Life Goes On

"...Every time you see them happy you remember how sad they're going to be. And it breaks your heart. Because what's the point in them being happy now if they're going to be sad later? The answer is, of course, because they are going to be sad later." -The Doctor, Doctor Who

Get your hopes up.

You Should All Be Jealous

Jealous of my family.

Me (to Suzie): I will hate you forever.

Suzie: Whyyyyy???

Mom: She doesn't hate you 'cause you're beautiful.

Me: *cracks up*

Suzie: I'm gonna go cry in a corner now...

And then we started singing songs about how beautiful 'you' are, and edited them to be derogatory.

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Mom: So you tested the cookies for poison, and you slid a row over?

Me: On accident...

Mom: You tested them on accident? *laughs*

Me: I slid them over on accident, geez! And the testing was quite purposeful; I even took two so that if they were poison, the effects would come on faster and we'd know sooner.

Mom: You took two to get results sooner? *facepalm*

We test cookies and other tasty things to make sure they're not poison, because it sure would be a shame if we shared them and they were poison and they killed people. Usually we assume the poison is slow, but I figured since we're sharing these this evening, I'd better test more to hopefully get poisoned faster so we'd know...

The Musical

We FIIIINALLY found out what the school musical is, after confusingness and stuff.

It's Annie! (Jr.) (which means abridged a lot a lot)

I don't know what songs they are leaving in or taking out, but I want a lead. I'm attention-starved and need validation.

Auditions in a couple of weeks. I must prepare.

Thanksgiving

Yesterday I played with a football (the American kind). No, I certainly didn't play football. I played with that football and had no idea what I was doing.

And I played sausage. All you say is sausage. Someone tries to make you laugh.
"How do you get your hair like that?"
"...Sausage."
"And those strange lumps?"
".........Sausage."
"Moriarty isn't a man, he's a..."
"Sausage!"

I also played Moods.

Good times with family. And alone.

Memoir Time

 Winter has come to Utah, (but soon will be gone) and snow covers the ground. This time of year always gets me thinking about one of my first experiences with snow . . .

Once upon a time, there was a little girl named me. Both my mother and father had a job, so since I was not yet in school, I would go to daycare every day. In the fall we would play on the playground, and on special days in October or November, the adults would rake up the leaves from the great big trees outside into a great big pile, and the children would take turns jumping into the pile. Being but wee lads and lassies, the pile seemed all the larger to the us, and it was great fun for all.

But when all the leaves had fallen, been raked, jumped in, and disposed of, autumn came to a close and winter arrived. And with it came snow. I was but three or four years old, and snow was a wonderful thing, a thing of which I had little recollection. On the first day of daycare and snow, I couldn't wait to play outside. All of the children were restless, and when we got the opportunity to play outside, we all ran out to turn a smooth white blanket into something not so smooth. (yeah, I don't know what to do with that sentence)

Though this seemed my first experience with snow, I was glad to have an all-knowing and wise sister of five or six years old who, before going to school that morning, had taught me how to make a snow-angel. I made snow angels all over that lawn, or at least three. After our recess was over, the children went inside to stop snow off of boots and remove coats. I didn't have any snow-pants and my regular pants were soaked, but I didn't care. I had had some amazing fun, and I regretted nothing. But  then the lady who ran the daycare, Mrs. Incharge, I shall call her, came up to me.

"Your pants are soaking!" She said.

I looked at my pants. Yes, they were.

"You look like you've wet your pants."

(I can't remember if that's actually what she said, but it was something along those lines, and typing it up, I see that that was an extremely immature thing for Mrs. Incharge to say)

Being three, I was recently potty-trained, and I quite resented that statement. I had been working hard, and did not deserve to be accused of something I didn't do. I was downright offended! I explained to her that I had been playing in the snow, and it was water, not pee, covering my pants. I was insistent that she understand that I was perfectly continent. She knew I was wet because of the snow, but she kept saying that I looked like I had peed my pants, and if I wanted to play in the snow I had to wear snow-pants.

Thus ends the tale of why I wear snow-pants.

Shakespeare Festival

I went to Shakespeare Festival. And I have no awesome pictures to show you, but if Austin will send me some derp pictures he took of me, I will be happy to share with you.
I'm not vain.
Or photogenic.

On Thursday, I went to my first period class because I live close to the school and figured, why not? Less make-up work. So I went to science. I took a quiz. And then. Ohhh, then. I walked out the door. I walked to the seminary building. I walked passed the seminary building. And I kept walking. In the middle of the street, 'cause that's what I like to do when there are no cars. And don't think I was sluffing, because I was excused for all of Thursday and Friday.

I got home and finished packing. We left to go to the other school where I would be loading the bus.

*Complicated-ish story: I'm on the Shakespeare team for another Jr. High. A bit bothersome, but I love it.

I got my stuff out of the car, and went over and hugged my buds. My mom got to stay, too, because she was chaperoning. (coolest chaperone) The bus came, we loaded set and props and personal stuff, and we set off. The bus ride was not the most pleasant, but there was fun stuff.
Drawing fruit on hands. Writing Mad-libs. Filling them in. Wishing the music wasn't so loud and nasty.
But it was fun.

We got to SUU and toured. I can't really remember Thursday that much. But that was the beginning of a great adventure in my life.

Thursday, Friday, and Saturday were filled with jokes, learning, gallivanting, acting, and some dancing. Unfortunately I left my brain home, so for some of the time, I had the mindset of a tired toddler.
"Do you want to do this?"
"No."
"What do you want to do?"
"I don't know."
"How about this?"
"Not that."

Isn't it nice that these people put up with me?

Things I learned:
-I hate swimming pools
-Improv is all about character and reactions
-Sleep is important
-Coffee doesn't smell so bad when you're in good company. But you can still sing about how dreadful it is
-It's not fun running from lower to upper campus in a dress

Thanks to people for carrying stuff for me, and it's very nice when that there are people who will run all around a college campus to get me weaponry. And thanks to Carilyn for putting up with me being obnoxious at one in the morning telling stupid jokes.

Many more things happened. But I shan't disclose them all, because I really need to do my homework right now . . . ;)

Procrastinatory Update on my Life

Procrastinatory (pro-cras-tin-a-tor-e) n: "I have homework . . . I think I'll post stuff on my blog!"

Thursday will mark the beginning of a great adventure. A great adventure indeed. For Thursday is the day the Shakespeare team will go to Cedar City for the Shakespeare Festival. I shall perform and be judged. I shall learn and play. Thursday will mark an epoch in my life. It is the climax of this story. This story of how I became an obnoxious thespian.

"Obnoxious?"

Obnoxious. As in, quoting Shakespeare more often than most people. Half of my conversations include, 'that reminds me of something we did in Shakespeare,' 'We did this really funny thing at the Renaissance Faire,' 'I wish I were in that musical,' and of course, overly dramatic reactions to things. This is obnoxious.

Tomorrow we will get our team jackets. Pictures will be posted. (I hope)

I got a dramatic monologue and was told it was comedic. So I tried to make it comedic. Then there was this part about death. So now it really is dramatic.