Happy Days

I am so happy today. I am getting off from school- Thanksgving Break. One of my favorite people, the Nanny, came to school today and we got to remienise on old memories. Dear Nanny, we miss you and love you. ('Josie's favorite actor is Josie in bed.'--> happy, funny memory I said I would put in the blog).

Okay so that comment, above, was about a week ago. School can really send your emotions into wack. I got put in study hall because of my physics grade and am working really hard at it now. Oh it is soooooo stressful. I started a couple of songs last night, that I think are going to morph into one song. It is reallly exciting- I am converting my emotions into song- I love it. Of course, I am stressed- it is senior year and I havn't heard from any of my colleges- I want to scream!

I think I am going to make a list out of the things I want to do before I get too old to do them- See Stellatus Sidera (shout out) for hers- it is really cool.

Sorry abou tthe really short post and the fact that they were writen over about an entire week.

Just Talking

So I don't really know what to write about right now. I am sitting in front of the television, on a Saturday morning, relaxing (the first time since school started) and honestly it is the most relaxed I have been in a long time.



School has been great, rough but good. I am SO tired of English though. We are finally starting to study something... I think. Ms. C. could just be trying to trick us all. We have been reading Beowulf by listening to the tapes during class and watching The Thirteenth Warrior. Is that actually studying the book? I don't know if that counts or not, but it is more then we have done before. I am really worried about Physics though. I just really don't get what were are talking about in it right now. I get so confused: there is this guy in my class, I.- He insists on asking questions that he is just asking to brown nose and look really smart, which really ticks me off because I don't get what he is saying and so I don't really understand how to deal with him. I don't want to make him stop because that is not my place, but I feel that one of the reasons I am not doing so hot is because I am so mad, confused, and frustrated every time he makes a comment. I know I can't say anything to him, but oh I wish I could.





I haven't been at the theater for so long now. A Christmas Carol won't come to the stage until after Thanksgiving and The Sound of Music left the stage November 4Th. It has been 13 days since I have been at the theater and I feel like I am having separation problems. I only have another 6 days though. I have passed the long stretch. I am also getting nervous about my college audition. I am supposed to find out if I get into Southern Methodist University at the beginning of December and I am SO nervous. I don't know what to think- if I should be confident or under-confident. I don't want to be disappointed, but I don't want to under estimate myself. Oh the confusion!!!

What Character Am I? (Harry Potter)

Hey guys, I really like this "What Character am I?" stuff. One it's something I like to write about and two, I get to watch new movies, and three, I get to talk about something I actually know about. What Character am I- number 2: Harry Potter (yes, now I have your attention). This new blog is me comparing myself to Harry Potter. As I was dicussing this with my friends they said I am like Hannah Abbot- and I have to say simply that I am offended- simply offended. I am not a Hannah Abbot- I am more daring and creative then Hannah. I am simply embarresed that you all thought of me as a Hannah Abbot before you thought of me as a Ginny Weasley or a Cedric Diggory. Well, since my pride is hurt I feel I will slightly boost it with some 'streched' truths: I think I am most like Cedric Diggory. Diggory is the most talented, handsome, and liked wizard at Hogwarts. Although I am not the smartest or most handsome I do feel that I have some talent. As Cedric Diggory is talented in magic I am talented in the arts (mainly theater and voice). Stop giggling Laura. Alrighty, so I am building myself up a little too much. I am more of a mix between Cedric Diggory and Ginny Weasley and Fleur Delacour. Okay, I know a weird combo, so let me explain. Cedric for his talent and good heartedness, Ginny Weasley for her innocence because, honestly, I am pretty inocent, and Fleur Delacour becuase everyone thinks I am a good student and very talented when actually I am not. Cedric is a talented beauty but I really don't have his smarts or his beauty. Ginny is innocent but I don't have her brothers (even though I really wish I did- but then that might incest). And finally, I think I am like Fleur because she is not as smart and talented as people build her up to be and sometimes because people think she is so talented she miserably fails at being the almighty being that some think she is supposed to be.So ending on that high note, post on Harry Potter- I know a bunch of you know more about Harry Potter then I do, so be sure to comment and let me know what you think.

What Character am I?

