Random Story, FLASHBACK from last year.

This story won me an HONORABLE MENTION in the BOCES writing contest thing. BE PROUD! I wrote it for an english assignment last year, then handed it into the contest, and now I'm showing you! Yay!

King Cheval was the only one in his town with nothing exciting to talk about. Every one of his many subjects- every single peasant, artist and merchant- had been given a dream last night. But king cheval still had no idea what dreaming felt like. The goddess of dreams was the newest edition to the gods of Mt. Olympus, and the villagers were still talking about the exciting adventures and discoverys they had made last night, while fast asleep. Cheval thought he was being punished by the new goddess, Reverie.
Reverie was punishing Cheval. King Cheval did not take care of his kingdom; he only cared for the beautiful white mares in his fields. He had never done anything to help his kingdom prosper, but he planted grass and built new stables every time a horse looked remotely tired or hungry.
Soon cheval got very jealous of the villagers and their dreams. He avoided coming to tow, at all, and spent more and more time with his white mares, neglecting his people even more than usual.
“This is what they deserve,” he thought to himself. “Hiding all the marvelous secrets of dreams away from me. They can take care of themselves; I won’t help them at all.” The villagers hardly noticed their King’s resolution, because truthfully he didn’t do much in the first place.
King Cheval got even madder when he saw the kingdom functioning without his help. He sent a message to Reverie, threatening her that if she didn’t give him a dream he would send his horses to Mt. Olympus to hurt her. Since Reverie was immortal, the threat didn’t bother her too much and she gave it no more thought.
When Cheval was about to send the horses after her, he had an idea that would be better than hurting her. He asked the gods to train his horses in the art of dream giving. The gods, who always loved to see mortals trying to defeat an immortal, helped him. With the gods help, king Cheval also filled the horses with bad memories and feelings. He then sent them of to Reverie to give her a new, horrible version of dreams.
The moment a mare stepped into the room, Reverie woke up. She saw a black mare through her sleepy eyes. The beautiful white horse had turned black from their terrible intentions. When the horse saw that she was awake, they ran away faster than the wind, far into the depth of night. Fully awake now, Reverie went to punish Cheval. When Cheval saw her coming, he quickly told his mares to stay hidden the best they could, so he could always have a small revenge on Reverie. The horses, having been once touched by the gods, were able to become invisible. Because of this, the horses lived long after their master’s death (which happened alone in a musty cell of Reverie’s), quietly working against the Goddess of Dreams.
They still roam the earth, unseen but powerful. Many may try to look for them, but they only come out when no one is awake. Their coats- black as night- glimmer with evil as they too give exciting adventures to sleeping minds. But their dreams, unlike Reverie’s, never end happily and always leave the receiver shaking in fear.

It's an interesting idea... but SO has been done before. There are so many books and pieces about dreams. I didn't know that when I wrote this, so don't blame me for being naive/ignorant.

Ballad of a Thin Man: Chapter One, Chapter Two

I've had this really weird story idea/promt thing, where I would write a story about a song, each line a different chapter. Ballad of a Thin Man, Bob Dylan. This is gonna be hard. I'll try and write another one soon but I don't have any ideas where it could go from there. Look up the song and try and help me. (the first chapter is the title)

One. Ballad of a Thin Man.

His name was nothing. Jones, it was. Thomas Jones. Tom Jones. Nothing. His name was everything he was not- inconspicuous, unimportant. Normal. He was not normal.
Of course, like most "weird," or "abnormal" people, he had many normal aspects of his life. His parents, for instance. They were normal. God, they were normal. And his childhood. That was reasonably normal- as normal as any kid's childhood could be.
Mr. Jones was 23. Which was normal, that age. Another normal aspect to his life.
23.
Nothing special.
But then you see what he is, and you realize that he's special, no matter his childhood or his parents. They did nothing to keep this man normal. He was- for lack of a better word- stubbornly- abnormal.
And abnormal he remained.


Two. You Walk Into the Room With a Pencil in Your Hand.

