Banned

I am banned. From what?
No, not the internet. No, not my phone.
Books.
Yes, books.
Your friend Annasophie has gotten herself banned from reading.
Why?
Because I read on Friday when we had no school.
And I didn't practice violin first thing in the morning. No one told me to, so how would I have known to immediately, at, like, 7 in the morning go down and get me violin out?
So, yes. This is my punishment.
No books.

Watch Your Heads, There May be a Humongous Virtual Block Coming Down...

Let's say this fast and straight forward-
The seventh graders in art ANNOY ME!!!!
Okay, I hear this daily-

1. I'M SO CONFUZED! CAN YOU HELP ME????????? (Task? Tape two pieces of carboard together.)
2. I CAN'T DRAW!!!!!!! Oh, yours looks good... (I know, and I know.)
3. What are you doing?? (You'll see. I actually have a strategy, unlike you guys who just go for it and FAIL. This actually kinda works, you should try it sometimes.)

And on and on and on.

-------------------RAWR!!!!!!-----------------------

Caution: Massive Loads of Frustration Ahead!

*sigh* Today was not a good day.
Okay, so when I get to school, Deer looks at my shirt curiously. And guess what? I'm wearing a random t-shirt. (From my church.) So it's this big mixture of panic, disbelief, and hilarity. Mostly hilarity. I'm just there for about three minutes before the bell, trudging around, saying, "I can not believe this is happening!" while laughing and asking people if they had another polo, while they say, "Uh, no...-" and then realize what I'm saying as their eyes grow huge.
Morg-in- "I think I might have something."
Hale- "I don't think it'll fit..." *giggles*
Me- *zips up jacket quickly*
The bell rings and we go in. And guess what Morg-in has? A tiny BCS Athletics sweatwhirt. And NOW Hale says, "Yeah, I don't think it'll fit..."
While I'm searching through my 'extra clothes' bag. Which has come in handy, not for the first time. And behold- I find a green polo! Which I got at a uniform resale from Nikki!

That ends well. This one doesn't.

I did really, really bad on my band playing test. I think Laura did better than me. Which is bad. Cause she's pretty bad on a regular basis. I have not idea HOW I messed up so much. And what I don't like about Mr. Pollard is that he sets standards to low for others but so high for me. So you could play HORRIBLY on a regular basis and do bad on a playing test, and get a 97 or whatever. Whereas, you could also play well on a regular basis and do okay on a playing test and still get a 97.
Effort shouldn't be the whole grade.
Impression shouldn't be the whole grade.
Sure, they can be part of the grade, but it at least has to sound recognizable, not like a blur of notes.
Anyway, I'm really upset with myself right now...

Here's the 'frustration' that the title's referring to=
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(I had to stop shortly because-

1. My computer started beeping somewhere inbetween those 'dddddd's .
2. Therefore, I had to type slowly.
3. Meaning it's no fun.

So bye.)

Next Performance

Saturday's performance was worse. Well, I did worse. I didn't do bad, but I just didn't feel the energy that I did on my first one. It seemed like all my first lines had the same tone. Maybe it was just the confidence. Actors tend to build confidence on the first show and kind of blow off the second one. I was trying not to, but... I guess it's just kinda unavoidable unless you're a professional.
Anyway, when the audience was coming in, Ty, Kayl, Nattles, and I were behind the stage left built-up curtains. And I guess we were somewhat nervous (which I don't actually get, but it was probably just the whole knowing that our show was coming up) so everything was funny, and we were all cracking up at Kayl's built in... behind under her skirt. (Why would they ever create that in a costume?? Seriously!) And Ty was making hilarious comments, and Nattles gave him very long hugs (there's definately something going on there) and when Ty fell and rolled on the ground, laughing, he messed up his fake mustache. So Nattles got all over him and was trying to fix it. (Something there, too, don't ya think?) And her mother was watching. Haha!
So the show started. Ty, Kayl, Nattles, and I were still recovering from excessive laughter, so we had a hard time calming down. But we did.
When it was time, Nattles and I (plus the numbers) walked in on stage. In the dark. Awesome!
And it was over.
We watched the audience bore out on the other people's play. Cause you can't understand their accents. I said that they have no hope at TCSIT with that play, but Deer said that I was just being pessimistic. How would she know.
And guess what? Our class isn't going to PSIA. Seriously? All this hard work goes into two average performances, and no competition? We have a good chance, but we won't be able to see how we rank? Apparently we have one person too many (just cut out one of our extras) and five minutes too long. (Cut out the Guinneapig's speeches. They're boring.) I don't think she's really telling us why, though...
Strike went pretty fast. Meaning putting up everything. Kinda. It lasted until about 9:20.
Then came IHOP. Disastrous. Yes, we had the back room. But there was this one table that was so loud and obnoxious and yelling... *sigh* They even went to far as to pouring salt and syrup into someone's Dr. Pepper, then a lot of boys got attention by drinking it.
Nikki even left an apology note. I'm pretty ashamed of Brentwood.
But I guess it's like that every year.
And I will say bye now.

