I've never gotten overly excited for Halloween. In the past couple of years it's just been an occasion for me to dig out some weird clothes and take candy from strangers. But tomorrow- tomorrow I am going all out.
I found a very old My Little Pony costume in the basement today. Skinny Me wore it seven or eight years ago, I think. To celebrate my love for the series My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, I'll be going to school in full pony gear. It's amazing what The Management can do with a sweatsuit and a hot glue gun. This thing is magnificent, and it's stayed in great shape.
Tomorrow also kicks of the dreaded Tech Week. Personally, I've always loved the craziness of dress rehearsals and Tech Day and all that. I love nothing more than sitting in a dark, cold theater for hours and hours with people I love. Especially when there's food involved- everyone seems to make their best baked goods during Tech week. I love that.
But there are some down sides, too. No homework will be done. No sleep will be gotten. No sanity will remain. That's what happens when it's Theater Magic season, though. It comes with the territory.
Just a thought: I haven't done any "professional" theater for two years. Most of the other area actors who are my age do nothing but Omaha theater year-round. They get awards for that kind of stuff. I can't do theater outside of school- all of the good shows are at the same time as school shows. And you know what? I would much rather be making Theater Magic on the best high school stage in the city with the people I love than in some big-shot theater where no one sings Madonna songs.
And that's the daily rant.
Happy Halloween, y'all.
Sunday, October 30, 2011
Saturday, October 29, 2011
I Have Had Entirely Too Much Sleep And Don't Know What To Do With Myself
Sorry for the absence. There's been a lack of super interesting stuff going on in the past few days. I am sick with two ear infections and a rather bone-rattling cough. It is getting better, though.
A thought has popped into my mind just now about a pet peeve of mine. I really get annoyed by the overly-dubbed, overly-ornamented, adult-contemporary styled covers of super awesome Disney songs that play during the credits of super awesome Disney movies. They drive me NUTS.
I am feeling really gross now. There should be a law that requires people to shower at least once a day. Sometimes I am just too plain tired to do so, and the next day I suffer because of it. There's nothing worse to me than walking around with greasy hair. I don't mind it on other people, but I can't stand it on myself.
It feels like a Sunday.
A thought has popped into my mind just now about a pet peeve of mine. I really get annoyed by the overly-dubbed, overly-ornamented, adult-contemporary styled covers of super awesome Disney songs that play during the credits of super awesome Disney movies. They drive me NUTS.
I am feeling really gross now. There should be a law that requires people to shower at least once a day. Sometimes I am just too plain tired to do so, and the next day I suffer because of it. There's nothing worse to me than walking around with greasy hair. I don't mind it on other people, but I can't stand it on myself.
It feels like a Sunday.
Wednesday, October 26, 2011
I Can't Even Tell You...
...how infinitely much I love my pal Jumper.
The Nicknamer, The One That's Really Blonde, Miss Hannigan, and I went out tonight. There was a dance and we decided that the world deserved to see us tearing the place up. Anyway, we went and had a lovely time and my dearest of dears, Jumper, was there.
Oh-my-Lanta, I love that kid. He is the perfect friend. He is one of those people whom you can only be away from for about fifteen minutes. More than that and you start missing the crap out of him. This is because when Jumper walks into a room, everyone suddenly feels ten times better than before. He makes everyone want to jump for joy.
And the HUGS. Jumper gives the greatest hugs in the world. Hugging Jumper is a very comforting and reassuring experience. If I had a choice, I would probably be hugging Jumper for the rest of my days.
So tonight we danced. Bad Romance was the very last song played, and we sure did make a spectacle of it. I think he and I make a darn good team. We blew the roof off of that place. And now I want to do it AGAIN. And we will, but there are only so many more opportunities left-he graduates in the spring. Honestly I'm not quite sure what I am going to do after that. He is going to do great and wonderful and positively splendid things in The World, but I won't be hugging and dancing and making Theater Magic with him. And that makes me sad. But Jumper will come back, because once you enter Hogwarts School of Theater Magic you never truly leave.
Jumper, my dear, THANK YOU. There is more I could say, but I won't because I'm saving some of it for your birthday card.
The Nicknamer, The One That's Really Blonde, Miss Hannigan, and I went out tonight. There was a dance and we decided that the world deserved to see us tearing the place up. Anyway, we went and had a lovely time and my dearest of dears, Jumper, was there.
