it snows nine months of the year and hails the other three

started tonight.

I love it! It's so low-key, and I get to work with dogs, and clean, and be by myself, and I'm so excited! Yay!

I'm also exhausted. Tomorrow's thesfest, so I probably won't post again until I get back. see you sunday!

nebulia out.

If you happen to be working on some creative writing project, fanfiction or NaNoWriMo or what have you, post one sentence (or more) from each of your current work(s) in progress in your journal. It should probably be your favorite or most intriguing sentence so far, but what you choose is entirely your discretion. Mention the title (and genre) if you like, but don't mention anything else -- this is merely to whet the general appetite for your forthcoming work(s).

This definitely isn't everything, but...it's something.

( Rurouni Kenshin, Gokusen, Original )

Was cast as the part of Justina in the play. I'm pretty happy with it, even though I wanted Elisenda. The only problem I have with it is who is actually playing Elisenda--I'd pick almost ANYONE in drama over her, including several guys. She is SUCH a bitch. *sigh* But I'll deal with it. It's mostly set in stone anyway, so that's that.

nebulia out.

Please, please, please do spook_me! This is a Halloween spooky stories challenge. Signups start today, at the website, so please check it out! I did it last year and it was fun. XP

School started today...I already have a crapload of homework, so online may be GOOONE if I want to survive senior year. 169 days left, give or take a few. *agony*

I realized something recently. I like spending time with my dad. With Maman, we talk all the time, but with Dad, we don't talk as much, though we do talk. I like talking to Dad, for the most part. We think alike, and it's a lot of fun. Yesterday we went to lunch and then watched 300, which we both really enjoyed, despite the gratuitous sex scene in which Leonidas has a crapload of stamina. But we had a lot of fun. I love hanging out with Dad; I want to do it more often. On the plus side, he might come to Rome with the Latin trip, which would be great fun. I'm so excited for this year, despite the massive class attack. It will be a good year, I think.

They play, as I said I would talk about it, is A Very Old Man With Enormous Wings, based on the story by Gabriel Garcia Marquez. It's going to be really cool, I think. I'm excited for that, too.

Time trials are over. My goal this swim season is to lose weight. I am SOOOO fat.

nebulia out.

Tonoght at play practice I had a huge fight with a girl I've known since seventh grade. I've never really liked her, though most of the time I've been mildly friendly towards her, even though I think she's a self-righteous kind of girl and she dresses far too risque for her size--it's not that she's fat, but she's tall and has some meat on her and is really sort of pretty, but...she shouldn't be wearing skirts that short. So, more like she needs to stop deluding herself and wear a size bigger.

But I digress. My problem with her is not her fashion sense. It's the fact that she's a self-rightwous bitch. But she's friends with a lot of my friends, so I was always friendly with her anyway.

But tonight we had a huge fight--it's been building up, and I've always just kind of rolled my eyes when she would tell me to shut up in US history or whatever--getting angry over it takes to much energy and makes me the bad person (though sometimes I did interrupt her because I'm a little self-righteous too, sometimes, and I thought she didn't know what she was talking about--she's not the only one at fault)--and...thought the amount of emotion it took was huge and if one of my other friends hadn't been there I'd have backhanded her...so I was in tears after I left (Thank God I didn't cry in front of her).

But now...and even after I stopped crying, I feel really liberated. I don't have to be nice to her anymore, and I don't feel bad about not really forgiving her or anything. During our arguement, she cited being sick and on her period as a "Don't fuck with me" kind of thing, and I told her I didn't give a flying fuck because your period comes once a fucking month and no one else gets a break when they're sick, so deal with it (which is totally true--I'm never going to back down from that). But anyway, I don't feel bad about it, and she was avoiding me but I'm definitely not caring, and I'm serious. I don't care. I didn't skirt to the other side of the hall when I walked past her, I didn't leave the room just after I walked in because she was there, and apparently a lot of our mutual friends in drama were kind of expecting it, because they're okay with it. Even her best friend, who, oddly enough, I really trust, was cool with it, and understood my point of view.

So I feel happier than I have in a long time. Because, I think, now I don't have to pretend. And that's very, very good.

In other news, it wonderfully rained all day today and I'm exhausted because of 6-7 hour play practices each night, but whatev. It's almost over, and I like drama anyway.

nebulia out.

I'm the understudy for the Nurse in R&J.

It makes me feel good, because even though a lot of seniors and juniors like myself did the part well in callback, our director--who did IHSSA--trusted me to do the best as an understudy. The thing is, the girl playing the Nurse is a tad flighty, so I might actually have to...do it, you know? But even though it's TONS of work, and with my job at Dad's place and AP exams coming up I'm already beginning to feel swampoed, but I'm still honored. It feels pretty damn good.

:)

And I got a 100 on the CW2 sotry I wasn't expecting to do well on. :) That makes me feel good too.

nebulia out.

Just got back from The Rat Pack: Live from the Sands at the Civic Center. Basically it recreates a night with Frank Sinatra, Sammy Davis, Jr., and Dean Martin from when they had a show at the Sands in Vegas.

Oh.

My.

Stars.

The man playing Frank--Chris Mann--sounded and acted exactly like the real thing. By the end you couldn't belieive it wasn't Frank. It was really, really eerie, in an awesome way.

I'm not as familiar with Sammy Davis, Jr., but my parents say his actor was even closer to Davis than Mann was to Frank, which is terrifying. The guy playing Dean Martin didn't sound like Martin as much as the others sounded like their counterparts, but he had his actions down pat. That was eerie, too.

But it was excellent. Really excellent. I had a great time.

nebulia out.