"You!"
Jones looked up and gestured to himself, mouthing "Who, me?" to piss the person off.
"Yeah, you!" The person was, indeed pissed off. "Listen, man, you've gotta leave."
Jones began mouthing and gesturing to himself again and the pissed off man looked even more pissed off. "Yes, you!" he growled. "Get of my property!"
"Your property?" It was the first time Jones spoke, and the pissed off man wasn't expecting it. Jones's tone was surprised, and not mocking surprised, like "You own property?" but confused surprised, which made him continue. "Are you sure this is your property? Not someone... else's...?" His questino faded out at the end, as if he didn't really want to ask it for the fear the asking would bring more questions.
"Like who's?" Yes, more questions. "You aren't..? No..." His question faded off in the same way as Jones's, for the same reasons.
"No, I'm not."
"Um..." The pissed off man was now more confused than pissed off. "You aren't?"
"No, I am."
"But..."
"I'm sorry, I think I've confused you." Jones didn't look sorry at all, he looked pleased with himself that it had taken so little effort to confuse the confused man. "I lied: I am." This didn't reassure the man at all.
"You- y-you are?"
"I just said that, didn't I?"
"So you...?"
"Yes."
"Really?"
"No."
"What?"
"Kidding, again."
"Ah... so you are...?"
"Yes."
"Um..." The confusede man didn't know what to do. He definitely didn't want him there, but know that he was from the old owner, he didn't want to ask him to leave. There is no way to phrase that politely to one of these people.
"Um..." he repeaded.
"Should I leave?" Jones said.
"Um..."
"I'll leave."
The confused and pissed off man half-expected to hear an "I'll be back," but got only silence, which was welcomed back to the house with open arms.
Jones was jealous of the silence.

Three. You See Somebody Naked and You Say "Who Is That Man?"

So... what should happen? Do you like it? Well, more importantly, what should happen. I think the "Naked Man" will be somebody spilling their secrets.... but why does Jones visit the building in the first place? How did he know the owner? Why doesn't he live there anymore? Its so annoying to write a story when you have no idea where it's taking you.

So freaking amazing

...Hello everyone? Hello...

Oh. My. God. I am so happy and proud of everyone and myself too. I need to acknowledge all these wonderful actors. They rock. 

...Hello, welcome to the 2nd annual...

Ivy- holy crap you are fantastical I love you so much. Your character was great and you made it better. 

...our second annual production...

Ben- um, hi, brother, you did really well. I cant believe how well you knew your lines and how well you said them. Fine I could believe. 

...production of sleeping beauty...

Kayla- your fake boobs were falling out aka, what, eloras shorts? were showing. Haha I love you kaylaaaaa markwardttttt queen of the kremlin (the dress style) with the balloons on the side and the... Stuffing.

...we hope you...

Elora- I know you say you aren't that comfortable with the whole acting thing, but no, I don't believe it. You made a great flora. Love yaaaassss. And join the musical! Or play! But you can sing, which I know from the five hour long (until eleven, baby) cast party.

...hope you enjoy it...

Sophie- you've gotten so much better since last year! You were fabulous! I love how perfect that whole throwing of the dresses was, you were really good at that. And everything else! Love you.

... Enjoy it as much as we did...

Grace- you did fanatic. I shouldn't use that word so often, because it's meaning has diminished. You did fawesome. Totally. I love you! 

...we did and are...

Emma (my sister, not Ivys sister) don't tell anyone but you might've done the best. You were also like the second youngest onstage. The way you said your lines (and of course the lines themselves, thank you) and your hand movements and poses were all so fabulously Emma and yet more. You were great. I love you. We need to finish reading Harry potter. 

...Thanks to everyone who helped out...

Anna- ANNA! I'm so proud of you! You totally kicked that easel! And you were just generally great, you sexy evil fairy you. You were good at the evil parts and the yelling and just being overall... Evil. I love you Anna!

...helped out from the script to the...

Kyle markwardt: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA that's all I have to say. No, wait. Theres more. HA you wanna go HA let's go, now! HA two.. Four... Uh... 6... Your gonna die if you lose! Thumb wrestle! Now! HA rapping....... Haha..... Love ya.

...to the script to the set to the props to crew...

Jakob markwardt: I wish I had given you a way bigger part you deserved it. When you kidnapped Kyle it was very believable... Like you've done it before... Many times... Haha. You were a great owl and thug and yes, that's a compliment, and generally fun to hang out with. Love you.

...Namely, Colleen Kearns, Jess Mitchel, and Sophia Shi...

