So, I finally have time to write a recap for the Youth Retreat, which was enormous fun, by the way.
So on Friday, we all went to the other church as a meeting point, except for one person, who met us at the retreat center. We had pizza there, and I did the grace. It was the Addams Family one that I learned at Girl Scout camp. So then we finished packing up the van, which was seriously packed with stuff, and then we headed out. Seriously, the van was so packed that we in the front row were propping our feet on the top of some of the bags. That's seriously how crowded it was. But I didn't really care because I was talking to a pretty nice girl from the other church and singing along to the Broadway Lion King Soundtrack. So that was fun. They had to take a seat out of what would originally been a fifteen-person van, so some people had to ride in my youth group leader's car. I got to ride in his car on the way back.
So after a long time of waiting in a load of traffic that was moving six inches a minute, we finally got there and did the whole thing about who was sleeping in what cabin and stuff, and then hung out for a while. Then we did worship, which involved a lot of singing. However, the songs were really fun. Yes, they worshiped God and everything, but they were REALLY fun to do, because there were a lot of moves that you had to do for some of them.
Then we picked our prayer partners for the weekend, and it had to be someone from the other church. Mine was one of their leaders. He was really cool. Anyway, then we talked and then we prayed and then we got to go to bed. Two girls were talking until midnight, which I wouldn't have minded so much if they hadn't been talking so loudly and thus disallowing me to attempt to go to sleep. Then the boys pranked us at five in the morning, which was really annoying. The boys were allowed to spread out, but the girls all had to sleep in the same cabin. The main reason, I think, is that there were three guy leaders and one girl leader.
Anyhoo, then we went to breakfast and then we did worship and then we hung out for a while. See, the thing I love about youth retreat worships is that, aside from being more fun than typical church worship, they still seem to make me think about God and religion and stuff way more than typical worship. Maybe it was because there are more people my age in the youth retreat worship. I dunno.
Anyway, then we had lunch, and then we went on a zip line. It was really fun, even though I've gone on a million zip lines.
Then we hung out. Some people were playing cards, some people just hung out, but I took a nap. I'm sorry, but I can't run on six total hours of sleep. I got another hour after the guys pranked us.
Anyhoo, then we rehearsed a skit that we were going to at worship. I played the foot. Then we ate and then one of the other girls and I did the altar for the worship. And then we did worship. The altar was really cool, if I do say so myself.
Then we did the skit, and at one point we had to argue a lot, and that's how my glasses broke. One of the other girl's hands knocked it off by accident. It's all good, though. I have an extra pair.
Then we did this bonfire thing with s'mores and everything, and it was really fun. I was probably the last one to go to sleep, of the teenagers. We did a lot of singing of classic rock-type songs, and Disney, and stuff like that. It was really fun, even though I only knew the choruses to half the rock songs.
Then I went to bed.
Then we woke up and ate breakfast and did worship and then we played football. I entered the game halfway through, and I made the teams even to six on six. My team won. It was really funny when we first scored, because nobody had been able to catch/ throw/ catch and not get tagged, so it was really fun. We were jumping up and down and laughing and stuff. It was hilarious. So we won, 2-0. And then we ate lunch. And then we finished packing. Then we did a massive photo op by the sign of the camp, and then we left. I was riding in the youth group leader's car. I dozed off for a while, but tried to keep myself awake, because, for some reason, I wanted to know what the two youth group leaders talk about when everyone is asleep/ not paying attention. But the radio was playing and I couldn't hear anything they were saying. But I tried anyway. When I "woke up" officially, I saw the other two in the back seat (who were youth) asleep with the girl's head on top of the boy's shoulder. It was kind of funny. But I think I saw them looking kind of more awkward before that. It was REALLY funny to see their reactions once I told them what I saw. The girl's reaction, once she woke up and found her head resting on a guy's shoulder, was REALLY funny. She looked horrified, but the expression on her face was priceless.
Anyway, later on on Sunday and Monday morning I had a headache from sleeping somewhat awkwardly in the car. It was kind of hard to finish my homework like that, because I procrastinated and left it all to Sunday.
Anyway, that's it.
And I have to go.
Bye.
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Monday, October 26, 2009
howdy!
Well, I am back from the retreat, and I am currently at school. The retreat was VERY fun, except for the one part where the little part on my glasses that goes over your ear broke off, so I had to go for most of Sunday with only one hinge on the glasses, which was not very fun and kind of unproductive, because they were always crooked or falling off or falling off crooked and stuff. But I had a backup pair at home, and I am wearing those. But the people there were really cool. I thought the kids from the other church would be all snotty because their youth group seemed to be all epically organized from the brochure my mom brought back a few weeks ago, but that was not the case at all. They were all SUPER cool, even the leaders. We had to have prayer buddies, and mine was one of the leaders from the other church. In all, it was really fun. I am going to do a full summary in the next post, when I get the chance to post again.
By the way....
ANGELS AND DEMONS IS THE BEST BOOK EVER!!! (By Dan Brown. Half the research in the beginning is this one scientist trying to make religion and science work together, and it did. HURRAY!)
By the way....
ANGELS AND DEMONS IS THE BEST BOOK EVER!!! (By Dan Brown. Half the research in the beginning is this one scientist trying to make religion and science work together, and it did. HURRAY!)
Thursday, October 22, 2009
kind hearts don't grab any glory....
... i don't think so. but that's only me.
and I'm a kid in america, so to speak.
Looking out a dirty old window,
Down below the cars in the city go rushing by,
I sit here alone and I wonder why,
Friday night and everyone's moving.
I can feel the heat but its soothing heading down,
I search for the beat in this dirty town,
Downtown the young ones are going,
Downtown the young ones are growing,
[Chorus:]
We're the kids in America,
We're the kids in America,
Everybody live for the music around,
Bright Lights,
The music gets faster,
Look boy don't check on your watch, Not another glance,
I'm not leaving now honey not a chance,
Hot shot give me no problems,
Much later baby you'll be, saying "never mind,"
You know life is cruel,
Life is never kind,
Kind hearts don't make a new story,
Kind hearts don't grab any glory,
[Chorus:]
We're the kids in America,
We're the kids in America,
Everybody live for the music around,
Come closer honey thats better,
Gotta get a brand new experience feeling right,
Oh, don't try to stop baby hold me tight,
Outside a new day is dawning,
Outside suburbia calling, everywhere,
I don't want to go baby,
New York to East California,
There's a new wave coming, I warn ya,
[Chorus:]
We're the kids in America,
We're the kids in America,
Everybody live for the music around,
We're the kids in America,
we're the kids in America,
Everybody live for the music around,
and I'm a kid in america, so to speak.
Looking out a dirty old window,
Down below the cars in the city go rushing by,
I sit here alone and I wonder why,
Friday night and everyone's moving.
I can feel the heat but its soothing heading down,
I search for the beat in this dirty town,
Downtown the young ones are going,
Downtown the young ones are growing,
[Chorus:]
We're the kids in America,
We're the kids in America,
Everybody live for the music around,
Bright Lights,
The music gets faster,
Look boy don't check on your watch, Not another glance,
I'm not leaving now honey not a chance,
Hot shot give me no problems,
Much later baby you'll be, saying "never mind,"
You know life is cruel,
Life is never kind,
Kind hearts don't make a new story,
Kind hearts don't grab any glory,
[Chorus:]
We're the kids in America,
We're the kids in America,
Everybody live for the music around,
Come closer honey thats better,
Gotta get a brand new experience feeling right,
Oh, don't try to stop baby hold me tight,
Outside a new day is dawning,
Outside suburbia calling, everywhere,
I don't want to go baby,
New York to East California,
There's a new wave coming, I warn ya,
[Chorus:]
We're the kids in America,
We're the kids in America,
Everybody live for the music around,
We're the kids in America,
we're the kids in America,
Everybody live for the music around,
yeah, i'm on a cascada rant
Wouldn't it be good.
Remember the day
There was a sign
It was the time
To take me away to your arms
I heard your voice you called my name
A single touch
Would stop my pain
I feel like you in everything i do
Wouldn't it be good to be in your shoes
Even if it was for just one day
Wouldn't it be good if we could wish ourselves away
Wouldn't it be good to be on your side
Grasses always greener over there
Wouldn't it be good if we could live without a care
The times passing by
I feel like you
I always do
Youre my place to hide
I don't know why
Still hear your voice
Still feel the same
Single kiss can stop the rain
So close to you in everything i do
Wouldn't it be good to be in your shoes
Even if it was for just one day
Wouldn't it be good if we could wish ourselves away
Wouldn't it be good to be on your side
Grasses always greener over there
Wouldn't it be good if we could live without a care
Wouldn't it be good to be in your shoes
Even if it was for just one day
Wouldn't it be good if we could wish ourselves away
Remember the day
There was a sign
It was the time
To take me away to your arms
I heard your voice you called my name
A single touch
Would stop my pain
I feel like you in everything i do
Wouldn't it be good to be in your shoes
Even if it was for just one day
Wouldn't it be good if we could wish ourselves away
Wouldn't it be good to be on your side
Grasses always greener over there
Wouldn't it be good if we could live without a care
The times passing by
I feel like you
I always do
Youre my place to hide
I don't know why
Still hear your voice
Still feel the same
Single kiss can stop the rain
So close to you in everything i do
Wouldn't it be good to be in your shoes
Even if it was for just one day
Wouldn't it be good if we could wish ourselves away
Wouldn't it be good to be on your side
Grasses always greener over there
Wouldn't it be good if we could live without a care
Wouldn't it be good to be in your shoes
Even if it was for just one day
Wouldn't it be good if we could wish ourselves away
how do you do-cascada
I see you comb your hair and gimme that grin.
It's making me spin now, spinnin' within.
Before I melt like snow, I say Hello -
How do you do!
