let it rock, let it roll

I'm so calmly jittery nearly every day recently. Today, it's a good thing. I'm in a very good mood for no apparent reason at all. It's like, though I'm not reuniting with any amazing people today--in fact, I've seen no one all day--I'm very excited and happy. It's as if I'm actually at prom right now, instead of sitting at home while a bunch of my friends are there. It would have been nice to go, but sitting at home is for some very odd reason just as nice.

I worked out today, and actually went running--albeit only down the street, then I walked for about an hour. I lifted, did crunches, and did push ups. That may be the source of my mood. "Exercise gives you endorphins and endorphins make you happy. Happy people just don't kill their husbands."

Plus, the alternative music channel is playing, which is the best one, and I don't have any homework, I don't have any chores, I don't have to do anything. I feel very funny today, too. Like I can make loads of jokes and only bits of them won't be funny. I know this is completely false, but I feel like it.

I feel like road-tripping. And documenting. I told my mom today that I wanted a video camera to document my summer. She didn't get it. I'd love to just document the next two years, actually, but I don't think that would work out with school and all. And no one would want to talk to me because I'd have a video camera instead of a face. But summer, definitely. I feel so teenage right now because I want something huge to happen, something life-changing, something extraordinary. I want to be standing this close to Will Pugh of Cartel as he screams the lyrics to "Burn This City" or to be right next to Chris Martin as he dances like an idiot or drowning in the amazing words of Owl City and Relient K. Or, if I can't do concerts, I want to be at the top of a bridge, ready to drop down with only a bungee cord holding me up or wake-boarding without falling or sledding/snow boarding down a mountain with no fear. Toned down a notch, riding around in my best friends car with all my friends around me laughing and singing (on or off-key) to the radio or dancing on the beach to freaking awesome music as Blake whips out his skilled moves or just doing something.

I'm happy where I am, but I feel on the edge of something new, and it's exciting. I don't know what it is, but I hope things are better after it happens. The best thing, though, would be if my family won the lottery. I know things aren't going well right now, and they've been talking about it a lot and how they might need to take out a loan to pay for May's bills and I just want that to stop. Every time they talked about it I feel so bad because I can't help. I'm getting a job this summer, though, so maybe that will be the source of the change? Apparently Austin applied there, too, and he's always fun to be around.

I miss you so much, emilea and hope you can get down here soon, and I guess I'll see you sometime in the summer, anna? Hopefully?

Love you,
Heather

This post is ridiculous, isn't it? =)

Stay with me Thursday...

So an explanation of sorts for why Emma has moved to Friday and Saturday (as opposed to Thursday and Friday):

I'm not telling the whole ranty story, because I've told it plenty of times to other people and have gotten my ranting out and don't want it to come back. But the simple story of it all is that the drama club at our school is hated and disliked and doesn't even get funding of any sort and is always displaced. So, without telling us or checking with the supervisor (Mrs. Riley), administration changed the date of our performance from the 26th and 27th of March to the 2nd and 3rd of April. We were all very angered about this and didn't even know why it had happened because Mrs. Riley hadn't even come to rehearsal yet because she was off somewhere talking angrily with people.

Turns out, Karli (the third largest female role) can't be there the 2nd and 3rd because she's going to Florida for her birthday and to visit her grandparents. Mrs. Riley jumps up and down at this because this gives her a legitimate excuse to complain to administration and to get the date changed back. Especially since Karli was crying because she couldn't be there. So a few hours later, after the principal of our school finally arrived (late) Mrs. Riley came back at the end of rehearsal and says "So here are our options--and it's up to you what we do: turns out taht the 26th is the only issue so we can just have one show on Firday--and I think you've worked to hard for and are much better than one show, or we can do two shows on Friday and Saturday. It'll be tough to get people in here on a Saturday night, but we can do it if you want."

Of course, we all chose Saturday. So now, Emilea, Anna, if you want to come, it'll be EASIER! The plan might go off without any problems now!

We should figure out everything soon. I hope y'all can come!

Heather

but you'll always be his girl, his girl Friday, his girl Friday, his girl Friday

I'll go where the weather's nice and warm

Because that's better than 24 degree weather minus snow. Especially since someone got snow not too long ago and it was only 30-ish degrees. *cough* emilea *cough* And my toes were most definitely frozen for a good hour after I entered the school. I was not wearing flip-flops, either. Just my bowling shoes, which aren't the warmest shoes I own, but aren't cold.

