Sometimes, I just have to put things out there.

Today Jeremy, Elissa's brother, went in for plastic surgery to get bits of glass removed from his face, from the car accident in November 2010. He's had so many surgeries since then, with his face, his leg, re-breaking his leg and probably some other stuff I'm forgetting.

I can only imagine how much that car accident has screwed up their lives. When all four of your children get in an accident, one of them doesn't survive, one is severely injured, one has traumatic memories of it and one has to deal with the guilt of driving the car. When a year and a half after an accident in which you lose your teenage daughter, your youngest son is still having surgeries for his injuries.

Why does life deal shit cards to some people and not others?

I'll try to be less depressing soon, but this on top of rereading Looking For Alaska and the generally sad atmosphere at my school might result in me not being so full of sunshine and rainbows for a while. Such is life.
Love,
-J-

A dreary situation.

When somebody dies, everybody suddenly claims them to be their best friend. I never knew this guy at my school existed until it was announced that he died today. I think the best friend thing is a sort of sentimental reaction to death.

I'm in this place where I want to care, but it's difficult because (1) I didn't know him and (2) I don't even recognize his picture. Apparently a lot of my friends know him, whether through actuality or the best friend syndrome I don't know, and I really don't want come off as insensitive. I'll keep his family and friends in mind, but I still haven't reached a point of feeling sad and I probably won't.

However, I find myself with a sort of selfish jealousy that when I went through things like this, I did it alone, with no one there who felt the same things I did. 

I just have some unresolved issues.
Love,
-J-

Stress Coping Methods 101: Don't Panic.

"In many of the more relaxed civilizations on the Outer Eastern Rim of the Galaxy, the Hitchhiker's Guide has already supplanted the great Encyclopaedia Galactica as the standard repository of all knowledge and wisdom, for though it has many omissions and contains much that is apocryphal, or at least wildly inaccurate, it scores over the older, more pedestrian work in two important respects.
First, it is slightly cheaper; and secondly it has the words DON'T PANIC inscribed in large friendly letters on its cover."  -The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy

IB French interview tomorrow. It will be over before lunch, YES.
Love,
-J-

"Sons of Rohan!": why musical is awesome.

 It's a helicopter, guys. And the precarious rolling scaffolding.

Closing night was fantastic. I got many pictures of people beforehand and hilarity ensued, as it was an ideal situation for photobombing. Also, my 70's Ellen DeGeneres/tourist in Bangkok costume:

Kaelen says the vest "is made of the purest rainbow-unicorn tears."

Tatyana was also snapping pictures afterwards and she captured this beauty:

Can I #congratulationsonyourface myself? Mind you, it was around 11:30pm at this point, so I had passed into crazy mode. I also appreciate how everybody looks happy except for me and Aidan, who is evilly eating one of the twelve pieces of pizza he consumed last night.

Also, one must appreciate when the entire cast of a musical is eating pizza in the cafeteria around midnight after closing night and someone jumps on a table and recites this speech. It just makes it even better that he was holding a legit sword (that we had used as a prop). My evening was made.

I stayed at the cast party at Victor's until about 2:30am where about thirty people were dancing in the basement until we collapsed, then Reeves played his indie music and Ben and Victor sang a duet from Les Mis.

The terrible thing about musical is that as soon as you're at the best part, it's over. Musical people make my life so happy, then melancholy because I don't see them enough, or they graduate.

I shall now leave my sanity here for safe keeping until this weekend, where it looks like I have no major assignments to work on for the first time since January. But until then... BAH.
Love,
-J-