I love the way you undress now.
Baby begin.
Do your caress, honey, my heart's in a mess.
I love your blue-eyed voice,
like Tiny Tim shines thru.
How do you do!
Well, here we are crackin' jokes in the
corner of our mouths
and I feel like I'm laughing in a dream.
If I was young I could wait outside your school
cos your face is like the cover of a magazine
How do you do, do you do, the things that you do.
No one I know could ever keep up with you.
How do you do!
Did it ever make sense to you to say Bye
Bye Bye?
I see you in that chair with the perfect skin.
Well how have you been, baby, livin' in sin?
Hey, I gotta know, did you say Hello -
How do you do?
Well, here we are spending time in the louder part of town
and it feels like everything's surreal.
When I get old I will wait outside your house
cos your hands have got the power meant to heal.
How do you do, do you do, the things that you do.
No one I know could ever keep up with you.
How do you do!
Did it ever make sense to you to say Bye
Bye Bye?
It's making me spin now, spinnin' within.
Before I melt like snow, I say Hello -
How do you do!
I love the way you undress now.
Baby begin.
Do your caress, honey, my heart's in a mess.
I love your blue-eyed voice,
like Tiny Tim shines thru.
How do you do!
Well, here we are crackin' jokes in the
corner of our mouths
and I feel like I'm laughing in a dream.
If I was young I could wait outside your school
cos your face is like the cover of a magazine
How do you do, do you do, the things that you do.
No one I know could ever keep up with you.
How do you do!
Did it ever make sense to you to say Bye
Bye Bye?
I see you in that chair with the perfect skin.
Well how have you been, baby, livin' in sin?
Hey, I gotta know, did you say Hello -
How do you do?
Well, here we are spending time in the louder part of town
and it feels like everything's surreal.
When I get old I will wait outside your house
cos your hands have got the power meant to heal.
How do you do, do you do, the things that you do.
No one I know could ever keep up with you.
How do you do!
Did it ever make sense to you to say Bye
Bye Bye?
Ready for Love by Cascada
what I really like about her songs is that they always seem to tell a story or something.
You took a piece of my heart
I never thought that this could fall apart
You said you fell in love
And this was more than I had ever been afraid of
Another life
Another happy ending cuts like a knife
Another place, another time
Another hand to touch, another sun to shine
You got me deeper than deep and I'm constantly blinded
I'm running around but there's no place to hide
I start to talk in my sleep, our souls have divided
Why can't they forgive me these demons inside
Deeper than deep and I'm constantly blinded
My heart starts to shiver for I was letting up
I start to talk in my sleep, cause our souls have divided
How can it be that you're ready for love
Ready for love ...
How can it be that you're ready for love .....
Time will tell
A single day had helped me break this spell
Don't want to be alone
When will I be understood when is my kingdom to come
Another boy, another life
Another happy ending, and I'll be alive
Another place, another time
Another hand to touch, another sun to shine
You got me deeper than deep and I'm constantly blinded
I'm running around but there's no place to hide
I start to talk in my sleep, our souls have divided
Why can't they forgive me these demons inside
Deeper than deep and I'm constantly blinded
My heart starts to shiver for I was letting up
I start to talk in my sleep, cause our souls have divided
How can it be that you're ready for love
How can it be that you're ready for love ...
How can it be that you're ready for love ...
You took a piece of my heart
I never thought that this could fall apart
You said you fell in love
And this was more than I had ever been afraid of
Another life
Another happy ending cuts like a knife
Another place, another time
Another hand to touch, another sun to shine
You got me deeper than deep and I'm constantly blinded
I'm running around but there's no place to hide
I start to talk in my sleep, our souls have divided
Why can't they forgive me these demons inside
Deeper than deep and I'm constantly blinded
My heart starts to shiver for I was letting up
I start to talk in my sleep, cause our souls have divided
How can it be that you're ready for love
Ready for love ...
How can it be that you're ready for love .....
Time will tell
A single day had helped me break this spell
Don't want to be alone
When will I be understood when is my kingdom to come
Another boy, another life
Another happy ending, and I'll be alive
Another place, another time
Another hand to touch, another sun to shine
You got me deeper than deep and I'm constantly blinded
I'm running around but there's no place to hide
I start to talk in my sleep, our souls have divided
Why can't they forgive me these demons inside
Deeper than deep and I'm constantly blinded
My heart starts to shiver for I was letting up
I start to talk in my sleep, cause our souls have divided
How can it be that you're ready for love
How can it be that you're ready for love ...
How can it be that you're ready for love ...
WOOT
So my youth group is going on a youth retreat starting tomorrow. Seeing as I will probably be leaving for the pick-up place right after school, and none of my free blocks are scheduled for tomorrow, I am not going to be able to post tomorrow, or Saturday. But I will probably be able to post on Sunday, depending on how much homework that I have.
FYI.
yay youth retreats!
FYI.
yay youth retreats!
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
HOLY CRUD I LOVE THIS SONG!
okay, this is really random, but you know that movie That Thing You Do? Well, I know I'm really weird and all that, but I happen to love it. So these are the lyrics to the title song, because I'm such a geek.
You,
Doing that thing you do,
Breaking my heart into a million pieces,
Like you always do
And you,
Don't mean to be cruel,
You never even knew about the heartache,
I've been going through
Well I try and try to forget you girl,
But it's just so hard to do,
Every time you do that thing you do
I,
Know all the games you play,
And I'm gonna find a way to let you know that,
You'll be mine someday
'Cause we,
Could be happy can't you see,
If you'd only let me be the one to hold you,
And keep you here with me
'Cause I try and try to forget you girl,
But it's just so hard to do,
Every time you do that thing you do
I don't ask a lot girl,
But I know one thing's for sure,
It's the love I haven't got girl,
And I just can't take it anymore
'Cause we,
Could be happy can't you see,
If you'd only let me be the one to hold you,
And keep you here with me
Cause it hurts me so just to see you go,
Around with someone new,
And if I know you you're doin' that thing,
Every day just doin' that thing,
I can't take you doing that thing you do
You,
Doing that thing you do,
Breaking my heart into a million pieces,
Like you always do
And you,
Don't mean to be cruel,
You never even knew about the heartache,
I've been going through
Well I try and try to forget you girl,
But it's just so hard to do,
Every time you do that thing you do
I,
Know all the games you play,
And I'm gonna find a way to let you know that,
You'll be mine someday
'Cause we,
Could be happy can't you see,
If you'd only let me be the one to hold you,
And keep you here with me
'Cause I try and try to forget you girl,
But it's just so hard to do,
Every time you do that thing you do
I don't ask a lot girl,
But I know one thing's for sure,
It's the love I haven't got girl,
And I just can't take it anymore
'Cause we,
Could be happy can't you see,
If you'd only let me be the one to hold you,
And keep you here with me
Cause it hurts me so just to see you go,
Around with someone new,
And if I know you you're doin' that thing,
Every day just doin' that thing,
I can't take you doing that thing you do
Thursday, October 15, 2009
:P
Well, I found my binder. It was in the Ancient Civilizations room. I went in before I left for home yesterday. This is a VERY good thing. Really. I would seriously die without my binder.
Last night was College Night at the mall, and there were SO MANY FREAKING PEOPLE THERE! It was insane. And there were a TON of colleges. I thought I picked up the brochure for Wesleyan, but I actually got the one for one that was spelled pretty much the same way, but it was in Virginia instead of Connecticut. I don't know why I want to go to Wesleyan, but whatever. I also picked up about a ton of other college brochures, so that the handles of the plastic bag they gave you at the beginning of the night were nearly falling off. I'm not kidding. Anyway, I'm NOT sure AT ALL where I want to go to college. There are SO MANY FREAKING CHOICES!! But my mom DID force me to fill out one of those mailing card thingies for Methodist College, not because she really wants me to go to Methodist, but because she really wants me to get epic loads of spam from colleges two years before I actually have to pay attention to any of it. I have no idea why she is so obsessed with it. Maybe it's because of my brother. He is doing his college apps now. So she might want me to start paying attention now so it will be less of a hassle later. I really don't want to. It is really annoying.
Last night was College Night at the mall, and there were SO MANY FREAKING PEOPLE THERE! It was insane. And there were a TON of colleges. I thought I picked up the brochure for Wesleyan, but I actually got the one for one that was spelled pretty much the same way, but it was in Virginia instead of Connecticut. I don't know why I want to go to Wesleyan, but whatever. I also picked up about a ton of other college brochures, so that the handles of the plastic bag they gave you at the beginning of the night were nearly falling off. I'm not kidding. Anyway, I'm NOT sure AT ALL where I want to go to college. There are SO MANY FREAKING CHOICES!! But my mom DID force me to fill out one of those mailing card thingies for Methodist College, not because she really wants me to go to Methodist, but because she really wants me to get epic loads of spam from colleges two years before I actually have to pay attention to any of it. I have no idea why she is so obsessed with it. Maybe it's because of my brother. He is doing his college apps now. So she might want me to start paying attention now so it will be less of a hassle later. I really don't want to. It is really annoying.
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
life and a MISSING BINDER!!!! AAAAAH!!
I have lost my binder, and that is NOT a good thing. It has all the essential things I need to survive more than a week at school, including the key to not failing math this quarter. Okay, not FAIL fail. But definitely not get an A. So I am kind of freaking out right now. It's been missing since yesterday, when I actually started needing it this week, because we had a three day weekend. So now I can't find it. It's not at school. It's not at home. I have no idea where it could be, but until I find it, I am at risk of not getting straight A's this quarter. This would be the first time I got straight A's in one quarter since fifth grade. So this is kind of essential to my survival at school.
