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Thursday, January 21, 2010

The Silence

Sorry for not posting.
I have a show this weekend. This week has been nutso!

Saturday, January 16, 2010

An Idea?

So my school has decided to do a student written play next year, and I'm one of the head writers in the Theatre Department.
I know I want to write it.
I know I want it to have a positive message.
But I don't want the topic to be cliched and overdone.

Help?? Any Ideas??

Thursday, January 14, 2010

Say Three Hail Marys

Confession- I'm A Dinosaur

No, really. I still watch VHS tapes. I still buy CDs. I still own an 8 track player. I don't watch most color movies. I like to cook big dinners for people. I like to sew. I make my own dresses. I clean when I'm angry, or bored, or if it's a mess. I'm constantly looking for the best deal. If it's not on sale, I don't buy it.

I realize that 'I don't know nothin yet." Even though the teenager in me hates my parents, I'm soaking up the information they give me to use it later. Last week I was stressed out because I didn't know what I wanted to do the rest of my life.

As if that's not enough; I believe its the man's job to bring home the bacon, and the woman's to make the home.

Do I plan on going to college? Oh yes. Do I plan on having a family? Hopefully one day. Am I in any rush? Not at all. I don't even know how to pay a bill yet.

I need my routine. I have a daily routine that starts with me waking up at 6 (or 8 if its a weekend), and ends with me doing a quick sudoku, setting my alarm and going to sleep before 11:30. The next morning, I roll out of bed and start all over again...

(Is there anybody out there?)

Wednesday, January 13, 2010


"Songs without music are poems"
-Casey, 12

Originally, I was going to find some deep, insightful quote by some well known philosopher; but upon hearing this, those hopes were dashed.

You know that moment of silence after something truly shocking has been said? That moment after the perfect, biting, ego deflating comment has been formulated and delivered at the perfect moment? That moment after some one ruins a funny moment with a fail-tacular comment. The moments after your mother finishes explaining, over dinner, how ovaries work; permanently ruining spaghetti and meatballs for you?

Yes, one of those moments followed this observation by my 12 year old brother. My brother and I reacted some moments later with tactical facepalms.

Granted, the kid is only 12. But when I was 12, I was discussing the messages Dr. Seuss had cleverly hidden in his books, and complain about the poor use of the English vocabulary. What are the youth of the world coming to?!

Perhaps I, and my friends, are the exception to the rest of the generation.

Or maybe, all the brains and the brawn and the stunning good looks in the family were seized by the first 5 of my parents children, leaving the sixth genetically coded to fail....

Tuesday, January 12, 2010


After visiting several blogs, I found that I liked the ones that had some sort of weekly posting structure to them. So I'm going to try to start something like that. Starting today with Reflection Tuesdays.

A conversation today with my brother revealed a matter that my conscious mind was unaware of. I say my "conscious" mind because unconsciously, I was more than aware.

     The moment you walk through the doors of high school, you stop learning lessons from a book.
     Instead, you learn more useful things.
     For example, how to appear to being paying attention when really thinking about how to beat the next level on Call of Duty, what to blog about that night, or why men and flick their tongues faster than women. Or, how to break up the homework so that everyone in the class only has to answer one of the questions and copies the rest. And, my specialty, how to B.S. and essay and get the highest grade in the class without actually knowing what your talking about.
     But you don't learn all this in one year. So I've broken it down into a short lesson plan for each year.

Freshman Year
     1. How To Access Your Locker
The combination is the easy part. Getting passed the hulking, broad- shouldered, mo- hawked football player to reach your lock and be safely out of the way of stampeding upperclassmen, becomes an acrobatic feat. Especially for anyone under 5'5".
     2. Understanding Ebonics
Depending on where you're school is, this is an important lesson to learn quickly. Your teacher will most likely be some 6 foot three hundred pound female. Ebonics are no longer partial to race or upbringing...
     3. Keeping A Low Profile
This becomes basic survival thats applied throughout high school. The benefits of learning this lesson well include escaping the attentions of your psycho chemistry teacher and that senior that thinks he's a riot.
     4. Navigating the Halls
It seems an easy task. But its the most violent game of human pinball in existence. Identifying which bumpers have negative and positive connotations is part of the skill.
     5. Appearing to Care
Another basic talent that's applicable in all areas of life. Mastering this skill will save you from the teacher's sick games of picking the student who seems to be paying the least attention.

It appears that I shall have to save Sophomore lessons for next week :]

Monday, January 11, 2010

The Who??

So I've decided to break up some of my story writing, with a little day to day life.
And now for a little background::
 I'm that girl who sits in the back of the class and laughs with her friends the whole day. I'm that girl that seems rather out of it most of the time and sometimes more than a little slow. I'm that girl that's facebook status that uses the words "writing, reading, singing, performaning" over 300 times in her status'. And yet, 'm also that brainy girl that takes all honors and AP Courses and remembers the most minute details.

So,background over with, I continue on to the funniest word challenge I have ever encountered.

Today, in 6th AP US History, I took an essay test.
My two best friends sit beside me and in front of me. (A rather bad combination after all of us consume 3 bags of Clodhoppers each as our meal) I digress. This essay is supposed to be over the Spanish- American War and US involvement in the Philippians.

It started out like any other essay test. Very. Slowly.
As I'm clawing through all the information I had in my brain and begin to write, the first sign of trouble appears.
I blanked.
Not on what i was going to say, rather, who I was saying it about.
So I lean over and whisper,
"Hey, Kristina, is it the Philippians, or the Philistines?"
She lets out a loud snort of laughter.
Every head turns our direction.
Still laughing, though now much quieter, she leans over and whispers,

And I move on.

A few minutes later, I run out of B.S. to put down. So I glance over to "borrow" some of Kristina's ideas.

The line I see is as follows:
"We went to war with Spain, because they were a bunch of meanies, and because we wanted to."
Chuckling slightly under my breath, I continue to look for ideas.

I glance over Erica's shoulder and see:
"We wanted Cuba, because not only would it give us access to valuable trade in the countries surrounding the Caribbean, but also because its a really nice sea cruise ships to take tourists on."
I laughed a little louder. And suddenly my raging tomboy side broke through my weak, girl-y appearance.

I wrote:
"We decided to annex Hawaii and American Samoa because we really wanted hula-dancing football players with long last names like 'Polamalu'."

But the fun doesn't stop there! Oh no!

The three of us turn in our essays and began to compare what we wrote.

Erica, though brilliant in her own way, is the WORST speller I have met in my entire short life. She's also easily confused.
Kristina is simply brilliant. She often points out little conundrums and interesting details.

So, after finishing our short discussion about content, Kristina asks.
"Why are the Philippians spelt with a P-H, but the name of they're people starts with an F?"

And for the priceless moment that caused a straight drop into chaos,
"Its spelt with a P-H?"
Erica's face was a priceless expression of mortification, shock, and total confusion.

Very wary of the answer, bracing myself for something odd, I asked the inevitable,
"Yes. How did you spell it?"



The explosion of laughter that followed caused our teacher to jump awake from his nap, the class next door to peak in our door from the hallway, and the permanently grumpy girl in the front of the room to turn around and fix a glare that seemed to wish for us to burn in our seats.

some 2 minutes later, Kristina catches her breath, wipes her eyes and says.
"Its spelled, P-H-I-L-L-I-P-I-A-N-S."

"Oh..." Erica says.

And suddenly I begin laughing twice as hard as before.
"What?" Erica asks, slightly confused as to why this was more funny than the initial spelling.

After I could talk again, I informed them that I had spelled it P-H-I-L-I-P-P-E-A-N-S."

Dear small islands located near Japan,