Emma sh- you have such a pretty voice it's like an angel. You're sooo good! I love you so much! And your crying/screaming/behaving like a stereotypical 16 year old was so fantabulous.

...anyway....

Max sheiman- great job. You were really good at why you did and you said all your lines perfectly. Love you.

...we worked very hard on it...

Alex wolczanski- wow, who knew you could be such a sarcastic bastard? Haha. You were great as the role of narrator/sarcastic bastard and you said all your lines perfectly, especially "wow, he got you really wet ,gives towl," haha love you.

...and I hope you enjoy the show!


God this feeling rocks. It was so goooddddddd and though it wasn't I guess as obvious as last time but I actually had a bigger part (or responcibility in it)of it than last year and im so happy it was so amazing. Directing is awesome I'm totally going to do that. Yeah, that's not a competitive business at all. 


To conclude- I love life and I haven't been this happy, loving, and content since... probably never.

Love you all.

Love, livvy.

Handlebars Music Video

I've been meaning to post this on my blog since the talent show... hope you like it.
It took me maybe 4 months- the summer between 6th and 7th and into some of the school year, then I finished, then another intense week or two before the talent show audition. I'm not saying that it's very professional quality, but I am saying that it took me awhile and it means a lot to me and I'm proud of it even if you aren't. If enough people want me to, I'll post my The Scientist video as well. And then I'll give you the YouTube link (if you can't bother to find it yourself.)

Some Geeky/Childish Things I've Been Doing Recently...

Playmobil/Jenga Block Houses and STARWARS SPACESHIP.

House #1

This is the first floor. The top is the door.


Entrance hall with stairs.


The living room. There is a fireplace and couches, if you can see them. The thing with jenga block architecture is that it takes a lot of imagination. I've been making Jenga houses for awhile so I can see it all... but to other people I can imagine it looks kinda weird...


The dining room. I used something that WASN'T ACTUALLY A JENGA BLOCK, GASP. Haha, it's from my sister's doll house.


The kitchen. Now, tell me where the fridge is! Can you see it? Or am I the only one who can transfer them in my head? You know, someone needs to make me some Jenga Houses and see if I can see what THEY make, because I wonder if you could only see the resemblance if you make the resemblance in the first place.



The entire upstairs. Do you see where the stairs are? Yeah, that's where they come up from.




Bedroom.


Master bedroom (well, not really, because there isn't another bathroom. Bathrooms are annoying to make because Jenga Blocks aren't toilet size- I only have one in this entire house. I guess if I needed another one I would put it under the stairs)


Yeah, this is the bathroom- minus toilet.

House #2

Entire house. This time I used playmobil pieces- I usually do that. The last one was a test, to see what I could do with only the same size blocks.


The mudroom, kinda. Entrance Hall.


Boy's room. Note: Guitar and Tool set. Yes, playmobil is sexist. And when I give the tools to the girl I feel like I'm being so against sexism that it's sexist. Does that make sense? It does to me, so I normally give the guy the guy like stuff.


Girls room, with a writing desk and cat.


Parents room. With nothing, because they are boring like that- and playmobil doesn't give adults hobbies because that's stupid.


This is the dining room.


And the kitchen- I LOVE making little kitchens like that. All the pots lined up, and food. Normally there is a basket with some dead rabbits (see: backyard) but it didn't fit and it's not exactly sanitary.


The living room. I really like the tea set in the corner, I normally make a separate tea ROOM, but we've been losing the Jenga Blocks like CRAZY and I was making the bedrooms really big. Well, bigger than normal.


The backyard, with all their animals. Awww.




And this is the lego starship thing that I made. I love it from the side.
It's official name is the Ninja Ship. You like?









It's so funny how when I'm making playmobil, it's always farm life or something in the time of carriages and fireplaces, and with legos it's ONLY Starwars. EVERYTIME. I mean, I know they make more modern playmobil, but they are gross. They don't go with each other, whereas all of the old fashioned or farm look like they fit together. And legos is just... we just have so much originally-star wars-pieces that there isn't a point to trying to do anything else. Once in awhile I would make a futuristic house (you should see this one I did awhile ago, it was awesome. We took it apart for parts, however.) What do you all use/ used to use* legos and playmobil for.


*I understand that it's weird for me to still use that stuff, but it's not that I actually play with the people in the houses. Sometimes I like, develop stories behind them but I don't sit down and move the pieces and have them talk to each other. Mostly. Haha, jk, I just like to design these things.

