Well, I'm back from Atlanta. It was hilarious. And amazing. And awesome. And MY CHOIR GOT FIRST IN THE COMPETITION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So first we went down on an overnight bus on Wednesday night. We had to sleep on the bus. It was hard because the friend that was sitting next to me is an insomniac, so he was up all night and I was like, shut up and go to sleep. Over there. No, nothing awkward happened. So in the morning, we went to Hard Rock Cafe for breakfast. I didn't eat a lot because I was tired. And I was talking to some friends. When we went to the bathroom, there were signs on the front of the stall doors that said something like, "no smoking or nuclear weapons allowed," or something. I forget the last part, but there was the no smoking/nuclear weapons part. Anyway, I have to go now. I'm making a hat for the biology sub that's been here for four months while the actual teacher is on maternity leave. So hopefully I'll finish it by the time that class rolls around. It's his last day today.
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
one of my last rants for a while
The title explains the entry-today is going to be one of the last rants in the blog that I will be able to do for quite a while. I have a free block right now because my Spanish teacher has a class schedule that's hard to explain. But I have a free block. And I'm NOT skipping. So tonight I'm going to Atlanta. I said that before, didn't I? Oh, well. I'm saying it again. I get really bored really easily so I'm bringing like a bazillion knitting things and a sketchbook and a regular book and a book of stitch patterns and a book I have to read for History and some knitting magazines. My backpack is really big. And the balls of yarn are really small. It works. Anyway, we get to go to the mall and the world of Coke on the first day and I forget where else before we go to the hotel. But then we go to the hotel and hang out for a while and then go to a dinner theater thing. Or maybe that's the second night. I forget. But anyway, I have no idea what show they're doing. On the second day we have to wake up at seven and get out by eight, and then go to a Martin Luther King memorial thing, I think. Then we go back to the hotel and the chorus people change into their chorus things and then we go to competition. I forget what we do after that. Maybe that's when we go to the dinner theater thing. On the third day we wake up at seven again (EEK!!!!!!!) and then go to hear the band people do their thing and then go to Six Flags. Then we go to the awards thing and then we go home. Or something to that effect. It's going to be really hard to keep to my budget. I don't want to spend my emergency cash, but I have a feeling that I'm going to be sorely tempted by the time Saturday comes around because I'll have spent most of my budget at the mall and Coke world and stuff. But then again, my emergency cash is a really large bill (I'm not saying how much) that I got for Christmas. But then again, I might have to pay for more than one person in the cab if we get lost. But whatever. I'll have to carefully mark my spending just so I can spend a reasonable amount at all the places and still have some left on Saturday. And if I don't, I'm going to be very miserable at Six Flags. Especially if Six Flags is anything like Hershey Park. I've been to Hershey Park three times with Middle School Chorus. It was rather awesome. Eighth grade was the best because I was with friends who were actually willing to go on rides and not just walk around and do nothing. And on the Eighth Grade Hershey Park trip I went on a roller coaster for the first time in years. Seriously, the last time I had gone on a roller coaster before that was at King's Dominion the summer after fourth grade and it freaked me out so much that I didn't go on a roller coaster again until Hershey Park in eighth grade. And I think it was partially the fact that I was ten when I went on the roller coaster at King's Dominion and I was fourteen when I went on the roller coaster at Hershey Park that made the difference. But what is really awesome is that my mom isn't going to be there. There's just something about the fact that your mom is not going to be at a school trip that makes it that much more fun. Especially when you're going out of town with a bunch of people close to your age. Well, close-ER to your age than your mom is, anyway. So that is why it is amazing. And I want to go. And I am PSYCHED!!! But knowing me, I'm probably going to get bored an hour into the bus ride and not be able to sleep until like midnight or something. But that's probably just me.
again
I know I have not posted in a while. And I will not post again for like a week because I will be in Atlanta with my school's music department. Then I will be too tired to blog. So I will not blog. Then I will post again, and it will be awesome. Then comes spring break, and I will not be able to post again because I am doing life guarding training and I will be way too tired to do anything. Then I will post again. And it will be amazing. Because I posted. And I will actually have the energy to post. And it will be amazing.
Last night I went swimming because I was making sure I could do the prerequisites for the life guarding. And last night I was in a good mood for the first time in forever. And tonight I will be on the bus for Atlanta. It is rather annoying because we are leaving at like nine at night. But then again, it IS a ten hour bus ride. But it will be all right.
I have this bag that I carry around everywhere and my mom really hates it because it is all old and ratty and gross. But I love it anyway because I have carried it around almost every day for almost a year and a half. But my mom hated it so much that she got two new ones that look exactly the same except not ratty and gross and not broken in and all the seams were still intact. But I still love the other one. I am taking one of the new ones to Atlanta, but I am going to use the old, ratty one again as soon as I get back. To be honest, I love the old and ratty one. Plain and simple. And it is amazing because I had that bag when I got to go on Broadway for like five minutes. None of the NEW bags were able to go on Broadway. So there.
Anyway, I have to go eat. Because I have to eat sometime.
Last night I went swimming because I was making sure I could do the prerequisites for the life guarding. And last night I was in a good mood for the first time in forever. And tonight I will be on the bus for Atlanta. It is rather annoying because we are leaving at like nine at night. But then again, it IS a ten hour bus ride. But it will be all right.
I have this bag that I carry around everywhere and my mom really hates it because it is all old and ratty and gross. But I love it anyway because I have carried it around almost every day for almost a year and a half. But my mom hated it so much that she got two new ones that look exactly the same except not ratty and gross and not broken in and all the seams were still intact. But I still love the other one. I am taking one of the new ones to Atlanta, but I am going to use the old, ratty one again as soon as I get back. To be honest, I love the old and ratty one. Plain and simple. And it is amazing because I had that bag when I got to go on Broadway for like five minutes. None of the NEW bags were able to go on Broadway. So there.
Anyway, I have to go eat. Because I have to eat sometime.
Thursday, March 19, 2009
tired writing and annoyed rants
well, you probably know what this is about. If you said race and culture, I need to be more creative.
