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Hello! I'm really bored right now so I'm blogging. I'm technically supposed to be doing my homework... shh... I'll do my homework in a minute...
Anyway, yesterday I had to go to a venture crew meeting and I got a copy of the bylaws because I'm awesome and I asked for one. Anyway, I was looking at them, and I realized how completely unaware I was about any of the bylaws. Like how you can only have an office for two years before you have to go run for something else. I didn't know that.
Anyway, moving on with life. I saw "Phantom of the Opera" on Saturday night. It was the most awesome thing ever, even though I'm not done watching it yet. I was watching with my dad, and he hates action and tension late at night, and it was like, "really, dad? You survived the sword fight in the graveyard. There are only like forty minutes left in the entire thing." But no. We HAD to turn it off and we HAD to not watch the rest of it last night. GRRR!!!
Anyway, in other news, I have rehearsal today. Wait, that's news? Since WHEN was that NEWS? That isn't news! Until the show closes, the fact that I DON'T have rehearsal is news. But it's choreography for "the Speed Test," which is one of the cooler songs in the show.
Anyway, I've got to go do that math homework. *wink wink* really, though. Going now.

That reminded me...

Last night I went to tae kwon do for the first time in weeks.  It was really awesome.  But the awesomest thing about it was that I found out that this one guy who has some serious mental thing (it might be Down's syndrome, I'm not sure) who has been a red belt for SIX YEARS finally passed his black belt test.
WIN!

WIN!!!!

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This is the most adorable picture in eternity.

Okay, as anyone who knew me in sixth grade would know, back in the day I had a really big thing for cheetahs. My nickname was Cheetah. I did my endangered species project on cheetahs. Well, this is my favorite cheetah thing yet.


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okay. this is getting freaky.

For the second night running, I had a dream about my chorus teacher and chorus. It's the weirdest thing ever. My chorus teacher is cool and all, but I am NOT in love with him. I do not WANT to be in love with him. He's like twice my age.

On Monday night, one of my friends from ASP was trying to make me go out with him, but I couldn't because I had to go to a chorus concert. I was also at church. I ended up leaving two minutes before the concert started and got there late. My chorus teacher got really mad at me because I had apparently held up the entire concert because I was the soloist. Then he kicked me out of the choir. Then I woke up at like four in the morning and was very depressed because I thought I had been kicked out of chorus.

Last night, all I remember is my director saying something about giving the solo for this African piece to someone who has had excellent attendance in choir and then he looked at me and I looked at him, all freaked out, and then I got the solo. There were no awkward guy friends or chorus concerts in that one. It was just in class one day. And I don't think that he would give me a solo when there are about forty zillion other people in the choir who are better singers than I am.

I don't know WHY my subconscious is haunting me with dreams of chorus and directors. Maybe tonight it's going to be after the concert and my guy friend will start yelling at me for lying to him about the concert or something. And then I'll punch him in the face. That would be nice. I don't know why I still call him my guy friend, because I don't think he likes me anymore and I'm not exactly his biggest fan anymore either.

But still. It's weird.

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Happy December. I just got back from musical rehearsal. We were practicing a dance number that, like a lot of the dances, necessitates tap dancing at the speed of light.

Thoroughly Modern Millie is DEFENITELY a lot harder than West Side Story was, dance-wise. I'm a sort of extra, but that means I'm dancing in more songs than I was when I was in West Side Story, because the extras were either Jets or Sharks, not Anonymous People in the Background. So now I'm kind of hungry, fairly tired, and wishing I didn't have homework. But I do. But I'm not going to do it. Yet.

Anyway, the one good thing that's probably going to come out of this is that I'm going to be in a lot better shape than I was when I originally auditioned. That happened with West Side Story, too, but that was more stress and no sleep and lack of proper food for a few weeks than it was dancing my legs off, like this time. Mind you, it's probably going to be a similar situation during opening week because of the epic stress levels and practicing with the pit band and stuff like that. But still. It's probably worth it.

I guess I'm glad I'm doing this, but still, sometimes I wonder whether I was stupid to audition again because I sort of knew how it was going to be this time around for rehearsals, and I had a few doubts about whether it was fully sane to do it. But I think it is.

For the record, counting all summer camp productions, when Millie closes, I'm going to have done as many stage productions as I have years in my life. Counting the years when I didn't know what I was doing. Yes, that is a lot. No, I'm not telling you how old I am. I'm just going to tell you that it's more than ten.

