Some news

Okay. So I failed to realize that anyone who actually reads this thing might be a little bit behind on news due to me negligence. Sorry about that.. So, big news! I applied to write for the Standard Examiner, in the TX teen writing section, and I actually got the job! I'm so excited to start writing for them officially. The editor actually called me to inform me of this, and also to compliment me on the sample pieces I wrote in the application. I am really so happy about all of this. So my first meeting is on September 19, where I will learn more about being on the staff of the Examiner and also meet the other teens writing for the paper. WHICH reminds me- by then I will 17 years old. This past year has really zoomed by for me... I remember writing a few of my first posts on here about "WOW I'm turning 16!" and "When I'm finally 16, everything will be different for me!". Naive, I know. Logically, I know that having a birthday really changes nothing, but I must say that my 15 year old self was right about one thing- everything did change. It has been one hell of a year. Some ups, lots of downs, and insane twists and turns along the way. Honestly, my life this past year should be turned into a soap opera. Most of the issues I ran into, though, were my fault. But at least now I've learned a lot about myself. No matter how cliche that sounds. I think this year will be hard. No- I know that it WILL be. But it'll also be fun, crazy, exciting, and best of all- NEW. Change is inevitable, and it's really about time I stop running from it, and learn to run to it, and embrace everything that comes along with it.. Well. Yea. 11th grade starts in 2 days, and I hope I'm ready this time.

August 20th

Guise. When did school get 2 days away? I’m really not ready to commit to a new school year yet.. However, I am pretty proud of my accomplishments thus far. Being accepted to the newspaper staff was pretty exciting, as well as getting a part in the play. But still.. school brings on all these damned responsibilities that I’m just not okay with yet. I mean- school starts at 8:00. What bastard came up with that one? Aaand my school starts a week earlier then virtually everyone else’s. Double damn. The only upside I can see at the moment is the opportunity to see people I actually like on a day-to-day basis. I have that, at least.

15th time reading the series. . .

I miss sitting up all night, waiting eagerly for the next Harry Potter to come out. I miss skipping school the next day, sitting on my bed with a giant bag of jelly beans, reading. I miss being the smug 2nd grader who's the only on in her class who's actually read all the books. I miss laughing out loud in the middle of the night at something stupid Ron said, or some snarky bitchy thing Hermione did. I miss the Harry being so utterly retarded, and mocking him for his boy-ish-ness. I still cry about it sometimes, late at night, when no one is watching and wish to the stars that the series would continue on and on until I'm on my death bed. At that point J.K Rowling would come to my side, and gently whisper the end into my ear, "Harry dies---" Then I would die, and spend the rest of eternity pondering Harry's death, and coming up with thousands of ways he got there. Years later, while my body is decomposing in the ground, or my ashes long sunk to the bottom of the ocean, or inhaled by countless unknowing cannibals J.K Rowling would die, and from memory, tell me all the books, word for word, until finally I would learn all about Voldemort, and his death, and Harry's victory. I love that series. It's been a huge part of my life. Hermione was my only friend in elementary school, and Ron my true love in Middle school. I later decided I would marry Fred & George, and be sister wives with Hermione and Luna. It was my entire life for a long time, and it fed my imagination, and took me to beautiful magical places I wished with all my heart to be. It aught me courage, and love, and pain. It helped me escape from my silent hell, and gave me a safe haven to go to when everything around me was falling apart, and my whole self was crumbling into oblivion. That may sound a little silly, but Harry Potter is, was, and always will be a huge part of my life, and it makes me so sad that it's all over now.

