transitions

I don't have much to say about today because I'm so tired, and nothing really happened. I did finish my shamrock boxers in costuming class today, but we couldn't take them home yet, so I don't have a picture. I stayed late again after school, so I'm running on empty. To make this blog more entertaining, I'm going to post an essay I just wrote for my english class. We were supposed to write a personal narrative, about the transitions going from high school to college. Here's mine:

The Final Bow

Applause, Applause, a flash of a camera, a quick bow, then we head out the doors. The rustle of costumes, the crowds of people, the sudden wave of tears. We knew this time would come, but we didn’t think so soon. “Congratulations, well done, you did such a good job.” We hear these words, but we don’t hold on to them. We’re clinging to each other, afraid to let go, knowing that this is our last show. Eighteen of us seniors from the troupe are leaving, and my theatre teacher is a mess. We were her favorite class, and she was our favorite teacher. More tears, more hugging, more trying to freeze this moment in time. The lights are off, the curtains are closed, the costumes are all hung up, and now it’s time for us to put away the characters and step off the stage, into the real world.
Flashback to freshman year: A shy, nervous girl stands hidden behind a brick pillar, waiting in a small group of kids. She’s waiting for the teacher to arrive and open the doors to a place the girl will soon call home. She’s scared out of her mind. She does not know any one in the class; she does not know any one at this school. She came from a private school, where she spent eleven years of her life. She did not know what to expect. She did not know that the majority of the kids around her will start to become her best friends, her family. That girl was me. What I expected, was not what I got. What I got was so much more. When the teacher finally arrived and we all filed into the lobby of the theatre, I immediately became relaxed. I was still scared, because I was a very anti-social person before I reached high school, but the feeling was like being home after a long day. At first, I did not take the class too seriously. I knew it was going to be an interesting, fun class, full of weird kids who were way too hyper, but it became so much more than that. Sure, it was full of weird kids who were way too hyper, but I would not have wanted it any other way. In no amount of time at all, I was breaking out of my shy shell, and fitting right in with the hyper kids, and some times, even out-weirding them. I knew this is where I belonged, who I belonged with, and where I wanted to stay. Soon enough, theatre literally became my entire life.
I did all I could to get involved in theatre, because I did not want to miss a thing. I joined the Thespian club, was initiated into being an official Thespian, stayed after school many hours to help in any way possible, and by the end of my sophomore year I was elected to be an officer of the club for my junior year. Theatre started becoming the reason why I was so motivated to get up in the mornings. When I saw that I have put sweat, blood, and tears into that theatre, I am not over exaggerating. My after school hours for four years were spent devoted to the theatre whether it was painting sets, building sets, rehearsing, cleaning, and even some sleeping. I loved the people, the teacher, the atmosphere, the rehearsals, the set designing, the memories, everything. It was a small black box, but to so many of us, that black box was home.
The people I met because of theatre have changed my life forever. Most people lose touch with people the knew in high school once they reach college, but I know for my group of friends, that will never happen. Sure, we’ll grow up, and we get busy, but we’re a family, and no matter what, families are always connected. I do not know if I would have been able to make it through high school as well as I did without them. When my days were bad, I could always rely on walking into that theatre, and my mood suddenly lifting. Most people view theatre kids as weird, crazy, hyper, nerdy people, and you know what, they’re absolutely right. But that’s what I loved about them. I fit in so well, and I would never change any single one of them. Even though we’re all separated throughout different colleges, I know that if I needed them, they would be right by my side.
Flash forward to the present: A confident, yet slightly nervous girl enters a classroom on her first day of college. The class? Intro to theatre. She’s a theatre major, because high school theatre made her realize her dream of being on Broadway. She sits in a classroom full of people she does not know. It’s like entering high school all over again. Know one she knows goes to the college she is attending. The teacher arrives, and immediately starts his lecture. He cracks a joke, the terrible silence in the room is filled with anxious giggles. She’s more comfortable; she already likes the teacher. Though her old theatre friends are not here, she knows she will meet new ones. She relaxes, and feels at home once more. That girl is me.
Applause, Applause, a flash of a camera, a quick bow, then we head out the doors. The rustle of costumes, the crowds of people, the sudden wave of tears. The time came, but it was all too soon. “Congratulations, well done, you did such a good job.” We remember these words, and hold onto them. We will always cling to each other, but we know that was our last show. The lights are off, the curtains are closed, the costumes are all hung up, it’s time to grow up, but we will never let these memories or each other go.

Roman orgies?

Oh man, today was weird. My philosophy teacher told us that back in ancient Rome, they used to throw these huge parties, gorge themselves on food enough to make them throw up, and then throw up on each other....while having sex. Isn't that disgusting?! *shudders*
My teacher says weird things.

I had a loonnggg day at school today; stayed from 8 a.m. to 3p.m. I only stay at school until noon time, so I was dying because around 1-3 ish I take my naps. xD But no naps today! I stayed after school in the theatre costuming department to help finish the masks we're making for The Frogs, which opens next week. The masks look totally awesome and I had fun making them. We have to have a total of ten "lab" hours for my costuming class by the end of the semester, which means that we have to come on our own time and pitch in in the costume shop and stuff. I knocked out two already by staying after school, and I'm staying again tomorrow.
I really can't think straight because I'm so tired, so I'll see ya tomorrow.

The hotness bar is still rising

Is California the only place that continues to be hot while everywhere else is in autumn mode??? 102 today, honestly!
Today was a simple day, and I made it to school early! That rarely happens. Let's see if I can actually make it to my class on time tomorrow morning, where I have to wake up at 5:45 in order to get ready on time to leave on time. Blegh. But I'm turning in early. I'm trying to set my bed time for just a little bit earlier, because my sleeping schedule is seriously ridiculous. I'm always tired, I don't know if this new sleeping schedule will help me, because I've always had a really bad case of insomnia. Some days I just lay in bed until my alarm goes of because I can never sleep, but I'm going to try, which means no more naps after school. *cries* I usually just come home from school, eat something, then take a nap. xD I'm just worried that no matter what I do, I'll still have a hard time sleeping. Maybe I should take sleeping pills or something, hah.
Nothing much happened today (like usual... my life is exciting, isn't it? haha). We did this cool thing in my costuming class though. My school's theatre department is putting on a play called The Frogs, and I don't really know what it's about, but I know it has something to do with frogs and the Greek gods. It's a satire, so it's funny, I just have no idea what it's about. xD We open next week. My costuming teacher brought in this professional costuming lady who specializes in hats, masks, weaponry, and stuff, to make the masks for the actors who are playing the frogs. They had already plaster-casted the people's faces, all they had to do was make all the prosthetic things like the nose. Well, since we're opening next week, the lady needed a lot of help, so each of us in the class (there's only like 7 of us) actually got to pick whoever's face we wanted to do, and we got to make the noses. It was so fun. I've made masks before in my high school theatre class, but all we used was just plaster gauze, so sometimes it was really hard to work with. But with these particular masks, I got to work with tons of professional type stuff, so that made me really excited. To make the noses you use this like molding clay/jelly type stuff that never dries. I forget the name of it. Then once you've done your design you paint over about billion layers of latex over it.  I've only done three layers of latex because it takes forever to dry, so after my last class ends tomorrow, I'm going to the costume shop to do some lab hours and finish my mask/nose thing. I like mine, it looks really cool, I'll probably take a picture of it tomorrow.
Other than that, nothing else happened at all. I came home, took a nap, did some homework, watched Glee, which was AMAZING by the way, probably the best episode of the series yet and it made me relive my love for 90s/early 2000s Britney Spears. Now, I am off to bed.

