Wicked is Love

I saw Wicked the musical today. It was the most amazing thing I have ever seen. Ever. I loved every second of it. It was INCREDIBLE. I cried. A lot. If you've never seen it, see it. Or at least listen to the soundtrack... I can't even put into words how wonderful it was.

Various Rants III

-- What happened to Tic Tacs? You never see them anymore...it's like gum and various other mints took over? I found a new pack of orange flavored Tic Tacs in my drawer the other day. I have no idea how long they've been there...but I'm eating them anyway.

-- Junior year is awful. Just throwing that out there.

-- That Ben Franklin thing I told you about? Yeah we got tested on it. Without going over it. I got a 65. Then we retook it and I got a 45. That was bumped up to a 60. She took the 60 instead of the 65...

-- FarmVille. 'Nough said.

-- We're doing the play Much Ado About Nothing right now. I'm really excited. It's a hilarious show. I'm Dogberry, and I'm really excited about it :) haha

-- Speaking of junior year being awful, I have a LOT of homework I should be doing right now...so this is all I have time for today...

Various Rants II

I believe a good day of venting is in order. I've been in a really good mood lately, defining happy actually, to the point of tears. So here's some thoughts.

-- I hate when my parents leave, and don't tell me that people are showing up at the house. My mom just left with my little sister and two random guys from Aquatime Pools just showed up? My mom says to completely ignore them, but they probably now I'm here because I was singing loudly in a front room with many open windows. Oh well.

-- I'm currently drinking Powerade. It says ION 4. I don't know what it means. I don't think many people know what it means. I certainly know that no one really cares. I don't care. I just want to drink my Strawberry Lemonade Powerade, thank you very much. I don't care about its advanced electrolyte system with sodium, potassium, calcium, and magnesium. I just care that the stuff tastes like Nerds. And I like that.

-- The OK button on the outside of my EnV2 no longer works. Nor do my "*", "0", or "#" buttons. Apparently, this happens to all EnV2s at some point, and I was simply out of the loop. I think that's a rather awful bit of design and planning on LG's part...don't you?

-- Our history teacher gave us an essay test today. She never told us what the question would be, just that it was about The Autobiography of Benjamin Franklin. Turns out it was about his virtue system thingy...like she couldn't have told us that last week when she told us we'd be having a test. Fairness does not exist in junior year I've decided.

-- I bought a class ring. It's gonna be SICK. Silver with a music design on one side, drama on the other. Antique finish. Perfect.

-- I am the only trombonist in my school's jazz band this year. Did I mention I'm also the only girl? This year should be quite interesting...

-- On the front of the Crayola Crayon 24 pack sitting in front of me, there's a little blue ribbon with a checked off box next to the words "Preferred by Teachers." Why would anyone buy that? Why did WE buy it? Who cares what the teachers think? They're CRAYONS. They never even get used in class! They just put them on the supply list to get your hopes up about the year being maybe just a little fun, and then they crush your dreams. Maybe that's why teachers like them. They're a good tool to use when destroying the souls of children everywhere.

-- I've had the same background on my phone for the past...4 months?

FLO in Real Life

This morning, when I opened my internet browser, I was greeted by Flo, the car insurance enthusiast from the Progressive commercials.

Upon clicking her picture, I was introduced to the real Flo, Stephanie Courtney.

She's a comedian. That's all I really got from it. But hey, there was this video, that I personally enjoyed, and figured that if I enjoyed it, why deprive my small handful of readers? So here it is!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bRZiMUJ8bqE

Ben Franklin's Life in a Nutshell

Recently I was forced to read 141 pages worth of the oh-so-exciting autobiography of Ben Franklin.

I got nothing out of it.

In my opinion, his life could very easily be summed up in the following way:

"I was in Boston. I went to Philidelphia. I met some dudes. We were friends. I went back to Boston. I did some writing. I met some more dudes. I went to London. Some dude named Keith did some jerky stuff. Oh well. I met some other dudes. We became friends. I learned some stuff about writing. I went back to America. I wrote some more. I met some more dudes. I talked to people about the war. I started a library and a fire station and some school. I did some electricity experiments involving lightning, however I'm NOT GOING TO TELL YOU ABOUT THEM IN THIS BOOK. I employed people to sweep streets and WAY overthought the whole process of eliminating the dirt. I wrote some more. I had a lot of money. Uhhh...did I tell you about my library?"

I regret to admit that I somehow managed to read this entire autobiography in just 2 days. Even dorkier? I had to read it out loud just to maintain focus. I read probably an average of around 15 pages an hour. Sad, yes I know.

Can I go to college now?

Various Rants I

As suggested by a friend, I am installing a "Random Thoughts" post, except I'm not calling it that. It's various rants. Obviously you can figure that out on your own. Because you can read. Or else you wouldn't even be on this site in the first place, correct?

