We have a snow day today!! Hooray!! Now I can actually get some productive stuff done... like my English homework...
Anyway, I went to a meeting with my Gold Award sponsor yesterday. Now I'm actually getting kind of psyched about my project. It's going to be kind of hard to get through it all, but I think it'll all be worth it. I also got to tour the West Wing of the White House yesterday. No, I didn't get to meet any of the Obamas. However, I did learn that the Situation Room is actually more like the Department of Mysteries in Harry Potter- it isn't just the one room, there are several. That's kind of cool. And there's a Pikachu hanging from the ceiling in the back of the Press Room. Overall, it was pretty cool. The Rose Garden was really cool, because it was dark and it was snowing and it was just really pretty. So that's my story. Yay!
And by the way, as of tomorrow, I'll have had this blog for a year. I honestly didn't think I'd have it last this long. But I didn't think I'd stick with Tae Kwon Do for eight years, and here I am. I didn't think I'd knit for seven years, but here I am. Weird, huh?
Hooray!
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
Monday, February 1, 2010
colleges! slow down!
Well, the grand total just for today (so far) in "you should come to this college because we're awesome and you're awesome, so we should go together" college emails is seven. SEVEN!! And I'm not even a junior yet!! Okay, so I put my email on the PSAT, so it is kind of my fault. But still. This is kind of ridiculous. And they are all colleges that I have never heard of. Except for maybe Roanoake. But still. The colleges that have already emailed me are University of Evansville in Illinois, Roanoake College in Virginia, Champlain College in Vermont, Rochester Institute of Technology in New York, Saint Mary's College of Maryland, Hood College in Maryland (again), and Southern Methodist University in Texas, which I had to google because they didn't even say they were Southern Methodist University, they just said they were SMU. I have nothing against Texas. I have nothing against God, either. But I just don't want to go to school in Texas. If it's a fight between the constantly hot weather and the constantly cold weather, then I would choose cold. I just don't like heat. Although cold is uncomfortable, heat is more uncomfortable to me. I don't know why. It just is.
ARGH!
ARGH!
okay i give in
So I know I mentioned a story a couple days ago. One that I had started, I mean. That I wasn't going to post until it was done.
Well, I give up. I really want to post it, so I'm going to. So here it is.
There once was a girl whose name was Makenna. Yes, that's me. Anyway, I was raised on the outskirts of a town, near a forest. I had no friends. I learned my letters and numbers from my dad, because girls weren't allowed to go school. My mom died when I was a kid, but my older sister helped with all the girly stuff when I needed it. She's twelve years older than me. There are four brothers in between us. We're not that close-I'm closer to my brothers than her, so I picked up tactics from them.
I was a very determined explorer when I was a kid, according to my dad. He always had to let Shana, my sister, do the cooking and cleaning because I would only listen to him telling me not to run off, and I would only actually stay put if he kept both eyes on me at all times.
I grew up playacting constantly. When I wasn't pretending to be a Damsel in Distress for my brothers, I was reading about the heroes my brothers portrayed from the many books my mother had left behind. One day, I got fed up with the damsel act and having to wail, "Help! The dragon will eat me!!" for the millionth time, so I picked up a stick shaped like the ones the boys were using as swords, and I jabbed at Kedak, who was the dragon, banged Purcil in the stomach-he was the wizard- and pranced back to the cottage without Prince Jacane and his noble steed Aquan, laughing as I went, with the cries begging for my return in my ears, which I ignored.
That was all years ago.
Now I am sixteen, Kedak is 18, Purcil is 20, Jacane and Aquan, the twins, are both 24, and Shana is 28. I have to help her with the cooking and cleaning, though I hated it. Shana had to threaten me with curses in order to get me to even clean my own room.
But one day, I woke up and everyone- Shana, the twins, Purcil, Kedak, even my dad- they were all gone.
I wandered into the kitchen, but there was no note, no sign, nothing pointing to where they had gone. Just as I had returned from changing into some proper clothes, with every intent to go and rescue my family, I found a note on the table in clean white parchment that definitely hadn't been there before.
