So I'm taking a break from my god-awful story. XD

And instead of continuing on with it, I'm going to talk about something that's currently a big focus of mine. I'm in the ensemble for a show in Fairport this summer called 'Bare: A Pop Opera.' It's a rock musical about two gay Catholic school boys and their secret relationship. AND it loosely follows the plot of 'Romeo and Juliet,' which is my favourite Shakespearean tragedy.

Not only that, but it describes ketamine as "powerful, powderful shit." I love it. I'll post a link to my favourite songs at the end. It also touches on a few currently pressing issues with modern youth, like obesity, teen pregnancy, and drug use. As well as intolerance. Intense, right? I swear I'm going to be in tears when performances start. I'm not that tight with the cast yet, but hopefully we'll all get closer as the shows draw near. Everyone's so talented and nice and wonderful.

It's July 29th, 30th, and 31st.

Come see it.

That's the end of my spiel.

Signing off.

P.S. Links!

Epiphany. Opening of the show. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sfEXKZqNXSU
A Quiet Night At Home. Nadia, the overweight sister of one of the two main characters of the show, stays home instead of going to a rave with all of her friends. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=voLSdm8cyEI

(Untitled Story) Part Two

Rehearsal didn't go as awfully as I had thought, which was a relief. Phineas and I tried to make it through 'Love Duet' without cracking up, and failed. This resulted in scornful looks from Vida and Mrs. Cuff, but we didn't mind. They stopped scaring us long ago.

After rehearsal ended, Nora and I decided to crash Phineas's house and chill for a while. What's great about Finny's house is that he always has a well-stocked fridge. I guess it's an Irish thing. For about two hours, we just sat in his basement and talked, accompanied by some leftover lemon bars and herbal teas At about 7:00 pm, we got up and left. As Nora and I pulled into my driveway, we noticed something odd. My mom's car wasn't in the driveway.

"Where's your mom?" asked Nora. In my mind, I was asking the same question.
"Maybe she's out grocery shopping or something. Want to come in for a bit? I don't like being home alone."

I hated lying to her. It's not that I don't like being home alone, I just needed something to distract me from that dark, pressing feeling in my gut that always foreshadowed something terrible. I have a knack for predicting things. Helpful at times, but there are some occasions when it's not such a party.

After watching Dr. Horrible in my basement, we decided to go back up to my room and assemble possible outfits for my Lookbook. I lent her some of my clothes and she lent me some of hers(We're best friends. It's how we work.) At about 10:45, Nora said she had to go home. We were both getting tired anyhow. Before going to bed myself, I looked out of my window to see if my mom had returned. Her car was nowhere to be found.

Melinda Alice, stop being so negative. She probably just got held up at the office or something. And maybe her phone died. Or she lost it. Or something. Just go to bed.

Seeing as I can't say no to my own conscience, I changed into my PJ's, shut off the lights and crawled into bed.

As soon as I wake up the next morning, I smelled something heavenly coming from our kitchen. I panicked immediately. What is going on? I thought to myself. Mom can't cook! The closest thing to an actual breakfast that she made was leftover pizza we stuck in the microwave for a bit. Sketchy...

I crept downstairs to check it out, and sure enough my mother was making my favourite- frittata with vegetables and virgin strawberry daquiris. I knew something was up.

"Special occasion?" I asked, trying my hardest not to look skeptical as I watched her flip the egg delights with surprising expertise.
"No, not necessarily. Sit down, honey. I have something to tell you."

I obliged. She set a breakfast plate in front of me, and said:

HAHA YOU ALL HAVE TO WAIT TO SEE WHAT SHE SAID HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

(Untitled Blog Story) Part One

I woke up that Saturday morning feeling like crap. Not feeling like P.Diddy like one is SUPPOSED to on a Saturday, but with the hanging dread that I have been feeling every Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday morning for the past month.

I had rehearsal today.

In most cases, I'm totally okay with waking up early to practice dance routines and run lines and what have you. And about half of the time I enjoy it! But this time it wasn't all good and dandy. Partially because we were putting on 'Starmites,' which is the worst show on the face of the planet. Also, most of the casting was TERRIBLY chosen for the most part. My friend Phineas was cast as Space Punk, a stroke of casting genius, and I was cast as Eleanor. I fail to see the genius there.

As I walked out the door in my usual hipster garb, I saw my friend Nora waiting outside in a sketchy-looking white van. Most people see a van like that and immediately assume that the driver is an unshaven pedophile and that it contains five or so small children and shit tons of used condoms. However, Nora was my best friend and the inside of her car was decked out with Skillet posters and old records and stuff like that. Best ride ever.

