank in that he doesn't, and maybe never did, love me, I wouldn't love him anymore. Hah. THAT worked out well. I want to kill him and kiss him, all at once. Maybe I should become a vampire. I want to hurt him and hug him. I wish that he could feel all the pain and anger and sadness that he has put me through, and yet I'm almost glad that he is happy now. If he's happy. He seems happy, but then, so do I on the outside. I don't know. I have so many things I want to ask him, but I can't stand even hearing his voice. Every little thing brings on a flood of memories, from a snippet of a song on the radio to the paint stains on my floor from when I made a painting for him for Christmas...I've already burned every poem I've written about him and stored everything he's ever given me in a box in the bottom of my closet, but I can't clean out my mind. The thought that I will never again feel his arms around me or look into his eyes or smell his hair or talk to him for hours on the phone or discuss books and music with him....God, it's killing me. I'm trying to be strong, but this is beyond me.....I need a burrito.

Me and my artsy schmartsy silly willy self...

It's officially the first day of spring. Woot! I'm enjoying break thoroughly. Who needs exotic places and fancy beaches when you can have your own room with the windows open and blowing sweet, sweet Bloomington wind at you as you paint masterpieces on mini-canvases and listen to Bruce Springsteen and read Jane Eyre while the paint dries, eating highly experimental pizza all the while? My week in a nutshell. Life is good.

BWAAAH! OH, GLORIOUS, GLORIOUS SPRING BREAK!

Not a whole lot has happened since last week. But in summary:
Musical rehearsal, tests, homework, more musical, not sleeping, eating my body weight in ramen, musical, more homework, and more musical. That is, until Friday, which I spent hanging out downtown with Brian, since he's in Florida for all of break.
Ahhhh, break! It finally feels like spring! I'm not going anywhere, and most of my friends are off in Florida and Tennessee and Chicago and Georgia and such exotic places as those. So what do I do? I check out old movies and Bruce Springsteen and musical theater CDs from the library, pick up The Bell Jar and Anna Karenina, and get a lot of sleeeeeep. Before break I had gotten so little sleep that I was bordering on hysterical (random laughing attacks in the middle of Bio class= not good), but now, I've slept until noon EVERY DAY. It's heaven. And it's WARM outside!!! Oh, and our daffodils are blooming! I'm so happy! The only thing that could make this better is if Brian, my wife, my Caitlyn, and my super-hero-discusser-wither were here to share it with me. Haha, that was so cheesy.
Anyhoo, Auf weidersehen, mein leiblings! (I've been listening to Cabaret all day.... X])

manoomanoomanooo...

Emily does not like daylight savings. Not one bit. The fact that the government here in Indiana decided for no obvious reason to start it here is a direct violation of constitutional law, since no one asked for it, it does not exactly benefit us, and the government should serve the people, not the other way around... Nyar. However, it's warm and rainy and springish outside, so that makes up for it a little. Random things to report: I found my green skirt, which makes me happy, I hate my history class right now, I've become addicted to Facebook :[, I love the weather, I discovered the joy of Southwest Chicken Salad at Macdo's, there are 30 days left of Lent, and I love mah boyfrann.
Shee yas.

THEMOSTAMAZINGENGLISHCLASSPROJECTEVER!

I. JUST. MADE. THE. MOST. AWESOME. ENGLISH. PROJECT. IN. HISTORY. EVER. EEEEVEEEER. So, my group, consisting of myself, Brian, and my friend Robyn (plus Lily and David, who randomly decided to tag along) went over to Brian's house to record our music video, based on Werther and Bovary. I wrote the lyrics to the song, Brian wrote the music, and Robyn and I sang it. It is so amazing and slightly cheesy. It incorperates epic 90s rap and a very poppy, harmonized chorus. Plus some awesome instrumentals. The video was mostly shots of me in a flowy white dress looking pensive and depressed and people killing themselves. Several notable scenes included me pushing Brian down a hill and into what we didn't know was a thorn bush (sorry, dahling), Brian looking like a fish while shooting himself and almost breaking the video camera, me trying to chug green water ("poison") and failing miserably and spilling it on the carpet, and Robyn breaking it down and rocking out (wearing rabbit ears, I believe.) It was so much fun. Once it's edited, it will be so epicly amazing. I'm psyched. X]

March Third, 2009-The Musical

March Third, 2009-The Musical: Plot Synopsis-
Act I--
Emily is sleeping soundly in her room, dreaming of happiness and warmth, when suddenly she is rudely awakened by her alarm clock. She hits the snooze button three times, reluctantly rises from her warm bed, and puts on her fuzzy sweater. She commences to get ready, rush about like a mad woman looking for her eyeliner, search for her shoes, brush her teeth, eat a pear, etc. As she does this, she sings a frenzied song about being tired, cold, and angry at Tuesdays. A chorus of small children join her, and they execute meticulous choreography. She exits into the bitter cold to catch her bus.
Act II--
Emily, after a dull, iPod-less 45-minute long bus ride, where she sings a lament about being bored, goes to the BHSN library to socialize like any typical adolescent. The headlines on CNN greatly entertain her. The bell rings and she goes to first period History, where she gets into a heated argument with her teacher over Machiavellian philosophy, which morphs into an angry duet. Said teacher also proclaims that The Who suck. Emily leaves class in antagonistic mood. She goes to Theater where she directs the play "Ernie's Incredible Illucinations" and panics. As she panics the theater class behind her goes into a cheesily choreographed dance piece. Exit to Study Hall.
~Intermission~
Act III--
Study hall. Emily reads "Revolutionary Road" and tries not to sleep, as it is against the rules. Cue tragic violin music and depressed musical number. Exit to lunch, where she makes fun of Ethan and eats fruit. Returns to Study hall, where she writes a song for English class. Bell rings, Emily exits to English class where she gets Alec to move his butt so she can steal the seat next to Brian. She goes into a vegetative state while a montage of her wandering thoughts frolic along the stage. She is snapped alert when she almost falls off her chair. Her group for her English Project meets up, and they decide on their game plan for their project. Bell rings exit to Hallway.
Act IV--
Emily canoodles like a silly person for a good 15 minutes among a chorus of a cheesy love theme before practicing for Cabaret in the auditorium. She sings pretty and everyone applauds. She dances off into the sunset with happy people lolloping behind her in an intrivate dance number.

