Monday, December 1st. Is that or is that not the most depressing date you could possibly imagine? It is.
First of all, its a Monday, which is just complete shit, as always. Secondly, its December. Nobody likes December. I'm not talking about Christmas, becuase of course everyone likes Christmas...unless you dont, which is fine too. I mean December 1st through like the 20th. It's miserable. You've been putting up with the cold for a month and you're already getting sick of it, and then it comes. The giant knee to the groin of the Northeast...snow.
I should be ashamed of myself for hating snow, but I do. I don't ski, not after the horrible incidents of winter '02 which are never spoken of or remembered. I don't like snowball fights becuase I'm a girl and I don't like getting hurt. I occasionally go sledding, but some amount of alcohol is involved, so its not fair to say I like that very much on its own either. There's seriously nothing good about snow. Sorry I lied, snowdays are the good thing about snow; but that's not enough to keep me happy.
Also, the snow sucks because that last strand of fun you've been holding onto, that last whim of summer you've tried so hard to keep...that's frozen over like, something frozen.
I'm being a baby, I know. I realize that one cannot spend all their time thinking about camp. At some point it becomes sad and unreasonable. I've just realized that I'm not even half way through this school year. I've only made it through three months, which seemed to take a million years, and I still have six to go before I get to be at camp again.
It's a sad life I lead. It truly is.
Someday there will be tragic operas written for my life.
Maybe Kayla could star in it.
Monday, December 1, 2008
Saturday, November 22, 2008
The Best Advice Anyone Will Ever Give You
So, a helpful bit of advice for all those who like me, enjoy having fun.
If you get to your house at 3:oo in the morning and there is a fresh layer of snow on the ground and you feel so compelled to make a snow angel in the back yard...don't do it. Or at least remember to wear shoes.
That is all.
If you get to your house at 3:oo in the morning and there is a fresh layer of snow on the ground and you feel so compelled to make a snow angel in the back yard...don't do it. Or at least remember to wear shoes.
That is all.
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Hell Week
So...hell week. Lemme just say, o my fucking god.
It's only day two and my brain feels like its going to fall out the back of my head. I could possibly have a mental snap and go Rambo on everyone for ruining my life. Whatever though, I've made a discovery...one that could help me for years to come.
Sometimes you just don't have time to do your homework, its the honest truth. I normally set a lot of store by getting my shit done and getting it done right, because I'd honestly just rather do it and be done than have it hanging over my head for a week, but circumstances change, and desperate times call for desperate measures. Long story short, I find myself in a crunch for time, having to devote every hour of my life outside of school to work or the play. This is what I have found. When attempting to get out of homework you must do the following:
1) Build your back story: Drop subtle hints to your friends within earshot of the teacher that you will be unimaginably busy and you won't have time to do anything wtih them.
2) Look the part: Don't look pretty, because pretty people get sleep. Pretty people have time to get dressed and do their hair. People who can't do their homework don't have time to do their hair either. It's just common sense, don't blow your cover.
3) Zone out from time to time: If its real, more power to you, because you could legitimately have a reason to not do your homework, but if not, no worries, a good zoneout can always be faked. The trick lies in coming out of it. You must be surprised, but not jumpy. Look at the teacher who pulls you out of it with a dazed look, close your eyes for just a second, shake your head VERY SLIGHTLY and say these exact words, "I'm sorry what did you say?"It seems simple, but it's such a delicate thing, you must always have the act down.
4) Be prepared to grovel and demean yourself: Pleaing for mercy is not below you. Dont be sly and try to pass it off like normal. Go to them and say, hey I'm sorry but I didn't do it. Spend exaxtly seven seconds with something like, it's been really busy with the play/we've got the championship coming up/my mom's really sick etc. But DO NOT go into detail. Be vague, don't invite questions unless you have a good story and NEVER sound like you're making an excuse. Be straight up like, yo, didn't do it, getcha next time.