Hey, California, I don't know if you got the memo, but it's autumn now.

ONE HUNDRED AND ONE DEGREES FAHRENHEIT. THAT'S HOW HOT IT WAS TODAY. What is this nonsense?! It's already passed the autumnal season mark, yet this whole week, even on the weekend, it is supposed to be at least 90 or higher. I think I may just die.:[ It needs to be cold already.

Today didn't start off too well. I left at a decent time for school, giving me plenty of time to get there on time, even if there was traffic. Well, the traffic on the freeway was so bad on the way there that I arrived at school like 25 minutes late for class, so I didn't even bother going because the class was almost over. The traffic was so bad that some idiot behind me almost hit me, and then I almost hit a person in front of me because they kept suddenly stopping for no reason. I wish I could just apparate.

So, I had nothing to do for like 4 hours, so I drove to Starbucks and got me a mocha frappachino with no whipped cream like I always do. Well, the lady decided to hand my drink to me with whipped cream on it. I asked her nicely if she could scrape it off because I asked for no whipped cream, and she looked at me like I was a complete bitch. Come on, I said no whipped cream with my order, she repeated no whipped cream back to me, when I got up to the window, she repeated my order once more to me, then I paid her, and she then proceeded to give me a drink with whipped cream on it. I know it's not a big deal at all, but really, am I one of those people that others just don't listen to? So, she took the whipped cream off, and a few minutes later while I was sitting in my car in the school parking lot, I looked at my cup and the label said "Add Whip", then I looked at my receipt and it too said "Add Whip". WHY. Gah. I understand, they're busy, but if you're going to make a small mistake and then I ask you kindly to just take off the whipped cream, which takes two seconds, don't look at me like I'm a horrible person.

By the time it was time for Philosophy class, I was dead tired because I only got 2 hours of sleep last night. :/ The class lightened my mood slightly though, because we watched a snippet of Monty Python and the Quest for the Holy Grail, which I absolutely love. xD My teacher is really funny.

I got home and took a very long 5 hour nap, but it was so hot and uncomfortable in my room.:[ I can hardly sleep in heat, but I had my fan on. I woke up to find a postcard waiting on my nightstand for me from my friend Sonya from New Zealand. I was so happy! I love postcards so much. I'm going to pick out a postcard tomorrow and send one to her. Foreign friends are fun.:D

I did write a song today, which I really really like. I haven't written a song in about 8 months, so this is very important and exciting to me.

I best be off to bed. Even though I took a long nap, I'm still super tired. That's my life. xD
Good night.

Apologies

I've missed like....four days. :/ But to be honest, literally NOTHING in the slightest has happened to report, so they would have been pointless blogs anyway.
My internet has been out for a while because my grandma unplugged the computer from upstairs and we moved it downstairs and then the cable for the internet wasn't working so we had to get our computer guy to come to our house and he finally hooked it up yesterday. So, I had to do a lot of internet stuff on my phone, but it has crappy internet, and this site won't even work on it, so that's why no blogs have happened.
I haven't been in the best of moods lately either, and yesterday I had a huge fight with my grandmother, again, which resulted in me sobbing for hours, wishing that I could just die. But...yeah.
I think that I'm going to skip making posts on weekends, because I always lose track of time. I'll only post on weekends if something exciting happens, which it normally doesn't, because I'm a loser. xD
But I will post every weekday.
Ta for now.

How wonderful life is, now that Glee is back in the world!

Ahhhh, the season 2 premiere of Glee was amazing!!! I'm not going to say anything, because I don't want to spoil anything, but OHMYGOD it was sooo good. Next week's episode is dedicated to Britney Spears, and I'm SO EXCITED.
Okay, enough Glee spazzing.
In costuming today, we learned how to thread a sewing machine and do hand stitching. I was good with the hand stitches because I mend clothing and stuff with stitches all the time, but man, when I had to use the sewing machine, I wanted to throw it against the wall. I'm just rubbish at using it and all my practice stitches turned out awful, even the straight lines. xD I was starting to feel really domesticated, like a woman from the 30's or something, since there is like 10 girls in the class and one guy, and I wasn't liking it. I'm not an extreme feminist, but god knows I'll kick anyone who says my place is in the kitchen or something.
Anyway, I'll probably get used to the sewing machine, but today I hated it.
I finally finished MockingJay last night. There was a lot of sobbing going on. The book was just so tragically ironic in a way, and then just tragic in general. Most of my favourite characters died, and even though I knew in like...the second book in the series, that, if it came down to choosing between Gale and Peeta, I knew Katniss would end up with Peeta in the end, but I was so strongly Team Gale until the very end.... Almost every page turn revealed something unexpected, and I want to give Suzanne Collins the biggest hug in history for making me believe in a series of books again, seeing as I am still very much in post-Potter depression.  If you haven't read them....I'm sorry that I kind of spoiled a tad bit, but you should really read them. They're brilliant books. The Hunger Games, Catching Fire, and MockingJay.
One of my favourite quotes definitely has to be

"...collective thinking is usually short lived. We're fickle, stupid beings with poor memories and a great gift for self-destruction."

Because it's so true. These books are so true to the human character and nature, and shows us at our worst. Will we end up self-destructing ourselves? Though life is not as cruel as it is in the Hunger Games, the books definitely do a fine job showing that we are so capable of turning the world into that. It shows the absolute worst in human nature, but also it's ultimate best. It's true to loss, and it's true to love, and most of all, it makes us believe in the strength deep down in ourselves to fight for our rights.

I think that's all I have to say about today.

OH! My epically epic awesome nerd shirt came today!!!

