Well I'm back.
And I'm supposed to be doing my Race and Culture project for English.
So I'm going to come back here every so often to report what I've found.
Kind of.
Anyway, back to the old research.
By the way, I've decided I'm not coming back for another two hours, because that was the alloted time for working for today.
later.
Saturday, February 21, 2009
Friday, February 20, 2009
knitting, cookies, and Jane Austin
yes, I am a knitter. I finally finished what everyone thinks is a scarf, and what I keep telling everyone is part of a blanket. But whatever. It's still gonna be FREAKING AWESOME!!!! It's going to be kind of like a stash blanket worked in strips. I just finished the fifteen-stitch-wide part, and now I'm moving on to the twenty. I still have some yarn left over from the fifteen stitch part, so I'm going to start the twenty stitch part with that color and then tie on the next color when the first one runs out. When I'm done with the twenty stitch part, which everyone will probably think is also a scarf, I'm probably going to have a lot of yarn left over, since I have a considerable amount from the fifteen stitch, so I'm going to do the twenty five with the second color. I know it sounds confusing. It makes sense in my head. There's only going to be six balls of yarn used, but two of them are really big, so I'm going to use them for the wider parts (the ones with forty and forty five stitches). If I have enough yarn for that. Which I probably will. Because of the work-to-the-last thing. But oh well. If I run out, I'm going to use my color scraps ball. It's the ball I have for balls of yarn that are really tiny and are the kinds of yarn that have different colors in them. Okay, most of the balls aren't really tiny, but they defiantly not as big as when I got them.
Anyway, iiiiit's GIRL SCOUT COOKIE SEASON! Rather, it's that time of year when I've sent around the order form and now I have to go to the trouble of giving the actual boxes out. Which is really annoying because I have to carry them around in plastic bags that split every two seconds if you put more than two boxes in them. The only really sturdy ones are the bags that the newspaper comes in, but they're really skinny and they're susceptible to splitting anyway if you put the wider boxes in them. And you can't fit more than like two or three, because of the bags being so small and thin. Those plastic bags you get in the grocery stores are preferable in this case, but they're really bad for the environment.
Well, night before last my parents and I finished watching the BBC dramatization of Pride and Prejudice. It was defiantly different than the Keira Knigtley one, but one isn't better than the other. The Keira Knightley one has better acting, better sets, and I don't care that my mom says it doesn't look like the REAL outdoors when they're filming outside, but I like it. But the BBC one is a lot more true to the book and the costumes are probably closer to what the characters might have actually worn. But on the other hand, it's around five hours long, because they put every last detail of dialogue into the movie.
Now we're watching Emma, which I haven't read. So far, I REALLY don't like it. Emma is a really annoying person. She's dead spoiled and set up a match for her governess and then she's setting up a match for her friend Hannah. But the thing is, Hannah just isn't into the guy that Emma is setting her up with, because near the end Hannah goes over to Emma and says that she got this proposal letter from this dude that she likes. So far, Emma is a real jerk.
This feels really weird because I have a friend called Emma, and she's not spoiled or anything. And I don't think she'd ever tell someone to ditch the person they like because she was trying to set them up with someone else. But oh well.
I have to go now. Just because I feel like it.
Anyway, iiiiit's GIRL SCOUT COOKIE SEASON! Rather, it's that time of year when I've sent around the order form and now I have to go to the trouble of giving the actual boxes out. Which is really annoying because I have to carry them around in plastic bags that split every two seconds if you put more than two boxes in them. The only really sturdy ones are the bags that the newspaper comes in, but they're really skinny and they're susceptible to splitting anyway if you put the wider boxes in them. And you can't fit more than like two or three, because of the bags being so small and thin. Those plastic bags you get in the grocery stores are preferable in this case, but they're really bad for the environment.
Well, night before last my parents and I finished watching the BBC dramatization of Pride and Prejudice. It was defiantly different than the Keira Knigtley one, but one isn't better than the other. The Keira Knightley one has better acting, better sets, and I don't care that my mom says it doesn't look like the REAL outdoors when they're filming outside, but I like it. But the BBC one is a lot more true to the book and the costumes are probably closer to what the characters might have actually worn. But on the other hand, it's around five hours long, because they put every last detail of dialogue into the movie.
Now we're watching Emma, which I haven't read. So far, I REALLY don't like it. Emma is a really annoying person. She's dead spoiled and set up a match for her governess and then she's setting up a match for her friend Hannah. But the thing is, Hannah just isn't into the guy that Emma is setting her up with, because near the end Hannah goes over to Emma and says that she got this proposal letter from this dude that she likes. So far, Emma is a real jerk.
This feels really weird because I have a friend called Emma, and she's not spoiled or anything. And I don't think she'd ever tell someone to ditch the person they like because she was trying to set them up with someone else. But oh well.
I have to go now. Just because I feel like it.
Sunday, February 15, 2009
It's official. my parents hate my guts.
So here I am. I have no life. I'm sitting on my bed, in my pajamas, with my mom's laptop, with my first finished banket (It's not so much a blanket as a really wonkily proportioned scarf), and I'm really ticked off because the stupid DVD player on the computer won't work, and dad's hogging the tv. I mean, seriously, I could have been mostly done with the movie by now, but noooooo dad just HAS to watch the freaking NBA All Star Game, and so instead of being mostly through a 90 minute movie by now, I am sitting here blogging because the DVD keeps skipping on here. I mean, yeah, my dad's going to give up the TV in five minutes. But still. In five minutes it will be five till 11, and in five minutes, instead of being at around 60 minutes into a movie, I'd have to start all over again where I left off, which is no fun at all. I mean, even though I'v practically memorized the movie, he completely ruined my impulse to watch it.
We had some friends from church over tonight, and so after watching Mamma Mia and all of the DVD extras, we started watching Ella Enchanted. Then they all had to leave, and I was about to finish watching Ella Enchanted, because even though we had only gotten aout half an hour in and I have it practically memorized I really wanted to finish it because I haven't seen it in years, but then dad just HAD to watch the game. Why are sports so important to men? I mean, yes, they are fun to watch on 8occasion, but why are men so addicted to watching it? I mean, at least girls tend to have some variation in what they watch.