Since I was a mere fifteen year-old, I couldn't drive to rehearsal in the mornihgs. Thankfully, Nora was seventeen and could drive me there. She was a techie too, which was pretty damn convenient. I dragged my feet theatrically as I approached the automobile, and as I opened the passenger side door she greeted me with a skeptical look.

"What's with the swagger, Lindy? Did you hurt yourself brushing your teeth?" said Nora, in her usual sarcastic way.
"I just really don't want to go to rehearsal today. Mrs. Cuff is just going to make racist jokes and dote on Vida the whole time, like she does every day. Can't we just skip?" I responded hopefully. Given the circumstances, Nora might have agreed with me. But...
"Not again, sweetheart. You've already skipped, what, five rehearsals so far? If you want Cuff to cast you again you won't miss another one. Now hop in." I hated that she was so right. I sat down, buckled up, and we drove off.

Cuffster wasn't there when we walked into the auditorium, so Nora and I just sat and talked to Phineas. Phineas was named after the main character in 'A Separate Peace,' which was quite fitting since he was about as gay as Neil Patrick Harris in a rainbow t-shirt sipping a moccachino in a low-key NYC cafe. He hated his name with a passion.

As we chatted casually about the weather and the importance of brussels sprouts in one's diet, Mrs. Cuff walked in with Lee. Mrs. Jane Cuff was a frumpy woman, mid-fifties, whose pleasant demeanor made good first impressions on most people- until she directed plays she was in. When she's in director mode, she's a no-nonsense drill seargeant with the sense of humor of a small brick. The only exception of this scary-as-fuck persona was her protege, Vida Burkowitz. Vida was the overachiever of the junior class, who would be a pretty great person were it not for the fact that the only way she could get more neurotic was if someone shoved a menorah up her ass.. Maybe I wouldn't be so harsh if she hadn't become my consistent frenemy for the past year.

TO BE CONTINIUED. TOO TIRED TO WRITE MORE.

Inspiration! Yeah!

Hello, my children.

My good friend Andrew has just finished posting his first story on his blog(http://www.anyonelisteningblog.blogspot.com/), and it has inspired me to write stories on here. Problem is, I have really bad writer's block. It never goes away. Like herpes- WAIT WHAT WHO SAID THAT????

Anyhow, if anyone has any brilliant ideas PLEASE let me know. I kind of have one, but not really, and it's confusing.

So go ahead.

Tell me what you want to read.

Signing off.

I'm a copycat.

My good friend Keavy posted a list on her blog (http://gowatchthegeek.wordpress.com/) entitled "Things I like about myself." I have decided to do the same. Enjoy.


Things I Like About Myself:

1) My diverse taste in music.
2) My sense of humor
3) My freckles
4) How I get along with (most) people
5) My taste in literature
6) My passion. I'm a very passionate person.
7) My contentedness with life.
8) My collarbone (don't judge me. I have a thing for collarbones.)
9) My voice, speaking and otherwise.
10) My eyebrows.
11) My taste in clothing.
12) How I write good stories and poems
13) My belly button(INNIES UNITE!)
14) How affectionate I am.
15) My chicken wrists. Annoying when it comes to bracelets, but very graceful-looking.

NOW YOU. WHAT ARE YOUR FAVORITE THINGS ABOUT YOURSELF?

“Never be bullied into silence. Never allow yourself to be made a victim. Accept no one's definition of your life...

... but define yourself." -Harvey S. Firestone.

I figured I'd get a little personal today and write about something that's always bugged me about high school. Bullying.

I don't see a lot of it at my high school, but there are a few times when I feel like I'm about to explode because of someone being treated unfairly by someone "superior." I absolutely hate it.

In case you couldn't tell, I've had my fair share of unfair treatment by my classmates(understatement. I've had WAY too much.) From the sixth grade up until the beginning of the eighth, I was living in Florida. Worst few years of my life. For all of that time, I hardly had any friends and the few that I did have weren't exactly faithful. I remember a few times when I would be walking down the street and some jerks would throw garbage, or even rocks, at me from a passing car window. People would stalk me and call me names, or pretend to be my friend for a week or two and then dash my hopes by treating me like dirt before ignoring me completely.

Needless to say, I grew a tough shell after that.

People tend to think of bullying as it is portrayed on TV or in books; people hanging you upside down to shake your lunch money out of your pockets, or starting fights in the middle of the hallway with dozens of bystanders yelling "Fight! Fight! Fight!" But there's so much more to bullying than that. People fail to realize that not all bullying is physical. There's an emotional aspect to it, and that leaves a deeper welt in someone than a sucker punch or a slap across the face ever will.

Signing off.

ALL THE SINGLE LADIES!

I was listening to my iPod(hence the mainstream lyric title) and chatting with peoples on Facebook, when I had this epiphany.



Girls can be bitches.