~fin~

can you tell how stinkin bored I am???

Girlscouts pissed me off.

Gasp! It's March! It sounds so...so...so not winter-y! Yay! Anyhoos, a reacap of my past couple days:
Friday:
I don't think I did much on Friday...I was kinda depressed for no apparent reason, so I whined to my friends via Facebook and went to bed early. It was fun.
Saturday:
ISSMA State! I baaaaaarely squeezed by with a gold medal. Apparently my voice is too dark for the piece I was singing, so it wasn't light and bouncy enough. And it had really tricky dynamics. Plus, my performance time was at like 8 in the morning. Urrgh. But all in all, despite these tributaions, I think I did pretty well. Then I went home, made soup, took a three hour nap, went to Chipotle and got a vegetarian burrito, spazzed with Caitlyn over Facebook, and talked on the phone with the boyfrann for about and hour and a half about Harry Potter, music, and gender-based stereotypes. Woot.
Today:
Thus far, I've babysat and consumed my body weight in soy milk. Mmm. Oh, and spent a ridiculous amount of time online, typical teenager that I am...haha.

Random note:
have you ever noticed how ridiculous the sexism and stereotypes involved with girl and boy scouts are? I mean, boyscouts get to go camping and play with fire and knives and learn skills that will actoually be USEFUL in life. Girlscouts? WE sell cookies and make crafts and maybe occsionally learn how to...cook...and sew... I think the one time my old girlscout troop went "camping", it was in a nice, quaint, heated cabin with electricity and running water. We didn't even hike or anything, I think all we did was play a lot of card games and gossip about all the cute boys in our 5th grade class or whatever. And microwave s'mores. Woo hoo. Whereas boyscouts go the whole nine yards with actual tents and campfires and stuff... I guess us females are just too dainty to deal with that. Hmmph. Life isn't fair. I'm pretty sure that I was secretly meant to be a guy...or something...not that I'm quesstioning my gender or anything, but I've never been one to gossip, or freak out over celebrities, or read girl-targeted magazines...though, admittedly, I do love me my eyeliner and mascara. Whatever. Girls as a sex are just plain weird. But then, so am I. Anyways. How about we just say that the scouting program needs to be rethought and leave it at that?

Rain! Rain! oh, for the love of God, don't go away!

It's 60-ish degrees outside and I am jubilant! This morning, I was waiting for the bus, and there were birds singing! And today, on the way home, it started RAINING! Not SNOWING! Huzzah! My mood improves in direct relation to the temperature outside. As far as I'm concerned, the warmer, the better. If I can be anywhere, not wearing a stitch of clothing (not like I actually do that, but for the sake of arguement...), and be perfectly comfortable, then the temperature is perfect. Aaaaanywaaay. Other than the fact that I am about to drop from sleep deprivation, I am a very contented little girl. I think I'll go take a nap now, in my less-than-perfectly-comfortable but still pretty dang nice room. Arrivederci.

Bored, cold, sleepy, and preservative-filled.

I'm such a bored, bored little monkey....And I can't feel my hands or feet. It's like 64 degrees in my house, and I'm freezing. So yup...right now I'm babysitting my 4 youngest siblings and eating pizza rolls and watching A Pup Named Scooby-Doo (aka: the absolute worst show ever.) It's...drab. The pizza rolls are yummy, though. Full of preservatives and trans fat, but yummy. Sigh. Anyhoos, right now about the most exctiting thing in my life is dance for the musical...and sleeping. Oh, the joy of it all...I'm really tired. And I still have to finish up some history homework. So I think i'll go now...byes.

I want it to be spring...

It's snowing AGAIN. It makes me cry inside. All the plain, drab, cold whiteness...nothing interesting to look at...the grey skies... :[
I can't wait for Spring. I remember when I was little, at our old house, we had crocuses and lilies of the valley growing in our front yard, and I would always look forward to those sprouting during the spring. I even made a little tally chart to mark how many had sprouted, bloomed, etc. I loved those flowers...we also had a little red-bud tree in my garden, and I would climb it as soon as it got warm and read Harry Potter books in it. Most of my childhood was spent outside, in my yard and the neighbors', running around barefoot and climbing over fences and trees...ah, good times, good times. Anyhoo, that was enough reminiscing for one post. Bottom line: IT NEEDS TO BE SPRING!

Gots me some catchin up to do...

I'm so sorry, my darling blog, I have gotten a Facebook and neglected you!!! I will set things right in the universe. There is a great disturbance in the Force... so anyways, summary of my life since Thursday!
Friday:
We did singing Valentines at school, which was so much fun. My feet were nearly bleeding by then end of it from running around all day, but still. Uber exciting. I had a solo in several songs, which made me very happy. One downside, though, is then having "Ain't no mountain high enough" stuck in my head since...
Saturday:
VALALALAENTINES DAY! Actually, I usually hate Valentines day. It's so...so....pink. And fluffy. And mushy. And filled with gift-giving obligations. But this one, probably because I actually HAVE a "valentine" this year, wasn't too awful. I got my boyfriend the first things I saw when I walked into Border's (A Beatles photo book, and the Rolling Stone Encyclopedian of Rock and Roll) plus the conventional I-Love-You mushy poem, which he liked. So that...relieved me of gift-related anxiety. He gave me this picture of the London skyline against a sunset, which now adorns my walls and makes me want to go there, and this picture holder thing with my name on it. And chocolate. I loooooves me some chocolate... So yeah. Then we went to Laughing Planet for dinner and played Scrabble and went to The Chocolate Moose (IT RE-OPENED YESTERDAY!!!! I'M SO HAPPY!!!!) and then dropped by Rhino's for their Valentine's day concert. Much fun, much fun.
Today:
Had dance rehearsal from 11 until 3. It was really really fun and frolicky, but now my feet hurt and my quads hurt and I'm sleepy. So Imma go and sit in bed and do Geometry homeowrk and eat my chocolate! Wheee! see yas.