Now dad has really gotten me into an anti-movie-watching mood. It's all his fault, too. Because HE was the one who wanted to watch the playoffs or allstar game or whatever the heck it is. I would have said a worse word, too, if I didn't know that my mom would one day read this. Man, why am I so restricted all the time? It's not fun. I hate it. I mean, generally, when you're really pissed, you want to yell and scream and cuss your rotten butt off, but noooooo your mom or whoever monitors you just has to monitor everything else too.
Why do they do that, anyway? I mean, what's the big deal about cussing? Seriously, it's not like someone is going to die because I yelled out a swear word. Nobody's going to get injured if someone is really freaked out and is cussing their head off. I mean, the only way someone is actually going to get hurt while cussing is if they're cussing their head off and using all their breath to cuss instead of using their breath to run away from their crazy stalker murderer person who has cornered them in a dark alley and has a gun pointed at their back and is about to pull the trigger on them.
And now I am REALLY in an anti-movie mood. I mean, I was perfectly happy to watch a movie half an hour ago. Half an hour ago I would have finished at a time that would have been okay. Alright, 11:30 isn't the greatest, but tomorrow's a holiday. But still. Why do adults have to come along at the very moment you actually start having the slightest bit of fun?
I mean, the plot was just getting going where I was in the movie.I know I'm being stupid and conceited and whatnot.
I know that dad really wanted to watch the all star game.
I know I can't have everything.
I know that life isn't fair.
But still, isn't it easier for life to try being nice?
I hate being the age I am.
Because your parents have only just started getting on your back about stuff.
And soon enough they're going to be getting even more on my back, whether I have a boyfriend or not.
My dad hates me. It's official.
Okay, he doesn't hate me.
But it ruddy well feels like it.
GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!
Why can't I have my annoyed teenager rants without feeling bad about it two seconds later? Why did God give me such an annoyingly attentive conscience? And why did God give me parents that restrict me so freaking much??????????
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!
We had some friends from church over tonight, and so after watching Mamma Mia and all of the DVD extras, we started watching Ella Enchanted. Then they all had to leave, and I was about to finish watching Ella Enchanted, because even though we had only gotten aout half an hour in and I have it practically memorized I really wanted to finish it because I haven't seen it in years, but then dad just HAD to watch the game. Why are sports so important to men? I mean, yes, they are fun to watch on 8occasion, but why are men so addicted to watching it? I mean, at least girls tend to have some variation in what they watch.
Now dad has really gotten me into an anti-movie-watching mood. It's all his fault, too. Because HE was the one who wanted to watch the playoffs or allstar game or whatever the heck it is. I would have said a worse word, too, if I didn't know that my mom would one day read this. Man, why am I so restricted all the time? It's not fun. I hate it. I mean, generally, when you're really pissed, you want to yell and scream and cuss your rotten butt off, but noooooo your mom or whoever monitors you just has to monitor everything else too.
Why do they do that, anyway? I mean, what's the big deal about cussing? Seriously, it's not like someone is going to die because I yelled out a swear word. Nobody's going to get injured if someone is really freaked out and is cussing their head off. I mean, the only way someone is actually going to get hurt while cussing is if they're cussing their head off and using all their breath to cuss instead of using their breath to run away from their crazy stalker murderer person who has cornered them in a dark alley and has a gun pointed at their back and is about to pull the trigger on them.
And now I am REALLY in an anti-movie mood. I mean, I was perfectly happy to watch a movie half an hour ago. Half an hour ago I would have finished at a time that would have been okay. Alright, 11:30 isn't the greatest, but tomorrow's a holiday. But still. Why do adults have to come along at the very moment you actually start having the slightest bit of fun?
I mean, the plot was just getting going where I was in the movie.I know I'm being stupid and conceited and whatnot.
I know that dad really wanted to watch the all star game.
I know I can't have everything.
I know that life isn't fair.
But still, isn't it easier for life to try being nice?
I hate being the age I am.
Because your parents have only just started getting on your back about stuff.
And soon enough they're going to be getting even more on my back, whether I have a boyfriend or not.
My dad hates me. It's official.
Okay, he doesn't hate me.
But it ruddy well feels like it.
GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!
Why can't I have my annoyed teenager rants without feeling bad about it two seconds later? Why did God give me such an annoyingly attentive conscience? And why did God give me parents that restrict me so freaking much??????????
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!
Saturday, February 14, 2009
Enchanted songs and Spanish valentines
So I'm listening to Enchanted songs right now. You know, the one where the cartoon princess gets pitched into the real world's New York. I LOVE that movie. Well, I technically love lots of movies. OOOOOH "how does she know" just came on. That's probably one of my favorite songs in the ENTIRE movie. how do I knoooooooooooooow he loves me how do I knooooooooooooooooooow he's miine? Sorry I couldn't resist doing that.
Yeah, in Spanish on Thursday we did valentines. Written in spanish. Obviously. But what's really awesome is in spanish-speaking countries, today isn't "la dia del santo valentino," today is "la dia del amisad." I like that one better. It means "the day of friendship." I don't really like people creating a day specifically for people flaunting how they have a date and other people don't. I mean, in the end, people are probably going to have more friends in their life than boyfriend/girlfriends. But still. On the other hand, there's those little candy hearts, which I absolutely am in love with. Seriously, I'd be okay with the a day for people flaunting their relationships if one of those candy hearts was a person and we were going out. Seriously I love those things.
Last night I saw the Pink Panther Two with my friend. It was absolutely hilarious. Almost funnier than the first one, I'm serious. And the first one was pretty flipping funny. My favorite line (one of them anyway) was one of Steve Martin's-"I shall now bring you up to speed. We know nothing. You are now up to speed." It was really funny. The accusation was also really funny. No, I'm NOT telling you who did it. Go see the movie for yourself. But it WAS funny. Because it was like, "the dude has a completely whack theory that might actually work," and then all the brilliant people were "joking" around with the accusation, figuring out theories and whatnot (because that's what smart people do. As I am not one of them, I can't entirely say I get the meaning of this excersise), and then the love interest says to the accused, "open your bag," and one of the brilliants is like, "dude, it was a GAME!" and then she's like, "yeah, but to complete the GAME, open your bag,you." and then the accused opens the bag and pulls out a gun and then the epic chase happens. And since it's a Steve Martin movie, the chase has him falling out of a balcony at least once. This time he grabs onto a fire hose. It was really funny.