It's a TARDIS and a DeLorean!! (Doctor Who and Back to the Future) I love it so much because A) They're both time machines, and B) They are both operated by men who call themselves "Doctor". :] 

Good night, have a good Wednesday.

Yesterday was not my fault!!!

So, I missed my blog for the first time completely yesterday. :[ My grandma thought it would be cool to unplug the computer setup in it's entirety yesterday, so we could move it downstairs, only to find that there was now open cable plug-ins to hook it back up to. -_- So yesterday = no internet. My phone connects to the internet, but not very well, and I tried to access this site, but it wouldn't let me sign in. I want an iPhone so bad. :[ Nothing exciting happened yesterday anyway, all I did was wash my car, and lounge around a lot, reading. So, it's not like anything was missed, but still, I made a commitment to myself, and I want to see if I can go the entire year doing this without missing it. On my own terms, I mean, like forgetting or something, yesterday was not my doing. I'm all well and connected again today though.

Not much happened today either. I had the worst night's sleep last night and I kept having these really weird dreams that would wake me up. I hate that I can not remember them in the slightest though, whenever I wake up, all I know is that they were super weird. That always happens to me. I never remember my dreams. When I do, it's the really bad ones that I really remember. I don't have bad dreams that often though. I have a dreamcatcher, and I believe in it's ability. :]

After my way-too-early theatre class this morning, I decided instead of sitting in my car alone for 2 hours like a loner waiting for my next class to start, I would venture off into Turlock (the town where my college is located) and find a Starbucks or something, because I was dying for some caffeine in my system. I found one in a less amount of time than I expected to, even though I don't know why, because in California, there is a Starbucks on every corner. xD The line was gigantic, and I thought, 'sheesh, Turlock sure does drink a lot of coffee', but my soy mocha frappachino with no nasty whip cream was so worth the wait. I haven't had one in forever. I went back to school and found a parking spot before they all got taken, and sat in my car, alone, for an hour and a half, like a loner...xD I did read a lot of MockingJay though, which I haven't been able to read a lot recently because I've had to read Plato for my Philosophy class, but I'm a few chapters away from being finished with MockingJay. It's sooooo good.
Then I had my Philosophy class, and my teacher cursed a lot. xD I'm not used to teachers cursing in front of students, because, of course, in high school, it was frowned upon, even though in the confinements of my awesome AP English II class, Mr. Edom would let one slip from time to time. Even my theatre teacher, Mrs. Taser, would get angry and use a profanity, but usually just in front of her independent study students like me. But my Philosophy teacher uses stuff like bullshit and etc. in his everyday lectures, and today he even said fucking twice. I don't have a problem with it, I think he's zany and hilarious, I'm just getting used to teachers doing whatever they want. xD
It's almost midnight, so I'm going to post this now.
Tomorrow is Peace Day, so spread the love! <3

I gotta pocket gotta pocketful of sunshine!

I don't like that song...what? psh.....
*dances around room to that song*
haha, I saw Easy A today, so that's what inspired the title. xD Yesterday was my best friend Katie's 18th birthday, so she came home for the weekend. She goes to Berkeley, which is about an hour or so away. Well, I got to spend today with her, which I was really excited about because I miss her more than I can possibly explain, and we went to see Easy A. It was so good, I give it 5/5 stars. Emma Stone was brilliant, witty, sarcastic, and hilarious, as was the rest of the movie. It had a lot literary references that Katie and I laughed so hard about because we understood them because we're huge literature nerds. I think we laughed the most, hardest, and loudest out of any one in the theatre. There were also some really great cameo/references of some of my favourite John Hughes 80's movies. The movie was actually a pretty good tribute to them haha. There was a Ferris Bueller reference when she's singing Pocketful of Sunshine in the shower and soaping her hair up, references to Sixteen Candles, The Breakfast Club, etc, and even John Cusack's famous holding up a radio outside the girl's window from Cameron Cowe's  Say Anything. It was really a good movie, I recommend it. :]
I am off to bed now, because I am sleepy.

Incest relationships

Nothing happened today except for me watching Doctor Who and Torchwood reruns, so I have a really hilarious story to tell.
My cousin Torie has recently started dating this guy named Brandon. I'm actually quite surprised she has stayed with him this long because she goes through guys like they're nothing. Well, today when she came home, and I was outside and I had walked in, and she and my grandma were like freaking out, yelling thinks like "OH MY GOD" "NO WAY" and "I KNEW IT", and laughing hysterically. I had no flipping idea what was going on so I was kind of like o.O uhmmmm??? Then, my grandma goes, "TORIE IS RELATED TO BRANDON!" And I just died.  Leave it up to Torie to find the person who is related to her and date him. xD He's not like, closely related in the slightest, only through marriage, so it wasn't really a big deal, but Torie is the queen of over-reacting, so my grandma and I gave her such hell for it. My grandma tried to explain the link to us and it goes something like Her sister married this guy, they had kids, then the kids married, had kids, his dad is one of the kids or something like that. He's not closely related at all, but I just think it's so funny. xD Only in my small hick town... Only here. xD
Torie even considered breaking up with the guy, and my grandma and I were like oh my god, honestly, it's not that big of a deal, some people marry their second cousins, even their firsts, so this is nothing.
She's still dating him, they're going up to Yosemite this weekend, so she must not care too much about it. xD

My life is an extremely boring subject.

I honestly hate having nothing to talk about when I do these blogs. Nothing eventful happens in my life, ever, so I'm stuck writing about my boring life everyday, and that's not much of a blog. But I promised to write everyday, so, sometimes my creativeness runs out. I wish exciting things would happen in my life, so it would make for a great story. I guess I could write about different things, you know, issues or important things, but sometimes I just don't have much on my mind, and if I do, it's probably when I'm angry or mad, and I don't want all of my blogs to be rants, I'd just seem like a manic depressive. So, maybe I'll start talking about issues that compel me or I feel strongly about.

Right now, nothing comes to mind, so I'll go on telling you about my very uneventful day. Oh, wait, something did happen this morning that was pretty hilarious. I was driving on the freeway, on my way to school, and the Mighty Morphing Power Rangers theme song came on my iPod and, of course, I totally had to rock out to it. Well, I hadn't really noticed the car next to me, but it was an elderly man, and he was looking at me like o.O I tend to get those looks quite often.... I'm a weird person. Other than that, no other hilarity ensued today.