Electronic High School

Despite how awesome it sounds, taking online classes is a living hell. I mean, sounds nice to be able to take English at home in your Pj's eating ice cream, right? No! NOT nice! It is so easy to get behind in these classes. I mean, you'll be coasting along doing only enough assignments to keep you from getting kicked off the roll. Everything is fine and you're not really worried about it. Until one day you wake up, and Hey, You're 2 bloody quarters behind! Suddenly, you're in a panic with you're parents sitting on your lap daily screaming at you to get caught up! No more lazy Sundays reading Calvin & Hobbes for you! Work, work, work!
It's so ridiculously easy to forget about online classes. It's impossible to forget to attend you're AP World History class at school, but when it's online, you just coast around on a strict computer diet of Facebook and Sims2. The internet holds wonder and glory for you. Until, of course it suddenly hits you that "Oh, I'm not going to graduate. I didn't take that World History class, did I?"
It's like some sort of poor joke, or maybe more like a nightmare. You're wearing no shoes being chased by giant spiders through Hogwarts Forbidden Forest. Until you're sucked into a Windows Computer. Then you're wandering about the internet, updating Facebook and stumbling about on Google Images. Then everything goes dark, and you're on SIS, checking you're grades. Suddenly, you're principal walks up to you. "No graduation for you! Mwahaha!" Everything starts spinning, and you finally remember: EHS! Nooooo. . . And wake up in a cold sweat. (Nooo, of course I haven't had that dream. *Loud eye-roll* )
Then once you factor in the fact that you're taking 3 online classes that you may or may not have completely forgotten about, you're pretty much screwed. Like me. :/
Since I remembered EHS, I've been working practically non-stop on the stupid thing. Then a couple of weeks ago, my Algebra 2 teacher got cancer and went on sick leave. The School principal, Dr Donaldson (Or as us students so "fondly" call him Voldemort) stupidly decided "Lets put these students in an Online Class!
It's called Aleks, and is apparently very effective. Or at least Voldemort thinks so. Now, we all spend most of our class time on the computer pretending to work. I'm pretty sure one of these days, technology will take over, and we'll end up in some sort of Matrix situation. Or the computer monitors will suck us up, and we'll spend the rest of our days inside the internet while our young 16 year old bodies deteriorate in the real world. They'll be sorry then. Or not.
Real Class Total: 1. Online Class Total: 4. This is ridiculous.

A Little Story. . .

A few months ago, my friend wrote to me over Facebook, telling me how much she loved me, and how grateful she was to know me. She then disappeared for a couple minutes. When she came back, I asked her what was up. She told me how sad she was, and how much she just wanted to die. She said she just took a bunch of sleeping pills, and was ready to die. I started crying, and told her that I wished I could be there for her and if she survived this, I promised to be a better friend for her. For only a couple minutes we talked, and I told her how sorry I was she felt that way, and that I understood. She wrote: "I'm going to go to the hospital. Thank you, for everything."
I will never, ever forget how glad I am that I was online when I was. I can't imagine my life without her in it, and I just hope I can be there for people when they feel alone and really need someone, like I was that night.

Well, would you look at that? I'm Mrs Lovett!

So as I'm moseying about my posts, I noticed I hadn't written anything about a play I'm playing the lead part in, and I thought, this is ridiculous! My entire life has been centered around this part, and yet I haven't even written a post on my blog for it! So here we go.
A couple of months ago, I auditioned for my High School's production of Sweeney Todd. I hoped to have the lead, but I didn't expect much. This is only my 2nd play I've ever even been in, and I kind of figured I would just give it a try, and maybe work backstage. And, what do you know? I got the lead!
For those unfamiliar of Sweeney Todd, here's a little overview for y'all. A talented barber named Benjamin Barker lived in London with his young wife and brand new baby girl. His wife, Lucy, was a beauty and Benjamin wasn't the only one who thought so. A "pious vulture of the law", Judge Turpin lusted after her like you wouldn't believe. He asked her again and again to give him favor, but she was committed to her family. So the Judge Turpin sent Benjamin Barker out of London for life on a trumped up charge. He then tricked Lucy into seeing him one night, when he raped her. She ended up poisoning herself with arsenic. The Judge took Johanna, their daughter and kept her as his own.
15 years later, Benjamin Barker returned to London with the alias of Sweeney Todd. He came back to find his family and be with them, but he meets a widow, Mrs Lovett (Who allegedly had always had a 'thing' for him". She informed him of his family, and he swears to kill the judge in revenge. Obviously they're both barking mad. While he waits for the perfect opportunity to the judge, he starts a nasty little business with Mrs Lovett, wherein he take clients to barber, and then slits they're throat with his razor. Mrs Lovett, who owns a pie shop below his barber shop, bakes Sweeney's victims into pies and serves them to happily paying customers.
The musical is very dark (obviously), but it offers so much more than that. There's love, lies, and surprises behind every corner. I would tell you one, but then it wouldn't be a surprise anymore. Anyways, I love playing the part and I have to admit my entire life is pretty much centered on this play. It's hard work, and I absolutely LOVE it.