Afterwards, me and my friend saw our other friend with a guy from my school. But it was okay, because he seems like a pretty nice guy. But it was just kind of akward, because it was like, "oh hey amigo! Woah, hey, dude from school!"
But then we all moved along with our buisness. And it was okay. Soooooooo yeah.
What now?
I have no idea.
I'm going to stop now.
Wait, no I'm not.
Because I'm bored.
And I have nothing else to do.
So I'm going to stay.
OR AM I?
I don't know.
What do you think?
I think I should stay.
I don't know what to do. I'm bored.
Oh yeah, I went to the library today. I finally found the book I've been meaning to read since forever ago, and as I was going to check out, I learned that I left my wallet-and my library card-at home by accident.
What fun!
I don't know what to say now.
But I did get it on hold online.
And when I was walking home, I learned that my neighbor got a hampster. She's really young, so she was all psyched. I whish I had a hampster. No, scratch that. I wish I had a PET.
When I move out, I'm going to get a dog.
And a cat.
And a rabbit.
And a guinea pig.
And a hampster.
And a mouse.
And a rat.
And a parrot.
And then I'll carry it around on my shoulder and pretend I'm a pirate! It'll be completely amazing!
And I'll get a lot of other animals.
And it will be amazing.
Because I'll have lots of pets and I won't be lonely.
Like I am a lot.
Because I have friends but friends aren't the same as pets.
Pets are your friends but you can still boss them around.
You can't do that with friends.
Yeah, in Spanish on Thursday we did valentines. Written in spanish. Obviously. But what's really awesome is in spanish-speaking countries, today isn't "la dia del santo valentino," today is "la dia del amisad." I like that one better. It means "the day of friendship." I don't really like people creating a day specifically for people flaunting how they have a date and other people don't. I mean, in the end, people are probably going to have more friends in their life than boyfriend/girlfriends. But still. On the other hand, there's those little candy hearts, which I absolutely am in love with. Seriously, I'd be okay with the a day for people flaunting their relationships if one of those candy hearts was a person and we were going out. Seriously I love those things.
Last night I saw the Pink Panther Two with my friend. It was absolutely hilarious. Almost funnier than the first one, I'm serious. And the first one was pretty flipping funny. My favorite line (one of them anyway) was one of Steve Martin's-"I shall now bring you up to speed. We know nothing. You are now up to speed." It was really funny. The accusation was also really funny. No, I'm NOT telling you who did it. Go see the movie for yourself. But it WAS funny. Because it was like, "the dude has a completely whack theory that might actually work," and then all the brilliant people were "joking" around with the accusation, figuring out theories and whatnot (because that's what smart people do. As I am not one of them, I can't entirely say I get the meaning of this excersise), and then the love interest says to the accused, "open your bag," and one of the brilliants is like, "dude, it was a GAME!" and then she's like, "yeah, but to complete the GAME, open your bag,you." and then the accused opens the bag and pulls out a gun and then the epic chase happens. And since it's a Steve Martin movie, the chase has him falling out of a balcony at least once. This time he grabs onto a fire hose. It was really funny.
Afterwards, me and my friend saw our other friend with a guy from my school. But it was okay, because he seems like a pretty nice guy. But it was just kind of akward, because it was like, "oh hey amigo! Woah, hey, dude from school!"
But then we all moved along with our buisness. And it was okay. Soooooooo yeah.
What now?
I have no idea.
I'm going to stop now.
Wait, no I'm not.
Because I'm bored.
And I have nothing else to do.
So I'm going to stay.
OR AM I?
I don't know.
What do you think?
I think I should stay.
I don't know what to do. I'm bored.
Oh yeah, I went to the library today. I finally found the book I've been meaning to read since forever ago, and as I was going to check out, I learned that I left my wallet-and my library card-at home by accident.
What fun!
I don't know what to say now.
But I did get it on hold online.
And when I was walking home, I learned that my neighbor got a hampster. She's really young, so she was all psyched. I whish I had a hampster. No, scratch that. I wish I had a PET.
When I move out, I'm going to get a dog.
And a cat.
And a rabbit.
And a guinea pig.
And a hampster.
And a mouse.
And a rat.
And a parrot.
And then I'll carry it around on my shoulder and pretend I'm a pirate! It'll be completely amazing!
And I'll get a lot of other animals.
And it will be amazing.
Because I'll have lots of pets and I won't be lonely.
Like I am a lot.
Because I have friends but friends aren't the same as pets.
Pets are your friends but you can still boss them around.
You can't do that with friends.
Friday, February 13, 2009
blame someone else day
By the way, I forgot to say earlier-today's blame someone else day! Because it's the first friday the thirteenth of the year!
It's not my fault.
It's not my fault.
i really need to find relevant titles
I know, I can't think of good titles. I fail. But on the other hand, I'm not that good at thinking things up in the first place except when I'm in one of those moods where you have a gazillion ideas all at once. But whatever.
What to talk about now? I have no idea. Umm.............
I'm going to audition today. I forgot yesterday. And I was hungry because I got locked out of the room where my lunch was. And by the time I remembered that I wanted to audition yesterday, there was ten minutes left in lunch and four people still in line. So I'm going to go today during lunch, if my teacher will let us out at a decent time, and then eat lunch at the end of the day. I have to remember, though, not to spend the one dollar I have on some sort of snack. The one dollar is the majority of my bus fare for this afternoon. I'm going to the movies with a friend, and we decided that we wanted to use public transport. What I don't get, though, is why we're getting the bus almost two hours before the movie starts. I mean, I know we have to eat and get tickets, but still. I guess first we should go to the food court so we can get decent spots in line before rush hour and I can find a decent vegetarian restaurant.
Actually, I'm not entirely sure our mall HAS a vegetarian friendly restaurant. Except for that Japanese place, but they take forever to cook their food. Last year I would have gone to some normal fast food restaurant (not mcdonalds, though. I HATE mcdonalds. Especially after seeing Super Size Me in health class. But still I haven't had it in years. It's gross), but there aren't any fast food joints that have vegetarian main meals. This stinks. Oh, well. We'll see what they have when we get there.