Opening Night!

Okay, opening night was... exciting.
Behind the black curtains, we watched all the peopleses come in... I saw you, Sam! :)
Our play went okay. The Guinneapig was the only one who messed up, and he messed up pretty obviously.
I don't even notice the audience. It's no different.
Oh, by the way, Deer asked for me (I didn't tell her to, it was her idea) to just be writing really concentrated on my notebook, completely not noticing the little Hollingsworth kid. Yay! So I don't have to do that anymore.
Anyway, I don't have much else to say.
We're going to perform again today.
Okay, no one even told Mrs. Nest about the whole IHOP tradition. So she was all clueless, like, "Well, it's a free country, you can eat wherever you want to..."
But she's teaching a Bible class the next morning, so she's not going.
I'm not even sure if anyone will. I want to, but I probably won't eat anything... At, like, 11:30 at night...

Technical?? ...

Today we had a 'Technical Rehearsal.'
Where we use mics and lights.
And we had no mics or lights.
So much for technicality.

But tomorrow is Thursday and we get to perform a little snippet of our play during chapel.
The part with my funniest line.
YAY!!!!!!!
I AM SO EXCITED!!!!!!!!!!!
And you all have to watch it. Except for Jestar, who needs to come see it Friday or Saturday.
YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

DRAMA!!!!!!

JESTAR. YOU NEED TO COME TO SEE OUR PLAY.
Today we got our microphones and I suffered terrible embarrassment.
When Pat, Chris, and I (character names used here) had to sing along with the rest of the class, Chris mumbles cause he doesn't like singing either and Pat's mic was off. And the rest of the class has no mic. So I was the only one with a microphone, singing. BIG. MISTAKE.
It. Was. TERRIBLE! I'm just not a singing person, so as soon as I heard practically only myself singing, I stopped. Stopped. I lip-synced the rest. *shudder*
SO EMBARRASSING!!!
But something worse happened to Allie (character name, again) and Tiara, her, and I were laughing soooo hard in the bathroom about it, but when we came out, still laughing, everyone was huddled in a circle, praying.
It was horrible. I pretended to cough (I do that when I'm embarrassed by being loud) and when we were done praying I went over to Kayle and asked if we were loud. And she said yes.
"Very, very loud?"
"Yep."
"Seriously??"
"Yeah."
"Oh, no... Like really clearly loud?"
"Uh-huh."
Ohhhhhhh......... ;( (Hiding forever into corner)
Anyway, the worst part is when we all have to go all, "Aww! It's EVAN!!!!!!" over the little Hollingsworth kid. No. Okay for the seventh graders, but I'm the only eighth grade girl that has to do that. NO. UGH!!!!!
Sorry. Bye.

Awkward Class

Mr. Paytoll REALLY knows how to make class awkward.
He started asking random questions like, "Yara, what's your favorite color?" "Kenz, what's your favorite food?"
Then he said, "Now ya'll be truthful with this question. And your answer doesn't need to mean anything. Who's the cutest guy in the eighth grade?"
And I don't have an answer for this, but a lot of people turned red. And Raye immediately shouted, "MCGUINNEAPIG!!!!!" Other answers from other people were: Tom (ugh!), 'Benny-Boo', Jake P. (Mr. Paytoll took credit for that comment), and Zak.
Then he asked, "Who's the cutest guy in the whole school?"
Madi-lyn, along with other people shout, "Brett With-him!"
No.
NO.
*shudder*
ugh.
My preacher's son.
Big surprise there.
Other answers: Cero (I think that's what it was) and... Hollinger (??).

So just about everyone left the class blushing and red-faced.

And guess what.
He asked the boys today.
Answers for eighth grade: Madi-lyn and Becca. (I don't know...)
Whole school: Britt-John and Jenny-Quinny.

I don't like these questions very much.
Now everyone will probably all be avoiding Mr. Paytoll...

Drama!

FINALLY Nattles is memorizing her lines. And she's the main character.
Anyway, we had rehearsal today (and I picked out my costume) and Nattles and I added new blocking to the beginning.
I'm starting off sitting on my desk with my legs crossed on her desk and I'll be pretending to text. So when she gets upset/annoyed at me with the line "It's easy for you, maybe" she'll shove my legs off her desk.
Then before I say, "Stop it. It's too late to study now," while she's looking at her book, I'll kind of slide the book off her right hand and slam it on her left. But she makes a hilariously painful expression I can't stop laughing.

Random Post

Um... I just made a cake...
Nathan's playing at his band concert with his bib... (basically it's a piece of cloth that looks like a nice shirt when you put a formal coat thingy over it.)
And... I am going to visit Jestar and Skandar's blogs now.

TCSIT

Globe Room. GGGGGGGGGLOBE ROOOOOOOOOMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!!!

It's amazing in person. I won't even explain. You're just filled with this... Feeling you get no where else.

Sam, I will show you this at TCSIT. *glares at Skandar*

Um... Jestar? Hello??