*you can't read this part-it's in the Dwarfish Runes. I'm typing it up anyway*
Dear Makenna:
I have your family in the forest. You will come and find them within seven days or risk their death. You will find them in the big castle in the middle of the forest. Do not try to fool me; I know of your powers. I look forward to seeing you.
Tamge the Wizard
I stared at the note. Obviously I couldn't read it, but somehow I knew they were in the forest. I grabbed as much food as my bag could carry and walked out, sturdy boots on my feet. Although I'd never been allowed to enter the forest, I was sure I could handle whatever it threw at me. Somehow, as soon as I entered, it felt like home.
That first morning was when I met one of my travel companions. We walked right into each other, frankly speaking. As I stumbled back, I glared at the tall, handsome stranger. Dark curls were cropped close to his head, and he was glaring down the four-inch gap between our heights with slanted, disdainful yellow-brown eyes.
"Watch where you're going," he barked. "I'm in a hurry.
Growing up with four brothers had taught me the hard way that you could only counter a bark in two ways: another bark, or a snarl. I picked a snarl. It usually took boys off guard to see that a girl could fight.
"Well, so am I," I snapped. "So maybe YOU should look where YOU'RE going. Haven't you ever heard of ladies first?"
"No, and you wouldn't count if I had," he retorted. I noticed he had pointy ears- he was an elf. "You're too poorly dressed to be counted as a noble in any place other than your imagination. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a family to rescue." He began to storm away.
"Well, so do I," I hollered at his retreating back. The elf hesitated, then turned.
"When were they taken?" he demanded urgently.
"Last night, I presume," I said. "They weren't here this morning and they were definitely all there last night. Even the twins.”
"Strange," he muttered.
"Why?" I wondered. "Was that when your family was taken?"
"Yes," he replied. "And did you get a note written in the runes?"
"I don't know what it was written in, but it wasn't normal writing," I said, and showed him the note I'd gotten.
Glancing at it, the elf said, "Yeah, that's just like mine. We have seven days to get our families back."
"So do you want to team up?" I asked. "What is your name, anyway? Or do elves not have names?" I added, with a touch of irritation.
"Chance," he told me gruffly.
"Really?" I asked.
"Yes," he said. "And you're Makenna. I saw it on the note," he added, before I could ask how he'd learned my name.
"So do you want to team up?" I repeated. "You probably know the forest better than I do."
"You were born in the forest," Chance said. "You know it as well as me."
"I wasn't," I contradicted him. "And I was never allowed in here until now." I didn't add that the woods had felt like home the second I'd entered.
"You were," Chance retorted. "Your eyes are slanted and purple. Only fairies have purple eyes, and only forest-born people have slanted eyes. Fairies can only be born in the forest. The human-sized kind, anyway. The kind who-"
"Don't have wings and only have minimal magic, I know," I rattled off. I had seen it in one of my mom's old books. "But I'm not a fairy."
"Yes, you are," Chance argued. "you just haven't shown your powers yet. Most don't until they're about sixteen."
"Right," I said disbelievingly. "But that's off the point. Two heads are better than one, especially in my case. I understand the forest about as well as the reasons why I got my first monthly."
"Excuse me?" Chance said.
"Never mind," said hastily, embarrassed about my slip up. "So what do you say?"
"I work alone," Chance said.
"Well, fine then," I said and began to storm off.
"Oh, all right," Chance sighed, his voice calling me back like I had called him a few moments before. "Just don't get us both killed, all right?"
"Okay," I agreed cheerfully.
So began our journey. Chance seemed to know where everything was, although whenever I tried to start a conversation with him, he remained obstinately close-lipped. On the second morning, the morning after we'd met, my powers began to show. I was woken by the fast-paced chattering of a squirrel.
"Makenna, Makenna, Makenna, Makenna," it said in one breath. As I opened my eyes, it said, "Oh, good. You're awake. You two-legs always sleep like boulders." I stared at the creature in sleepiness, trying to make sense of my surroundings. "Anyway," it jabbered on, "your boyfriend wants me to tell you that he's gone to get food."