And it's not cool that I can not find it. But I really have no idea where it could be, so my math grade is at stake. Okay, not really all that much, but still. I don't WANT to get all A's and one B AGAIN, which is the closest I've ever gotten to straight A's since fifth grade. I had all A's and one B for the first semester of seventh grade. But that's the closest thing I've ever gotten to straight A's since elementary school. That's sad.
So I have to get my binder back, because I don't want to give up getting straight A's when there are only three weeks until the end of the quarter.
This is NOT COOL!
I hate myself for losing it. And I don't want to get another binder, because it would be a huge hassle to have to move everything all the time and stuff.
I'm gonna go look for it.
And it's not cool that I can not find it. But I really have no idea where it could be, so my math grade is at stake. Okay, not really all that much, but still. I don't WANT to get all A's and one B AGAIN, which is the closest I've ever gotten to straight A's since fifth grade. I had all A's and one B for the first semester of seventh grade. But that's the closest thing I've ever gotten to straight A's since elementary school. That's sad.
So I have to get my binder back, because I don't want to give up getting straight A's when there are only three weeks until the end of the quarter.
This is NOT COOL!
I hate myself for losing it. And I don't want to get another binder, because it would be a huge hassle to have to move everything all the time and stuff.
I'm gonna go look for it.
well....
I have a free block for the rest of the day. It is most awesome. Ancient Civilizations got canceled, and I already had two scheduled free blocks, so here I am. YAY FREE PERIODS!
Anyway, I want to adopt a dog. I don't remember if I've already said that, but whatever. I'm saying it again. I WANT TO ADOPT A DOG!! The most annoying thing is that my dad is being somewhat of a prat about it. If we do get a dog, he's going to let the dog out into the back so it can go do its business, which is all well and good, but he's going to make me wake up early and pick UP the poop and take the dog for a walk, all because he's being a wimp and doesn't want to pick up poop, so he's going to make me do it. Way to go, dad. But, of course, pretty much the only way for me to convince him to consider letting me get a dog was for him to do none of the work except opening the door and have me do the rest. Whoop de doo. Great.
The end.
Anyway, I want to adopt a dog. I don't remember if I've already said that, but whatever. I'm saying it again. I WANT TO ADOPT A DOG!! The most annoying thing is that my dad is being somewhat of a prat about it. If we do get a dog, he's going to let the dog out into the back so it can go do its business, which is all well and good, but he's going to make me wake up early and pick UP the poop and take the dog for a walk, all because he's being a wimp and doesn't want to pick up poop, so he's going to make me do it. Way to go, dad. But, of course, pretty much the only way for me to convince him to consider letting me get a dog was for him to do none of the work except opening the door and have me do the rest. Whoop de doo. Great.
The end.
holy.......!
My brain is numb. I just finished the PSAT, and it was NOT FUN!!! (you'd feel like this, too, if you'd just spent almost three hours straight looking at a piece of paper and trying to remember whether the people are using proper grammar or not).
So that's why we get a forty-minute lunch and a late/ short E block. My English teacher says we're going to do something somewhat relaxing during her class, but I don't know. It might be nice, it might not. Some people's idea of "fun" is some other people's idea of "more stress on top of everything else I have to deal with."
Anyway, we're going to College Night at the mall tonight. I do not know what college I want to go to, I really don't. I know I'm supposed to, but on the other hand, I still have a few years until I actually have think about applying to college and stuff.
I can only wonder how much my brain is going to hurt after the ACTUAL SAT. I'm probably going to fail it. I probably failed the PSAT. And the PSAT doesn't even count for anything. In my head, "PSAT" now stands for "Pretty Stressful- A** test". :P
Gotta go. Some sixth grader is playing with my yarn without asking. Going to go beat him up.
Wait, no, he's done now.
I'm leaving anyway.
So that's why we get a forty-minute lunch and a late/ short E block. My English teacher says we're going to do something somewhat relaxing during her class, but I don't know. It might be nice, it might not. Some people's idea of "fun" is some other people's idea of "more stress on top of everything else I have to deal with."
Anyway, we're going to College Night at the mall tonight. I do not know what college I want to go to, I really don't. I know I'm supposed to, but on the other hand, I still have a few years until I actually have think about applying to college and stuff.
I can only wonder how much my brain is going to hurt after the ACTUAL SAT. I'm probably going to fail it. I probably failed the PSAT. And the PSAT doesn't even count for anything. In my head, "PSAT" now stands for "Pretty Stressful- A** test". :P
Gotta go. Some sixth grader is playing with my yarn without asking. Going to go beat him up.
Wait, no, he's done now.
I'm leaving anyway.
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
halloween!
We put up our Halloween decorations yesterday, and I named all of them (gravestones not included). We now have this running joke that the skeleton hanging on the porch is my ex boyfriend. His name is Rufus. And the ghosts are Tim, Sally, and Bono. I don't know why I decided to call him Bono. The skulls are Joe and Maurice, and Johnny and Charlotte are the spiders.
I have no idea why I decided to name all the decorations, in case you were wondering. I'm just weird like that. It was fun, though.
We need to make new gravestones, though. We made the ones we currently have out of cardboard when I was about six, and they're really bad and always falling over and stuff. We've taped unbent coat hangers to the back as the stakes. I forget what we were using before, but it didn't work, whatever we had. I'm pretty sure the coat hangers are a fairly recent addition, however. And, of course, we don't have any of the spider webs anymore, because we donated them all to the middle school play in eighth grade. It was "Boys and Ghouls," and it was set in a dark castle type place, and we had a plethora of fake spider webs with leaves and plastic spiders and stuff still attached, so it all worked with the decor.
I was the only eighth grader in that show. All the rest were seventh graders. I think it was because the person who did the casting put in all her friends, and she was a seventh grader. Maybe it was because I was the only eighth grader who actually auditioned. The funny thing was, though, that even though we auditioned in like September, we didn't actually start rehearsing until May, and the show didn't go up until the first week in June or something, and even then it was during the week, because we couldn't get the black box any time else, because a ton of other stuff had already been booked in there for the three weekends we had left in the school year.
So that's my story.
I'm going now.
I have no idea why I decided to name all the decorations, in case you were wondering. I'm just weird like that. It was fun, though.
We need to make new gravestones, though. We made the ones we currently have out of cardboard when I was about six, and they're really bad and always falling over and stuff. We've taped unbent coat hangers to the back as the stakes. I forget what we were using before, but it didn't work, whatever we had. I'm pretty sure the coat hangers are a fairly recent addition, however. And, of course, we don't have any of the spider webs anymore, because we donated them all to the middle school play in eighth grade. It was "Boys and Ghouls," and it was set in a dark castle type place, and we had a plethora of fake spider webs with leaves and plastic spiders and stuff still attached, so it all worked with the decor.
I was the only eighth grader in that show. All the rest were seventh graders. I think it was because the person who did the casting put in all her friends, and she was a seventh grader. Maybe it was because I was the only eighth grader who actually auditioned. The funny thing was, though, that even though we auditioned in like September, we didn't actually start rehearsing until May, and the show didn't go up until the first week in June or something, and even then it was during the week, because we couldn't get the black box any time else, because a ton of other stuff had already been booked in there for the three weekends we had left in the school year.
So that's my story.
I'm going now.
Sunday, October 11, 2009
BWAHAHAHAHA!!!!
So, as a lot of you probably know, Robert Pattinson played Edward in Twilight. One of my friends on facebook said "I love Robert Pattinson..." in her status, but then commented on it:
"... but for this quote only:
"When you read the book... It's like, 'Edward Cullen was so beautiful I creamed myself'. I mean, every line is like that. He's the most ridiculous person who's so amazing at everything. I think a lot of actors tried to play that aspect. I just couldn't do that. And the more I read the script, the more I hated this guy, so that's how I played him, as a manic-depressive who hates himself. Plus, he's a 108-year-old virgin so he's obviously got some issues there."
I totally agree with her. And Robert. It's true. You can deny it all you like, but it's totally true.
At least he has some common sense, even if his character doesn't seem to. And Bella needs some hobbies aside from
1. wanting immortality
2. wanting to be a vampire
3. vampires in general
4. werewolves in general
5. the awesomeness of both, and
6. Edward's eyes
Really.
That's all I have to say on the matter. The end.
"... but for this quote only:
"When you read the book... It's like, 'Edward Cullen was so beautiful I creamed myself'. I mean, every line is like that. He's the most ridiculous person who's so amazing at everything. I think a lot of actors tried to play that aspect. I just couldn't do that. And the more I read the script, the more I hated this guy, so that's how I played him, as a manic-depressive who hates himself. Plus, he's a 108-year-old virgin so he's obviously got some issues there."
I totally agree with her. And Robert. It's true. You can deny it all you like, but it's totally true.
At least he has some common sense, even if his character doesn't seem to. And Bella needs some hobbies aside from
1. wanting immortality
2. wanting to be a vampire
3. vampires in general
4. werewolves in general
5. the awesomeness of both, and
6. Edward's eyes
Really.
That's all I have to say on the matter. The end.
bit at the end
Well, here is a bit at the end of the story, where Garrett and Simon finally get their butts kicked by Lily for hating each other/ arguing all the time. It references some things that I have yet to write during the middle of the story.
This is after they all kill the bad guys and complete the quest. They're still in the bad guy's castle, and the quest is almost finished, they just have to get back to camp. So then Simon and Garrett start arguing and stuff. I was going to have Lily scream something kinda inappropriate at the end, but I decided not to, because Merlin's Pants and Your Mother are just funnier that way.
"Well, it's all thanks to me that we won, isn't it?" Garrett said. "I got us here and I did a lot of the fighting and I made sure we were safe.
"Oh, and that troll killed itself, did it?" Simon shot at him. "The meals cooked themselves, did they? Maldan was hearing things other than the flute, was he? Or was that just me making stuff up, as usual?"