Jestar? Post, maybe?

Performance

So there was this performance celebrating the Chinese New Year (it's the year of the rabbit) and it. was. hectic.

First I had to sit in this room full of elderly Asians who just were sitting in their fold-up chairs, all facing forward, and eating. And staring at me. It got very uncomfortable, so I was glad when the little performance started. I had to, once again, to up to the front to motion the movements to my little minions, and they did pretty well. :) But that little tiny performance was only three dances, all little classes.

So then came the bigger performance, first half. Carebear, the other assistant, and I sat at the front again and motioned the movements to the minions again. Some did well, others...

The lion dancer team is getting worse every year. I think they lost their good people, cause they're just a group from the university.

The second half, where I performed in, started after the lion dance that seemed to last FOREVER.

My class completely failed on the dance we have red ribbons on. Argh.

And at the beginning of the second dance, my shoe gave out on me. Like the whole top part un-sewed itself. At the beginning.

Then came the yoyo. I am not even going to try to explain how the rest of the troop has no sense in performance at all. I mean, they didn't even get off on the right side of the stage. So every, except for me, was all clumped in the far right corner of the stage when they weren't 'on,' and they just were standing there, talking. Um?? And when they messed up they didn't get off like they were supposed to, but kept trying/failing and at the end we ran out of music. Wow.

I don't like our yoyo troop. Supposedly I'm grouped at the bottom, with Miss Shell. Who is nine years old.

But I'm the only one that practices during class. All the other people sit down and group around an iPhone or whatever. With what's in me, I could be one of the best, but I'm always overlooked and my teacher doesn't even know any more tricks than I do. Meaning I have to make up my own. My solo is something I made up. Well, I smashed two tricks together smoothly, but I guess that counts.

Anyway. What do I get? A Chinese red envelope with my least favorite flavor dum-dum, some cheap candy called, "Sassy Tarts" and two tickets. Two. Tickets. You can get two for one dollar. Even a tiny cookie costs four. *sigh*

Not a good day. NOT. A good day.

Postponed

The musical yesterday was postponed to Monday, which is the exact time I have orchestra. And it just so happens that this Monday is the chair test, which determines where you sit. If nothing works out, I have two choices- let the crew of the musical down and not go, or get last chair in the orchestra. *sigh*
At least we're having a performance today.

SNOW!!!!!!!!!!!

SNOW TODAY!!!!!!! YIPPEE!!!!!!!!
School called us at, like, 5:00 in the morning. I was so happy I didn't have to get up, cause I'm losing sleep due to musical practices lasting until 9:30.
So I slept in until 8:17 or so. And I looked out the window, and it was white-- except for the many blank grass spots.
Anyway, being the Texan I am, got all excited over it and woke Ch1k3n up. I said, "It's snowing!" and pulled open the curtains. And the front yard was nearly unrecognizable. I mean, it was like the pictures of a neighborhood on a Christmas card, minus the fireplaces by the window. His jaw dropped, then he playfully dropped, as if he fainted. Then he starting being all happy about the snow (I'm getting a little creeped out at this point) and he goes, "YOU WANT TO PLAY IN THE SNOW?!?!?!? no, wait, I'm still tired. Wait until I get up."
Right when I leave the hallway he's already up. So much for waiting.
But, then, as it often is with people his age, the excitement wore off as easily as it had come.
He took, like, only ten pictures outside then settled in front of the computer. And stayed there.
While my mom took me to the little frisbee-throwing place behind the park where there's a lot of hills.
There was so many dogs and people using all kinds of stuff to sled (including boogie boards, a wooden sled, and you'll laugh at this-- a laundry basket).
We had one of those sledding disks. It. Was. Fun. I won't even go through the details, cause experiences can't be read about, they can only be lived.
I even got my mom to sled! (Sam, can you imagine that?) She was half-screaming the whole way, although it was probably not even ten yards across. But it was fun and she went twice.
We trudged the way uphill back home...
And now we will begin to enjoy the "drink hot chocolate" part of a snow day.

Hopefully.

Musical Results

Last night was opening night, and it went AMAZING except for-

• The many mistakes I made
• One character didn't know his song (Yes, it was pitiful. But in my opinion he was one of the best actors.)
• When the Baker left the cow and runs up the ramp like he was supposed to, the cow fell over. Which isn't supposed to happen. I don't know how he fixed it... But the orchestra was laughing silently.

Anyway, it was a pretty amazing show. It took about three hours. I got to bed at 11:45.

AND now, here we go again, to do it all over tonight. (Unless they cancel it because of the weather.)

Little amusing snippit- Ch1k3n stayed up until about 11:30 last night doing homework. And school was cancelled today. *clapclap*

Skandar's Blog

First, someone tell me when Skandar posts cause I just about explode when I see the 'epic fail' hands EVERY TIME I LOOK AT THE BLOG.
And is it just me, or is the picture glaring at you a little creepy? I mean, it's a really, really good picture, but quite... sudden.