We presented our costume ideas today, and actually got to dress up our partner. My partner, or course with my luck, was not here, so Same became my partner again, because her partner was a guy named Rex, and well, she designed a dress and he wasn't thrilled about getting in one. xD So, we got Rex a guy partner from another theatre class. Sami's era was the 1930's, and was like glamour movie star/red carpet oscar inspiration, so she put me in this slinky red dress, with-thank god- a faux fur shawl. I told her I wouldn't wear it if it were real. I was not thrilled about wearing that dress because well, I'm not skinny, so I was pretty uncomfortable being put on stage as a model in something that didn't fit me right. But, I digress.

I put Sami in a lovely skirt with the big bustle and a high-necked, half-lace shirt, corset underneath included. Bless her, the poor thing was sick and I had to put her in a corset and a tight fitting, high-waisted skirt, but she suffered through for me. She looked fantastic as well, and I luckily found the shirt and skirt in colour schemes that matched my original sketches. I even included lace gloves and a lace parasol. She totally worked the look, and the "pidgeon-shaped" silhouette that was popular in the 1890s was shown very well through my choice of clothes. She looked very classy and very 1890s, which was perfect for my character that I made. :]

Okay, well, I'm going to stop boring you with my costume design class and watch some Doctor Who re-runs I have recorded on my DVR, then go to bed because it's 12:34 a.m. and I didn't have a nap today. 

Hey, it's 1 2 3 4! :D

oy, good night.

Preliminary Sketches

All of my time today has been taken up by doing my preliminary sketches for my costuming class. So much painting has happened. I'm so bloody tired it's ridiculous. But, I am actually so proud of my pieces! Our assignment was to design period pieces, and I was watching The Importance of Being Earnest the other day, and I really loved their clothes, so I got my inspiration from that time period, the 1890s. We only had to make one outfit, but I really liked the male clothing as well, so I designed a couple's piece. :] I turned out rather well, and I'm fairly proud of them. :D

I designed a jacket for the female, so I also made a sketch of her without the jacket:

And here's the male piece:

These aren't the final renderings, but I'm happy about them. Yeah, I'm not the best artist in the world, at all, but the fact that I was capable of these astounds me. I like designing clothes; it's fun.

Nothing much has happened today. Just had to wake up early (Mondays and Wednesdays are not my friends), tried not to sleep through intro to theatre, and was given a paper and oral report topic for my philosophy class. blegh. :/ The way my teacher is telling us to write papers(for philosophy) is so weird. I don't like it. They're supposed to be straight and to the point type of papers, but I'm a creative writer for crying out loud, and he's basically saying no creativeness or fanciness. Pretty much, he's throwing everything I was ever taught about writing in honors and AP English right out the window. -_- I like philosophy, don't get me wrong, I really like the class, but yeah, the paper is dumb.
Funny thing though, I have a two hour waiting period between my theatre and philosophy classes, so I usually just sit in my car and read whatever book I have and listen to music. But, today, I was so flipping tired, that I just leaned my seat back and I actually fell asleep. xD It was a nice nap.
Now, it's 2:10 a.m. and I have to get up at 7:30 a.m. :[ But today is my last day of school for the week. Yay!
<3

Control

Seventy-two days until I turn 19 years old. Nineteen years old, and I STILL am not in control of my own life. It may be because my grandmother is a psychotic control freak, who may have some type of OCD, I don't know, but for once in my life, I just want it to be MY life. I'm tired of being told what to do and  when to do it, when I already work my ass off and ask for nothing in return except for some downtime on weekends and after school, but I still get nagged at in between then. Once I get enough transfer credits, I'm so out of here. I've been looking into study abroad programs, and the theatre program in the UK is in Hull, and I want to go so bad.
It's like my grandma doesn't get the fact that I'm almost 19. She still treats me like I'm 12. I just want to get out and do my own thing, but I always feel guilty, and obligated to owe my grandma everything.

Though, are we ever really in control of our own life? Do we ever get to live our life for us? When your a kid you get told what to do by grown ups, because what the say goes, no matter what. You're told by teachers and schools when to do homework, what classes you HAVE to take, and how long you have to go to school. Then when you get older, and you get a job, and you have to do what your boss says. You may love what your doing, but even then, are you truly doing it for you? In between that, you maybe get married, have kids, and you have to cater to that. Your life is never truly your own. I know this sounds selfish, but I think everyone gets to deserve to live their life the way they want to live it.

I hate the feeling of loneliness, but god, it feels so good to come home to an empty house. I like the quiet, especially in this house. Sometimes, I wish that when I get home and close the door to my room, that my room just becomes this room of solitary confinement. A place where I can reflect, rest, and do things on my own terms. But, before I can even soak in the downtime, my portal is opened and I have to answer to the needs of the world.

I think everyone should take naps

I cannot survive without naps. For some reason, I've never been able to sleep well at night time, but man, when I get home from school, the first thing I do is take a nap, and it just helps me so much. Even when I don't take a nap, I have a hard time sleeping at night.
Nothing much happened today, just went to school, like usual. I'm always most tired on Mondays and Wednesdays, I don't know why. Tuesdays and Thursdays I'm always pretty hyper. I guess it may be because I like my costuming class so much, which is on T and TH. It's not that I don't like my Intro to Theatre class or my Philosophy class, it's just that I don't like it as much as my costuming haha. I like my intro class, the teacher is hilarious, but I don't really like a lot of the people. Most of the people who sit around me are really annoying.-_-
I wasn't feeling well again today, so when I got back into town, I stopped by Staples to buy black ink, then I got a Jamba Juice to make me feel better, and it did. :] Then when I finally got home, I took the most glorious nap ever. Do you ever have those days when it's only been a few hours, but it feels like absolute FOREVER until you get home? I hate those days. Like, all I want to do is get home because I'm tired and I don't feel good, then you get that extreme relief when you get home and it's just like "finally!" And then sleep ensues. Ah, sleep.<3
Now, I'm just working on the final touches of my "mood board" for costuming, and I really need to actually start my sketch haha. It's already 12....blegh.

Being a Zombie

Yeah, yeah, it's 1 a.m., which means I'm late again.blegh.
I've felt really ill today, again. My immune system is pretty much crap, and I should probably go to the doctor's for check ups and such, but I'm so bloody afraid of the hospital.
Good news though, the swelling in my face has finally gone away, and I can now get a good night's sleep without waking up from the excruciating pain coming from my face. It was the most weirdest experience of my life.

