I'm discontinuing my blog--I've found myself too busy to talk about why I'm busy. There's just too much to say about my life. Which, is good, I suppose. When I starting blogging in eighth grade, I didn't have much to say. I was, I don't know, different. I was super moody. I didn't have many friends--and I didn't see the few friends I had very often. I was constantly and severely upset. My life has changed oh-s0-drastically since then.
I can't even find a sliver of time to sit down and say hi to you all. And when I do, there's so much to say it ends up not making much sense. I'll try to still and catch up with your blogs, though, I really want to keep in touch. So friend me on Facebook (please!), which is probably the easy way to stay in touch with me. See, I even have to type my very last post out quickly because I told my friend I'm be over at her house ASAP. You see what I mean? Time is not an abundant thing. And, as I've learned, blogging requires lots and lots of time and dedication.
If you want it, my email is: firstname.lastname@example.org
I wish you all the best of luck--and keep blogging, because you're all fabulous at it.
Love you all,
Annie. July 17th, 3:46 pm
Sunday, July 5, 2009
Happy Independence Day!
I say 'Independence Day' because 'The 4th of July' is the lamest name for a holiday. Ever. Usually the 4th is pretty boring, consisting of rain, obnoxious parades, more rain, and baseball. However, yesterday was actually oodles of fun. It did start out with an obnoxious parade, consisting of a hundred blaring, wailing firetrucks and people not throwing candy at us because we're teenagers. Then I hung out at Mathilda's for a while, except we were sort of bored, so we texted everyone we knew to get their butts over there--but Natalie is the only one who actually came, which was still fun. We rode down the driveway in Dora-the-Explora tricycles and talked about leprechauns. Then we drove up (in a car, not a tricycle) the winding roads to the top of the hill where everyone's house is more like a palace, and for every palace, there's three 'elite' country clubs. Except on one of these 'elite' country clubs for 'elite' people with 'elite' houses, they were having some not-so-elite fireworks. It was beautiful up there (see above) and we ran amok barefoot around the soft turf, rolling down hills and jumping in sand pits. Golf courses are so much fun except for the golf part. And the fireworks were spectacular (see below).
So right after my last post, the one where I complained about how bored I was and how much I hated Hamlet, I slept over at Mathilda's house with Joanna which was super fun. We lit things on fire and ran around screaming (screaming, running, and fire has been the theme of the week) and then watched The Simpson's Movie (yet again). Afterward, we ran around claiming we'd get comeuppance (I thought it was spelled kummuppets!) on each other. This comuppance consisted of smashing a dead wasp all over each other's belongings. It was most disgusting. The next night I went to the mall with Mathilda, and I spent more money on a smoothie than a shirt. I also got Joanna an AWESOME birthday present, buuut it's staying a secret!
Also, I had a slight revalation, and now I'm super excited about being in Hamlet! Auditions are Thursday and I am doing a monologue from Twelfth Night. Woo-hoo! It's going to be a very interesting play, I think.
Thursday, July 2, 2009
all of the clothes I own. in a mess. on the floor.
I decided to go through my clothes today, which took me three hours. This week has been so boring, I've spent like half of it watching pointless television and eating excessive amounts of ice cream. July has been quite lackluster so far.
Next week (and the following one) I have some sort of writing camp that my mom/Joanna kind of hoodwinked me into doing. And I can't even say anything about it because, frankly, I know next to nothing about it. So your guess is good as mine. I think my nomadic friend Joanna might be crashing at my house a day or two. I don't know--she's the kind of person who 'conveniently' leaves out details and just shows up at my house at arbitrary times.
Oh. Crap. Guess what I just found out? So every summer, since I was 10, the last three weeks of summer is reserved for spending five hours a day working on this massive production with my beloved theatre company. And I just found out, right now, this year's show is Hamlet. Hamlet!?
Ugh. I love Shakespeare. The man was pretty incredible. However, Shakespeare is difficult and frustrating, especially the tragedies. And Hamlet, indeed, is a tragedy. I wouldn't be complaining if we were doing The Comedy of Errors or As You Like It or Much Ado About Nothing; those are all hilarious and ingenious shows. Hamlet, however, is morbid and tedious and everyone dies in the end. I do not want to waste my last few weeks of summer vacation spending hours studying cryptic poetry and then dying. It is summer; I want to do a frivolous, fun show.
Also, auditions are next week. Meaning, I have less than a week to cease the internet and sift though millions of monotone monologues. Of course, I can not perform the awesome monologue I have already imprinted in my brain, because it isn't remotely close the Shakespeare and the monologue should reflect the show you audition for. Meaning, now I have to find some Shakespeare monologue, interpret what it means, memorize it, practice it, perfect it, all in less than a week. On top of this mysterious writing camp.
Ugh. Summer is more work than school.