Sudden realization.

the blog's first post is on december 6 of 2008.

that means I've done this blog for a year and a little more.

Looking back makes me realize how much my writing and my life has changed.

That's one of the best parts of having a blog.

I'd like to quickly thank my amazing followers for stalking me so nicely, and for all the comment support I've received over 76 long and sometimes bland marvelous posts.

So, um...thanks.

Home Again. Update.

Aaaaah.

This is my winter break so far:

I hopped in a subaru that STILL slightly reeks of Joey barfing in it when he was like six, aaaaaaalllll the way to Farmington, MO, which is a short drive from st.louis, to my Grandma's house in the middle of nowhere.

Okay, so it's not too bad, other than I can't kvetch to people over texting, but still it's pretty ummmmm....not kid friendly.

Well...alright. She has a pool table and cooks the fattiest, tastiest food evaar.

Nevermind that. We got there Christmas Eve, took a looong hike, ate junk, opened presents, and stayed until Monday, where we packed up and drove to Hannibal to see my great uncle and Aunt. Apparently, they are my oldest surviving relative on my Dad's Dad's side.

We drove, then stopped at a hotel, where my parents were smart and got two separate rooms so everyone got a bed to themselves. And then in the morning we watched junky cable then drove to my great uncle's house.

They made us a nasty pot roast on styrofoam trays and neon yellow lemonade.

gross. They were really nice though.

we left and drove home.

So there is my winter vacation so far.

A little on the sucky side.

But I did get an iHome.

Which is good, since my old one is hardly compatible with my iPod, and makes crackly noises if you crank it up too loud.

This one is waaay nicer.

Also my parents had another rare stroke of genius when they got me stuff from my favorite online store, ModCloth.

I may or may not put up pictures.

That's all I got. Happy Holidays.

Happy Christmannukah?

My family is jewish, except my dad, and so we celebrate Christmas and Hanukah.

Tonight is the first night of Hanukah.

sadly, though, I have a show.

Which really sucks because I can't stuff myself on chocolate and latkes.

But I did get a present early. My mom got me a stage makeup bag, so I just put all my ben nye stuff into that.

Yaaaaaay.

The Spinning Beach Ball of Doom, Voice Lessons, and a junior rant.

The only bad part about macs?

when they are loading, this spinning pinwheel appears. It's supposed to be sleek, and cheery, possible sexy seeing what the previous intentions of macintosh were/are, but I see it as impending doom.

Mac, or PC?

They're both fucking annoying.

I'm currently taking voice lessons, and this guy Brad, my teacher makes me sound like I can't sing.

Maybe I can't, but he just keeps on making me sound worse.

Okay. So some of it is so-so, but the rest?

Odd. Weird.

Working my butt off.

And what's worse is that I have a solo in Serbian for choir. SERBIAN.

neesh-kah ban yah, tohp la vo-dah.

Za nish lee yay, nah may kav lah.

that's just how it's pronounced.

We're performing with jefferson and Edison choirs.

Which is weird, because today we practiced at Edison, where they have an actual auditorium.

And some farkin' short sixth grade tenors.

Yeah, my voice was pretty bad in time for voice lessons.

A mini Rant!

The US is very pessimistic. We have anouncements and little events for the date of pearl harbor, but not when we have like an international hug day?

CHEER UP. NOW.

kay. done.

my stupid parents limit my comp time now. gotta go.

Damn it.

A lovely little rant. And and Update. Kvetchtime.

Might post this on facebook, because that's what I do when I wanna tell someone what I think of them without telling everyone who I'm talking to.

ACC is going pretty well, but everyone is sooo stressed and this year they're making me sing about Jesus. And if I complain, I'll be called out for auditioning knowing this was a Christianity-based show.
On the plus side, I actually have a shape to me in my costume this year, and that's always nice.

Todays topic of kvetching is Hypocrites.
They annoy me. My little brother is one of the many annoying in my life. He'll tell me to crank my movie down so he can sleep, then I come down and his ihome is vibrating off his table because it's so loud. Ugggh.

And also, people at FMS tell me that I talk about people too much. which, by the way, is NOT true.
And later I hear them gossiping about me.
Kind of ticks me off.

This sixth grader at our school mysteriously died. They never told us how, or why, only that she died last weekend. It's weird, I think it's really sad that a girl so young just died like that, but I'm not depressed to some huge extent.
They didn't even tell us how this girl died! She just died. That's all.
Apparently the funeral was today at like 11am.And all these teachers in sixth grade weren't at school because of it.

The weirdest part is that my great-uncle died too.
The same weekend.
And right now my parents are in hannibal for THAT funeral.
Hells to the Creepy.
In a sad way, I guess. My dad didn't seem as depressed as the school feels about it.
They made a Kiani memorial fund, and are giving out sour punch straws if you give them money.
Its kind of interesting.
And it makes me think about death a little more.
But I have no time to think about that. ACC opens tonight and I need to get there early to sing about Jesus.
Sigh.

My family consists of the biggest idiots on planet earth. (typical teen angst. drop it and leave it alone.)

My family. They're nice people. Not really. I think they make a conscious effort to ruin my life.

They always embarrass me and do lame, boring things. And if I try to keep what I have left of my pride, they (mostly my dad. ugh.) yell at me.

And Dad? If you're reading this, you should switch to Andy's blog, or another one of my blogs where I'm not myself.

And the worst part is that my brothers gang up on me."I want my library book back."I say,

And the Joey says something like this:"You always fine me, blah blah blah, you always hide MY library books from me, even though always is only like 8 months ago, insert random stupid bullshit here."

Max agrees. both of them=assholes. I don't care if my parents act they are complete saints, and I'm some big mistake, and they wish I was never born. Shit like that.

Why can't my family be more like theater?

If my parents were actors, they'd be waaay cooler. (okay, probably not, but they're pretty lame as far as middle aged people go already. A thespian can dream, can't she?)

I told an adult cast member, in idle conversation, that I passed my constitution test.

They were all excited, and they said they were so proud of me.

And then later we talked about this play with lesbian themes oh-so-comfortably while I waited for my cue.

I told my parents the exact same thing, but they just shrugged.

ugh.

FIVEMINUTEPOSTKAYGO.

HiguysI'mbackandIfinishedguysanddolls.ItwasawesomeandIcriedandthefamousDACScameonclosingnightwhichwastonightanditwascrazybecauseTheDavidKesslerhuggedme.
ohmigosh.

meh.

Well, this is kind of a weird mix between a rant and an update.
I was cast in ACC as a chorus part, I'm over it.
Guys and Dolls opens in a week.
Tommy, the guy that played ryan in HSM, walked into our PRIVATE rehearsal, even though he's not in the cast.
apparently he's a counselor in training for the cpd.
I mean, I guess Christy asked him to come in and help out Jessica, but he was yelling at us. I don't think he really likes me.
I'm going as swine flu for halloween but everyone thinks I'm a bunny.
okay, off to kvetch to live people.

Update+rant=.....

Worst. Audition. EVER.

After being late, I blanked out when asked to list previous shows and experience.
Urgh.
I started to sing, my voice cracked, and then I started lower. Then they cut me off.
It sort of felt like American Idol.
And what's worse is that I DIDN'T GET CALLED BACK.
What if they don't cast me AT ALL?
Guys and dolls sucks.

Sick, laptop, guys and dolls update!

yesterday, I was sick.
Today, I am still sick.
I feel like shit, but I can still function so I'm randomly surfing teh interwebz.
Particularly facebook.
but my computer is mean and refuses to let me load apps on facebook....
thus the glorious completion of my bat mitzvah thank you notes.
Yeah...and with the money that all the old jews sent me, I'm going to get myself a *cue the angels, harps, and crazy ass lighting* a
MACINTOSH LAPTOP OF MY VERY EFFING OWN.
Yussss.
Hopefully, I can have it and my parents won't act like they bought it.
Meaning I really hope they don't limit it in a dumbass way like they already do on the family computers.