I mean, think about it! Boys tend to whine about their problems(and, believe it or not, the amount of time they beat each other up about these is very low), but girls are catty. Girls spread rumors. Girls break hearts.

I know I shouldn't really be saying this considering I don't exactly have an extra chromosome of my own, but it's true! I myself have been bitchy to so-called "friends" and a she-douche to an old boyfriend or two, so I would know!

So, girls, have you done something mean to someone that you never pictured yourself doing? And guys, have you been hurt by a girl?

Leaving

Do you ever get the feeling that you just want to go away? I mean, you don't necessarily need a reason, but that urgent feeling where you just want to pack your knapsack and leave and never come back. That's been happening to me a lot lately. Don't get me wrong, I'm not going anywhere, but to have the freedom of just getting up and going would be nice. Nobody to stop you from leaving your cell phone and iPod and housekey and running away to some shady corner of the woods where no one can find you.

I had a dream about that a couple nights ago, actually. I don't remember exactly how it went, but I'll try to recall it as best I can.

I was sitting in my bedroom, and my window was open. I saw a ladder going down from it, but I couldn't see where it went. I went down, and I was in a really big clearing in the woods. I remember just lying down and feeling content as can be. I woke up right after that, but afterwards I couldn't shake the feeling that I just wanted to climb some ladder into someplace nobody knew but me.

Weird.

Signing off.

Crosswords and Dickens and Pacman, oh my!

So here I am. In my school's library(which is actually kind of crappy.) Im blogging, doing a crossword, watching my boyfriend and a buddy of his play Pacman, and waiting for my mom to send me my English homework. I don't have a functioning printer at home, so whatever projects I need to type up for homework I just write at home, e-mail to myself, and then print the following morning before class. However, for some reason it didn't work this morning so my MOTHER had to try sending it to me, which didn't work again. I asked her to copy and paste it into an e-mail and try that, but in the meantime here I am.

Alone.

Signing off

"What a beautiful face I have found in this place that is circling all 'round the sun..."

Title quotation provided by Neutral Milk Hotel, 'In The Aeroplane Over the Sea.' I am such a hipster.

Speaking of hipsters, a fellow blogger who holds a special place in my heart recently posted an entry about hipsters and how he never really understood and/or accepted their(our?) culture. I consider myself a pseudo-hipster, but still. What's wrong with going "against the grain?" Being an individual is a personal choice, like being a gentleman or disliking prunes. Maybe I'm just arguing for the sake of argument(aka, I couldn't think of anything else to blog about), but what's there to not understand? Hipsters tend to be pretentious, like weird music nobody's ever heard of, wear Convers/Dr. Martens, and tend to shop at Oxfam and Salvation army. I categorize myself under most of those. Also, if you want to voice your opinion on how you don't like football or how Abercrombie and Fitch is annoying(which they ARE), it's a free country! People can speak their minds here, right?

Signing off.

P.S. It is a myth that most hipsters are unemployed and live off of their parent's trust funds.

P.P.S. If you don't really know what a hipster is, I encourage you to follow this link. It's generally accurate, even though it is Urban Dictionary.

http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=hipster&defid=2705928

OOH LOOKEE HERE ANOTHER POST!

Today, I got thinking about what I'm going to do with my life. I mean, I'm pretty sure I want to go into theater, then take over Womp's position at my school after I go to college, but what if that changes? I mean, I've had a lot of preconcieved ideas about what I want to do with my life. I'm pretty sure at one point I wanted to be a janitor, like Junie B. Jones. Don't judge me.

Also, I went to a pretty "Wicked" masterclass yesterday(HAH LOOK AT THAT I MADE A JOKE) with Tom Flynn who played Dr. Dillamond, and he said that it's incredibly difficult to "make it big" in theater. And, that about 1% of the actors in New York make a decent income. I know I'm passionate about theater and I want to get better at it and spend my live involved with it, but is it worth the effort? Sometimes I think it would be nice to turn back time to when I was five when I wanted to be a pediatrician, a fireman, and a gardener all at once.

Signing off.

P.S. To my readers, who are few and far between, what is the weirdest career choice you've ever considered? 6 year-old "dream jobs" count/preferred. :D

Good afternoon, world and all who inhabit it!

So... yeah.



Sorry for not posting more. I have been very busy lately/haven't thought of any topics, so I guess I'm just going to make it something like a public diary. Except less explicit. ;D OHO!



Well, the other day I had a couple buddies over. And my boyfriend. Which was nice. :) Mary, Gabe, and Cory. We watched a couple movies in my basement with pretzels, peanut M&M's, and SKITTLES(my favorites.) Cory seems to be a pretty big admirer of Patrick Swayze and his manliness that drips from every pore, so imagine his surprise when I suggest we watch 'To Wong Foo, Thanks For Everything, Julie Newmar,' a movie about three drag queens who get stuck in the Midwest on their way to Los Angeles. Starring: Wesley Snipes, John Leguizamo, Stockard Channing, and... wait for it... Patrick Swayze. In drag. Priceless...

