It can't always be the long flat orange brick.

Yeah, I know. Friday night and I'm home, by myself, playing tetris. Probably embarrassing to those of you with legitimate social lives, but it's been so long since I've had a free weekend that I kind of forgot how to make plans for them. Besides, it's been a rough day. A really rough day.

So, here I am, trying to find some way to entertain myself. And I know I should do something productive with my time. Or, I could play tetris.

And I thought, I could use a little tetris. I could use a couple minutes of letting the bricks just... fall. I'll do what I can do manuever them when possible, but I can't control which brick comes next. Sometimes it's the convenient long orange one. Sometimes, it's not.

And there are days where all that's falling is the awkward 2-row orange and toothpaste-blue ones.

And sometimes, it looks like all of the right bricks are falling, but for some reason, it just doesn't seem to fit the way it should.

And then they start falling fast. And they build up. And the tower is stretching higher and higher. And you just think, "What do I do now?" So I do nothing. I let them fall as they will, knowing that I'll just have to start a new game.

And I chose to view this as a metaphor.

"God, I hope I get it."

"How many people does he need?" "How many boys?" "How many girls?"

Most intense audition ever.

4 hours and x minutes until I find out. If I got it. Small cast. So many talented people. "I hope I get it."

One midnight gone.

One show night gone.
I love my cast and crew.

Delinquent

I got a pass to the dean today. Like a half hour ago. I was so scared. Because, I mean, I'm one of those kids who see the pass and freak out in their heads, thinking "what did i do...?!" I didn't know where to go or where to sign in or which chair to sit in, because I'd never been to a dean's office and had never planned on it. But then I get there, and it was about attendence. And I explained how sick I was at the beginning of the semester, and how I have so many appointments to check up on it.


And then she saw my Into the Woods t-shirt, smiled at me and told me to "Break a leg tonight!" and sent me on my way.

It was quite the adventure.

On a seperate note, it's opening night.

Into the woods, the time is now.

Speaking good.

I love speech.
Yesterday I had speech sectionals.
And as ready as I am to be done with my drama piece (haha), it reminded me how much I love speech.
It's one of those things that I forget how much I love throughout the week, preparing for my next meet or freaking out that I'm missing tech rehearsal for sectionals.
But when Saturday comes and I'm at a meet... there's something about the atmosphere of a speech meet that I love so much.
I was talking to my coach and a friend of mine on my team about how speech always seems to collide with my other extracurriculars, and I said that it seems like the adults in charge of all my other activities always seem to tell me, "I know you're involved in other things, but this has to come first."

And I said that the reason I always want to make speech a priority is that speech is the only thing that hasn't demanded to come first.

I want to put it first.

Keep an eye out.

Alice in Wonderland opened today.
As of today, there are some very rich drug dealers out there.

How eventful.

I threw up at school today. They made me go home.

Missing rehearsal sucks enough.

I don't care, I'm still going to my speech practice at 6.

The music and the mirror.

I feel like I'm at the studio all the time lately. Like every free moment I have I spend in the studio.
The floors smell a little too strongly like lemon and the pain in my feet is comforting and cold of the bar on the leg stings and I love the color of it all.
"Forget it all. Forget everything except for why it is that you love to dance."


Wouldn't have it any other way.

Pounding headache.

I am drained. Overwhelmed. Stretched thin. On my brink. At my breaking point. Newspaper makes me cry.









The fact that next Saturday I have speech districts for which I'll wake up at 4:30 AM and be at until 4 PM, then go to school because I have a show that night (closing night) really just sunk in. THAT SUCKS. Even though it means spending my entire morning, day, and evening with things, activities, places, and people that I love, THAT SUUUCKS.

Short Stories of my Uneventful Life

Yesterday after first period, I went to my locker to see it was leaking. Water. But there was no liquid inside of my locker. Not to my knowledge, anyway. I even checked- I was right. I guess I'll never know what made my locker cry.

Regarding the material we are learning in class, my chemistry teacher keeps saying, "This is simple. You don't need to come to chemistry class to understand this stuff." And I keep thinking, "Then why am I here?"

Yesterday at rehearsal I was skipping and singing "Into the woods to grandmother's house!" in the hallway. I skipped square into a locker and knocked my head on the brick wall. I decided to act like nobody saw it and move on with my life. By posting it on here, I guess that defeats the purpose of pretending it didn't happen.

I dislocated my patella (it's the plate that covers your knee cap) at dance on Friday, and after it was knocked back into place (I know, ouch) I was told to wrap it tightly in medical tape before any physical activity to keep it in place until it fully heals. So yesterday in the locker room before gym, I tried to, but the tape wouldn't rip. I tried pulling, tearing, and eventually, biting. (Medical tape isn't yummy). Eventually I gave up and went to gym where I stretched, jumped, did pushups, jogged, sprinted, and played dodgeball without medical tape on my patella. Nothing happened.

This morning, I got a phone call at 6:28 AM. It frightened me. It took me a long time to fix the damage done by flinching while applying liquid eyeliner.

Ten minutes later, I stepped on my Glee CD. It didn't break. The case didn't even crack. God exists.

My car is sort of like a Jeep. It isn't a Jeep, but it's similar. It has a tire on the back like a Jeep. Someone asked me if I keep a spare tire for the back in the trunk. Golden.

On Saturday evening, my friend Emma and I went to a 5:00 mass at Holy Spirit. (I know, rambunctous teenagers we are.) Despite popular belief, Holy Spirit isn't the only Catholic church around. And while she and I are both Catholic, Holy Spirit is not the church either of us regularly attend. Therefore we knew not of their mass schedule. We walked in, sat down in the pews and began to pray as we listened to the Dave Matthews esque band and wondered why we were the only people in such a large church until approximately 5:04. That was when we realized: the mass was at 5:30. We protuded on the band's rehearsal.

Today, in one of my classes, someone sneezed. It was followed by a chorus of "Bless you!"s. I waited about four seconds and said, "Now let us pray." Thank you MLIA.