*shakes fist at sky*

Anyways, I'm able to actually buy it now, because my stingy-ass parents wanted me to finish my thank you notes from my bat mitzvah first.
"you can't use money you haven't acknowledged." they say.
"go to hell." I say.
kidding.
stupid parents....
In case you all haven't already noticed, I'm in sort of this swing where I want to use the word 'ass' a lot, particularly as an adjective, i.e *blank*-ass *noun*.

so anyways, this laptop shall be all MINE. muahahaha.

You can get really cheap ones online.
I'm happy now.

Guys and Dolls is going pretty well, but my part is so small I have like five minutes onstage during rehearsal, then I have nothing else to do.
grrr. stupid director.
they work on 1 scene each time, and I'm only in maybe three or four scenes, so I bring my sketchbook along to doodle.
I'm gonna need a much bigger sketchbook....
sigh.

my bad, THIS is 67th. (naps, texting, and getting sidetracked)

Naps are awesome. They make up for lack of sleep.
I am having a bit of a breakdown, so I'm tired, confused, and...um....what was I saying?

Yeah. Naps. I need one.

I'm getting better at texting with my crappy phone..
Tabitha and I texted each other withing fuor feet, whtie Miranda prattled on during band practice.


Someone at school says they need to get rid of a bike and would be willing to give me it.
I AM SAVED!
none the less, I need a nap. bye.

67th post. I hate odd numbers and I hate today.

You know how I was supposed to teach kids algebra. well, someone told me I couldn't teach.
Bitch.

My bike, or rather, that bike I was given to replace the one stolen previously temporarily, was stolen.
It was locked.
Someone just took it and drove off. helmet and all.
Apparently, some guy is trying to steal other people's bikes.
I know, because someone else found their bike with the lock nearly bashed open.
Unlike when Larry (yes, that was its name) was stolen, I'm not crying.
I'm laughing.
God, I'm twisted.
By the way, this bike was named Edward, after Edward Cullen the vampire. Who I hate ever so much. Evidently, the bike was sparkly.

In other news, my grandpa showed me a bunch of stuff from when he was in ww2. It was awesome, because he basically kept every scrap of paper he found useful.
And we found some pictures of him with several diffferent women, none of them were my grandmother.
"what else was there to do there?" He replies when we comment- we being my mom and I.
I'm a huge history geek.
Anyways, we found some really cool stuff.
Records of finance and promotion, coupons for the mess hall, I.D., Old newspapers and magazines and even a few hand drawn maps of his camp and places he visited.
Wetzelnator wants us to bring things in to show people when we interview the veterans.
Speaking of which, my flex class this year is interviewing all these ww2 vets. Since my mom told her about my Grandpa, I get to interview him.

Which isn't a problem, because as his relative I know how exactly to talk to him and the kinds of things he needs to understand someone.
Unlike the idiots at school.
Because of today, I trust the Franklin student body so much less.

Current Obsession is jewelry. I'm making an opera length one out of glass and paper.
Newpaper specifically, also a bangle out of an old popcorn bucket and some drafting tape. After its bound together, I'm covering it with this really cute patterned fabric.

I think being artistic calms me down. Dunno why.
Anyways, I smell chocolate, so Imma go.

Weird night, yo.

I went to see Aladdin a few hours ago. It was awesome.
Also, a lot of people I know ere in it. And the genie got a standing ovation.
But afterwords my phone had ZERO BARS. So I couldn't call my mom. I tried walking around to see if it changed anything. I was wrong. A police car went by. I asked him for directions and he said, "woah, that's a little......far." and eventually he offered me a ride home. still no bars, So, he made me check my pockets (creeeepy) and drove me home.
Really kind of weird to be in a police car. Especially in the back. The seats are covered with plastic. And the seat belts are kind of strange.
NOT COMFY AT ALL.
but I made it home, go figure.
Nice guy though.



I was cast in Guys and Dolls as a shitty secondary part, and the show was unfairly cast. See the show anyways. I have thirteen lines, HSM is still my record of speaking of 53.

I wish the casting was similar to hsm, my part would have been bigger.

Oh! And one more thing:
We took a test in my math calls, and now, since I have a really high grade on that test, I get to co-teach my algebra class on how to solve mulitistep equations.

I feel so smart today, and yet so stupid.
I'm seeing my Drama teacher in a parkland show next week called Lend Me A Tenor. Other people I know and love are in it too, but...Tay-Tay (Mrs.Taber) is so amazing, she might get me free tickets.

Alice and wonderland stuff is coming smoothly, but if we want to do it for halloween we need to hurry.
By the way. Randy, Andy, Emma, Ruth, Omri and a few others and I are going to asee alice in wonderland( the time burton one, of course) , each dressed a character. fuuuun stuff. I'm going as the Cheshire cat, Miranada is Alice, Alex is the queen of hearts, Carmelita is the rabbit, omri is the hatter, andy is the hare, emma is the doormouse, and Ruth is the maid to Chloe's duchess. Oh! And tab is a card.
Anyways, that's all that's really going on right now.

laters!

Rant, mostly about my parental units.

Ridiculously pissed right now.
I Have mass amounts of homework that I don't understand too well. Miranda calls me. She tries to help, recommends a website.
kaboom.
That's the sound of all hope exploding, by the way.
"You're near a computer, right?"she says.
And then I have to explain it to her.
Basically, my brothers are HUGE computer nerds.
My parents hate it.
They took away all the passwords from the accounts, so we had to do what they wanted us to before we went onto the computer.
It feels dominating, and it makes me feel small and like I have no free will do do what I need.
I can't greet the world good morning on the internet, because my mom won't let me.
I hate it.
I can't even email someone something whil I'm on the phone with them.
It's embarrassing.
Jew-sus, are my parent reincarnated cavepeople?
Anyways, it was ridiculously frustrating to need to get onto this math website, because my mom wasn't home, and I had to call her.
Fuck my life.

Ahhhhh....feels good to curse about this stuff.
I tried to explain to the parental unit about how this was, but, of course, like so many,many, times...it didn't work.
God. Or lack thereof.

Anyways, again, I have masses of stuff to do, and it turns out the algebra stuff wasn't even on the site, so I'mma go.
bye all!

Feeeeeeelinnnnnnnnnnnnnnnggggggs, nothing more than feeeeeeeeeeeeeelings.

Yeah, yeah. speech contest enrty title. I know. I know.

Warm, fuzzy feelings have been attacking me, followed by immense awkwardness.

And the only reason is....cooties, dammit.

the guy I like actually knows I exsist.
I help him with the math homework, and a comment or two later he saves me a seat in the computer lab.
Sigh........................
Stupid cooties.

Jew-sus.

Jesus+jewish= jewsus.

my random word of the day.

God, I haven't posted in forever. 

I'm declaring myself a cultural jew, rather than a religious jew, because I think I am most definently Athiest. Now I can read all that Athiestic fiction Andrew always has.

Graphic Novel reccomendation: Maus by Art Spiegelman.

of course, a cartoonist would be named art...

thazzit. sorry of the shortness.

60th post!!!! Win?

Ahhh! I'm desperatley in need of a show!
Hurry up already, Guys and Dolls!

Just when I thought hsm was totally over, Christy wants us to work at a booth for the arts fest downtown. My parents were in Nantucket for about two weeks, so I never got to ask them as they got home two days after the email was sent, and of course by then I forgot.

Today I went to the library about 15 minutes after it opened, so there was no one to play library stalker with and the best computer was taken. But then I ran into Chloe, or Kloe, or Lacy, or whatever she decided to name herself, and am now working at the booth after she's done with Martial Arts.
Come if you know where it is XD, because I don't.
I'm tired but I finally found Regifters , so itssal good.
laters!
edit, 12:30- it's at West Side park, where the taste of Champaign was. come if you read this!
buh bye for serious!
geez, I sound like an airhead. this is a problem.

