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tabular_rasaI am still so hyper . . . that is a definite aspect of my personality, picking up characters I play. I am playing a crazy, happy, hyper girl, and now suddenly, I am acting as such.
Actually, I was very energetic today. Everyone else seemed dead. I'm always the foil.
I knew I was going to do badly on that Economics test. I got a B (yeah, yeah, you all say, a B's not so bad . . . I think it's bad, so leave me alone).
I am MAD about one thing in my day. In Orchestra, we fundraise, as usual. Now, usually, they do the presentation, hand me the order forms, I take them home, and throw them away. No, not this year. He hands us five coupon books and says they're $20 each, and we have to sell them. You can't lose them or throw them away, or you have to pay for them. You can't bring them back. IS THAT WRONG OR WHAT??? I don't fundraise. I haven't since I was a Brownie Girl Scout and was cute and actually had TIME to go around to my dad's office with a little read wagon and sell them to people that just couldn't refuse. Yet now . . . who wants to buy coupon books-- which, I might add, every other organization and their dog sells, so everyone has one-- from some teenager so they can get new uniforms? I really don't give a damn if we get new uniforms. Even if we do, we won't get them until I have graduated. Besides, during my senior year, I want to use the same uniforms I've always used, for tradition.
So, at first, I freaked out and started breathing heavily, and was like, "I don't go door-to-door. I just don't DO that sort of thing. I am shy. That freaks the hell out of me." Then he was like, "Well, this will help you work on it."
Then I went on a rant about arbitrary authority and how he was a dictator and we ought to overthrow him. Still nothing. So then I said that everyone else already had them, and none of my Memorial friends would buy them, and my neighbor's wife just died and I sure as hell wasn't going to peddle to him.
He was still unmoved, and said just to try. Then Jim was all like, "Just do it." So then I went on a rant about dutiful people and not standing up for their rights, and then I said that fine, I'd probably do it, after all, I'd just go down complaining. That's how I operate, and I've had to explain it to Dad quite often, from time to time . . . I will do it, just as long as you let me be obviously pissed about it. If I have to be chipper . . . you can freaking forget it.
So . . . anyone want to buy a coupon book that only works in the Elkhart area and has a Mr. B on it? You know, the psychotic mosquito riding a thunderbolt? It's so attractive and beautiful.
Oh, wait, let me rephrase that: YOU HAVE TO BUY IT. *Takes $20, hands over the book, and runs.*
I think Mr. Briddell hates me now, or thinks I'm a brat. Hey, why not make it a complete sum of all Orchestra directors?
The fall play practice, however, was much better. It was awesome. We were doing character work, which is right up my alley. Here are some funny things related to that (I will be kind and save you some room on your friends pages).
Just . . . before I start . . . can anyone think of someone like Fairy May (as if you know what she's like, lol)? Bubbly, attention-seeking-- but not sexually attention-seeking-- chronic liar, feels immensely guilty, almost to the point of manic-depression, when she is scolded or made to feel ashamed? We get bonus points if they look like them: I am supposed to have dark hair, pale skin, rosy cheeks, and glasses-- me, basically. I don't really need to think of anyone better. Olivia Hussey with spectacles? I really, really don't know. Obviously she doesn't fit the personality. I can think of REAL people like Fairy May . . . Nichole is an swful lot like her, and Lindsey Huang, too . . . funny thing is, both of them seem to be using it as a defense, a hiding for something much deeper. Hence, hmm, I should be hiding something, too . . . actually, considering my attention-seeking need, perhaps I could say I came from a large family and never got enough attention, keeping with the Lindsey theme . . . because they never say why Fairy May got committed. I also suggested Mika, a character from my story, but that just illicited a laughing response.
Mr. Ong: What actor, actress, or person is most like your character?
Me: I see no movies. I have no idea.
Amber: Ooh! I have lots of movies at my house.
Me: Right, because I can just go over to your house and watch all of your movies before tomorrow.
[Lily Belle] (I don't know her name): I don't really know, either.
Me: *actually has one; throws hands up in the air.* Bellatrix Lestrange!
Everyone: Who?
