Come on, Pockets!

Wow...long day. I am so exhausted right now and I will most likely have to wash my hair three times in order to remove the excessive amount of hairspray from my hair. Well...that's theatre for ya! I actually do not mind having to do the removal and re-application of mounds of makeup, hairspray and mic tape goo. I absolutely love the theatre. Even the two hour early call before the curtain goes up and the stomach-wrenching, mind-taunting, terrifying nerves. It just all fits me perfectly.

I am happy to say that not one person missed a cue tonight. There happens to be a certain person in the cast, who will remain unnamed of course, who frequently forgets to come on stage when he is supposed to. If this happened once, twice, or even three times I would understand, but every single run-through we have done for this play he has missed at least three cues. Yes, I do exaggerate often, but this time I am completely serious. And yes, it is very frustrating but I'm surprising myself by how patient I am being. Usually, I would have gone off on him a couple times already. I know my good friend who has claimed the dressing room mirror next to mine has gone off on him a few times.

This girl is brash, impatient, and strong-willed, but she is the most interesting, endearing, hilarious person I think I have ever met. She's funny in the sense of she doesn't care what people think about her and she's very quirky. She wants to be a linguist when she graduates and moves on with her life, so sometimes when she's angry, frustrated, or surprised she will break out into random phrases in either German, French, or Russian. We have very similar opinions about pretty much everything. I simply love her.

The dressing room is one of my favorite things about my school's productions. The friendships and bonds you make with the actors and tech crew are long-lasting and touch if not impossible to break. The girls who act in almost every show and know the green room and costume shop and stage backwards and forwards (like me and the girl next to me), have mirrors they always sit at. That may sound like we're "divas" but we just always happen to claim those same mirrors. We're always early for call to help the director or to get our hair, makeup, and costuming done so we can help the other girls who maybe haven't done shows before with their things when they show up so it just happens that way.

The main tech manager who runs the lighting we call Pockets. He always has pants and shirts with so many pockets!!! He is so funny though. He's the one who is kind of scary because of his size and disposition when you first meet him, but he's just a big 'ol teddy bear. He always gets mad when the girls write their names/character's names on the mirror in lipstick, but we always do it anyway. He says it's hard to get off but seriously...one swoop of a wet paper towel and it comes off. Come on, Pockets.

All in all, the theatre experience in my school is amazing and always leaves you with interesting stories.

However, if you're the sort of person who is offended easily by being ordered around by experienced actors and actresses and techies, the theatre is not for you.

Scariest Thought in a High School Student's Mind: COLLEGE

Ever since I started this blog, all my friends have decided to make blogs too. Ha...started a trend I suppose. Well, today starts tech week for the play I'm in. For those of my readers who do not know what tech week is, tech week is the week right before the show when you're at the theatre pretty much every spare second you have doing run-throughs and dress rehearsals.

I must say that Tech Rehearsals are the worst. Tech rehearsals are the rehearsals mainly for the tech crew. They do lighting, curtains, set pieces, all that jazz, and the actors only show up those days to be the techies' actor dummies. The tech crew and directors move the actors around on stage to see what lighting best fits the scene. Lovely.

I do enjoy theatre quite a lot however. Being able to slip into the mind, personality, and attire of a completely different person for a little bit is exciting. You get to express emotions and react to certain things differently than you might react, yourself. Some of my goals in life are the following: to play Mrs. Lovett in a stage production of Sweeny Todd, direct a show, write, star in, and direct a show, stage manage for a show, direct a movie, star in a moive, write a movie, and so many other things. Acting is a major part of my life thus far. I have a feeling it will always be a passion I have. I hope i get to accompish some, if not (and probably not) all of my goals.

I've recently begun to seriously think about college. Where to go, how to prepare, the ACT, SAT, etc...the college that both of my parents went to has an excellent theatre program as well as a top-knotch psych program which are the two areas in which I'd be most interested. Plus, i'd get to be a legend in my mom's sorority. That's odd to think about...I never pictured myself as a sorority girl...but I'm almost exactly like my mother and she was president two (basically three) years running. I guess I should give it a try. Sounds like fun...except the idea of pledging scares me half to death. You watch movies like Sydney White (which actually wasn't awful) and that movie with hilary swank where the head haunchos of the sorority plegde and judge the girls so hard that one of them dies trying to complete a task, and it makes one wonder if the pain of pledging is even worth it.