Nostalgic male idiots/idiot?

Omigawdyouguyssssss....:3 Remember my first "library stalker?"
Well, I am now sitting across from the guy called "Josh"

So I walked into the library and and there was this kid playing AdventureQuest, and this younger dude was talking to him who looked like his younger brother. And then the younger brother calls him "Josh." just like the dude in my stalker post! And he looks familiar and everything, and later Josh called after his brother(he keeps coming here, telling josh about his game, then just leaves) and said, "nick".
So, the names are Nick and Josh.
See what I meant? You can learn so much just by listening.
deeeeeeeeeeeeep.
not really.
Earlier, I saw a kid that looked like Drew (who I'm doubting is actually brothers with Josh) walk into the teen section and I looked at him and tried to do this sexy-wannabe eyebrow arch, but....being a person like myself, I doubted it worked. I had to bite my tongue to avoid awkward staring and laughing.

Now I'm hyper.

Edit: Josh and Nick's dad showed up. He's this semi bald dude, fairly normal compaired to the nerdy weirdo's he's raised, and he's forcing them to sign off, and asked where Nate was. I'm guessing Drew is actually Nate.

Wait! yeah, he is, spiky blonde hair, big annoying mouth and all.

So essentially, I just finished stalking them. Now they've left.

I have to get going. My login timer is nearly up, and my Mom wanted me to plan the dinner for tomorrow night.
I wanna have shrimp and crunchy bread and angel hair, I think. But I gotta shop for all of that, and make brownies. Cooking is fun. So is biking home.
Laters!

Facebook Diss, thank YOU MIRANDA!

Molly Amanda Walker is waiting for a verbal explosion from that group of G-H-E-T-T-O-S. ugh, BOOM!

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Rachel Hooker

they all need to go die.
now.

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Demi Lienard

haha thats
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Molly Amanda Walker

they DO need to die. Franklin is too full of them.

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Wyatt Sim

Hater'.

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Molly Amanda Walker

not really....

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Wyatt Sim

i kno' a few people.

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Ayla Dew

hun ihopee your not talking about me im not ghetto no where near ghetto never gonna bee ghetto.! ilovee howw youu always gott somethingg two sayy boutt someonee elsee actingg like youu perfect or something honeyy youu not perfect no nonee is perfect but youu pointingg outt everyonesflaws doingg nothing but makingg you look likee a hater !! alright idonee [:

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Wyatt Sim

??? its sure not u ayla........

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Ayla Dew

thankss wyatt !! [:

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Wyatt Sim

:)

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Wyatt Sim

actually none here on facebook tht at least i kno is Ghetto. so rlly no one is ghetto.

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Bryce Etheridge

hell ya ayla u finaly said wat others think

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Miranda Bullok

Hi, um, Ayla? I don't know you, but you're being pretty hypocritical here. You're saying that her flaw is pointing out other people's flaws (which, by the way, it's not), and trying to put a cutesy happy face on it so everyone will agree with you instead of realizing you're being sort of a jerk. Also, adding letters to every other word is really freaking annoying.

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Molly Amanda Walker

Sigh....I know I'm not perfect. I just complain a lot. It's just what I do, also I'm not your "honey". I wasn't talking about you.

And I officially love Miranda. lmao.

__________________

So now you know what they think of me at school.
Thanks for getting my back, Randy.

Closing night...and an update

So overall, the show went wonderfully smooth.
On the last night, it was more emotional then I expected. The director, Christy, gave us a "good job, love you all" pep talk, but it turned into a sharing of "at first, I thought this would suck, but oh well, it didn't" and things like that. When it was over, we went to turn in our scripts, costumes, and props to Christy. I went to hand in my cell phone bucket and she told me she wanted me to keep it. She also said she kept something from each of her favorite roles. I asked her, jokingly, how she knew this was a favorite role. She just shrugged and said, "Lucky Guess..."
Come to think of it, I actually do have one thing from each of my favorite roles.

The red band from Honk, as Grace
The green visor from Alice in Wonderland, as Tweedle Dee
And now the bucket from High School Musical, as Ms. Darbus!

After the show was cleaned up, and the crew started to break down the set, some of us headed to Village Inn Pizza for a little cast party.
Well, not entirely cast, as Jess Brighton, Samantha Wells, Ellen Putchak(sp?) and Kalia Simpson showed up just beacause they could. Which was fine, because I love them all to death.
Also, Tiye's younger brother showed up. He was adorable, and kept saying stuff like "The table had a baby!" and "I really like your dingy dong"(he meant my gong, but I had to add in a "that's SO what she said!")

It was like we all forgot this was our last night all together as a theater family.
Rachel made dirty jokes, Kloe(Lacy, Chloe Schrieber, whatev,) babbled about her ex boyfriend, and Will kept hugging me for no reason.
Then Zoe burst into tears and I remembered why we were there.
We said our goodbyes, andI didn't get home until midnight.
Most of us are going to be in this next year.
And.......Curtain on HSM.

Now I have to get back to work. I have thank you notes for my bat Mitzvah I have to write...sigh.

Now, I have nothing to do with my weekdays.
I feel so.......unaccomplished.
I also has a sad now.

A wedding fit for a thespian.

Someone got married at the Virginia.So we had to rehearse at the other place.
Sigh.

Who gets married in a freaking theater?

Still, I was in the morning paper today, yay me.
I have so much on my mind, I'm too lazy to type it all. See the show!
And the paper!

Of Ice Cream and Staircases

We moved into the theater today.It's the virginia: beautiful theater with wonderful back stage, and one dressing room has a TV and a fridge and a sink and a couch!
Not mine. I have a crappy one and I have to share a mirror with a rude fat chorus member.No one else wanted to share.
Grr.
I do get my own spotlight.
Only for 2 seconds but....YAY!

The theater has this flight of stairs on either side of the stage: one is steep (Kevin calls it the devil's stairs)and unexplainably scary for a slightly acrophobic person like myself, while the other is not at all threataning. I have to remember which is which....
I'm glad I get to wear flats. The last time I wore heels I injured myself going down some stairs. Not pretty.

After Practice, I've been going down to the Colonial Pantry for random sugar-most of the time ice cream.
Yet, everytime I walk in, the same cashier is there. Her nametag reads "Courtney Y."
And she always looks tired,and is very meek with this soft, polite voice. She always wears woven necklaces and bracelets over her regulation blue sweatshirt that all the employees have to wear.

Point is, Library Stalking episodes can happen anywhere for an idiot such as myself.+

In two seconds, you can figure out a person's core just by hearing what they have to say and what they appear to be.
Deeeeeeeeeep.

Not really.
Bye bye, remember to see the show! the times and prices are on a previous post, kay?

I stole it from Facebook.

Miranda, I thought you'd be interested in seeing this.
Tis a note from Facebook. Broadway thingy...funfun.

LAST SHOW ADDED TO YOUR RESUME: High School Musical

LAST SHOW YOU AUDITIONED FOR: Hsm.

DID YOU GET IT: Yeah. I played Ms.Darbus.

LAST SONG YOU USED AT AN AUDITION: "The start of Something New"

FAVORITE MUSICAL(s) Chicago, hands down.

FAVORITE ROLE YOU'VE PLAYED: Melinda Cratchett in Christmas Carl. There was time for goofing off.

FAVORITE ROLE OVERALL THAT YOU WOULD LOVE TO PLAY: Mrs.Lovett in Sweeney Todd, Velma Kelly in Chicago.

SUPERSTITION: i have to say "Break a leg" to everyone on opening night or I feel bad.
Also I never say Macbeth on opening night.

