Stark Raving Sane

Today's Title: Rosencranz and Guildenstern are Dead (what? I never said the plays had to be musicals, or maybe I did...oh well, don't care.)

I realize the fad of these was a while back, but I am currently in need of something mindless and fun to do. So here we are, the fabulous idea stolen from Nikki, who stole it from Woody, who stole it from Grace.

1. Who would you rather get stuck in handcuffs with, Nikki or Amanda?
That's an interesting question. I suppose Nikki, just because I've known her for longer, but all the same, that would end in awkwardness.

2.Do you trust Woody?
Even better question. Not to cause me bodily harm: not in the slightest. To give me back things that I lend her: yes.

3. Have you dreamt of Autumn before?
Can't say I have.

4. Name something you have in common with Caitlin?
Insanity? Theatre? Both? Something along those lines.

5. Would you open a mystery gift Trenton just gave you, without much hesitation?
Define much hesitation. Maybe a little. Trenton's a shifty gay-man.

6. Would you open a mystery gift Michelle just gave you, without much hesitation?
Yeah, probably. I trust her not to give me a bomb.

7. What's Sara to you?
Crazy fun random times and a good friend.

8. Amanda is actually Woody in disguise, you know.
OH GOD!!! My eyes/ears/brain! *twitch* Now there's two of her.

9. How do your and Brendan's talents add up?
Musical and non-musical. Can't think of another good one with something I'm good at that he isn't...that's quite sad. I suppose if you put us together, you'd end up with a hemaphrodite. That was a really random thought.

10. Does Taylor have any pets?
Yep. We has adorable puppy dog of doom.

Listen close to everybody's hearts, and hear that breaking sound

Title: Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog (even though its not actually a musical, it fit the mood)

So, I give up. I give up trying to talk to my parents. I give up pretending that I'm not counting the days until I can leave. I give up forgiving and forgetting.

They want elitist. Fine.

I don't say anything and they put words into my mouth. Suddenly I think I'm above them. Lie. I think they are stupid. Lie.

I just think that they do stupid things for stupid reasons that I cannot fathom.

Everytime they assume, I end up being the one who is a spoiled elitist, or something on those lines. So, I give up.

I don't want to go to family therapy and spend an hour (or two or whatever) going through the same shit at in front of a therapist that we do at home. Dunno about everyone else in this house, but I don't forsee anything being accomplished.

I can't talk to people, I swear. It makes me uncomfortable. So, I'm sorry if this is the impression that everyone gets of me. I don't mean it. I guess maybe I should just stop talking entirely...then they'd have nothing to go off of. I wouldn't say the things that make them mad if they didn't make me. Can't I just be? I'm happier when left alone.

Too much school. Too much home. Nowhere is sacred anymore. Hell if I know where to go or what to do. Cut me some slack, I'm only 17.

Sorry I don't have their infinite wisdom that leads them into a self-destructive pattern of getting drunk or stoned to escape the real world. And if thinking that those things are terrible excuses for anything at all makes me elitist, then so be it.

Have they lost my respect? Some. Sorry for thinking highly of my parents. Sorry for beliving the cock-and-bull lies that they were better than the stoners and washouts of society. Sorry for being more than a little dissallusioned (don't care about spelling right now) when this idea came chrashing down. I know they're not perfect, but is it wrong to hope for something above the norm?

So, that's why I give up. Count down. 10 months to go. Then I'm free.

I don't know what else to do.

Listen to me, I have beautiful dreams I can spin you.

Today's Title: The Scarlet Pimpernel (which I just rediscovered and remembered how much I liked it.)

Other than that the title isn't very relevant at all. I just like the quote.

So, it's been a while since I blogged last...not that I figure much on people noticing or caring. Mostly this is for my own benefit. They claim its healthy. Hell if I know.

Wicked is still amazing. School is very tiring. My parents are generally irritating. Life as usual, eh?

Next semester will be better, less to do. I just noticed how often I blog in fragments. The SAT Writers would pwn my ass for that. Oh well.

I think that when I get the time (maybe Thursday) I'm going to blog about politics, mostly because I just happen to have the perfect title about a political rant. Again, don't expect anyone to listen...just ranting.

And now: more Scarlet Pimpernel!

"Vengeance victorious,

These are the glorious days!

Women of Paris, come gather your bloody buquets!

Now gaze on our goddess of justice,

With her shimmering, glimmering blade.

As she kisses these traitors she sings them a last serenade!"

Is it a bad sign that one of my favorite songs in the entire play is the demented song glorifying the horrors wroght by the reign of terror and "Madame Guillitine"? Perhaps.

We all knew I'd be the one who would end up being a serial killer.

As Smity once said, "One day people will find heads in your fridge and the first thing they'll say is 'She was such a nice girl.'"

*smirk* Quite true.

Not like its even worth the time...

But still you know you wanted more

Sorry, it won't change--been there before

Today's Title (and consequent obsession): Spring Awakening

So...I think I actually in retrospect went through the 5 stages of grief in responce to losing my mathlete standing...
1) Denial
2) Anger
3) Bargaining
4) Depression
5) Acceptance

In a way this is good. It means that I've basically come to terms with it. Is Harris still a douchebag? Absolutely. Do I plan on ever speaking voluntarily to him again? Nope. Am I going to brood? Not anymore.

Life's too short. Fuck mathletes. There are other clubs at QHHS that I can spend my time with. They'd probably show more apreciation for my efforts anyways.

All in all, a fine conclusion.

"Just fuck it – right?