"Okay, so you three did some of the stuff, but I did most-" Garrett began to say.
"Lily did most of the stuff," Simon interrupted. I had never seen him that mad. "You just don't like to admit that a girl and an outlaw both killed more bad things than you did tonight."
"It's not that I"m embarrassed or anything-" Garrett began again.
"You jsut want to take all the credit, don't you?" Simon hollered. "You hate sharing the glory. I'm surprised you got knighted, you're so selfish."
"Simon, be reasonable!" Garrett yelled.
"BOYS!" I screamed over both of them. They stared at me in disbelief. I guess they weren't expecting me to yell that loud. Or maybe they didn't want to be addressed as boys. Either way, it got their attention, but it didn't hold for long.
"He started it," Simon said.
"Robin Hood started it," Garrett snarled.
"Prince John started it," Simon growled.
"Your MOTHERS started it!" I yelled.
They both stared at me again.
"Now that you two have sufficiently shut up," I continued, but I didn't get any farther than that.
"Don't make comments about my mother," Garrett snapped.
"Don't give her reason to, then," Simon said.
"This isn't a laughing matter, outlaw," Garrett retorted.
"Don't make it one, then, your worshipness," Simon replied sarcastically.
"MERLIN'S PANTS!!" I screamed at the top of my voice. For a third time they stared at me. Just to make sure they'd listen, I grabbed both of them by the ear and pulled them down to my height. They both gasped in pain. I was amazed at my own authority in the matter.
"Now, listen," I said in my most dangerous voice. "I don't care that Simon is an outlaw ang Garrett is a knight. I don't care that it's supposed to make you two sworn enemies. I don't care that you two find it impossible to agree on anything. You were sent on this quest for a reason, and I don't think it's because you hate each other. You both are good at certain things and bad at others, and the sooner you own up to the fact that someone else might actually be better at something than you are, the happier you'll be. And you are NOOT allowed to argue anymore, because I SWEAR I will rip you both to pieces if I EVER catch you at it again, and I will be employing spies, too. Do I make myself QUITE clear?"
"Yes," they both gasped.
"Good," I said, and I let them go.
It was so much fun being a girl. No guy would have been able to get away with that.
This is after they all kill the bad guys and complete the quest. They're still in the bad guy's castle, and the quest is almost finished, they just have to get back to camp. So then Simon and Garrett start arguing and stuff. I was going to have Lily scream something kinda inappropriate at the end, but I decided not to, because Merlin's Pants and Your Mother are just funnier that way.
"Well, it's all thanks to me that we won, isn't it?" Garrett said. "I got us here and I did a lot of the fighting and I made sure we were safe.
"Oh, and that troll killed itself, did it?" Simon shot at him. "The meals cooked themselves, did they? Maldan was hearing things other than the flute, was he? Or was that just me making stuff up, as usual?"
"Okay, so you three did some of the stuff, but I did most-" Garrett began to say.
"Lily did most of the stuff," Simon interrupted. I had never seen him that mad. "You just don't like to admit that a girl and an outlaw both killed more bad things than you did tonight."
"It's not that I"m embarrassed or anything-" Garrett began again.
"You jsut want to take all the credit, don't you?" Simon hollered. "You hate sharing the glory. I'm surprised you got knighted, you're so selfish."
"Simon, be reasonable!" Garrett yelled.
"BOYS!" I screamed over both of them. They stared at me in disbelief. I guess they weren't expecting me to yell that loud. Or maybe they didn't want to be addressed as boys. Either way, it got their attention, but it didn't hold for long.
"He started it," Simon said.
"Robin Hood started it," Garrett snarled.
"Prince John started it," Simon growled.
"Your MOTHERS started it!" I yelled.
They both stared at me again.
"Now that you two have sufficiently shut up," I continued, but I didn't get any farther than that.
"Don't make comments about my mother," Garrett snapped.
"Don't give her reason to, then," Simon said.
"This isn't a laughing matter, outlaw," Garrett retorted.
"Don't make it one, then, your worshipness," Simon replied sarcastically.
"MERLIN'S PANTS!!" I screamed at the top of my voice. For a third time they stared at me. Just to make sure they'd listen, I grabbed both of them by the ear and pulled them down to my height. They both gasped in pain. I was amazed at my own authority in the matter.
"Now, listen," I said in my most dangerous voice. "I don't care that Simon is an outlaw ang Garrett is a knight. I don't care that it's supposed to make you two sworn enemies. I don't care that you two find it impossible to agree on anything. You were sent on this quest for a reason, and I don't think it's because you hate each other. You both are good at certain things and bad at others, and the sooner you own up to the fact that someone else might actually be better at something than you are, the happier you'll be. And you are NOOT allowed to argue anymore, because I SWEAR I will rip you both to pieces if I EVER catch you at it again, and I will be employing spies, too. Do I make myself QUITE clear?"
"Yes," they both gasped.
"Good," I said, and I let them go.
It was so much fun being a girl. No guy would have been able to get away with that.
Saturday, October 10, 2009
And by the way...
Here is the rest of the story from Creative Writing. No, it's not done yet, but I'm still putting it up here. We just had to get to a reasonable stopping point in the story, and mine was them leaving. So here it is.
“I’ve got a question, though,” I said. “What about my parents?”
“They already know,” Lheada said. “That’s why they brought you out here in the first place.”
“So why was I brought up by humans?” I asked.
“So you could learn like a human,” Lheada explained. “So you could learn the logical things that humans do. You’ll learn once we’re with more fairies. We typically jump to conclusions.”
“YOU jump to conclusions,” Eohu said.
“Um... okay, then,” I said. “But when do we leave?”
“Right now,” Eohu said.
“WHAT?” I yelped. “What about sleep and clothes and stuff?”
“That will be covered once we get there,” Eohu said. “Let’s go.”
“Where are we going?” I wondered.
“The king’s hideout,” Lheada explained. “The palace was infiltrated and he had to go into hiding, along with everyone else in our world.”
“Do you know him?” I asked.
“We’re part of his guard,” Lheada explained. “The junior part. We’ve only just passed the tests to get in.”
“Okay, let’s go,” Eohu said. He grabbed my arm and pulled me forward. I had a sudden sensation of being squished into an over tight tube, and then a sudden sense of relief. We were in a totally new place.
We had arrived in a large clearing with a lot of tents that slouched and tons of dejected-looking people. Some were knights pacing back and forth, some were wild-looking men dressed in Lincoln green, and still others were small and light, similar in build to Eohu and Lheada. All of them looked dejected and worn out.
I realized that all of these people were stuff of legend, myths, and fairy tales-the knights of Camelot, Robin Hood and his Merry Men, fairies, elves, sprites, and nymphs. I glanced around and saw a dwarf tying a unicorn to a tree. Nearby, a giant sat whittling a piece of wood. He looked so sad, and I realized why-he must feel so trapped, being tall enough to stand above the trees; he would never get to stretch his legs, for fear of being seen.
On the opposite side of the clearing, a dragon lay sleeping. It was huge, bottle green, and was the saddest sight I had ever seen. Like the giant, he seemed tired, sad, and trapped, like the nap he was taking wasn’t actually giving him any rest.
“Sad, isn’t it?” Lheada said, noticing where I was looking. “Kenzal’s been there for a few days, and he still hasn’t woken up. He’s still breathing, though,” she added, noticing the look on my face.
“This way,” Eohu said, leading us through the campsite to a section that had a definite sense of magic in it, even though the tents were just as bedraggled and the people were just as morose. I guessed that this part was where a lot of the magical types lived-fairies, like us, elves, nymphs, sprites.
I suddenly felt very out of place, with my beaten-up and drawn on blue high tops and overlarge cargo pants. Everybody here was elegantly yet practically dressed except for me and my too-big pants and my ill-fitting plaid shirt. Both had belonged to my dad at one point. I never thought they would be out of place until now.
Eohu pushed back the flap of one of the less haphazard tents and led the way inside. I realized I was still holding the wooden flute. I shoved it into my pocket and followed.
On the outside, the tent was not exactly brilliant. On the inside, however, it could probably sleep at least twenty on fairly nice beds AND had room for a study and a fire pit.
Sitting at the desk, which was the first thing I saw, was a man of about forty. He looked tired, just like everyone else, probably partially due to the lateness of the hour. However, he had a sort of rugged sense about him that was still sort of regal. I guessed that this was the king. He looked up as we entered.
“Ah,” was all he said. I wasn’t sure whether I was allowed to look at him or not, so I fixed my eyes on the disorganized desk. The room was quiet for a few seconds.
“We did as you asked, sir,” Eohu said lamely after a few moments of the awkward silence.
“I see,” the king said. “Did you fill her in entirely?”
“Yes, sir,” Lheada replied.
“Very well,” the king said. “The search party leaves at dawn in two days. Lheada, I am afraid you will have to remain here. The men need a female presence in camp while the rest are away. Eohu, you are still coming, I presume. Now, any questions?”
“I do,” I said meekly. The king glared at me. I immediately forgot what I going to say under his stern glare. “Um... I was wondering, um... never mind,” I stuttered, blushing scarlet.
“Yes, well, carry on for the night,” the king said. The two fairies bowed and left, and I, not knowing what else to do, followed suit.
Once we were out of the tent, I asked, “okay, what did he mean by ‘fill me in entirely,’ and why do I still feel totally clueless?”
“Not now, Lily,” Lheada sighed.
“It’s kind of hard to explain,” Eohu said apologetically.
“Try,” I insisted.
“Well, basically, all the creatures and people of legend-fairies, sprites, nymphs, elves, King Arthur and his men, Robin Hood and his men, dragons, wizards, witches, unicorns, dwarves, centaurs, everything-they’re dying out. Now Guinevere and all her ladies-in-waiting and the fairy queen and the princesses and Robin Hood’s daughter, they’ve all been captured. All the girls except for Lheada, basically, were captured and being held hostage in the old fairy castle, or maybe one of the ruins, we’re not sure, and we have to go save them.”