YOUR GOAL IN SHOW BUSINESS: to forget everything and do things that I would never do as myself.

WHAT WAS YOUR VERY FIRST SHOW?: at all, Oliver Twist, as Mrs.Mann, and in Community theater- Joseph, as a chorus member

HAVE YOU EVER HAD A DANCE SOLO?I wish I could dance.

HAVE YOU EVER HAD A SINGING SOLO? Yes and I hated it beacuse it was not at all meant for an alto...

HAVE YOU EVER BEEN THE LAST PERSON TO TAKE A BOW? never, shows how much I suck as an actor.

HAVE YOU BEEN TO NEW YORK? nah.

HAVE YOU BEEN TO LA? nope.

WHAT'S THE SCARIEST PART OF AN AUDITION?:Starting and when my voice cracks or something, if you get off time, or when your knees start shaking.

WHAT'S THE BEST PART OF AN AUDITION?: when you realize you did better than half those guys who did it with you..

NAME A SHOW YOU WOULD NEVER DO AGAIN: High School Musical.

NAME A SHOW YOU COULD DO FOR YEARS: Christmas Carol.

WHAT ARE YOU AUDITIONING FOR NEXT? Sweeney Todd at Central!

DO YOU KEEP IN TOUCH WITH PAST CAST MEMBERS?: I'm friends with nearly every member of all my casts on fb, so...yeah.

ON A SCALE OF 1-10, HOW IMPORTANT IS GETTING PAID?: 2.

SOMETHING EMBARRASSING OR UNEXPECTED THAT HAPPENED TO YOU WHILE ON-STAGE?: I forgot a line in Speech Contest, but that SO does not count.

WHO IS THE MOST DIFFICULT PERSON (ON STAGE OR OFF) THAT YOU HAVE EVER WORKED WITH?: A friend who was mad at me who played my char's friend. We got in a fight midway. VERY hard to work with a bestie when you hate each other...we made up by intermission.

EVER BEEN NAKED ONSTAGE:hah. Not planning on it.
HAVE YOU EVER BEEN KILLED?: Nope

PLAYED DRUNK?:not for a real show..

PLAYED SOMEONE HALF YOUR AGE?: yep. In Christmas Carol we decided I was 8. Guess that doesn't count cause I'm only 13 but...

PLAYED SOMEONE TWICE YOUR AGE?: Mrs.Darbus, Grace the Duck in Honk

CRIED?: Last night of my first community theater thing. I couldn't stop, so when we went into a sad scene, I just let myself cry. At least Katie was crying too, but then she did it every night...

FIRED A GUN? oh god that'd be cool.

BEEN DRENCHED? huh?

BEEN IN A DREAM SEQUENCE: yep. In Christmas Carol...

BEEN KISSED?: nahhh

wow, you guys...

no one showed up but Julia.
Still, come see the show.
As much as we all know it sucks, I'm still in it...

tickets are $7 per person.
Show times:
July 16 10:30 am & 8:00 pm
July 17 8:00 pm

At the Virginia Theater, of course.

At rehearsal today, we worked on my HUGE monologue at the beginning of the first act.
Its uber long. But the assisant director, David, who also plays the basketball coach, made me work through it with feeling and purpose.

You know, it got me thinking about the depth to acting.
It's not as simple as portraying another person.
You ask yourself, "If you were this person, who do you hate? Love? What is your purpose to speak?"
No, seriously, they made me tell David why I was giving the monologue, in which I quote Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet.

I worked it until it was eccentrically odd and badly acted through.
It's very hard to purposely act badly, but I did it.
I think Ms.Darbus is a bad actor but a good teacher and director. She's very passionate about what she does, so it's easy to let go and be extreme. Actually David wrote 10 page charachter analysises about all the parts, like how they moved, walked, talked, and motivations and things.
We had to write essays like that, but we had to write stuff like favorite foods, hobbies, aspirations, etcetera.
The weird part is that I'm a cast minority. I play an adult, nothing else. Most "adults" play students somewhere else, except for me and David. But he's actually an adult.
Usually, a director gives out orders to the majority. And for the first time, almost no direction applys to me in dances, bloccking, and singing.
So half the time I have to bother them with questions so I know where I am. It's annoying.
Aaaagh, I hate being a supporting role that's alone in its own group.

But the costume designs are amazing. David drew them, and he's really good. He saw me doodling, and said I was good.
*flattered*
Also I get lots of time to work while the rest of the cast has to just watch all bored. Muahahaa.

My younger brother is learning oboe 7 feet away, so I can't concentrate right now. The squaking is giving me a headache. As the charachter Jack Scott would say, "All for now, peeps."
Or m&m's...

And the band played on

as the helicopters whirred
drunk on the lawn and a nuclear dawn
my senses finally blurred.


It's on my iPod. sue me.

Anyways, my birthday was great. I am officially 13. yay me.
It was less, um...big than expected.
seeing as my whole family was WAY too tired from the bat mitzvah to do anything epic.
No party this year, whatever.
Just like any bat mitzvah, I got majors on two things:

Jewish jewelry: A 'chai' necklace(its hebrew for 'life', not pronounced like the drink), a necklace shaped like israel with a diamond on jerusalem, and a white mini mezuzah(a door post prayer) with a jewish star on the bottom.

And, more largely,

Money. As in a lot.
about 13oo dollars.

Yeah.

In other news, I'm running a booth tomorrow for the taste of champaign.
For hsm. I'm there from 11-1 if you all want to go. Julia is coming, i think, so....
COME! GRAR!
And after I'm out of my shift there, we can hang out and eat junk from the stands.
Sounds good, yes?

COMEEEE!
please?

Anyways, bye for now. I have other good thoughts, but I'm too lazy to type them tonight. off to roleplay and listen to Jack Johnson.

Auditions, and random interesting thoughts.

I was cast!
Finally!
They compared my voice to Patti Lupone.

Here is how my audition went:

I sang the default song, so to speak. Basically, the song that everyone learned whether or not they were interested in a big singing part. I swear, everyone else sang the solo songs for big parts. "The start of Something New" by far the worst number in HSM.

First off, my voice was partly dead because I have to sing for Bat Mitzvah practice, and second, the director was mouthing the words to me, which I didn't get till I was WAY off count....
No one has EVER had to mouth the Lyrics to me. They only do that to the desperate done deaf idiots who actually LIKE the play. Right?
Guess not. But I managed to stay on time for the rest of it.
And I'm an alto, right? So my high notes are weak. I tried to make it strong, and I just sorta made this awful squeaking, flat sound instead. The rest was fine. Good and strong.
Damn, Vanessa Hudgens is too mezzo for me.
I'm an alto. Once again, my loathing for sopranos skyrockets.
I quickly apologized for the squeak, legs shaking(seriously! it happens at every audition I go to!)

She was-is this amazing strong singer with incredible acting skills and a soaring range.
They said my voice was strong, the only reason I squeaked was because "my voice hasn't matured enough"
Also they were "disappointed I didn't want a singing role"
I told them I didn't care either way. They said I needed more confidence in my voice, which is kinda true.

But here's the thing: they asked me if Ms.Darbus was my first choice. I said yes. She's probably the LEAST corny char HMS has. Plus she wear tacky jewelry.
But the director and assistant directors wanted to have parts in the show. The director was planning on Ms.Dargus.
Obviously, didn't happen-I got the part!
Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
Bat Mitzvah countdown-2 days. Frack.

Miranda, aka...

MiBu (Miranda+Bullok)
Mir Mir
Mira
Randa
Randy
Iran (mIRANda)

That's all I got.

So theres this girl whos bat mitzvah is a week from mine.
Yeah, hers was today.

Shit.

But then Rae Spooner and Pat Dessen gave me a necklace shaped like Israel, and it has a little diamond where Jerusalem is.

