This blog post is to make up for the one I didn’t do last week. I don’t know if it actually will, but a girl can try. And fail. It doesn’t matter. I like writing these.
Here’s a video of a tilt-a-whirl, aka what Mrs. Gounis says reading my thoughts makes her go through. That comment made me so happy: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MICrm7oQBXQ
Here’s a song I can’t stop listening to: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JdUKUQv0s38
Yeah, it’s circus music. Yeah, shut the fuck up.
You fuck with Mother Nature and she’s gonna get pissed, she don’t always act like a lady.
I might blow off Slam Poetry Club with Kelly Cook today to go play Dungeons and Dragons with Colin just before my callbacks.
I’m trying to write this novel based loosely around my life and I really need to spend some time deeply thinking about that soon or I might fall off the face of the earth.
Too many things are happening for me to miss anything at all. It’s so nice not to be nostalgic. Even when things are over, they just keep happening. It’s exactly what I need to stay afloat.
I heard that a lot of people didn’t get callbacks and I don’t know what it could possibly mean and they are only going to be about 30-40 minutes and the whole thing is making me so nervous. I’m trying to think of the characters I most want to play. They are Olivia, Maria, Viola, and Feste. I can’t stress to you enough how much I want to play a drunken character, but I doubt I’d get to play Feste, because I don’t play an instrument. I love Feste, though. Oh my god. When I saw Kira’s production in December, they cast Feste as a girl and it was fantastic to watch. That would be quite a role to play. I can’t remember if Maria gets drunk or not, but I think I will try to make myself drunken no matter what role I play. I have faith that they’ll make me a drunken person, though, or I guess my drunken rendition of Sonnet 130 wasn’t as “life-changing” as Ms. Leung claimed. Like God, please don’t make claims like that unless you’re going to follow through.
Kira and I keep texting each other about our ROMANCE DRAMA which is so much fun. She has this 22-year-old guy who has a crush on her, but he keeps being weird. His name is Devon. Please don’t tell her I’m gossiping about her in my blog. Anyway I love her and I almost wish she wasn’t going to Disney over February Break so I could see her, but I know she’s happy about going.
Mrs. Gounis just used some word to describe blogging and I don’t remember what it was. A combination of “perturbative” and “intuitive” or something. I am too lazy to ask her.
I don’t know what else I’m doing over February Break at the moment except that my friends are having a Valentine’s Day party and Karen and I are going to go shopping at some point and my dad wants to take us skiing. I just want to see my friends every day. Or I’ll be sad.
I realized I applied to Noodles and Company with my cell phone number instead of my home number and I never get cell service so I sent a second application with the right number because I was too lazy to call them. They must think I’m off my rocker. I wish I gave a fuck. Maybe I’d actually get anything done.
Blogging is a little addicting, why am I not writing my ode. Fuck you, Kasia. You ruined my life. I hate you.
I’LL DO ALMOST ANYTHING TO PLAY FESTE GOD PLEASE I’LL TELL ALYSSA TO TEACH ME THE UKULELE I KNOW YOU WANT ME I NEED TO PLAY AN OFF-HER-ROCKER CHARACTER PLEASE GOD PLEASE
Our version of Twelfth Night is going to be set in a casino, which is pretty exciting. The priest who’s “almost responsible for Illyria’s first ever same-sex marriage” is going to be someone doing an Elvis impersonation, which I’m so excited about. I really hope Helena gets that part because her impersonation is killer. I’d love to see her onstage more.
I feel like maybe I should be sad that this is my last play or that Colin couldn’t audition with me but everything is just like whatever.
I hate myself for a lot of reasons but especially because I get bored of my clothes so easily and I’ll go through this thing where I’ll only wear a rotation of the same select clothes because I hate everything else I own.
I want to talk about colors now. My favorite color is probably red, but I love purple too, and especially shades between red and purple. Like wine. That’s so pretty. Here you go.
I used to have a pair of boots this color, but the zipper on one of them broke and then I cried for about ten years. I remember that happened on a day when I really wanted to End It All, but that was still somehow the worst part of that day.
The anniversary is coming up soon. February 20.
KIRA doesn’t even know how to help me with my Situation. I’m screwed. I am beyond help. In the wise words of Callum, “Life is meaningless. Embrace hedonism.”