College, I'm sure, will be fun...It's probably the planning and the first month or so that's the hardest and scariest. Most of my friend's haven't even thought about it yet...but then I sit back and I think to myself, "college is two years away...that's not that far from now..." and thats when the sweaty palms, fidgiting, and hyperventilating comes into play...

I do know one thing however...I do not want to stay in my hometown for college...uh uh. Nope. Last, very last, option. If I have to stay here for college...God help me and whoever gets on my list. JUST KIDDING! If I have to stay here for college, I suppose it won't be the end of the world or the end of my sanity. But probably pretty close.

Amadeus

I attended church this morning in a very groggy mood. I didn't get much sleep last night so I must admit, staying in bed all this morning sounded pretty good to me. However, like my family expects of me, I dragged myself out of my warm, comfy bed and made ready myself for another cold, rainy day.

The church service, I found when I arrived, was not one I would have wanted to miss. First of all, there was a giant screen on the stage, which is not usually there so I figured this service would not be like any others. Second, we took the offering at the beginning. Very odd and different from the standard routine at my church. And then when my pastor stood up, he began talking about movies he enjoyed and showed the congregation clips from several movies that stuck out to them. The categories for the movies were odd though...He chose clips from the following movies and T.V. series: Apollo 13, The Killing Fields, Green Mile, Up, and Amadeus.

Two clips were from the older 90s mini series Apollo 13 with Tom Hanks. May pastor loves Tom Hanks. The one from those two that really stuck out to me was a clip of one of the training sessions the astronauts had to go through in order to learn what moon rocks were the rocks they needed to bring back. The teacher or whatever was talking about origins or rocks and how the mountains in california came to be. There was a granite rock on top of a peak they stood on, but one of the astronauts noticed that there wasn't any granite around. The teacher took them to a place lower on the mountain where a bunch of granite could be found and it was amazing to hear about how things come to be. One of the only times in my life when science as amazed me instead or bored me.

The other one I found really great was a clip from Amadeus. The movie is about Mozart and his conflict with another composer named Salieri who just completely envied Mozart. When he was an old man, Salieri attempted suicide and the clip is when he's being interviewed by a person in an insane asylum about why he tried to kill himself. Salieri has a flashback of when Mozart's wife came to him with original compositions of music that didn't have any corrections or anything. It was perfect as it was to begin with. And Salieri says it was utterly miraculous and perfect and amazing. Mozart's wife takes that as a good thing, but when she asks for Salieri's help in publishing them, he drops them on the floor, walks over them, and goes to the other room and burns a small crucifix that was hanging on his wall. An image that has been burned into my mind was at the end of the clip, Salieri in the insane asylum tells his story and he was angry and spitting about how envious he was and how Mozart was his enemy and God was his enemy for not giving him the same incredible ability as Mozart, but then, after he finishes his nasty threats and promises of vengence and destruction of Mozart, he sits back. When he sits back, he smiles. This wasn't a "oh i'm just kidding" smile or even an evil glare/smirk. No, this smile was the smile of one so enveloped and engulfed with jealousy and hatred that it had corroded the mind and had driven one to insanity. A smile of...maybe unawareness of the depth of the action he tried to commit and the condemning nature of his words. Just...a smile.

Needless to say...I must see the whole movie.

"Some Days, You Gotta Dance"

On days like today, I utterly hate everything I do. I'm testy, irritable, and judgmental. I hate myself when I'm like this. School just got out...longest day of my life.

I wrote a short script for a Courtwarming assembly that just briefly describes my school's winter play and it was supposed to be really cool, but we couldn't play the background music so the whole thing kind of tanked....that is the only reason I went to school today. I was feeling very sick this morning with a major sinus headache. But once I remembered the assembly I dragged myself out of bed and barely changed my apparel before heading off to the dreaded building called school. That started me off on a sour note.