Holy Oh My Gracious Mackeral Cow, this is the most amazing thing ever!

Snazzy stop motion animation+ fishy socks+ pretty germanish song+ overall cuteness=me being a very happy you-tuber.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2_HXUhShhmY&eurl=http://louisvilleportraits.blogspot.com/&feature=player_embedded

Whee!

My platypus had a first name, it's T-H-E-O-Dore!

I haven't been able to be computery lately because I've had a crapload of stuff... on top of being sick with a cold, which sucks in itself, I've had to dance for musical rehearsal, and goodness GRACIOUS do my quads hurt something terrible. I really shouldn't complain, though, because we have to do lifts and dips and stuff, and I'm on the verge of breaking my partner(s). I'm sorry Sam and Gray, wherever you are. So yup. I also have to construct a Roman Senate house for Latin, due Friday of course. Life sucks. Oh, and apparently I should be more "assertive".
Eh? I'm not entirely sure what that entails. I'm more...passive-aggressive. Or just passive. Or just aggressive. I don't know. I get mood swingy. Ok, gotta go and snap my leg muscles now...bah--

happyhappyhappyhappy emily!

WeeeeeEEEEEEEEeeeeeell, the past couple days have definitely been more eventful than my whole last week combined. for one thing, it was WARM!!!!! ALL THE SNOW IS MELTING AND THE WORLD SMELLS LIKE WATER AND CLEANNESS AND I CAN GO OUTSIDE AND NOT GET FROSTBITE AND I CAN TAKE WALKS IN THE WOODS AND I AM SO EXUBERANT! WHEEEEEEE!!!!!! I loooooOOOOOooooove warm weather...I just want it to be tangible so I can give it a big hug. So yeah, I also had ISSMA today. I had my solo at 8 this morning, and despite being initially panicky and sickly and dramatic, I got a gold medal and I think I did pretty well. Plus, all this ISSMA-ing has given me a legitimate excuse to spend long amounts of time with Brian, who was accompanying me. Bwahahahaha. But then our choir's 2 ensembles got silver medals, which pissed me off. I can understand why our first one got a lower score, because none of the basses knew their parts and came in late, but the second one...I thought we did really well! So I am silently crying over this. Pah. Ah well. c'est la vie...I don't think ANY of my ensembles have gotten a gold since like the 5th grade. Actually, scratch that, my trio from last year got a perfect score...but other than that, none of my full-choir ensembles hae ever done particlarly well. It's unfortunate. So now I have a bevy of unsightly silvers tainting the beauty of my loverly gold medals...(dramatic pose).
Weeell, I haffa go now...my brother's having a massive party with all of his 8th grade class over, and I need to go DJ and make sure no one is making out in the basement...woohoo!

Call 1-800-USA-ARMY today.

I can't think of a relevant post title. So I just wrote what it says on my mousepad...
I haven't been up to much lately, other than singing...singing a lot...We've had practice for the musical after school every day now, and ISSMA's coming up on Saturday (*PANIC*). Oh, and I've just written the first decent song I've penned in months. I'm pretty happy about that. Um...there's not been a whole heckuva lot happening, except that it is OBSCENELY COLD outside. I didn't realize it was a 2-hour delay for school today, so I waited for my bus for 20 minutes in that stupid, frosty bitterness. I was not a happy camper. And now I smell like a goat, because Artemis and Flower jumped on me when I went to feed them. Nyar. WeeeeeeeEEEEEEeeeeeell.....unless a chasm in the floor opens up below me, swallowing me into its flame-belching depths, there's nothing else to report. Oh, just a random thought: it's really fun to have conversations where one person is speaking Japanese and the other is speaking German. It sounds really funny. Hee.

Hand-flapping, knee-slapping grood times

I recently got back from my youth group retreat at St. Meinrad monastery. It was really fun. Most of us in the group have known each other since 4th grade or even before, so I think it's cool that we still interact and have seen each other grow and change over the years. I myself am SO drastically different than I was in, say, 5th grade. Back then I was convinced I was highly superior to basically every one else. I was a total prissy know-it-all. AND I hated guys. (*GASPFAINT*). It's really funny, because I'm good friends now with some of the aforementioned guys who I would throw rocks at all those years ago...silly silly little Emily. Aaaaaaaaneeeeeeewaaaay:
The retreat was basically us alternating between prayer-ish things (and that whole "Theology of the Body" talk...=P) and hanging out, being fairly silly. I was sooooo hyper throughout all of it. Emily+Donuts+Chocolate Milk+Cookies=One heckuva scary time. We got to chill out at this coffee bar for like three hours our first night there, and let me tell you, Benedictine monks make some pretty awesome frapechinos (sp?). Some other highlights of the trip include: Me drinking the "Gracey Goodness" and being terrifyingly exuberant afterwards, dolls with red eyes making us shrivel up, "Lightbulbs" (*giggles*), purple hats, "Jacques and the Unisex Bathroom" (but only Jen and I know about that one, I guess), that one allegedly "cute" monk, scandalous Valentine's day ideas, and Sara and I annoying the crap out of everyone with show tunes. Oh, yes, and during the vespers and morning mass, the music was sooooo pretty. Seriously, if we had some tenors like that in OUR choir, I would be the happiest little bug alive. It made me feel all warm and hand-flappy inside.
So yeah. It was a lot of fun. A lot of stupid, random fun. That's what I live for...Who knew Catholics could be this crazy? Hahaha. Only now I'm really sore from trying to sleep on a bus for three hours. Nyeh.
Okaaay, I guess the Steelers just won the Super Bowl. Woot? Nyar? I really don't care. I must say though, the halftime show made me even more hand-flappy than the singing monks. It was epic. X] WeeeeeEEEEEEeeeeeeell, arrivederci for nows.