“How was that hard to explain?” I inquired.
“There are a lot of weird prophecies and whatnot that involve a flute player-that’s you-and a quest and lots of other junk that’s all very confusing,” Lheada said. “So we’re going to take you to the grub tent and explain the rest in the morning, all right?”
“Okay,” I said. “But where do I sleep?”
“In our tent, Lheada said, as if the idea didn’t really suit her fancy all too well. And that was that.
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The next morning, after a fitful sleep in a cramped tent, I awoke at dawn, unable to sleep any longer. I don’t know why I couldn’t sleep. I don’t think it was the hard ground so much as the fact that I was sleeping between Eohu and Lheada, and Eohu kept rolling over on top of me.
Rising as quietly as I could, I moved out into the mist of the campsite at dawn. Shivering slightly in the cold, I walked over to a somewhat secluded place behind our tent and pulled out the flute. It was small, really. Looking at it, I was totally befuddled by all the holes and designs. I put it to my mouth, and just as I was about to blow, there was a voice behind me.
“Lily?” a male voice asked quietly.
I turned. The voice belonged to a young man I didn’t recognize, with dark, shaggy brown hair, large amber eyes, and freckles. He was at least three inches taller than me, but he was also kind of skinny, like he had just gained the height.
“Who are you?” I asked.
“I’m Simon,” he said, taking a tentative step forward. “I’m one of the merry men.” He barely looked older than me. He still seemed to be in that awkward phase between boyhood and teenager-hood, but certainly not Robin Hood-hood.
“What are you...? I mean...” why was I so terrible at asking questions of these people? Simon wasn’t in the least bit attractive. Well, maybe a little bit, but not that much.
“I saw you come out of your tent,” he explained. “I... uh... I couldn’t sleep either. Can I join you?”
“Um... sure,” I said, sitting down.
“What were you doing before?” he asked, sitting down beside me.
“Nothing,” I said honestly.
“Really?” He asked, as if he didn’t believe it.
“Yes!” I insisted, with maybe a little too much force. Simon still looked doubtful.
“Well, then,” he said.
Another figure appeared over Simon’s shoulder. Simon immediately jumped up, and I followed suit.
The newcomer was tall and broad, in a muscular sort of way. He had auburn hair and bluish-grayish-greenish eyes.
“What are you two doing?” he asked. His eyes traveled over me, and then to Simon, where they donned a look of disgust.
“Nothing,” Simon said. He seemed somewhat intimidated.
“He just introduced himself,” I piped up. “Then you came.”
The newcomer raised one eyebrow.
“Garrett, honest,” Simon said. There was an almost pleading note in his voice.
“Garrett nodded, as if he didn’t believe a word of it.
“Well, then,” Garrett said. “I’ll leave you two to it, shall I?”
He stalked away.
Simon glared after him.
“What is it with you and him?” I asked.
“What are you talking about?” he replied.
“It’s just you don’t seem to like each other all that much,” I said.
“He just got knighted,” Simon explained. “And he’s acting like that automatically makes him ten times better than any of the rest of us. The Merry Men, I mean. I can do anything he can. He just has to act all high and mighty about it, because now he’s SIR Garrett of the Southeast Duchy of the Warrior Knights instead of Garrett the Page.”
“And so he was bullying you?” I asked.
“Not exactly,” Simon said, shifting uncomfortably. “He... I can just tell that he doesn’t like me.”
“How can you tell?” I don’t know why I was so curious about these guys I barely knew, but I couldn’t help but wonder what was up between the two of them.
“The way he treats me, you think I was about two,” Simon grumbled unhappily. “And he doesn’t seem to think I’m there. If it’s me and him and a few other guys, and we’re talking about something or another, I’ll start to put in my two cents and then halfway through my sentence, he’ll start talking over me, like I’m from the Land of the Unintelligible or something.”
“I see,” I said slowly. “Well, I had a friend who did that.”
“What happened?” Simon asked.
“We went to different schools after fifth grade and we’ve only seen each other about twice since then,” I told him. “I don’t think it’s going to be that easy this time, though. I mean, for you. Is he coming on the mission?”
“Yes,” Simon grunted. “Unfortunately.”
“Well, that’s convenient,” I muttered.
“Are the cooks up yet?” Simon asked, abruptly changing the topic. “I’m starving, aren’t you?”
“Okay,” I agreed. Simon hurried off. Shoving the flute back in my pocket, I turned to follow him, glancing back over my shoulder to survey the area one more time before leaving. As I turned away again, I heard a rustle in the bushes behind me, followed by quiet footsteps that seemed to be going away from me. I immediately swung back around. There was nothing there. I looked closer. Still nothing.
“What’s taking you so long?” Simon demanded, coming back to my side.
“I thought I heard something come out of the bushes over that way,” I told him, pointing. “And then it ran off.”
“Weird,” Simon said. He walked forward and crouched down to inspect the ground where we had just been.
“There are no tracks,” he said, studying the dirt closely.
He went over to the other side of the bushes and crouched down again. I followed him.
“Yep, something has definitely been here,” he said. “See, that print there looks like a human footprint. If it were human, it might fit a kid around seven or eight. But the thing is nobody here is younger than sixteen.”
“Actually, yes there is,” I said. “I’m fifteen.”
“All right, aside from you, nobody here is under the age of sixteen,” Simon said. “And a dwarf’s foot is bigger than that. This means we’re being watched. We need to tell the king. Follow me.”
He rose and started off at a jog. I followed, struggling to keep up with his longer stride.
Simon arrived at the king’s tent moments before I did. He seemed barely out of breath, but he was also taller than me, had a longer stride, and therefore was able to leave me in the dust in a footrace. I was completely winded and breaking a sweat with the effort of keeping up with him.
“We want to see the king,” Simon said to the guard outside the door that hadn’t been there last night.
“The king is indisposed, on account of being asleep,” the guard told him firmly. “So buzz off.”
“It’s urgent!” Simon insisted.
“Whatever an outlaw and a little fairy girl have to say can wait until morning,” the guard said.
“It IS morning,” Simon reminded him doggedly. “The sun is up and everything.”
“Well, you’ll still have to wait for the king to wake up,” the guard insisted. “You have to wait for the king. The king doesn’t have to work his schedule around yours.”
Just then, the tent flap was pulled back, and the king emerged. He looked no less tired than when I had seen him the night before. He was wearing an old coat and pajamas. Everyone bowed.
“What’s wrong, William?” he asked pleasantly.
“They want to talk to you, sir,” the guard named William said. “It’s urgent, apparently, even though I didn’t think-“
“What is it?” the king interrupted, looking at us.
“Footprints, sir,” Simon said. “Brand new, sir. Lily heard whatever it was leaving just a few minutes ago, sir. We were in this clearing near the edge of camp, and-“
“Show me,” the king ordered.
“This way,” Simon said. Simon led the way and the king followed just behind him, with me at the back.
“Interesting,” the king said, crouching down to inspect the marks in the dirt. “Any idea what made these?” he asked of both of us.
“We’re not really sure,” Simon replied. “We were thinking maybe a brownie or something similar in build. Gnomes or goblins, perhaps. It’s really hard to say.”
I didn’t recall ever agreeing to thinking that it might have been a brownie or something similar in build, but I didn’t think it was the time to argue with him.
“I don’t think goblins would be this far from a cave or a mine,” the king said. “And gnomes are just plain stupid. It would be silly to make a fuss if it were a gnome that was watching you, but if it was a brownie, we’re in serious trouble. They’re loyal to Maldan, and they’re very smart. Did it see or hear anything that might have been important?”
“It might have seen the flute,” I said.
“Brilliant,” the king muttered. “Just brilliant. Now they might know we have the prophecy girl. Great.”
Then I heard a rustle behind me again. Spinning around, I saw a small, furry little creature waddling away from me on two short legs, cackling in a voice that sounded like it swallowed some helium or something. If it hadn’t been for the voice, I would have thought it was a walking teddy bear.
It moved away into a little clearing a little farther away. It turned around and, seeing me watching it, immediately dove into the nearest bush and raised its eyes tentatively over the edge of it, seeing whether I was still watching or not.
I turned back to the other two. “So is that a brownie?” I asked them.
“Yep,” The king said.
“Weird,” I remarked. “I didn’t exactly expect it to be so, well, cute.”
“Well, that’s the point, isn’t it?” Simon said, glowering. “Send out the cute little fuzz balls that nobody will hurt, and you’ll get all the information you need. Nasty little creatures, really. They bite hard and won’t give or tell you anything unless you give them their favorite food.”
“What’s their favorite food?” I wondered.
“Apples,” Simon said.
“I’m going out there,” I decided. “Maybe it will talk to me easier than it will talk to you, because I’m a girl.”
“Why should that make a difference?” Simon asked.
“I don’t know,” I said. “But it’s worth a shot, isn’t it?”
“She’s got a fair point,” the king put in. “But you should take this.” He pulled an apple out of his coat pocket.
“Thanks,” I said.
Cautiously, I walked across the wooded area to the brownie’s clearing. Its eyes watched me from behind its bush. I crouched down and moved slowly towards it.
“Come on,” I said, using the same voice I used with my dog when he didn’t want to get up for his morning walk. “Come on,” I repeated, smiling slightly. I held out the apple.
The eyes behind the bush went wide, and the brownie emerged from the bush. Approaching with caution, its little button nose sniffed the apple, as if to see whether it was poisoned, and then all of a sudden snatched it out of my hand, giggling in the helium voice.
Before it got a chance to run away, I snatched it around the middle.
“Gocha!”
I pulled the apple out of its grip.