I'll also go where there's a good THE-AH-TAH instead of our dinky high school auditorium. One with a backstage and a place where actors sit when they don't have lines for 10 more scenes. And the smoothness of yesterday's rehearsal for Emma was most definitely too smooth. Especially since today we didn't even get through a single scene once and move on. Every. Single. Scene we had to stop and/or start over and run it again. I realize that it's the beginning of tech rehearsals, but yesterday went so perfectly. Murphy's Law, ladies and gentleman. The last few dress rehearsals will be so stressful.

But my part is going well, I think. Blake said I was the best and his favorite character in the play. (See, she is such an idiot. He's so nice). And Lauren said that I was doing really well, and she told her mother to keep an eye out for me to enter when we perform, because I'd be the really good one that talks a lot. I think they're both exaggerating, but it's a good sign. Plus, I do have all my lines memorized, which allows for much more characterization. But that also means that everyone else has the potential to show me up, once they have their lines memorized.

And everyone, in my opinion, is doing really well. Most, in fact, are exceeding my expectations. I definitely did not think Lenny had such skill, and Lauren's narrator voice is fantastic (but I thought she'd do great), and Austin is even doing better than I expected. Not on his entrances and cues, but, you know, in his acting and whatnot.

I wish that y'all could come see it. The set is pretty good, and we're getting actual costumes this year! Tay!!! And, obviously, it's EMMA so it's great anyway, without everything else. Plus, I want to see you, emilea! I miss you!

But to the point of the post:

CREATE YOUR BAND NAME & ALBUM COVER:

To Do This

1 - Go to Wikipedia. Hit “random”or click http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Special:RandomThe first random Wikipedia article you get is the name of your band.

2 - Go to Quotations Page and select "random quotations"or click http://www.quotationspage.com/random.php3The last four or five words of the very last quote on the page is the title of your first album.

3 - Go to Flickr and click on “explore the last seven days”or click http://www.flickr.com/explore/interesting/7daysThird picture, no matter what it is, will be your album cover.

4 - Use Photobucket or similar to put it all together.


And since Michael Foot (that's what it is, if you can't tell. It turned out blurry for some reason) and Stripped Treeshrew are going on tour together, they need an opening act. So I did another one. (I also did another one because I'm procrastinating doing my english homework and because it was so much fun the first time. Also, I'm lame. And when I told Austin today that I had no "spare time" he asked me what I did so that I didn't have spare time--after asking me what I meant by that--I couldn't really think of anything. Except that on every Saturday from here to eternity--meaning mid-April--I'm busy. But Fridays? Nothing so far. Sundays? Just the bowling this weekend. Weekdays? Just homework and rehearsal, but nothing interesting. I feel very anti-social these past few days). You know what, am I allowed to change my band? I like our opening act better than my band. Maybe I'll just aBANDon my fellow band members and join Brickyard Kennedy.

Anyway. That's all for today.

Heather

How To Build A House

Step 1: Join a service club. Get involved. Do charity work that you don't know you are doing.

Step 2: Feel like a loser for not knowing you are doing all this stuff.

Step 3: Walk to Mrs. Bray's room after repeatedly harassing yourself for forgetting to do so sooner.

Step 4: Write your name on a sheet of paper

Step 5: Go to school at 12:30pm on a Saturday with all of your best friends and build.


I really can't wait to start construction on our Habitat House. Especially after writing the club update today and yesterday for the "newspaper". Since EVERY SINGLE CLUB in our entire school is helping with Habitat for Humanity this semester. I might as well just stick a huge banner across the front page and say "No club updates this semester. All working on house" and be done with it. It's simple, really.

But after reading How to Build a House last summer, I really, really, really feel like doing this, you know? It's kind of exciting participating in something so huge and so great for somebody. Plus, it's something on my resolutions. Do something good for somebody.

And I'm apparently getting a very large surprise next week, but am not to be told what it is until it has arrived. And I must be on my very best behavior or else I won't get it and will cry. I'm hoping this means a phone, but I have no reason to believe so. It's just my first suspicion, since I want it so bad. And I'd actually be able to talk to all of you on a pretty normal basis. Which would be cool. Since Anna isn't ever on facebook when I am anymore. Stupid English and Emma making me so busy.

