Man am I slacking. Oh, and I got tagged:


01 - Your favorite song
Sea Legs -- The Shins (What can I say? That funky beat has me hooked right now.)
02 - Your least favorite song
California Girls -- Katy Perry  
03 - A song that makes you happy
This is the New Year -- Ian Axel
04 - A song that makes you sad
Love Lives On -- Mallary Hope
05 - A song that reminds you of someone
From Underneath -- Hawk Nelson
06 - A song that reminds you of somewhere
This Love -- Maroon 5
07 - A song that reminds you of a certain event
Good Riddance (Time of Your Life) -- Green Day
08 - A song that you know all the words to
All My Lovin -- The Beatles
09 - A song that you can dance to
Fire Burning -- Sean Kingston
10 - A song that makes you fall asleep
Ezio's Family -- Jesper Kyd
11 - A song from your favorite band
Vital Vessels Vindicate -- The Dear Hunter
12 - A song from a band you hate
Time to Dance -- Panic! At the Disco
13 - A song that is a guilty pleasure
Fireflies -- Owl City
14 - A song that no one would expect you to love
A Million Miles Away -- Mercy Me
15 - A song that describes you
You are the Moon -- The Hush Sound
16 - A song that you used to love but now hate
Dance, Dance -- Fall Out Boy
17 - A song that you hear often on the radio
Break Your Heart -- Taio Cruz
18 - A song that you wish you heard on the radio
Wake Me Up When September Ends -- Green Day
19 - A song from one of your favorite albums
Mustard Gas -- The Dear Hunter
20 - A song that you listen to when you’re angry
Riot -- Three Days Grace
21 - A song that you listen to when you’re happy
Animal -- Neon Trees
22 - A song that you listen to when you’re sad
The Theft -- Atreyu
23 - A song that you want to play at your wedding
Boogie Wonderland -- Earth, Wind & Fire
24 - A song that you want to play at your funeral
100 Years -- Five for Fighting
25 - A song that makes you laugh
McArthur Park -- Richard Harris 
26 - A song that you can play on an instrument
Cello Suite No. 1 In G Major, BWV 1007: I. Prelude -- Bach (Psh, I wish!)
27 - A song that you wish you could play
See above.
28 - A song that makes you feel guilty
I'm so Sick -- Flyleaf
29 - A song from your childhood
It Had to be You -- Rod Stewart
30 - Your favorite song at this time last year
Thoughts of You -- The Sketches

Leg kinda hurts. Dunno why.

Well my grandma just called out of the blue. My great aunt died of cancer. I didn't know her, and I guess I never will...

Summer, for me, pretty much started on Friday, but I'll still be in going-to-school mode until next Thursday. I convinced Dominic to go to theatre banquet, so I'm excited.

I'm listening to Kick Ass by Mika; it reminds me of Dulce.

I need to get back to writing again, now that I'm done with education for a few months.

Dyan needs to get that sandbox built.


Blabbity blah.

Got double gold in Regionals, although it was sort of a fluke on Saturday when my opponent bowed out from the fight for some uniform-issue so I just got first by default. And then Straffon was the only one in my Senior division (I won 10-3?) so it wasn't a lot of excitement there. I got to work on "being meaner" in the ring, 'cause I'm just too nice. That's why I never can fight anybody out of TKD -- I just don't have the mindset for it unless I'm warming up for a match, and even then I may be scary but not a psycho-monster. Besides, school cat-fights are scary. I'm not into the biting and scratching and hair pulling that some chicks do. ...Although Straffon did punch me in the face on Sunday... but I can handle that better than getting clawed with acrylic nails (girls are so brutal!).

I've been tired thanks to the year ending and the workload somehow increasing on me. Especially with theatre. I'm casted for Dylan's play, The Sandbox (Edward Albee) and while it's only fifteen minutes long it's still time consuming. My character has to cry and laugh in those fifteen minutes, and that's like my worst nightmare. Do you know how hard it is to convincingly fake laughing?! And then cry?! At least the cast is cool. I'm Mommy and Soliz is Daddy, and we're having a nice time catching up a little with him since he isn't in any of my classes. In Theatre II, I have two monologues to memorize (which I haven't yet and desperately need to).

By the way, I've noticed that a lot of people are wearing thin in Theatre II. Those who didn't like Morg before hate her now. The few who seem to not mind the sarcasm is me, Kyle, Jen, Joseph of course, and maybe a few others. I just can't wait for theatre III/IV.

I need to get emailing my penpals, fer sure. I've been procrastinating in my tiredness.

The group needs to meet up again soon. I think I want to get some stuff off my chest.

It aint no lie, I got a BYE BYE BYE!

Yesterday was the weigh-in for Junior (14-17) division. I had to be 114.6 lbs and ended up running two miles at home to sweat and spit some water weight off, and then got on the practice scale at the convention center and was 114.9. I had to put on some new clothing and run outside in the sun for a good fifteen minutes to get rid of that 3/10 of a pound, but I ended up at 114.2, which is great. Getting back in my tennis shoes would have really sucked.