Now, being a Zombie. Do you ever get that feeling where you're just walking through life aimlessly? That you just go through the motions of life? I have felt like that quite a lot lately. I feel like I just do things just because I need to get through them, and not really having any fun while doing so. I've been in such a funk lately, even my grandma noticed when I wasn't really aware that I was walking around looking all sad all the time. It's not that I really feel that sad even. I mean, yeah, I miss a lot of my friends, which comes with the territory of starting your first year of college, but there's really nothing else that's making me so "blah". But, I just feel like I'm only going through the necessary motions of life right now. Wake up. School. Look for a job. Home. Homework. Repeat. Every day. The same thing over and over, it really is. I don't have anyone at school to hang out with, half of my friends have moved away, and the ones that are still stuck in this stupid town like I am, well, we still never see each other. I just feel like a zombie, trudging through life without a distinct purpose. God knows that I definitely do NOT miss high school at all, but I do miss my friends.  I don't want to be a zombie. I'm lonely, so very lonely.
The hair pulling has come back....and it's not from stress this time...it's just from being lonely.

I guess it's just because I'm not very happy with my surroundings. I love California, but I hate this town. I feel like a failure because I only got accepted by one college, and it was my last resort college. I had so many great plans, I was going to get out of here and have such a fun time discovering myself in college, but I'm still the same person, I'm just getting older and getting more lonely. I'm not branching out. For crying out loud, I've been in school for almost a month and I haven't made a single new friend. Luckily, on Tuesdays and Thursdays, I only have one class, so right after I can go home, but on Mondays and Wednesdays, I have a two hour period in between my first and second class, so I either sit in this extremely shaded place, reading, or when it's hot, in my car reading. And I'm not that person. I'm a friendly person, I'm sociable, I like meeting new people, but lately I just can't. Or I feel like I just can't be bothered by it, or it doesn't matter.

Maybe that's good. It's probably best that I don't get too attached to anyone this year and next, because after my two years, I'll have enough transfer credits to either try and transfer to Washington again, or study abroad. I think I've decided to study abroad. The drama study abroad program for the UK is in Hull, and the school looks magnificent. It's three hours away from London, which makes me sad, but hey, it's still in England.

I'm so all over the place. If you've read this and kept up with me, thank you.

Remembrance

that's pretty much all I have to say about today.

Hide and Go Seek Master

Today started off like any other day....you know, the usual nagging of my grandmother at unruly hours of the morning when it's my day off. She was gone most of the day though, so I just went back to bed.
I also finally had some downtime, and the opportunity to finally finish Catching Fire, so now I can read MockingJay, which I've been pining over for the past two weeks or so. The ending of Catching Fire was so shocking and oh man, I'm going to start MockingJay in a few minutes because I'm just so excited for the book. I'm also sorry, team Peeta fans, but I'm team Gale....I was never much for blondes....And I just like Gale, I don't know why. Peeta is sweet and loving, but I just like Gale more. Maybe because I associate with him far too much. Pining for a person that you'll probably never have.... But I don't know, maybe something happens in MockingJay that makes so many people team Peeta fans, and dislike Gale. I'll just have to read.
 
Lately, I've been feeling like I'm in such a clutter. I mean, my brain and thoughts are usually all over the place but recently I have just been in such a funk and everything things just so...disheveled. I can't handle it. So, I've been trying to organise my room to the best that I can, but it's awfully hard when I don't have a desk or a bookshelf or even a chest of drawers for that matter. -_-

I'm going to segway on to my title now, so it makes some sense. I have this really, REALLY, annoying little cousin, who is a complete brat, and I can't stand kids like that. Well, her mom and my grandma were going off to Costco, and my cousin Torie comes running into my room and says, "HIDE!" in a hushed voice, and she hides behind my door. I was very confused, so I played along, laid down on my bed, and covered myself with my duvet. I had no idea that my little cousin was there and that my grandma was looking for me, but a few minutes later my grandma opened my door, with Torie hiding behind it mind you, looks in, says,"Nope, Jordyn's not in here," then leaves. Torie and I had to try so hard not to laugh. Torie then tells me that she heard my grandma say outside,"well, let's see if Jordyn and Torie can watch you" or something like that, and Torie ran for dear life when she was downstairs. xD When we realised that they had left, she and I laughed for about 10 minutes. The simplest places are always the best. <3 hahaha

Tomorrow, well, not sort of today since I was late on this again, is September 11th....Today, in 2010, with all the stupid extremists wanting to burn the Qu'ran, and stop a mosque getting built, and all that nonsense, that we can all still remember the lives lost in 2001, and how the tragedy brought us together during that time. We need to remember it now, especially since it seems that we are getting torn apart.

Now, I will continue watching the Human Nature episode of Doctor Who, which is one of my favourites <3, and read MockingJay.

Honestly, Jordyn, really now?!

I knew I was missing something today. I've been incredibly off today, but I'm not feeling sick anymore, which is good. Today in costuming, my teacher taught us how to do detailed faces and hands, which I'm rubbish at, and my sketches actually turned out fairly well. I was surprised at myself. Of course, they're not even close to being perfect and nice looking, but that's what practice is for. :] We set up our "mood boards" for our historical piece, and picked partners(ergh) to use as our model. We had to use someone different, so I couldn't use Sami, who I know well, and I'm kind of a socially awkward person. But the girl I'm partnered with is very pretty and I think she'll be a good model for my history piece. :] She seemed pretty excited about dressing up in the era I'm doing haha. Gosh, and then the teacher made us do a sketching of our partners face, and oh man, mine is just crap. :/ I'm so so so bad at faces. I have like no sense of symmetry at all. blegh. My faces always turn out cartoon like. Everything I draw turns out cartoon like, or like a child drew it. I hope one day my sketches can have a hint of professionalism and artistic quality.

When I was driving home, I was so incredibly hungry, and I actually had money on me today, so I stopped by Subway to get a veggie sandwich. There was a new girl working, and I know she's new because this Subway is like five minutes away from my house, so I go there quite a few times, so I know the faces of the staff, because there's only like, four people who work there. Well, she was getting all of the stuff ready, like putting on the plastic gloves and everything, so she was still slightly in the back room, but I could still see her. Anyway, I don't know if you remember the band Savage Garden, but I used to LOVE them when I was younger. Their song I Want You came on as I walked in and I got SO excited because I haven't heard their songs in forever, that when I was at the "place your order" counter, I started dancing and mouthing the words to myself, totally forgetting the fact that I was in a public place. No one was in the restaurant though, so I thought I was safe. Wrong. I still thought the girl was in the back, but when I had realised what I was doing, it was already too late, and the new girl was standing at the counter, looking at me sheepishly, sort of doing that uncomfortable laugh that states, "uhmm yeah okay, weirdo...." But as she was toasting my sandwich, I totally caught her mouthing the words as well! So, it was obvious that no one can escape singing Savage Garden when they come on.
The sad thing is, this isn't the first time this had happened to me. I actually tend to do the "slight dancing and singing" routine whenever a song comes on that I like. No matter where it is. Again, I am socially awkward. Could this be the reason of not getting boys to like me? Maybe. I'm a complicated being, and I've heard that I'm intimidating? Who knows; I thought I always came off as nice and bubbly. Boys and I  are a whole different subject on it's own. :/ Let's just say, I'm 18, almost 19, and I've only had one boyfriend, who was one of my best friends at the time, so nothing really changed except for more physical contact like hand holding and slight-kisses, and it was when I was 16. I say "slight-kisses", because we never actually proper kissed kissed, you know? Yes, yes, yes, you can all title me as a loser now. :[ -sigh- It sucks being lonely pretty much every single day of your life, but I'm not going to get into this anymore because I just make my self sad and angry at myself. Yeah, now that that's out of the way and I've spilt my past-relationships/non-relationships to you and completely humiliated myself for some reason I know not of, I am going to sign off now, because I'm tired.