I hate the race and culture project. officially. it's easily the hardest project ever and I'm nowhere near good at it so i don't know why I'm bothering to continue with it because it is really not that fun. or informative. or anything. and I'm so mad and annoyed in general that I'm' not using the right punctuation. grrrrrrr. except all you readers won't see that because I'll have done spell check. but i hate this computer. i hate my bedroom light. i feel so confined. seriously. like i need to get out and See the world. and not be on this stupid computer that cant even type the way i want it to. and in the next room are my mom and her cousin and my cousin and they're laughing and having a good time and here i am being mad at the world. and they all just laughed epically loudly and made me even more mad that i can't be in there with them because I'm here and they probably don't want me anyway. and all you who are reading this (here meaning nobody) are all probably saying how i have depression issues and i should go see a psychologist. well maybe i do already. and maybe i do have depression issues. maybe the swim coach that i have a crush on won't reply to my facebook chat and maybe that really ticked me off. and maybe i will act like i don't care when i do. and maybe i just don't want to live like this anymore. okay i don't want to keep any secrets. i want to be completely honest. and being completely honest means that i have to tell my mom that i didn't know what i had to do for homework and stuff like that. being honest with myself means admitting all the stuff that I'll never admit anywhere else. and what do i say to that? i say I'm going to stop blogging and go write in my diary. not that's not what I'm going to do. what I'm going to do is stop blogging and go ask if i can join their game. no what I'm going to do is stop blogging for now and go to the bathroom and then ask if i can join their game. well now I'm talking to mom and she said i should probably plan on not playing tonight. and now she's saying that i should come and play for a while. this is really confusing. and now she's leaving to go back to the game. and I'm sitting here typing and crying and being a complete idiot, like usual. because that's just me. i'm going to go now.
I hate the race and culture project. officially. it's easily the hardest project ever and I'm nowhere near good at it so i don't know why I'm bothering to continue with it because it is really not that fun. or informative. or anything. and I'm so mad and annoyed in general that I'm' not using the right punctuation. grrrrrrr. except all you readers won't see that because I'll have done spell check. but i hate this computer. i hate my bedroom light. i feel so confined. seriously. like i need to get out and See the world. and not be on this stupid computer that cant even type the way i want it to. and in the next room are my mom and her cousin and my cousin and they're laughing and having a good time and here i am being mad at the world. and they all just laughed epically loudly and made me even more mad that i can't be in there with them because I'm here and they probably don't want me anyway. and all you who are reading this (here meaning nobody) are all probably saying how i have depression issues and i should go see a psychologist. well maybe i do already. and maybe i do have depression issues. maybe the swim coach that i have a crush on won't reply to my facebook chat and maybe that really ticked me off. and maybe i will act like i don't care when i do. and maybe i just don't want to live like this anymore. okay i don't want to keep any secrets. i want to be completely honest. and being completely honest means that i have to tell my mom that i didn't know what i had to do for homework and stuff like that. being honest with myself means admitting all the stuff that I'll never admit anywhere else. and what do i say to that? i say I'm going to stop blogging and go write in my diary. not that's not what I'm going to do. what I'm going to do is stop blogging and go ask if i can join their game. no what I'm going to do is stop blogging for now and go to the bathroom and then ask if i can join their game. well now I'm talking to mom and she said i should probably plan on not playing tonight. and now she's saying that i should come and play for a while. this is really confusing. and now she's leaving to go back to the game. and I'm sitting here typing and crying and being a complete idiot, like usual. because that's just me. i'm going to go now.
lunchtime
I know, I know, I haven't posted in weeks and weeks and weeks and i've forgotten all about this. Not. Well, not for the last part anyway. I've been really busy. I auditioned for a one-act at my school. I took my black belt test. It was the hardest physical test I have ever took and will ever take and I don't want to do it again until I have more endurance. Seriously. I had a chorus concert. It went well, I think. We were first. And I nearly tripped and died because I was on the top row and our dresses are really long and I was wearing heels and I failed. But otherwise it was okay. Today I have robin hood rehearsal. Tomorrow is Districts for chorus. On sunday my cousins came over. They're leaving on Saturday. Yesterday we celebrated one of the cousin's birthdays. It was awesome. Even though it was Wednesday, it was awesome. And I finally finished a glove for Robin Hood. And I have all of two minutes to finish this post and get to chorus. Hopefully the teacher has the CD from the concert so we can hear it. I really want to hear why my dad was so obsessed about our first song. Anyway... My favorite song was our second one, partially because it was the only one we actually had memorized, and partially because it was just an awesome song. I have to go. I REALLY hope he has the CD. I mean REALLY. I actually have to go now.
Thursday, March 12, 2009
English stuff
Okay, I know, more freaking English. But this is important and I never thought that there would be an actual law about this, but I don't care, because the million dollar question could be when the Child Marriage Restraint Act of 1929 went into effect, and I could say that it was April first, 1930. Anyway, that's not the important part. The important part is that there is actually a LAW. And if a guy, underage or not, marries an underage girl, the penalty is three months in solitary confinement and a fine. If the person who is in charge of the minor arranged the marriage, then they could be arrested as well. But the weird thing is that, and I quote, "Provided that no woman shall be punishable with imprisonment." WOAH!
English conclusion
So, from what I've researched, there are no real problems with Indian Americans getting married from love, just so long as the other person is of Indian descent. So now I'm finding quotes and stuff about love and marriage. I need 3 "artistic representations". I already have the book. I'm going to also do quotes about love and marriage from Indians and from Americans and from Indian Americans and also some poems about lord knows what. But there is an awesome poet that I can't remember the name of and his name is really hard to spell, but he's really good and he's Indian American so I'm going to use some of his poems, along with poems by Vikram Seth, who's also Indian American. So yeah.
Love is the only reality and it is not a mere sentiment. It is the ultimate truth that lies at the heart of creation.~Rabindranath Tagore (the poet with the really hard name)
As far as I know, if you take your time, write a good script and make a good film, then give the audience time, they will accept it. ~Anjay Devgan (Indian Actor) it relates to arranged marriage because that's the same sort of attitude that the parents have about the marriage.
My family is my strength and my weakness. ~Aishwarya Rai (indian actress)
Okay, my real problem is initiative. So when I get home, since I'm going to tae kwon do an hour later than usual, I'm just going to go in and do an epic powerpointing session, and it will all work. Somehow.
Love is the only reality and it is not a mere sentiment. It is the ultimate truth that lies at the heart of creation.~Rabindranath Tagore (the poet with the really hard name)
As far as I know, if you take your time, write a good script and make a good film, then give the audience time, they will accept it. ~Anjay Devgan (Indian Actor) it relates to arranged marriage because that's the same sort of attitude that the parents have about the marriage.
My family is my strength and my weakness. ~Aishwarya Rai (indian actress)
Okay, my real problem is initiative. So when I get home, since I'm going to tae kwon do an hour later than usual, I'm just going to go in and do an epic powerpointing session, and it will all work. Somehow.
