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slowly walking down the hall, faster then a cannon ball [06.06.05 @ 08:14pm] [ mood | aggravated ] [ music | champagne supernova- matt pond pa ] You've got to be kidding me. What the fuck? My whole big-ass entry about my Montreal trip, and China Town, and cathedrals, and performances, and my tanning disaster, and the Life of Pi, and summer, and my haircut looking like the 4th member of Hanson, and the Harry Potter computer game is GONE. It was massive and informative and is now DELETED. That pisses me off. My good mood is ruined. Thanks LiveJournal, thanks a lot. Tommorow, maybe? A detailed, congenial re-cap will be sufficent. I think it's too early for a countdown to Montana. That is sad. My one thing to look forward to this summer: two-weeks at theater camp. How's everyone else's summer? More satisfactory then mine, I hope. UH| HUH

delusions of grandeur.... [05.15.05 @ 11:36am] [ mood | intimidated ] [ music | defying gravity- wicked ] Good news: I've been such a studious student that I've not updated for weeks now. Bad news: I'm procrastining on my health project to sum up my life for you all. Last night was fun. I took part in a murder mystery party in which I was the murderer. Hah. The uni-bomber better watch out! ;) Friday I watched Phantom again. I went over to Besty's house and had blast. Her family is so welcoming and genuine. I guess that's what comes of being a pastor's daughter. I'm gearing up to go to Montreal right after school. I hope it will be fun. I say hope because I've been getting really tired of my show choir (who I'm going with to tour) I've been doing it for 12 years now, and everyone is just getting so old. It's the same thing day after day. But it's actually been getting worse lately. I just feel really lonely and insignificant whenever I'm there, and that's doing wonders for my self-esteem. Next year will probably be the time to let it go. As far as I'm concerned, nothing's been lost. They've given me a backbone to go and do other things and I suppose I'm grateful for that. The directors will be pissed though, because I signed a two year contract last year, which was a bit fishy to begin with, for me. But I'll have my mom deal with that part. Montreal is supposedly a really clean city, and in the middle of the night, they have street sweepers that come and clean the cobblestone walk-ways. It will be nice just to travel there. Enough of my ranting. I'm sick of teachers putting days-left-of-school counts on their boards. It's getting me too anxious for my own good. I doubt I'll be able to update for a while, what with finals and end-of-year happenings. Everyone else is in the same boat, I'm sure. So, take care. It's all almost over.... You know, one last thought that just came to my head: a school year is like having a child. At the beginning, everyone is all excited for the up-coming year, towards the middle you start to "show" and get a little tired with everything going on. And in the end, you just want it all too end, and have to give it one last "push" before everything is ok again. Oh jeez. Comparing school to child-birth....Something's wrong with me. UH| HUH

Behind the curtain, in the pantomime [04.29.05 @ 07:30pm] [ mood | not applicable ] [ music | scarecrow- beck ] It's hard to keep the days straight because whoever is running my life has pointed the Giant Remote at me and pushed Pause. Days just ooze by, one after another. Breakfast, lunch and dinner chez Hutchinson provide the reccommended daily dose of chaos. I eat on an irregular basis. Perfect stressful week for Avery to assign that Eating Journal. You can bet I won't put in there, that I had a complete binging session when I got home from shows today. Classwork and homework are produced by a machine: The Riley-a-tron, operating at a surprisingly tolerable performance level despite the harsh conditions. By Thursday, I have a few things to add the Quantom Futures List: - Create a new career: Chaos Manager - Rehabilitate the title: Domestic Godess - Gain the respect of. everybody. I feel like I've been chopped into tiny pieces of Riley, and all my pieces look like me, and talk like me, and walk like me and act just the right way, but they are all lost in this maze. Riley #1 says the maze has always been there, I'm just seeing it for the first time. Riley #2 says its nonsense, it's time to go to bed. She can be a real bitch sometimes... If I didn't have the stage to make me forget, forget everything, then I'd go insane. But it's all piling up. Already. 1-acts will be over tomorrow, and it will be time to buckle down. Tomorrow, I'll cry again, and my hands will shake, and I'll do worse up there then I think I did. Am I lacking confidence, or just ability? I refuse to cave in, though. It's all a matter of time, the way I see it. All a matter of time before I start to feel some real confidence, and have solid grades in school, and perform on stage in a successful way, and have the boy. I'm suprised at myself for confronting optimism so openly and so quickly. Normally, whenever I get into these kind of things- where things are coming to close and winding tightly down. I seem sad, and am, I guess. But I'm also acceptant towards change and endings. It can't stay like this for long though. Soon, I'll be hysterically stressed, and then I'll be like this again, and then I'll be content and joyous. The lines between my days and nights are blurring. The night is filled with the calls of birds, and the smell of wind, and I want to run for miles. UH| HUH