Sick Day

Today, I fell ill and literally spent all day in bed. I felt like I was dying.:[
I got up with my alarm, but I felt so faint, so I went to my grandma, she gave me pills, then I passed out and slept soooo long.
My throat is still killing me. It hurts to talk, and I still am very weak and my whole body hurts. :[
When I finally came around to waking up, I made some tea and Miso soup and those really helped sooth my throat, and actually did make me feel 10 times better.
I stayed home from school because there was no was I was going to be able to last all day and not die.
I already felt like I was dying while at home. :[
Now I'm just drawing some stuff for my costuming class and watching Doctor Who re-runs.
So, not much to report today. I hope I feel better tomorrow. :[

I was totally writing this earlier and then I fell asleep.

ha ha ha. In all seriousness though, I really was writing this blog at around 5 p.m., but then I fell asleep while working on a video I filmed today.
Today was a good day. The weather has been nice, and even right now I'm cuddled in my duvet because I'm too lazy to close the window and it's very windy.
Nothing much happened in costuming today. No making clothes out of huge sheets of fabric or trash bags. :[
We are starting this project though, where we have to choose a period in time and make a "mood board", which shows all the things that encompass your costume concept on a poster board. So like, fabric, pictures, words, stuff like that. The era I chose was the 1890's, because I was watching The Importance of Being Earnest on Monday, and I absolutely love the dresses and clothing style, even in the men. We have to bring up ideas out of pictures we find, but ultimately come up with our very own costume from that era. We only have to do one, but I also loved the men's style, so I'm going to make a couple's outfit. I'm quite excited. I've already started sketches and put like a billion pictures into a folder on my desktop.

Just a lovely period of clothing.

After class, I went home quickly to grab all my filming gear, then went to pick up my friend Ben so we could go to my other friend Sadaf's house to record a song. I think we shot more "bloopers" than we did the actual song. haha. I'm going to make a video just for the bloopers, because they're quite funny. Most of them are making fun of Ben for looking like Taylor Lautner. He leaves for Washington tomorrow, where he's going to college.
 the video is now processed and can be found here. :]

After that, I came home, ate a slice of pizza, started writing this blog, then fell asleep while importing the video from my camera.
I'm still really tired, so I'm off to bed now.
Hopefully I can get a blog in before midnight for tomorrow's blog.
Catch you on the flip side.



oh, P.S., do you ever get that feeling of "Oh my god, what time is it, where am I" feeling when you get woken up suddenly? My grandpa knocked on my door so loudly today when I was taking a nap and it scared the crap out of me, and I woke up, looked at the time, and it said 6:10, and I thought "OH MY GOD, I DIDN'T SET MY ALARM LAST NIGHT AND NANA IS JUST NOW WAKING ME UP AND I NEED TO GET READY REALLY FAST". Then I realised it was P.M., not A.M., and that it was in fact my grandpa being obnoxious, not my nana waking me up telling me I'm late. It was a weird feeling, and it took me a while to clear my brain.

I don't want to go to class tomorrow

UGH. MY FACE IS STILL BLOODY SWOLLEN.
WHAT EVEN.
It still hurts too. It's gone down quite a bit, but still, I don't want to go to school like this!
It's a good thing I only have one class, and there's no cute boys in it....hah.
But, I am filming a video tomorrow with Sadaf and Ben, and it's the only day I can do it because Sadaf got sick this weekend and my face swelled up so we were both like HAH we're not singing for a video no way. Ben leaves for Washington on Wednesday so we HAVE to film the video tomorrow. Blegh.
Today was decently better, but that's because I slept for most of it. ZING. haha. I'm so out of it right now, I don't even know.
I loved having today off, it was nice. I needed it.
Nana and I made pizza and fruit salad for our little labour day "party", that only consisted of me and her, and my grandpa as well. I watched Buffy the Vampire Slayer all day with my grandpa while nana cut the fruit, it was quite hilarious. He actually liked it, but I think my grandpa will watch anything, because things kind of just fly over his head. He's not completely all the way there most of the times. haha. He was a hardcore hippie when he was younger....so, he's kind of paying for it now. I swear, sometimes I think he's three damn years old. xD But I love him, even though he can be obnoxious. He kind of sounds like Ozzy Osbourne when he speaks.
I'm quite tired and I still have to take a shower and find pictures for my costuming assignments tomorrow, and CRAP I HAVE TO DO LAUNDRY STILL. Okay, I'm going now. Have a good day.

Today is just not a good day, I'm going to be honest.