Sunday, March 8, 2009
English, again
Well, this seems to be my official English-class-note-taking place. Honestly, I will be SO glad when this is all over. Really. With the black belt test on Saturday and Mom freaking out more than me about this and giving me a really hard time about it and school and the fact that I have low C's in three classes and whatnot, I'm out of it. To the extreme.
But on the upside, my parents aren't here. But I still have to do homework for the duration of their not being here. :(. They're going to my brother's basketball game/buying stuff for dinner. And I'm here. I would love this time if I didn't have this project and a mom that would hunt me down and kill me if I didn't do my work, because she KNOWS whether I've done the work or not. I'm serious. She always knows. It's really annoying.
Well, today I'm going to continue the note taking from yesterday. Wait, no, scratch that. I'm going to do the plot summary for the book I read. THEN I'm going to do the note taking. I'm going to purposely draw this out so I don't have to note-take. Anyway...
So For Matrimonial Purposes is about this girl called Anju. She was born and raised in India, and the entire book is about her trying to find a good dude to get married to. The story starts out when she's 33, and she's at some relative's wedding (I think it's her cousin), and there's this guy who looks interested in her. Her mom is all psyched about this because most girls are married by the time they're 25, usually younger, so the fact that Anju is 33 and attracting someone is the best thing ever to her mom, because most of the okay guys are already taken. So her mom arranges to meet the guy and his family, so they do, because that's what they do in India. Well, they meet and the guy seems like a total jerk, even though his prospects are great and Anju's mom is happy and very pleased that Anju might FINALLY get married. But Anju does have some say in it and she puts in that she really, really, really, really, REALLY doesn't like him, and she doesn't want to move to Africa with him, either, to which her mom is all like, "oh, but you went to America, why not Africa?" And Anju's like, "HELLO!!! Africa is like eighty bazillion times less developed than America!!!" So anyway, her mom and dad insist that Anju take another week or two off work in America to look for a husband in India. Anju's mom looks everywhere, including the classifieds. They have dating classifieds in India that seem really similar to those in the US, except it's more like, okay, here's my info, here's a picture, call me, and if they get the picture of the candidate and don't like them, then there's no second call. Kind of like in the US. Except without the multiple dates between meeting and marriage proposal. Anyway, Anju gets a picture of a guy who seems all right, and her mom calls, but there's no second call. So that's the end of part one. Part two starts when Anju is in her early or mid twenties, and she tells you all about how all her friends have gotten married and she was the outsider and everything and her mom was really desperate to get Anju married because of Anju's brothers, who were in the prime years of marriage (they were like 21 and 23 or some way early twenties like that), and the can't get engaged until Anju is firmly set to get married. So Anju's mom sees everybody from seers to swamis to everyone. One astrologer says that Anju's luck and star chart would have it that the planets were aligned in a way that would only allow her marriage after the age of 26, which is the equivalent to mid-forties in terms of marriage in India. So eventually Anju gets fed up and asks if she can go to New York and get a second degree at NYU, and after much complaining and denial and whatever else, her parents let her go. There she meets a girl kind of like herself, but the difference is that the friend has a white boyfriend (scandalous for India), and the friendship eventually wanes. Then Anju meets an okay white guy named Jeff, who she likes, but he turned out to be an idiot, ad then he ditched her. Then Anju finishes getting her degree and gets an apartment of her own (she'd been staying with her aunt and uncle), and then she gets a job in fashion advertising and does rather well. After a while, she gets to go all over as a representative from her company agency thing, and her first job with that is in Paris. She manages the Paris show really well, and soon she's going all over the world and having a load of adventures, and freaking out her parents with all this traveling because they think that the outer world is dangerous. So around that time, Part Two ends and Part Three begins. Part one was a lot of setting up Anju's situation, Part Two was Anju figuring out who the heck Anju actually was, and Part Three is Anju finally finding the right guy. And yes, she does, eventually, find the right guy. Part Three zooms forward in time, back to when Anju is 33 and *still* single. She meets an okay guy when she flies over to India *again* for some family or friend's wedding. He lives in London, but after a couple meetings, her dad asks his friend in London to investigate his background, and he learns that the guy has a girlfriend and is living with her and is expecting to pop the question any day now. With the help of an astrologer and her friend in the US, Anju convinces her parents to let her go back to the US. The friend looked up some decent Indian guys in the US, and Anju paid the astrologer to say that Anju wouldn't be able to find the right guy in India, she had to go off into the world to find him and she had to find him on her own. So they let her go. Later on, Anju goes on some Indian dating/marriage websites and finds some decent guys. One guy seems all right, and they email each other and arrange for him to call her. He calls, and they talk, and they seem to be getting on okay until Anju says that she's living ALONE in New York, not with her parents, as he is doing in Texas. After that, he doesn't call back. Then Rohan comes into the picture. Rohan is a friend of a friend, lives in LA, and an hour away from his parents who call him a gazillion times a day, and he overall seems like a nice guy. Anju flies out to LA, partially to meet him and partially because her boss was thinking of opening another branch of their company agency thing in LA. So Anju flies out and meets Rohan, who is extremely awesome. When she flies back to New York, she thinks that she might actually have found the right guy. Rohan doesn't really want their parents to be controlling the relationship, so he asks that she tell her parents as little as possible. So she says that there is a guy, but that's it. So Anju's boss decides that yes, indeed, she WILL open that second branch in LA, and Anju is qualified enough to go lead the operation. So Anju goes, allowing for plenty of evenings to go out with Rohan. Eventually Anju has to go back to India for some other wedding or something. Rohan calls a lot, and all Anju has ever told her parents is that there was a guy and yes, he was Indian. Well, a couple nights into her stay in India, Rohan calls and they talk and then he proposes. Over the phone. She says yes, her parents are happy, her brother gets married two weeks later, she gets married two weeks after that, and all is well. The end.
Well, I succeeded in what I set out to do. I am aware that I included every detail that I could remember about the book, even though we were only supposed to do a plot overview. So the overview is that Anju is an Indian girl living in America and trying to find a decent guy, whether in India or America (but most defiantly Indian), to get married to. She tries and fails many times. But she eventually finds an okay guy. The climax is the Paris fashion show. Or when Raju (the dude who lives in London) is found to already have a girlfriend. I'm not sure which. But probably Raju.
Funny how that works. I spend 45 minutes typing up a summary and then summarize the summary in 2 minutes. Wow. But I did what I set out to do, and now I'm pretty sure this is one of the longest entries that I've ever written. I like writing. But I am not going to post any of my stories because all my stories are really bad and are completely irrelevant to the topic that this blog has come to represent. But I don't care. I'm still not going to post any stories, though. Just because. And also because last year's English teacher still has my journal. Last year's English teacher is really nice. This year's isn't.