Seriously, though, fast food is gross. I mean, I might actually go to the Japanese place because they actually COOK their food (like you can see them at it) and not just get a load of burgers from a fast food mothership or something. Of all the fast food places (like McDonald's or something), Chick-Fil-A was probably the best. I mean, yes, they probably aren't the greatest, but still, it's hard to beat McDonald's in the gross department. Yesterday we saw this clip in health-it was like an extra on the "educational version" of Super Size Me-and he put a burger from a normal restaurant in a jar, some fries from a normal restaurant in another jar, some fries from McDonald's in another jar, and several different kinds of McDonald's burgers in different jars. The normal burger and fries had started rotting after a week or two, like any normal food would. It took the McDonald's burgers a couple more weeks to start rotting, but they did get mold, which is okay-er than the fries, but worse than the ones that didn't come from a fast food joint. But the McDonald's fries, even after ten weeks, showed absolutely no change whatsoever. That's really gross. I'm never eating at McDonald's again. Especially after seeing Super Size Me. But that's really easy to do. My entire family hates McDonald's. Seriously, I haven't eaten there since I was about ten. Now I have good reason to.
But that still doesn't solve the problem of where I'm going to eat tonight. I mean, I could just save my lunch and eat it there but I don't really want to. I think I'll just go to the Japanese place, unless I find somewhere better. I went to the mall a couple times last summer, but that was before I was vegetarian so my options are limited now.
What to do what to do?
I'm really bored.
How about you?
Hey it rhymes!
Oh poo I have English next.
On the other hand, I only have four classes today where I actually have to learn something. Usually it's three, but of course we had to go into health, so it's four now. I don't like learning stuff like grammar. Grammar bugs me. I mean, I guess it could be useful. But that still doesn't make it fun. Especially the way my teacher does it. Especially because she expects us to write around twenty essays a quarter. Okay, that's my exaggeration going into effect again, but still, it feels like it. Well, this quarter, it's more like fifteen, but still. Writing essays isn't fun. It should be banned from public schools unless it is for recreational purposes.
I'm going to shut up now.
What to talk about now? I have no idea. Umm.............
I'm going to audition today. I forgot yesterday. And I was hungry because I got locked out of the room where my lunch was. And by the time I remembered that I wanted to audition yesterday, there was ten minutes left in lunch and four people still in line. So I'm going to go today during lunch, if my teacher will let us out at a decent time, and then eat lunch at the end of the day. I have to remember, though, not to spend the one dollar I have on some sort of snack. The one dollar is the majority of my bus fare for this afternoon. I'm going to the movies with a friend, and we decided that we wanted to use public transport. What I don't get, though, is why we're getting the bus almost two hours before the movie starts. I mean, I know we have to eat and get tickets, but still. I guess first we should go to the food court so we can get decent spots in line before rush hour and I can find a decent vegetarian restaurant.
Actually, I'm not entirely sure our mall HAS a vegetarian friendly restaurant. Except for that Japanese place, but they take forever to cook their food. Last year I would have gone to some normal fast food restaurant (not mcdonalds, though. I HATE mcdonalds. Especially after seeing Super Size Me in health class. But still I haven't had it in years. It's gross), but there aren't any fast food joints that have vegetarian main meals. This stinks. Oh, well. We'll see what they have when we get there.
Seriously, though, fast food is gross. I mean, I might actually go to the Japanese place because they actually COOK their food (like you can see them at it) and not just get a load of burgers from a fast food mothership or something. Of all the fast food places (like McDonald's or something), Chick-Fil-A was probably the best. I mean, yes, they probably aren't the greatest, but still, it's hard to beat McDonald's in the gross department. Yesterday we saw this clip in health-it was like an extra on the "educational version" of Super Size Me-and he put a burger from a normal restaurant in a jar, some fries from a normal restaurant in another jar, some fries from McDonald's in another jar, and several different kinds of McDonald's burgers in different jars. The normal burger and fries had started rotting after a week or two, like any normal food would. It took the McDonald's burgers a couple more weeks to start rotting, but they did get mold, which is okay-er than the fries, but worse than the ones that didn't come from a fast food joint. But the McDonald's fries, even after ten weeks, showed absolutely no change whatsoever. That's really gross. I'm never eating at McDonald's again. Especially after seeing Super Size Me. But that's really easy to do. My entire family hates McDonald's. Seriously, I haven't eaten there since I was about ten. Now I have good reason to.
But that still doesn't solve the problem of where I'm going to eat tonight. I mean, I could just save my lunch and eat it there but I don't really want to. I think I'll just go to the Japanese place, unless I find somewhere better. I went to the mall a couple times last summer, but that was before I was vegetarian so my options are limited now.
What to do what to do?
I'm really bored.
How about you?
Hey it rhymes!
Oh poo I have English next.
On the other hand, I only have four classes today where I actually have to learn something. Usually it's three, but of course we had to go into health, so it's four now. I don't like learning stuff like grammar. Grammar bugs me. I mean, I guess it could be useful. But that still doesn't make it fun. Especially the way my teacher does it. Especially because she expects us to write around twenty essays a quarter. Okay, that's my exaggeration going into effect again, but still, it feels like it. Well, this quarter, it's more like fifteen, but still. Writing essays isn't fun. It should be banned from public schools unless it is for recreational purposes.
I'm going to shut up now.
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
i am BACK!
Yes! Amazing but true! No matter how hard I try (but I wasn't really trying), I CANNOT stop blogging! AAAAH!! Okay it's not that big of a deal. But whatever.
But, here I am, once again (i'm torn into peices, can't deny it can't pretend just thought you were the one....sorry, Kelly Clarkson moment...crud...now I have "behind these hazel eyes" stuck in my head...), blogging my fingers off.
But what shall I rant about now? Has the amazing ranter, who rants oh so much, finally run out of ideas? I don't know. What do you think?
Oh! I have an idea! I stop blogging and go onto some other website! That's a good idea! Or, since I love typing so much, I could type up the rest of my story and send it to my former English teacher...I don't know. What to do, what to do?
But I don't want to stop blogging. I don't want to stop typing. Even though I'm not in a creative writer mode, I still feel like writing something. But what to write? The world is so confusing. There. I wrote something. And look! I did it again! I'm a nerd. I admit it.
Nerds! Star Wars! Yay star wars!