But just a few moments ago I decided to change my horrid attitude. In an hour or so, I am meeting my friends Sarah and Shawn and possibly Charlie. I simply refuse to be in a bad mood. The sinus cold will simply have to wait. When people are in a bad mood, it completely changes the atmosphere around them in a negative way. I don't want to be the person who negatively changes my surroundings. It's not fair to me, or my friends.

But anyway...the thought currently on my mind is neither intellectual or interesting to quite possibly most of my readers. Why don't they make a panda animal cracker??? My favorite animal is a panda bear and not only am I outraged that they are going extinct because of those horrible, hell-bound panda poachers, but also they are very often forgotten about. I mean those people at the Nabisco place should really consider broadening their horizons on the animals they "deem" worthy for cracker imitations. Simply unfair if you ask me.

And so I leave you with some more wonderful song lyrics:

 One eye on the clock
And one on the phone
It's 5:19....
I'm feeling alone
If I could talk to you
I'd want you to know
I'm holding loose
But ain't letting go

"5:19" by Matt Wetrz

Let's Walk As Slow As We Possibly Can

Wow...just wrote the most frustrating World Studies paragraph of my life. My teacher is very nice though, she helped me with my cited items in the paper. SO difficult.

Anyway...my thought for the day is, "Why do people walk so horribly slow?"

Honestly, it is so hard to just walk at my pace? Everyone needs walk as fast as I do and I'll be happy. Everyone who deosnt walk as fast as I do needs to get over themselves, get a clue, and follow my example.

Do you see how selfish that is? I found myself completely exhasborated in the hallway this morning because I was the lucky late person who got stuck behind the people who walk as slow as a snail. But truly, this isn't something I should complain about. I shouldn't have been late in the first place and they don't know I'm in a rush. Most of the time, they don't know I'm even behind them.

Once I stopped and thought about it, I actually envy the carefree disposition those people seem to have. If I had that, perhaps I wouldn't have been rushed in the first place.

Everything will work out the way it is supposed to...late for class or not.

Yes, I Am Very Sick of the Topic of Abortion.

Pretty much everyone has their own opinion about abortion. You don't find many people who aren't completely sure how they feel. Some people abhor even the mention of the word. Others are very liberal about the idea. I'm not saying one is right over the other because in the end, it's not really my decision. It's up to God what's ultimately right or wrong.
This is my opinion:

I disagree with anyone who says it's okay to get an abortion. I believe it is basically murder. the fetus is alive from the time the sperm and egg join (gross I know). So if I ever got pregnant as a teenager, or at any age for that matter, I would not get an abortion. And if, God please forbid, I was ever raped and accidentally got pregant, I still would not get an abortion. I believe everything happens for a reason, which is a long blog in and of itself. So I won't go to the topic of coincidences. Bottom line, I do not agree with abortion.

However, I feel it is not my decision and therefore I am undecided about whether I am pro-choice or pro-life.

Another thing I am unsure about is my political tastes. My mother is a loyal democrat, and my father leans to republican all the time. When a split exists in a family like that, a child can get confused. My parents are divored, so I never get a full debate at one time. That being said, I tend to agree more with my mother. That also being said, my mother voted for Obama this past election. My father, of course voted for McCain. I wanted to vote for Hilary. HA! Just kidding!!! I really didn't care for any of the candidates on this last election. Honestly, I wouldn't have voted this last round. My main problem with Obama was he was for partial birth abortions. Absolutely not.

That brings us back to abortion. I kind of drifted from my original topic. You must excuse my spastic thoughts. Partial birth abortion, in my specific opinion, is not okay in the least. The baby is already living. As Juno MacGuff would say, "It has fingernails!" And sucking the brains from a baby whose mother, A. didn't do this sooner when it's less catastrophic and B. is killing the baby in the first place, simply shouldn't have had unprotected sex in the first place.
To those mothers who DID use a condom and still managed to get pregnant, you really should have made up you mind sooner.