Oh-my-Lanta, I love that kid. He is the perfect friend. He is one of those people whom you can only be away from for about fifteen minutes. More than that and you start missing the crap out of him. This is because when Jumper walks into a room, everyone suddenly feels ten times better than before. He makes everyone want to jump for joy.
And the HUGS. Jumper gives the greatest hugs in the world. Hugging Jumper is a very comforting and reassuring experience. If I had a choice, I would probably be hugging Jumper for the rest of my days.
So tonight we danced. Bad Romance was the very last song played, and we sure did make a spectacle of it. I think he and I make a darn good team. We blew the roof off of that place. And now I want to do it AGAIN. And we will, but there are only so many more opportunities left-he graduates in the spring. Honestly I'm not quite sure what I am going to do after that. He is going to do great and wonderful and positively splendid things in The World, but I won't be hugging and dancing and making Theater Magic with him. And that makes me sad. But Jumper will come back, because once you enter Hogwarts School of Theater Magic you never truly leave.
Jumper, my dear, THANK YOU. There is more I could say, but I won't because I'm saving some of it for your birthday card.
Saturday, October 22, 2011
For Love of Moles
My Chemistry teacher is crazy. In a good way. She is a very loud and interesting human being. I usually think she's adorable, the only problem is that I never understand any of the words that come out of her mouth. I am not math-and-science oriented the way some people are.
Anyway, this woman- Mrs. Molesky, we shall call her, is rather obsessed with The Mole. For those of you who never took chemistry or don't remember any of it, a Mole is defined as
6.02 x 10^23 atoms' worth of a particular thing. Basically, it's a chemist's dozen. A molesworth of any element is equivalent to the atomic mass of that element. Whatever. I have probably made your brains hurt with all of that science information, so I'm just going to start talking about the party. Every year on October 23 (10^23, remember?), chemists celebrate Mole Day. I guess it's kind of a big deal.
As part of the festivities, Mrs. Molesky is having us make our own moles-the ugly, blind, underground-dwelling creatures-in the likeness of our favorite mole-related bad puns. As a Potterhead, I chose to go with Moledemort. De-Facto Mongolian Sweetheart and Suspicious Water Bottle both came over to have pizza and construct our little critters. Moledemort, Bob the ToMoletoe, and the NarMole all turned out fabulously. What a wonderful night it was, three friends sprawled on the living room floor, constructing small mammals in the name of science.
I love my life.
Anyway, this woman- Mrs. Molesky, we shall call her, is rather obsessed with The Mole. For those of you who never took chemistry or don't remember any of it, a Mole is defined as
6.02 x 10^23 atoms' worth of a particular thing. Basically, it's a chemist's dozen. A molesworth of any element is equivalent to the atomic mass of that element. Whatever. I have probably made your brains hurt with all of that science information, so I'm just going to start talking about the party. Every year on October 23 (10^23, remember?), chemists celebrate Mole Day. I guess it's kind of a big deal.
As part of the festivities, Mrs. Molesky is having us make our own moles-the ugly, blind, underground-dwelling creatures-in the likeness of our favorite mole-related bad puns. As a Potterhead, I chose to go with Moledemort. De-Facto Mongolian Sweetheart and Suspicious Water Bottle both came over to have pizza and construct our little critters. Moledemort, Bob the ToMoletoe, and the NarMole all turned out fabulously. What a wonderful night it was, three friends sprawled on the living room floor, constructing small mammals in the name of science.
I love my life.
Thursday, October 20, 2011
Two Days of Women: Day Two
This morning I got all snazzied up in my fancy clothes (I wore HEELS, guys-it was a big day) and went to school. Today was the day that the girls and I got to celebrate the Wonderful Women in our lives. Naturally I brought along The Management.
There are so many things I could say about this woman. But first, I'd like to thank her for going through all that trouble to bring me into the world. From what I saw during part of one Biology class (which was very little, as I left the room before I could pass out-epidurals are SUPER scary looking!) it was really awful and hard and full of a whole ton of unpleasantness. But I'm glad she did it, or else I wouldn't be here, blogging about how great she is.
As my mother, she has shaped pretty much everything about me. Because of her, no one has ever reprimanded my conduct or my manner of speaking or the way I tie my shoes. I was most definitely not raised in a barn. (Well, I kind of was. But not in the figurative sense-I spent a lot of my little teeny kid years in a barn. She taught me to ride a horse, too.)