Anyway...................
What I have concluded about the topic I am researching is that the main issue that Indians living in America have with love marriages is letting their parents down and not living up to what they seem to need to live up to. That's what I see in this. Well, I'm going to go now. An extra 20 minutes of freedom! Whoop!!
But on the upside, my parents aren't here. But I still have to do homework for the duration of their not being here. :(. They're going to my brother's basketball game/buying stuff for dinner. And I'm here. I would love this time if I didn't have this project and a mom that would hunt me down and kill me if I didn't do my work, because she KNOWS whether I've done the work or not. I'm serious. She always knows. It's really annoying.
Well, today I'm going to continue the note taking from yesterday. Wait, no, scratch that. I'm going to do the plot summary for the book I read. THEN I'm going to do the note taking. I'm going to purposely draw this out so I don't have to note-take. Anyway...
So For Matrimonial Purposes is about this girl called Anju. She was born and raised in India, and the entire book is about her trying to find a good dude to get married to. The story starts out when she's 33, and she's at some relative's wedding (I think it's her cousin), and there's this guy who looks interested in her. Her mom is all psyched about this because most girls are married by the time they're 25, usually younger, so the fact that Anju is 33 and attracting someone is the best thing ever to her mom, because most of the okay guys are already taken. So her mom arranges to meet the guy and his family, so they do, because that's what they do in India. Well, they meet and the guy seems like a total jerk, even though his prospects are great and Anju's mom is happy and very pleased that Anju might FINALLY get married. But Anju does have some say in it and she puts in that she really, really, really, really, REALLY doesn't like him, and she doesn't want to move to Africa with him, either, to which her mom is all like, "oh, but you went to America, why not Africa?" And Anju's like, "HELLO!!! Africa is like eighty bazillion times less developed than America!!!" So anyway, her mom and dad insist that Anju take another week or two off work in America to look for a husband in India. Anju's mom looks everywhere, including the classifieds. They have dating classifieds in India that seem really similar to those in the US, except it's more like, okay, here's my info, here's a picture, call me, and if they get the picture of the candidate and don't like them, then there's no second call. Kind of like in the US. Except without the multiple dates between meeting and marriage proposal. Anyway, Anju gets a picture of a guy who seems all right, and her mom calls, but there's no second call. So that's the end of part one. Part two starts when Anju is in her early or mid twenties, and she tells you all about how all her friends have gotten married and she was the outsider and everything and her mom was really desperate to get Anju married because of Anju's brothers, who were in the prime years of marriage (they were like 21 and 23 or some way early twenties like that), and the can't get engaged until Anju is firmly set to get married. So Anju's mom sees everybody from seers to swamis to everyone. One astrologer says that Anju's luck and star chart would have it that the planets were aligned in a way that would only allow her marriage after the age of 26, which is the equivalent to mid-forties in terms of marriage in India. So eventually Anju gets fed up and asks if she can go to New York and get a second degree at NYU, and after much complaining and denial and whatever else, her parents let her go. There she meets a girl kind of like herself, but the difference is that the friend has a white boyfriend (scandalous for India), and the friendship eventually wanes. Then Anju meets an okay white guy named Jeff, who she likes, but he turned out to be an idiot, ad then he ditched her. Then Anju finishes getting her degree and gets an apartment of her own (she'd been staying with her aunt and uncle), and then she gets a job in fashion advertising and does rather well. After a while, she gets to go all over as a representative from her company agency thing, and her first job with that is in Paris. She manages the Paris show really well, and soon she's going all over the world and having a load of adventures, and freaking out her parents with all this traveling because they think that the outer world is dangerous. So around that time, Part Two ends and Part Three begins. Part one was a lot of setting up Anju's situation, Part Two was Anju figuring out who the heck Anju actually was, and Part Three is Anju finally finding the right guy. And yes, she does, eventually, find the right guy. Part Three zooms forward in time, back to when Anju is 33 and *still* single. She meets an okay guy when she flies over to India *again* for some family or friend's wedding. He lives in London, but after a couple meetings, her dad asks his friend in London to investigate his background, and he learns that the guy has a girlfriend and is living with her and is expecting to pop the question any day now. With the help of an astrologer and her friend in the US, Anju convinces her parents to let her go back to the US. The friend looked up some decent Indian guys in the US, and Anju paid the astrologer to say that Anju wouldn't be able to find the right guy in India, she had to go off into the world to find him and she had to find him on her own. So they let her go. Later on, Anju goes on some Indian dating/marriage websites and finds some decent guys. One guy seems all right, and they email each other and arrange for him to call her. He calls, and they talk, and they seem to be getting on okay until Anju says that she's living ALONE in New York, not with her parents, as he is doing in Texas. After that, he doesn't call back. Then Rohan comes into the picture. Rohan is a friend of a friend, lives in LA, and an hour away from his parents who call him a gazillion times a day, and he overall seems like a nice guy. Anju flies out to LA, partially to meet him and partially because her boss was thinking of opening another branch of their company agency thing in LA. So Anju flies out and meets Rohan, who is extremely awesome. When she flies back to New York, she thinks that she might actually have found the right guy. Rohan doesn't really want their parents to be controlling the relationship, so he asks that she tell her parents as little as possible. So she says that there is a guy, but that's it. So Anju's boss decides that yes, indeed, she WILL open that second branch in LA, and Anju is qualified enough to go lead the operation. So Anju goes, allowing for plenty of evenings to go out with Rohan. Eventually Anju has to go back to India for some other wedding or something. Rohan calls a lot, and all Anju has ever told her parents is that there was a guy and yes, he was Indian. Well, a couple nights into her stay in India, Rohan calls and they talk and then he proposes. Over the phone. She says yes, her parents are happy, her brother gets married two weeks later, she gets married two weeks after that, and all is well. The end.
Well, I succeeded in what I set out to do. I am aware that I included every detail that I could remember about the book, even though we were only supposed to do a plot overview. So the overview is that Anju is an Indian girl living in America and trying to find a decent guy, whether in India or America (but most defiantly Indian), to get married to. She tries and fails many times. But she eventually finds an okay guy. The climax is the Paris fashion show. Or when Raju (the dude who lives in London) is found to already have a girlfriend. I'm not sure which. But probably Raju.