But now my ranting is finished. And the title I gave this blog IS true. I am very tired of this topic. If anyone would like to comment and either yell at me via comment or debate me, feel free. My mind is not closed to other opinions.

I wish to leave my readers on a happy note. So here are some lyrics from a song that I absolutely adore:

"I will not take my love away.
When praises cease and seasons change.
The whole world turns the other way.
I will not take my love away.

I will give you what you need.
In plenty or in poverty.
Forever, always, look to me.
And I will give you what you need.

I will not take my love away."

-"I will not take my love away" by Matt Wertz

I love my readers :) all five you you!!!!

What happened to John Doe?

May I just begin by saying I thoroughly enjoy how often I space out in World Studies Class. This time when my mind wondered off, I actually stayed on topic relatively. We were again researching our African tribe we were assigned and as I read I kept thinking about the lives of these people.

I read about the patriarchal society the Lunda tribe has and my mind invented a scenario. The website mentioned something about how beating one's wife was not unheard of. That is a sad thing, yet people in their society saw that as normal. Here in the U.S. such a thing is awful and seen as completely unacceptable. Think about if you were put in such a place. No one cared if your spouse came home and punched you in the face every night. No one cared if he held you down and had intercourse with you against your will. No one cared if died.

It just hit me that there are SO MANY people who have been born, lived, and died without anyone knowing about it. When I say anyone I mean the rest of the world. Of course people in their community knew them. I mean think about it. A living, breathing person who has feelings, senses, and a working mind has lived a whole lifetime and never made a single, important impact on life itself. That happens a lot.

Me, I want to make a difference.

Another Cinematic Adventure (as Dane Cook would say)

Me and my dear friend went to see the box office hit Avatar today. As the main character decides that the most important thing for him to do is to save the blue, alienesque creatures of the planet Pandora, I was sitting there wondering, "Well this is only maybe a year out of this man's life. What is his story? Where did it go from there? And what are the stories of the poor souls who were blown up in the final battle between the aliens and the army or the one who were killed by the aliens' poisoned arrows? Who thinks of an intricate plot such as this? Does a place like Pandora actually exist and we simply haven't discovered it yet? And what kind of sick, twisted marine mates with a ten foot tall blue alien creature???"

These questions are probably very ridiculous. I was probably the only ridiculous individual who asked themselves these questions instead of simply enjoying another cinematic masterpiece in a comfortable, yet rather squeaky theater chair. But truly, you cannot tell me you have never watched a movie and asked yourself these kinds of farcical questions.

Honestly though, when I stepped outside into the freezing February night air to grab the mail out of the mailbox, I looked up at the stars and tried to make out Orion or Cassiopea or taurus, trying to put to use the information I'm getting from Astronomy Class. But instead I found myself wondering if there was such a place as Pandora, if there were creatures who communicated, functioned, and thought just like I do. As big as the universe is, there must be something out there. Something we haven't found or haven't noticed.

Now I realize I probably have very very few readers, but to those of you who DO read this random, spastic, pensive blog, I leave you with a question or two. Or three.

What if there was a Pandora?

Would we live long enough to see Americans become the bad guys to a peaceful, functional civilization?

Have we lived that long already?

rocky, mimi, and reid

yep...it is 3 in the morning and i am going to blog. I created this blog in the middle of World Studies class. We were supposed to be researching African tribes but i didnt really feel like doing as much. So i created a blog.

this blog is going to be about my friends rocky, mimi, and reid who are all over hanging out. We promised rocky's mom we wouldnt stay up late...guess that went out the window. We definitely have play rehearsal in a few hours...well a few more than a few hours.

I had six coffees today...thats a lot of freaking coffee. Just started the crashing faze. we just watched maybe ten different youtube videos. Everyone should check out FND films on youtube sometime. very very funny. we've been quoting dane cook, family guy, and all that jazz. sooooooo tired.

well...we're gonna go fork someone's yard. probably gonna fork the hot guy down the street's yard. YES good idea on my part. spell out my name and number in forks. i am very smart.

Stay tuned!!!

BYE

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