"Chance isn't my boyfriend," I told the squirrel.
"Of course he is," the squirrel chattered. "We ARE talking about the same bloke, right? Dark hair, tall, pointy ears? Thought so. Anyway, if you see a female two-legs walking around with a male two-legs, you can guarantee that they’re in love. Always. It's a fact of life, you know."
"How would YOU know?" I demanded. "You're a squirrel!" Then something struck me. "And I've gone mad for understanding what you're saying," I muttered to myself.
The extremely gregarious squirrel had heard, but he didn't seem to mind.
"'Course you're not," it told me. "Plenty of two-legs can. All of 'em have either pointy ears or pointy eyes. Your boy can, for example, and his ears are pointy. Your eyes are pointy, and here you and I are, having a very good conversation. So there you have it."
"He's not my boyfriend," I snapped, and reached for my bag. I guess Chance was right about the whole fairy thing. I didn't like it when someone else was right, unless they were thinking something along the lines of what I was thinking. I liked it less when it was Chance who was the one being right.
"Suit yourself," the squirrel muttered. "You'll fall for him eventually, you mark my words. They always do. That's another fact of life, you know." I rolled my eyes and ignored the squirrel. Obviously, this creature didn't know what real facts of life were.
Then I heard a rustle in the bushes. I glanced up and froze. It was a wolf- big, grey-brown, and snarling at me, its hackles raised and its teeth bared.
Well, I give up. I really want to post it, so I'm going to. So here it is.
There once was a girl whose name was Makenna. Yes, that's me. Anyway, I was raised on the outskirts of a town, near a forest. I had no friends. I learned my letters and numbers from my dad, because girls weren't allowed to go school. My mom died when I was a kid, but my older sister helped with all the girly stuff when I needed it. She's twelve years older than me. There are four brothers in between us. We're not that close-I'm closer to my brothers than her, so I picked up tactics from them.
I was a very determined explorer when I was a kid, according to my dad. He always had to let Shana, my sister, do the cooking and cleaning because I would only listen to him telling me not to run off, and I would only actually stay put if he kept both eyes on me at all times.
I grew up playacting constantly. When I wasn't pretending to be a Damsel in Distress for my brothers, I was reading about the heroes my brothers portrayed from the many books my mother had left behind. One day, I got fed up with the damsel act and having to wail, "Help! The dragon will eat me!!" for the millionth time, so I picked up a stick shaped like the ones the boys were using as swords, and I jabbed at Kedak, who was the dragon, banged Purcil in the stomach-he was the wizard- and pranced back to the cottage without Prince Jacane and his noble steed Aquan, laughing as I went, with the cries begging for my return in my ears, which I ignored.
That was all years ago.
Now I am sixteen, Kedak is 18, Purcil is 20, Jacane and Aquan, the twins, are both 24, and Shana is 28. I have to help her with the cooking and cleaning, though I hated it. Shana had to threaten me with curses in order to get me to even clean my own room.
But one day, I woke up and everyone- Shana, the twins, Purcil, Kedak, even my dad- they were all gone.
I wandered into the kitchen, but there was no note, no sign, nothing pointing to where they had gone. Just as I had returned from changing into some proper clothes, with every intent to go and rescue my family, I found a note on the table in clean white parchment that definitely hadn't been there before.
*you can't read this part-it's in the Dwarfish Runes. I'm typing it up anyway*
Dear Makenna:
I have your family in the forest. You will come and find them within seven days or risk their death. You will find them in the big castle in the middle of the forest. Do not try to fool me; I know of your powers. I look forward to seeing you.
Tamge the Wizard
I stared at the note. Obviously I couldn't read it, but somehow I knew they were in the forest. I grabbed as much food as my bag could carry and walked out, sturdy boots on my feet. Although I'd never been allowed to enter the forest, I was sure I could handle whatever it threw at me. Somehow, as soon as I entered, it felt like home.
That first morning was when I met one of my travel companions. We walked right into each other, frankly speaking. As I stumbled back, I glared at the tall, handsome stranger. Dark curls were cropped close to his head, and he was glaring down the four-inch gap between our heights with slanted, disdainful yellow-brown eyes.
