pants.

With new school years... comes new confusion.
Oysh gabibble.
I just read the last year or so in my blogs (mind you, that's like a grand total of three posts) and after that... it's like, "WOW, MURIE, DID YOU HAVE A BOYFRIEND OR SOMETHING?" Well cheah.
So that ended.
On my terms.
Fun stuff.
So school is exhausting. For the majority of the last weeks, I've spent over 12 hours at school a day. I am so tired. My schedule is wake up, school, rehearsal, yearbook, psatprep, home, homework, try to sleep. Lather rinse repeat....
...which is why I'm blogging.
Speaking of rehearsal. Mrs. Shomper is at it again with Romeo and Juliet, yours truly starring as the title character... the Nurse. But no, seriously, the nurse is what's up. She's making it neo modern. All boys in skinny jeans. You want monks? No, you get matrixesque religiousmaybe figures. I want to wear momjeans so bad.
I miss nysssa. I miss being with those people every day because I can feel myself growing apart from certain kids and ahhh. Sometimes I'll just look up in class and say to myself "Gosh, it's 8:52. I'm late to being early to movement class." And it's so weird to not have coffee in my hand, striding up the stairs to the dance studio in my rehearsal skirt and legwarmers, ready learn how to minuet.
I never posted all summer. Huh. I was going to have a nysssa blog. But I was too busy... hahaha. I thought I would have time to blog... yeeeeah.
Camp Cory was, as ever, a success. My cabin kicked butt, and I believe that I was the king of the counselors, as, that's right, I won the Game. The ace of diamonds is now named after me.
These have abruptly stopped being funny. maybe I should journal for real HA THAT'D BE REAL OLDSCHOOL.

New Post

Blogging. It happens.
New school year, new stress.
After NYSSSA, of course, this is all busy work.
I miss the days when the most horrifying thing was Lizzy, who, despite my lingering terror, I think I love to death. Oh, to be yelled at for schmacting, or for masturbating on stage, or for not telling my story truthfully. Oh, to be making the eiffel tower out of ice cream, oh to be seducing josef. Why did I have to leave? Life changing. It was life changing.
Did you know that I am horribly shy? That I can't stand to be in the spotlight if I have to be myself? That all previous conceptions of love I had were incorrect? That snorting powdered sugar you found lying around in the common room is a great idea? That I have made some of the best friends I will ever have? That maybe, just maybe, I, as just me, will always be enough?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rjFaenf1T-Y
Well, that was a nice crying rant I just went on.
Junior Year. Is happening.
I am so busy, my entire week went like this: rehearsal for R&J, yearbook, homecoming responsibilities.
Last night was fun though. The dance was a sock hop, which most people hated. I loved it. I finally got to make a poodle skirt, a pursuit I lost all hope of when my best friend in fourth grade told me that "everyone does that, it's tacky" we all went out for milkshakes and everyone dressed up and we danced the night away - the twist, charleston, lindy, swing.
On a silly note, Juniors lost homecoming. Again.
The skit got second place though, so I'm fine. Whatever.
Okay, I'm mostly done. Thing of note: confusion. I wish I was asexual. Like a lot.

the three gs of imperialism: gold, glory, god... and girls!

remember that time, oh, that time when i auditioned for nysssa?
and i really, really, sucked?

i am one of thirty students, chosen from all of new york, who has been invited to the new york state summer school of the art's school of theater. not toe damned bad.
i'm a champion.
no one reads this, so i'd just like to take an un-judged second to just stew in how excellent this is. i was chosen, out of over 450 students. 6% of those kiddos were chosen. .2% of those kiddos are me.
mindblowing.
i'm still so shocked.
i might be kinda really good at this acting thing.
okay so i'm done.

i don't even know what else to write.

oh, the yearbook is indeed finished. (i'm just running over with grand news.) and i was indeed credited as an editor - the sole editor - of the minimag. fwa-cha!... and stuff.

i saw dr horribles live the other day. it was interesting. dr horrible had a ponytail. the bad horse chorus was positively wonderful though. speaking of musicals, godspell is coming up. i do declare that everything sucks, except for possibly everything that has to do with jeremy. he is such a delight.

enough rambling. i'm not even going to read this over. i'm sure it's less than... stellar, but you know.

this title is relevant to my piece.

my index of posts is full of half written bites of nonsense, mostly starting with "so much has happened since i last posted"
but really, so much has.
i guess i'm not blogging anymore since i don't really feel like i have a reason.

not to step on any toes here, but let's be serious.

i suppose cara's blogging... if she reads other people's....

heavens, i've had quite the busy day.
it started with my nysssa audition.
i was really excited.
really, really, excited.
i did a monologue from twelfth night and the effect of gamma rays on the man in the moon marigolds.
really, really, excited.
i was sent away with a "some people have to try out multiple times before getting in"

really, really, excited.

in other news... i've been essentially made an editor of the yearbook, which is beyond wonderful. not only am i an editor, but i will be overseeing the best portion: the minimag. i'm not quite sure for which purpose the minimag was created, but i like to think it was for made especially for the weird (a little too) creative kids that shirk their yearbook responsibilities for the more productive task of going on to dictionary.com and amusing fellow staff members by making a symphony out of the little pronouncer dude saying various silly words... and were thus condemned to write humorous blurbs about things people generally don't care about. and that, my friends, is what i will be doing next year. the writing, that is. i did the symphony thing this year. and got kicked out of the meeting.
i imagine it's kind of like what having my very own column in trapezoid would be like, only it's 16 pages long and it doesn't have any requirements, much less a set in stone deadline.
(watch someone from yearbook find this and decide i'm not 'editor material'.)

tomorrow is valentines day.
i'm still dating that kid.
i asked him to be romantic for valentines day.
he said "murie, do you know who you're dating?"
we're going out for dinner though, which will be nice.
but you know...

alex jones shaved all his lovely hair off and i simply can't deal with it.

that about sums up my life at this moment in time.

oh, and i had a muffin for breakfast.