Anyway, this is where I will share short bursts of thought on random things.

-- The phrase "This one time, at band camp," is entirely over used. That never really happens. Not in the experience I've had at band camp anyway, and as far as I know, it hasn't happened in anyone else's. Stop saying it. It's annoying to those of us who know how much band camp can actually suck.

-- I recently was told about a question on the permit test that asked which car you let go first at a 4-way intersection if there's a mail truck, fire truck with its siren on, and a police car with its siren on. Apparently, the mail truck, because it's a federal car. This, in my opinion, is stupid. You never know, those few seconds could be the difference between life and death in an emergency. I'm sure the folks down the street can wait for their bills and copies of Sports Illustrated. Personally, I'd let the fire truck or police car go. I don't care.

-- The new ABC Family series "10 Things I Hate About You" has caught my attention. However, I can't decide if I like it or not. I mean it's not bad, but it's NOTHING like the movie, which I LOVE. I mean this Kat is nowhere near as abrasive as the original Kat. This Bianca just isn't the same somehow. This Patrick is somehow too nice, not as funny, and not NEARLY as good looking as Heath Ledger was. Why they chose to make Chastity such an important character is beyond me. And where is Mandela's obsession with everything Shakespeare!? She's NOTHING like the original character, which sucks, because the original was awesome. Cameron is actually pretty good and his little friend's alright. And I quite like that the dad is the same guy as from the movie.

-- I saw a guy with gauges at the gas station the other day. Really big ones. Like you could fit two fingers through the hole in his ear lobe. It was a little disgusting.

-- Summer reading and summer work pisses me off. A lot. We only have 2 months of summer. This is our ONLY time to get away from the work. So WHY the HELL do we have to do work during the summer? We NEVER get a break. All of our supposed "vacations" require us to do some form of work. I'm sick of it.

-- The Jonas Brothers piss me off too. I mean they have talent, I'll give them that. They play more than one instrument and just that they CAN play instruments makes them somewhat respectable in my eyes. But they're entirely overrated. It drives me crazy. There are plenty of BETTER bands out there that should be bigger than they are, but the female teen aged population is far too obsessed with them. They aren't even that good looking. Good for them, they're "living the dream," but loads of other bands could too.

-- Age difference work in a really weird way. In relationships I mean. For some reason it's always ok for a guy to go for a younger girl. The younger, the weirder though, but they still do it. But if a girl ever dates down more than like one year, it's like a big no? However, that's only in high school and college and such. As soon as we're thrust into the real world, that's ok? And guys never have to worry. It's all just really overcomplicated and stupid.

Major Blog Fail!

So I haven't posted anything in like...forever.

I have absolutely no idea what to write about right now, nor do I have the time to write a full post. This is merely an apology (to my 1 or 2 readers?) for completely failing to find time for this. I promise, I'll think of something good...eventually.

But here's another option.

Feel free at any time to offer some topics! Ones that are preferably appropriate, not super vague, and something that I might actually have something to say about.

Until the next time that I actually have time to attempt writing a witty post (hopefully tomorrow), peace out :)

Sports

Quite the simple topic really. Broad, yet simple.

By request of my friend/soul mate/unbiological sister, I am taking this chance to share my opinion on sports, her obsession.

My opinion: It's a good obsession.

I like sports. They're fun and when you're good at them, it's quite a rewarding feeling. I mostly just play hockey. Said friend is actually our extremely loveable goalie for our half season and was this year for the school season. Sadly, she is leaving us.

Anyway, hockey, yes, the king of all sports.

Hockey is amazing. That's all there really is to it. I mean what other sport, besides figure skating, lets you skate around on ice really fast while trying to maintain some sort of control over your body? Plus you have to put a puck in a net. Easy concept, not so easy execution.

Let's see...there's also softball, of which I am rather fond.

I played for...8 years? However I've retired for the sake of the theatre! Which I love with all my heart, and is due up as a topic sometime in the near future. Anyway, softball, fun stuff. My friend also plays this and, I've heard, for I've never actually seen her play, is quite good.

Hmmm other sports...let's go with football, baseball, lacrosse, wrestling, golf, racing, and soccer.

Football. Not a fan, though I'm forced to watch it at least once a year and I have to play in the band at the school games. It's pointless to me. I understand it and I'm sure it's fun if you actually like it, but I see no need for the glorification of large men who like to attack each other for a ball.

Baseball. I spend half my life at baseball fields so I'm ok with this one. The only thing that makes me angry is that baseball players think baseball is better slash harder than softball. That and they use steroids way too much. It's called working out, try it. Here's a few bits of information for you: Despite the completely stupid naming of our sport, our ball is in fact harder than yours. It is also much larger and therefore harder to throw and hit long distances. Our bats are also longer. Our pitching is much more complicated. We also don't have cushiony grass in the infield to slow down a hard hit ball. Sorry, but we win.