She is strong, she is kind, she is wise, she is loving, she is loyal, she is helpful, and she works entirely too hard. The Management needs to take a break from managing things. But she doesn't. The poor woman never stops doing anything. She gives so much to everyone else in her life that she has very little of whatever it is (time, love, bubble baths, snacks) to herself. Maybe that is just called Being A Mother, but I have always thought of it as a quality unique to The Management. She is the most selfless woman I have ever known. She is also a friend. I know that if there is something that I want to talk about, or if we're in the car and I feel like rambling, she will be there to listen and talk with me, not AT me.
However, sometimes she makes me think there's something weird about the two of us. I talk to a lot of people who say that they legitimately do not get along with their mothers. And that is fine. But I will never understand why. I have been blessed to have a wonderful and supportive relationship with The Management, and even though we get on each other's nerves quite often there will never be a time when I actually dislike her. This is partially because I make it a policy not to hate anyone at all, ever- I love literally every single person on the planet. But it is also because I don't believe that anybody could ever not like The Management. Yes, she has a penchant for crabbiness. But that's really just part of her Teaching Persona. She will readily admit that, as a teacher, she is always very crabby. Honestly I don't think she really IS that crabby, but I'll let her go on thinking that.
There's a lot more I could tell you all. But I'm worried that you just want to go to bed, so I'll stop. And also, The Management might get annoyed with me if I keep going on and on about her- even if she deserves it.
So, dear mother-o-mine, if you are reading this...thank you. Thank you for everything. I would list it all out but I'm afraid I might accidentally forget something important. I love you, Mom.
There are so many things I could say about this woman. But first, I'd like to thank her for going through all that trouble to bring me into the world. From what I saw during part of one Biology class (which was very little, as I left the room before I could pass out-epidurals are SUPER scary looking!) it was really awful and hard and full of a whole ton of unpleasantness. But I'm glad she did it, or else I wouldn't be here, blogging about how great she is.
As my mother, she has shaped pretty much everything about me. Because of her, no one has ever reprimanded my conduct or my manner of speaking or the way I tie my shoes. I was most definitely not raised in a barn. (Well, I kind of was. But not in the figurative sense-I spent a lot of my little teeny kid years in a barn. She taught me to ride a horse, too.)
She is strong, she is kind, she is wise, she is loving, she is loyal, she is helpful, and she works entirely too hard. The Management needs to take a break from managing things. But she doesn't. The poor woman never stops doing anything. She gives so much to everyone else in her life that she has very little of whatever it is (time, love, bubble baths, snacks) to herself. Maybe that is just called Being A Mother, but I have always thought of it as a quality unique to The Management. She is the most selfless woman I have ever known. She is also a friend. I know that if there is something that I want to talk about, or if we're in the car and I feel like rambling, she will be there to listen and talk with me, not AT me.
However, sometimes she makes me think there's something weird about the two of us. I talk to a lot of people who say that they legitimately do not get along with their mothers. And that is fine. But I will never understand why. I have been blessed to have a wonderful and supportive relationship with The Management, and even though we get on each other's nerves quite often there will never be a time when I actually dislike her. This is partially because I make it a policy not to hate anyone at all, ever- I love literally every single person on the planet. But it is also because I don't believe that anybody could ever not like The Management. Yes, she has a penchant for crabbiness. But that's really just part of her Teaching Persona. She will readily admit that, as a teacher, she is always very crabby. Honestly I don't think she really IS that crabby, but I'll let her go on thinking that.
There's a lot more I could tell you all. But I'm worried that you just want to go to bed, so I'll stop. And also, The Management might get annoyed with me if I keep going on and on about her- even if she deserves it.
So, dear mother-o-mine, if you are reading this...thank you. Thank you for everything. I would list it all out but I'm afraid I might accidentally forget something important. I love you, Mom.
Wednesday, October 19, 2011
Two Days of Women:Day One
Today and tomorrow will be spent writing about women. Two specific women. Since tomorrow is a rather special day for the girls of Hogwarts (it celebrates the women who gave us life), I'll save my long list of why The Management is the most wonderful lady in the world for then. Today I am attempting to sing the praises of a woman known to me only as Ms. Moon.