"Watch where you're going," he barked. "I'm in a hurry.
Growing up with four brothers had taught me the hard way that you could only counter a bark in two ways: another bark, or a snarl. I picked a snarl. It usually took boys off guard to see that a girl could fight.
"Well, so am I," I snapped. "So maybe YOU should look where YOU'RE going. Haven't you ever heard of ladies first?"
"No, and you wouldn't count if I had," he retorted. I noticed he had pointy ears- he was an elf. "You're too poorly dressed to be counted as a noble in any place other than your imagination. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a family to rescue." He began to storm away.
"Well, so do I," I hollered at his retreating back. The elf hesitated, then turned.
"When were they taken?" he demanded urgently.
"Last night, I presume," I said. "They weren't here this morning and they were definitely all there last night. Even the twins.”
"Strange," he muttered.
"Why?" I wondered. "Was that when your family was taken?"
"Yes," he replied. "And did you get a note written in the runes?"
"I don't know what it was written in, but it wasn't normal writing," I said, and showed him the note I'd gotten.
Glancing at it, the elf said, "Yeah, that's just like mine. We have seven days to get our families back."
"So do you want to team up?" I asked. "What is your name, anyway? Or do elves not have names?" I added, with a touch of irritation.
"Chance," he told me gruffly.
"Really?" I asked.
"Yes," he said. "And you're Makenna. I saw it on the note," he added, before I could ask how he'd learned my name.
"So do you want to team up?" I repeated. "You probably know the forest better than I do."
"You were born in the forest," Chance said. "You know it as well as me."
"I wasn't," I contradicted him. "And I was never allowed in here until now." I didn't add that the woods had felt like home the second I'd entered.
"You were," Chance retorted. "Your eyes are slanted and purple. Only fairies have purple eyes, and only forest-born people have slanted eyes. Fairies can only be born in the forest. The human-sized kind, anyway. The kind who-"
"Don't have wings and only have minimal magic, I know," I rattled off. I had seen it in one of my mom's old books. "But I'm not a fairy."
"Yes, you are," Chance argued. "you just haven't shown your powers yet. Most don't until they're about sixteen."
"Right," I said disbelievingly. "But that's off the point. Two heads are better than one, especially in my case. I understand the forest about as well as the reasons why I got my first monthly."
"Excuse me?" Chance said.
"Never mind," said hastily, embarrassed about my slip up. "So what do you say?"
"I work alone," Chance said.
"Well, fine then," I said and began to storm off.
"Oh, all right," Chance sighed, his voice calling me back like I had called him a few moments before. "Just don't get us both killed, all right?"
"Okay," I agreed cheerfully.
So began our journey. Chance seemed to know where everything was, although whenever I tried to start a conversation with him, he remained obstinately close-lipped. On the second morning, the morning after we'd met, my powers began to show. I was woken by the fast-paced chattering of a squirrel.
"Makenna, Makenna, Makenna, Makenna," it said in one breath. As I opened my eyes, it said, "Oh, good. You're awake. You two-legs always sleep like boulders." I stared at the creature in sleepiness, trying to make sense of my surroundings. "Anyway," it jabbered on, "your boyfriend wants me to tell you that he's gone to get food."
"Chance isn't my boyfriend," I told the squirrel.
"Of course he is," the squirrel chattered. "We ARE talking about the same bloke, right? Dark hair, tall, pointy ears? Thought so. Anyway, if you see a female two-legs walking around with a male two-legs, you can guarantee that they’re in love. Always. It's a fact of life, you know."
"How would YOU know?" I demanded. "You're a squirrel!" Then something struck me. "And I've gone mad for understanding what you're saying," I muttered to myself.
The extremely gregarious squirrel had heard, but he didn't seem to mind.
"'Course you're not," it told me. "Plenty of two-legs can. All of 'em have either pointy ears or pointy eyes. Your boy can, for example, and his ears are pointy. Your eyes are pointy, and here you and I are, having a very good conversation. So there you have it."