Anyhow, Cory seemed to enjoy it. It's a pretty funny movie. After that, he had to leave(volleyball practice. Pshaw.) but mary, Gabe and I watched Phantom of the Opera and sang along VERY loudly. It was a good time.

Anyhow, I'd best be getting back to my homework.

Signing off.

P.S. I'M GETTING A PHONE UPGRADE!

An Epic Tale of Betrayal and Mistrust

Once upon a time, there was a beautiful and tragically misunderstood girl named Louisa. She had this homely and overbearing acquaintance named Lilyanna who beat her shamelessly with cruel words and a horsewhip. One day, this cruelty became too much for Louisa to bear. What did she do about it? She blogged about it. And after that, she creeped into Lilyanna's house, stole all of her delicious apples, and shanked her in her sleep. Victory was hers. The entire town pranced and danced in the streets for joy.

Alas, there was one person in all of Brightonia who did not rejoice. And that was her lover, Henrietto. Henrietto was enraged, and decided to take his revenge by taking away the only thing that mattered to Louisa and destroying it: her blog.

*insert loud, Doomsday music here*

TO BE CONTINUED

If music be the food of love... it's gotta be by Dream Theater.

'Ello, poppet...

MUAHAHAHAHA.

Sorry for that.

I have NO IDEA where that came from.

Now, I *could* be watching Pirates of the Carribean right now and pretending to be Barbossa.

But that would be dorky.

REALLY dorky.

...

Anyway... sorry I haven't blogged in a while. I've been pretty busy lately/ I sadly could not think of anything to write about. Pretty pathetic, right?

Hmm...

So how are you?

Yeah?

I'm pretty good myself. My boy is nice. He's tall and gingery and likes Julia Nunes. Who I really like. She plays the ukelele.

You know who else I listen to a lot? Dream Theater. They're this AWESOME prog metal band that I may/may not be in love with. I think he may have been classically trained. Which is pretty cool.

Singing out.

I get by with a little help from my friends... :)

Hello, interblaggers!

Today I realized how awesomesaucy my friends are. A couple people went to Panera Bread and just chilled for a while. I wasn't there for very long because a) I showed up late because another buddy of mine and I were talking about prom, and b) I needed to be home by four, but it was still a fantastic time. Lots of talk about anime and bands I don't know(but will be buying on iTunes too because I steal other peoples' taste in music. Shh...)

So anyway, my friends are the BEST. Take Andrew for instance. We have an unhealthy number of inside jokes, we're both theater geeks, and we both habe the approximate attention span of the average gnat. And he's just generally an awesome person. We are just practically perfect in every way. Nay, not perfect. Legen... wait for it... DARY.* :D

Lianna and Celeste weren't at Panera today, but they're still my best friends. Ever. Celeste is the ultimate theater person. As far as I know, she's ALWAYS done theater. And she's really REALLY good at it too. :D

Lianna is the brain of the trio, and she may/may not be one of the smartest people I know. She also sings opera which is INCREDIBLE because opera is super duper hard to pull of, and she does that with flying colors. AND she lives five minutes away from me, which is great because she always has really tasty food at her house. >_>

And finally, probably one of the overall best people I've ever met, we come to Mary. She's this fantastically smart, strong, independent (and did i mention GORGEOUS??) junior who has become one of the closest and most reliable people in my life. She's the type of person you can go to if you need to talk about your problems and get *good* advice on how to deal with it. I go to her house all the time, and (almost) every day seventh period we go to Great Northern Pizza Kitchen and grab a slice and just talk about stuff. And she dyed/cut her own hair. And it looks f***ing awesome.

I have a lot of really close and awesome friends other than these four(like Peter, my unbiological brother. And Char, fantastically quirky and adorable. And lots of other people.) but these are the ones who have made my life a lot more bearable and fun and have lightened my load considerably.

So thanks.

Signing out.

*How I Met Your Mother=BEST TV SHOW ON THE FACE OF THE PLANET. NEIL PATRICK HARRIS <3 <3 <3 <3

First Post! Huzzah!

Hello there, young blog stalker!

There is absolutely NO PURPOSE to this blog. Whatsoever.

I guess I COULD critique movies or offer some weekly wisdom to those in need of such things, but a) I don't have the slightest idea why people would base their own opinion of a film on someone else's, and b) you must be pretty insecure to be looking at a BLOG for some pretty, meaningful words so you can get through the day.

But this is NOT a bashfest.

I guess I'll just post random stories here once a week or something like that. I might even forget this blog even exists.

Maybe.

Well... I guess that's it.

Goodnight, folks.

Signing out.