When I first started this little site of mine (about seven months ago, I think), I came across a blog called Bless Our Hearts. I started reading...and read....and read...and I almost didn't stop. This woman, this writer, this blesser of hearts writes TWICE A DAY. I would love to get to the point where I had something wonderful to say even ONCE each day.
And the things Ms. Moon says are, indeed, wonderful. One day she is funny, the next serious; some days are spent blogging about her chickens, others about days gone by. And you know what? No matter what it is she feels like writing, when I read I am brought into that little Florida town and all of the sudden I am feeding those chickens and playing with that adorable little grandbaby of hers and I am looking at the human mind and asking Why? about so many things.
And yes, sometimes I cry.
Ms. Moon makes you think.
This woman is something else entirely. She is one of those people that I would love to sit down with, have tea or coffee or whatever, and just talk. Talk with her forever about the darndest things.
The funny thing is, I don't think she knows how cool she is. Oh well, the rest of us know.
So thanks, Ms. Moon, if you're reading this, for sharing so much of your life with us. Bless YOUR heart, my dear.
When I first started this little site of mine (about seven months ago, I think), I came across a blog called Bless Our Hearts. I started reading...and read....and read...and I almost didn't stop. This woman, this writer, this blesser of hearts writes TWICE A DAY. I would love to get to the point where I had something wonderful to say even ONCE each day.
And the things Ms. Moon says are, indeed, wonderful. One day she is funny, the next serious; some days are spent blogging about her chickens, others about days gone by. And you know what? No matter what it is she feels like writing, when I read I am brought into that little Florida town and all of the sudden I am feeding those chickens and playing with that adorable little grandbaby of hers and I am looking at the human mind and asking Why? about so many things.
And yes, sometimes I cry.
Ms. Moon makes you think.
This woman is something else entirely. She is one of those people that I would love to sit down with, have tea or coffee or whatever, and just talk. Talk with her forever about the darndest things.
The funny thing is, I don't think she knows how cool she is. Oh well, the rest of us know.
So thanks, Ms. Moon, if you're reading this, for sharing so much of your life with us. Bless YOUR heart, my dear.
Sunday, October 16, 2011
Dear Apple Cider,
Hi. It's your biggest fan speaking. I just wanted you to know that I never want you to leave. I know you're a seasonal drink, meant only for the fall and winter months. But I think we can make this relationship work. I love you, Apple Cider. You complete my chilly autumn mornings, as well as my hot summer days. Although I will always love coffee, there will be room for you in my heart forever.
When you disappear from store shelves in a few months, I will be terribly heartbroken. I don't rightly know what I will do without you. Warm apple juice just isn't the same. There is something special about you, Cider. You may not think so, but it's true.
Please make sure we have one last get together before you go away.
Warmly yours,
A Fall Beverage Enthusiast
When you disappear from store shelves in a few months, I will be terribly heartbroken. I don't rightly know what I will do without you. Warm apple juice just isn't the same. There is something special about you, Cider. You may not think so, but it's true.
Please make sure we have one last get together before you go away.
Warmly yours,
A Fall Beverage Enthusiast
Saturday, October 15, 2011
The Greatest Thing Ever...
...happened to me on Thursday.
This week marked the end of the quarter not only for those of us at Hogwarts but also for college students around the country. Many of last year's seniors are now home on Fall Break, and a few of them dropped by school early in the week to say hello. Their reappearances made the sadness of Trish being gone fresh again.
Let me make this clear: I have missed and missed and missed her every single minute of every single freaking day since she left in August. She (and all of My People, for that matter) is so much more than a good friend. I love love LOVE her. And it makes me sad all over again whenever I walk down what used to be their hallway and no one is sitting there.
So I was feeling pretty bummed out all week. Then Thursday came, and I just wanted to go home and sort out my life and write letters and sleep. I was still thinking about this halfway through Swing Choir-my seventh class of the day-when the door opened, and in came My Favorite Canadian, who happens to attend the same school as...wait...
And then, ladies and gentlemen, TRISH CAME THROUGH THE DOOR.
I feel really bad for everyone in the room with me and in the classroom below me, because I screamed and ran straight to them. And I shed some eye water. A lot, actually.
I had no idea they were coming. It was just the most wonderful surprise. I still haven't gotten over my excitement.
