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SAT study's coming along pretty well... my math scores dropped the second time I took a practice test. But I'm taking another one tomorrow, so we'll just have to hope that the decrease in points was just a really sucky fluke.
Been out of taekwondo for about a week-- not cool, considering I couldn't even practice at home. And I missed the whole sparring week. Including the sword sparring, which is fun because you can thwack people with swords. I mean, yeah, there's technique involved... but the point of the matter is that, when you stand back and think about it, you're still thwacking people with swords.
Am I the only one who's ever thought about moving away to a little tiny island in the middle of the ocean with nothing but sky and sea and quiet? Because people suck. And sometimes I think it'd be better to just get away from them, become a hermit, live life a loner, and all that good stuff. 'Cause it's not like you can blame people for being people, and it's not like I'm any better than everyone else-- it's just that I don't want to be have to deal with other people sometimes. I really, really don't. I just want to move away somewhere where nobody would bother me. Yeah. That'd be nice.
Okay, so maybe I'm being a little dramatic-- I don't know if I could survive on a little tiny island in the middle of the ocean with nothing but sea and sky and quiet. I'd probably get thirsty and want a strawberry milkshake, and then I'd remember that, oh yeah, I'm on a little tiny island in the middle of the ocean with nothing but sea and sky and quiet. And nowhere in that list are strawberry milkshakes even mentioned. So, no strawberry milkshakes. And then I'd be sad.
But seriously, sometimes I wonder whether people were better off before society became society. Like, when they were running around hunting animals and bashing each other over the head with crude tools. Now we just run around hunting each other and bashing each other over the head with mean words. I think I would've preferred the caveman days.
Except that the cavemen didn't have strawberry milkshakes.
So maybe not.
 Christine_Daae · Sun May 21, 2006 @ 05:28pm · 2 Comments |
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Uh...
Yeah. Fun times. Still coping relatively well, despite the fact that college entrance crap is beginning to pile on more heavily than before-- SAT prep especially. It doesn't help that my first choice of colleges is going to be nearly impossible to get into. I'll need to bring the grades up, start some volunteer work, find some amazing hidden talent, get a job, and ( gonk ) those dreaded SATs need to turn out well... and then maybe, maybe, I'll have a shot at getting in. But that's all right. I can deal... and if I can't, I probably won't be able to deal with pressure once I'm actually in college. Better to learn now, I guess.
Big taekwondo test coming up in a few months. BIG taekwondo test. I don't even want to think about it right now.
And the father is still heaping on the guilt trips. -_- His newest belief is that I'm going to get struck by lightning on a clear, sunny day, since I wasn't totally jumping for joy about having to fast on Good Friday.
AND-- ignore my whining if it's getting annoying-- there's the whole two-hour timed writing coming up on Tuesday. Some contest I got entered in... all I can say is that there had better be some scholarship money attached, or I'll just go in there and tell them "Screw this. I don't care." (Actually, that's all bluffing. I need to do well on this. The contest will look pretty good on my college application if I somehow manage to win.)
Gyah.
It's like a new game. Let's see how long Chris can last under pressure, shall we? Which factor will be the one to make her head implode?
Christine_Daae · Sat Apr 15, 2006 @ 11:23pm · 1 Comments |
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Feeling a little better... |
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Okay, I think I can deal now.
Fortunately, I have Les Miserables rehearsals to take my mind off things... and when I don't, there's always taekwondo. It's a good distraction. Plus there's the added bonus of having to plan a party for one of my instructors, who's leaving-- there's not a lot of time to plan it, but that's all right.
I've decided that I infinitely prefer being busy.
Christine_Daae · Sun Apr 02, 2006 @ 07:54pm · 1 Comments |
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I don't know how much longer I can do this. |
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I mean, I've been trying to. I really, really have. I haven't been complaining or whining or losing my temper, even on here-- at least, not about things that matter-- and I've been making a special effort not to snap at innocent bystanders. And it's been working.
But I get home every day feeling like I've been run over by a bus. Several times. I feel absolutely exhausted, and numb, and completely suffocated by everything. And the last thing I want to do is bog people down with my problems but I have to put this somewhere and maybe I really do want to bog people down with my problems if it'll mean they stop squashing me so much but that's not right, and I know that, and it doesn't seem to matter. Because either way I can't run around telling everyone everything that's bothering me because the point behind secrets is that they stay secret and if you tell people you've betrayed someone, regardless of whether that person's dead or dying or sick or a liar or a bully or being bullied or right there with you, where you don't want them to be. And this may not be making much sense, but maybe that's a good thing. Because I can't even think straight lately, it's driving me so crazy.
And what bothers me the most is the fact that it's driving me so crazy. Issues like this are serious, sure, and there are a lot of them. And, okay, so it bothers me. Strange, that. But it shouldn't be bothering me this much, especially when I know it's not really my fault and there's nothing I can do about it. But what do you do when you cana't betray someone by letting something slip, and they've already betrayed you and you want to betray them right back because you're only human but you can't because it wouldn't be right and you know that vengeance isn't sweet for long? What do you do when it gets to the point where everyone, not just the people involved, makes you want to shout and cry and lash out at them just for being there, even though you know they're only there because they want to help you?