Oh my GOSH I just realized that it's February. GASP.

Phone calls and silly wishes

Today was our first day back to school after having three snow days. It felt really weird, though, because it was Friday. All day I kept thinking it was Monday. That did have its perks though; I came home dreading having to do my homework, then I had the happy revelation that I DIDN'T have to do it! That realization made for a very happy Emily. Then I spent a couple hours talking on the phone with Brian (ah, sorry Kathryn, "a" Brian...), who's in London, as I'm sure I have said...We had some pretty interesting conversations, too. For some reason we often find ourselves discussing religion and theology and the like...it's pretty snazzy. I think most of my religious revelations and understandings have come from those discussions. That and us debating over the edibility of olives and talking about how we should form a cult and run the world, among other things. Anyways, that there's enough of my typical teenage "Omg I love my boyfriend swoon swoon sigh" crap. Moving on...
In other mostly unrelated news, today on the radio a little English boy was asked if he had one wish, what it would be. His response? (in an adorable little boy British accent, of course) "I wish, just for one day, for all farts to be visible."
Whatever happened to ponies or candy or peace?

Crazy Eights Parrot Faced Bagel Brunch Munchy Days.

Once again, I couldn't think of a title for this post.
We have nearly two feet of snow right now, and tomorrow will be our third snow day in a row. I don't think we've had this much snow since I was in like seventh grade or so...It was really funny watching my goats run around in the snow, though, because they're barely two feet tall themselves, and they were practically buried. Needless to say, they spent most of the day in their barn... Anyways, apparently it's about 40 degrees and misty in London right now. I'm very jealous. I'd love for it to be 40 degrees right now...I think we're hovering around the 15-ish mark right now.
So yeah, there hasn't exactly been a whole lot to do 'round these here parts...mostly I've just been painting and sleeping and catching up on my yoga. The downside to that though, is that since I've been neglecting my yoga regimen of late, my abs and hamstrings are really sore since I've started back up. Nyeh. Ummmmm....hm. There's really nothing horribly exciting or excitingly horrible going on in my life right now, other than that I still really need V-tine's day present suggestions... *panics* so I s'pose I'll go now. Oh, yes, and I've discovered the word "imbroglio" and it makes me very happy. Byes---

Cold, Grumbly, and STILL Wanting a Burrito.

Well, we here in B-town were the lucky recipients of a good four inches of snow last night, so there's no school today. I'm not very happy about this...I'm so sick of the cold and grey and...cold...(*shivers*) Even with a long-sleeved shirt, sweater, and sweatshirt, I'm still chilly. Oh, would I that it was spring... even endless rain is better than this. You can frolic in the rain and not get frostbite. Plus there's the benefit of flowers and prettiness... Ah well, at least I can go snowboarding today. That's one of the only good things about snow... I can dangerously whoosh down hills at breakneck speed standing on a wobbly sheet of fiberglass and trying to maneuver around trees. Grumble. That's about at close as I get to risk-taking these days... My snowboard is really quite pretty, too. It's blue with bubbles and clouds and birds that I think might be swallows on it. It looks like something I would design... Anyways. I'm just kind of rambling now, aren't I?
Oh, and Caitlyn, if you happen to read this, you should come to my house and I can teach you to snowboard again. Hee. Ehhh long-ish story there...
I still want a burrito. Anyone want to bring me one?

Sleepy, Bored, and Wanting a Burrito...

Today was rather bland, other than the fact that, by repeatedly smacking it against my dresser, I got my iPod to work again. Wheee... I've also had a craving for a Chipotle Vegetarian Burrito all day, which is very ironic, since today's featured news story on The Onion was titled "Chipotle Employee Just Gave Guy in Front of You More Rice". Weird. Imma hungry...
AND my boyfriend is in LONDON, so that just makes my drudgery even more...drudgery-ish in comparison. Pah.
(*Humming a chipper German aria out of boredom...*)
Okay, well, I think I hear some soy-based products calling out to me from the kitchen...Toodleoodledoodles...

My MUCH Needed Weekend, In Review:

In the immortal words of Hallmark's Yoyo And Hoops: "Weekend, Weekend, weee love the Weeeeeeekend! Aww, come here Weekend, let me give you a big smoochy-poo!"
Aaaanyyyywaaaay.....

Friday:
While technically not the weekend, I went and saw "Slumdog Millionaire" Friday evening with Brian and his friend Patrick. It was, in short, an utterly amazing movie. However, it has left me with the lasting conclusion that mostly everyone in India is a first-class butt-face. Sorry, non-butt-faced Indians. But other than that, I adored it. And the little kids were so cuuuuute! Throughout the movie my protective motherly instincts kept kicking in because of them :]

Saturday:
To all of you who attended Xenosound's phenomenal CD release party: I commend you. It was awesome, wasn't it? To those who didn't: You missed an excellent show, both by Xenosound and the other band (what were they called again??) that played. They made nearly $600, I believe, so that goes to show that it was pretty snazzy. Once I got over my initial awkwardness, which for some reason always creeps up on me at events like that, I got to do some serious jamming and rocking out. 'Twas fun. AND I got a prime spot because I'm dating the keyboardist >:] . Bwaha. My ears were ringing for hours afterward...
But yeah, it was really really great. Only, for some reason they didn't play two of my favorite songs of theirs, "Trifecta" and "Reason to Believe". Ah well. It's all on the album... But yeah. It was really excellent, right down to Gray's rainbow-ish jacket thing/ feather boa ensemble and Brian's metallic...gold...women's....shirt... Um...well, maybe not that. Still. If you didn't have the chance to buy their album, it'll shortly be available on iTunes, Rhapsody, and Amazon. Or so I believe.