Lacrosse. I just don't get it. I really don't I'm sorry. That's all I have to say.

Wrestling. Mad props to wrestlers who like actually wrestle. Like high school and college wrestling. That takes SERIOUS skill and dedication. However the professionals should maybe focus a little more on the sport and less on their image...just a thought.

Golf. I HATE golf. I'm really sorry but I just CANNOT watch it or play it or even talk about it. I find it exceedingly boring and I'm sure that could just be because I grew up with it on every single day and I just never saw any fun in it. I don't mean to offend. I apologize.

Racing. I don't see what's fun about driving a car around the same track over and over and over again for like 3 hours...And I especially don't see how someone can just watch this on tv...You don't even need to be physically fit to sit in a car and drive. How is this a sport?

Soccer. Soccer is an excellent sport. It takes serious skill and it's 100% real. All you've got is the pads on your shins and a mouth guard, if that. Pretty excellent in my opinion.

And that, my extremely small handful of readers, is my opinion on sports. Not too interesting I know. My apologies. Sports aren't entirely my thing.

Friends and Why They Make My Life

There are many types of friends.

I apologize for my moment of sounding like the author of a children's book.

However, that statement is still very true.

My friends mean the world to me, whether they know it or not. There are the friends you don't talk to much but you know you'd be lost without them, the friends you disagree with all the time but you love them all the same, the ones you talk to everyday and would be miserable without, and the ones that you never want to lose.

Some friends fit more than one of those categories. And, of course, those are not the only categories. They're just some basic types that come to mind when I think of my friends.

I love each and every one of them. Whether I talk to them much or not, see them all the time or not, or hang out with them a lot or not, I love them.

In all honesty, I would be completely lost without my friends.

I don't really know how to put what I want to say into words. It's too complex of a feeling. However, a good feeling. One that I wouldn't trade for the world.

I have the kind of friends that mean more to me than life itself. I could easily take a bullet for nearly any one of my friends. There are the kind that I tell everything because I know they won't judge or get mad. There are the kind I sometimes disagree with and we joke in a somewhat odd way, but I love them. There are the kind who always look out for me and tell me the truth even when it may hurt, the kind I could never be mad at. Some tell me everything and their trust means more to me than they know. There are some that are always there to help me through the suckish times and know more about me than anyone else. They may even know more about me than I do. There are the ones who are leaving me, perhaps for college, that it will be difficult to get by without, and I pray that we keep in touch, because you've changed me for the better and I could never thank you enough for everything you've given me and I could never tell you enough times how much I love you.

I could never possibly list all the kinds of friends I have. But I consider myself truly blessed to have them. I am the luckiest person in the world to have such caring friends who look out for me.

If you're reading right now, know this:

I love you more than I can say. Your friendship means more to me than you will ever know. I never want to lose touch with any of you. You make my life better than I ever believed it could be. I don't quite know how to say it, but when I say I love you, I mean it more than I mean anything else I could ever say to anyone. Know that you mean more to me than perhaps anything else and if I said I would die without you, I would. Emotionally of course, but it's perhaps more painful than anything I will ever have to endure.

So, to my friends:

I love you.

Facebook Notes: An Addiction

Hello, my name is...well actually you don't need to know that. Unless you already do...in which case you can just fill in that blank. Otherwise, feel free to name me as you please.

Sorry, let's continue.

Hello, my name is ___________ and I am a Facebook Note Addict.

I don't know what it is...for some reason they draw me in and take my soul for hours at a time...however I have a theory...

As I reflect on the dozens of notes that I have filled out purely out of EXTREME boredom, I find that many of them are the stupid kind. And when I say that, I mean they ask questions about you that are awkward and pointless. They also often contain grammatical errors. Not okay.

The reason I have come to believe that I thrive off of entering random information about myself into a computer over and over and over again? A need to be heard.

That's it. That simple.

We all like to be heard. Face it.

For any of you who just said, "Psh she's stupid, that's not true," you KNOW I'm right. You probably wanted to say that to my face (If you even knew who I was...). Hence, I am correct. You wanted to be heard when saying I was wrong and you were right. Owned.

Anyway. I feel like the reason that I continue to waste time on these notes is to put my personality out there...you know? I want to be heard. I want people to like me for who I am. Therefore, I put "who I am" into the view of my friends hoping and praying that they accept it. Or that, hopefully, the more they see it, the more they get used to it.

I guess I'm just a sucker for acceptance...

That's really all I have to say on the subject...sadly.

You know that's probably the reason I blog too...hmmm...interesting...