“What did you hear?” I demanded.
“Nothing,” the brownie said. Its voice was surprisingly gruff-I’d been expecting more of the helium tones.
“What can you tell me about your master’s whereabouts?” was my next question.
“Give me the apple and I’ll tell you everything,” it told me.
“Tell me first, and then you’ll get it,” I said.
“It’s my price for the information,” it said.
“How will I know you won’t run off as soon as you get it?” I asked suspiciously.
“I won’t,” it promised.
“Yeah, right,” I said. “You’ve got a meeting with my king, mister. Come on.”
Wrapping my arms tighter around the little creature, I walked back over to Simon and the king.
“Lemme go,” it grunted.
“Not a chance, buddy,” I answered.
“I’m not saying anything,” it insisted.
“That’s funny,” I said. “I think I just heard you say something, or are my ears going bad?”
The brownie just rolled its eyes.
“You’re gonna need a lot of apples for this one,” I told the king. “It says it’s not saying anything, but that probably proves it’s guilty.”
“I like the way your mind works, Lily,” the king said. “I’ll take over from here.”
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Several hours and quite a few apples later, the king and his advisors had eked all the information they could about the whereabouts of the Royal Ladies and Maldan’s stronghold. I knew Lheada had been involved with the persuasion, because she came out of the tent quite a while later. The first thing she did after looking at me was to wave her hand, and my hair had instantly braided itself into waist-length corn rows.
“You’re going to need it,” she explained. “It’s a lot easier to manage if it’s back like that. Dreadlocks are too much of a hassle. And by the way, the king wants you.”
It turned out that the king just wanted to tell me what had happened, and what had been decided.
As soon as possible, the search was going to leave. The party had been greatly reduced to a quarter of what was originally going to be sent out-it was now only me, Simon, Garrett, and Eohu.
In addition to this information, the king also gave me a map of the stronghold, a long, searching look, the news that I should probably keep the boys in line, because they were all rookies, and the advice that I should keep the flute with me at all times.
A few hours later, after getting a completely new but much sturdier outfit from the elves, including something that looked, felt, and worked like a bodice, but was actually armor, and some new boots, we were finally able to leave.
“I’ve got a question, though,” I said. “What about my parents?”
“They already know,” Lheada said. “That’s why they brought you out here in the first place.”
“So why was I brought up by humans?” I asked.
“So you could learn like a human,” Lheada explained. “So you could learn the logical things that humans do. You’ll learn once we’re with more fairies. We typically jump to conclusions.”
“YOU jump to conclusions,” Eohu said.
“Um... okay, then,” I said. “But when do we leave?”
“Right now,” Eohu said.
“WHAT?” I yelped. “What about sleep and clothes and stuff?”
“That will be covered once we get there,” Eohu said. “Let’s go.”
“Where are we going?” I wondered.
“The king’s hideout,” Lheada explained. “The palace was infiltrated and he had to go into hiding, along with everyone else in our world.”
“Do you know him?” I asked.
“We’re part of his guard,” Lheada explained. “The junior part. We’ve only just passed the tests to get in.”
“Okay, let’s go,” Eohu said. He grabbed my arm and pulled me forward. I had a sudden sensation of being squished into an over tight tube, and then a sudden sense of relief. We were in a totally new place.
We had arrived in a large clearing with a lot of tents that slouched and tons of dejected-looking people. Some were knights pacing back and forth, some were wild-looking men dressed in Lincoln green, and still others were small and light, similar in build to Eohu and Lheada. All of them looked dejected and worn out.
I realized that all of these people were stuff of legend, myths, and fairy tales-the knights of Camelot, Robin Hood and his Merry Men, fairies, elves, sprites, and nymphs. I glanced around and saw a dwarf tying a unicorn to a tree. Nearby, a giant sat whittling a piece of wood. He looked so sad, and I realized why-he must feel so trapped, being tall enough to stand above the trees; he would never get to stretch his legs, for fear of being seen.
On the opposite side of the clearing, a dragon lay sleeping. It was huge, bottle green, and was the saddest sight I had ever seen. Like the giant, he seemed tired, sad, and trapped, like the nap he was taking wasn’t actually giving him any rest.
“Sad, isn’t it?” Lheada said, noticing where I was looking. “Kenzal’s been there for a few days, and he still hasn’t woken up. He’s still breathing, though,” she added, noticing the look on my face.
“This way,” Eohu said, leading us through the campsite to a section that had a definite sense of magic in it, even though the tents were just as bedraggled and the people were just as morose. I guessed that this part was where a lot of the magical types lived-fairies, like us, elves, nymphs, sprites.
I suddenly felt very out of place, with my beaten-up and drawn on blue high tops and overlarge cargo pants. Everybody here was elegantly yet practically dressed except for me and my too-big pants and my ill-fitting plaid shirt. Both had belonged to my dad at one point. I never thought they would be out of place until now.
Eohu pushed back the flap of one of the less haphazard tents and led the way inside. I realized I was still holding the wooden flute. I shoved it into my pocket and followed.
On the outside, the tent was not exactly brilliant. On the inside, however, it could probably sleep at least twenty on fairly nice beds AND had room for a study and a fire pit.
Sitting at the desk, which was the first thing I saw, was a man of about forty. He looked tired, just like everyone else, probably partially due to the lateness of the hour. However, he had a sort of rugged sense about him that was still sort of regal. I guessed that this was the king. He looked up as we entered.
“Ah,” was all he said. I wasn’t sure whether I was allowed to look at him or not, so I fixed my eyes on the disorganized desk. The room was quiet for a few seconds.
“We did as you asked, sir,” Eohu said lamely after a few moments of the awkward silence.
“I see,” the king said. “Did you fill her in entirely?”
“Yes, sir,” Lheada replied.
“Very well,” the king said. “The search party leaves at dawn in two days. Lheada, I am afraid you will have to remain here. The men need a female presence in camp while the rest are away. Eohu, you are still coming, I presume. Now, any questions?”
“I do,” I said meekly. The king glared at me. I immediately forgot what I going to say under his stern glare. “Um... I was wondering, um... never mind,” I stuttered, blushing scarlet.
“Yes, well, carry on for the night,” the king said. The two fairies bowed and left, and I, not knowing what else to do, followed suit.
Once we were out of the tent, I asked, “okay, what did he mean by ‘fill me in entirely,’ and why do I still feel totally clueless?”
“Not now, Lily,” Lheada sighed.
“It’s kind of hard to explain,” Eohu said apologetically.
“Try,” I insisted.
“Well, basically, all the creatures and people of legend-fairies, sprites, nymphs, elves, King Arthur and his men, Robin Hood and his men, dragons, wizards, witches, unicorns, dwarves, centaurs, everything-they’re dying out. Now Guinevere and all her ladies-in-waiting and the fairy queen and the princesses and Robin Hood’s daughter, they’ve all been captured. All the girls except for Lheada, basically, were captured and being held hostage in the old fairy castle, or maybe one of the ruins, we’re not sure, and we have to go save them.”
“How was that hard to explain?” I inquired.
“There are a lot of weird prophecies and whatnot that involve a flute player-that’s you-and a quest and lots of other junk that’s all very confusing,” Lheada said. “So we’re going to take you to the grub tent and explain the rest in the morning, all right?”
“Okay,” I said. “But where do I sleep?”
“In our tent, Lheada said, as if the idea didn’t really suit her fancy all too well. And that was that.
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The next morning, after a fitful sleep in a cramped tent, I awoke at dawn, unable to sleep any longer. I don’t know why I couldn’t sleep. I don’t think it was the hard ground so much as the fact that I was sleeping between Eohu and Lheada, and Eohu kept rolling over on top of me.
Rising as quietly as I could, I moved out into the mist of the campsite at dawn. Shivering slightly in the cold, I walked over to a somewhat secluded place behind our tent and pulled out the flute. It was small, really. Looking at it, I was totally befuddled by all the holes and designs. I put it to my mouth, and just as I was about to blow, there was a voice behind me.
“Lily?” a male voice asked quietly.
I turned. The voice belonged to a young man I didn’t recognize, with dark, shaggy brown hair, large amber eyes, and freckles. He was at least three inches taller than me, but he was also kind of skinny, like he had just gained the height.
“Who are you?” I asked.
“I’m Simon,” he said, taking a tentative step forward. “I’m one of the merry men.” He barely looked older than me. He still seemed to be in that awkward phase between boyhood and teenager-hood, but certainly not Robin Hood-hood.
“What are you...? I mean...” why was I so terrible at asking questions of these people? Simon wasn’t in the least bit attractive. Well, maybe a little bit, but not that much.
“I saw you come out of your tent,” he explained. “I... uh... I couldn’t sleep either. Can I join you?”
“Um... sure,” I said, sitting down.
“What were you doing before?” he asked, sitting down beside me.
“Nothing,” I said honestly.
“Really?” He asked, as if he didn’t believe it.
“Yes!” I insisted, with maybe a little too much force. Simon still looked doubtful.
“Well, then,” he said.
Another figure appeared over Simon’s shoulder. Simon immediately jumped up, and I followed suit.
The newcomer was tall and broad, in a muscular sort of way. He had auburn hair and bluish-grayish-greenish eyes.
“What are you two doing?” he asked. His eyes traveled over me, and then to Simon, where they donned a look of disgust.
“Nothing,” Simon said. He seemed somewhat intimidated.
“He just introduced himself,” I piped up. “Then you came.”
The newcomer raised one eyebrow.
“Garrett, honest,” Simon said. There was an almost pleading note in his voice.
“Garrett nodded, as if he didn’t believe a word of it.
“Well, then,” Garrett said. “I’ll leave you two to it, shall I?”
He stalked away.
Simon glared after him.
“What is it with you and him?” I asked.