I think that's worth not dropping out for.

Anyway

So last night I was up until like midnight (unintentionally.). So when my alarm went off this morning, I was tired as heck. Plus I haven't been able to sleep very well as of late. It's really weird. Hopefully I'll be able to sleep more tonight. But the fact is that I can't really work on seven hours of sleep. Maybe it's just because I've been going off with nine hours over break. Like I would go to bed really late, but I wouldn't wake up until like nine, so it would all be okay. But it kind of reminds me of the time over the summer when I unintentionally slept until like eleven and freaked my mom out. But how was I supposed to know that it was eleven in the morning? Apparently she called to see if I was up like five times and then she called and said she was coming home, and I didn't wake up until she came into my room with her full work attire and woke me up, having driven back from her office. It was the weirdest thing ever. But it's a good story to tell people. Yeah, one time I slept really late and freaked my mom out. Wahoo!
Anyway, moving on with life.

Great.

Na No Wri Mo is almost over! And I still haven't gotten 50,000 words on any story I've been working on! OH NO! Okay, I admit, I wasn't really trying that hard until like today and a bit of yesterday. But still. I think, in all, with all the stories I've been working on and the little bits and pieces of all the bits we did in creative writing, and all the essays and such for English, and all the blog posts, I think I'd probably have 50,000 words, but if I counted just one story, it wouldn't really work because I really can't do 50,000 words for anything when I'm trying to, but still. It's kind of annoying that I didn't work on any of my stories over break. But whatever. It was break, what can I say? Okay, I probably should have worked on it during break. But the fact is, I can't do 50,000 words on anything in a month. I can barely do 15,000 words in a year.
Anyway, moving on from moping about Na No Wri Mo. Star Trek is officially the best movie ever. The new one, I mean. Because that's the only Star Trek movie that I've seen. But whatever. I'm such a nerd for liking Star Trek. But I don't really care because I'm already such a nerd to begin with. I'm not kidding. I like Lord of the Rings, Star Wars, I blog, and I knit, and I'm a drama nerd. The only difference is that my acne isn't terrible. Yet. It's getting there. And I wear glasses. Except they're not the big nerdy kind, so that doesn't really count. But whatever. I'm still a nerd.
And I write. And do a lot of fantasy things.
But whatever. Moving on with life.

Anyway. I'm a nerd.

So I was gonna go on a date tonight. Yes, one of THOSE dates. At least, that was my impression of it. But I didn't. Because first the plan was that he was going to drive to my house, and then my mom would drive us (I haven't got my permit yet, and he's not allowed to drive people yet) to the movie. But then it progressed that his mom was going to drive him to my house and then hang out at my house during the movie, because by the time she got back to their place, it would be time for her to leave again to pick him up. So then I suggested that he take the metro, because there's a metro stop really close to the movie theater. But then it progressed to we would both drive out and meet halfway between our two houses, which would put us somewhere in the middle of Maryland, and then we'd take a long drive BACK to the theater, and then drive BACK to the middle place to drop him off once it was over. So, needless to say, it didn't really work out. So instead I am staying home and watching the newest Star Trek movie.
I know I'm weird. And I'm not entirely dissapointed, because I like him, but I don't LIKE him, you know?
And once I told him that I didn't think it was going to work, he started to try to guilt trip me into going anyway, via text message. But I didn't reply to most of them, so he shut up for a while. Then he texted me a little while ago and asked if I was having fun without him.
Honestly, if he had that attitude constantly, I WOULD be having fun without him. But, on the other hand, now he'll probably stop texting me all the time like he's done the past week, even the days when I had school and when I was in class. It was the most annoying thing ever.
And then when I told him I was in class, but I had a free block next, he was like, oh, please hurry with that quiz you're taking, I really need a friend right now.
AAAAAHHHHHHH!

Weird.

