the stress is gone....!

hooray. no more play. no more mr. easton. at least not until tomorrow. when there are auditions for "scrooged". which i need to decide whether or not i'm trying out for. either way, i'm going to the auditions, since i have to chaperone mr. tessen to make sure he tries out. mr. easton says he'd be perfect :D:D

but yes. the stress is gone. i have spent more time in the very cramped backstage area of charley's than i ever wanted to spend, i have gotten to know some very interesting people a little better than i had ever perhaps desired, and i have determined, without a doubt, the exact sexual orientation of a few select persons.

it's a relief. i supposed i'll miss it. just not tonight.

SAT scores come out on thursday. yikes!!

ACT is on saturday. so is youth conference. which i am wearing shorts to. hehe.

caroline is definitely hanging out with taylor this week, since she didn't see her for a whole week last week and missed her like...a LOT.

;)

have you seen "blood diamond"?

no?

well. i lack taylor's enviable tact, so i will tell you frankly: watch it. there's an eye-opener if there ever was one.

i think i've figured it out. it took me a little while and a whole lot of self-centeredness, but i think it's a little more ironed-out than it was before. i think i definitely will be a journalist. it seems like the only way to get things done, since i'm too cynical and don't have the patience for politics. journalism seems like it would cater a little more to an attitude of impatience.

i dunno, though. we're 17. what do we know about life? all we know is what we see in the movies. and face it: everything's prettier in the perfect light and when captured at the perfect angle with the right lens. everything's a little more clean-cut when accompanied with razor-sharp dialogue and beautiful actors to romanticize everything. it's like reading poetry about something like a suicide. you don't usually read poetry about something like that, right? but it's the only way you'll ever find a connection to it, since you obviously haven't experienced it yourself.


so what're we supposed to do? should we be ashamed that the only experience we have is through the movie screen? are we supposed to just take what we can get where we can get it and run with it? do we question our sources or just overwhelm them with gratitude?

do we question what our parents teach us nearly enough?

do NOT open your test booklets until i tell you to do so

today, the SIS senior class (minus dan bi and han sol and plus jae hee and taylor) conquered the SAT.

successfully, i might add.

a few of my favorites anecdotes:
1.) melissa forgetting her calculator.
2.) the text i received from melissa at 3:30pm, about 2 hours after the test ended, begging me to meet her at her car in the parking lot because she was scared to go into the testing room alone. stupid cellphone.
3.) taylor's wonderful friend wen who let melissa borrow one of the three calculators she brought (and had a pack of extra batteries for)
4.) kento forgetting his admission ticket
5.) the nice people still letting kento in, even without his admission ticket
6.) the scathing look taylor's friend jamie gave me when taylor mentioned that i was slightly moronic (in so many words) for wearing shorts and a sweatshirt to the test, since it was being proctored in antarctica
7.) taylor's lucky charms shirt (which hopefully, when paired with my lucky giraffe earrings, brought all of us sufficient luck)
8.) jae hee not closing her test book or something like that and the proctor lady getting all mad at her (melissa pointed this out after the fact...i only saw the unsettled expression on jae hee's face :P love you, jae hee !! :D)
9.) looking over at melissa to find her crossing her eyes and sticking her tongue out

the SAT has been banished to the far corners of the earth. or at least until december. when the subject tests come along. but who needs those? :P

this is my dot. the dog ate the rest.

eeek. i discovered today that my next play goes up in two weeks. mr. easton gave me the, "yes, i told you this, but you were too freaked out about the OTHER play" to realize it look. i felt slightly dumb. but only slightly. line memorization should probably start right about...now.

so jenjen tells me today that she, vanessa, emelaine, and a couple of other girls are finally so fed up with the church guys that they are going to ask their non-member friends to the next dance. which is next week. the night of my play. which gets me off the hook for the dance, i think. hooray :D

good things come in strange packages.

