Babysitting and The Curious Savage and Debate and Quartets

Whoa! This is so cool . . . I was looking through Mrs. Wyse's old yearbook when I was babysitting tonight . . . because it was just sitting there . . . and, in 1986, her senior year, the play at ECHS was The Curious Savage! She wasn't in it, I don't think (it didn't give a cast list, but it had several-- captioned-- pictures), but she was treasurer of the drama club/Thespians at the time. I think that's pretty cool. The chick who played Fairy May was like blond or sandy-haired, and she was a little chunkier than me, but she had like horn-rimmed glasses which were probably better . . .

Anyway, I thought that was pretty cool.

I wonder if I will get a part for the musical. The tryouts are on Monday, and I still have this sore throat . . . and I can't sing, anyway . . .

Hmm . . . I checked out two books from the library on the 1948 UN (or, at least, "Great Debates of the UN" or "The UN: The First Fifty Years" with things in them ABOUT the UN of 1948 . . . but I don't know how much that will help me. This still really, really sucks that I don't have a country yet. I'm scared that I'm going to be in there all, all alone. I'm going to make a fool of myself and get sick or something, like Laura in the Glass Menagerie.

I don't know where that metaphor came from.

I'm trying to remember something that keeps popping up back in my mind, something about grass and golf shoes and summer dresses, by a creek, by a house by a hill . . .

Come to think of it, it reminds me of The Great Gatsby . . . but it's not . . . it's some memory from somewhere, from something . . .

I have finally figured out how to conquer this computer by pulling up AOL on my mom's screen name (because mine doesn't pop up for some reason-- or it freezes) and then pulling up Internet Explorer, right next to it, and using that. Hey, it actually eliminates parental controls, too ^_^

I just can't check mail or use my favorites, lol . . .

I still have to write that damn debate, too. I don't want to have to go somewhere overnight. I really don't. Not with people I don't know, I don't . . . or least don't know well and don't feel comfortable with. I'm not going to letter in Speech anyway, and even if I did, or even if I did go to State, I can't go, anyway, because that's the day of Solo and Ensemble and I HAVE to do that, because I've done it longer and it's my last time ever to do it, too . . .

This song "Adagio for Strings" by William Orbit is very pretty and I wouldn't mind playing it in a quartet but it is so very slow and long and I could tell we would never in a million years find the music for it, lol . . . plus it sounds spacey, like they added stuff to it . . .

My dad gets way too much of a kick out of that show, Jimmy Neutron. Anyway. I just thought I'd mention that, lol . . .

Babysitting and The Curious Savage and Debate and Quartets

Whoa! This is so cool . . . I was looking through Mrs. Wyse's old yearbook when I was babysitting tonight . . . because it was just sitting there . . . and, in 1986, her senior year, the play at ECHS was The Curious Savage! She wasn't in it, I don't think (it didn't give a cast list, but it had several-- captioned-- pictures), but she was treasurer of the drama club/Thespians at the time. I think that's pretty cool. The chick who played Fairy May was like blond or sandy-haired, and she was a little chunkier than me, but she had like horn-rimmed glasses which were probably better . . .

Anyway, I thought that was pretty cool.

I wonder if I will get a part for the musical. The tryouts are on Monday, and I still have this sore throat . . . and I can't sing, anyway . . .

Hmm . . . I checked out two books from the library on the 1948 UN (or, at least, "Great Debates of the UN" or "The UN: The First Fifty Years" with things in them ABOUT the UN of 1948 . . . but I don't know how much that will help me. This still really, really sucks that I don't have a country yet. I'm scared that I'm going to be in there all, all alone. I'm going to make a fool of myself and get sick or something, like Laura in the Glass Menagerie.

I don't know where that metaphor came from.

I'm trying to remember something that keeps popping up back in my mind, something about grass and golf shoes and summer dresses, by a creek, by a house by a hill . . .

Come to think of it, it reminds me of The Great Gatsby . . . but it's not . . . it's some memory from somewhere, from something . . .

I have finally figured out how to conquer this computer by pulling up AOL on my mom's screen name (because mine doesn't pop up for some reason-- or it freezes) and then pulling up Internet Explorer, right next to it, and using that. Hey, it actually eliminates parental controls, too ^_^

I just can't check mail or use my favorites, lol . . .

I still have to write that damn debate, too. I don't want to have to go somewhere overnight. I really don't. Not with people I don't know, I don't . . . or least don't know well and don't feel comfortable with. I'm not going to letter in Speech anyway, and even if I did, or even if I did go to State, I can't go, anyway, because that's the day of Solo and Ensemble and I HAVE to do that, because I've done it longer and it's my last time ever to do it, too . . .

This song "Adagio for Strings" by William Orbit is very pretty and I wouldn't mind playing it in a quartet but it is so very slow and long and I could tell we would never in a million years find the music for it, lol . . . plus it sounds spacey, like they added stuff to it . . .

My dad gets way too much of a kick out of that show, Jimmy Neutron. Anyway. I just thought I'd mention that, lol . . .