Just another manic Monday.

Sometimes, I have a bad day and the things causing it don't go away the next day. I miss those days.

But alas, IB has turned me into a monster. I realize what a bad decision staying in IB French was. I'm not going to lie, I laid on the floor and cried today for about fifteen minutes. Now I have all my emotion out and I can actually work on things. Seems the healthy way to go about it, right?

Also, I missed the bus today because the bus driver came five minutes earlier than last week, which was five minutes earlier than the previous week. I'm establishing a bit of a hatred towards her, considering she shows up early at random and doesn't bother to tell us. You think she'd notice there was a problem when nobody shows up for the bus, but no, she keeps on going. City bus drivers are allowed not to care, but school bus drivers should have some compassion in their souls. 

In good news, it's kind of almost spring. I've been able to go outside without a winter jacket for a few days now. The lengthy city bus ride to school hasn't been too unpleasant.

(Cool story: while looking up the 'Manic Monday' cover by Relient K, I found out that they had an album of covers come out recently. Including a cover of Toto's Africa, my all time favorite song. And it's good. Honestly, words cannot express my happy. I'm like, tears happy, guys. THE WHOLE ALBUM IS FULL OF RAW BEAUTY. Way to add to my manic Monday.)

I apologize for the mental instability that has fueled this post. I was not 'born this way,' but seasoned and conditioned in the hands of the IB program.
Love,
-J-

How to lower the IQ of the entire street.

Musical is going along nicely, which is a good thing considering it opens next Wednesday.

However, one of our leads got suspended for a few days and therefore isn't suppose to attend extra circulars, including musical. But get this: it was for eating a grasshopper. I can't make this up. Mind you, it was in Bio and it was full of chemicals, but still, I can't decide whether who's stupider: him for eating the grasshopper or the school for suspending him for it. The good news is that someone gave him $25 for his fantastically stupid deed and he shows up to musical anyway.

Thought you might enjoy realizing the world is a funny place.
Love,
-J-

Wheeled scaffolding, boy bands and the ER.

This entire week was kind of a write off and today's musical practice was no exception. There was a cherry picker on stage to put up the cable for our helicopter that drops from the sky during one scene, creating constant obnoxious beeping. For safety, only people with mics were allowed on stage and only at the very edge. The chorus sat in the house and sang whenever we were needed but messed around for the rest of the time. This included eating, discussing Nick's inevitable demise of falling off Tech Crew's precarious three level rolling scaffolding for reaching the lights and that our leads are adorable and exponentially more adorable as a couple.

We also decided the male cast members in the below song should form a boy band. I mean, they're already nicknamed the"Bui Doi Boys", they filed on the stage, sat on the backwards chairs facing the audience in a very boy band like fashion and then sang those harmonies with intense sincere looks. We took it upon ourselves to decide which guy would fulfill which role in a boy band. We have 'The charming one,' 'The mysterious one with the dark past,' 'The shy one,' 'The lead one who gets all the interviews,' 'The sassy one' and a few others. We even had a wannabe in the crowd. Time well spent.

Also, I can't complain that I didn't get out tonight because I went to the ER.

Nothing serious, just shingles, which is just kind of an uncomfortable rash on a small portion of my back that has some relation to chicken pox. My mother wanted me to get it checked out so I respected her nursing opinion. In the waiting room, as she briefed me on what I would be asked, I couldn't stop staring at this poster on the wall that had SYPHILIS written in large letters. I was terrified that when I was assessed I would accidentally say,"My mom thinks I have syphilis," as opposed to "My mom think I have shingles."

The doctor was who checked me out was incredibly gay in every way and he did this sort of sassy swipe when he walked out of the little curtained examination area. He reminded me of Mr. Humpheries in the one episode of "Are you being served?" I've seen. We found it incredibly amusing.

Here's another song from musical that's been stuck in my head all day.

Love,
-J-

Pretty snow.

 

I woke up to a light dusting (er... 3 inches) of snow this morning. It's pretty. It covers up the depressing ick of almost post winter grass. 

The ballet yesterday was nifty. It was about the abuse of women, which I thought would be really strange, but it was actually really awesome. I've never seen much dance (I went to a school that practically condemned it), but I greatly enjoy seeing people with those mad skills. Ballet dancers are some powerful people.

Love,
-J-