Author of the Moment: Meg Cabot

Meg Cabot.

Okay, I don't even know where to start. She is amazing. She has like ZILLIONS of YA books. ZILLIONS.

However....


Um....

The book that gets her a spot on the Author of a Moment list is not in the YA section. It's in the F section, which is adult fiction. Well for those of you who know her style in the YA section, you'll understand why I had the "...."'s. Ahem.

BUT SHE IS SO SO SO SO SO SO SO GOOD. So the book was this series called Queen of Babble. That's the first one. The second is Queen of Babble in the Big City. And the one that got her on my list is Queen of Babble Gets Hitched. OH MY GOD THAT BOOK IS SO GOOD. So good. But don't read it because I don't want you to think bad things of me.

She also wrote the famous Princess Diaries series, which I did like. And American Girl- which is very cool, and it's sequel Ready or Not, which is.... less so for reasons I shall not mention. Jinx..... the Mediator series (which I still need to read in order I've only read like the 5th) oh, and of course, Teen Star or something like that and Avalon High. She's just really good- her characters are really relatable (though they are total girl books- so to my guy followers, really, don't ever be caught reading one) and the problems are EXCITING IN A GIRLY WAY. Total light, fun, reading that makes you kinda jealous of the happy ending but very very entertaining. QUEEN OF BABBLE GETS HITCHED. remember, don't read it. thank you. but it's seriously good.

Things to do before leaving the stinking dentist and going to the pool with anna

Cut fridge boxes and put green, brown, yellow paint in a bin

Look at script again and try and figure out where to put A Drunken servant scene or just how to convince mom to use animals instead

Fight scene

Sets and props- look at list and cross off what people will bring

Acknoledge these people- tell them to bring stuff to next rehearsal (today or tommorow?) 

I don't know if people are bringing costumes today or not- will it be too distracting. They are already distracted enough

Make sure soph and maybe ally can come 21 at 5

Talk to others and make sure they might go to a wednesday or thursday practice in addition. 

Should I run a lines meeting? Though they should just know them already

Talk to Anna, make sure we're still on and ask how well she is with lines.



 
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10 Things You Don't Really Need To Know But You Will Anyway

1. The play is coming up- August 21 at 5 o'clock at the Ellis Hollow Community Center*.
2. I really need to finish my Halloween costume- it's almost SCHOOL, which means that it's almost time to actually have to think about starting it! God, I need to hurry up!
3. I found the PERFECT earrings for my costume- I got them for four dollars at an antique barn, yes barn. They are 3 hearts on top of the other- one red, one white, and one red and white swirls. Perfect.
4. I killed my mini-appendages (aka toes and fingers). Really, I did. Seriously. On my left index finger, there is this burn blister thing. Yeah, it hurts. On the index finger on my right hand, there is this knife cut thing that I got while cutting a roll. Don't ask. Yeah, it hurts too because I think there is some like dirt in it or something. Then there's my right middle finger- I picked like a hangnail to short (WHICH I HATE SO MUCH) and of course it's gonna get infected, probably. I actually kept it really clean so far but yeah... I just really don't want it to get infected cause then it would hurt more than it does now. And then on my right um.... index.... toe I actually have a band-aid (YES, I know- an actual band-aid. I HAVEN'T USED A BAND-AID IN HONEST TO GOD LIKE 3 YEARS I hate them so much) because I picked another hangnail to low... skill.... and your feet are harder to keep clean than your hands.
5. Wow, 4 was long. Um..... Oh right, on the subject of injuries I forgot to tell you guys that I KINDA got stung by a bee awhile ago. I say kinda because it didn't ever hurt, wasn't really red, and was only puffy for a day. Yeah, I'm confused too. It hurt for like a second after I got stung and then it faded and then it was just puffy the next day. Weird, right?
6. I love Texas Hold 'Em. Best. Game. Ever. Other. Than. Blokus.
7. OMG OMG OMG OMG We're getting my internet back!!!!!! Very soon!
8. I finished my NJHS Essay- should I post it here? only if you all promise not to plagiarize off me. I still have another hour of service to do, and I'm signed up for this volunteer at my church garage sale thing.
9. My brother is sleeping on the couch right now (yeah, it's 1:30) because he had a sleepover at a friends house yesterday. He got back at 10 and collapsed on the couch and we went to the farmers market and the farm (CSA) and got back and woke him up at 1 and he went back to sleep 5 minutes later. Sigh.
10. And the 10th thing you didn't really need to know but you will anyway is- I wore converse today. First time I didn't wear flip-flops all summer long. Impressive, right? I thought so too.