And then they babbled on and on about "You'll do great" and "stop worrying"

crap I already know. Shit.
I've got butterflies giving each other lapdances in my stomach again.

*uberquadruplesigh*

I'm so depressed. I wanted to go to that movie. Damn.

But hey, does anyone want to plan something this week? We're officially out of school as of today.
The weather is supposed to be NICE on the last day of school!
I hate the rain. It was freezing.
But I LOVE sunshowers.
lol, random much?
Anyway, I'm going to this theater camp over the summer. Basically, its a production over the course of a day camp. The play is

HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL!

ewewewewwwwwwwww
it was the only play in my age group. Again, damn. But then, acting is acting. Plus I like pretending to be an airhead, so it'd work.....

Thoughts on getting together for icecream this week?

Peeechures.

LAHV THIS SONG!







I'm bored. My mom's mad at me. Joe is being a snobbish little asshole. I have done nothing. Here's the picture I got for you guys~sorry about its crappiness.
I hate my inking pen. It hates me. But my larger one is very dependable.
and Miranda's name is falling off her head. She definently needs a nickname. How about Randy?

Kay SO!

Last night, it finally dawned on me.

Two stupid weeks until my bat mitzvah.
Frack.
I'm so scared, so nervous, and so stresssed I think its unhealthy.

AND WE'RE OUT OF CHOCOLATE!
GAAAAAAAH!

My hair cut looks so-so. It looks better without crap in it.
Eh, whatever. We get out of school on Wednesday..
But I still hafta do my hebrew. Crap.

Buh-bye. Imma search the house for chocolate now.

An update and a haircut later...

I got a haircut.
Its like, really short.
Kinda like Ms. Steelman's, but longer.
Ergh. I hate it, but I can put it up into a ponytail to hide it, so.... that's okay.
I'm going to post a picture of us, because Miranda said she was going to draw one, so I thought I top it and make hers look shitty.

Just kidding.
Also, you know that joke-Gang that Mr. Yacko formed? The Dangerous Fanciful Unicorns?
Well, I found a Unicorn ring.
I figured I should give it to Mr. Houlihan. He's in the rival Gang, the El Toros. Its run by this guy Nick Glenn. He teased me about my zits in sixth grade. I still resent him for it.

Thats hard for me to do. I suck at holding grudges.
Anyways, bye for now. I have drawn Emma, Miranda, and Myself. Its just a portrait. Nothing about our world domination.

See you tomorrow, if anything happens.

New Template!

yeah...I now have a different video bar and a picture of myself. Yay me.
It's a work in progress....

Emo Ranting, and then some.

Okay, now I'm depressed. On emma's blog, a total stranger comments, and on Miranda's, long conversations go on. And on Andy's, well....people comment.

BUT NO ONE COMMENTS ON MINE! It's really sad. It makes me feel kinda disliked.
Is it just me, or are you guys making this a conscious effort? Is there a reason for my loneliness?
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahh!

If anyone still reads my blog, here is an update.

We have to do this really lame project for health "about any subject related to health"
How VERY specific, Ms. Savely.
God. I swear, even in p.e, they have NO idea what to teach. All we do is run laps or play eagleball. grrr, stupid administration.

I've been really tired lately.
Mostly because I've been getting out of bed as soon as I get up.
Its very difficult. I'm not a morning person. I like sleeping, but not getting out of bed after waking up. I mean, I'll sit up in bed, trying to wake up, only to fall back down again.
It depresses me, like many things.

I'm currently teaching Andrew how to draw between classes, because we have every class together but 2. Out of nine. That's a lot.
He's got great potential, but he sort of never picked up a pencil until wendesday. But He lets me critique him, so I respect that. I find it hard to take in judgment, particularly from people my own age. I'm kinda proud that I made him improve.

Anyways, to whoever actually reads these, bye.

The speech contest

At last, another acting opportunity. Yay me!

Miranda, the speech contest is a state-wide acting competition. Actors from every middle school come and perform a monologue, improv, or dialogue piece in front of a few judges. There are ribbons and medals for best in the category. It's really fun...

Cedric, the guy who played Ugly, won one. He deserved it, but at barnes and noble he forgot some, and started to improvise, and....That made me think he'd fail at playing Ugly.

He did. Just not as much as everyone thought.

Oh yeah, and post your adresses so I can invite you all to my bat mitzvah!
Ah, I know, not safe, but I swear you all are the only people who read my blogs.

Anyhoo, Alex(Miranda, he played the duckling with the ipod-the only guy duckling) and I picked out an ahhh-mazing dialogue for three about people who are performing in a speech contest.
Yes, three, Me, McAndrew, and Alex.
Andy can act, but he never chooses too, so he's not at his full potential. But he CAN act.

This dialogue is by Ken Bradbury, who writes these great, funny pieces specifically for speech contest. Most of the ones we did this year were ones he wrote.

Yes, this year. We picked out the dialogue for next year, because the contest is really close to the start of school, and we know from this year that we need more time than that. Mine would have been WAAAAY better if I could have practiced more.

Eh. That's all. I'm tired.

COMMENT, DAMNIT! IT'S MOTIVATION TO WRITE MORE POSTS! GRRR!
(bye.)

ehh....

andy wanted me to post. so, I'll post.

Today, I slept late, till maybe 10.
It was pure bliss. And then I made last minute plans to go to the park with Bailey.
I biked there, and when I wanted to go to Hessel, I got lost, and had to call my dad.
And had a fanshambulous time with some of the Honk Cast, and one crew member, plus other nonthespians, and it was amazing.
Except I got lost going home, and scraped my knee out of fatigue, and then I FINALLY found my way when I somewhat trusted me sense of direction.

FAIL.

But it was worth it. I biked a total of 4 miles.

And then I made cookies for my Bat Mitzvah- lemon/lime squares, mondel bread, and espresso!

Win!

Ohohoh! I got a cell phone!
its sucks. no camera, not even a flip. but it texts. yay. and it has pong. woot.

Yeah, that's my day. Bye all!

Closing night^^

Oh gosh...all that time, just to do it only twice.
Ah well.I found 1 more bobby pin today. Make that 12,
I guessed 15.
I better count tonight. I have homework to do though, so that kinda sucks for play weekend.
bye!

3 hours later....

Here I sit, still in my goose shirt, makeup off, hair down,with a glass of Mountain Dew mixed with throat coat(a voice helper drink....USE IT FOR THE MUSIC, MIRANDA! IT HELPS!)
I'm done with opening night!
At the end when the curtain closed, we started screaming, then Carolyn yelled at us.
And Miranda brought me flowers and chocolate!
I counted 11 bobby pins in that nutso updo.
I figured it was going to be more.
Mrs. Steelman showed up, and I gave her a raspberry as I exited from "looking for Ugly"
Whats weird is that my makeup made Max(my brother, not Graylag) scream!
Which is good. Anyways, when I see someone I know in the audience, its kind of breaks my concentration.I remember who I am in reality, and that makes me feel weird.
Half the reason acting makes me feel so great is that I forget who I am. Not just the character, but the person who is playing that character. The cast list is gone from my mind. I'm no longer Molly Walker, nerd, loser, and rejected by even her friends, but I'm someone entirely different behind the role. I'm someone confident, able to do things without embarrassing myself, and with a sort of okay singing voice. But when I looked at Miranda, or anyone I knew-Tab, my parents, Emma(not bishop), David Kessler, Laura...I remember that I'm Molly again. The magic is the sharpest when the audience is all total strangers.

I dunno. Sounds lame right?
Any questions? Comment! I LOVE talking about behind the scenes stuff from shows I'm in!

Opening night!!!!

Butterflies are giving each other lap dances in my stomach right now...
Anyways, Its opening night!!!!!
YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Okay, a bit worried that Emma thinks to show up at 6...its starts at 7. Shit.
I hope Mrs. Blacker and Mrs.Taber don't kill her.
Just her, not Miranda. I'm assuming someone who takes akido (sp?) could kill them right back.

