I’m pretty confident that I have the cutest brother known to man.
I’m pretty confident that I have the cutest brother known to man.
I don’t know why, but lately some silly things have transpired, for example:
The silliest of all:
Anyway, these are the things that make my life so crazy cool and awesome. Except that last bullet point- that wasn’t very cool. Oh well.
Well folks, the results came out, and
and Julia all got in!
The first item of business is something that is somewhat sad. It involves these things:
Yes, everyone, these are the famous Jojo Shoes, last seen onstage in Whoville.
These things have been my pride and joy, and every time I’ve worn them, people who saw the show would come up to me and exclaim, “Oh my gosh, it’s the Jojo shoes!! That was such a good show, you did awesome, etc. etc.”
Well guys, this ain’t gonna happen anymore. Why? Because now they’re pink.
No, I did not go crazy and paint them for no reason. They are now Virginia/Mara’s shoes for the Pajama Game. They had to be painted in order for me to save money, and it made the most sense. Was it hard for me? Yeah, it got a little tough when I saw the first shoe all pink, and only one shoe was left normal. But it really is for the best, and in a way, this is letting the memories live on for longer. These shoes will just be more theatrically experienced now, and they will have an even more special place-if that’s possible.
The next order of business is this: THE PAJAMA GAME IS COMING TO AN END. It feels so weird, knowing that this is almost over when it feels like it has just begun!! Crazy times, my friends. Crazy times.
Last but not least, I auditioned for the Scarlet Pimpernel last night!! I’m anxiously awaiting results, which will be posted tomorrow night. Cross your fingers, peeps!! This sounds like it could be a lot of fun. Something that frustrated me about auditioning was the auditionees were acting like this wasn’t a for serious audition. They didn’t seem to be approaching it with enough of a cool head to do things right. Of course, Julia, McKenzie, Savannah, Geneal, and I weren’t acting like that- and I don’t mean that in an oh-look-at-us-we’re-perfect way at all. This is genuine. I’m glad I have friends (and sisters) who are audition-savvy and don’t feel the need to goof off and be dumb just because they know the director. Thanks, girls!! Wow. There are a lot of exclamation points in this. Um, disregard the over-excitement. I’ll either be even worse tomorrow or otherwise terribly subdued. I’m hoping for the first. I really, really wanna get this! There’s just one conflict… Which I’m sure won’t even end up being an issue in the end, but it keeps gnawing at my conscience. Whatever. I’ll spill my guts to you tomorrow night, if there’s anything worth telling. You can be assured of that, no worries. Well, I’m going to shut up now and leave. Check back tomorrow for more exciting truffles of knowledge!
Oh. My. Word. I actually did it. If you’re curious about what I’m referring to, check this out:
Ignore the disgustingly shiny face, please. And the darkness. I was in a car.
Folks, I was worse than this. First date, peeps. First. Frickin’. Date. I’m allowed to act like a kindergartner on their first day of school… Right? Right? I probably annoyed the crap outta my mom, what with all my nervous whining and insisting that I was about to throw up/pee/have an aneurysm. Like I said, first date. Oh yeah… Pictures.
I was so freaked out, guys, I swear it took all my… Er, “guts” to just leave the stupid pumpkin on their door. I was so scared it’d be the wrong house, or they’d see me, or Ben would wrinkle his nose in disgust and wonder why he’d ever want to be seen dead with me… I have an insane imagination. Whatever.
Only time will tell if I get a smiley or frowny!! Wish me luck!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (Yes, that was uncharacteristically hyper of me. Get over it.)
My friend Sarah is officially dateable now!!
I’m glad we’re friends, Sarah! I hope this year is a BLAST for you!!
No, I haven’t figured out who I’m asking out yet (thanks to Julia- and I’m not being sarcastic this time, she really did save me from asking someone who is already taken- thanks again!!), much less how, but since I need to get cracking on this (two months before-that’s how you know you go to Heritage), we’ve started hunting out ideas to ask creatively.
Personally, if I was just asked, no fanfare or funny business included, I’d have difficulty responding. Because how much of a letdown is that?! No, this time, I’m going full-blown, unforgettably awesome, for my first dance. I’m taking a date, that much is certain. I just need to figure out how… So here are some clever ideas. Enjoy!
So there you have it. Some top-notch ideas on how I could ask Mr. Mystery to Winter Formal. Aren’t these fun? They’re a great idea for future dances, so I think I’ll fall back on them every so often. Creativity just rocks, I think. It makes life so much more… Spontaneous.
I’ll be sure to keep y’all updated on the Grate Date Search.
With 2 months and 4 weeks until I’m sixteen, (read it and weep!!) I’ve come to a crazy conclusion:
Do you know how FREAKY THAT IS?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?
I’ve looked through the yearbook, and I haven’t really found anyone totally awesome (some have girlfriends already, some are total drips). Besides, the one boy I really really want to go with won’t be sixteen yet, so that is really dumb.
So the question is…
Who should I go with?? I need your ideas! And an idea on how to ask would be good too. (I mean really- just asking them like it’s the weather we’re talking about? Come ON. Lameness. Creativity is where it’s at.)
I’m so stressed about this! I don’t want my first dance to suck!
Did I mention help?!?!?!
Comments are greatly encouraged on this particular post, fyi. If you know a good guy I could go with, you’d better lemme know.
We are dog-sitting for our neighbors this week, and lemme tell ya, it’s been fun having a dog like Dixie in our house (doesn’t that sound like the title of a movie to you? A Dog Like Dixie. Ooh, I bet it’d be a tear-jerker!). It’s been so fun, in fact, that my whole family is getting dog-hungry (not like “mmm, dog-burgers.” More like when you get baby-hungry, ie: “we want a baby.” Except we want a dog, so it would be: “we want a dog”, and I’m just going to stop rambling now.)
You’d be dog-hungry too if you knew this dog. She is the sweetest, mellowest, cutest doggie ever. She’s a chocolate lab and is absolutely awesome. I want a dog so bad. So, so bad.
Another perk? To my knowledge, she isn’t a shedder. Which is awesome.
I. Want. A. Dog.
So I want to throw a fit, because it’s been fun pretending to have a dog this week, but then we’re going to have to give her back which is LAME.
Oh well. I have brothers, I guess. They do like playing Puppy…