"He's not my boyfriend," I snapped, and reached for my bag. I guess Chance was right about the whole fairy thing. I didn't like it when someone else was right, unless they were thinking something along the lines of what I was thinking. I liked it less when it was Chance who was the one being right.
"Suit yourself," the squirrel muttered. "You'll fall for him eventually, you mark my words. They always do. That's another fact of life, you know." I rolled my eyes and ignored the squirrel. Obviously, this creature didn't know what real facts of life were.
Then I heard a rustle in the bushes. I glanced up and froze. It was a wolf- big, grey-brown, and snarling at me, its hackles raised and its teeth bared.
there has to be some inter-college telepathy
This is so weird.
My brother got into college a few weeks ago. Yesterday, he got into another one. A little while ago, I logged into my email and I found that I had received my first "Why We Think That Our College Is Right For You" emails. Not only that, there's not only one, but three. Yes, three. Three colleges have emailed me a year and a half before I am even going to consider applying and have tried to recruit me. One is in Virginia, one is in Vermont, and one is in Illinois.
The day after my brother got into college. There has to be some sort of telepathy going on, I swear. They must be like, "oh, that kid's sibling got into their second college, time for us to try to recruit them." I'm not kidding. I don't know what it is, but it scares me.
I'm not ready to start considering colleges. I admit, I have perused some of my brother's "We'll Sound Official And Tell You The Facts About A Lot Of Colleges That You'll Never Go To Because You Do Not Have That Much Time In Your Life" books, but still. I haven't really considered the matter of where I want to go to college. In all honesty, it kind of scares me. I'm totally ready to move out, don't get me wrong. It's just it's a really big decision and I don't want to fudge it, but on the other hand, I don't want to think about it just yet.
I always thought that college was a million years in the future, but suddenly, it isn't. A million years has suddenly managed to shrink itself into two and a half. AIEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
My brother got into college a few weeks ago. Yesterday, he got into another one. A little while ago, I logged into my email and I found that I had received my first "Why We Think That Our College Is Right For You" emails. Not only that, there's not only one, but three. Yes, three. Three colleges have emailed me a year and a half before I am even going to consider applying and have tried to recruit me. One is in Virginia, one is in Vermont, and one is in Illinois.
The day after my brother got into college. There has to be some sort of telepathy going on, I swear. They must be like, "oh, that kid's sibling got into their second college, time for us to try to recruit them." I'm not kidding. I don't know what it is, but it scares me.
I'm not ready to start considering colleges. I admit, I have perused some of my brother's "We'll Sound Official And Tell You The Facts About A Lot Of Colleges That You'll Never Go To Because You Do Not Have That Much Time In Your Life" books, but still. I haven't really considered the matter of where I want to go to college. In all honesty, it kind of scares me. I'm totally ready to move out, don't get me wrong. It's just it's a really big decision and I don't want to fudge it, but on the other hand, I don't want to think about it just yet.
I always thought that college was a million years in the future, but suddenly, it isn't. A million years has suddenly managed to shrink itself into two and a half. AIEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
argh
I admit, I'm really lame. I got the fourth book of the "Protectors of the Small" series (It's called "Lady Knight", in case you were wondering), but that's not the lame bit. The lame bit is that I read ahead to the Epilouge and I was NOT happy with the guy that Tamora Pierce hints that Kel ends up with. I LIKED Cleon. He was a bit of a jerkface at some points, yes, but he was COOL. Okay, I admit, I'm not even fifty pages in yet, so I don't know whether Cleon dies or not, or something. But if Cleon dies or cheats on Kel and she finds out, then it's okay for her to start liking the other guy. But ONLY then. And yes, I WILL throw the book across the room or whack my brother over the head with it (or do some other crazy thing like that) if either of those events occur, because Cleon isn't that big of a jerk. He just treats Kel like more of a girl than the rest of the boys. But still. I liked him. Oh, well. I'll just have to read pages 38 through 407 and actually figure out what actually happens.
