Tuesday, October 5, 2004

   And then I came back... Mary Poppins Style.
Yeah, so I finally decided to come here and update again. Quite a bit has happened since my last complaint. Let's start at the very beginning. It's a very good place to start.

Do: I'm finally a senior, with all the great privelages that said honor conveys. I get out after sixth period. I finally feel slightly taller than the majority of the freshmen. I get to go to college. (Okay, since I changed my entire focus, it's not all that easy anymore. And my school has this whole suck-out-the-last-bit-of-money-possible mind state, so I have to pay for all 5+ of my transcripts to be sent. At least, I think it's around five. Not to mention portfolio disc that I have to get someone else to burn for me. But that will be discussed later, along with a college rant.)

Re: I'm in the fall show, Pippin! All hail Player #257! Not really, but that's how it feels. It's really fun, and I finally met Potter (alias Sean)! He and Jess are just so sickeningly cute... But that's not the point. I've gotten the whole song thing down, but the dance part just throws everything off. Cathy (the choreographer) makes my head hurts with her confusing hop-skip-pose.

Fa: I'm also now a Saturday School student at the University of the Arts, right here in good ol' nearby Philly. One System of a Down CD, and I'm there on the Avenue of the Arts! So far, my one whole class has taught me a lot. Negative and positive space. Stroke variation. How to draw straight lines. And that Utrecht is the best damn art supply store in the creation of this ball of dirt, water, and magma! I could spend Bill Gate's fortune in that store! If only I could marry it...

Sol: Kourtney, my bishie lovin' buddy, has left Prendie for Bartram's AP program. I feel all loney. Who's going to loan me my mangas when Mark won't now?!

La: I have a horrible cold. I have these intense want to roll over, kick feebly a few times, and let my tongue loll out of my mouth. But I shan't! Pippin needs me to woo! (Long and incredibly stupid story. Maybe I'll tell it later. I'm running out of octave notes.) lance needs my Soprano I falsetto! (Not really, but it makes me feel special. And I swore to him today that I remembered the Messiah from last year.) And April needs me to design all her wedding gear! (This one is actually true. I have one design for my own prom dress, so I decided to get started on her stuffs. It's really pretty. I need to go look for burgandy corsets too...)

Ti: I have this stupid tendency to do everything at once. And now I'm screwed. I'm illustrating a comic, working on my portfolio, doing commissions, going to art school, preparing for the play, preparing for the winter concert, filling out applications, and going to school. Oh, and all the clubs and sports school entails. It's like trying to be Atlas! It makes my head hurts.

Do: Back to my senior-ness with a funny story and a rant. Today, after my sixth period (chorus) I decided to stay in the Black Box and try to sleep. Unfortunately, I forgot what freshmen were like. They were so loud and obnoxious, that every time I drifted off, I was immeadiately awakened. About halfway through said class, they all decided to take notice to the fact that I was there. First, Lance said he had shot me. That hurt, and as I was awake instead of asleep, I couldn't help but move a little to see what they did. If only it were closer to Halloween... Anyways, he told them the real reason. It's a senoir privilege to sleep on the couch in the Black Box. They all promptly turned around and tried to guess who I was. Loudly. So I turned over and tried to fall asleep again. Someone got up and started playing the piano and I started to drift again. Classical always makes me dreamy. Then three tuneless nitwits decided to get up and sing a random and rousing round of 'Happy Birthday' to no one in particular. So I got up and left. And they said Lance scared me away. .:sigh:. Freshmen...

Yeah, that's the majority of my life in these past few weeks. Interesting, no? Yeah, I didn't think so. Maybe I'll post something else later...
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