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

You Are 56% Emo

You're not emo, but you're plenty thoughtful, unique, and even a little angsty.

That's okay.

Bad news: Yesterday, I hit Wags' car (that my dad was driving) as I backed out of the driveway to swim practice. The entire side of Minerva is horrendously dented, though she's driveable. It's going to cost me an arm and a leg to fix her.


Dad was pissed, but not as pissed as I thought he'd be. He's pretty forgiving about it, for the most part.

Good news: Swim team started. The new JV coach actually treats us like we're human, which is a relief. He's pretty cool. Dad played water polo against him, and said he did a lot of dope. I like him anyway. He's okay.

Good news: My article for Imagine is definitely going to be in! It's all finalized and everything, I just need to send in a picture. It'll be in Imagine magazine in the November/December 2007 issue. I'm so excited!

I hurt, but it's wonderful. I love swim team so much. XP

That's that.

nebulia out.

Good thing #1: I made callbacks.

Good thing #2: Moises Kaufman--author of the Laramie Project--came to speak today.

He was fantastic. Some of the things he said--I wrote down some of them, but I don't have my book with me at the moment. I just wanted a quick post. I'll edit later. But they were amazing. He was funny, poignant, involved the audience, well-spoken, friendly...and every word that came out of his mouth was just perfect. He was so eloquent, and he has so smart. He knew what he was talking about, but he still let us dictate the discussion. I loved it.

What's more, at the beginning he asked us how we felt about the play, how the controversy affected us, why we thought it did. I raised my hand at one point and offered a 15-20 second blurb about how we don't like what we don't understand, how we're afraid of what's different. Lots of other people spoke--no one touched that topic, we were onto other things--but I thought they spoke much better than I did. However, an hour later, when he signed my play poster, he told me, "You're a writer."

I thought he'd seen me writing or something, so I kind of blushed, and nodded, and thanked him, and then he said, "When you spoke, you were so eloquent and right away, I thought, 'she's a writer.'"

The blush was going full-on by then, and I said, "Thank you, I actually want to be that when I grew up."

And he said, "You are. A writer. And I needed to make sure you knew that."

Well, I hadn't thought I could turn any redder, and I thanked him again, profusely, and that was that.

But it made me feel soooooooooo good. I'm not an eloquent speaker at best; I'm rarely an eloquent writer, but I love to do it, you know that. And that was the nicest compliment I think I've ever gotten. So right now, I feel so unbelievably good.

MOISES KAUFMAN TOLD ME I WAS A WRITER! EEE!!

I can't stop grinning.

this feeling is so odd...I like it, but it's odd.

nebulia out.