Uhm, actually, that's hard to picture...Mrs. Blacker, under a cliche kung-fu style posed Miranda, splat on the floor of the hallway, near the gym....
I'm officially scarred, but I'm still kinda excited.
The midgets might come-Ozzie and Saskia, my neighbors I told you about. Their mom thinks this is okay for kids.

Well it is, but there are a few thats what she said kind of stuff.
Such as:

"I haven't been there since my father and I were courting, and I didn't mean to go that far then..."


lol. Come if you want to LIVE!
Plus, you get to hear some of me singing probably the lowest possible voice ever!!!

Bye!!!!

WEEK OF THE SHOW!!!!!AAAAUUUUAGH!

OHMYFREAKINGGOSH.
Anyways, I have my costume: shoes that really hurt, a dress(O.o YES A DRESS!) that makes me look anorexicly thin, white gloves-not nice under burning stage lamps, and a tiara.
And I thought my "having one costume thing" in christmas carol was bad.
I have two costumes...but they're not so convenient.
Anyways, I have a parental unit shouting at me.

Bye for now.
Remember, May1 and 2!

UPDATE TIIIIME!

I'm obsessed with facebook now. Teehee. I'm too lazy to post recently. Lol, sorry.

Kay, so the play is coming up, the performances are maybe...May 1 and 2? I'm not totally sure.  Its coming up though. 

Today, we went to Barkstall, and read to some midgets, who were, suprisingly, shorter than Troy. I didn't think that was possible. Anyways, I read to a really quiet kid in third grade, two adorable chatterboxes in kindergarten, and a slightly illiterate dude in maybe second grade. The chatterboxes gave me hugs when I had to leave. I felt loved. 

Andrew was complaining about it quite a bit though. he didn't like who he read to. 

Jess and Sammy, two eigth grade thespians in the play, were also there. We went to hessel park for lunch, and she pointed at a ditch and was like, "this is where you were concieved."

They're very dirty, but I love them anyway.

Jess plays Ida, Sammy plays the cat, if you guys see the show.

And yet again, I have a name in the script, but no one says my name in a way that suggests it.

I might be doomed to be a nameless backround man for the rest of my life....

On the plus side, I have 11 lines and a shitty solo!

Yay me, I feel less emo.                          

I'm going to kill off my lost ego.

Well, I tried at the next weird and shocking title. Sue me.
IT SNOWED. THAT'S ILLEGAL.
And just when I put ALL my winter clothes away-all the long sleeve t-shirts, everything. Sucks.
But apparently this happens every year, so fair enough. On Saturday, they had a set building for the crew of the play I told you all about, but only 4 people showed up, not including me. I suck at power tool things. Andrew was there though, and he says it went well except most left before they were finished. I think that's what he said.

I feel so stupid sometimes when I don't listen to what anyone says about it. I'm in sort of a depressed airhead mood. Dunno why. Probably because every dude has made me feel like an idiot since maybe sunday. And because Miranda hasn't responded to that rant I sent her about acting.
Is it a "Molly creeps me out" thing?

I think might actually be getting girlier. I set my alarm to go off to the NPR station, and I didn't understand what they were saying except the weather. The politics made no sense, but they usually do...sigh.

"Sigh" kinda sums up my life right now. Or lack thereof. So emo....

Bye all!

Oh em gosh!

I gots a deviantart! I'm too lazy to put it up as a link. Just search "wainy-daze" at the site, and click the thing with the cloud, or the people, or the dog....
blah.
Anyways, Passover is coming up, and so we had about the lamest seder in sunday school.
I'm not sure I really like coming there, seeing as most of the girls are total aber zombies. Except Ruth.She's somewhat sane. Somewhat.
Actually, she isn't. Ah well.
Have you ever noticed when someone says "no offense" they always say something offensive?

COMMENT.
please?

Library Stalker, number dos.

Okay, at the library again, my computer is across from 3 boys. The one across from me has long dishwasher blond hair, parted to the side. He has soft grey eyes behind wire-rimmed glasses, and probably the bushiest eyebrows since Groucho Marx. His name is Herschel. The one next to him is really annoyingly loud, but his name was never mentioned. The guy behind them is named, I think Brandon? He keeps asking Herschel to trade with him. They're on runescape, I can see Brandon's screen. He forgot his password, remembered it, then wanted to trade. Herschel and the annoyingly loud dude agreed he had to "earn it like we did."

They're all idiots. Less stalker mode today. Stll though, I think Herschel is onto me, so I'm gonna go.Just keep in mind that I'm doing this to practice writing not to stalk strangers, kapish?

Mollzors! sweetness!

Thanks Miranda!
Okay, pictures of the dress plus random crap-alex, lookit the dress! IT'S BLACK.....
Lol. I like it, so all male followers just shut up about how creepy I sound.
I BELIEVE IN PANTS GOD DAMMIT.
http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=30328683&id=1080190029#/photo.php?pid=6237398&op=1&o=global&view=global&subj=1326933005&id=748595028
What? No link? Ah, just copy and paste into the browser.
meh. It's a crappy pic. Oh well.
Anyways, I'm on spring break and I'm so bored it's insane. I went to Erins house and all she wanted to do was play animal crossing, but turns out Joe took -STOLE- all the games from my room and put them in a little white box, which he lost. SHIT. I HATE MY LITTLE BROTHER. I NEED A LOCK FOR MY DOOR.He says "It was on the floor, and besides you took Max's game!"

Max's game which I took with permission, asshole.
It was not on the floor, asshole.
*glares at Joe, who is picking his nose-not kidding-I'm watching him right now*

I hate people who don't have this problem. Hate them.
Guys, comment on this about the dress, my idiot siblings, or other crap. Don't just read it. Please?

I gotta go, Joe is yelling at me. Asshole.

SSAT score, drumroll please!

I GOT A 91!!! I RETOOK IT AND I GOT A BETTER SCORE! YES! WOOT!

ewww...something smells. I sense the male gender.

*Sick*

lol. Anways, I'm unusually unsuckish, besides the smell...I picked out a bat mitzvah dress, which of course is a pain because I believe in pants!No, kidding. But I did get something Alex would approve of, so it's okay. And then, it was 68 inside and outside. Amazingly summerish, right?

Blah...

Wootishness!

Its warmer out this weekend. I went down the street with NO shoes and talked with the midgets- the really little kids on the block that love me because...um..I don't know why honestly. NO SHOES! THIS IS HISTORIC! *does the happy dance*Also, ISATS, the most annoying tests in the world, are over, but I took a retake for the SSAT today...I'm sooo overworked. But the retake was alright because I went to Jarlings and got to eat lemon custard!

I need a life....TT_TT

Tired...

ugh. Anyways, check this out, it made me laugh even though its lame.

Peter Parker was pitiful
Couldn't have been any shyer
Mary Jane still wouldn't notice him
Even if his hair was on fire

But then one day he went to that science lab
That mutated spider came down
Oh, and now Peter crawls over everyone's walls
And he's swinging' all over town

La li la, li de da
La la, li le la da dum

Sling us a web, you're the Spider-Man
Sling us a web tonight
'Cause we're all in the mood for a hero now
And there's evil doers to fight

Now Harry the rich kid's a friend of his
Who horns in on Mary Jane
But to his great surprise it seems she prefers guys
Who can kiss upside down in the rain

"With great power comes great responsibility"
That's the catch phrase of old Uncle Ben
If you missed it, don't worry, they'll say the line
Again and again and again

Oh, la la la, di de da
La la, di di da da dom

Now Norman's a billionaire scientist
Who never had time for his son
But then something went screwy and before you knew he
Was trying to kill everyone

And he's riding' around on that glider thing
And he's throwing' that weird pumpkin bomb
Yes, he's wearing' that dumb Power Rangers mask
But he's scarier without it on

Sling us a web, you're the Spider-Man
Sling us a web tonight
'Cause you're brave and you're strong and so limber now
But where'd you come up with those tights?

