Friday, January 26, 2007

The Sixth Post of Hell Month

TOO MUCH in the past couple weeks to encompass into one post. I'd be here until Tuesday. Honestly. And I don't have that kind of time :)

I leave in roughly 2 hours for the next show of Les Mis. It is now worth seeing, so come if you can.



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Florida... was SWEET
Les Mis... is GOING STRONG
Finals...100% ON PHYSICS... not sure about anything else.
Jazz Fest...is in like 4 DAYS
Solo and Ensemble... is FEBRUARY 10
There is a bruise... ON MY ELBOW
And Emily Wardell... is my HERO. --------->



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Wednesday, January 10, 2007

The Fifth Post of Hell Month

If I'm allowed to be surprised, I am. I am because I thought I'd be up to my ears in stress by now. I know I will be, and probably the only reason I'm not yet is because I've been lazy. On the other hand, there is still so much to do this month, and even February is starting to fill up. Fast.

Countdown to Finals: 6 Days
Countdown to Florda: 8 Days
Countdown to Les Mis: 15 Days

Pardon me while I run around screaming like a banchee. If you hear the sound of breaking glass, just ignore it and wait for me to come around with rosy cheeks and a dire need of oxygen. It'll happen soon.

Those who relieve me of unhappy feelings, however, are greatly appreciated. Thank you.

I now deem it appropriate to quote from today's episode of "Life with Becca and Emily".

Emily: Becca, with you, I abandon all sense of reasonable thinking.
Becca: And with you, I abandon all hope.

And of course...

Emily: Did you need an ass cast? Hah! Ass cast! That was genius.

Imagine me having that much fun with a child I thought I'd never get a good chance to befriend. It's a funny little world, is it not?



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Monday, January 08, 2007

The Fourth Post of Hell Month

It seems that after about a half hour of DDR, all I crave is fructose. However, after realizing that all three apples in my house are bruised and beaten, the craving lessened. Never the less, I chose the least battered of the three. Biting into it, I realized that the inside is pink, meaning that I'm eating a dyed apple. I'm eating food coloring. Now THAT is less than appetizing.

Halfway into the apple, I decide I really want Mountain Dew. I go downstairs to pour me a glass and sip it expecting to find liquid gold. Turns out, I decide it would be slightly less repulsive if it wasn't flat.

Skipping upstairs with my flat cup of Mountain Dew, I go into my room and decide "Well, it's a good thing I have my sunflower seeds. I'll just eat them and it'll be okay!" Well... at least until I get one lodged in my throat and have to go to the ER...





My eating life is such an adventure.



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Saturday, January 06, 2007

The Third Post of Hell Month

Coming at you with absolutely no lamentation.

I'm quite tired...

...but I'm also amazingly, beautifully, shockingly, wonderfully soothed.

Bruised palms and all. *wink*

Because even with the bumps I love it. Even if I had nothing to do with it in the first place.

Stephen and Jordan's movie premiere was yesterday, in which over half of the cast belongs to my quite large and still growing circle of friends. All I can say is, despite the technical difficulties and my quite high-strung job of running around the theatre looking in every nook and cranny for spare gels, it was amazing. I can't even tell you how proud I am of them, if I am even permitted to be proud in this situation.

And as an added bonus, I hung out with Elizabeth. And the maestro, whom I have not seen since Three Musketeers. I was quite surprised at the fact that he remembered me, as well. :)

I walked home in the rain, toting my hand-colored umbrella that everybody likes so much, serenading myself all the way.

This is me being optomistic (maybe?) for the first time this year. This is me having the faintest glimmer of hope that I will make it through in one piece.

Quoting from today's episode of Life with Becca and Amy, "As long as you've got the 'guine' covered, you'll be all right."



If I get everything under my belt, I'll be fine, right?


I'm gonna need a really big belt.

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Thursday, January 04, 2007

The Second Post of Hell Month

In the midst of the many decision-making processes I am in, I haven't reached any verdicts yet.

I dreamed a dream in time gone by, when hope was high and life worth living.

I am also sitting here writing this here post when I should probably be going over Physics review...

I dreamed that love would never die... I dreamed that God would be forgiving.

...because apparently we have to take our Physics final early because the finals schedule was switched to overlap the Florida trip.

Then I was young and unafraid, and dreams were made, and used, and wasted.

...and you thought THEY would be the ones grumbling?

There was no ransom to be paid, no song unsung, no wine un-tasted.

I'm not ready.

But the tigers come at night
With their voices soft as thunder

As they tear your hope apart
As they turn your dreams to shame.

So I guess I signed up, stupidly. I should really learn that horn duet. First, I think, I should learn the vocal solo. Actually, before that, I should decide whether or not I want to do it.

He slept a summer by my side, he filled my days with endless wonder.

And then, consequently, sucker Casey and Shelby in with me.

He took my childhood in his stride, but he was gone when Autumn came.

And let Mary, Courtney, and Vinnie off the hook.

And still I dream he'll come to me, and we will live the years together.

Sometimes, though, in the middle of all my laziness, I know that I'm scared. I really don't want to do this. At all. Crazy busy. That's all I can say about my life.

But there are dreams that cannot be, and there are storms we cannot weather.

So perhaps I should stop dreaming and start doing. That's the difference, the big difference, between those who succeed and those who fail.

I had a dream my life would be so different from the life I'm living.

But alas, I know not where to start. I only know that on January someteen, I take finals.

So different now from what it seemed...

Directly after most of my finals, I leave for Florida. Directly upon my return, I go straight to Les Mis practice.

...Now life has killed the dream I dreamed.

I want out.



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Monday, January 01, 2007

The First Post of Hell Month

I severely doubt that I got enough sleep last night. However, no matter how paranoid I get, I will never be an insomniac.

I was on team again yesterday at church. Me, Kimi, Nate, Chuck, and the band. Lonny and Evan did a song for the first time in a while because Evan was in town. Good times, had by all, I suppose.

It's been a busy week.

I went to theatre on thursday; took pictures of a bunch of kiddos in the costume shoppe. I think my favorites were the pictures of Julian in feminine clothing, as he is on the football team and whatnot. Sorry, Mary, I forgot about you. Embarrasing. :)

Then after, I went to Dillon's with a bunch of people and made stir fry and egg rolls. We decided to make our very own restaurant and serve "Jazz it up" Sauce.

Friday I went shopping and purchased some interesting items. Later, Miss E. Wardell came over and we had our long-awaited Pirates marathon. Oh, and stop throwing bagels at me.

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Last night was fun. Lots of hopping about and whatnot.





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