Enough, that’s it

You’ll still go on – well, for a bit

Another day of utter shit

And then there were none…"

You watch me, just watch me, I'm calling and one day all will know.

Today's Title: Spring Awakening (and hardly relevent to my mood apart from the fact that I'm listening to it.)

I had forgotten just how depressing Spring Awakening is. Like everybody dies. Except one person. But the music/plot/everything about it is so good and well written. I'd really like to see it.

I swear I'm gonna start writing my extended essay soon. I know that once I start the words are going to fly by, but for some reason I can't seem to gear myself up enough to do it. Oh well, Saturday then.

I just now wondered if I've used this title before, but I don't think I have. Oh well.

You can like the life you're living, you can live the life you like...

Today's Title: Chicago

Long time, no blog. Not the motivation. Or the time. Or maybe I'm just a lazy bum who never finishes anything I start. That might be it.

Recent news includes a plan for my extended essay (yay!) and signing up for the new nerdfighters secret project (keep an eye out for that one). :P

I really want to participate more in the realm of Nerdfighteria, so, I'm scavenger hunting and secret projecting. (Hoo ha...Nerdfighters!!!!!) Now all I need is a T-Shirt. That would be awesome.

So, this year I've also decided to do 10 things I've never done before. Nothing more here yet, partially because I don't know what I'd do just yet, but I think it would break up the monotony nicely. Probably won't do much before Christmas because I'm gonna be busy with stuff up until then. But who knows?

Maybe one of those things should be maintaining a regular blog.......nah....

I procrastinate far too much to do that.

~"Drink to all that we have lost, mistakes we have made, everything will change, but love remains the same."

Don't forget to be awesome!

Its just life, so keep dancing through.

Today's title: Wicked (in all its epic, amazing awesomeness)

So, as you can undoubtedly tell, loved Wicked. I wanna go see it again now. That's not gonna happen in the near future, but I can dream can't I?

Anywho, two major activities are currently underway: packing '08 and Oh the Insanity 6. Both of those will be done by Tuesday, come hell or highwater.

At the moment though, all is right with the world. In a few days, I'll be bitched at about packing or something, but soon afterward it should be good.

Nothing else to report. Just gonna end with one last Wicked quote.

"Because happy is what happens when all your dreams come true."

And we'll accept the things we cannot avoid, for now...

Today's title: Avenue Q

Making sure each blog's title comes from a different play is hard. I'm gonna have overlap soon, but I like variety.

800 words into my ToK paper and going strong...just procrastinating a little. I'll get it done soon. All I really need to do left is rant about what I think and conclude it in some sort of cohesive way. Easier said than done, but oh well.

Stupid youtube pulling copyright crap on me. *grumbles incoherently and shakes fist* At least they let me keep my video up. Its just really annoying. So many people put up videos like that, with Doctor Who clips and music, but (of course) I'm the one who gets friggen copyright infringement. Gah!

Anywho...rant over. For now. (Convenient tie in with the title of the blog. Damn, I'm good)

So, speaking of my new video, you should watch it. And comment. And say nice stuff about me. :D

Watch it here:

Comment here. Thanks.

The trouble with schools is, they always try and teach the wrong lessons.

Today's title: Wicked

"Believe me, I've been kicked out of enough of them to know."

Anywho, World Lit = done. Awesome. 1 less thing to worry about.

ToK essay for tomorrow. Oh boy. Could be worse. Philisophical rants are easy enough to do.

I don't wanna clean my house, but if I admit that I'm done with my homework for today, that's what I'm gonna have to do. Ew.

Indiana Jones definately has a postivie correlation with decreasing worldsuck. I think I may go see it again tomorrow when my parents go.

I think I need to find something less conspicuous to do. Signing off.

Times are shitty, but I'm pretty sure they can't get worse.

Today's title: RENT (but you probly knew that already)

Finals + stress + IB + essays + packing + emotional dilemmas = AGAUHKDFJHsdbaglhaghkajbgkjahlnnbkbgkjangkjlhiugna gvbihnegvoln agvo aeo!!!!!!!1!!!!!

No, I don't really care to fully elaborate on that one.

I need summer vacation like a fish needs water...but I'm not sure if it'll be fresh water or salt water and cause me to suffocate and die. I have happy thoughts right now in case you couldn't tell.

This blog is kind of theraputic...especially since I don't even know if anyone's reading this. If you are, please endure my rants. If you aren't...then I'm probably saying mean things behind your back. So there. >_<

Totally Fucked

Note as to the title: I've decided to entitle all my blogs after a song/song lyrics from a musical.

Today's title: Spring Awakening

Sooooo...much...homework. Here we are at 9:30 and I just got done. I keep counting down the days, but it's not doing much to improve morale. I suppose it does help a little though. But it takes such a long time. *pout*

I hate Lab Reports. They should all burn.

On the bright side, all I have to do tomorrow is memorize my schpeel for the living art show. Awesome, thy name is no homework.

I'm obscenely tired and thus am going to call it an early night. Hell, maybe I'll be less tired tomorrow.

Conformity

Yeah, I'm a walking cliche. I made this 'cause every one else was doing it. And partially because I don't really wanna do my Lab Report. Definately needs customization.

In other news...I really wanna watch Phantom of the Opera. Might do that later. Will get odd looks from my family. Don't rightly care. Sentence fragments anyone?

30 Minutes later:

Photoshop and HTML take longer than I remembered. This could take a while.

Oh well...It'll look spiffy.

Note to self: re-do HTML of page...whoever wrote this is confusing and has end brackets in odd places