This morning the brackets for junior sparring were posted and I got the BYE out of the other two competitors, so I get automatic second and only have to fight once for first place. Kiana Lo is in my division also, which will be interesting -- if she advances, I'll have to be wary of that backswing of hers.

Oh, and today is my other weigh-in for the Senior (18-32 yrs) division. I gotta be 116.8 lbs by 6pm today. I'll just skip lunch and I'm good.

I know two of the three other girls in my Senior division from training at the OTC. I know Straffon remembers me, but what about Prim?

Either way, I'm qualified for Nationals. This is just practice.

Cinco de Mayo?

Auditions for senior directed plays went well, and last night I got a call from Dylan saying that I'm in his play (The Sandbox, by Edward Albee)! Best part: I'm Mommy and Soliz is Daddy, so we'll get to catch up over the next three weeks. Barbie is also with us as Grandma; that's super awesome because she's so ballin'.

Haha, Jen got Lance's play. He's like the one person a lot of people didn't want to get casted by, but I bet that kid argued his way to hell and back to get everyone on his (large) cast. Large cast just means a large number of people are going to be rolling their eyes. At least Jen's with Dom and Brandon and Rachel and other people I don't remember, so it's not like she'll be suffering on her own. And who knows?, maybe Lance isn't so obnoxious when he actually has something to do and doesn't have to fight for the world's attention.

And I'm happy for Toni actually getting a part. She was so discouraged because she's auditioned for pretty much everything last year and this year and hardly got called back and never got more than understudy. So she's in Jonathan's play and super pumped, which is good; I just hope she doesn't start "not caring" anymore because she's stressed or bored or whatever. This is her break for everything theatre-related (since, I mean, it's not like she's going to do it next year).

Band kids come back from Orlando today. I'm pretty excited to hear about everyone's trip to the parks since I know exactly what they're talking about -- I go there with my grandma almost every year. Hopefully Kyle will have some pretty cool stories (if he didn't ride Mission Space at Epcot, I'm going to be sooo disappointed in him!).

Since it's Cinco de Mayo, I'm bringing Coke I wont drink to my Spanish class. I don't even know why I volunteered for this; I'm not going to pig out or anything. I'll most likely chill in my seat doing word searches, which is actually what I'd rather do.

Three more pounds to drop before Friday! Do you think I can do it? Do Ya? Do Ya? Do Ya? I got this weigh-in thing down.
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A few things...

  • I just realized that Mom has succeeded in getting me out of the house. Last last weekend I went to see a Big Cat Rescue, last weekend I saw Sherlock Holmes - The Melodrama (more on that later), and next week I'm probably going to Scarborough Fair. Holy crap, I'm going outside! I'm getting Vitamin D from the sun!
  • Sherlock Holmes was great. I love throwing popcorn at people I don't even know. Mom and I got the throwing started (because everyone else was being LAME and wouldn't throw popcorn at the stage) and ended up in the midst of a four-level warfare. I, for some reason, decided to wear a skirt that night and ended up gathering a ton of thrown ammo in my lap to use on the enemy. These girls on the floor were relentless and these older ladies were having a ball -- it was so awesome.
  • Tomorrow is the TAKS test for math (oh God help us) and also my penpal Abbie's birthday, so happy birthday, you! To celebrate, I'm going to sit at a desk for a few hours and try to remember three years of math that I hate. Oh, which reminds me: I need to make my lunch.
  • I'm pretty mad at Jen right now; she totally flaked on me again. Arrrrrrgg. She said she would run with me and didn't even try to help me make up for my lost work out. Aint no way she's my go-to-for-help friend. We'll see how this turns out.
  • Had a totally awesome convo in my theatre II class with Kyle and Rachel about hair color which became a convo about gray hair which became a convo about how if black and white are the absence of color and in-between those two tints and shades is gray, what do you call the absolute gray which is equal parts black and white and how that can't be a color but really, what can you call it(?). Does that make any sense? Anyway, it was the highlight of my day.
  • My fingers are blue because colored tissue paper and water will stain anything. My collage for art is pretty atrocious, but it's supposed to look kind of ugly anyway. I think I'll need to salvage it's dignity somehow, though.
  • My mom called me from work to tell me it was Pretzel day and whadda-you-know, I was eating a pretzel just as she was telling me this. Coincidence?
  • There was a flash mob in the commons of my school today to encourage the underclassmen to do well in TAKS testing. It's on Youtube. I thought it was kinda lame just because I wasn't part of it and having anything at school kind of makes the cool-factor spiral downward to an untimely death. Still, my senior friends were a sight to behold. Andrew is hilarious when he dances; I know on the inside he's a big soulful black man.
     

Another Day, Another Name Change

In order to cover the entire alphabet between both of our names, Mom and I have decided that I'm adopting the middle name Flapjack Quivwix. Odd? Maybe. Original? Definitely. Dulce is trying to determine how to pronounce the Quivwix part, and I wont let her. Being my best friend and nine-or-so timezones away doesn't give her my name rights (sorry, Dulce-wa).

My stomach has been feeling icky since yesterday and training in that condition last night is not something I want to repeat tomorrow during sparring. It's got me all messed up; I'm not used to being sickly, so when it happens I go nuts.