Really, today was just quite shit.
My face is still swollen, though at least it has gone down considerably.
I stayed up for 24+ hours yesterday/this morning, not just because I had nothing better to do, but for a good cause, which was StickAid 2010. When I finally got to bed, I got woken up five hours later. Not really what I thought my victory sleep would be. I went to bed thinking today will be a good day because of all the good things that happened last night, but boy was I wrong. First, my grandma tells me to get dressed, and that we're going somewhere with my grandpa. I told her I didn't want to because I was really tired, my face was still swollen, and I wasn't feeling good, which is all the complete truth. She leaves, and I go back to bed, thinking yayyy more sleep, but no, five minutes later, she comes in, bitching at me to clean about a billion and one things, even though I cleaned everything, and I mean EVERYTHING, the day before(before Stickaid started). Surely, nothing could have gotten incredibly dirty after a day and a half, honestly. So, she and my grandpa leave(thankfully, at least I had the house to myself for most of the day), and I start my Cinderella duties. I honestly would NOT be complaining like a teenaged brat, if it weren't for the fact that there are two other people in this house who are 19 and 20, and do not do a THING around this house. Never. Ever. At all. They inhabit this house, just like I do. They eat in this house, just like I do. They use the bathrooms, the kitchen, the dining room, the loft, the living room, just like I do, but I am the one who is always told to do everything. I'm not even exaggerating, really. Nineteen and twenty year old females and the live like they are 3. I just get so frustrated about the fact that I always seem to have to stay home on the weekends and do my Cinderella duty, while everyone else in the household can go out and be merry and not have to care about anything. God, sometimes I even have to clean up stuff that my grandpa made a mess out of. And my grandparents aren't even old. They are healthy, lively, and most people think they are my actual parents. I just...ugh, I really don't want to sound like a whiney brat, and I know that's probably what I sound like, and you know what, right now, I don't care. I know "life isn't fair", but come on, it would be nice to have a little bit of help around the house. Listen to me! I sound like I'm the one who owns the damn house! I go to school all week and I work my ass off trying to get a good education, and keep up good grades. I go to school early in the mornings, to mid-day. I don't work yet, but I've been desperately looking for a job. When I want to relax and watch t.v., read, play music, draw, or just you know, ACTUALLY get some sleep, which I never do, I get bitched at like I'm a lazy, piece of crap who does absolutely nothing. I'M the one who is the most responsible, I'M the one who is polite, I'M the one who has been acting like an adult far before I reached 18, yet I'M the one who still has to tell my grandma whenever I'm leaving the house. My 19 year old cousin who bums off of living at this house, doesn't have a job, and doesn't really go to school. Like, she's enrolled in this adult school, but all she does is sit at a computer in the class. She never has homework, or papers to write, or what seems like, no reason to even think. She then proceeds to stay out incredibly late with guys, or sometimes doesn't even come home for days. She parties, goes through like, a guy a day, and some how, though she doesn't have a job, she has a constant supply of cigarettes and pot. Bullshit. I know she's 19....but my house isn't a place you can just invade because your dad kicked you out in LA, make it smell like cigarettes, and come and go as you please. This is my home. I've never lived any place else. I don't have much to complain about my 20 year old cousin, because she does go to a community college and work all day, so I give her props for that, but we all live in this house for free, but yet she does nothing to show any thanks to my grandma for letting her live here. She hardly even speaks to anyone in this house, and will only clean "her" room, but nothing else. Then she also goes out and parties and drinks and I just 3q425trduhwrthf;kjt$W%@ I just don't know why people do shit like that. She just lives here because she doesn't want to pay to have a place of her own.
I'm just fed up. I love my grandma, she's done everything for me, but I'm sick of living here if I'm just going to be treated like crap; like I'm the unappreciative one. I miss when the house was just me, my grandma, and my grandpa. Things were quite good, then all this "family drama" came into play.

So, pretty much, today consisted of a lot of cleaning, a lot of grumbling to myself, and much crying. I think the crying was really due to the fact that I was so incredibly tired and delirious from staying up for over 24 hours straight. I was flipping through the channels on the t.v. once I had finished cleaning and giving my dogs baths, and the endings of a stupid Hannah Montana episode was one, and it was families telling their fathers/sons/uncles/mothers who serve/d in the war that they miss them, and I just started streaming tears for merlin's sake. I changed the channel quickly anyway, because Miley Cyrus' voice makes me want to pull a Van Gogh. I found a channel where the movie UP had just started, and it literally took the movie 10 minutes to reduce me into a sobbing mess. Christ, I'm pathetic sometimes.


I'm sorry, if you read this, cheers, if you didn't, I don't blame you, this is more for my own personal venting use, because I had no where else to say anything, or any one to talk to, because my best friend is kind of being an extreme bitch today, but she's sick and she usually gets really obnoxious when she's sick, so I just vented all on here. It gives me a topic for my everyday blog at least, because other wise the entry today would be "slept a lot. it was hot. I'm shite at writing blogs. blah blah blah." So, any one did read this, bless you, and I'm sorry for taking up your time.

Stickaid!!

Hello people who are reading this!
If you have came across this, you really need to know about this incredible thing called STICKAID 2010!!!!  It's an amazing live show charity, raising up money for Unicef. It's hosted by the ever-so lovely Myles Dyer and Charlie McDonnell. Tons of others have helped out as well( mrtinoforever, Lex Croucher, Tom Milsom, Alex Day, Rick C., EddPlant, Cheektv, RH Experience, and many more!)(I didn't feel like linking all...). If you're not so sure what Stickaid is, it's a TWENTY-FOUR HOUR live stream that Myles has arranged. It's best to just check it out! And donate most definitely. I have been tuned in since FOUR A.M. here in California, which is when it started in my time, and I plan on staying the full 24 hours. We still have about 6 hours to go. The starting target of it was 10,000 pounds, and you know what? We reached that goal BEFORE the halfway(12 hour) mark! If that's not commitment to helping children in need, then I don't know what is. Even if most of the people watching are Charlie fan girls and keep asking to see him shirtless... But anyway! Let's keep donating people! Every amount counts.
Here's a little recap if you are not convinced!:
-Well, right now, I think Myles has gone slightly delirious, for he is talking to a bun that he drew a face on. These poor guys have put so much into this show, and you should help in return!
-Also, there have been BEAUTIFUL performances by Sons of Admirals, Rick C., Tom Milsom, Alex Day, EddPlant, Cheeky, a rocking Atreyu cover by Myles, Alex, and Pete, and a heart wrenching performance by a guy named Charlie(not McDonnell), who wrote about our dear Esther Earl.
-Charlie and Myles got a full make-over, with fake eyelashes and everything. That was disturbing...yet interesting at the same time. Myles also BLEACHED HIS HAIR.
-The crew has done the Single Ladies, Time Warp, and YMCA dances.
-There has been wicked hilarious improv by the RH Experience and some of the others, like a "reenactment" of Twilight.
-Tom Milsom coming up with brilliantly hilarious "mood music" on the spot.
-Stickaid AND Myles were Twitter Topics for quite a while.
-Myles smashed eggs with his forehead. Bless him.
And much more!
If you want hilarity, please please please tune in and watch them, and donate! Even 2-3 pounds is enough.
We're at 14,527 right now, and are trying to get to 20,000 in the full 24 hours. Please tune in and spread the word. :]
-Jordyn

Always late, and puffy faces.