I LOVE star wars. Especially the originals. Especially episode six. Who doesn't love little combative teddy bears? Okay, euwoks. But whatever. But I realized, when watching Episode Six, in the scene when Leia had her hair down, I realized that, yes, I know that she has extentions, but MY hair, which has never had ANY extentions, was only around two inches shorter. But then I hacked off ten inches and gave it to Locks of Love. Now my hair is shorter and will take me another four years to grow it back out again. No, scratch that, make that six. Because I cut my hair to around this length in elementary school. No, it was shorter, and by the next year it was this length. GAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'm confusing myself. But point is, it will be many numbers of years before I will be able to even think about doing any sort of Princess Leia hair again.
But, retreating back to Star Wars, from rants about hair..................
Well, I still haven't seen all of them. I haven't got the guts to watch Episode Three yet. I'm such a whimp. I should have done it when I was in that rebel sort of phase. Because then I was like "SWEET!" to like everything, even things like people's heads getting chopped off. Okay, maybe not people's heads getting chopped off. But I was better than everyone else-I was willing to handle live worms straight from the mud when like no one else was willing. I mean, come on, they're not that bad. They won't kill you. They won't even hurt you. They're probably more scared of you than you are of them. Why is it so hard for double X cromosomes to understand that half the things they're freaked out about won't hurt them? True, some can, but still. Snakes usually are more scared of you than you are of them. But still, that doesn't mean that the venomous ones can't bite you.
But still, why freak out about WORMS??? They're good for the dirt. They're good for the environment. They can't hurt you, and for all you know the one you might have picked up was the best looking worm for miles. I don't know whether worms even mate, but point is, worms won't hurt you. More like they can't hurt you. I don't get why most girls don't realize that and freak out at the sight of them, while I "bravely" pluck them from the mud, hold salamanders in my bare hands, and rock hop in streams without screaming about how the water will mess up my fancy designer clothes. I don't wear designer clothes anyhow. Then again, I can barely remember when I got most of my clothes. I mean, come on, if you're going on a school feild trip to a place where you're going to get dirty, then you shouldn't wear designer stuff. It's way too expendsive and way too impractical anyway.
Okay, this is like an epic demonstration of how completely random I am. I started with Kelly Clarkson and ended up talking about worms, salamanders, stream hopping, and designer clothes with Star Wars and Euwoks stuck in the middle. If that doesn't demonstrate my randomness, what does?
But, here I am, once again (i'm torn into peices, can't deny it can't pretend just thought you were the one....sorry, Kelly Clarkson moment...crud...now I have "behind these hazel eyes" stuck in my head...), blogging my fingers off.
But what shall I rant about now? Has the amazing ranter, who rants oh so much, finally run out of ideas? I don't know. What do you think?
Oh! I have an idea! I stop blogging and go onto some other website! That's a good idea! Or, since I love typing so much, I could type up the rest of my story and send it to my former English teacher...I don't know. What to do, what to do?
But I don't want to stop blogging. I don't want to stop typing. Even though I'm not in a creative writer mode, I still feel like writing something. But what to write? The world is so confusing. There. I wrote something. And look! I did it again! I'm a nerd. I admit it.
Nerds! Star Wars! Yay star wars!
I LOVE star wars. Especially the originals. Especially episode six. Who doesn't love little combative teddy bears? Okay, euwoks. But whatever. But I realized, when watching Episode Six, in the scene when Leia had her hair down, I realized that, yes, I know that she has extentions, but MY hair, which has never had ANY extentions, was only around two inches shorter. But then I hacked off ten inches and gave it to Locks of Love. Now my hair is shorter and will take me another four years to grow it back out again. No, scratch that, make that six. Because I cut my hair to around this length in elementary school. No, it was shorter, and by the next year it was this length. GAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'm confusing myself. But point is, it will be many numbers of years before I will be able to even think about doing any sort of Princess Leia hair again.
But, retreating back to Star Wars, from rants about hair..................
Well, I still haven't seen all of them. I haven't got the guts to watch Episode Three yet. I'm such a whimp. I should have done it when I was in that rebel sort of phase. Because then I was like "SWEET!" to like everything, even things like people's heads getting chopped off. Okay, maybe not people's heads getting chopped off. But I was better than everyone else-I was willing to handle live worms straight from the mud when like no one else was willing. I mean, come on, they're not that bad. They won't kill you. They won't even hurt you. They're probably more scared of you than you are of them. Why is it so hard for double X cromosomes to understand that half the things they're freaked out about won't hurt them? True, some can, but still. Snakes usually are more scared of you than you are of them. But still, that doesn't mean that the venomous ones can't bite you.
But still, why freak out about WORMS??? They're good for the dirt. They're good for the environment. They can't hurt you, and for all you know the one you might have picked up was the best looking worm for miles. I don't know whether worms even mate, but point is, worms won't hurt you. More like they can't hurt you. I don't get why most girls don't realize that and freak out at the sight of them, while I "bravely" pluck them from the mud, hold salamanders in my bare hands, and rock hop in streams without screaming about how the water will mess up my fancy designer clothes. I don't wear designer clothes anyhow. Then again, I can barely remember when I got most of my clothes. I mean, come on, if you're going on a school feild trip to a place where you're going to get dirty, then you shouldn't wear designer stuff. It's way too expendsive and way too impractical anyway.
Okay, this is like an epic demonstration of how completely random I am. I started with Kelly Clarkson and ended up talking about worms, salamanders, stream hopping, and designer clothes with Star Wars and Euwoks stuck in the middle. If that doesn't demonstrate my randomness, what does?
Pride, Prejudice, and Abba
well, I'm back. You just can't get rid of me, can you? I'm here to STAY!!! Not really, though. Just till next week. Just kidding.
What I really don't get, though, is how people can think that Wuthering Heights is the greatest love story ever. True, there's love, hate, love, crazy people, and marrying other people in Wuthering Heights. But what about the falling in love, moms with epic amounts of fail, thinking you're in love, finding out the dude's a jerk, having a seemingly annoying dude like you, falling in love with the seemingly annoying guy, having your sister marry the jerk, and having your OTHER sister marry the guy of her dreams not qualify as a pretty decent love story? (that was pride and prejudice in a nutshell by the way. Except I left out the part about your idiot of a cousin proposing to you. But that's what they did in those days.) True, Pride and Prejudice might be a bit (okay, a LOT) more confusing, but I wouldn't know. I haven't read Wuthering Heights, so I wouldn't know which was more confusing. I admit that Pride and Prejudice, when I did read it for an English project, confused me to death over winter break, until I saw the Keira Knightly movie (I love it. And I have no reason to think otherwise because I have not had the time, energy, or thought process when the two were together to go out and see the Colin Firth version.), because I honestly think that images with words are easier to process than epic amounts of words that are written in a style that you can't understand with words that you don't know the definition to. That's annoying.