Tonight is the Variety Show at the school. I guess I'm going because I have nothing else to do, plus Jen said she'd go if I do (plus I may get to meet her boyfriend). And I want to see Bryan up on that stage since I never went to his concerts (Mostly because the band name is stupid. The Damn Sexy Tacos? C'mon, bro, you can do better.). I still feel bad about not trying to go, but this is the only way I could make up for it since we aren't that close anymore.

I've been listening to The Dear Hunter's albums in order recently. I listened to Act I last night and am working on Act II. I may get to Act III, my favorite act so far, tonight. Casey Crescenzo is such a genius; I can't wait till Act IV comes out (Well, I can't wait till all six of them come out.). All of the Acts tell the story of a boy from his birth to death, all set in the 20th century. I love the theatrics, I love Casey's voice, I love the trumpets and strings and concept and everything. Act III, where the boy is drafted to fight in WWI, is superfly. The soft parts are softer and hard parts are rougher than anything so far in the acts; it never gets boring.

But enough of my fangirling.

Today I realized that if I were in a crisis, I know exactly who I'd want with me: Colton, Jen, and Kyle. We've already considered what we'd do if a zombie apocalypse ever happens, so why not consider any other phenomenon? Our talks this week seem to be all about ghosts and haunted houses and such. I quite enjoyed telling my story about touring the Winchester Mystery House. Jennifer is trying to convince to stay at the Lizzie Borden B&B ... I don't know if she'll ever get me to do it.


Geez Victor, didn't you see this coming?


So I'm reading Frankenstein for my English class and I've been waiting for this all year. Unfortunately, I can't use the book I already own at home because we were given a class set that was a different version than what I had.

...Which sucks, really. I hate annotating pages on sticky notes. Most people have a problem with this, but I have no problems writing in a book. Or dog-tagging a page or two (it depends on the book though) or placing it page-down when I don't have a bookmark and want to keep my page. On the contrary, I think a crack in the spine means the book was well loved by the reader.

But I digress...

Anyway, I just finished chapter five and I've come to the conclusion that Victor Frankenstein is a total wuss. I'm trying not to do spoilers, but when he passed out I literally burst out laughing. Hysterically.

I've never laughed so hard at a book before.

Needless to say, I'm enjoying this reading. It's a shame that some of my classmates don't even understand what's happening when they read (they are SO going to die next year in AP English III) because it's both interesting and unbelievable to the point where I'm actually reacting visibly from it. So I'm loving it so far. Who doesn't enjoy a cowardly protagonist?

Where did the work ethic go?

My hair looks kinda confused. I dyed it for the musical Into the Woods this year because I was Snow White and Morg didn't want me wearing a wig, and now some brown is showing through and sometimes looks red and I honestly have no idea what color to call it anymore. It doesn't bother me, per say; in fact, I like the effects of my terrible dye-job. I never would have imagined brown and black hair to look decent on one head.

Now, since I'm procrastinating, I must find a way to get back to work. The best way to do this is self-guilt-tripping. My workload?

Art:
1. Color, blend, and fill in background of my "Organ montage" (at least, that's what I'm calling the little devil...)

Algebra II:
1. Complete TAKS Review Geometry packet

English II:
1. Read pages 1-15 of Frankenstein; annotate each page with a sticky-note
2. Fill in sources page for JFK research paper
3. Find two more sources for JFK assassination suspects and motives

Theatre II:
1. Set up and fill out the beat book for Proof
2. Re-memorize Proof Act I, Scene I for performance
3. Find monologue for Senior Direct Plays auditions

World History:
1. Complete SQs for WWI Chapter
2. Color and label map for WWI Chapter
3. Study TAKS review for quiz

... Okay, I'm feeling pretty guilt-tripped right now. Good job, self!

In other events, I'm somehow whipping a plot out of nowhere for a possible writing project. It happened yesterday when I should have been reading something for English. I'm pretty hyped, considering my recent moods.
 


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    mellow mellow

Huff-huff, Puff-puff

Regional competition is coming up soon, and by my standards I'm not in shape.

We ran 3 1/4 miles this morning at the track and by the end of that I was breathing a little hard. I should not be tired after that, in my opinion. At a jog I've got an eight-and-a-half minute mile; after 13 laps my time was 27:04 or something. It's not bad, I guess, but I know I've been in better shape before.

Athenas and Jose finished before me and Brandon would have been up with Jose if he hadn't started to walk just when he had 2 laps left. I mean, seriously? Who stops right when they're almost done?

I sometimes think I'm the driving force for the girls in my team, fitness-wize. I've got to keep up with the guys and even show some of them up every so often. Stephanie was at the track to run but started walking after 4 laps (at most), and the other girls weren't at training this morning. When did they all suddenly slow down? I remember when Jackie and I pushed each other during National-comp trainings. Now I'm running with the guys.

But even so, I still need to slim down and get back into my zone before the tournament. I'm a little concerned about making weigh-ins, but luckily I already qualified for Nationals (in the Junior AND Senior divisions) at the State competition a month ago, so if I'm over it wont be the end of the world.

Let's just do it.