Speaking of, my mom looked at me like I was the craziest person in the world and should be sent to a mental infirmary the first instant possible when I told her she had to help me put my hair up in a regency style bun-like thing and make it hold for hours because we are responsible for both hair and makeup. She laughed. A whole lot. Wouldn't stop, in fact. But it's got to happen some way or another. And I don't know how to do stage makeup. Actually, I'm rather bad at makeup in general. I don't use it, normally, so I'm a bit out of practice. And I suck with eyeliner. And I look weird with mascara. And I don't know. But, like I said, it's got to happen some way or another.

Just thought the blogosphere needed a little life. Since it apparently died last week.

Heather

pardon the ramen soup stains

You know what I didn't even realize until now? That last post? It was the 100th.

I'm in the middle of being elated at the fact that I have such a self-sacrificing friend. Dominic is going to try to switch out of gym into desktop publishing. I've tried to give him a fair warning, but he said he would do it to save us from the boredom. Plus, he thinks it sounds interesting. I learn new things about him everyday. I just told him we talk about him. Let's see how this goes over.

But today feels really fresh. I'm kind of glad we had school today, so we could bring in the new all together. The Inaugural Address was good, in general my classes are good, and the snow flurries flying outside my window? That's good too. Plust the two hour delay in school tomorrow. And the fact that I'm writing again. I haven't done that in weeks. It feels good to put pen to moleskine notebook paper.

It's a short post, but I felt like posting something. I think it's a new day. A new post was needed.

Heather

but I'm feeling happy

all mexican food-ed out

What did we have for dinner? Burritos. My mother couldn't pick a day when I hadn't already had mexican food, no! She had to pick the day I go to Habeneros. People keep saying Habs and it's really annoying. Just say the whole thing!

So I decided to start journaling. Just writing whatever I'm thinking when I decide to write. I'm going to take to carrying it around with me at school, too. Because I want to be Hank and John and read it ten years later and laugh. From what he read, I think that John's could be turned into a book. Not a very good one, but a funny one. So maybe one day mine can? Actually, no. That's not why I'm writing it. I just want to be able to reminisce ten years from now.

The first entry just talks about what I've just said. How I want to journal for the sake of memories. And I'm going to make a point of not mentioning Amy or Natasha in it at all. =)

"People get mad when you tell them you wouldn't cry if they died."
"Wow, I hope I didn't learn that from experience"

Actually, come to think of it. This blog is kind of my journal. Hmm. Wow, that makes me feel all warm and fuzzy and sentimental inside. For real.

My parents are going to play pool tonight. Which makes me think of Walker and his special pool skills. I miss that pool table. I've actually been thinking about random things I'd forgotten about governor's school a lot lately. Random memories and stuff. I think I want to make more memories that good this summer. That's one of my new year's resolutions--make lots and lots of memories. Make my high school years truly the best in my life. Have experiences to write about.

I figure I should just reveal my resolutions slowly, over a period of time. Because I haven't even thought of some of them yet.

that's all really. I was just tired of looking at that post.

Heather

All these things I hate

I hate how little things change with the new year. Everything feels exactly the same and I'm not sure I want that.

I also hate how I'm debating actually finishing my application and sending it in. I mean, I really really really want to go, but I know that even if I do get in, I probably won't be able to, and I'm not sure it's the best idea to go, but I just loved it so much those two weeks and want to do that for two years. In a weird way, I felt more at home there than I have anywhere else my entire life. Plus, the people were just so much more accepting of you weirdness because they're all weird.

And if you went I would miss you and don't know what I would do without you.

So I'm trying to just do it and get it done and if it's not that great then it doesn't matter because then it's easier for me to decide.

That's the only thing that changed with the new year. Not wanting to send in my application.

I'm not going to make resolutions out loud this year because I want to do them myself. And because I don't want other people knowing that I didn't accomplish them. Because then I feel bad because emilea is a better person than I am. (You so are. You're the best person I know).

But I will make one out loud (or in writing, in a public-ish venue, on the internet):

1) Next year, we are TOTALLY celebrating New Year's Eve in a Waffle House. And you know what we'll talk about? The road trip.

hope I didn't freak you out,
Heather

wear your heart on your sleeve, make things hard to believe.

(Also, I hate how much I still like him even though we've had nearly zero contact for over a month and how much I fell for him to begin with even though he was across the country. And I hate how he gives hugs, because it makes me like him more. I hate that)