Wow. I just realized that I've had this blog for almost a year. Is that actually possible? There are very few things that I've continued with for over a year: 1. staying alive 2. acting 3. knitting 4. singing 5. reading 6. talking 7. writing 8. typing 9. tae kwon do 10. wearing hats 11. Girl Scouts
Okay, that's more than I expected. But still. There could be a lot more.
Okay, I have to go now.
Wow. I just realized that I've had this blog for almost a year. Is that actually possible? There are very few things that I've continued with for over a year: 1. staying alive 2. acting 3. knitting 4. singing 5. reading 6. talking 7. writing 8. typing 9. tae kwon do 10. wearing hats 11. Girl Scouts
Okay, that's more than I expected. But still. There could be a lot more.
Okay, I have to go now.
Friday, January 29, 2010
FRIDAY!!!!!!
It's FRIDAY! Hooray! I am SUPER psyched about this, because it means the WEEKEND is coming up, which means I can actually sleep. Trust high school to teach you the value of a good sleep.
I'll also be able to talk to my friend on the phone. So what? You say. So I tell you that she lives in Australia and I have not seen her in almost two years. Before that, she was one of my best friends. Yes, I miss her. Yes, I am SUPER psyched about talking to her.
In other news, I am FINALLY going to have a voice lesson today, after two and a half months of not having one. So that is super exciting, except for the part where I can not find the book we usually use during my voice lessons... eep! Anyhoo, it'll be cool to see my voice teacher again. I hope I can actually find the book, because it would really stink if I could not. I will have to work on one of the (multiple) guy's solos in the Shrek book, which won't work, because they're all WAY too high. Okay, not WAY too high. But they're definitely up there. And it's annoying. I love the songs, but the fact that they're all taken up the octave is kind of annoying. And I don't think my voice teacher knows any of the songs from Shrek the Musical anyway.
I'll also be able to talk to my friend on the phone. So what? You say. So I tell you that she lives in Australia and I have not seen her in almost two years. Before that, she was one of my best friends. Yes, I miss her. Yes, I am SUPER psyched about talking to her.
In other news, I am FINALLY going to have a voice lesson today, after two and a half months of not having one. So that is super exciting, except for the part where I can not find the book we usually use during my voice lessons... eep! Anyhoo, it'll be cool to see my voice teacher again. I hope I can actually find the book, because it would really stink if I could not. I will have to work on one of the (multiple) guy's solos in the Shrek book, which won't work, because they're all WAY too high. Okay, not WAY too high. But they're definitely up there. And it's annoying. I love the songs, but the fact that they're all taken up the octave is kind of annoying. And I don't think my voice teacher knows any of the songs from Shrek the Musical anyway.
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
new phone!
Well, in a sort of random enterprise on my mom's part, I now have a new cell phone. My brother's phone broke, and I guess they went to get a new one, and cashed in on that whole have-a-phone-for-2-years-and-we-will-give-you-a-free-phone thing on his, and somehow we both got new phones. I'm not complaining. Well, I sort of am. I liked my old phone. But I also like the new phone. It'll just be hard to adjust to having a keyboard on the phone, because my old one didn't have one. So I'm going to have to adjust to having the letters in a totally different place on a phone than normal. But I like the new phone, though. It's got a touch screen. And it's blue, which is my favorite color. And it's NEW, which is the thing I like most. I've dropped my old phone countless times, at which point the battery fell out, so both the phone and the battery are kind of beaten up.
It's kind of awkward, though, because I charged my old phone last night, not knowing I was going to get a new one, so I still had full battery when I got the new phone.
My mom just randomly texted me this afternoon and was like, "So, do you want a new phone?" So I said okay, and now I have a new cell phone. Hooray!
It's kind of awkward, though, because I charged my old phone last night, not knowing I was going to get a new one, so I still had full battery when I got the new phone.
My mom just randomly texted me this afternoon and was like, "So, do you want a new phone?" So I said okay, and now I have a new cell phone. Hooray!
Another story.....