Um. Well. So. Is this a title?

Does anyone like my new blog background? I suddenly got bored of the one that I've had for what, like, a few MONTHS, and I changed it. Is this okay, do you think? Do you have any better suggestions?

I have so much stuff I need to post up here, and I really don't want to do it all in one post but I will anyway. So sorry people- I know how much it sucks.

So as some of you know but probably not many of you I was at a lake house at Keuka (QKA) lake this past week with the Sheimans. Ivy is beast. She is THE EPITOME of amazing, beast, epic, awesome, cool, great, exciting, fun, and fantastic. Ivy, if you are reading this.... um actually I don't know how to finish that sentence, because she probably isn't reading this. But still. Um. Our week at Keuka was pretty fun; I love cayaks. They are so cool!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I have rediscovered them. The time I had discovered them (without the re) was in Maine and I FELL IN LOVE. And then I fell out of love but NOW I'M BACK. They are just so awesome, and it feels great to move across the water like that. And steering them is fun- I can turn so fast!!!!!!!!!!!! That's part of the fun, the control you have over them. What's that horse sport thing? With fancy loops and whatever? Oh, dressage, right? Yeah, they should have dressage for cayaks. I would totally participate. :)

I'm having technology issues. You already know that my real computer (well, not mine) momentarily (well, more than MOMENTarily, more like for a few weeks now) can't go on the internet at all, and so I've been trying to post some old writings but I cant. It also means that I have to send out all my important emails from my dad's old laptop. Keyword- old. It's still very slow even after emptying it of pretty much everything. Um, even internet. So now it's on this REALLY WEIRD msn or something internet. Which brings us to our next technology problem- the internet keeps crashing. It keeps saying "We're sorry, but MSN needs to restart internet. Any unsaved work may not be saved." WHICH SUCKS. so yeah. ANDDDDDDD my backup-backup email and blogger thing is my ipod. It's getting slowwww. And I don't know why- I've only had it for like half a year. When I'm typing all you hear is that click click click and the screen freezes and then like five minutes later the words show up (that's what used to be happening with this laptop, by the way, but it got better when we deleted everything.) So we better get the router back on my NORMAL computer so that I can actually do stuff. Before this laptop dies and before my ipod.... no, I'm not going there.



Sorry for the blabbing. There was more that I wanted to say but I dont feel like typing it now, I've just typed for a long long time. So maybe I'll tell you later. And hey- sarah nixon- are you there? Because I told you to come here? Did you get it?


Bye.

A Pink Joke (courtesy of Emma sheiman)

Once there was a world where EVERYTHING was pink. The steaks, chickens, corn, chairs, potatoes, toothpaste and even people were pink. 

One pink morning in this pink world two pink cars were driving in alternate pink directions down a pink street. The two pink cars collided pinkily. 

One pink man died. 

Neither of the two pink cars were fit to drive the pink man home pinkily. So the pink man who was still alive walked up the pink street to the nearest pink house. He walked up the pink driveway, past the pink cars up the pink steps and knocked on the pink door pinkily. The pink door was opened by a pink old lady. The pink man said to the pink old lady "Kind pink lady, may I stay at your pink house until my pink car is fit to drive me home pinkily?" The pink lady smiled at the pink man on her pink doorstep. "of course you can stay at my pink house until your pink car is fit to drive you home pinkily." And the kind pink old lady smiled and let him into the house pinkily.



The next pink morning in this pink world two pink trucks were driving in alternate pink directions down a pink street. The two pink trucks collided pinkily. 

One pink man died. 

Neither of the two pink trucks was fit to drive the pink man home pinkily. So the pink man who was still alive walked up the pink street to the nearest pink house. He walked up the pink driveway, past the pink cars up the pink steps and knocked on the pink door pinkily. The pink door was opened by the same pink old lady. The pink man said to the pink old lady "Kind pink lady, may I stay at your pink house until my pink truck is fit to drive me home pinkily?" The pink lady smiled at the pink man on her pink doorstep. "of course you can stay at my pink house until your pink truck is fit to drive you home pinkily." And the kind pink old lady smiled and let him into the house pinkily.