Me: *throws hands up in the air.* Bellatrix Lestrange! She's from Harry Potter!
Mr. Ong: Which movie?
Me: It's not from the movies; she doesn't show up until the 4th and 5th books.
Everyone: *disappointed* Oh.
Andrew: Not Harry Potter . . .
Me: No, seriously . . . she's like Lily Belle because she's convinced her family is so wonderful, though because they're pureblooded wizards instead of being rich, and there's this scene where she's in court, and she's all defiant and refusing to submit, and disdainful of everyone as if they're beneath her, and in the end of the 5th book--
Andrew: Don't tell us!
Me: *thinking of how vicious I could be by saying she kills her cousin, since Lily Belle is mean to Andrew's character-- who is her brotherI WON'T . . . oh believe me, there are things I could give away, but I won't. ANYWAY, she talks in this like baby voice to everyone . . . and she's positively vicious, and holds no remorse . . . but that's also because in the fifth book, anyway, she's off the deep end . . . but hey . . . *Speaks very fast so that no one will cut me off*
Erik: Hey, you're right, actually.
Me: See??? I TOLD you!!!
Mr. Ong: Right. So does that help you, [Lily Belle[? Have you read Harry Potter?
[Lily Belle]: No . . . but how about in the movies? What about Draco?
Me: *defeated* Yeah, Draco works . . . he's a stuck up, rich brat. Whatever.
Mr. Ong: What does your name say about your character? Titus, that's a historical name (Titus is a pompous senator). Hannibal, that's-- no, not that guy, Andrew *Andrew does impression and is quickly shut up* He's a historical figure. Samuel . . .
Me: In the Bible, I think . . . ?
Mr. Ong: Didn't he cut the baby in half?
Dan O'Brien (Minister's son): That was Solomon!
Me: *thinks: "Sheesh, even I knew that, and I'm Bible illiterate!"*
Erik: He was the last judge (and Samuel is a judge, hey . . . ).
Mr. Ong: And Fairy, obviously, is light and breezy like a fairy--
Dan Johnson: Yeah, and gay.
Me: Right. I have a lesbian relationship with Mrs. Savage here.
Mr. Ong: And Lily Belle-- oh there's nothing for Lily Belle--
Me: *throws hands up in the air* Bellatrix Lestrange! Lily BELLE . . . BELLAtrix . . .
Everyone: *groans*
Andrew: Shut up about Harry Potter!
Me: You all talk about movies I don't understand!!!
Mr. Ong: Oh, let her have her obsession.
Mr. Ong: Now, we're going to do a little something to make sure you know your characters.
Me: *softly* Roleplay.
Mr. Ong: This will prove to me whether you've really gotten the hang of your character or not.
Me: *softly* Roleplay.
Mr. Ong: So I want you to get up, and walk around the room, and interact--
Me: Roleplay.
Mr. Ong: -- as your character.
Me: Roleplay! Oh, yes! I do this in my spare time all the time?
Dan O'Brien: *gives me weird look*
Dan Johnson: What? You're weird.
Me: Oh, shut up, It's fun (sheesh, and it helps with acting, too . . . ).
So then we wandered around the room as our characters, and I had tons of fun . . . I just got to burst into everything and yell out random lies, like, "THERE'S A TORNADO!!! RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!!!" and then freak out and dodge into the closet like it was the basement. I think mine was easiest to play.
Anyway, that was lots and lots of fun. I really like this. I am still being totally hyper, though. I am still stuck as Fairy May.
Oh, we also chatted about OCD. Someone suggested Hannibal be OCD, and it really seems to work-- since gifted people, particularly, with mathematical gifts and that sense of order and perfectionism-- seem to all be somewhat compulsive, or at least very susceptible to it. I got some weird looks when I went on about mine, until Mr. Ong pointed out, "It's not a problem until it actually messes up your life."
Actually, I was very energetic today. Everyone else seemed dead. I'm always the foil.
I knew I was going to do badly on that Economics test. I got a B (yeah, yeah, you all say, a B's not so bad . . . I think it's bad, so leave me alone).