The strange thing is, I seem to be actually *gasp* UNDERSTANDING SHAKESPEARE!? But the other odd thing is, I seem to be acutally *gasp* ENJOYING SHAKESPEARE!? Where did THIS come from? I was just reading Romeo and Juliet, because I'm a nerd and because I have to for English class, and, for some strange reason or another, I actually GET what they're saying in the garden scene. I was totally befuddled by all of it when I saw it with the all male cast last year. It was SHAKESPEARE, which was TOTALLY confusing to me then, but I actually sort of get it now. WHAT'S GOING ON HERE??? Maybe it's because it's like the most famous love scene in all of forever. Maybe it's because the people are actually MY AGE, for a change. They were all around thirty in the show. And there is the small fact that they were all DUDES in the show. And everyone in "Midsummer Night's Dream" was like thirty as well. But whatever the reason, it's actually sort of making sense now. Maybe because I read the summary.
I really have no idea.
Maybe it's because I used Spark Notes for half of Act Two.
But it's probably because this scene has all the lines I recognize from Shakespeare. Like, "But soft! What light from yonder window breaks?"
And, "O Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore art thou Romeo?"
And it's got all the funny bits. Except for the line about being out of breath between Juliet and the Nurse, which comes in like Act 3 or something. Anyway, I don't get why it's suddenly making sense.
Maybe it's because it's been a whole year since I last did anything to do with this show, so I've had time to get smart and stuff. Whatever.

The Fastest Song In Eternity

The Speed Test, Thoroughly Modern Millie.
In the music, the note for the very last bit is "as fast as humanly possible." I'll make a note of it when it comes. You all need to look it up. The entire Millie soundtrack, in fact. DO IT.

MR. GRAYDON:
Take a letter. To a Mr. John Hudson, Hudson's Floor Wax. You will find an invoice in the file for the address. "Dear Mr. Hudson," colon:

My eyes are fully open to my awful situation
So I'm writing you a letter to demand an explanation
When the floor wax that we bought from you
Arrived here Monday morning
We discovered upon usage that the fume
Should have a warning
Since the only possibility is that the wax is rancid
I request a full refund of all the money we advanced
And unless you can convince me
You've improved the floor wax batter
We will take our business elsewhere
So I hope you solve this matter

How's my speed, Miss Dillmount?

MILLIE:
A little slow, perhaps.

MR. GRAYDON:
Ah!
Enclosed you'll find a small container
Of the stuff I talk about
Just carefully remove the lid
And take a whiff if you've a doubt
I'm sure you wouldn't want me
To alert the daily papers
With the news of how our office
Was affected by your vapours
Which is why I choose to write to you
A confidential letter
Full of strong recommendation
That you make your floor wax better
I just hope it won't require us
To have our floor relaid and
If it does you may expect a bill
Sincerely, Trevor Graydon

Now, read that back to me please.

MILLIE:
Certainly. "Dear Mr. Hudson," colon:
My eyes are fully open to my awful situation
So I'm writing you a letter to demand an explanation
When the floor wax that we bought from you
Arrived here Monday morning
We discovered upon usage that the fume
Should have a warning
Since the only possibility is that the wax is rancid
I request a full refund of all the money we advanced

MR. GRAYDON:
Nice!

MILLIE:
And unless you can convince me
You've improved the floor wax batter
We will take our business elsewhere
So I hope you solve this matter

MR. GRAYDON:
Not half bad. Continue please.

MILLIE:
Enclosed you'll find a small container
Of the stuff I talk about
Just carefully remove the lid
And take a whiff if you've a doubt
I'm sure you wouldn't want me
To alert the daily papers
With the news of how our office
Was affected by your vapours
Which is why I choose to write to you
A confidential letter
Full of strong recommendation
That you make your floor wax better
I just hope it won't require us
To have our floor relaid and
If it does you may expect a bill
Sincerely, Trevor Graydon

MR. GRAYDON:
Miss Dillmount, may I speak frankly?

MILLIE:
Yes?

MR. GRAYDON:
If I could be so lucky
As to have a good stenographer
To keep this place as up-to-date
As her short skirt and bobbed coiffure
I wouldn't have to worry 'bout
Our soured office planking
And could concentrate on generating
Profits ripe for banking
That is why I'm testing you
With this outrageous correspondence
Which I don't intend to actually mail
To the respondents
So if you can make sense of my unintelligble patter
Then the job is yours and Hudson's Floor Wax doesn't matter

MILLIE:
Hudson's Floor Wax doesn't matter?
Matter, matter, matter, matter
Hudson's Floor Wax doesn't matter?
Matter, matter, matter, matter

MR. GRAYDON (at the same time):
Hudson's Floor Wax doesn't matter!
Matter, matter, matter, matter
Hudson's Floor Wax doesn't matter!


