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.