5) If all else failes...cry: Boys should be careful with this one, and even girls should watch out and keep it lowkey, but by all means, if you're cornered and the teacher isn't giving you an inch of slack, don't hesitate to pull the emotional card on them. Don't break down, no wailing or major waterworks. A single tear down the cheek is enough to melt the heart and grant you an extra day or so on the work. Couple it with a phrase of helplessness such as, "I'm just so overwhelmed" "I'm so sorry, I'll get it done, I just know I will" "I screwed up, I can't believe I forgot about the test!" All of these things indavidually will get you your final goal, but as I said, NEVER OVERDO IT, especially with the crying.
Obviously I've given you a lot to think about here, don't do it all at once or your brain will be on the floor next to mine. How's that song go? Chippin' around, kick my brains on the floor. Good one. Anyway, I'm going to bed now, don't bother me until sunday and you might live to see thanksgiving. Seriously though, take the advice of a girl who deals with actors on a daily basis. Stay out of our faces during Hell week.
It's only day two and my brain feels like its going to fall out the back of my head. I could possibly have a mental snap and go Rambo on everyone for ruining my life. Whatever though, I've made a discovery...one that could help me for years to come.
Sometimes you just don't have time to do your homework, its the honest truth. I normally set a lot of store by getting my shit done and getting it done right, because I'd honestly just rather do it and be done than have it hanging over my head for a week, but circumstances change, and desperate times call for desperate measures. Long story short, I find myself in a crunch for time, having to devote every hour of my life outside of school to work or the play. This is what I have found. When attempting to get out of homework you must do the following:
1) Build your back story: Drop subtle hints to your friends within earshot of the teacher that you will be unimaginably busy and you won't have time to do anything wtih them.
2) Look the part: Don't look pretty, because pretty people get sleep. Pretty people have time to get dressed and do their hair. People who can't do their homework don't have time to do their hair either. It's just common sense, don't blow your cover.
3) Zone out from time to time: If its real, more power to you, because you could legitimately have a reason to not do your homework, but if not, no worries, a good zoneout can always be faked. The trick lies in coming out of it. You must be surprised, but not jumpy. Look at the teacher who pulls you out of it with a dazed look, close your eyes for just a second, shake your head VERY SLIGHTLY and say these exact words, "I'm sorry what did you say?"It seems simple, but it's such a delicate thing, you must always have the act down.
4) Be prepared to grovel and demean yourself: Pleaing for mercy is not below you. Dont be sly and try to pass it off like normal. Go to them and say, hey I'm sorry but I didn't do it. Spend exaxtly seven seconds with something like, it's been really busy with the play/we've got the championship coming up/my mom's really sick etc. But DO NOT go into detail. Be vague, don't invite questions unless you have a good story and NEVER sound like you're making an excuse. Be straight up like, yo, didn't do it, getcha next time.
5) If all else failes...cry: Boys should be careful with this one, and even girls should watch out and keep it lowkey, but by all means, if you're cornered and the teacher isn't giving you an inch of slack, don't hesitate to pull the emotional card on them. Don't break down, no wailing or major waterworks. A single tear down the cheek is enough to melt the heart and grant you an extra day or so on the work. Couple it with a phrase of helplessness such as, "I'm just so overwhelmed" "I'm so sorry, I'll get it done, I just know I will" "I screwed up, I can't believe I forgot about the test!" All of these things indavidually will get you your final goal, but as I said, NEVER OVERDO IT, especially with the crying.
Obviously I've given you a lot to think about here, don't do it all at once or your brain will be on the floor next to mine. How's that song go? Chippin' around, kick my brains on the floor. Good one. Anyway, I'm going to bed now, don't bother me until sunday and you might live to see thanksgiving. Seriously though, take the advice of a girl who deals with actors on a daily basis. Stay out of our faces during Hell week.
Friday, November 14, 2008
Winooski Valley Rocks out Loud
It's so easy to get caught up in the crap that goes on in everyone's lives. It's hectic and stressful and life can tend to be a bitch sometimes, but I had so much fun these past two days, its hard to describe how un-bitchy my life is right now.