“What are you talking about?” he replied.
“It’s just you don’t seem to like each other all that much,” I said.
“He just got knighted,” Simon explained. “And he’s acting like that automatically makes him ten times better than any of the rest of us. The Merry Men, I mean. I can do anything he can. He just has to act all high and mighty about it, because now he’s SIR Garrett of the Southeast Duchy of the Warrior Knights instead of Garrett the Page.”
“And so he was bullying you?” I asked.
“Not exactly,” Simon said, shifting uncomfortably. “He... I can just tell that he doesn’t like me.”
“How can you tell?” I don’t know why I was so curious about these guys I barely knew, but I couldn’t help but wonder what was up between the two of them.
“The way he treats me, you think I was about two,” Simon grumbled unhappily. “And he doesn’t seem to think I’m there. If it’s me and him and a few other guys, and we’re talking about something or another, I’ll start to put in my two cents and then halfway through my sentence, he’ll start talking over me, like I’m from the Land of the Unintelligible or something.”
“I see,” I said slowly. “Well, I had a friend who did that.”
“What happened?” Simon asked.
“We went to different schools after fifth grade and we’ve only seen each other about twice since then,” I told him. “I don’t think it’s going to be that easy this time, though. I mean, for you. Is he coming on the mission?”
“Yes,” Simon grunted. “Unfortunately.”
“Well, that’s convenient,” I muttered.
“Are the cooks up yet?” Simon asked, abruptly changing the topic. “I’m starving, aren’t you?”
“Okay,” I agreed. Simon hurried off. Shoving the flute back in my pocket, I turned to follow him, glancing back over my shoulder to survey the area one more time before leaving. As I turned away again, I heard a rustle in the bushes behind me, followed by quiet footsteps that seemed to be going away from me. I immediately swung back around. There was nothing there. I looked closer. Still nothing.
“What’s taking you so long?” Simon demanded, coming back to my side.
“I thought I heard something come out of the bushes over that way,” I told him, pointing. “And then it ran off.”
“Weird,” Simon said. He walked forward and crouched down to inspect the ground where we had just been.
“There are no tracks,” he said, studying the dirt closely.
He went over to the other side of the bushes and crouched down again. I followed him.
“Yep, something has definitely been here,” he said. “See, that print there looks like a human footprint. If it were human, it might fit a kid around seven or eight. But the thing is nobody here is younger than sixteen.”
“Actually, yes there is,” I said. “I’m fifteen.”
“All right, aside from you, nobody here is under the age of sixteen,” Simon said. “And a dwarf’s foot is bigger than that. This means we’re being watched. We need to tell the king. Follow me.”
He rose and started off at a jog. I followed, struggling to keep up with his longer stride.
Simon arrived at the king’s tent moments before I did. He seemed barely out of breath, but he was also taller than me, had a longer stride, and therefore was able to leave me in the dust in a footrace. I was completely winded and breaking a sweat with the effort of keeping up with him.
“We want to see the king,” Simon said to the guard outside the door that hadn’t been there last night.
“The king is indisposed, on account of being asleep,” the guard told him firmly. “So buzz off.”
“It’s urgent!” Simon insisted.
“Whatever an outlaw and a little fairy girl have to say can wait until morning,” the guard said.
“It IS morning,” Simon reminded him doggedly. “The sun is up and everything.”
“Well, you’ll still have to wait for the king to wake up,” the guard insisted. “You have to wait for the king. The king doesn’t have to work his schedule around yours.”
Just then, the tent flap was pulled back, and the king emerged. He looked no less tired than when I had seen him the night before. He was wearing an old coat and pajamas. Everyone bowed.
“What’s wrong, William?” he asked pleasantly.
“They want to talk to you, sir,” the guard named William said. “It’s urgent, apparently, even though I didn’t think-“
“What is it?” the king interrupted, looking at us.
“Footprints, sir,” Simon said. “Brand new, sir. Lily heard whatever it was leaving just a few minutes ago, sir. We were in this clearing near the edge of camp, and-“
“Show me,” the king ordered.
“This way,” Simon said. Simon led the way and the king followed just behind him, with me at the back.
“Interesting,” the king said, crouching down to inspect the marks in the dirt. “Any idea what made these?” he asked of both of us.
“We’re not really sure,” Simon replied. “We were thinking maybe a brownie or something similar in build. Gnomes or goblins, perhaps. It’s really hard to say.”
I didn’t recall ever agreeing to thinking that it might have been a brownie or something similar in build, but I didn’t think it was the time to argue with him.
“I don’t think goblins would be this far from a cave or a mine,” the king said. “And gnomes are just plain stupid. It would be silly to make a fuss if it were a gnome that was watching you, but if it was a brownie, we’re in serious trouble. They’re loyal to Maldan, and they’re very smart. Did it see or hear anything that might have been important?”
“It might have seen the flute,” I said.
“Brilliant,” the king muttered. “Just brilliant. Now they might know we have the prophecy girl. Great.”
Then I heard a rustle behind me again. Spinning around, I saw a small, furry little creature waddling away from me on two short legs, cackling in a voice that sounded like it swallowed some helium or something. If it hadn’t been for the voice, I would have thought it was a walking teddy bear.
It moved away into a little clearing a little farther away. It turned around and, seeing me watching it, immediately dove into the nearest bush and raised its eyes tentatively over the edge of it, seeing whether I was still watching or not.
I turned back to the other two. “So is that a brownie?” I asked them.
“Yep,” The king said.
“Weird,” I remarked. “I didn’t exactly expect it to be so, well, cute.”
“Well, that’s the point, isn’t it?” Simon said, glowering. “Send out the cute little fuzz balls that nobody will hurt, and you’ll get all the information you need. Nasty little creatures, really. They bite hard and won’t give or tell you anything unless you give them their favorite food.”
“What’s their favorite food?” I wondered.
“Apples,” Simon said.
“I’m going out there,” I decided. “Maybe it will talk to me easier than it will talk to you, because I’m a girl.”
“Why should that make a difference?” Simon asked.
“I don’t know,” I said. “But it’s worth a shot, isn’t it?”
“She’s got a fair point,” the king put in. “But you should take this.” He pulled an apple out of his coat pocket.
“Thanks,” I said.
Cautiously, I walked across the wooded area to the brownie’s clearing. Its eyes watched me from behind its bush. I crouched down and moved slowly towards it.
“Come on,” I said, using the same voice I used with my dog when he didn’t want to get up for his morning walk. “Come on,” I repeated, smiling slightly. I held out the apple.
The eyes behind the bush went wide, and the brownie emerged from the bush. Approaching with caution, its little button nose sniffed the apple, as if to see whether it was poisoned, and then all of a sudden snatched it out of my hand, giggling in the helium voice.
Before it got a chance to run away, I snatched it around the middle.
“Gocha!”
I pulled the apple out of its grip.
“What did you hear?” I demanded.
“Nothing,” the brownie said. Its voice was surprisingly gruff-I’d been expecting more of the helium tones.
“What can you tell me about your master’s whereabouts?” was my next question.
“Give me the apple and I’ll tell you everything,” it told me.
“Tell me first, and then you’ll get it,” I said.
“It’s my price for the information,” it said.
“How will I know you won’t run off as soon as you get it?” I asked suspiciously.
“I won’t,” it promised.
“Yeah, right,” I said. “You’ve got a meeting with my king, mister. Come on.”
Wrapping my arms tighter around the little creature, I walked back over to Simon and the king.
“Lemme go,” it grunted.
“Not a chance, buddy,” I answered.
“I’m not saying anything,” it insisted.
“That’s funny,” I said. “I think I just heard you say something, or are my ears going bad?”
The brownie just rolled its eyes.
“You’re gonna need a lot of apples for this one,” I told the king. “It says it’s not saying anything, but that probably proves it’s guilty.”
“I like the way your mind works, Lily,” the king said. “I’ll take over from here.”
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Several hours and quite a few apples later, the king and his advisors had eked all the information they could about the whereabouts of the Royal Ladies and Maldan’s stronghold. I knew Lheada had been involved with the persuasion, because she came out of the tent quite a while later. The first thing she did after looking at me was to wave her hand, and my hair had instantly braided itself into waist-length corn rows.
“You’re going to need it,” she explained. “It’s a lot easier to manage if it’s back like that. Dreadlocks are too much of a hassle. And by the way, the king wants you.”
It turned out that the king just wanted to tell me what had happened, and what had been decided.
As soon as possible, the search was going to leave. The party had been greatly reduced to a quarter of what was originally going to be sent out-it was now only me, Simon, Garrett, and Eohu.
In addition to this information, the king also gave me a map of the stronghold, a long, searching look, the news that I should probably keep the boys in line, because they were all rookies, and the advice that I should keep the flute with me at all times.
A few hours later, after getting a completely new but much sturdier outfit from the elves, including something that looked, felt, and worked like a bodice, but was actually armor, and some new boots, we were finally able to leave.
my decision
After a total of about two minutes deliberation, I have decided that I will not do the story blog.
Carry on with life.
YAY WRITING!
Carry on with life.
YAY WRITING!
Okay, so...
Well, I have been thinking that I rant a lot in this blog, even though half the reason I originally created it was for stories and stuff. So what I have been thinking is to make a new blog for the stories and stuff, and keep this one for ranting about life.
I am not sure whether I am actually going to do the new blog, but still.
It is still a possibility, is it not?
Will post again later.
I am not sure whether I am actually going to do the new blog, but still.
It is still a possibility, is it not?
Will post again later.
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
rants. again.
Right now I'm in my TA's room, because I've got nothing better to do, because Facebook is blocked because this is school, and that is what the teachers and people do, and I've already checked my email and everything. So here I am.
