Halfway to crazy; Not Far From Sane

Oh right...I have a blog. Hi, blog, how've you been? Life been treatin' ya good?
Good, good, I'm glad. So, have you heard the one about the super stubborn yet clueless kid that thought she had everything perfectly planned out...only to have it all go completely wrong, forcing her to change and conform and let go of some of that pride? Well, in a nutshell, that's been my life as of late. And yet, despite things not being at all what I had originally wanted, I'm really really happy with what's been happening. Not necissarily happy with my plans for the future, but what has to be done has to be done...I guess. And as for the present, some things are going wrong, things I never expected to go wrong, but overall it's all good.

Nothing amazing has happened, but it's the little things that keep me going. Finals are this week (EEEEK), and Friday's my last. day. of. high school. (YAY. WHOAAAAA WHAT!??)
I graduate next Thursday...surreal times ten.
Dad wants to get me a nice guitar as a graduation gift...here's hoping I actually learn to play it. It would be so nice to be able to make melodies for all the lyrics I write.
Our last school production "Curtains" closed a couple of weeks ago...it's nice to not have rehearsals/shows every evening, but I'm gonna miss theatre so much. The stage, and just the freedom to come out and act so out there, to channel my energy into that, to put myself into a character's life and live vicariously through her. To come out afterwords and take the bows with the cast and have 500 people clapping below us...I'm not trying to sound conceded by that in any way, it's just such an imense rush. And, our last concert/chamber/jazz/show choir/mads (we have five chorus groups...yup) show was Thursday...something else I'm gonna miss. Who knows how much of this theatre and singing stuff I'll do after high school, so it's pretty sad to see it all end.

This Wednesday journalism also put out our last paper of the year. (Senior Lancer Eddition: Pokemon. We represent cool.) Journalism was so fun. I loved being an entertainment editor, getting to write about undiscovered artists, and getting to review shows and albums and concerts. I think I became (in)famous for the weekly American Idol reviews and elimination opinion pieces. Writing things on Kate, Amy, and OTH was also pretty awesome. Coincidentally, Idol ended on the day that the last opinion piece for AI was due. Perfect timing, Fox, thank you. Although, I'll miss playing cynical hater and over-judging every performance on Tuesday nights (I want that minute and a half back. Is she related in any way to a tabby cat? That performance's gonna go down in the worst of the worst history...probably this season's best accomplishment to date. He should be sued for animal abuse after that Hound Dog performance.) ...yup. And I'll also miss iether being super happy or super enraged at every elimination (Katelyn and Lilly, top top 5 contendors, got eliminated befor the top 12, and now the world is really ending. Lacy's gone...and it's sunny out today, in today's eddition of predictable news. Truly, Paige was voted off about halfway through that performance, but they just had to wait 'till today to make it official. The third girl out of six goes home, in this so-called girls season, and wi lose one more authentic talent. The judges save our resident heavyweight, and I dread the sure-to-happen early ouster of one of their favorites...and hope Mike gets voted off next week during the double-elimination, just to rebalance the universe. Finally a guy goes home many weeks too late, and hound dogs and humans rejoyce in unison. Katie gets sent home, Crystal and Siobhan cry their eyes out, Tim's safe, and I stare blankly inconfusion. Tim finally goes home...yup, it finally happened. AMERICA FAILS, and the quirky glassblower from Cape Cod gets voted off, as many fans post outraged twitter updates, Aaron and Mike breathe sighs of shocked relief, and the judges regret that wasted save. Aaron gets sent home, and well, there's not much more to say on the matter. Mike gets sent home-for the second time-and nobody is surprised. Casey of the pretty hair and cougar appeal gets sent home, in the most predictable top three results show in Idol history...and the mom and paint salesman get to battle it out for the confetti shower and sure-to-be-corny coronation song. MamaSox loses to the BeLeevers...American got it horribly wrong for the second year in a row.)
...My journalism hour was spent writing things like that. It was so much better than doing work that's for sure.
Eight more tests, and I'll be done with school...and off to more unknown mysteries. Ridiculous. Crystal's "SandMan" just started playing, and I think that's my iTunes' way of saying that I need to go to bed.