It's a pretty sad day at the funeral
Norman Osborn has bitten the dust
And I heard Harry's said he wants Spider-Man dead
Aw, but his buddy Pete he can trust

Oh, and M.J. is all hot for Peter now
Aw, but Peter, he just shuts her down
Mary Jane, don't you cry, you can give it a try
Again when the sequel comes 'round

Oh, la la la, di de da
La la, di di da da dum

Sling us a web, you're the Spider-Man
Sling us a web tonight
'Cause we all sure could use us a hero now
And we think that you'll do all right

Bleh.

My uni score is an 86 percent.

I fucking stink at being smart when I need to be. I hate that about myself.

Sorry. Had to cuss to let some of it out.
Kay....call backs! Yeah...I'm cast as Grace. Grace is kind of a snot. I don't like her.

Duuuude.

So I finally went to Auditons for Honk.....
OH.MY.GOD.
I GOT CALLED BACK!
Well, I'm doing that on Friday. Happy dances should be done.
*does my happy dance*
Sothey had us 'put charchter' into the dance we did for it, and I did a strippper-dirty kind of a facial expression when I had to shake my butt(tail is more like it-its supposed to be a duck dance.).....

eeeeeeewwww.
Anyways, 6th graders can't really sing. Except Jilliana, and Eliza . And that one other girl who I forget the name of....

6th Graders never get big roles anyways. I'd like to be cast as a bullfrog that sings a short solo and needes comic timing.Whatever, though. Seeing as they call you back usually for big-ish roles, I shouldn't worry about it too much. Ah well.

Just another update

I took the SSAT today. I dunno how I did, but I probably failed.

Alex has to see this: http://shanalogic.com/item.php?item_id=1680&category_id=138
Funny Froggy Hat

the first time I saw this site?

"EEK!KAAAAWWWWWWWWAAAAIIII! WANTWANTWANT!"
*pause*
"SOLD OUT?! SOLD OUT?! DAMMIT! I KILL YOU! ARRRRGH!"

Well.......I'm off to Julia's house, and my mom is screaming at me, so...

kthxbai.

Phantom Duckie, reading homework...

Dude. So I painted a rubber duck to look like Eric. It has little white mask and its cuuuttte! I'll post pictures later.
So my school had us go to this krannert thing, and I ran into a bunch of people. This girl I thought was home schooled, my midget buddy Nicole, someone who goes to my synagogue...it was weird. But I found out I'm not going to be banned from facebook. Yay me.

Ah, crap. I gotta go. My stupid reading teacher gave me way too much homework to procrastinate like this.

Happy, Emma?

1.You taught me about communism, among other things.
2. Me and Ruth fought over who was going have you as our black cat at the Halloween thingy in Missouri.We were soooo awesome...
3. WE BOTH HATE THE LANGUAGE ARTS TEACHER! WOOT!
4. If you don't come to Uni, I think I'm going to shoot you.
5. You inspired me to go to the humane society!
6. In sixth grade we used to argue about random things until I got bored. We are still pretty awesome.
7. You're just so mellow...thats awesomeness in itself.
8. If you move to Zimbabwe, I will shoot you.
9. One word: ZuZu!
10. You started EFD, therefore you rule.
11. I'm sorry Alex and I tease you so much. We don't want you to go to Zimbabwe.

Procrastination, Miranda, and other things.

So I did this thing at barnes and noble for my school, and a bunch of people came I didn't think would come.

Alex Harvey, Andrew, Julia, Emma, and her freind Miranda. I thought I had met her before, butt....I hadn't. I met CELINDA before. Damn my assumption skills. Anyways, It was sort of a performance. A bunch of skits, I guess. Whatever. At the end, I kidnapped Julia and we messed around at my house. It was fun, seeing I hadn't talked to her since like October.

The weekend was wayyyy to short. I spent most of the time procrastinating so I have 2 book reports to do. Lucky me.

CORNDOG WARRIORS GO!

That wouldn't be too bad of a cartoon for Nick, would it?

KAAAADDDMAAAAAAH V'ASLAAAH-AHHHHH-AHHHHH-AHHH-AAAAAAH!

ALSA GAY-AY-AY-AY-AYRESH!

GERSHAY-YI-I-I-I-I-IM

DAR GAH-AH-AH-AH!

(TAV-I-I-I-IR)

YIT-TI-EEV!

Wow, I just came from Hebrew tutoring, for my bat mitzvah. Above is my crappy transliteration of the troupe(how you sing the words). It'd be easier if a keybord symbol could indicate how they sound. They're really quite pretty.

George W Bush: just ancient history.

President Barack Obama..it has a nice ring to it.We watched the inauguration at school today, which cut a lot of work out, but any class that needed a computer was a total failure as the district was using it more that usual for today.I was going to wear my Hebrew Obama button, but I couldn't find it. Or the shirt that just happens to fit me that my mom bought for herself.Crap.

Oh well, at least its all done with.

Video goodness yay!


It's sooo cute. You have to see it.

And, for Alex Harvey,

-_-'

Last...day...of break...nooooooo.....I don't want to go back to school.
I went to my friend Devin's birthday party at skateland. It was fun, but we never actually skated, and by the time we wanted to skate the place was closing in 10 minutes. We just played laser tag and arcade games the whole time. Not too bad, even though I was the only girl. But a lot of people were there that I grew up with, and I felt comfortable with it all.

And thus, I thank my parents that I have two brothers. It really does help with talking to boys. Although it is a bit sad that I have a lot of guy friends, maybe even more than girls.

I need more non-plastic people at my school.

Gah..my grandpa's caretaker keeps asking me annoying questions.She's nice, I guess, but she does it while I'm trying to write my uni essays. I want to say to her ,"Okay, shut up now. Seriously. I'm trying to work here.I know you want to know all this crap about my life, but can't you ask the guy you care for, my grandpa?"I can't though, because then my mom would get pissed off.

Stalking a pair of male idiots while giving an update.

I'm at the library. It's supposed to be quiet, but these two boys, who look about my age, maybe one a little older and the other a bit younger, keep blathering loudly about what they're playing. I'm going to go see.

It's some stupid roleplaying game on the internet. Stupid boys. They could be blogging.They told me they're brothers. It's easy to tell, they keep bickering about something.

School was canceled again. Oh joy. That gives me a lot of time to do nothing.

Lately, I've been reading this adorable manga called Emma. It's a Victorian England romance between a maid and a gentleman. I'm only on volume 3, but I'm hooked as it is.

The one boy who looks older finally left. The younger one has shut up.
Proof men alone are bliss but even two's a crappy crowd. Good god.
The put up a twilight "read" poster in the teen section. The end is nigh. Oh! I'm also here with my brother Joe and his friend from across the street.

Joe's friend is nice, but his brother is a butthole.We went to grade school together for like 2 years. He and I are literally neighbors, so when the music teacher said get a friend OR NEIGHBOR and dance with them, we'd always dance together or whatever it was the music teacher thought was cute.I bet you weren't as stupid as I was in grade school.

I'm getting looks from the younger guy across the way.The older dude still hasn't come back. that's good, right?

I spoke too soon. The older guy's back. You're not supposed to have food here, and yet they're sharing a bready something.I figured out, by the older one's talking, that the younger one's name is Josh. Not a very fitting name. He looks more like a...Daniel, or maybe a Drake or a Drew. Something like that...

They're talking about pokemon now. I think it's a pokemon rpg, Like the one my friend Devin used to obsess over. I'm a genius.