In a word (or 3) Winooski Valley Festival. Basically its a two day party for all things music. Singing, strings and band. Kids from a bunch of different schools all get together for two days and pretty much just jam and hang out and then put on a concert after two days of working.
You know how sometimes, when you put a bunch of strangers in a room together it can go one of two ways. It can either be awkward or amazing with very little room in between. This was on the amazing side. In fact it was so far to the amazing side that it redefined the previous definition of amazing completely. We spent an hour in a room together singing, which to the casual observer could seem lame and just a little bit pitiful, but seriously, so much fun. Pretty much, these are my people. We're all musicians and singers, so we can just make music all the time, which is basically what I wish my life could be like every day.
So yeah, not to make you jealous or anything, but seriously, you're so sorry you missed this...truly a day (or 2) to remember.
Love and hugs and kisses
In a word (or 3) Winooski Valley Festival. Basically its a two day party for all things music. Singing, strings and band. Kids from a bunch of different schools all get together for two days and pretty much just jam and hang out and then put on a concert after two days of working.
You know how sometimes, when you put a bunch of strangers in a room together it can go one of two ways. It can either be awkward or amazing with very little room in between. This was on the amazing side. In fact it was so far to the amazing side that it redefined the previous definition of amazing completely. We spent an hour in a room together singing, which to the casual observer could seem lame and just a little bit pitiful, but seriously, so much fun. Pretty much, these are my people. We're all musicians and singers, so we can just make music all the time, which is basically what I wish my life could be like every day.
So yeah, not to make you jealous or anything, but seriously, you're so sorry you missed this...truly a day (or 2) to remember.
Love and hugs and kisses
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Summer News
Rather than attempting to explain my summer to you, I would rather just show you the pictures that I really feel defined it, and me as a human being really. Is this what you think it is? Well, if you think that this is a picture of me blowing some sweet bubbles at summer
camp, then this is what you think it is. I really really like bubble
s, and this pipe actually happens to belong to Amanda Partlow, the amazing one. I'd have to say that this is one of my favorite pictures of me ever, not so much because I look particularly great (notice the unwashed hair, scrubby clothing and disgusting bug bite on my neck) but because I remember exactly what was happening when this was taken. We had just finished lunch, and it must have been a weekend because there were no kids there. It was one of the last sessions, and I remember thinking that eventually the kids would stop coming and I'd have to go home. It was a really shit moment, but then we went outside and Amanda, as is her custom, pulled out her bubble bag (for real, a bag full of bubbles and bubble toys that she carries around at all times) and we just chilled on the steps and blew bubbles for awhile. Sobasically t
he bubbles
s, and this pipe actually happens to belong to Amanda Partlow, the amazing one. I'd have to say that this is one of my favorite pictures of me ever, not so much because I look particularly great (notice the unwashed hair, scrubby clothing and disgusting bug bite on my neck) but because I remember exactly what was happening when this was taken. We had just finished lunch, and it must have been a weekend because there were no kids there. It was one of the last sessions, and I remember thinking that eventually the kids would stop coming and I'd have to go home. It was a really shit moment, but then we went outside and Amanda, as is her custom, pulled out her bubble bag (for real, a bag full of bubbles and bubble toys that she carries around at all times) and we just chilled on the steps and blew bubbles for awhile. Sobasically t
he bubblessaved the day again. Obviously this next one deserves some explanation, due to sheer awesomeness. We're clearly being a flower here, but you can't fully understand this unless you understand the two little boys to the left. They didn't hold still for a minute all summer, in fact as you can see, CJ is trying to do a headstand in the picture, and yet somehow by the lure of our counselor powers (and candy) we got them to be in the flower with us, because we're awesome, and really who wouldn't want to be in a flower with us? Clockwise, its me, Danielle, Claire, Amanda, Ben and CJ, some of my favorite people at camp, or life in general. This is just proof that kids are the most awesome people in the world. Seriously, we should all strive to be as cool as they are. If something as great as this moment happened to me every day, there would be no end to the happiness.
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