The next pink morning in this pink world two pink trains were driving in alternate pink directions down pink train tracks. The two pink trains collided pinkily. 

One pink man died. 

Neither of the two pink trains were fit to drive the pink man home pinkily. So the pink man who was still alive walked up the pink street to the nearest pink house. He walked up the pink driveway, past the pink cars up the pink steps and knocked on the pink door pinkily. The pink door was opened by the same pink old lady. The pink man said to the pink old lady "Kind pink lady, may I stay at your pink house until my pink train is fit to drive me home pinkily?" The pink lady smiled at the pink man on her pink doorstep. "of course you can stay at my pink house until your pink train is fit to drive you home pinkily." And the kind pink old lady smiled and let him into the house pinkily.



The next pink morning in this pink world, the three pink men sat down at the pink breakfast table in the pink old lady's pink house. It was breakfast time and the pink old lady had two pink breakfast options. One was pink oatmeal. And the other was pink cheerios. The pink old lady put both down on the pink table and told the three pink men to choose which they wanted pinkily. Two of the pink men chose pink oatmeal, and the last pink man chose pink cheerios. 



The pink moral to this pink story is that is that more pink people like pink oatmeal than pink cheerios. 

Surprise, surprise

Wow, today was our first play rehearsal. Some of you are sitting at the computer screen screaming "WHAT PLAY REHEARSAL? ISN'T IT SUMMER?" and I'm sorry I haven't explained it more. Ummmmmm so last year, I wrote a play with Anna and Elora. We called it Cinderella: Rewritten, because that was what it was. We messed with the plot so that there was a footman and his "female admirer" named Quentin and Opal trying to kill the king and their "friend" the prince. Cinderella has a brother and he and the butcher go undercover to find out their plan and PUT A STOP TO IT. I'm sorry, i'm making it sound extremely cheesy and bad. It wasn't- it was amazing. I mean, these kids are like 8 years old and they memorized it all and their blocking and EVERYTHING it was great. Fantastic.

This year we are doing the same thing, except instead of rewriting a fairy tale I cheated. I took the Disney version of Sleeping Beauty and I edited the crap out of it- really, maybe I'll post pics of the version I wrote all over here. So, basically, to change it, I UNDISNEYFIED it, which it was in GREAT NEED OF, and I added some sarcastic characters. The narrator. WHO IS A SARCASTIC BASTARD (hi, Sophie)

Example of his bastardy-ness:

The prince throws a bucket of water onto sleeping beauty to wake her up.

Rose: [spluttering] WHAT? What in the world was that for!!

Narrator enters.

Narrator: Wow, he really got you wet. [narrator hands her a towel]

Narrator exits.

Fiona (one of the newly added sarcastic fairies): Who IS that guy?



Fiona is another one of my favorites:

Dude, we can't reason with Maleficent. That's like, paradoxical.


Favorite line of the play.
And then at the end, when my two favorite characters come together:

Narrator: And they all lived happily ever after.
Fiona: How do you know? Stalker.


Great....



So today was our first practice and I'm director so I was kinda worried. But it went really well. We all got there at around the same time, and it's a pretty small group so we didn't have to like, count heads or awkwardly ask "Is everyone hear? Who's missing?" because, like I said, we all showed up at once. Not everyone had a script, but that's okay- when we read it through we shared off of others. People were surprisingly good, considering they probably hadn't read their scripts yet. The two people I was feeling the most guilty about their casting (Jakob Markwardt and Max Sheiman) are going to be Maleficent's Thugs and they GET TO TACKLE KYLE and tie him up, which is a great consolation prize because if you did that at any other time he would beat you up and YOU WOULD LOSE. YOU WOULD. Like Alex said: "Don't pick on the guy with the six-pack." Of abs, that is, not beer.

Well, anyway, it was successfully. After reading through, we talked a bit about sets and props, and then the cast got really excited about costumes. Jake has a giant leather jacket to be a thug, and Alex has a nascar jacket to lend to Kyle (my mom's like "So we're going for campy?" and he's like "yeah.") Elora has this REALLY pretty white dress and grace is gonna do this flower garland hair thing. It's gonna be great- as long as we stop talking about the details and work on something important, like, say, learning lines, or blocking. I'm being optimistic though- it was the same thing last year and it turned out great. Hope this was a sufficent explanation.