Well, I started a story in English/ Creative Writing a few days ago, but I'm not posting it yet. Why? Because I don't want to post it until it is done, because I do not know where it is going. That and the fact that I often edit stuff when the story goes from paper to screen, so it would just be confusing for me. So that is why I am not posting the story just yet. But I like it. Yes, there are magical creatures in it. Yes, there is romance (sort of, anyway). Yes, it involves people going on quests for other people. But, on the other hand, there is a girl as the main character. How many times has that happened in my stories? Oh, I do not know, maybe the main character is a girl in EVERY ONE OF MY STORIES. Why might that be? Oh, right. I'm a girl. I know that there are a lot of female authors who can easily do a guy as the main character, but I'm not one of them. I don't understand a guy's brain enough to do that. I know that guys are people too, but when they're at my age, they count as an entirely different species. In other news, I have to go to class soon. But I'm going to stay here for a little while longer because I don't have to go just yet. I love free blocks. But I'll have to leave soon because my TA actually has a class.
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Poo
Today's the REAL last day of the musical, because today's when we break down the sets and bring home all the props that we brought in in the first place. It's probably going to be really depressing. Like when all the crew of "Lord of the Rings" had to burn all the extra elf ears and the unused film and stuff at the end of "Return of the King." I don't know whether I want to go or not, even though I have to. It's probably just going to be depressing. On the other hand, people who haven't signed my jeans can sign them. Surprisingly, there are a few people who haven't. So they'll be able to do that. But that's probably going to be the only cheerful bit about the entire enterprise.
Well, yesterday I went to Tae Kwon Do for the first time in ages, and it was harder than I remembered. It's probably because I'm way out of shape. And because I was the only girl. And the only one who didn't speak fluent Korean. It was kind of fun, though. When I wasn't about to barf up my guts because I was so tired. But other than that, it was nice to be back. Well, that and the part where we had to do these sitting-in-horse-stance exercises in warm ups that are the sole reason that my thighs are currently about to die. But it really was nice to be back. I'm probably going to enjoy Thursday more because that's when all my friends go. So it'll be nice.
And now I have to go break stuff. :(. Bye.
Well, yesterday I went to Tae Kwon Do for the first time in ages, and it was harder than I remembered. It's probably because I'm way out of shape. And because I was the only girl. And the only one who didn't speak fluent Korean. It was kind of fun, though. When I wasn't about to barf up my guts because I was so tired. But other than that, it was nice to be back. Well, that and the part where we had to do these sitting-in-horse-stance exercises in warm ups that are the sole reason that my thighs are currently about to die. But it really was nice to be back. I'm probably going to enjoy Thursday more because that's when all my friends go. So it'll be nice.
And now I have to go break stuff. :(. Bye.
Sunday, January 24, 2010
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I really don't want to go to school tomorrow. I don't want to have to wake up at seven ten to go half fall asleep in chemistry, even if I DID do my homework. I really don't want to take an 8:20 next year, but I'm probably going to have to if I'm going to be able to take all the classes I want to take and have a free block so I can finish my homework before midnight during musical season. I'm probably going to go through high school with at least one free block each year. My TA suggested doing independent study, but that would take the fun out of some of the classes. Like I enjoy creative writing because of the peer critique and such, and how you can do a bigger variety of stuff with three people than you can when there's just you. So I don't know. I'll probably talk to my TA about it when we have to submit the course request forms, because then I'll have an excuse to be thinking about classes for next year. It's defenitely an option, though. I really don't know what I want to do. I'm too tired to want to think about it. The worst thing about the tail end of a show is the cast party. Although it's usually fun and sweet and stuff, you're always tired afterwards from staying up until two in the morning and then having to wake up and go to church or something.
On the other hand, the musical photos are on Facebook now. Hooray!
On the other hand, the musical photos are on Facebook now. Hooray!
Kidnap! Romance! Tap dancing!