Both of them came to rehearsal, where Jessicaaaaa made her equally unexpected entrance. De-Facto Mongolian Sweetheart got pretty emotional when that happened-the two of them are like sisters. I didn't let Trish out of my sight the whole time because I was worried she'd disappear. But she didn't-the three of them stayed until halfway through rehearsal. I won't be seeing her for a while, I think. She and My Favorite Canadian are driving back tomorrow.
When I came home I got her letter telling me that she was coming. To be honest, I'm really glad it didn't come earlier. I rather like surprises, especially when they have red hair.
This week marked the end of the quarter not only for those of us at Hogwarts but also for college students around the country. Many of last year's seniors are now home on Fall Break, and a few of them dropped by school early in the week to say hello. Their reappearances made the sadness of Trish being gone fresh again.
Let me make this clear: I have missed and missed and missed her every single minute of every single freaking day since she left in August. She (and all of My People, for that matter) is so much more than a good friend. I love love LOVE her. And it makes me sad all over again whenever I walk down what used to be their hallway and no one is sitting there.
So I was feeling pretty bummed out all week. Then Thursday came, and I just wanted to go home and sort out my life and write letters and sleep. I was still thinking about this halfway through Swing Choir-my seventh class of the day-when the door opened, and in came My Favorite Canadian, who happens to attend the same school as...wait...
And then, ladies and gentlemen, TRISH CAME THROUGH THE DOOR.
I feel really bad for everyone in the room with me and in the classroom below me, because I screamed and ran straight to them. And I shed some eye water. A lot, actually.
I had no idea they were coming. It was just the most wonderful surprise. I still haven't gotten over my excitement.
Both of them came to rehearsal, where Jessicaaaaa made her equally unexpected entrance. De-Facto Mongolian Sweetheart got pretty emotional when that happened-the two of them are like sisters. I didn't let Trish out of my sight the whole time because I was worried she'd disappear. But she didn't-the three of them stayed until halfway through rehearsal. I won't be seeing her for a while, I think. She and My Favorite Canadian are driving back tomorrow.
When I came home I got her letter telling me that she was coming. To be honest, I'm really glad it didn't come earlier. I rather like surprises, especially when they have red hair.
Waiting...
I am coming at you live from a legitimate computer. I have commandeered The Management's laptop whilst I attempt to install the Almighty iCloud onto my dear buddy Gerard.
I fear The Cloud. Mostly because I'm still not quite sure what it is exactly, but also because I don't want to lose a whole quarter's worth of stuff. Also, I'm a little annoyed because Apple is forcing me to adopt the Cloud- if I don't update, I won't be able to do anything, basically. And I don't like being forced into doing things, even if I want to do them. The fact that I would be complying with The Man is enough to discourage me from taking any particular action.
Hold on. iTunes is telling me that the Cloud has decided to show mercy upon my technologically illiterate soul. It is restoring all of my apps and apparently has successfully backed up and updated Gerard. Wow.
Arthur Weasley said to "never trust anything that can think for itself if you can't see where it keeps its brain". Luckily I know precisely where this baby's hard drive is located. I consider myself prepared if The Cloud attempts to turn on me.
I fear The Cloud. Mostly because I'm still not quite sure what it is exactly, but also because I don't want to lose a whole quarter's worth of stuff. Also, I'm a little annoyed because Apple is forcing me to adopt the Cloud- if I don't update, I won't be able to do anything, basically. And I don't like being forced into doing things, even if I want to do them. The fact that I would be complying with The Man is enough to discourage me from taking any particular action.
Hold on. iTunes is telling me that the Cloud has decided to show mercy upon my technologically illiterate soul. It is restoring all of my apps and apparently has successfully backed up and updated Gerard. Wow.
Arthur Weasley said to "never trust anything that can think for itself if you can't see where it keeps its brain". Luckily I know precisely where this baby's hard drive is located. I consider myself prepared if The Cloud attempts to turn on me.
Monday, October 10, 2011
This Will Sound Insane
There are multiple people from Russia who repeatedly view this blog.
I find this wonderfully exciting.
Who are you, mysterious Russians? Do you have to translate these posts, or does the magical Interwebs do it for you? I am extremely curious about this subject.
In the words of Wilbur, "Please tell me where you are and if you are my friend". That's right, folks, at least I have ONE line memorized.
I find this wonderfully exciting.