Funny how that works. I spend 45 minutes typing up a summary and then summarize the summary in 2 minutes. Wow. But I did what I set out to do, and now I'm pretty sure this is one of the longest entries that I've ever written. I like writing. But I am not going to post any of my stories because all my stories are really bad and are completely irrelevant to the topic that this blog has come to represent. But I don't care. I'm still not going to post any stories, though. Just because. And also because last year's English teacher still has my journal. Last year's English teacher is really nice. This year's isn't.
Anyway...................
What I have concluded about the topic I am researching is that the main issue that Indians living in America have with love marriages is letting their parents down and not living up to what they seem to need to live up to. That's what I see in this. Well, I'm going to go now. An extra 20 minutes of freedom! Whoop!!
Saturday, March 7, 2009
agjaleij ;waoejrwa;oi j
Serously, I give up. I can't do it anymore. I'm not going to the black belt test. I can't break three boards like I have to for one technique. I can't even break one. I can't even come close to breaking one. And my dad was absolutely no help. I can't do anything. I know my life shouldn't revolve around my capability to break boards, but I honestly thought that I was stronger than this. Seriously. I mean, I could always break boards before. Why stop now? Now I'm a lame teenager who has no muscle to speak of and everything to complain about and can't see the worth in life because I'm too blinded by the sullen acceptance of my own lameness. Black belts aren't lame. Black belts are on top. And since I'm nearer to the bottom rung, I shouldn't go to the test.
I think the difference is I haven't been building up the shoulder muscles that I need to do the breaks and that's why I can't do it. Not only that, I haven't been practicing. And now I'm not going to the test. It's my desicion, not the instructor's, not dad's, not mom's, not Lydia's, mine. And I choose not. I can't learn to break three boards in a week. I can't do anything well. Knitting is easy and anyone can learn. Singing also. And I could never really act. I only got lead roles over the summer because all the other people were like ten. I know most of the forms, but so what? I know most of the one steps, but who cares? Board breaking is probably the most useful thing that could come out of tae kwon do, and if I can't do that, it's not worth going to the test. Really.
I feel really lame saying this, but it's true. I mean really. When am I ever going to need any of the skills I know now except for typing? I should probably just go and get a job at McDonald's and then fail at life because I was never worth anything. I don't WANT to work at McDonald's, but I'm the lame one in the family, so it's okay. While everyone else is out having a career and a life, I'll be stuck behind serving people meat ground into chemicals to make it taste right.
I know that people who read this (here meaning nobody) would be like, oh, no, you have potential, go out and amaze the world, or something, when I get all depressed like this, but then they wouldn't come up with anything when I ask how I'm supposed to amaze the world. Well, how? Knitting sixty stitches a minute? I can't do that. I can't do anything. And all of you know it.
I think the difference is I haven't been building up the shoulder muscles that I need to do the breaks and that's why I can't do it. Not only that, I haven't been practicing. And now I'm not going to the test. It's my desicion, not the instructor's, not dad's, not mom's, not Lydia's, mine. And I choose not. I can't learn to break three boards in a week. I can't do anything well. Knitting is easy and anyone can learn. Singing also. And I could never really act. I only got lead roles over the summer because all the other people were like ten. I know most of the forms, but so what? I know most of the one steps, but who cares? Board breaking is probably the most useful thing that could come out of tae kwon do, and if I can't do that, it's not worth going to the test. Really.
I feel really lame saying this, but it's true. I mean really. When am I ever going to need any of the skills I know now except for typing? I should probably just go and get a job at McDonald's and then fail at life because I was never worth anything. I don't WANT to work at McDonald's, but I'm the lame one in the family, so it's okay. While everyone else is out having a career and a life, I'll be stuck behind serving people meat ground into chemicals to make it taste right.
I know that people who read this (here meaning nobody) would be like, oh, no, you have potential, go out and amaze the world, or something, when I get all depressed like this, but then they wouldn't come up with anything when I ask how I'm supposed to amaze the world. Well, how? Knitting sixty stitches a minute? I can't do that. I can't do anything. And all of you know it.
English notes part 2
Just so I don't forget later, here's the link for this note session:
http://74.125.47.132/search?q=cache:RwVihkdEIm4J:listserver.njit.edu/pipermail/ais/2002q1/000064.html+arranged+marriage+for+%22indian+americans%22+in+america&hl=en&ct=clnk&cd=2&gl=us
Traditionally in an Indian marriage, the woman moves in with the man for a joint family situation, and many Indian American females don't want to. Many parents forsee this and pressure their son into an arranged marriage. The author of the link I'm researching said that his friend from home got married to an Indian girl and explained that his mom introduced them and they started writing and then got married a while later. Apparently, the story behind these trends are all based on Hindu concepts of love and marriage, because apparently Lord Krishna loved Radha but married Rukmini, because he believed that love was different from marriage because in marriage it wasn't just the two individuals getting married but also the two families joining. Then the author of the link I'm researching says, and I quote, "This concept does not justify Indian male behavior in America." ??????. A law student who had been in the US for quite a while noticed that the Indian guys were dating Indian girls in the US but going back to India to get married to a different girl. So they fulfilled all their hopes and dreams about girls in the US and then went home and found a nice, docile wife. Well that's pleasant. Many Indian-American guys thought that their female counterparts were too independent and liberated and not interested enough in culture. They just aren't used to the attitude of the girls and want a person closer in personality to their moms.
Well, I am most certainly not done with research, so I'm going undercover and researching this week during my free block. Right now, however, I need to have some time to myself where research and mothers aren't involved. Later.
http://74.125.47.132/search?q=cache:RwVihkdEIm4J:listserver.njit.edu/pipermail/ais/2002q1/000064.html+arranged+marriage+for+%22indian+americans%22+in+america&hl=en&ct=clnk&cd=2&gl=us
Traditionally in an Indian marriage, the woman moves in with the man for a joint family situation, and many Indian American females don't want to. Many parents forsee this and pressure their son into an arranged marriage. The author of the link I'm researching said that his friend from home got married to an Indian girl and explained that his mom introduced them and they started writing and then got married a while later. Apparently, the story behind these trends are all based on Hindu concepts of love and marriage, because apparently Lord Krishna loved Radha but married Rukmini, because he believed that love was different from marriage because in marriage it wasn't just the two individuals getting married but also the two families joining. Then the author of the link I'm researching says, and I quote, "This concept does not justify Indian male behavior in America." ??????. A law student who had been in the US for quite a while noticed that the Indian guys were dating Indian girls in the US but going back to India to get married to a different girl. So they fulfilled all their hopes and dreams about girls in the US and then went home and found a nice, docile wife. Well that's pleasant. Many Indian-American guys thought that their female counterparts were too independent and liberated and not interested enough in culture. They just aren't used to the attitude of the girls and want a person closer in personality to their moms.