God, I don't even want to think about all this right now. Putting it down helps a little, though, and maybe I'll just come back and delete this in a few days when I'm not feeling so angry.
So I'm going to press the little "submit" button. And then it's back to being cheerful and happy and content, because nobody asks questions when you're cheerful and happy and content. But it takes a lot of courage to be that way all the time, and courage is something I'm beginning to run low on.
Christine_Daae · Thu Feb 23, 2006 @ 11:06pm · 1 Comments |
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The Ides of March.
That's when we perform our piece at the Folger's Shakespeare Festival. So, seeing how we have approximately three weeks left, one would think that we'd be busy with blocking, memorization, characterization, and all that jazz.
Only problem: WE DON'T HAVE A SCRIPT YET.
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Yeah, that may not turn out to be a good thing. I'll just have to hope for the miracle that we didn't get with the murder mystery dinner or the Winter One Acts. We're bound to have one eventually, right?
On a brighter note, life's going pretty well. I basically just screwed someone's life over, patched it back up, and tore it to pieces again.
Stairs=much trouble and broken limbs.
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Christine_Daae · Tue Feb 21, 2006 @ 12:47am · 0 Comments |
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Okay, so our performance of Picasso at the Lapin Agile (ages ago, but that's okay) turned out pretty well. Well, except for the Wednesday performance, but whatever. That's old news. I did find out that I enjoy directing, however. Fun stuff.
In more recent news... Well, there really isn't any more recent news. Except that 11 Variations of Friar John's Failure isn't gonna turn out too well, because nobody seems to want to rehearse. And our dinner theatre is almost completely improvisation. And nobody in the class is much good at improvisation. So... we're screwed.
Oh well. ^__^ Good times, good times. And I guess if we fail... we fail! But screw your courage to the sticking place and we'll not fail!
Or maybe we will, we'll just fail really courageously.
Gotta love Shakespeare.
Speaking of which, I just joined a Shakespeare Troupe at school. We haven't done much yet, but we're going to perform Taming of the Shrew in spring, after the school musical. Which, by the way, is Le Mis. And we don't have anywhere near enough talent to pull off Le Mis. So... we fail! But (insert dramatic music here) screw your courage to the sticking place and--
Ah, screw courage. Maybe we'll just fail. Or maybe we'll get a miracle.
Wouldn't that be nice?
mrgreen
Christine_Daae · Mon Jan 09, 2006 @ 10:27pm · 1 Comments |
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We got our murder mystery scripts today, for Theatre class! XD It's a funny script, but there are only six characters. So, since I'm not much of an actress, I'll probably be one of the "plants" in the audience... >< Oh well. We've also ordered scripts for some other one-act plays-- The 11 Variations of Friar John's Failure is absolutely HILARIOUS.
>< Rehearsal tomorrow, 10-2 and then 2:30-6:00. The half-hour break is probably like a "lunch break" or something... Maybe I'll just "forget" to show up for the second bit. xd You know, see if anyone notices-- half the cast doesn't even know about tomorrow's rehearsal, so they may just call the second bit off altogether. I hope they do, I have a lot of stuff I could be doing. Projects, homework, projects... ><
Christine_Daae · Sat Oct 15, 2005 @ 02:36am · 2 Comments |
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Miss Meeko and the Clairvoyant Calculator |
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So I glance up at the calculator sitting on my desk, planning to use it, and it tells me:
"9999.99958"
Wow. -__- That's gotta be, like, a psychic ghost-possessed... thing. I could be like Miss Cleo. Only I wouldn't be Miss Cleo. I could be Miss Meeko. Duuuude! I can see it now: "You are on the line with Miss Meeko. Be amazed as she uses her clairvoyant calculator to talk to spirits from beyond this world..."
Ecksdee.
Anyway, so I clear the calculator, thinking my brother must have decided to come put random crap on my calculator. Five minutes later... "555.214981"
So if anyone knows what glitch could cause a calculator to spew random numbers at me-- or how to fix such a glitch-- could you tell me? This is getting annoying. But I won't start worrying until it starts cussing me out in fluent French.
On another subject entirely... I got letters!!!! Ice whip/Fire whip! They're AWESOME!! So whoever's sending them, THANKS!!! biggrin *hugs repeatedly*
Christine_Daae · Mon Sep 05, 2005 @ 07:52pm · 0 Comments |
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WHERE DID THEY COME FROM? |
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Okay, so I was just thinking as I was drawing a little rubber duckie on the card-paper-note-thing I'm sending a friend for her birthday... Where the heck did rubber ducks come from, anyway? I mean, what genius thought, "hey, I think I'm gonna make a little duck out of rubber so I can set it in the bathtub abd watch it bob up and down whenever I move, and so I can watch it swirl down in that little inverted-tornado-looking thing that appears when I drain the bathtub." And then, what genius went ahead and actually made a rubber duckie so he could set it in the bathtub and watch it bob up and down whenever her moved? I mean, how bored could a person possibly be?
And does one person own the rubber-duckie business? I mean, what was the original duckie-brand name? Was it just... "The Rubber Duckie"? How lame is that?
So, yeah. No idea where that thought came from. ><
Christine_Daae · Tue Aug 23, 2005 @ 10:57pm · 3 Comments |
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