Who are you, mysterious Russians? Do you have to translate these posts, or does the magical Interwebs do it for you? I am extremely curious about this subject.
In the words of Wilbur, "Please tell me where you are and if you are my friend". That's right, folks, at least I have ONE line memorized.
Sunday, October 9, 2011
I Can Die Now.
Well, maybe not. But I am generally content with my life and have done everything that was on my short list of To Do's. It was Homecoming.
The evening began interestingly enough; I had a false eyelashes catastrophe which called for the immediate assistance of FG. She provided the glue necessary to ensure that those babies weren't going anywhere, and she did all of my makeup. I went to the dance as Gaga, that's why I was getting so thoroughly blinged out. She let me borrow some sweet sunglasses and a long blonde wig. I must say, I looked pretty fabulous.
Pre-dance, I met Save Yourself, Heeners, The Nicknamer, and Chimo at the home of The One Who's Really Blonde. We had lasagna and cookies and walked over to the dance. There's nothing in the world like Homecoming at Hogwarts. Everyone dances, everyone dresses up, the music is loud and they always play the best songs. Tonight was the night that I accomplished my goal of dancing to "Bad Romance" with my dear Jumper. He is pretty much a unicorn. Another thing that made me pretty much shriek with joy was that they played "Like A Prayer" for the very last song. That one is kind-of-a-big-deal around Hogwarts. Jumper and I jammed out to that one as well.
Overall, a highly successful evening. I still can't hear anything, my feet may never function properly again, and I am an exhausted and sweaty mess, but I am also one of the happiest people in the world.
Thanks to StuCo for one heck of a #Homecoming.
The evening began interestingly enough; I had a false eyelashes catastrophe which called for the immediate assistance of FG. She provided the glue necessary to ensure that those babies weren't going anywhere, and she did all of my makeup. I went to the dance as Gaga, that's why I was getting so thoroughly blinged out. She let me borrow some sweet sunglasses and a long blonde wig. I must say, I looked pretty fabulous.
Pre-dance, I met Save Yourself, Heeners, The Nicknamer, and Chimo at the home of The One Who's Really Blonde. We had lasagna and cookies and walked over to the dance. There's nothing in the world like Homecoming at Hogwarts. Everyone dances, everyone dresses up, the music is loud and they always play the best songs. Tonight was the night that I accomplished my goal of dancing to "Bad Romance" with my dear Jumper. He is pretty much a unicorn. Another thing that made me pretty much shriek with joy was that they played "Like A Prayer" for the very last song. That one is kind-of-a-big-deal around Hogwarts. Jumper and I jammed out to that one as well.
Overall, a highly successful evening. I still can't hear anything, my feet may never function properly again, and I am an exhausted and sweaty mess, but I am also one of the happiest people in the world.
Thanks to StuCo for one heck of a #Homecoming.
Thursday, October 6, 2011
Cleaning Out The Closet Of My Mind
I'm pretty sure that's the title of a self-help book somewhere. But today I am using it to mark my "stream of consciousness" post. That might be the wrong phrase- all I'm doing is sharing all the miscellaneous bits of wonder that have happened over the course of the past few days.
I have worn two pairs of overalls, a mustache, a set of elephant ears, and one wedding dress.
I have successfully grasped the concept of The Mole.
I have spoken to people that I normally do not speak with. They are fantastically nice!
I have volunteered at a place that I love going back to every week.
I have seen old friends and laughed a lot.
I have experienced uncomfortable awkwardness around quite a few people.
I have sensed change.
I have heard music. (Congrats to Big Funny Kid, The Cat, Quiet Guy, and Musical Mastermind on an indescribably wonderful performance. They really are great.)
I have thought with anxiety about a lot of things.
I have thought with happiness about a few.
I have worn two pairs of overalls, a mustache, a set of elephant ears, and one wedding dress.
I have successfully grasped the concept of The Mole.
I have spoken to people that I normally do not speak with. They are fantastically nice!
I have volunteered at a place that I love going back to every week.
I have seen old friends and laughed a lot.
I have experienced uncomfortable awkwardness around quite a few people.
I have sensed change.
I have heard music. (Congrats to Big Funny Kid, The Cat, Quiet Guy, and Musical Mastermind on an indescribably wonderful performance. They really are great.)
I have thought with anxiety about a lot of things.
I have thought with happiness about a few.