Well, I am most certainly not done with research, so I'm going undercover and researching this week during my free block. Right now, however, I need to have some time to myself where research and mothers aren't involved. Later.
homework/aftermath
well, semi-formal was fun. They're going to murder me for saying this, but I'm kind of glad that a lot of my friends were there. I'm glad that two of my friends were there, though, because one was loud and fun enough for it to be contagious. And if my other friend hadn't been there, I wouldn't have danced at all. I can't really dance, but my friend was good enough to be a really bad dancer with me.
I'm not sure whether I said this before, but i sort of sprained my ankle on Thursday. So I wore dancer's heels. I wore them in Wizard of Oz. They're really comfortable for the first three hours, which is really all you typically need them for, and they have a lot of support, so my ankle didn't hurt until I took them off. So that was good.
Well, I have notes to take. And here they are:
Arranged marriage has been practiced all over South Asia for centuries, although it has evolved. When many migrated to the US, they brought with them the customs and traditions that they had grown up with. Now that their kids have gotten to that marriageable age, the way they will be married (arranged marriage or falling in love) has become an issue. Studies have shown that they negotiated the matter. Duty was important, but love was too. Okay pause for a second. MY MOTHER IS BEING THE BIGGEST MEANIE ON THE PLANET!! She wants this whole project-PowerPoint, book review, research, finding the right "artsy language" things to work with, finding all the proper stuff under all the proper headings and having them all neat and organized and ready to go by TOMORROW. Really, how does she expect me to do all that? She really has no idea when this project is due, does she? FYI, it's due on MARCH 23RD. NOT MARCH 8TH. I have a free block at school to work on it then. We went to the library yesterday and found good poems. And tomorrow is SUNDAY, so I can't clarify with my teacher on a few points, so actually finishing by tomorrow is absolutely impossible because the things I have to figure out are really important. Like the degree of relevance to the topic that the artistic language things have to be. And how exactly I can incorporate the blog into this, because I heard her telling some people that a blog would be a good way to do this. HOW am I supposed to do all that on a SATURDAY to have it finished by a SUNDAY when I don't even have school again until MONDAY? GAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH. Mom isn't fair. I realize that she's looking out for me and stuff, but still. I know I have to study epically for my black belt test in a week, but that's okay. I have a free block. I can research then. I'm aware that our cousins are coming the week after that. That's okay. I can put together the majority of my project at school. Really. Because the SCHOOL has a person who is TRAINED to help with the technology bit of projects and stuff. And I'm pretty sure someone who is TRAINED to do stuff like that is going to be rather awesome at it. Or at least better than my mom. My mom went to school for something completely different. I don't see why she has to take over my life whenever I have a major project due. I get it. It's major. Doesn't mean I'm not capable of doing it without her. Just means that I'm going to spend a lot of time on it. She needs to understand that, I think. But really, I think that this project is the reason that I'm so mad all the time, because my mom's always bugging me to read this or study that or do this that way or hurry up and research or finish two weeks before the stupid project is even due. I think that it's causing a lot more stress than it's worth. Or maybe my English teacher designed it so my mom would annoy my brain out and then take out all my guts, too. If that's the real reason, then it's working absolutely perfectly. Anyway, moving back to the notes that I'm not supposed to be taking according to my mother who hates me....I can't focus on this. I just can't. I'm too worked up about it. I mean, I asked that I could have some time to chill so I could willingly start working on the project. Then I did. Then my mom wanted me to tell her what I was going to do with the project today. And then it all went downhill. So I think that my mom is being too involved in this. I think that she should make me work on it and then leave me alone. She shouldn't make me check in with her. That's the teacher's job. She's having specific meetings with us to check our progress. I prefer that way because that way you can say, oh I can't really find stuff for this certain thing, and then the teacher could be like, oh check this out, and then everything is okay because the teacher knows what she's doing and my mom is just looking everything up that might have the slightest relevance, and the teacher knows some more specific stuff that would have greater relevance. So I'm going to take the notes and ignore my mom if she comes in. And then I'll be done with the longest entry ever written by me. I'm going to a new website now... And here, the info is.... Some Indian Americans look down on Valentine's day, others love it, and others don't care but still pick up those tacky cards for their toddlers to hand out to their class. This variation is relevant to the Indian American population's feelings about love marriages and dating. The US census bureau cites about 1/3 of the Asian Indian population being between the age of 20-34, the largest age group, in other words. The young Indian Americans are in a tug-of-war between tradition and what they want, between arranged marriages and love matches. But among the Indian Americans there is this thing called "marriage phobia"-preconceived negative ideas about Indian American women born in the US, like the party girls and the career-focused super over achiever or the really independent girl. There are notions about guys-the guy who has dated everyone, the parent-idolizer who won't go anywhere with anyone without the say-so of the parents, or the I'm-better-than-you kind of dude. With all the misinterpretations, they don't get married until a lot later, and by then they are way to comfortable with their ways and have a hard time adjusting to married life. An Indian American woman complained that there weren't a lot of Indian American men in her age range that share her Vedic values (the Vedas are an epic collection of ancient Sanskrit writings that are important in Hinduism), but on the other hand, a lot of the Indian guys can't communicate well and can't handle a girl who might actually have a job. An Indian-American guy says that failing to live up to the pre-set-up set of values and society's censure and the loss of their authentic Indian-ness that makes a lot of parents and some young adults look for spouses for them/kids in India instead of America. That same guy broke up with his steady girlfriend of five years to look for a girl in India. Many Indian-Americans are in a state of unsurity because they don't know whether they should go with their parents, date, look for themselves, look for only Indians/Indian-Americans, only look for a certain religion, take advantage of their relatives all over or avoid them at all costs, search the internet or meet people on the street or something else on the probably epic list. That is it for that website, and that was probably the most useful thing ever. The link is http://www.khaasbaat.com/feb2006/mentalhealth.htm
So, moving right along...
this next link (I copied and pasted a load of links onto a word document, having only skimmed them while searching) I put as "best one yet", so if this link is so good, and since I don't want to bore my eyes out later when doing the actual compiling for the actual presentation, I am going to go into a new post. And I am going to work for longer than an hour from whence I started, because I got interrupted several times. So here I go.
I'm not sure whether I said this before, but i sort of sprained my ankle on Thursday. So I wore dancer's heels. I wore them in Wizard of Oz. They're really comfortable for the first three hours, which is really all you typically need them for, and they have a lot of support, so my ankle didn't hurt until I took them off. So that was good.