Anyway, I finally finished "of Mice and Men" last night. I hated the ending. Seriously. I did NOT want Lennie to die. Lennie was cool. Okay, he wasn't cool, but I wish George hadn't KILLED him. True, there was no other way for it to end, because you could just tell that they were going to get into something like that eventually, but STILL. I liked Lennie. One of my best friends is kind of like Lennie, except not super crazy strong. She's a crazy fast runner, though. She does cross country and she's every nutritionist's dream. Seriously. She swims and runs and she's the kind of person who will bring granola bars and a water bottle to the movies instead of buying popcorn and a soda, like I do. Except I don't buy the soda, because I hate having to pee halfway through. I usually end up splitting the popcorn with her, and our other friends, if we go with other friends (no, we are NOT dating. We are FRIENDS.), because the popcorn bins at the local theaters are freaking HUGE. For some reason, I always buy a large, even though I never finish it, even when three people are splitting it with me. I've only finished one about twice, but that was only because there were five of us and two bins of popcorn and it was a really boring movie, I thought. It was (500) Days of Summer. I didn't like it. There were a couple funny scenes, but I thought it was kind of boring.
And that's the most recent movie that I've seen in theaters.
Anyway, what else to say?
Um....
YAY LIFE!
I'm going to go now. I don't know what I'm going to do, but I'm going.
Anyway, I finally finished "of Mice and Men" last night. I hated the ending. Seriously. I did NOT want Lennie to die. Lennie was cool. Okay, he wasn't cool, but I wish George hadn't KILLED him. True, there was no other way for it to end, because you could just tell that they were going to get into something like that eventually, but STILL. I liked Lennie. One of my best friends is kind of like Lennie, except not super crazy strong. She's a crazy fast runner, though. She does cross country and she's every nutritionist's dream. Seriously. She swims and runs and she's the kind of person who will bring granola bars and a water bottle to the movies instead of buying popcorn and a soda, like I do. Except I don't buy the soda, because I hate having to pee halfway through. I usually end up splitting the popcorn with her, and our other friends, if we go with other friends (no, we are NOT dating. We are FRIENDS.), because the popcorn bins at the local theaters are freaking HUGE. For some reason, I always buy a large, even though I never finish it, even when three people are splitting it with me. I've only finished one about twice, but that was only because there were five of us and two bins of popcorn and it was a really boring movie, I thought. It was (500) Days of Summer. I didn't like it. There were a couple funny scenes, but I thought it was kind of boring.
And that's the most recent movie that I've seen in theaters.
Anyway, what else to say?
Um....
YAY LIFE!
I'm going to go now. I don't know what I'm going to do, but I'm going.
Monday, October 5, 2009
Not for the Life of Me-Thoroughly Modern Millie
MILLIE:
I studied all the pictures in magazines and books
I memorized the subway map too
It's one block north to Macy's and two to Brothers Brooks
Manhattan, I prepared for you
You certainly are diff'rent from what they have back home
Where nothing's over three stories high
And no one's in a hurry or wants to roam
But I do, though they wonder why
They said I would soon be good and lonely
They said I would sing the homesick blues
(taking a train ticket from her pocket)
So I always have this ticket in my pocket
A ticket home in my pocket
To do with as I choose
(tearing the ticket in two)
Burn the bridge, bet the store
Baby's coming home no more
Not for the life of me
Break the lock, post my bail
Done my time, I'm out of jail
Not for the life of me
A life that's gotta be more than a one-light town
Where the light is always red
Gotta be more than an old ghost town
Where the ghost ain't even dead
Clap-a-your hands, just-a-because
Don't you know that where I am ain't where I was
Not for the life of me
Boh-doh-dee-oh
Not for the life of
Not for the life of
Not for the life of me!
Well, it's the first song in the show. I guess I should start practicing, even though I'm probably not going to end up singing it, but whatever.
I wish my iTunes gift card hadn't run out.
I studied all the pictures in magazines and books
I memorized the subway map too
It's one block north to Macy's and two to Brothers Brooks
Manhattan, I prepared for you
You certainly are diff'rent from what they have back home
Where nothing's over three stories high
And no one's in a hurry or wants to roam
But I do, though they wonder why
They said I would soon be good and lonely
They said I would sing the homesick blues
(taking a train ticket from her pocket)
So I always have this ticket in my pocket
A ticket home in my pocket
To do with as I choose
(tearing the ticket in two)
Burn the bridge, bet the store
Baby's coming home no more
Not for the life of me
Break the lock, post my bail
Done my time, I'm out of jail
Not for the life of me
A life that's gotta be more than a one-light town
Where the light is always red
Gotta be more than an old ghost town
Where the ghost ain't even dead
Clap-a-your hands, just-a-because
Don't you know that where I am ain't where I was
Not for the life of me
Boh-doh-dee-oh
Not for the life of
Not for the life of
Not for the life of me!
Well, it's the first song in the show. I guess I should start practicing, even though I'm probably not going to end up singing it, but whatever.
I wish my iTunes gift card hadn't run out.
musicals
I know it's been a while since I last posted. I'm going to try to do better, I swear. Anyway, I found out what our school musical is going to be- Thoroughly Modern Millie. I've never seen it. I've heard of it, but I've never seen it. It seems good.
Apparently, it's about this girl (Millie, obviously) who moves to New York from Kansas and gets a job and then gets offered a job as a stenographer or something. She intends to marry her boss because of her boss' money, but then she falls in love with this cynical go-back-to-Kansas sort of guy instead. And she bobs her hair and starts dressing like a flapper, because she can, and it's the 20's. Anyway, as I've never seen the show, I don't know what part I want.I kind of want to go for Millie, but, really, what girl isn't secretly wishing she could be the female lead in any show?
Anyway, as I haven't seen it, I don't know what part I want. I REFUSE to be part of the chorus. Again. Especially if it's the slutty chorus, like the Jet Girls in West Side Story. I was one of them. I do NOT want to be a backup singer for the entirety of my high school drama career. That would be very un-fun. I know I'm not going to be the LEAD, but I don't want to be the one doing jazz hands in the background. Or just singing. In the background. Because that would REALLY suck.
I want to at least be in the show, though.
I don't know what would be worse-being in the background through all of my high school acting career, or not being able to be in the show at all for the rest of high school.
I guess it would be better to be in the show, but still. West Side Story was HARD. We seriously at school from four until about nine thirty almost every night for the month preceding the show. And by month I mean two weeks. Every. Single. Day. And some weekends.
And we sometimes didn't even get out until ten.
The show ended up being awesome, I think, but I also think that that opinion is partially based on the fact that I was deranged from lack of sleep.
Okay, not deranged. But still.
It was hard.
That's the one downside of being in school musicals, I've found.
Even though I've only been in one school musical, and that was West Side Story. I've been in other musicals and plays and stuff, but only one audition-in school musical. West Side Story. You gotta love and hate it.
Apparently, it's about this girl (Millie, obviously) who moves to New York from Kansas and gets a job and then gets offered a job as a stenographer or something. She intends to marry her boss because of her boss' money, but then she falls in love with this cynical go-back-to-Kansas sort of guy instead. And she bobs her hair and starts dressing like a flapper, because she can, and it's the 20's. Anyway, as I've never seen the show, I don't know what part I want.I kind of want to go for Millie, but, really, what girl isn't secretly wishing she could be the female lead in any show?
Anyway, as I haven't seen it, I don't know what part I want. I REFUSE to be part of the chorus. Again. Especially if it's the slutty chorus, like the Jet Girls in West Side Story. I was one of them. I do NOT want to be a backup singer for the entirety of my high school drama career. That would be very un-fun. I know I'm not going to be the LEAD, but I don't want to be the one doing jazz hands in the background. Or just singing. In the background. Because that would REALLY suck.
I want to at least be in the show, though.
I don't know what would be worse-being in the background through all of my high school acting career, or not being able to be in the show at all for the rest of high school.
I guess it would be better to be in the show, but still. West Side Story was HARD. We seriously at school from four until about nine thirty almost every night for the month preceding the show. And by month I mean two weeks. Every. Single. Day. And some weekends.
And we sometimes didn't even get out until ten.
The show ended up being awesome, I think, but I also think that that opinion is partially based on the fact that I was deranged from lack of sleep.
Okay, not deranged. But still.
It was hard.
That's the one downside of being in school musicals, I've found.
Even though I've only been in one school musical, and that was West Side Story. I've been in other musicals and plays and stuff, but only one audition-in school musical. West Side Story. You gotta love and hate it.
Thursday, October 1, 2009
YAY FOR BLOWING STUFF UP!!
Well, I'm really bored right now. I probably should be studying my sonnet, but I don't really want to. So I'm not going to. It's only, like, the last three lines that are really annoying, anyway. Anyway, I'm sort of enjoying school right now, even though math is annoying and I have to wake up early for chemistry and sometimes the workload in every class is annoyingly epic, things are going all right. Especially this morning in chemistry. The teacher stuck a little hunk of lithium in a bowl of water, and it sort of fizzed a bit. But then he stuck a bigger hunk of sodium into a different bowl of water, and then after about fifteen seconds it exploded. Seriously. It sounded like a balloon was popping or something. It was SO AWESOME!! So, so far, the most important thing I've learned in chemistry is alkaline metals explode in water. Most of them, anyway. Except for lithium and hydrogen.
So, basically, a month into chemistry and we have already had our first explosion. That's really why I took chemistry in the first place. So I could blow stuff up. And other stuff, too. But mostly because it's chemistry and we get to blow stuff up. And blowing stuff up, that's pretty cool.
So that's my story.
The end.
So, basically, a month into chemistry and we have already had our first explosion. That's really why I took chemistry in the first place. So I could blow stuff up. And other stuff, too. But mostly because it's chemistry and we get to blow stuff up. And blowing stuff up, that's pretty cool.
So that's my story.
The end.
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