P.S. -- Bet you're laughing now! You know who you are :)

I'm Sane, I Swear It

That may be a lie. I like to think that I'm sane and that everything that goes through my mind is somehow "normal." However, that is very likely NOT the case. The reason for my recent self-doubt about my sanity? Driver's ed.

Five days. Six and a half hours each day. It's summer. It's hot outside. There are two small windows. There are 13 students. Our teacher is oblivious. We're cracking.

There is really no point for us to sit through this in my opinion. We don't learn anything. We don't even pay attention. We are only thrust further and further into sleep debt. The 5-15 minute videos that we watch several of each day are a godsend. Movies = sleep.

Our exam is tomorrow. 50 multiple choice questions, apparently very easy. Our teacher, Bob (Yes, Bob.) told us that the questions would only be based on whatever text was in red on the PowerPoints, or, as he refers to them, modules. So far, we've taken down MAYBE 15 things that were in red. Make sense to you? Thought not. Because it surely seems pointless to me.

We draw. We text. We listen to our iPods. But most often, we sit and do ABSOLUTELY NOTHING. Bob makes us read the slides in the modules, so we're forced to stay awake.

Lunch is half an hour long. Or...well...it's supposed to be. Today it was an hour long. Bob says he was trying to get a new car for another branch of the school. Our thoughts -- Bob was smoking. He does this. A lot. I think that's why there are so many movies in the modules...see there I go. I meant PowerPoints.

We get occasional 10 minute breaks, during which we all run across the street to the convenience store. Why? AC.

This post is pointless...

Bob also has a habit of saying "mkay?" after every sentence. It's quite entertaining to monitor his use of this phrase. Once you realize it, it's all you hear.

I really don't know what else to write...

Can I be done now?

Sorry for wasting your time.

But hey, what else would you be doing right now if you had the time to read this?

Take the Noose Off Your Ambition

When deciding what to name this blog, I took votes, asked advice, and rifled through tons of saved quotes and jokes. It was a tough decision. I felt that the titles I considered deserved SOME recognition, and others I promised to incorporate somehow. So here are some titles that just didn't cut it:

Take the Noose Off Your Ambition
A quote from one of my favorite songs, "Throw Away Your Television" by the Red Hot Chili Peppers, I felt that this quote was a good candidate. It came in a close second. I promised that it would be used somehow, and it will be used more than once in my posts at random times, but for now, it's simply the title of this post. The title I actually chose (For those of you too lazy to look up or don't realize that my title is, what, 5 inches from where you're staring right now? Yeah, it's Reinventing Intuition, but I'm sure you already knew that) is also from this song, minus the fact that the true lyric is "Reinvent Your Intuition." However, I felt that commanding you to do so was inappropriate on my part. So I held back.

All For One and One For All
I don't know why I liked this...in hindsight, it was stupid to consider, so I won't go into detail on this one. I'll take this opportunity to say that most explanations won't be as drawn out as the one above. I apologize for the inconvenience.

Crawling To The Moon
From the lyric, "I'll make it to the moon if I have to crawl," from the Red Hot Chili Peppers' song "Scar Tissue." I've always liked this quote. That is all.

Which Way's Up?
Ok this one actually has a purpose. The other night I had this dream. I don't recall what it was about...but nonetheless I DO remember the last quote spoken by I character I didn't recognize. He said, "Sometimes I think to myself, and I realize, maybe I don't know which way is up anymore. Maybe up is just where I'd like it to be, and wherever I go I'm moving up in my own personal opinion..." Or something to that effect...

There were a few others that crossed my mind, but I don't remember them and neglected to document them in any way. Sorry. This is all you get for today.

Here We Go

So having recently been introduced to the world of blogging through the rather clever and creative blogs of two friends, I came to this conclusion on the reason why I should, myself, post a blog: why the hell not?

There's not much you need to know about me except for that I am, first and foremost, a musician. Or...well...I am first and foremost a human...but I feel that if The Killers can question the existence of humanity and instead suggest that we are dancers, why can't I suggest that I am a musician? Seeing the logic here? I hope so.

You also must know that I am not a wonderful speller. Any typos that show up here aren't here because I'm "stupid," I'm just a little...lazy when it comes to spell checker.

Anyway. I like to think that I'm different. I try not to conform and I basically always have my head in the clouds. I like to tell myself I'm not your typical girl. However, try as I may to be different, somehow everything I do becomes normal. As I am crunched for time this morning, we won't go into detail about these things. I will save that for another date.

So basically I'm a fun loving musician who doesn't really care much about what others think about me. Unless you're a musician too. Then I care. Very much so. But really I just like to chill. I love my friends to pieces, I'm obsessed with the Red Hot Chili Peppers, I play ice hockey, and I act (Or...well...I'm starting to anyway).

And there you have it. Just a girl looking for an outlet. Just an ordinary girl. I think...I'll get back to you when I know for sure...