Sunday:
Today my brother Henry and I got to see "Wicked" with our aunt and cousin. I got to sit in the center of the balcony, with full view of the stage. It was really awesome. I would KILL to even be on the tech crew for Wicked. And the costumes are...indescribably amazing. And the SET! I LOVED the set. It made me all warm and tingly inside :] Actually, the whole shebang made me all warm and tingly inside *twirls happily*

So yup, all in all a very very good weekend. Goodness knows I desperately needed it... Now, if I can just get "No One Mourns the Wicked" out of my head...

Creepy spacey psycho girl, right here.

This week has been stressful to ridiculousness. What with having, oh, 3 history assignments, 3 books to read and a paper to write, not to mention a vocab quiz in english, ISSMA to worry about, and the usual drudgery of biology, I've just been one tiny little ball of stress whirring around. The only high point to this is that I compose some of my best music under immense pressure, like yesterday in biology. My classmates were ready to haul me off to the psyche ward because I kept going off into a corner, humming, and trying desperately to lock a melody in my mind.
Oooookaaaay, I'm going to go and have a cute little panic party now....
Weeeeeekend. I neeeeeed the weeeeeekend to cooooome!

Oh my darling dearest warmth, where oh where art thou?

Have I mentioned how utterly SICK I am of this blasted winter???? I hate cold weather SO MUCH. I was done with winter in, oh, November! And I still have February and March to suffer through! Aaaaaaaahhhhhhh! Seriously, just spending less than a minute outside leaves me shivering for another 10. Not fun. Not fun at all. In my opinion, it needs to stop being winter as soon as Christmas is over. I need it to be spring...heck, I should just get it over with and move to Santa Barbara, California, where it stays between 60 and 80 degrees year-round.

This is how I roll...

My weekend hasn't had many extremely entertaining happenings to post about thus far, mostly I've just done English homework. We have a new student teacher, and she's assigned us a ridiculous amount of work to do by Wednesday, just to make us think she's tough or something. Or so I surmise. Though, in all honesty, she reminds me a bit of a cross between a colonial housewife and a horse. Ah, sorry, that there was spiteful of me...I s'pose I'm just a taaaaaad bitter about, oh, the first half of "The Sorrows of Young Werther" we have to read, the notes and vocab we have to take and be graded on, the daily journal entries, our impending paper on "Oedipus", AND having to read "Anna Karenina". Oh, and the claim that this is all meant to "help us" and "not stress us out". WELL GUESS WHAT?! I HAPPEN TO BE VEEERY STRESSED OUT.
Ach mein Gott.
On one bright note, though, I got to talk on the phone for 4-and-a-half hours with my boyfriend Friday night/Saturday morning...although that may be just a wee bit excessive. Oh, and it's our four-month-iversary. Woot! We've almost defied the whole "high-school-relationships-last-5-months-on-average" statistic thing.
Hey, I just realized that "statistic" and "sadistic" are very similar words, in appearance...as are "bullet" and "ballet". That latter combo intrigues me, since the meanings of the word couldn't be more different. I mean, you have a cold, deadly piece of whizzing metal, and then you have a graceful and artistic dance form. I don't know, it just strikes me as odd. Speaking of odd words, the word "benign" never seems to me that it should mean what it means. It means something that's good, benevolent, or kind, but just the way the word sounds makes me think that it should mean something that's strange, or weird, or slightly twisted or just "off". You know? Like, "That freak show at the circus was weird. All of the people in it were so benign!" Or, "The aliens that stole all of Farmer Al's sheep looked rather benign, with their greenish skin and multiple clavicles." Or, "The questions on my English test did not pertain to the material we had studied, in fact, they were downright benign." Heck, even "My brothers are benign." See what I mean? Well, it all makes sense in my head, anyways...
Sooo...right now I'm babysitting the li'l tykes while my parents go grocery shopping (it's the only time they have to themselves, given that there are 7 of us kids...), watching "Wuthering Heights" on Masterpiece Theater, drinking soy milk, and blogging. How'sa that for multi-tasking? Ha, I feel like such a little geek. Yup, this is how I spend my weekend evenings...with Masterpiece Theater and vegetarian dairy substitutes! Yay! But really, Masterpiece Theater is the best. You get the benefits of idle television watching, AND classic literature! "Wuthering Heights" is a pretty snazzy book. Plus, you have to admit, all the Victorian-era costumes are awesomer-than-a-possumer. Aaaaanyyyhoooooo... I guess I'll be off on my merry way, now...catch ya on the flip side! Jeez, that was weird... :P

Avocado Mousetrap Polyploidy Lexicon

I couldn't think of a title for this post, obviously.
Today my younger brother Henry, who's 13 and in the 8th grade, shadowed me at school today. It was kind of funny, because all of my friends and other various comrades were absolutely in adoration of him. He got a lot of "*Gasp*! Awww, he's just so...CUTE!" Ha. Heesa lika little puppy dog! He was also fairly terrified by my history teacher and by the various amorous couples in the hallways (of which I was NOT part of, thankee very much). But all in all I don't think he'll have much trouble adjusting. He was greeted very...warmly...by my theater class, which is always good. Oh! and speaking of theater class, todayI also found out that I get to direct the children's play our class is organizing and performing! I am very excited. Lah dee dah dee doodle oodle dah.... weeell, bye for now I s'pose. Arrivederci.

Rhino's. January 24th. 8:00. Be there.