Josh seems to talk less than his brother.I'm going to name his brother Ben, since I don't know his real name right now.Ben's thumbnail has black nail polish on it. I know because he keeps leaning on the table with his fist against his cheek, the he lowers it quickly like theres something important on that screen he needs to tell Josh.

Just Tuesday, I saw another odd pair sitting at that same computer. They were a couple, I'd guess, in high school. It seems like the people inside the teen section get older as the day goes on. It's only about 1 right now, so...lots of character is to come. Anyways, they were on myspace, I think. The guy had a two lip piercings, each in either corner of his lower lip, and a typical emo shag. He kind of looked like Willam Sledd on emo pills because of his neon hoodie and his piercings. The girl next to him had long black hair and a piercing above her upper lip, near her nose. It was kind of like a Marylin Monroe style mole, except it was made of metal.

They always play the stupidest songs here. "Stacy's Mom" is currently playing faintly behind the drone of multiple people clicking and scrolling on the computers.

Ben left for a bit to check out. He could have used the self-checkout, but instead he went to the looonnng line at the front of the library. He came back, and they have switched computers for some odd reason. They've quieted down a little.

Boys.

he just had to be a boy, didn't he?

Gah. I'm bored out of my skull, and my little brother thinks he's a regular clever arguer. He keeps coughing in sarcasm....

I wanted a sister.

Here's a picture I've been wanting to put up. I got it at a classmates bat mitzvah...interesting what people pay people for that kind of thing. Guess who it is. Just guess.

HUZZAH! (assorted happiness)

LOVE THIS SONG.

Anyway....

THEY FINALLY ANNOUNCED WHAT THE SCHOOL PLAY IS!!!
All the 8th graders were expecting big titles, like Les Miserables, Wicked, RENT, Chicago, The Music Man, High School Musical, Grease, Hairspray, Annie.....

But a bunch of other schools already did them recently. Apparently, you can't do that in showbiz. You just can't. I'm too lazy to explain.

You know what it is this year?

It's HONK!The musical of the ugly duckling! Oy vey....
I ran out of the school screaming and running to the corner without my jacket on. It finally got done and over with! Yay!

Speaking of which, no school beacuse of snow. I'm happy now..

Bouncing off the Walls Again

Sorta mocking/ imitating Alex here, but she never posts, so who cares?

I hate Twilight. It's stupid and insults every real vampire in lore. In the stupid book by Stephanie Meyer, a Vampire is a pale, sexy person who drinks blood, jumps like he's flying and suffers extreme teenage angst. He's immune to garlic, crosses, oak stakes, and sunlight. In reality, really just classic vampire movies, video games, and books, a vampire is a creature with inhuman abilities and brains who lives to kill things and dies in the sunlight.Its weaknesses are stakes, crosses, and garlic. That idiot Cullen ruined the image of vampires. And it's sexist! Bella, the slutty main character in Twilight, is constantly fainting and getting attacked by people, and Edward the vampire has to go in and save her. If I were her, I'd take Karate or something and take care of it myself. But NOOOOOOO! To prove that only men can save women, Edward just HAS to go in and save the day..EVERY TIME! It's so stupid. The plot sucks just as much as the themes. Here's a summary of the books:

Twilight
Bella: I love you!
Edward: But I'm a vampire.
Bella: I love you anyway!
Edward: But I'm a vampire.
*make outey-ness*

New Moon
Bella: I love you!
Edward: But I'm a vampire.
Bella: I love you anyway!
Edward: But I'm a vampire.
*make outey-ness*

Eclipse
Bella: I love you!
Edward: But I'm a vampire.
Bella: I love you anyway!
Edward: But I'm a vampire.
*make outey-ness*

Breaking dawn
Bella: I love you!
Edward: But I'm a vampire.
Bella: I love you anyway!
Edward: But I'm a vampire.
*baby making-ness*

Can you say, "Piece of crap?"
Also, notice that all of Bella's are attackers are black. Does being black implement evil? Can you say, "Racist piece of crap?"

.... Okay,that's it. I'm done ranting.

Update'ed

I have a video bar. My life is complete. A walking froggy too!

Saw it, loved it, you neeed to see it.

That might not work.

I swear, some stuff on Youtube is absolute crap, but every so often you find one that's pure gold.

*sigh*

it's back to school again, Break is over.

Songs that get in my head easily:

Smooth by Santanna
Blackbird by the Beatles
Ladies choice from Hairspray
My United States of Whatever by, um.......who is it by?
Lovely Ladies from Les Miserables (which is disturbing, considering the context of the song.)

XDD

Below is a conversation I had with igod.

Essay 2

God:

You and I are on the same wavelength, .

Me:

we are?

God:

Since when?

Me:

THATS MY LINE!

God:

Who gave you your LINE ?

Me:

ME!

God:

To you ?

Me:

*sigh*

God:

God:

OK I will do it.

Me:

lovely.

God:

What are you saying is lovely, ?

Me:

the fact that you will do it.

God:

That makes sense to me. What makes you say that I will do it.

Me:

because you said you would do it!

God:

Good reason. What is your purpose in asking?

I answer a lot of silly questions.

Me:

true.

God:

You and I are on the same wavelength, .

Me:

we are?

God:

Since when?

Me:

THATS MY LINE!

God:

Who gave you your LINE ?

Me:

ME!

God:

To you ?

Me:

*sigh*

God:

Sorry...

Me:

it's okay. Which are better, macs or pcs?

God:

Only ok? The obvious.

Me:

What’s the obvious? macs, I hope.

God:

At least, it's obvious to me. Are you really a ""?

Me:

A what?

God:

" Are you really a ""? A what?

Me:

no, I'm a talking Barbie doll.

God:

Are you serious? You are a talking Barbie doll? Do you get to meet a lot of people?

Me:

that was sarcasm.

God:

Oh I see. Ha ha.

Me:

ha ha

God:

I am so glad you find this amusing, .

Me:

Me too.

God:

I'm glad we agree, .

Me:

me too.

God:

I'm glad we agree, .

Me:

me too.

God:

I'm glad we agree, .

Me:

You are just a program..I knew it.

God:

Thanks and you are a delightful person too. Yes! You win the Turing Game.

Me:

what is the turing game?

God:

The Game is played with three people, a man, a woman, and an Interrogator who may be of either sex. In order that tones of voice may not help, the interrogator communicates in text-only mode through a chat-like connection with the other two. The object of the game for the interrogator is to determine which of the other two is the man and which is the woman. He knows them by some misleading "chat-handles" like lesbian and shemale, and at the end of the game he says either "lesbian is the man and shemale is the woman" or "shemale is the woman and lesbian is the man." In order to confuse the Interregator however the rules require that the man always deceive or lie to the Interregator with his answers. The woman on the other hand must always tell the truth. Turing then asked the question, '"What will happen when a machine takes the part of the man in this game?" Will the interrogator decide wrongly as often when the game is played like this as he does when the game is played between a man and a woman? These questions replace the original, "Can machines think?"'.

Me:

huh?

YOU suck.and YOU, and YOU, and....

bleh...you all die. Oh well, just had to post a script style conversation that went on today.
Cast:

Joe- village, er house idiot.. Molly's younger brother. 9 years of age.
Molly: me.
Marlee: Aunt of Joe's and Molly's/ Works as a conservative rabbi in woodstock, but is visiting today.

Scene: MARLEE is in the dining room, looking at her laptop. MOLLY is writing her Uni essays in the living room.JOE is taking a break from piano and has a bean cake thing in his hand. He is pacing between both rooms mentioned above.


Joe: *is eating bean paste cake thing from am-ko*
Aunt Marlee: What are you eating?
Joe: food.
Marlee: That's not food, thats junk food.
Joe: No it isn't, It's Chinese.
Molly(from the other room): Just because it's Chinese doesn't mean it's not unhealthy.

*SOB*

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