i discoved today that mr. easton knows imelda staunton. help me out here, henry. dolores umbridge from "harry potter", as well as oscar nominee for "vera drake" a couple of years ago. he doesn't just KNOW her. he DIRECTED her. and i totally didn't discover this information by listening in on mr. easton's conversation with this other actor dude while pretending to be studying my lines. apparently, he swears a LOT when not talking to high school kids. who woulda thunk? :O

saturday is the big day...the SAT day...*insert scared/anxious/nervous/frustrated/terrified smiley here* i'm not sure whether or not to study. stupid question, i know. but still.

tomorrow is a trip to taylor's house. a trip. haha. a 2.5 minute drive. always fun. even with the missionaries. who still make me nervous. heaven knows why. well, actually. heaven probably does know. perhaps i should inquire. :O

downs and ups and ups and downs

ladies and gentlemen, i present to you: "Up the Down Staircase"

we did it!! and made it to the front page of the Tribune this morning.

i don't think i've ever been so proud of anything. :)

dramadramadrama.

so i thought about it, and then i thought about it, and after that i thought about it some more, and ultimately came up with this conclusion: i have absolutely nothing to blog about.

my play, the one i'm directing, the one that's driving me totally and completely bonkers, goes up this week. friday, saturday, saturday. they are SO not ready. but, i suppose that's okay. after all, they're the ones onstage. not me. i just wish they'd have a little pride in themselves. i have pride in them! unfortunately, that doesn't always translate quite as you'd hoped.

my other play, the one i'm acting in, is a little scary. my character has this boyfriend, and he's possibly the creepiest-looking guy i've ever seen. i know we're not supposed to make hasty judgement or whatever, but you know how sometimes you look down the grocery isle, see someone, and decide to go to the next isle? that's something i would do upon seeing this guy. plus, he's like 6 inches shorter than i am and has hair about as long as mine. please, please spare me and don't come see this play. it is going to be very, very odd.

the miamaids sang this morning. they were fantastic! i was thrilled for them. i was even more thrilled with the enthusiasm from the YW about our new song. it even made up for the lack of enthusiasm from the leaders. :P

saipanisms

what can i say? tori inspired me. thanks tor! :D

You know you're on Saipan when:

• White people are called haolies (howl-ees)(Hawaiian for "without breath")
• When you order milk you are asked, "Do you want it warm, or cold?"
• "Plenty" means "a lot," as in, "Miss, I have plenty homework"
• Silver or gold teeth are a status symbol on adults. The kids have them until their permanent teeth come in
• Spam is not low class– it's a delicacy available in 10 varieties
• Saying a bar is a "karaoke club" is another way of saying it is a strip club or brothel
• The roads are: Beach Road, Middle Road and Airport Road– the rest have names, but no one cares what they are
• Your directions for the pizza guy sound something like this: "Go down Beach Road to Chalan Piao. Take the road that takes you behind the Mobil across from the Pacific Gardenia Hotel– it's the house right there, on the corner."
• You have a maid when you're making $16,000/year
• You have to sell your maid to be able to afford to eat KFC
• Skinny people are all Japanese tourists
• You can't buy alcohol (except in a bar) after 10pm– unless you sweet-talk the Korean shopkeeper
• Your children's school snack consists of a large bag of chips, eggs, or sashimi
• No one has a mailbox (or address, for that matter). Everyone has a P.O. Box.
• Someone says "A.C." and are looked at as though they're speaking Latin.
• Off and On are verbs (as in, "Can you off the air con?")
• The power goes out several times a week
• You're not late until next week
• TVs a week behind, which is good (then you'll know whether it's worth your time to catch the latest episode of grey's anatomy)
• Speed bumps outnumber traffic lights by the hundreds
• 40mph feels like 80mph
• You can walk just about anywhere, but you're crazy if you do. The sidewalks begin in a no particular spot and end randomly
• Kids of all ages can see any movie at any time
• Police officers give hitchhikers a lift
• When your name is "Miss" regardless
• When you can wear Birkenstocks to your real professional job
• When kids play with cinder blocks for fun (why not?)

I don't know who came up with this list, but I'm pretty sure it was some teacher from Kansas or something. All of it seems normal!
New people must be so puzzled.