Well, today was bunches o' fun... We had a 2 hour delay, so that was pretty snazzy, but the rest of the day was uneventful at best. Well, actually, I lied. The one event was that I got locked out of my house for over an hour in 5 degree weather when I got home from school. Well, actually, I lied again. I got locked out of the house for about 20 minutes in 5 degree weather, then my bus driver came back to my house and let me sit in the bus for the remainder of my locked-out-ish-ness. I really need to remember not to forget my house keys...grumble.
Ummm... what else, what else? Oh,
If you live in the immediate Bloomingtonian area, you should all come to Rhino's Youth Center at 8:00 on Jan. 24th and buy Xenosound's debut album at their CD release party. It's 10 dollars, and it's totally worth it. I had the luck to obtain an early copy of it, and it is amazing, in my opinion. Most of you know how critical I am in choosing what music I like, so if I like it, it must be good. Though, admittedly, I suppose I do have a sliiiiiight bias as I am dating the keyboardist... But trust me. Xenosound is freaking awesome, and the CD is basically amazingness formed into a shiny little disk. Plus, I spent about 20 minutes before school today putting up fliers for it, so my hard work had better not go to waste :]
Later, gators.

Happy Trog Day!

In celebration of the amazing Trogdor the Burninator, you should all go out and burninate something. But make sure you ask permission of your parental unit, first!

Oh, and hypothetical question of the day: If you were a 16 year old male with interests in rock music and 70s bands and that sort of thing, what would you want for Valentine's day?
Hypothetically, of course.

Eheu...

Today was okay, except I had this awful migraine all through English and musical rehearsal, and I about passed out...And it definitely didn't help that everyone kept asking me why I was "sad" ("*Gasp*, did something happen with you and your boyfriend?"-- I think I got asked this at least 4 times. Why does everyone suppose that if you look less than exuberant you're having relationship problems?). But other than the blacksmith going to work in my brain, all was peachy keen. I spent the majority of theater speaking with an English accent, which was a lot o' bloody fun...
Ehrm...yeah...My sister Grace had her adenoids taken out today, that was eventful...
We watched "Kingdom of Heaven" in history...
I still only have one line in the musical...
Not really a whole lot to post aboot today. That was very Canadian.
Arrivederci, mon petite fleurs. That was very Frenchtalian!

Brown Country fun

I just got back from Betsy's partay at the Brown County State Park cabin-y place, and I be tired. Once again, I exercise my superior logic by blogging instead of sleeping. So basically it was myself, Bretsy, Caitlyn, Kathryn, Kayla, Hannah, Jen, and other Emily just being silly for several hours. We went to the new water park thay put in and played water volleyball (I sucked), tried swimming against the current, and infilterated "Pirate cove" to practice our synchronized swimming and noodle-cannon-blowing skills. I, with my superior singer-lungs, dominated. I also had to experience the agony of fogetting water-proof mascara and subsequently looking like a racoon. But 'twas all fun...After we finished pooling, we went back to the cabin (but not before experimenting with the latest styles of "skank fashion"--none of us wanted to put our pants back on and risk having to wear wet jeans the rest of the day) and ate junk, mostly. Although, I did eat all the celery I could find. Then we opened presents, played Scatterogories and Guestures, inflated Kayla's lips (don't ask...), and watched "The Dark Knight". All in all, fun. Except for being made fun of by mostly everyone for my less-than-refined social life skills and apparently biased taste in music. But it's all grood...
So yeah...I have to go clean the house now, it's my sister Mary's 2nd birthday and we're having people over. Later--

Trivial rambling

Nothing wonderfully exciting has happened to me today, except for maybe sleeping 'til 11:30 (aaaahhhhhhh...), so here's just a few random things...
One of my new favorite pastimes is going into Yankee Candles at the mall and reading each description of the scents they have. I've always been intrigued by the sense of smell, and how hard it is to describe smells, so reading their attempts at it is funny. It goes from things like "A manly, dark scent with hints of bergamot, musk, and sandalwood" to "A bright floral scent with lemongrass, jasmine, and sage" to "The warm home-baked smell of fresh cinnamon rolls". I don't know. I think it's cool. So, yeah...this all just goes to show how much of a life I have. I think it would be really cool to be in charge of writing those descriptions. That, or naming shades of lipstick. Seriously, my friends and I were at Target a while back, and we were incredulous at the utter ridiculousness at some of the names: "Sensual Sanguin", "Berry Blushed", "Mad Amythyst", "Cocoa Nights"....It was fairly silly. I think they give those kind of jobs to people in the psych ward. And don't ask me how I remember all of this...I have a highly selective memory. While I can remember exactly what the room in which I got my kindergarten shots looked like, I fail to recall what my geometry homework assignment was. I can remember the Preamble to the constitution that we had to memorize in 8th grade, I can remember the song we had to sing every day in 1st grade, I can go through my old house in my head. I cannot, however, remember my phone number (see, we got rid of our land line, then got it back, and I never bothered to memorize the land line number since we have 3 cell phones...no matter, though, I can always ask Brian what it is... o_0)
Anyways, that's that. It would be really cool to have a photographic memory... in 7th grade our Quizbowl team had to compete against this team that had a guy with one, and...well, let's just say that Kathryn and I are still very bitter. Veeeerry bitter...(*snarl*)
La La La Dee Dah...so now I'm babysitting the little urchins, ahm, I mean siblings, and I need to go clean my room...and pack for Bretsy's sleepover...
Arrivederci!