so much for their street lights, they're never gonna guide you home [04.13.05 @ 05:35pm] [ mood | disappointed ] [ music | So Sweet ] Oh heavens. I owe you guys a big one. Beginning? Donde esta? A highlight: My 1st annual Wrestle Mania party. It was ABSOLUTE HUMAN CARNAGE! ...not too mention one hell of an awesome time. A mowlight: Health. Math. No suprises there. Oh yeah- the Pope died. Poor guy... A...middlelight?: Say hello to your friendly sales cashier at Barros. Starting June 1st, I will not be in debt 64 dollars. "Thank you for calling Barros. Is this for pick-up or deilvery?" Got that down pat. I'm dancing again. It feels so great to be sore again. How I've missed the mirrored room... When I'm old, I think I'm going to have serious health problems. I always hurt myself. Unintentionally. My mother says since I'm young, it doesn't hurt or affect me as much. Does that mean when I'm old...er I will feel a bruise I got 30-some odd years ago. That would be funny. Just randomly clutch my rib when I'm 45 and yelp in pain. Hah. Weird how my mind works. Everything else is fine. A fine struggle. I've built an immunity to crap happening. Trying to make all the wheels turn. (What a terrible metaphore. Forgive me.) It's probably too early to be stressing about finals, right? Yeah, that's what I thought. Damn. I need a days-left-of-school count. UH| HUH

How can they see with sequins in their eyes? [03.28.05 @ 02:19pm] [ mood | in pain. ] [ music | les miserables soundtrack ] Break de la Spring has finally begun, and I started it out on a seemingly painful note. At 10 today, I got 2 teeth extracted (or "pulled"- why dentists like to use more formal terminology to make things seem less painful is a mystery to me) This makes 7 teeth total that I've had to have pulled out by someone other then myself or my dad. From these experiences, if someone where to ask me what my biggest childhood and present day fear is, I would not respond with the dark, the monsters under my bed, death, or heights. I would firmly and frightfully say- THE DENTIST. Getting the teeth themselves pulled out didn't hurt as much as the Novacaine, which is probably not spelled right, or when the Novacaine wore off. I came home, took some Tylenol, watched Sixteen Candles, drank a strawberry milkshake, and now I feel a little better. On Saturday, I went to Alexa's surprise birthday party. We went to see Guess Who (the racist movie) and then out to Red Robin after. It was fun. The movie was far too long, and I got all jumpy towards the end, but then we went to the resteraunt and ate burgers and cake, got free broken cell phones and like Peter Pan would've done, sucked in waay too much helium. Delightful. This was also the night my father lost his soul. For a few days at least. Long story short, UA lost the game to get into the Final 4...March Madness... family is full of die-hard fans, all mad that I wasn't at home to "support the team" which in my uncle's eyes is why we lost. Because I wasn't physically at home cheering them on. Sunday, did the whole Easter thing with the family...which I'm sure you all want to hear about. This spring break is going to consist of me sleeping, eating, and my sad attempts at obtaining a tan. UH| HUH

