Senioritis

Senioritis. It's kind of funny that this is what I chose to make my blog about, but I felt like musing. Until this week, I hadn't a trace of true Senioritis. Then, some time Tuesday, after a great Monday of drama fun, I started to feel it. All I wanted to do was go home and wait for summer, then college. I wanted to stop listening to the Spanish substitute, and walk out. The dictionary doesn't have a definition, but I believe it is basically defined as not wanting to do anything boring. I'm not sure if there's a cure to Senioritis, but I really need one. I won't be able to make it through the year if I want to turn my head to all of the scholarships I seem to be finding, or if all I want to do is throw my Spanish in my teacher's face. Maybe the cure is to get done with Fall Play and throw myself back into my homework more firmly than before. Here goes nothing.

Performing

Hi guys! So, I know I already talked about fall play, so this blog is about performing. I performed yesterday for the junior high, and it was kind of unnerving when the junior high kids didn't really respond to our jokes. My cook part, though, went really well, but I couldn't stop laughing. Cameron, though might have a grudge against me, as I fed him corn meal and jello. That is why I couldn't stop laughing. I am working hard to plan something big for Fridays performance, but won't say more, as my teacher might read this. That, along with a pressure to perform, has thrown me into a tizzy that might rival that very teacher's. I have to have everything perfect before a performance, and that makes me a grouch that angers others. It's something that I am not proud of, but my nerves make me do crazy stuff. In conclusion, I hope you never have anything but a cordial conversation directly before a performance, so your feelings can be spared. This year, so far I have cursed right back at Joe, who told me to be quiet along with a very unkind word. I have also scared some of my friends because of my intensity when I discuss the play. Sabrina has chosen not to get into a deep conversation with me until the cast party. Breathe in, breathe out. I'm sure glad I got the breathing app when it was free.

Fall play

Last year This year Fall Play fun! Fun with demon Sabrina My favorite fall activity is something that I absolutely love to do! Starting before school starts, I try out for the fall play, and from there the fun begins. First we try out. The try-out is a cold read of the chosen play, and I always get ridiculously nervous. Then, we wait. Gee, waiting makes me even more nervous than trying out.

When we find out what parts we are, we get started on putting together the play. This year, I started out with two parts: a thief and an ugly old lady. The first practice is a basic cold read with our scripts. It's always really funny meeting the new kids and figuring out who everyone is. Then we kind of move into doing it on stage by doing individual scene practices. I felt like I was hardly in any of the practices this year, thanks to me originally being in only two scenes. We finally combine when each scene has had a handful of practices.

The first run-through this year was kind of bumpy, but we slowly got better. Then we added outfits, more props, a background, and we make it to where we are at right now. The matinee is coming up, I'm kind of nervous. Actually, I'm a lot nervous, but it's not because I don't know what I'm doing. When I get on stage in front of people, I realize everyone can see every move I make, and every mistake I make. This is my last year in the Drama department in high school, and all I can do is hope that I make it my best. Three performances, and my last fall play is over. Signing out for the night! ~Blondie~

Musing about rain

This captured my attention
        Storms are the most interesting things in the world. It's been raining these last few days, and it makes me think. Rain is a type of weather that, like snow, makes people's moods go to one extreme or another. For me, it depends on the day. This morning, the grouchy weather made me grouchy, but now it makes me excited, and filled with anticipation of what is to come. When it finally starts to rain, I love listening to it tap on the ceiling for hours. If it's night, I will fall asleep to it. Tonight, I hope it rains, but without lightening. Lightening makes my room way too bright, so I can't fall asleep unless I curl into a tiny ball and put my thick comforter over my head. Thunder, though, when it's not very close, just adds to the effects of the rain. Pit-pat. Pit-pat.

Homecoming

We are pretty great!
       This years homecoming was one I will never forget. I had a group of friends over to my house to eat and get ready before the dance. My friends came over an hour before dinner, and we got to work doing hair and makeup. My friend Carrot (yes, that's her real name) did everyone's hair, and it seemed to take forever, so we were late to dinner. When everyone was all put together, we headed downstairs where some parents and my guy friend, Paul, were hanging out. We had chicken and cheesy potatoes, along with some green beans. By the time we had finished, no one was hungry for the yummy dessert. Paul's mom, who made the dessert, wasn't very happy, but we headed outside for pictures. Pictures consisted of the group of girls: Carrot, Mackensey, Sabrina, Mollie, and I, then Paul and two other guys; Mackensey's brother, Joey, and Carrot's date, Jake. The pictures took forever, and we posed in the kitchen, on the stairs, and in the yard. When we had successfully completed each photo, we piled into three cars; mine, Joey's and Paul's, and headed to the dance. The ride was only five minutes, so we got there quickly. The dance was awesome, to put it simply. We spent hours dancing to songs we knew and didn't know (most of them we knew) until we were sore (my calves were still sore the next Thursday). My friend Rachel, along with Carrot, Mackensey, Sabrina, and I, choreographed a dance to a song we had been working on: "Miss Movin' On" by Fifth Harmony. The ending result was great, people kept trying to join in until they realized we had put this together ourselves. For a last Homecoming it was great! After the dance, the whole group, this time with Rachel in tow, went to Village Inn. When we walked into the restaurant we were exhausted, but still hyped from the energy of the dance. We ordered a variety of things, including onion rings and pie, then we sat back to eat. After a slow and tiring meal, both Paul and Mollie left, and it took the rest of us a bit to pay for our meals, as our brains were groggy. When we paid, Rachel left the waitress a $17 tip, and our waitress nearly cried when she came out to give her a hug. Then, we piled into the car and I drove everyone home. (I believe this rant warrants a The End)

My car

Farewell to my first car

So, Sunday afternoon I went to puppets just like usual. My puppet team meets at 3:30 and I was running behind, but my car had been acting up so I backed into my parking spot. When I had parked and got out, I noticed I hadn't gotten fully into the spot, so I got back in and turned the key so I could fit it in correctly. The motor turned over, but didn't start. Thinking carefully, I tried it once more, because as I said, my car had been flinching. I was rewarded with the same result. I had jumper cables, but no one was outside the church, so I called my dad, already officially late for puppets but no longer caring. My dad was about five minutes away so I told my coach then waited for him. First he tried the key himself, because of course I am a teenage girl and not nearly qualified to be the judge of a cars well-being. When he relieved the same reaction from my poor car, he hooked up the jumper cables. Once it was all hooked up, he tried the key to my car again and it clicked. I had a feeling that because it was making a different noise something was wrong. My dad adjusted the cables and tried again, but to no avail. They called a tow truck Monday morning, and proceeded to examine it. Meanwhile, I grabbed rides from who I could. Monday night my parents came into Fall Play practice to tell me my car was done. The starter was out, which is apparently a necessary and expensive part (see why my dad was thinking "teenage girl"?) and my parents were going to let me have the blue car, getting my mom a new car. So, to end my story, I emptied my car out yesterday and nearly cried. After all, it was the car I spent hours talking to my best friend in, and the car my parents let me drive to one early band my sophomore year. Even though it's just a hunk of metal on two rubber wheels, it was my partner in getting my first (accidental) speeding ticket. So, this is an ode to my now "dead" car.