Meh II

The remainder o' my mehtastic day:
I had "B" lunch today, which was okay, except my posse and I have been abandoned by our friend Matt, who apparently thinks that sitting with the marching band pot-heads is more fun than sitting with the people he's been friends with since kindergarten. What do I see wrong with this picture?
Other than that, it was a pretty chill day. All of geometry was spent listening to Ben, one of our more interesting class members, regale the stories of his adventures in Morocco. Then I spent most of biology drawing a portrait of Lily, as requested by her. So, all in all, pretty snazzy and very full of not-working-ness. And tomorrow I have the honor of attending my friend Betsy's third annual in-the-middle-of-the-woods-in-a-cabin birthday party. It's all much fun. Soooo....yeah! Not really all that much else to report. On a different note, was anyone else really creeped out/intrigued by the trailer to The Unborn? I really don't think they should have shown it at Twilight, because there were several pre-teen girls in attendance who I'm sure are now scarred for life by that freaky crab-walk-upide-down-head dude. Incidentally, I had a dream a few years back which had a guy in it exactly like that. Only with the face of my friend Garret. Weird.

meh...

I'm taking advantage of the fact that my seminar room has computers, sooo...blog I shall. So far my day has been so-so. Latin was okay, we learned about infinitives, I think...We also recieved a lengthy lecture about why we should stay in Latin for next year. Then I had choir, which, for the first time in weeks, was mostly tolerable. We learned our ISSMA pieces, FINALLY. I just realize how similar the word 'pieces' is to 'Peices'. Like, the astrological sign. Weird.
Okay, so anyway, now I'm just sitting in seminar and listening to Xenosound on my iPod...a good way to spend an otherwise unproductive hour and a half, I guess. So...yup. Life is meh.

My day. Mucho excitement.

I thought this could use a tad more color, so here:

Issa froggy!

I'm reeeeaally tired for some reason. So, of course, I blog instead of sleeping. My logic is staggering, no? This morning I fell down a snowy hill while taking care of my goats and chickens, so I now sport a very attractive bruise on my knee in the most lovely shades of green and purple. Ah well, at least it's pretty. Just a brief synopsis of my today:
6 AM--got up. It sucked.
6:12-- went on mad hunt trying to find my green eyeliner. Found it in the guest bathroom.
6:15--finally finished getting prettied up, ate a muffin.
6:30--Mother alerts me to the fact that there is a 2 hour delay. Was very sad I had not found this out half an hour prior.
6:45ish--checked email and blogged for about an hour, geek that I am.
7:30--went outside in 6-degree weather to feed fluffy animals.
7:32--fell down hill. Ow.
8:00--slept until 9.
9:10--almost missed bus.
10--sat in library at school with friends, tried to persuade Autumn not to use the fact that I blush easily against me.
1st period--Histoire. Mostly talked and ate pie. I like pie.
2nd--Theatre! Ate more pie, played "clumps" and got clawed by Lily, and rehearsed a fairly ridiculous children's play (Da-da-da-da-da! Da! Da!) with Molly, Gray, Lily, Taylor, Yaba, and Nick. 'Twas fun.
3rd--tried to switch out of study hall, only other choice was life-guarding, got stuck in study hall, listened to music and tried not to sleep. Pah.
4th--English. Doodled (Betsy was determined to figure out how to shade a cylinder) and half-paid attention to stories about serial killers.
After that I talked to various people, got reprimanded for "PDA", and went to musical practice, at which I found out I have a solo! With a highly irregular rhythm, albeit, but still! Woot! I be very very happy.
So. yes. Then I went home and ate pizza and did geometry. And now here I am, bloggering. Doodle oodle oodle... Not much else to report. Now, wasn't that exciting? I'm going to go and watch a PBS documentary about lead poisoning, now...

2 hour delay...AGAIN...

Once again, we have yet another 2 hour delay for school. Frankly, I'm kind of sick of it. This means I won't have time to go get my schedule fixed today, which means I'll have to suffer through an unwanted Study Hall that they randomly gave me 3rd period. Nyar. Maybe I can fix it at lunch or something...
Wokay, there's not much to report, other than a 16 year old guy got shot by police downtown yesterday because he charged them with a knife, and I'm trying to figure out who it could be...but considering the youth in Bloomington, the possibilities are endless O_o
Oh, and happy National Bubble-bath Day!

Snazziness

Today has been pretty snazzy. Firstly, the first thing I saw when I signed onto my blog just now was my Monet painting of the day, which happened to be my very favorite, "Water Lily Pond- Symphony in Green". So that in itself just made my day... Secondly, today at school was pretty awesome since I got to walk around dressed like an ancient Greek goddess for Latin class all day, not to mention eat some awesome food (pesto and bruscetta and tira misu, oh my!) for the party we had. The pomegranate was tasty, too, even if by eating it I condemned myself to live in the Underworld. Thirdly, rehearsal for the musical started today! So far I have a grand total of ONE line ("He sure looked upset!"), but I'm good with it. Musical season just makes me want to frolic. Though, admittedly, it does reduce my ability to have a social life to nil. I had to warn my boyfriend that today would be the last time he ever saw me in a normal state of self, at least until May. But despite the sleep deprivation, grueling rehearsals, painful and decidedly unattractive character shoes, and the endless round of inane show tunes running through your head constantly, as well as the fact that your character's personality takes you over COMPLETELY (which is almost never good, especially is your character is a perky and promiscuous secretary, as was the case of last year...), the musical is what I live for. That and olives. Finally, I have tomorrow, a gold day, to look forward to! Woot for snazziness. Snazzyness. Everydayness. Stupid spell check. Arrivederci, meus parvi piscis!

La La La...

Well, I just finished taking my Biology final about an hour ago, and I think I did pretty well. Though, it was very sad walking into class and not seeing Altair :[ *crycrysobweep* I must say, Altair, you missed a golden opportunity to ask me about my break and make me turn magenta. Anyways, I've finally memorized my ISSMA song, which is pretty cool...ehrm...what else, what else...Oh, yeah, and tomorrow I get to walk around dressed like Persephone all day. 'Twill be fun and pomegranate-y.
It's nice to know that I'm officially done with finals until the end of the year. La la la la...My life isn't really all that exciting right now, so unless a meteor crashes through my roof in the next 4 seconds, there's nothing else to report. Later, gators (and the odd crocodile)--

Batmannish Glory!