Monday, October 3, 2011
Luigi
My overalls. I love them. I think I will wear them for the rest of my life.
I don't exactly feel the same way about the fake mustache I'm wearing.
I don't exactly feel the same way about the fake mustache I'm wearing.
Sunday, October 2, 2011
If You're Ever in Doubt...Find Something to Blog About
That didn't make sense. I just wanted to rhyme, okay? Deal with it.
I have finished the Overwhelmingly Evil And Confusing Project. Notecards included. The One Who's Really Blonde and I will rock this presentation on Dante. What is really unfortunate, though, is that I spent so much time worrying about making sure I had all of the project's required elements that I didn't get to really focus on Dante himself. I'm afraid that what little
information I've managed to absorb will fly away with the morning. (p.s. This project is
supposed to be about Renaissance Men- Dante was born in 1265. Not even close. Oh well, not my problem.)
The giant birthday bash for all of us kids was a success. Skinny Me made about ninety cupcakes, all of which are now gone. I could eat that raspberry buttercream with a spoon. Oh, and now I must learn to play the ukelele. FG and Company gave me a beautiful new one. I am counting on BFK to teach me.
Baby Carrot and I will be rocking our overalls at school tomorrow as Mario and Luigi. The first day of Homecoming Week at Hogwarts is always Twin Day. I'm extremely excited to find out what the rest of the week's themes are going to be.
I should finish reading Pride and Prejudice. I'm so glad we've finally moved on to the fun books in Brit Lit. I was cracking up for almost the entire class as we were discussing the first few chapters. Jane Austen is purely genius, plain and simple.
I'm off to explore the novel of manners. Goodnight, my dears.
I have finished the Overwhelmingly Evil And Confusing Project. Notecards included. The One Who's Really Blonde and I will rock this presentation on Dante. What is really unfortunate, though, is that I spent so much time worrying about making sure I had all of the project's required elements that I didn't get to really focus on Dante himself. I'm afraid that what little
information I've managed to absorb will fly away with the morning. (p.s. This project is
supposed to be about Renaissance Men- Dante was born in 1265. Not even close. Oh well, not my problem.)
The giant birthday bash for all of us kids was a success. Skinny Me made about ninety cupcakes, all of which are now gone. I could eat that raspberry buttercream with a spoon. Oh, and now I must learn to play the ukelele. FG and Company gave me a beautiful new one. I am counting on BFK to teach me.
Baby Carrot and I will be rocking our overalls at school tomorrow as Mario and Luigi. The first day of Homecoming Week at Hogwarts is always Twin Day. I'm extremely excited to find out what the rest of the week's themes are going to be.
I should finish reading Pride and Prejudice. I'm so glad we've finally moved on to the fun books in Brit Lit. I was cracking up for almost the entire class as we were discussing the first few chapters. Jane Austen is purely genius, plain and simple.
I'm off to explore the novel of manners. Goodnight, my dears.
Saturday, October 1, 2011
Journal Entry #510
Goodbye September.
It's been a really great month. I'm going to miss it. The months are going by so fast now- in just four months it will be a new year. Can you believe it? I most certainly cannot.
I love September. I love the first feeling of fall. I love the crunchy leaves beneath my feet and especially under my bike. When I'm out on the road I go out of my way to ride over the leaves that look especially crunchy. And as much as I say I hate it, deep down inside I love the weather that can't seem to make up its mind. Part of me was joyful in knowing that something out there was more unpredictable than me (or my writing style, for that matter).
Let us move on to October: decidedly cold weather, college football, Halloween and homecoming. This is the month that I sometimes forget. This and November are the ones that I tend to skip over. Both in a row.
-original journal entry on September 30, 2011
It's been a really great month. I'm going to miss it. The months are going by so fast now- in just four months it will be a new year. Can you believe it? I most certainly cannot.
I love September. I love the first feeling of fall. I love the crunchy leaves beneath my feet and especially under my bike. When I'm out on the road I go out of my way to ride over the leaves that look especially crunchy. And as much as I say I hate it, deep down inside I love the weather that can't seem to make up its mind. Part of me was joyful in knowing that something out there was more unpredictable than me (or my writing style, for that matter).
Let us move on to October: decidedly cold weather, college football, Halloween and homecoming. This is the month that I sometimes forget. This and November are the ones that I tend to skip over. Both in a row.
-original journal entry on September 30, 2011
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