Sorry, friends.

My computer is broken. Well, correction: The computer is not mine. And it's not broken. OUR computer's internet router thing is broken. So I can't go on the internet, which means I've been reading all my emails and blogs and crap on my IPOD. Now I had this genius idea to go on MY (yes, my. well no. nevermind.) old laptop from my dad (see, not my) and type on there! This would've been an amazing idea if all the stuff I wanted to post up here was not on the computer that DOESN'T GO ON THE INTERNET ANYMORE. So I can't even email myself the stuff to post on here. You don't know how hard it's been. Really. I'm being serious.

hipstermusings.blogspot.com

Check out that site- I've been reading it on my ipod and I adore it. I really like her writing and it's cool to see what she wears. I found it from Tavi's site, (tavi is this famous person at this blog and she's in like teen vouge and whatever. I don't like her style as much as Isabel (from hipstermusings.blogspot.com) but whatever. Fashion blogging- yet another thing I could spend hours looking at.

I've been reading all these inspirational blogs lately. Well, fashion blogs. And it got me sad because this blog a) doesn't have giant following and b) i'm not inspired enough to do somehting like that and c) this blog doesn't have a theme- I just write what I want. So I don't know if that's a problem or not. But I do wish that I could be a fashion blogger. Alas, there aren't even any thrift stores (that I've heard of) around here, so wow, that's pathetic, and wow, I don't think I could be a fashion blogger if I tried and if there WAS clothes around here. Sigh, I guess I'll stick to whatever-i'm-doing-now.

I have so much stuff to post! Really! But it's all on the computer that I can't get anything off of (and I cant burn it to a disk because this computer doesn't take disks because it's LIKE THAT.) so yeah. Oh right, I have one thing from my ipod a few days ago.


The Idealist's Ideal Lunch
1. It involves pesto.
2. The pesto is stirred in to penne and sprinkle cheese (yes, sprinkle) is added.
3. There is also chicken.
4. Sometimes, the idealist will cut
The chicken up and stir it in to the penne, pesto, an sprinkle cheese (yes, sprinkle).
5. For the daring idealist, add broccoli, making the dish Pesto Penne Pasta Primevera With Chicken.
6. Ideally, you would eat it.
7. The idealist has achieved perfection! Which is the point of being an idealist, so good for you!





Yumm.....


Oooh, right! Play practice tomorow!!!! I wonder how it's going to go....... actually, I don't want to know. I don't know how I'm going to get through it. I think we'll do a read through, but I don't know if I should do that after or before we talk about sets and props. After, because we only have two hours and that's more important to talk about before our week long hiatus. lalala. We better get everything done in time. No one came to the last meeting, well read through, not meeting. Sigh.

Well, hopefully we'll get a new router soon and I can post some of the other stuff I'm working on. It's sad not having a working computer. Sad. And sad how sad I am about it. Sad.

I love Jessie...

How to survive eigth grade

1. Learn How To Spell "eigth" correctly. Eihgth? Eighth. Igth.

2. Learn How To Spell "twelth" correctly. Twelfh Tweltfh.

3. Learn To Teleport (so I can visualize a classroom and just appear there)

4. Get Over My Irrational Fear Of Sixth Graders. *twitch* Yes I know I was a sixth grader once. *twitch*

5. Drink A Lot Of Caffine.

6. Try Not To Overthink Things (because if I do my brain will implode.)

7. Try Not To Drown While Swimming.

8. Try Not To Die in PE.

9. Try Not To Die in Social Studies.

10. Try Not to Die Of Suffication.

11. Buy Mule For Carrying Binders.

12. Tape Eyelids Back So It Will Look Like I am Awake.

13. Buy Foghorn. (For frightening 6th Graders. away. BWAHA.)

14. Do Not Drown In Locker.

15. Do Not Suffocate in Locker

16. Do Not Try to Fit In Locker, Period.

17. Do Not Eat Cafeteria Mystery Meat.

18. Do Not Eat New Principal.

19. Do Not Eat New Band Teacher.

20. Just Hitchhike to Narnia, Gosh.