But, of course, the Keira Knightly movie does have some downfalls. Like they left out some bits. Like.....I can't remember any. Because I didn't fully comprehend the details of the plot. Oh! I remember now! Mr. Bingly had two sisters! And in the movie there was only one! But that was probably because the older sister was already married so she couldn't have some epic betrayal because that wasn't morally right in those days. But, seriously, to be quite honest, near the end I just went to the library and got the Cliffnotes for Pride and Prejudice. But my friend has the Colin Firth version, which apparently has everything in the book and then some that wasn't. But I wouldn't know. I've already forgotten half of it.
Seriously, the only time I remember having fun when reading Pride and Prejudice was when I wasn't technically reading it-I was singing the words along with the Mamma Mia movie soundrack and the Broadway Lion King soundtrack. Granted, I don't really remember anything that happened during the time I was singing it, but still. Even though it took way too long to sing, I still couldn't understand half of it, and later on I could barely remember what happened, the point is, singing songs with completely different words is fun and hilarious. Especially when you're singing how someone is such an idiot that you can't stand it to the tune of Dancing Queen or Hakuna Matata. Because seriously, who doesn't love Abba or the Lion King? I mean really, people. They're something you can't exactly go your whole life without hearing without being seriously deprived of things that are quite awesome.
I really love parodies. That's why I asked if I could write a parody to an Abba song (go figure!) for my project. I was seriously considering just taking an excerpt from the book and making the words line up with the song, like I loved to do, but noooooo I had to actually rewrite an ENTIRE SONG!!!! actually it wasn't that hard, but still.
What I really don't get, though, is how people can think that Wuthering Heights is the greatest love story ever. True, there's love, hate, love, crazy people, and marrying other people in Wuthering Heights. But what about the falling in love, moms with epic amounts of fail, thinking you're in love, finding out the dude's a jerk, having a seemingly annoying dude like you, falling in love with the seemingly annoying guy, having your sister marry the jerk, and having your OTHER sister marry the guy of her dreams not qualify as a pretty decent love story? (that was pride and prejudice in a nutshell by the way. Except I left out the part about your idiot of a cousin proposing to you. But that's what they did in those days.) True, Pride and Prejudice might be a bit (okay, a LOT) more confusing, but I wouldn't know. I haven't read Wuthering Heights, so I wouldn't know which was more confusing. I admit that Pride and Prejudice, when I did read it for an English project, confused me to death over winter break, until I saw the Keira Knightly movie (I love it. And I have no reason to think otherwise because I have not had the time, energy, or thought process when the two were together to go out and see the Colin Firth version.), because I honestly think that images with words are easier to process than epic amounts of words that are written in a style that you can't understand with words that you don't know the definition to. That's annoying.
But, of course, the Keira Knightly movie does have some downfalls. Like they left out some bits. Like.....I can't remember any. Because I didn't fully comprehend the details of the plot. Oh! I remember now! Mr. Bingly had two sisters! And in the movie there was only one! But that was probably because the older sister was already married so she couldn't have some epic betrayal because that wasn't morally right in those days. But, seriously, to be quite honest, near the end I just went to the library and got the Cliffnotes for Pride and Prejudice. But my friend has the Colin Firth version, which apparently has everything in the book and then some that wasn't. But I wouldn't know. I've already forgotten half of it.
Seriously, the only time I remember having fun when reading Pride and Prejudice was when I wasn't technically reading it-I was singing the words along with the Mamma Mia movie soundrack and the Broadway Lion King soundtrack. Granted, I don't really remember anything that happened during the time I was singing it, but still. Even though it took way too long to sing, I still couldn't understand half of it, and later on I could barely remember what happened, the point is, singing songs with completely different words is fun and hilarious. Especially when you're singing how someone is such an idiot that you can't stand it to the tune of Dancing Queen or Hakuna Matata. Because seriously, who doesn't love Abba or the Lion King? I mean really, people. They're something you can't exactly go your whole life without hearing without being seriously deprived of things that are quite awesome.
I really love parodies. That's why I asked if I could write a parody to an Abba song (go figure!) for my project. I was seriously considering just taking an excerpt from the book and making the words line up with the song, like I loved to do, but noooooo I had to actually rewrite an ENTIRE SONG!!!! actually it wasn't that hard, but still.
love stories....?
Okay so my dad is like this reading fanatic to the extreme. Like he's read practically everything (i.e. wuthering heights, pride and prejudice, Lord of the Rings, Chronicles of Narnia, his dark materials, the whole caboodle and then some), and he also likes to read the Writer's Almanac. Apparently the Almanac says that two completely different polls say the same thing-Wuthering Heights is the greatest love story ever of all time. When I heard that, having not read the whole caboodle of everything on the planet, I yell out, "since when was Wuthering Heights a love story?" At that moment, my mom comes down the hall preparing to leave for something or another. Dad tries the poll on her, and she can't guess it. I give her a hint, saying that it was the thing that I just yelled out for all the world to hear. She guesses West Side Story, Romeo and Juliet, Pride and Prejudice, all very plausible and very probable to make the "#1 best love story of all time" title. When dad finally tells her, I yell, again, "since when was Wuthering Heights a love story?" just as mom yells, "Oh, barf! Why that?" then I yell, "What's Wuthering Heights about, anyway?" and then mom says, "some crazy lady in the attic." which makes me wonder....how can some story about some crazy lady end up as what people think is the best love story ever?
So then I decide to read the summary. And it's basically a cross between Romeo and Juliet, Hamelet, and life.
I gotta go now. dinner.
So then I decide to read the summary. And it's basically a cross between Romeo and Juliet, Hamelet, and life.
I gotta go now. dinner.
more rants :)
It's almost spring! Or it feels like it!!! This is good!!! and bad....stupid global warming.... anyway, warm is warm and warm means spring and spring means my birthday. Yay!!!