So, I just saw The Dark Knight with my boyfriend, and holy COW was I ever missing out on some awesome Batmannish wonder. Though, admittedly, I had some issues with the clowns. Yeah, I'm one of those silly illogical people who is scared of clowns...don't scoff. They're creepy. Anyways, other than the many thugs in clown masks (Shudder...), the movie was flipping amazing. I'm really not sure how I've survived thus far without having seen it. Heath Ledger, of course, was awesome. Only one other thing bugged me though, and that was the discontinuity the movie had in relation to the classic comic-book version. For instance, (spoilers!!) Harvey Dent did NOT become 2-face in a burning incident, he had acid thrown at him while arguing a case in court! And Chief Gordon's daughter is DEFINITELY not that young. Barbara Gordon was in her teens and was Batgirl for a while, until the Joker crippled her, leaving her wheelchair-bound in an effort to torment her father out of his mind. So then she became "Oracle", who is basically a super-genius who helps Batman.
So.
That was just my 2 cents as a Batman geek...
But yeah, other than that, 'twas amazing.
Now it's the first day back to school, but we have a 2 hour delay. Which, in all actuality, sort of pisses me off, because I just want to get it over with. Ah well. C'est la vie.
In other news, I finally got my new iPod! Whee! It's very pretty and titanium-ish. I'm also going to see Wicked on January 25th! I have been in love with Wicked since roughly 7th grade, so I'm very excited about this.
All in all, life is pretty snazzy right now. Except for my biology final. That won't be much fun.

General happiness

I'm FIIIIIINALLY going to see "The Dark Knight" today, and I'm very excited. I've been a Batman buff for quite a long time, and I've been languishing away. So yeah. That's mostly all to report as of now... oh yeah! I've just discovered the joy that is "Charlie the Unicorn 2", and I've been singing the banana song for days now.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b1RGt-a-XpY

tee hee.

*Tears head off in overwhelmedness*

Hoooooooooooo boy, today was CRAZY. We had AAAAAALLLLL of our family over today. This annual gathering started off with 12:00 mass, at which I had to sing, and my family carried up the gifts to communion (I have no idea if this is just a Catholic thing or not, but I really don't fell like explaining Catholic masses...). Clara ended up not having anything to carry, so she started screaming in the middle of the church, in front of all creation. I observed all of this from the choir balcony at church, all the while trying not to yell down at her to stop crying. Well, after that little fiasco we went home and our relatives all came up from Kentucky. Every year my cousin James and I are expected to write a Christmas-y play for the littler kids to perform, and this year's was "The mystery of the stolen star". It was a freaking nightmare to organize, with a lot of fighting over costumes and not liking parts and forgetting lines and hitting people with frozen waffles and jumping on couches my brother endlessly pounding away on the drum set. Much fun, 'twas not. Though, some high points included my brother Henry in drag, playing the part of Paris Hilton, the inclusion of the line "Why so serious?" (I'm finally supposed to see The Dark Knight tomorrow, and I'm psyched!), and dancing fairies/goons. We finally got it all together and pulled it off, like we do every year, with no shortage of yelling and flinging of Nerf balls at non-compliant children. By the end of it all I was ready to tear my own head off, as well as some other people's. Though, admittedly, it was better than last year's, which was something along the lines of "A Very Chuck Norris-y Christmas On A Desert Island". I come up with strange and vaguely frightening ideas under pressure. So yeah...then we all ate cake, because it also happens to be my brother William's 9th birthday (Happy Birthday, dude!), and watched "2008: year in review" which is a photo slide-show that my aunt Meeb puts together every year. It had some pretty snazzy pictures of yours truly fighting with goats, I must say. Everyone kind of trickled out around eight, so now I can finally have some peace and quiet. Well, as peaceful and quiet as it can get with a family of 10... O_o
I'm supposed to get some pictures of all of this from Meeb, so I'll be posting those shortly.
Lah dee dah.. I think I'll go now. I have a biology final in 2 days, and I should probably study some more... unless Altair wants to tell me what's on the test? Hee just kidding. I think.

Twilight [spoiler alert!]

Well, I recently got back from seeing the Twilight movie. I must say, I was not all that impressed. I've read all the books, which were okay, but the movie...it was like the book only very condensed, more confusing, with less character development, and very disappointing sparkles-in-the-sun effects. Seriously, I expected some epic sparkles. But no, it just looked like he was sweaty or had been rolling around in salt or something. Sigh. I guess to compensate for all that they tried to squeeze in as many studs as possible. I mean, as if a cast full of gorgeous vampires isn't enough (though the gorgeosity of Emmet is debatable...) they had to make the werewolf pretty, too! Hearing my friends giggle and sigh over Jacob got very tiresome. And another thing about Jacob: THAT WAS NOT JACOB! HE DID NOT LOOK LIKE JACOB! ARGH! And I still can't get past the fact that they got Robert Pattinson to play Edward. I swear, throughout the movie I would look at him and the first thing that would pop into my head was "Cedric Diggory". But I s'pose that's just my Potter-headedness overriding. Grumble. Ah well, it was a slightly above-average way to spend 2-odd hours. SLIGHTLY. Though, to give it credit, I did enjoy the slightly twisted performance of Cam Gigandet, who played James, the sadistic, masochistic tracker vampire baddie. He was pretty cool and bloodthirsty. But, of course, they had to throttle him and twist his head off and burn him to pieces at the end of it all. Nyar. Ah well, c'est la vie. I must admit though, Alice did impress me with her snazzy twisting-heads-off action. Tee hee. Eeeeeeep, that there was kind of creepy, wasn't it? I s'pose I should go now. Arrivederci.