Spring break has come at last (HALLELUJAH!)
As I shall be in ft. myers beach, florida for the next 9 days, this is adieu for the moment.
I love you all, and shall soak up some sun, eat some ice cream, and hit on some random strangers for you!!!!!!
ADIOS, INDIANA!!!!!!!!!
Henry James
(thank you, terrormarie :)
Happy Birthday to ME!
Happy First Day of Spring to YOU!
:)
Just a reminder to have a wonderful day, full of friendship and laughter and gumdrops.
AH!!!!
Spill Canvas. This is awesome.
I just want to throw it out there that if I don’t know you, I probably am not really going to be up for accepting your friend request on Facebook. Especially when you have no pictures of yourself and hardly any information. That makes you shady, and creepers gonna creep. Just ask my dean of students, who I am pretty sure must have an autobiography entitled, My Life As a Pedophile. Life ain’t fair sometimes, kids, but it’s a hell of a lot easier when you aren’t a supercreep.
Hello kids.
If it is where you live, as it is where I live, meaning sunny and lovely and just altogether spring-y, I have a word of caution for you before you go take a nap in the sun, eat a picnic in the sun, play frisbee in the sun, etc.
Wear Sunscreen! Wear Sunscreen! Wear Sunscreen!
Take it from me, mi amigos. Sunburn ain’t pretty under fluorescents.
“The Rising” Bruce Springsteen, the boss.
Hello my friends.
I am unusually unoccupied right now, because Paul is taking a nap and not responding to texts and I have finished my photography poster. Which, by the way, I have a problem with. I’m a senior in high school, almost a graduate, taking an advanced photography course…and I have to do poster projects? It isn’t really the poster that bothers me, it’s the GLUE STICKS! Seriously. I had a little bit of a hissy fit earlier. I HATE glue sticks. You’re trying to get it to all the corners of the things you’re gluing down, and in the meantime, its kind of starting to dry, and big blobs are breaking off, and its getting all over everything BUT the thing you are supposed to be making sticky. In my case tonight, all over my print fresh from the darkroom. So I try to wipe it off. Bad idea. BAD idea. It smears all over and now my print is sticky all over. Ugh. I hate glue sticks. Why am I making an informational poster anyway? Can’t I write a report or something that doesn’t involve getting purple “dries clear” shit all over my fingers?
Enough complaining. It’s been a great week, really. A little bit of a downer on Saturday night, but nothing unexpected. Boys. Gotta hate how much we need ‘em. But besides that, which wasn’t even that bad, this week has kicked ass! Major. I found out I got a role in the spring comedy, You Can’t Take It With You, which is also coincidentally my last NC production :( Time to start working my ass back up to the top again. I got one of the SEVEN girl roles from over 55 girls who auditioned. Whew! It was a pleasant surprise, to say the least. Best part is? I got the part I wanted, too! Not the lead, I couldn’t play Alice well. No, I got Mrs. Kirby, the conservative, uptight mother. WIN! So completely opposite from my family. It’s going to be a really fun role to portray. (Just went to text my girl Kelsie and realized there is glue stick glue on my phone. Curses.)
The very best part of this week though? We had a high of 68. Life, my friends, is awfully good. Listening to the Killers, making up for my absence on here, and thinking about how there is ONE week until my birthday, and TWO till spring break. Thank the lord. We ALL need a break. And then after that, only like 5 weeks until graduation. Too strange. I’m not going to think about that until I know where I’m going to college.
Speaking of which, I got accepted at IU, full tuition paid, and Kalamazoo, 64g scholarship, and now I’m waiting. Denison said they would mail my decision letter, minus the financial package, tomorrow. And Brown is posting their decisions online April 1 at 6pm. (Lizzie, we will be in Florida. Prepare yourself. I promise when I get rejected I won’t freak out too hardcore. I’m prepared.) But what’s up with that? I know not sending an actual paper letter is all Brown-y and green and all, but what if by some freak chance, I get IN!? Then I am sure as hell going to want a copy of that baby, you know? And not some printed off crap, either. I deserve fucking sealing wax. Pardon my french. Rachel, if you read this, at least my potty mouth isn’t (quite) as bad as yours. Don’t tell mom.
Anyway, this post has reached epic lengths. I shall stop boring the masses with meaningless drivel now.
Ta!