OFFICE WORKERS (at the same time):
Hudson's Floor Wax doesn't matter!
Matter, matter, matter, matter

MR. GRAYDON:
Now, I want that letter on my desk in two minutes flat. Man your machine! Go!

(Millie's rapid fire typing/tapping dazzles the office workers. She presents the finished letter to Mr. Graydon.)

Time! "Dear Mr. Hudson,"

MILLIE AND OFFICE WORKERS:
Colon.

MR. GRAYDON:
My eyes are fully open to my awful situation
So I'm writing you a letter to demand an explanation
When the floor wax that we bought from you
Arrived here Monday morning
We discovered upon usage that the fume
Should have a warning
Since the only possibility is that the wax is rancid
I request a full refund of all the money we advanced
And unless you can convince me
You've improved the floor wax batter
We will take our business elsewhere
So I hope you solve this matter

MILLIE AND OFFICE WORKERS:
So I hope you solve this matter
So I hope you solve this matter
So I hope you solve this matter
Matter, matter, matter, matter

MR. GRAYDON:
Going on.
*does this as fast as humanely possible, which is quite flippin fast*
Enclosed you'll find a small container
Of the stuff I talk about
Just carefully remove the lid
And take a whiff if you've a doubt
I'm sure you wouldn't want me
To alert the daily papers
With the news of how our office
Was affected by your vapours
Which is why I choose to write to you
A confidential letter
Full of strong recommendation
That you make your floor wax better
I just hope it won't require us
To have our floor relaid and
If it does you may expect a bill
Sincerely, Trevor Graydon

You have made the team Miss Dillmount!

OFFICE WORKERS:
You have made the team Miss Dillmount!

MILLIE:
Tell me where my desk is
When we eat lunch
How much I'll be paid, and
Nice to meet you, I know we'll be friends
Just call me Millie Graydon

MR. GRAYDON and OFFICE WORKERS:
Millie Graydon?

MILLIE:
I mean Dillmount!

MR. GRAYDON and OFFICE WORKERS:
Millie Dillmount?

MILLIE:
Someday Graydon!

MR. GRAYDON and OFFICE WORKERS:
Graydon? Dillmount? Dillmount?
Graydon? Graydon? Dillmount?

MILLIE:
Graydon!

ALL:
Ahhhhhhh!

Best. Broadway. Female. Song. Ever.

Put it with music and it's officially the best song ever.
Forget about the boy, Thoroughly Modern Millie.

No canary in a tree for me
This canary's ready to fly free

Cut the cord
Is that a man I once adored?
He's nothing but an albatross
No great loss
Double crosser
Forget about the boy
Pull the plug
Ain't he the one who pulled the rug
He's lower than an alley cat
Dirty rat
And I flatter
Forget about the boy
Forget about the boy
Forget about the boy

And in the moonlight
Don't you think about him
Sister, you're much better off without him
You can blow the blues a kiss goodbye
And put the sun back in the sky
For when he comes crawlin'
I'm not fallin'

Shout hooray and hallelu!
Now me and mister wrong are through
I'll find myself another beau
Who I know is no rover
Forget about the boy
Forget about the boy
Forget about -

Jimmy, oh Jimmy, Jimmy

Horace

Danny

Milton

Percy

Edgar

Timothy

Alfred

Vito Carbone

Benjamin Pratt, the third

Teddy Morgan

Barney Schreiber, C.P.A. *BEST LINE EVER!!!!!!!!!*

Jimmy, oh Jimmy, silly boy
Gee, what a real swell guy

Cut the cord, is that a man I once adored?
He's nothing but an albatross
No great loss, doublecrosser

Forget about the boy

Jimmy, oh Jimmy, what great joy
He makes my troubles fly

Pull the plug, ain't he the one who pulled the rug?
He's lower than an alley cat, dirty rat
And I flatter

Forget about the boy
Forget about the boy
Forget about the boy!

Shout hooray and hallelu!
Now that me and mister wrong are through
I'll find myself another beau
Who I know is no rover
Forget about the boy
Forget about the boy
Forget about the boy

And in the moonlight don't you think about him
Sister you're much better off without him
You can blow the blues a kiss goodbye
And put the sun back in the sky

For when he comes crawlin'

I'm not fallin'

Hallelujah!
Forget about the boy
Forget about the boy
Forget about the boy!

HUZZAH!