I decided to try out for Robin Hood. No, I'm not trying out TODAY, auditions for today already happened. I'm auditioning tomorrow. There's one female part that looks interesting-Sister Felicity. She's not Maid Marian, but then again, I don't really want to be the screaming girl in the tower. Which is why Sister Felicity seems cool. Because, according to the character description that the drama teacher posted, she is the one "who protects Robin Hood." ??? since when did Robin Hood need protecting. I don't care. Being able to do awesome things with fake swords in those things that nuns wear would be pretty friggin awesome. Or whatever she does. Which, as far as I know, doesn't involve being the damsel in distress. Which is a good thing.
Anyway who would want to be the damsel in distress? being distressed is no fun. But whatever. Robin Hood is amazing!
Funnily enough, though, I don't really want to go into drama in college. Well, I do, but like as a side thing. I kinda wanna major in writing. Or something like that. Apparently there are quite a few in-state colleges that offer creative writing as a major. Which would be cool. But then, I never seem to be able to finish a story. So that might be a downside to majoring in creative writing. But on the upside, there's also journalism, drama, and like five bazillion colleges for music. But I might go into drama. I don't know. But I don't care. I read somewhere that it isn't a good idea to go into college knowing what you want to study because then you're really limited. But I could also like major in like drama and minor in creative writing or music or journalism or something. Or any combination.
The thing is, though, I wish we hadn't done West Side Story in winter. Yes, winter was a good time to have done it, since both winter and West Side Story are very bleak and depressing, but it would have been more fun to do West Side Story now because now we don't have to stay inside all the time. Which isn't fun. But on the other had, Robin Hood is more of a spring type of thing, because he's all outdoors all the time and whatnot. Plus it's just more fun to rehearse when it's not freezing cold outside and like completely dark. And the director, granted I get in, is willing to let me take a few days off a week to study for the black belt test. Which is good. Because I pinkie swore my tae kwon do instructor that I would go to the test this time. But seriously, this time I'm ready. I mean, the test over the summer was a real shock when it was suggested, and last fall I was expecting it but I still wasn't prepared, but this time, I'm expecting it, I know most of the stuff because of the summer/fall cram sessions, and I am quite sure I know that I can review the sparring stuff that I need to review because mom taped them. So she got a video of me flipping the instructor over. Which is pretty awesome.
I don't know what I'm supposed to get out of blogging this much. But I don't care. It's like writing...except not. Okay, it is writing. But still. It's not the same if I'm writing in my journal journal or doing a story in a notebook. I don't know what the difference is except for the fact that this is online and I'm not using up my pen's limited supply of ink. Or the planet's limited supply of trees and oxygen. Which brings me to the point that.............I don't know. Oh I know! The World History teacher uses way too much paper! Yes! That's my point! Well, no it isn't, but whatever. I have no point. But he DOES use way too much paper. He has at least a hundred students and he gives out about ten readings a week to each person, plus handouts, plus study guides plus about fifteen other things. Which is kind of sad. I heard someone say once, outside his classroom, that he should be restricted to like one tree a day. Which is what most teachers do. It's insane. I mean, he said that we should get notebooks, but less than half the pages I've used in my notebook are dedicated to study stuff. Well, more than half, but you get my point. He needs to let us use the paper we already have.
If you haven't noticed, I do random topic changes a lot because I have way too much time on my hands. Like just now. But let me ask you this-what ELSE am I supposed to do? I haven't got a life. I'm serious. For me, it's eat, sleep, homework, tae kwon do, repeat. And sometimes acting. And school. So....yeah.
See this is kind of weird for me to write this much. Usually I rarely say more than like six sentences in the course of an average school day (because all of my friends are epic chatterboxes...not really but still, rarely will there be a time when I volunteer information), but here I am writing like five gazillion paragraphs. This is unusual, even when I'm in writer's mode. Well, not when I'm in writer's mode. When I'm doing that I can write like five pages in one sitting. (I'm exaggerating on a lot of stuff, by the way). But, unlike when I'm writing a story, I can like totally spazz about stuff that I feel like spazzing about, whereas in a story, I'm not allowed to spazz unless my character is. Which sometimes isn't fun because sometimes the character isn't anywhere near having a spastic moment.
I decided to try out for Robin Hood. No, I'm not trying out TODAY, auditions for today already happened. I'm auditioning tomorrow. There's one female part that looks interesting-Sister Felicity. She's not Maid Marian, but then again, I don't really want to be the screaming girl in the tower. Which is why Sister Felicity seems cool. Because, according to the character description that the drama teacher posted, she is the one "who protects Robin Hood." ??? since when did Robin Hood need protecting. I don't care. Being able to do awesome things with fake swords in those things that nuns wear would be pretty friggin awesome. Or whatever she does. Which, as far as I know, doesn't involve being the damsel in distress. Which is a good thing.
Anyway who would want to be the damsel in distress? being distressed is no fun. But whatever. Robin Hood is amazing!
Funnily enough, though, I don't really want to go into drama in college. Well, I do, but like as a side thing. I kinda wanna major in writing. Or something like that. Apparently there are quite a few in-state colleges that offer creative writing as a major. Which would be cool. But then, I never seem to be able to finish a story. So that might be a downside to majoring in creative writing. But on the upside, there's also journalism, drama, and like five bazillion colleges for music. But I might go into drama. I don't know. But I don't care. I read somewhere that it isn't a good idea to go into college knowing what you want to study because then you're really limited. But I could also like major in like drama and minor in creative writing or music or journalism or something. Or any combination.
The thing is, though, I wish we hadn't done West Side Story in winter. Yes, winter was a good time to have done it, since both winter and West Side Story are very bleak and depressing, but it would have been more fun to do West Side Story now because now we don't have to stay inside all the time. Which isn't fun. But on the other had, Robin Hood is more of a spring type of thing, because he's all outdoors all the time and whatnot. Plus it's just more fun to rehearse when it's not freezing cold outside and like completely dark. And the director, granted I get in, is willing to let me take a few days off a week to study for the black belt test. Which is good. Because I pinkie swore my tae kwon do instructor that I would go to the test this time. But seriously, this time I'm ready. I mean, the test over the summer was a real shock when it was suggested, and last fall I was expecting it but I still wasn't prepared, but this time, I'm expecting it, I know most of the stuff because of the summer/fall cram sessions, and I am quite sure I know that I can review the sparring stuff that I need to review because mom taped them. So she got a video of me flipping the instructor over. Which is pretty awesome.