So I came up with the most awesome of fantastic ideas. For every now and then I am going to decide which character I am most like. It can be from a movie, a musical, a tv show, or anything (you are welcome to request certain favs). And this time I am choosing the musical Cats. Before you have your fit of laughter let me say that Cats is a very inovative musical, combining lyrical poetry, with dance movement into a show that is entertaining and captivating. Okay- so now I am officially a freak, but I think I knew that before I wrote this blogg. Anyway, for those of you who have not seen Cats, first of all I pity you and your lack of a childhood, Cats is a collection of T.S. Elliot poems put to music and acted/danced out on stage. The music is writen by Andrew Lloyd Webber and it is the longest running musical ever to grace the Broadway stage. There is a particular song in Cats called Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer- these characters in particular are keen for getting in trouble and making mischeif and even though I wish I was like them I am probably not (I would love to be Rumpleteazer though because they have an awesome and when I say awesome I mean REALLY AWESOME dance number- oh I want to be in Cats- dang it: I just admited it, oh goodness, well once again-- off to the crazy house)- I am the more tame rule keeper and story teller- Munkustrap. He tells the story of what is going on and lets all of the new comer cats know what is going on. Now while you are giggling I want you to know that I am fully aware that I am comparing myself to a cat from a musical and that I am proud of it. Yes I am saying that I am proud that I can be compared to a cat. (oh goodness, I really have hit the bottom) Well I am Munkustrap and think that all of you now know it. Ask me what other characters I think I am like from other movies and I will be happy to tell you.

The Day After Yesterday

Thank you all for coming to Kiss Me Kate, it was so much fun for me and even better to see you all there. I hope that you all enjoied it- I know I did. I just had my audition for SMU's school for the arts: Meadow's School of the Arts. I was auditioned by Jim Crawford. He was great- I actually already knew him before he auditioned me. He was in Pride and Prejudice at The Dallas Theater Center and I met him while I was assistant house managing there. As I entered the theater to be auditioned he shook my hand and said, "I know you from somewhere." I, of course, got very excited and started talking about the theater center- luckily he was as excited about the Theater Center as I was. It would have been really akward if he wasn't because then I would just be talking to myself- oh wait, I already do that, and it is akward. LOL. Anyway, I did two monologues, the first from Dream Girl by Elmer Rice and the second from Doubt by John Patrick Shanley. If you have not read Doubt I highly sudgest it. It is a very, very good play. Usually when you audition the person who is auditioning you usually asks you to do something different with your monologues just so they can see you improv, and manipulate something on the spot, but for me he asked me to do a classical monologue. I did not have one prepared for the audition so I had to pull one out from the past. Luckily, I had just done Kiss Me Kate so I did the ending monologue from that show. It was fun, I got to use my school work in my audition. I had so much fun. I thought the audition went really well, but there were so many people auditioning that I have no idea how well it went compared to them. I really do hope that I get into SMU. It is my number one, and it fits me very well as a college. I know I would be staying in Dallas- which might be weird to some people, but my mom already said that if I go there she would change the locks on the doors, so that I wouldn't be able to come home for laundry, food, or cash- isn't she loving. LOL- I love my mom, she is awesome- my rock. My mom and I are a really funny duo. I think as a teenager it is in my contract to not like my mother, and honestly I would rather hang out with my mom then anybody. She is a blast, and I tell her everything. I love my mother to death. It is going to be weird in college without her. I don't know. I will probably be calling home daily to check in. I bet at one point she will tell me to stop calling so that I can actually get a college experience. She says she wants me to study abroad at least for one semester- I agree. I would really like to study in England for the theater and so that I could spend time with my family in England. I havn't seen them in years and my parents speak of them so fondly. Anyway, please pray for me and my college decision. I really want to go to SMU but please pray more that the Lord will lead me where he wants me to go. I just want to be obedient and if the Lord wants me to go to SMU I am more then happy to follow there but if he dosn't it is going to be more then impossible for me to say no to SMU. LOL. I know he will lead me down the right path- it is just difficult to see which way that is. He will let me know when the time is right.
For everyone in school who is doing the Econ project- do you understand the Finacial Plan, because I DON'T and I am having SERIOUS problems. I think I am just going to have to turn the project in tomorrow incomplete. It is going to be really bad. Ugh! Well Econ is killing me, but I am just really happy that this past week is over, now I can breath... untill A Christmas Carol opens at the Dallas Theater Center then my life turns upside down and inside out... again. Oh well, I keep going back because I love it. So, I know it will be fun. This weekend has actually been the most relaxing I have had yet. I hope everyone gets to get some rest as well.

The short version:
-Kiss Me Kate
-College auditions
-My mom is AWESOME
-Econ project... sucks!