Bloody hell, I am awful at paying attention to the time. One minute it's 10 a.m., the next it's 12:40 a.m. the next day. Blah.
Nothing incredibly exciting happened today except that it was the start of my FOUR DAY WEEKEND WOO.
Monday is Labour Day, which means no school, and I have no classes on Fridays, resulting in a four day weekend!
It's still ridiculously hot here, so I spent most of my time downstairs reading or watching Youtube, instead of being upstairs in my room where it feels like I'm roasting in an oven.
I also have been exploring the new iTunes, and it's pretty weird. I'm not a fan of the new icon; I think it's kind of ugly. But I do think Ping is rather cool. I also had a tiny geek out this morning when I saw that Tom Milsom is"following" me on there, and when I proceeded to share my excitement about it on twitter, he replied back to me saying that it was a "first followers privilege!" because I had "followed" him last night. So, that was the extent of my excitement for today, seeing as he's one of my favourite Youtubers. I hope one day, maybe, we can honestly just be friends through means of Youtube, now that I've started making videos, because I would love to have intellectual banter with him. Is that odd? Most girls who know who like his stuff on Youtube and his music usually go like this: "OHEMGEE TOM MILSOM IS SEWWW CUTE! HIS BLUE HAIR, HIS BRITISH ACCENT, IS JUST, OMG, TO DIE FOR. I TOTALLY WANT TO MEET HIM SO I CAN LIKE CREEP ALL OVER HIM AND HAVE HIS BABIES OR SOMETHING!!!!1#$@$%" While all I want to do is have intellectual conversations with him, because I think he's ridiculously intelligent. I hope that happens one day.

Oh, and a lovely*sarcastic* thing happened to me this morning. I woke up sort of feeling a slight pain in my lower right mouth area, like on the side between my cheek and chin. I didn't think anything of it and thought, 'damn, I'm breaking out or something', until I went to the bathroom and glanced in the mirror. That whole portion of my face was swollen and puffy! It still is and I have had ice packs on it all day. It also hurts extremely. I'm thinking maybe it's some type of bug bite, but you can always tell the difference between bug bites and blemishes, and this one, I have no idea what it is, but I do know that it hurts terribly. Hopefully it will go down sometime today. It's really weird. :/

Well, I'm going to try and stay up to 4 a.m. to catch the opening of Charlie McDonnell and Myles Dyer present StickAID 2010,which is a fundraiser type thing for the charity UNICEF. I want to at least catch some of the opening, and then sleep for a little while, then most likely watch some more, because they are hosting TWENTY-FOUR HOURS. Bless those boys. I wouldn't be able to do it. But determined they are to raise money for charity, which I think is amazing, so I'm helping out as much as I can. If anyone happens to read this, you can watch the live show here. It starts 4 a.m. here in California, which is 12 p.m. in the UK, so yeah, set your times according to that.

Costume Designer?

I really enjoy my costuming class. If I was good a drawing, I might just pursue it haha. I'm more of a "work along the way" type of person. Like, I can have all the materials and a visual in my head, then I can just go for it and the outcome comes out fairly well. Today in costuming, we had to make an outfit out of materials that were not fabric. I used black trash bags, tissue paper, and clear duct tape. Poor Sami had to be taped into the darn thing. Bless her for putting up with my outrageous costumes. It actually came out quite well. Very Lady Gaga like haha.

There was a big accident on the other side of the freeway as I was driving to school this morning, and no matter what, if I see the banged up cars, I get this awful, AWFUL feeling in the pit of my stomach. Every time I see an accident, or the ends of an accident. They just freak me out so much. It doesn't even have to be a bad one. I just start feeling so sad, and so awful. It's like this weird sympathy pain type thing, I don't know, but they really freak me out. I just thought I'd share that....
Nothing much happened today except for my costuming class. I grabbed a Jamba Juice when I got back into my town (I got a White Gummi, off the secret menu, and oh my god, it's what heaven tastes like), then I took a nice, long nap, woke up, watched Adventure Time, then watched Project Runway.
Nothing serious to report. Hopefully, tomorrow, after Sadaf comes back from a job interview, she and I will go to Ben's and finally record our cover of Cough Syrup by Young The Giant (formerly known as The Jakes), so I can put it on Youtube.

May The Force Be With You.

Today was just another day.

Nothing too exciting to report today.
I finally got my textbooks for my classes then I proceeded to have more school.
It was a tiring day today.
There was a huge fire on the side of the freeway as I was driving home.
Welcome to the Central Valley of California.
Where grass is brown and dead and always catching fire.
I went home and read some Plato for Philosophy and listened to a lot of Fleet Foxes.
I took a 5 hour nap.
I still have to come up with an idea for my outfit tomorrow for my costuming class.
We have to make something out of materials that are not fabric.
I think I'm going to make a trashbag dress, with duct tape.
I shouldn't have taken a nap, I really need to prepare this dress.
Story of my life.

Gotta get back to Hogwarts!

Sorry all, I'm in quite a rush. I haven't even packed HALF of the things I need into my Hogwarts trunk. I mean, the train leaves at 11 and I have still yet to find my cauldron and potion supplies! Oh, here they are, under my robes....

Okay, okay, sorry for the daydream sequence...but if I was still 17 I would be starting at Hogwarts in the morning! Now, I'm 18 and have no chance.:[ Oh, childhood....

 

  Back to the unfortunate real world.

Today, in Costuming, I had a really great time. It's my only class on Tuesdays and Thursdays, which I love. The assignment in class today was to work with a partner and we each had to come up with our own "design" out of only a large strip of fabric, resembling a giant sheet, and a crap load of safety pins. I partnered with Sami and she designed this cool like, mixed period piece crossed between a toga and a hint of an 18th century piece with the like puffy butt piece haha. It was cool.

I was really proud of mine, and I'm actually really surprised I managed to make it without cutting anything. That piece was chalk full of safety pins though. SO MANY. I made this kind of a-symmetrical party type dress, that kind of had a hint of Lady Gaga to it. I'm just going to post pictures because I can't really describe how it looks, but I'm super proud of it, given the amount of time and materials we had. PROUD JORDYN IS PROUD.

Can you believe I did that with just a huge piece of fabric with no cutting it and a ton of safety pins?! I still can't.

After class, I came home and took a nap because I was so incredibly tired. I decided to opt out on auditions for an upcoming play at school, because I just don't feel confident and ready yet. We're doing Romeo and Juliet in the Spring though, and I'm DEFINITELY auditioning for that. Romeo and Juliet is one of my least favourite Shakespeare's (Shakespeare nerd FTW), but I'll be in anything Shakespeare if I have the chance. I think I do well in Shakespeare plays. I also think I do better in serious plays than funny ones, because I don't think I'm incredibly funny, and the one that's having auditions right now is a comedy. I think I'll just do what I can to help backstage. I like working backstage.

   Pretty much the extent of my day. Nothing too exciting except my awesome outfit.:3 Just napped, watched some t.v., and finished reading my Philosophy assignment.

Catch you on the flip side.

(p.s. This would have actually been on time, like I had the post all written at 9 pm but I couldn't get the pictures to upload but they did not yaayyyy)