Well, that should have been the title of one of the earlier summaries of the musical, which is now, sadly, over. Well, not technically. We officially finish on Tuesday, which is when everyone turns in their scripts and such. But still. It's pretty much over. Although I didn't hugely enjoy tap dancing till the cows came home, I'll still miss it. The thing I'll miss most is hanging out with the SUPER awesome cast and being onstage. I will NOT miss the makeup and the hair and everything. I honestly look like a raccoon in stage makeup. I'm not kidding. It's because of the eyeliner, I think. My eyeliner pencil is terrible, so it gives a really thick line, and I had to put it on the top and the bottom of my eye, so it never fully comes off, which is the most annoying thing ever. I also found out something about one of my friends that I'm not saying for his privacy, but it was kind of awkward when I found out. Even though I sort of kind of already guessed... nevermind.
Last night was the best night ever because on my friend's solo during "Forget about the Boy," she was supposed to sing "Barney Schriver, CPA," (not sure if I spelled that right), but instead she did the name of our director/ chorus teacher, Chorus Guy! It was officially the best thing in the world.
We do quotes for each person every year for the musical. Like, the director or someone writes down something that the person said (or sang) that really describes them on a piece of paper folded into a fortune cookie and stuffed into a miniature Chinese take-out box or something like that (that's what we got this year, anyway), and then at the cast party everyone gets their quotes. Anyway, the director did some explaining before he gave some of the quotes, like mine. For mine, his explination was that apparently I have a lot of potential and I'm super active in the musical/ drama department (which is sort of true), so my quote was my second line: "this one, you'll want to see," because apparently I'm going to be going places. Something like that, anyway. I thought it was sort of sweet. And everyone was like, "awwww," when he said it.
So now I have to go do the inevitable: homework. Groan.
Last night was the best night ever because on my friend's solo during "Forget about the Boy," she was supposed to sing "Barney Schriver, CPA," (not sure if I spelled that right), but instead she did the name of our director/ chorus teacher, Chorus Guy! It was officially the best thing in the world.
We do quotes for each person every year for the musical. Like, the director or someone writes down something that the person said (or sang) that really describes them on a piece of paper folded into a fortune cookie and stuffed into a miniature Chinese take-out box or something like that (that's what we got this year, anyway), and then at the cast party everyone gets their quotes. Anyway, the director did some explaining before he gave some of the quotes, like mine. For mine, his explination was that apparently I have a lot of potential and I'm super active in the musical/ drama department (which is sort of true), so my quote was my second line: "this one, you'll want to see," because apparently I'm going to be going places. Something like that, anyway. I thought it was sort of sweet. And everyone was like, "awwww," when he said it.
So now I have to go do the inevitable: homework. Groan.
Saturday, January 23, 2010
hooray!
Well, I've gotten the first set of annoying bits for my Gold Award out of the way. The first set of annoying bits for my Gold Award includes figuring out whether the Girl Scout insurance covers martial arts (which it does) and getting a sponsor (which has happened). Now comes the next set of annoying bits: getting together with the sponsor to work out a plan and getting her to write the letter of reccomendation that I have to send in with my project application. That should be easy. The hard part is figuring out a time and place for us to meet so we can discuss it. I'm SUPER psyched that I actually have a sponsor. I wasn't sure whether I was going to be able to get one, honestly. Well, actually, I wasn't sure whether I would be able to do this particular project, because I wasn't sure whether the girl scout insurance would cover martial arts, because there was nothing in the Official Girl Scout Safety Book (no, that's not its actual title) about martial arts. So that's all well and good. Hooray!
So anyway, closing night for the musical is tonight. I'm not sure whether to be happy or sad because of this. I'll be happy because I'll finally be liberated from having two-to-five hour rehearsals five to six days a week. On the other hand, it's been quite fun. Okay, learning the tap dancing was hard and kind of miserable. But once I actually LEARNED the stuff, it was quite fun. Even though my feet hurt a lot. But still, it was worth it.
So anyway, closing night for the musical is tonight. I'm not sure whether to be happy or sad because of this. I'll be happy because I'll finally be liberated from having two-to-five hour rehearsals five to six days a week. On the other hand, it's been quite fun. Okay, learning the tap dancing was hard and kind of miserable. But once I actually LEARNED the stuff, it was quite fun. Even though my feet hurt a lot. But still, it was worth it.
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