Senior Angst

Hello everyone,
I know I havn't posted in a little while- sorry. I have gotten notices (e-mails, text messages, and voicemails) about my slow writing, but there is nothing I can say other then- I try to produce the best blogg every time and it takes a while for me to make the creative juices turn. Now to buissness:
College applications were due yesterday and I sent in my number one. It was so sureal to send it in. Now my future at my number one school is up to the admissions council- in other words, it is completely out of my hands and there is nothing more I can do to help myself. For everyone's entertainment here is my essay that I sent in with my application:

Dear Diary, October 13, 2007
This morning is unbelievable. My roommate, Danielle, decided that she is going to make breakfast for me. She is even ordering a mail order butler! Sitting up in my queen sized, four poster bed, I took the silver tray containing my scrambled egg, 3 bacon strips, steaming bowl of grits, and warm glass of English breakfast tea, from my mail order, Herbert. Herbert is dressed in a tux, with tails, and a vest. I get out of bed after finishing my breakfast and put on my usual apparel: jeans and a tee-shirt. Shockingly as I am glancing in the mirror, I realize I am wearing Danielle's jeans- and she is a size 4! Somehow magically in the night I had dropped 25 pounds. I had dropped the freshmen 25 before I even gained it. Who knew that college could be so rewarding? Standing outside my dorm is Albert, my driver, with a golf cart, ready to drive me to my first class of the day. I am arriving at my first class, World History 101, 10 minutes ahead of time so I can get a seat that is appropriately discreet--not right in front of the lectern stand. This is the only class I am dreading. I am frightened because I think that all expected one hundred students will be inspired, loud history fanatics, just like the old boring teacher will be. Stepping into the conference room, I am flabbergasted. There are only 5students and my teacher, a handsome, young, and recent art history graduate from Oxford University, and happened to be one of the most beautiful people ever (plus he is British!). He looks like the love child of Ewan McGreggor and Scarletta Johansen: beautiful blonde hair, the body of a dancer, and the eyes of Elijah Wood. I am stopped in my tracks, and have to remind myself that my mouth is not a gaping hole and that everyone probably does not want to see it. This is going to be a great day.
Dear Diary, October 13, 2007
I wake up to the aroma of body odor, and foot scum- The socks and dirty tee-shirt my room-mate, Danielle, who preferred to be called Danny, had thrown off and put right next to my head the night before, are covering the abrasive neon readout on my blinking alarm clock. The only thing I want to do to the screaming alarm clock is ram it against the wall and make it stop shouting. I move to grab it, and catching a small glimpse of the time, I realize I have, by luck, woken up 7 minutes before my first class. I struggle to sit up in my single bed with the missing springs that had sunk so low I might as well have slept on the floor, and find that breakfast would be no more than a Slim Fast Optima (at least it was chocolate) and a three day old banana, that is trapped under Danny's laundry basket- yum. So I struggle into my sweat pants, tee- shirt, and sweat shirt. I run down the four flights of stairs and get onto the front steps of my dorm. The sun is beating down hard, so I try to take my sweat shirt off. As I pull the wrinkled, poly-blend mess over my head I hear from the depths of cloth, whooping, and cat calls. I don’t understand why until my struggle with the sweat shirt is finally over, and I realize that my sweatshirt had taken my shirt captive, and I am standing in the middle of the boulevard with nothing more than my black bra, and sweat pants on. Much to the amusement of everyone in the quad and on the ground, my bare stomach is exposed to the campus, forever to be posted on the cell phone memories, and digital camera cards. Unfortunately when I get to my class tired, disgruntled, embarrassed, and five minutes late, I have to take the seat located three feet from the teacher's lectern. So I take the walk of shame down the auditorium steps, followed by cheers and claps of those who have seen my magnificent performance that morning on the boulevard. I even hear a, 'Nice bod," which I return with a cold look, but am secretly pleased. My teacher is older than the first Guttenberg Bible and smells of moldy cheese and moth balls. I pull out my lap top to start taking notes on what I think is the French and Indian War, but ends up being the Spanish American War, when I realized I have left my power cord in my dorm room and after 16 minutes of feverish note taking, I am forced into an existence of writer's cramp and pen refills. When the final minutes of class approached, I have to approach the teacher and explain my reasons for being late. This is going to be a very, very bad day. “I want my mommy.”

Ultimately my future is unknown to anyone. I have hopes and dreams of what it could be, and fears of what it might fail to become, but there is no way of knowing what my life will be. My hopes and aspirations are what carry me through the days. The tribulations and trophies are what shape my present and future. Even though these two situations may never come true (and that might be a blessing on both ends) I am simply a girl full of hopes and good intentions. I can neither be a princess nor a fool, but only myself- the best me I can be.

I know it is long but I thought you would enjoy it. I thought it was fun.
Halloween was a blast. I got to hang out with my mom while answering the door and we got to catch up. She just got home from Italy and we havn't really caught up. It was so much fun to talk with her. Ultimately this week has been pretty good. Other then the play everything has been going well. I am really woried about the performance next week. I am afraid it is not ready and will crash and burn. I know it wont but the end is not nearly as flowing as the begining. I hope that the pace will pick up at some point. Oh goodness- I hope it starts to form better at the end. Oh well. See you then.

The Short Version:
-Sorry about the slow post
-My college essay
-Talking with my mom
-Worry about the show
-By the way- I don't have a date... still