Well, I have notes to take. And here they are:
Arranged marriage has been practiced all over South Asia for centuries, although it has evolved. When many migrated to the US, they brought with them the customs and traditions that they had grown up with. Now that their kids have gotten to that marriageable age, the way they will be married (arranged marriage or falling in love) has become an issue. Studies have shown that they negotiated the matter. Duty was important, but love was too. Okay pause for a second. MY MOTHER IS BEING THE BIGGEST MEANIE ON THE PLANET!! She wants this whole project-PowerPoint, book review, research, finding the right "artsy language" things to work with, finding all the proper stuff under all the proper headings and having them all neat and organized and ready to go by TOMORROW. Really, how does she expect me to do all that? She really has no idea when this project is due, does she? FYI, it's due on MARCH 23RD. NOT MARCH 8TH. I have a free block at school to work on it then. We went to the library yesterday and found good poems. And tomorrow is SUNDAY, so I can't clarify with my teacher on a few points, so actually finishing by tomorrow is absolutely impossible because the things I have to figure out are really important. Like the degree of relevance to the topic that the artistic language things have to be. And how exactly I can incorporate the blog into this, because I heard her telling some people that a blog would be a good way to do this. HOW am I supposed to do all that on a SATURDAY to have it finished by a SUNDAY when I don't even have school again until MONDAY? GAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH. Mom isn't fair. I realize that she's looking out for me and stuff, but still. I know I have to study epically for my black belt test in a week, but that's okay. I have a free block. I can research then. I'm aware that our cousins are coming the week after that. That's okay. I can put together the majority of my project at school. Really. Because the SCHOOL has a person who is TRAINED to help with the technology bit of projects and stuff. And I'm pretty sure someone who is TRAINED to do stuff like that is going to be rather awesome at it. Or at least better than my mom. My mom went to school for something completely different. I don't see why she has to take over my life whenever I have a major project due. I get it. It's major. Doesn't mean I'm not capable of doing it without her. Just means that I'm going to spend a lot of time on it. She needs to understand that, I think. But really, I think that this project is the reason that I'm so mad all the time, because my mom's always bugging me to read this or study that or do this that way or hurry up and research or finish two weeks before the stupid project is even due. I think that it's causing a lot more stress than it's worth. Or maybe my English teacher designed it so my mom would annoy my brain out and then take out all my guts, too. If that's the real reason, then it's working absolutely perfectly. Anyway, moving back to the notes that I'm not supposed to be taking according to my mother who hates me....I can't focus on this. I just can't. I'm too worked up about it. I mean, I asked that I could have some time to chill so I could willingly start working on the project. Then I did. Then my mom wanted me to tell her what I was going to do with the project today. And then it all went downhill. So I think that my mom is being too involved in this. I think that she should make me work on it and then leave me alone. She shouldn't make me check in with her. That's the teacher's job. She's having specific meetings with us to check our progress. I prefer that way because that way you can say, oh I can't really find stuff for this certain thing, and then the teacher could be like, oh check this out, and then everything is okay because the teacher knows what she's doing and my mom is just looking everything up that might have the slightest relevance, and the teacher knows some more specific stuff that would have greater relevance. So I'm going to take the notes and ignore my mom if she comes in. And then I'll be done with the longest entry ever written by me. I'm going to a new website now... And here, the info is.... Some Indian Americans look down on Valentine's day, others love it, and others don't care but still pick up those tacky cards for their toddlers to hand out to their class. This variation is relevant to the Indian American population's feelings about love marriages and dating. The US census bureau cites about 1/3 of the Asian Indian population being between the age of 20-34, the largest age group, in other words. The young Indian Americans are in a tug-of-war between tradition and what they want, between arranged marriages and love matches. But among the Indian Americans there is this thing called "marriage phobia"-preconceived negative ideas about Indian American women born in the US, like the party girls and the career-focused super over achiever or the really independent girl. There are notions about guys-the guy who has dated everyone, the parent-idolizer who won't go anywhere with anyone without the say-so of the parents, or the I'm-better-than-you kind of dude. With all the misinterpretations, they don't get married until a lot later, and by then they are way to comfortable with their ways and have a hard time adjusting to married life. An Indian American woman complained that there weren't a lot of Indian American men in her age range that share her Vedic values (the Vedas are an epic collection of ancient Sanskrit writings that are important in Hinduism), but on the other hand, a lot of the Indian guys can't communicate well and can't handle a girl who might actually have a job. An Indian-American guy says that failing to live up to the pre-set-up set of values and society's censure and the loss of their authentic Indian-ness that makes a lot of parents and some young adults look for spouses for them/kids in India instead of America. That same guy broke up with his steady girlfriend of five years to look for a girl in India. Many Indian-Americans are in a state of unsurity because they don't know whether they should go with their parents, date, look for themselves, look for only Indians/Indian-Americans, only look for a certain religion, take advantage of their relatives all over or avoid them at all costs, search the internet or meet people on the street or something else on the probably epic list. That is it for that website, and that was probably the most useful thing ever. The link is http://www.khaasbaat.com/feb2006/mentalhealth.htm
So, moving right along...
this next link (I copied and pasted a load of links onto a word document, having only skimmed them while searching) I put as "best one yet", so if this link is so good, and since I don't want to bore my eyes out later when doing the actual compiling for the actual presentation, I am going to go into a new post. And I am going to work for longer than an hour from whence I started, because I got interrupted several times. So here I go.
Friday, March 6, 2009
i'm in a good mood for once!!
iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit's FRIDAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WWWAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I love Fridays. Especially when it is finally above forty degrees outside and I can listen to random energy music and the majority of the snow is gone and it is sunny and I just had ice cream for the first time since September (how did I LIVE?) and tonight is a dance that seems like it's going to be all right for once and my brother is not here to bug me and I had a lot of sugar can you tell?
Anyway, I am in a good mood. I LOVE Fridays. And I mean LOVE! Really, I can go on forever about the glory of Fridays. And of course, the swim coach that I used to have somewhat of a crush on (notice the past tense. Okay, I still like him...a little...) FINALLY accepted my friend request on Facebook, so that is rather awesome. AND it is just one of those days where nothing seems to go want to go wrong. I mean, I FINALLY was able to hit that high G during practice for my audition for the descant in one of the songs in choir, so that is awesome, too. Today is just one of those days when you feel on top of the world and nothing is going to bring you down no matter what. OOH and my bio teacher, who has been out for the last three months on maternity leave came in today during bio (go figure) with her baby. The baby is really cute. She was sleeping when the teacher came in, but she was still REALLY adorable. And I mean REALLY adorable. It kind of reminds me when my old youth group leader was still around and his son was about the same age, maybe a bit older, as the bio teacher's baby, and I was hanging out in the nursery and I got to hold him. That was when I still had like three feet of hair, and he started playing with it, and it was the cutest thing ever. Anyway, I am rambling. But it is okay. It is Friday, remember? And I am in a good mood. I have said that like fifty times, haven't I? Well, I am in a good mood. Can you tell?
