So... Twelve days of high school left, and I will be attending ISU in the fall. My mother is dead-set against me having an apartment, and there is no housing to be found.
The truth is, ISU is the better school for what I want to study.
I just always wanted to get out of this place. I think it's an integral part of the college experience. I was afraid to leave, yes. But I'm more afraid to stay.
Afraid of what? you ask. Afraid... I'll never see my limits.
Prom last night. I had fun, even though everyone else thought it was boring. Nate was probably my favorite dance-date ever, and we looked awesome. Pictures to follow! =)
My after-prom party was small and kind of boring. I fell asleep around 2 a.m. - though Sarah informs me that people continued to talk to me long after that... and she claims I responded...
200 Cigarettes is a great movie... Does anyone remember seeing David Foster at Prom?...
Oh, and I have no housing for next year at UIC, so... I have three days to find an apartment, or I go to ISU.
So... failing pre-calc. Not so much in the "good" column...
Being hosted by blogspot, which I consider a personal failure. It's just temporary until the five elements buy a domain together. Or possibly the six... whatever.
Stress. Graduation. Prom. And in my free time, disseminating the gospel of the Sims.
BoronNarratives for the past two days are much more entertaining than my posts, so go read them.
Yesterday's idiocy: 1.) Mistook pack of gum for bottle of mocha frap. and shook vigorously. 2.) Instead of typical expletives, at one point I muttered, "Oh, lick!"
Today's idiocy: 1.) Confused peroxide with facial astringent. Haha. 2.) Mistook Rebecca Reeser for Ali Wells. (Apologies to both of them.)
Fiddler on the Roof went pretty well last night. We had a big audience, considering that it was the Thursday night performance and there was next to no publicity. Just goes to show you that big cast = big audience, regardless of advertising or quality of production. Tim Holbrook stood in for T.J. Turner as Perchik, one of the Klawitters replaced Whitney as one of the younger daughters, Patrick Turner took Evan Savage's Sasha and Dream solo, and Megan Dougherty now has Katie Pacilio's Rumor Solo indefinitely.
I think the Dream went really well last night. =) I got a lot of applause. I was pretty much on beat with the Orchestra, though certainly not flawless. The chase looked good, the fog was... okay... Apparently I was so loud they shut off not only my mic but the choir mics as well. I was probably the only person Thetard was nice to last night, and even I got the "Act II sucked tonight, your audience deserved so much better!"
And in case you were wondering, the Tape Movement was a big success.
You really had to be there. Smash needed a handout from Clesson, and she raised her hand. She waved her arms around. She flailed. She frowned. Clesson still didn't see her. "Anyone else? Anyone else? OK... Moving on..." Smash slammed herself onto the table. Shouldn't be as funny as it is. Maybe I'm tired.
I'm pretty sure there's something I should be doing for CW right now... I just don't know what it is...
Clesson told me she's been worried about me. I told her all that was going on with me. She asked me if basically the worst was over...
The worst is over. That's what I told her, and I hope it's true. My future is finally decided, that should count for something. That should mean some peace of mind. All I have to do is finish two plays, go to Prom, graduate from high school, run a theatre company, hold an internship and a job, and move away from home. The worst is over. Or it will be soon. Then I just have that vague oblivion known as the rest of my life to contend with.
In the meantime, I wrote an Ode to Coffee, and here it is:
Saturday I hung out with Dan, had practice, hung out at Katie's, then went home and played Stoner Guardian Angel for my little brother and his friends.
Sunday I worked on homework. Mostly with Allison and Michelle. Poor us. Praise Chelle for her poster skills. Then I couldn't sleep. Ended up sleeping 5:00-7:30. Tech week starts today. I am so going to die.
Today my handwriting is ginormous and everything is really, really, really, funny. You know there's something wrong when you get this much amusement from other people's inside jokes.
We went to Bagelman's this morning. Aaron tagged along. He is so cool. Unfortunately, the Bagel Guy was not there. Dammit. Going to write an allegory now. I hate allegories.
Practice tonight was pretty cool. I think Adam is going to be really awesome to work with. As long as the groupies can refrain from sexually harassing him. Too much.
Tonight when I came home, my mom announced that she bought me a cell phone.
Besides being shocked (that came out of nowhere), I'm psyched to have unlimited calling between 9 pm and 7 am. I only get something like 100 minutes per month during the daytime, so no one is allowed to call me unless it's after 9 pm, because I get billed for incoming as well as outgoing calls... but still, it's kind of nifty...
You know what is just the antithesis of nifty, though? The fact that for some reason, acoustic life and blogger never seem to be both running properly at the same time!!! Frustrating!!!
Trying to write a Research Nightmare (translation: paper.) Damn English. Damn government.
Had a student teacher in pre-calc. Everything went whooosh! (translation: over my head/in one ear and out the other.) Not his fault.
Feel really drained. Kind of like an empty toothpaste tube that's been rolled up to the very end and does not contain even the remnants of toothpaste anymore. Feel like crawling into a hole and dying. Instead, have rehearsals. It would all be fine if I didn't have to write the nightmare or do math homework.
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