snap out of it. [03.17.05 @ 03:24pm] [ mood | god damn the pollen ] [ music | nunca ] Beauty and the Beast is over. It's bittersweet. I'll miss that show. I didn't think I would, but I'm going to. After singing those songs in your sleep for two months, you grow quite attached to them. The next step was Senior One-Acts. Auditions were last night. I suprised myself, and was nervous to tears. I wasn't going to try out, but Bryan made me. hahha... I didn't really care what part I got, or what show I was cast in, but I cold read for Chealsea's and I really liked the clingy, overzealous secretary I read for. She wasn't annoying, she truly loved the guy, and it was really differnent from my part in Beauty and the Beast, and I liked that. At call backs, Chelsea said, "I've seen you perform, now give me more." That made my desire stronger, and I really wanted do good, but I read with Anthony and everyone looks like someone sat on them compared to him. He's just so good. But then I also got called back for Ashley Elliot's play, which was odd because I hadn't even read for that. Long story short- I ended up getting a part in Ashley's one-act: Breaking Up is Hard to Do. I'm excited. My character is an old woman, and it'll be hard for me. I want to learn, and I want to be helped, so hopefully that's what will come of it. Chelsea's is going to be great. Especially since Christie and Dana got the parts I tried out for. They will be amazing. Much better then I ever could have done. So it worked out alright. Oddly, I'm insanely jealous of the people who get to go see Josh Groban tonight. I don't even like him, just that one song he sings: You Raise Me Up...that'd be wicked to see live. My allergies were awful today. Just awful. My eyes are all itchy, and my head is clogged. eww. Mom and I went to Smoothie King and Port of Subs after school today. That was nice of her considering she feels just as crappy as I do. I feel like watching Moonstruck. I adore that movie. Cher is so cool. In that at least. But not when she's wearing ass-less leather chaps. UH| HUH

And now I wonder how I was made... [03.09.05 @ 06:53pm] [ mood | -ish ] [ music | driftwood: a fairy tale ] I've never been so tired before. Shows went great last weekend. So great. We all went out to T.G.I Friday's after the show on Saturday. It was the most fun I've had in an abnormally long amount of time. Everything was humorous. We performed Be Our Guest for half the bar. China and Casey caught unwanted attention. Casey found 1000 dollars and got herself a free brownie. Or something. Bryan told us the story of how he and Christie met at the hotel gym in Barbados. And I believed it. It's a chore to get through this week. I'll be sad when all this is over. The following is a sample of what went through my mind last Friday, opening night. Finally. It's all come down to this. Breathe. Get into character. Make it Tony-worthy. Oh God. I really might vomit. Here it goes. Paranoia. Tense sholders. Breathe. Just do it...I can't. Here I go. Did I shut off my curling iron? Back to reality. I love my father. I really do. He made me his infamous French toast for dinner tonight. It was to die for. All syrup-y and cinnamon-y. Anyone who's had my dad's french toast knows. It's utopia on a fork. Seriously. On Sunday, I got a thoughtful, poetic book and the Cursive CD. Much love goes out to T-Dawg for giving me my new sleeping music and my new muse. One project down in English. One to go. One in Health. One in Bio. What fresh hell is all this? I do not approve. I'm starting to get sick. Don't tell my mom. Please leave me by Friday... UH| HUH

oh wow. [02.26.05 @ 09:55pm] [ mood | baah ] [ music | o.c-mix 2 ] I can't feel any part of my lifeless body. I was at the Fine Arts Center from 9am to about 50 minutes ago. Today was the last Saturday before opening night. I can't believe we're going to be ready or not ready in 6 days. I felt ver productive today there. I rehearsed and when I wasn't practicing I made costumes or painted or something... Friday was really great. Lauryn's party was so cute. It was just me, Miya, Jess and Ash and Lauryn and her family. We went to Joe's Crab Shack down in Tempe. I love that place officially now. Then we went back to her place and ate rainbow sprinkle frosting bundt cake and opened presents and her mom drove us home. I hadn't gotten the chance to actually hang out with my friends in a long time, so it was a really nice breather. The new season of Degrassi is in full swing. And I'm utterly addicted. How pathetic is it that instead of doing something fun on a Friday night, I'm home watching TV. but hey, that's fun. to me. hahh. Craig is so hot when he's violent and destructive. JT and Liberty...oh jeez. I sense a future Craig and Ashley... Oscar's are tomorrow. Everyone watch. Goodbye. UH| HUH

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