I don't know what I'm supposed to get out of blogging this much. But I don't care. It's like writing...except not. Okay, it is writing. But still. It's not the same if I'm writing in my journal journal or doing a story in a notebook. I don't know what the difference is except for the fact that this is online and I'm not using up my pen's limited supply of ink. Or the planet's limited supply of trees and oxygen. Which brings me to the point that.............I don't know. Oh I know! The World History teacher uses way too much paper! Yes! That's my point! Well, no it isn't, but whatever. I have no point. But he DOES use way too much paper. He has at least a hundred students and he gives out about ten readings a week to each person, plus handouts, plus study guides plus about fifteen other things. Which is kind of sad. I heard someone say once, outside his classroom, that he should be restricted to like one tree a day. Which is what most teachers do. It's insane. I mean, he said that we should get notebooks, but less than half the pages I've used in my notebook are dedicated to study stuff. Well, more than half, but you get my point. He needs to let us use the paper we already have.
If you haven't noticed, I do random topic changes a lot because I have way too much time on my hands. Like just now. But let me ask you this-what ELSE am I supposed to do? I haven't got a life. I'm serious. For me, it's eat, sleep, homework, tae kwon do, repeat. And sometimes acting. And school. So....yeah.
See this is kind of weird for me to write this much. Usually I rarely say more than like six sentences in the course of an average school day (because all of my friends are epic chatterboxes...not really but still, rarely will there be a time when I volunteer information), but here I am writing like five gazillion paragraphs. This is unusual, even when I'm in writer's mode. Well, not when I'm in writer's mode. When I'm doing that I can write like five pages in one sitting. (I'm exaggerating on a lot of stuff, by the way). But, unlike when I'm writing a story, I can like totally spazz about stuff that I feel like spazzing about, whereas in a story, I'm not allowed to spazz unless my character is. Which sometimes isn't fun because sometimes the character isn't anywhere near having a spastic moment.
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
hello again
Well, here I am. Again. I don't know why I do this so freaking much, but I do. I wonder whether anyone actually looks at my blog except for me. Oh well. I don't care. P.S. if you can see my blog, comment! Please! or follow it! So I can know if someone I know actually knows about this!
I was just looking over my old posts. "Don't expect me to post a lot"? Understatement of the year. I probably write here more willingly and more often than I write in my history notebook. No, more like my English notebook. Because I never write in my English notebook. Unless I'm doodling. But the point is, I write here more than I expected I would. Which is saying something. Well, no it isn't. But whatever.
I don't know what I feel like doing right now. I like writing. And typing. So I will continue. I sound so stupid, talking to myself. Oh well. Who am I supposed to talk to, anyway? I'm the only moderator on the blog. Nobody comments. Nobody looks this way. Nobody's allowed to. Well, nobody that I don't know. I've made sure of that because I can! And mom, if you're reading this, I CAN do that. Okay, my dad is calling for dinner. He's all psyched because I finally found an Alaska quarter, which he has been coveting since forever because it's the last one he needs to complete his collection. When me and my brother were kids, our grandpa, I think, gave us these quarter collector thingies, and my dad went crazy with them. I finally found the last Alaska one. So he wants to have an epic ceremony for it. If I can find it (gulp).
Oh well. With my dad, he tells you that dinner's ready five minutes before it actually is, and now is the time when it's actually ready. I don't want to go, though. I'm not done listening to Hairspray. And Dad's probably playing West Side Story to bug me. Because he likes it. But now he's getting annoyed, so I should probably go. But the song is almost done!!! Oh well. Okay.
I was just looking over my old posts. "Don't expect me to post a lot"? Understatement of the year. I probably write here more willingly and more often than I write in my history notebook. No, more like my English notebook. Because I never write in my English notebook. Unless I'm doodling. But the point is, I write here more than I expected I would. Which is saying something. Well, no it isn't. But whatever.
I don't know what I feel like doing right now. I like writing. And typing. So I will continue. I sound so stupid, talking to myself. Oh well. Who am I supposed to talk to, anyway? I'm the only moderator on the blog. Nobody comments. Nobody looks this way. Nobody's allowed to. Well, nobody that I don't know. I've made sure of that because I can! And mom, if you're reading this, I CAN do that. Okay, my dad is calling for dinner. He's all psyched because I finally found an Alaska quarter, which he has been coveting since forever because it's the last one he needs to complete his collection. When me and my brother were kids, our grandpa, I think, gave us these quarter collector thingies, and my dad went crazy with them. I finally found the last Alaska one. So he wants to have an epic ceremony for it. If I can find it (gulp).
Oh well. With my dad, he tells you that dinner's ready five minutes before it actually is, and now is the time when it's actually ready. I don't want to go, though. I'm not done listening to Hairspray. And Dad's probably playing West Side Story to bug me. Because he likes it. But now he's getting annoyed, so I should probably go. But the song is almost done!!! Oh well. Okay.
back again
well, I am back. I am sorry I have not been able to post in a while. I have lots of stuff to do. And the Internet at school was being annoying. It is kind of weird really. During West Side Story, when I had to stay up until like one and never leave school, I was somehow able to find time to post but now I can never find a chance. But that is probably because I am not spending twelve hours away from my mom and therefore she has more chance to bug me about stuff. It is so annoying. But on the other hand, tonight I will have my first weeknight off in several months. And on Saturday it will be the first Saturday when I will be completely West-Side-Story-free. It is amazing. I mean, last week I got to sleep until like eleven, which I have not been able to do in like forever because that is when rehearsal started, but then I had to go perform that night.The cast party was really fun. We all had signed this poster in silver sharpie (it was backed in black, so silver was like the only thing that would show up) and gave it to the director. The image was basically the same image that was on the cover of the program, just enlarged to like a three by four or something. We did quotes, like every show that our school does, but we also did paper plate awards, which I have never done for drama before. I got "new blood" because I am most likely to keep the drama department going. (?). I do not get it. Oh well.I am just remembering a program blooper. I am not sure whether I have said this before, but oh well. I am saying it again. There was a misprint in the program, so apparently I was dancing or backstage and playing flute in the pit at the same time. Ha ha ha. Good times. By the way, I have absolutely no idea why I am not conjugating(i.e. I'm not I am) except for the fact that I kind of want to make this a bit longer than normal but whatever. I know that I am not using proper comma usage or whatever, but I do not care. I do not feel like using proper grammar. Deal with it. :P I have to go eat lunch now.
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