Friday, March 23, 2007

"I Want to Shake Your Hand!"

As my herald to the weekend and all around goodliness, I got myself 12 goldfish yesterday. Twitch, Clippers, Fermata, Iceberg, Little Rascal, Pepper, Mango, Peach, MacDonwald, The Cracken, and Lenny and Benny. It looks like Twitch is gonna kick it soon, though, and I'm pretty sure MacDonwald has ich, but I won't let it get me down. What can you expect from 12 cent goldfish from a grocery store?

It's funny to me that you can take any quiz online to find out who you are because you're too lazy to find out yourself. I mean, come on, who wouldn't want to find out whether or not they're a heartbreaker?..and hopefully you detected the sarcasm.

My favorite part of the ad for this quiz was the animated graphic. It had a sleazy over-enthused leather-wearing dude with a ridiculous bouquet of roses. Then, up walks a slutty-dressed lady with knee-high purple boots, a burgundy skirt, half of a shirt, and pink hair. She promptly kicks him where it counts and the roses go flying.

I'm sure that the people who created this ad are mature enough to get my valuable participation in their silly quiz...again the sarcasm. So, John Kerry, if you don't pay attention in school or do your homework, you won't end up in Iraq, no, you'll end up creating life-wasting ads for time-killing quizzes.

It really makes you think.

Some people.

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Sunday, March 18, 2007

You Would Kill For This



Courtney's party was last night and I enclosed this photograph of us inside her birthday card. I figured she'd appreciate these adorable hunks of attractiveness... who wouldn't? Oh... Les Mis pictures... they crack me up.

I basically hung out with Emmaleigh and reminisced about hell camp. Ugh. She doesn't have to go back next year...I do. "They're all BLUE!"

I have to be off book for Act II today for Our Town. No lines? No problem! But turns out...I do have lines. Quite a number, in fact. Enough, at least. They're enough.

The political cartoon notebook is due...Wednesday. Yippee. Looks as if my procrastination is going to nip me in the you-know-where. Oh well. Bring it on, political cartoons. I can take you.

Oh, Lordy, band festival went well. We got straight 1s of course. Although, as usual, it was quite the waste of time. At least I got to send morse code to Texas on the way. "I was listening to The Who; you HAVE to drum along!" Oh, Texas...she's funny.

Alan and Kelly adopted a baby boy. I'm pretty sure those kiddos are on my list of favorite people. Pretty damn sure.

...I'm gonna go write myself a rock opera.

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Tuesday, March 13, 2007

Keepin' It Real

I find delicious irony in the fact that as soon as I find my next walk-down-the-sidewalk-in-the-summer-heat song, Michigan hits 72 degrees. I love, I love, I love it.

So mom and I decided to take advantage of the heat and the fact that I got out of school at 12:30 because of the ACT. We went down to Lansing and walked the boardwalk (which, at times, was flooded) and had a sweet time.

I've got a busy week ahead of me, but a relatively low-key busy week. I just made two quiche pies; one for me and one for Friday (although I'm positive nobody but Hannah and I will eat it).

I made an exotic fruit slushie, smiled alot, and danced in my great room. I got the Pride and Prejudice piano score, and I felt it for just one magical moment. I hung out with Alaina, saw Cathy and the catholic kids, ate some fish, chilled with my cousin, and I think I just saw Dupuis drive by.

There's absolutely no reason to be negative. The sun actually brought its warmth this time. I'm looking forward to the Spring Equinox (if it hasn't already happened...) and I honestly got through March 11 without a single tear because I'm having too much fun.




Family's home. Better go eat pizza... then rock the stage at WHS.

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Wednesday, March 07, 2007

No, You're NOT!

Since I've finally got my brain in a stable position, I figured it's time for a post. What do you think?

Things are settling down schedule wise (now don't be mislead into thinking that I'm all cleared now. It just means that I know where I'm supposed to be when I'm supposed to be there.) And cutting Little Miss K out was rather necessary, but she will have her chance. I can promise her that. :)

As it turns out, (long story short), I've taken up flute. I asked Erin if she'd teach me, so she taught me the Bflat scale and sent me off to the races with her Beginner's Essential Elements book and her marching flute. Turns out, by sheer random surprise, Mr Keith had an old flute sitting around the Physics classroom. (That's not the surprising part; he has everything under the sun). I decided to play around with it before Physics yesterday, and he asked if I had one. When I said no, he said "Well you can have that one for free if you want to get it re-padded."

Way to catch me off-guard, buddy. :) Thanks. I was surprised. It has a beautiful sound, it isn't in dire need of being re-padded, and it's mine, all mine.

Mr. Barnes, contrary to the grade he gave me, is pissed about my Elie Wiesel essay. I don't care too much. I 4.0ed the paper because I stuck to the rubric and gave my own potent opinion. Whether or not he agrees with it is not my concern. And, dictionaries don't leave too much room for interpretation, now do they? :)

I should go get ready. I've got food-prep/pantomime workshop with Abbey and Hannah at the coffee shop in an hour! Time for some freeeeeeeench toast!

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Thursday, March 01, 2007

A Different Kind of Day

As it stands, my existince has been chock full of theatre, music compositions, scheduling stress, breakfast cereal, free coffee, and getting my face ransacked by sleet...

...so as it turns out I'm basically taking on one mini-adventure after another...

...and having a marvelous time.





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