Today was just a day for fun. Or it felt like it. Because it was FINALLY WARM!!! THANK YOU GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
It is hard for me to feel bad or bored when it is warm out and you can just feel spring coming. I know it sounds corny, but it is true. I just can not. And tonight is the semi-formal. So I can wear a dress over jeans, which I have been wanting to do since forever. I mean, I did it after West Side Story, but that is different. The dress I am wearing tonight doesn't pinch. Well, the dress I'm wearing tonight was my backup dress for West Side Story, but we decided on the other one because the other one's blue, which was the color that the Jets were supposed to be wearing. This one's green. I like this one better. Or maybe it's just that I've gotten SO sick of the blue dress.
Yesterday, I landed a kick weird in tae kwon do and now my ankle kind of hurts. But it's nothing major. I can walk, at least. It just kind of hurts to walk. Sometimes. So tonight I'm wearing the coolest pair of heels ever that I bought after Wizard of Oz-they're bright red, but they're dancer's heels, so they give a lot of support. Plus they're a LOT more comfortable than the West Side Story heels. And because they're dancer's heels, they were comfortable from day one. And they're still comfortable. Plus they make me like two inches taller. They look kind of seventeenth-century-ish, but whatever. I'm going to be wearing pants under the dress, and I'm only going to show people the heels if they ask if I'm wearing heels. Which, of course, is going to be everybody. And everyone is probably going to ask where in the world I got heels like THAT, and where I got heels in RED. I mean, honestly, how many people wear bright red heels on a regular basis?
I remember on the second night of West Side Story, I was talking to the director after the show, and he said, "Well, one more night of performing!" And I'm like, "ONE MORE NIGHT IN HEELS!!!" Then the director was like, "COME ON!! You have your whole life ahead of you!!!" And in my head, I'm just like, "you've never tried walking in two and a half inch heels, have you?" Because man, dancing in those heels was freakishly hard and freakishly annoying. They pinched my toes. A lot.
Well, I guess what I meant to say to him was, "ONE MORE NIGHT IN THESE HEELS THAT ARE SO FREAKING UNCOMFORTABLE!!!"
Man this song I'm listening to is rather amazing. Big Strong Man by Carbon Leaf=best song ever. Well, right now it is.
And I have to go work on my stuff now. Or at least I should. But I REALLY don't want to. But I'm going now anyway. bye.
WWWAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I love Fridays. Especially when it is finally above forty degrees outside and I can listen to random energy music and the majority of the snow is gone and it is sunny and I just had ice cream for the first time since September (how did I LIVE?) and tonight is a dance that seems like it's going to be all right for once and my brother is not here to bug me and I had a lot of sugar can you tell?
Anyway, I am in a good mood. I LOVE Fridays. And I mean LOVE! Really, I can go on forever about the glory of Fridays. And of course, the swim coach that I used to have somewhat of a crush on (notice the past tense. Okay, I still like him...a little...) FINALLY accepted my friend request on Facebook, so that is rather awesome. AND it is just one of those days where nothing seems to go want to go wrong. I mean, I FINALLY was able to hit that high G during practice for my audition for the descant in one of the songs in choir, so that is awesome, too. Today is just one of those days when you feel on top of the world and nothing is going to bring you down no matter what. OOH and my bio teacher, who has been out for the last three months on maternity leave came in today during bio (go figure) with her baby. The baby is really cute. She was sleeping when the teacher came in, but she was still REALLY adorable. And I mean REALLY adorable. It kind of reminds me when my old youth group leader was still around and his son was about the same age, maybe a bit older, as the bio teacher's baby, and I was hanging out in the nursery and I got to hold him. That was when I still had like three feet of hair, and he started playing with it, and it was the cutest thing ever. Anyway, I am rambling. But it is okay. It is Friday, remember? And I am in a good mood. I have said that like fifty times, haven't I? Well, I am in a good mood. Can you tell?
Today was just a day for fun. Or it felt like it. Because it was FINALLY WARM!!! THANK YOU GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
It is hard for me to feel bad or bored when it is warm out and you can just feel spring coming. I know it sounds corny, but it is true. I just can not. And tonight is the semi-formal. So I can wear a dress over jeans, which I have been wanting to do since forever. I mean, I did it after West Side Story, but that is different. The dress I am wearing tonight doesn't pinch. Well, the dress I'm wearing tonight was my backup dress for West Side Story, but we decided on the other one because the other one's blue, which was the color that the Jets were supposed to be wearing. This one's green. I like this one better. Or maybe it's just that I've gotten SO sick of the blue dress.
Yesterday, I landed a kick weird in tae kwon do and now my ankle kind of hurts. But it's nothing major. I can walk, at least. It just kind of hurts to walk. Sometimes. So tonight I'm wearing the coolest pair of heels ever that I bought after Wizard of Oz-they're bright red, but they're dancer's heels, so they give a lot of support. Plus they're a LOT more comfortable than the West Side Story heels. And because they're dancer's heels, they were comfortable from day one. And they're still comfortable. Plus they make me like two inches taller. They look kind of seventeenth-century-ish, but whatever. I'm going to be wearing pants under the dress, and I'm only going to show people the heels if they ask if I'm wearing heels. Which, of course, is going to be everybody. And everyone is probably going to ask where in the world I got heels like THAT, and where I got heels in RED. I mean, honestly, how many people wear bright red heels on a regular basis?
I remember on the second night of West Side Story, I was talking to the director after the show, and he said, "Well, one more night of performing!" And I'm like, "ONE MORE NIGHT IN HEELS!!!" Then the director was like, "COME ON!! You have your whole life ahead of you!!!" And in my head, I'm just like, "you've never tried walking in two and a half inch heels, have you?" Because man, dancing in those heels was freakishly hard and freakishly annoying. They pinched my toes. A lot.
Well, I guess what I meant to say to him was, "ONE MORE NIGHT IN THESE HEELS THAT ARE SO FREAKING UNCOMFORTABLE!!!"
Man this song I'm listening to is rather amazing. Big Strong Man by Carbon Leaf=best song ever. Well, right now it is.
And I have to go work on my stuff now. Or at least I should. But I REALLY don't want to. But I'm going now anyway. bye.
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