Friday, February 29, 2008

Leap Year Lament

Okay, so I'm not lamenting anything. The title just sounded...fitting, eh? It is 2008 and it is leap day, leap year. So Google replaced the "L" in it's logo with a frog. Clever.

I'm not sure what to type. I just felt like I should, since it's February 29th and I probably won't see another February 29th for a few more years. It's funny. I asked for more time, and my wish was granted. I got about 28 snow days (a slight exaggeration, mind you) and a leap day. Turns out, I still haven't accomplished much. Being a good steward of time is...difficult.

But Caroline and I used the time we would've wasted on the student-staff basketball game and hung out today. Maybe that's just what I wanted. Maybe that's accomplishing something...just spending time with the people I might not see much after graduation... it doesn't make me sad. It's not lament. It's the opposite.

Well, it was fun, anyway. :]

...That's all I've got today, folks.

Happy Leap Day.


Sunday, February 24, 2008

Good Eye, Sniper

Did I mention how much I love lunar eclipses? Did I mention that I rather live for astronomical events such as these? Did I mention that the eclipse occurred the clearest winter night we've had this month? Well, I've mentioned it now. Kudos to God; Wednesday's eclipse was a winner.

Life has been simple and gorgeous.

I am still keeping busy with concerts and whatnot. Theatre rehearsals for Brighton Beach Memoirs are getting longer and longer; I still have not grasped my character, Kate. I will. Time is all it takes for that. Well, that and memorizing (and not paraphrasing) all of my 261 lines. Ouch.

Oh, Pride and Prejudice for the last spring play. Hooray! Auditions next week.

I quite enjoy having a sixth hour independent study because I can just go home if I want. I can go home, or I can practice for Casey's recital, or I can talk to Steven, or I can do Calculus, or I can write songs in 5/8 time. Whatever floats my particular boat.

I think I have athlete's foot. Since I haven't been wearing shoes around the school lately, and my left foot is itchy, I probably have some fungal growth. I'm not complaining. It's a well-deserved fungal growth that leaves no room for sympathy. Oh well...

...and did I mention?

A little behind schedule (not the fault of anyone), but I can drive now.

And ooh, it feels good to be free. :]


Thursday, February 14, 2008

Valentine's Nincompoopery

Today my family ate all of the beef and broccoli while I was at theatre practice in a theatre which is haunted by John Denver [aka Andy, Pearl, or Mayhew] because Abbey made fun of him when he died and so he now finds it necessary to haunt the auditorium and spook kids such as Devin, Zakk, and Casey.

So I'm realizing, though, that nearly every place I've ever been to is supposedly 'haunted'. It makes sense, really. There are enough lonely souls wanderin' around out there for it to be true. It doesn't matter to me. They're not interested in me; it's just that ghosts make everything so much more interesting.

Then we started talking about creepy people.

So here's my love letter to the world:

To all the haters: Channel all of that hating energy into something else.
To all the stalkers: Leave them the HELL alone.
To all the obsessed: You have no personality left. Ditch whatever it is that you obsess over and make your own self; preferrably not on a foundation built by someone else.
To all the greedy: Count your blessings.
To all the lonely: There's somebody else that's lonely too; you'll never really be alone.
To all the unwise: Listen to somebody besides yourself.
To all the Beccas: Figure it out.

...This has been a terrible documentation of thought.


Friday, February 08, 2008

What the Hell, Katie?

Today Miss Katie Endahl, who stands behind me in band class, found it prudent to take a life-sized styrofoam head with a made-up face and inch it next to my head, very slowly, while I was having a conversation with Miss Emily Wardell.

Suffice it to say that I looked over to this sickly looking head and became rather startled. Miss Endahl then proceeded to laugh hysterically and eventually I joined her with Miss Wardell. The cruel irony is this: Katie told me she was going to do that to me sometime...I only forgot. Blast.

Yesterday I realized how the 'real world' is such a waste of time. In a country as inaccessible as the one we live in, it's just impossible to get anything done at all. Tiny and nit-picky rules and regulations stop honest people from completing an honest day's work, and while these rule-makers sit back on their ample rears chuckling at their ability to disgruntle an honest population, the dishonest thrive. Great system, kids.

So what the hell, Katie? :]


Saturday, February 02, 2008


I don't even know what the word "searing" means but every time I hear it my chest caves in a little bit. It's just one of those words, you know? I could guess what it means, or look it up, but then it would lose all of its meaning.

How great the pain of searing loss
The Father turns his face away
As wounds which mar the chosen One
Bring many sons to glory

It really is lovely poetry. There's no need to analyze or scrutinize lovely poetry if one only seeks to enjoy it.

...and now for something completely different.

FAME! went well; it went exponentially better than any of us expected. It magically became a show the night before opening. Who knew?

The boys love my singin'. Look at them crowd around :]

Ashley and I are just gorgeous [and a little goofy].

And who isn't in love with Johnny, Bryan, and Becca? :]

These kids dominated. That's right. Alec, Becca, Zakk and Jordan as Tony, Angela, Bruno, and Mario Martelli. The greatest moments in the play belonged to us...rock on!

A great craic, if I may.