I am MAD about one thing in my day. In Orchestra, we fundraise, as usual. Now, usually, they do the presentation, hand me the order forms, I take them home, and throw them away. No, not this year. He hands us five coupon books and says they're $20 each, and we have to sell them. You can't lose them or throw them away, or you have to pay for them. You can't bring them back. IS THAT WRONG OR WHAT??? I don't fundraise. I haven't since I was a Brownie Girl Scout and was cute and actually had TIME to go around to my dad's office with a little read wagon and sell them to people that just couldn't refuse. Yet now . . . who wants to buy coupon books-- which, I might add, every other organization and their dog sells, so everyone has one-- from some teenager so they can get new uniforms? I really don't give a damn if we get new uniforms. Even if we do, we won't get them until I have graduated. Besides, during my senior year, I want to use the same uniforms I've always used, for tradition.
So, at first, I freaked out and started breathing heavily, and was like, "I don't go door-to-door. I just don't DO that sort of thing. I am shy. That freaks the hell out of me." Then he was like, "Well, this will help you work on it."
Then I went on a rant about arbitrary authority and how he was a dictator and we ought to overthrow him. Still nothing. So then I said that everyone else already had them, and none of my Memorial friends would buy them, and my neighbor's wife just died and I sure as hell wasn't going to peddle to him.
He was still unmoved, and said just to try. Then Jim was all like, "Just do it." So then I went on a rant about dutiful people and not standing up for their rights, and then I said that fine, I'd probably do it, after all, I'd just go down complaining. That's how I operate, and I've had to explain it to Dad quite often, from time to time . . . I will do it, just as long as you let me be obviously pissed about it. If I have to be chipper . . . you can freaking forget it.
So . . . anyone want to buy a coupon book that only works in the Elkhart area and has a Mr. B on it? You know, the psychotic mosquito riding a thunderbolt? It's so attractive and beautiful.
Oh, wait, let me rephrase that: YOU HAVE TO BUY IT. *Takes $20, hands over the book, and runs.*
I think Mr. Briddell hates me now, or thinks I'm a brat. Hey, why not make it a complete sum of all Orchestra directors?
The fall play practice, however, was much better. It was awesome. We were doing character work, which is right up my alley. Here are some funny things related to that (I will be kind and save you some room on your friends pages).
Just . . . before I start . . . can anyone think of someone like Fairy May (as if you know what she's like, lol)? Bubbly, attention-seeking-- but not sexually attention-seeking-- chronic liar, feels immensely guilty, almost to the point of manic-depression, when she is scolded or made to feel ashamed? We get bonus points if they look like them: I am supposed to have dark hair, pale skin, rosy cheeks, and glasses-- me, basically. I don't really need to think of anyone better. Olivia Hussey with spectacles? I really, really don't know. Obviously she doesn't fit the personality. I can think of REAL people like Fairy May . . . Nichole is an swful lot like her, and Lindsey Huang, too . . . funny thing is, both of them seem to be using it as a defense, a hiding for something much deeper. Hence, hmm, I should be hiding something, too . . . actually, considering my attention-seeking need, perhaps I could say I came from a large family and never got enough attention, keeping with the Lindsey theme . . . because they never say why Fairy May got committed. I also suggested Mika, a character from my story, but that just illicited a laughing response.
Mr. Ong: What actor, actress, or person is most like your character?
Me: I see no movies. I have no idea.
Amber: Ooh! I have lots of movies at my house.
Me: Right, because I can just go over to your house and watch all of your movies before tomorrow.
[Lily Belle] (I don't know her name): I don't really know, either.
Me: *actually has one; throws hands up in the air.* Bellatrix Lestrange!
Everyone: Who?
Me: *throws hands up in the air.* Bellatrix Lestrange! She's from Harry Potter!
Mr. Ong: Which movie?
Me: It's not from the movies; she doesn't show up until the 4th and 5th books.
Everyone: *disappointed* Oh.
Andrew: Not Harry Potter . . .
Me: No, seriously . . . she's like Lily Belle because she's convinced her family is so wonderful, though because they're pureblooded wizards instead of being rich, and there's this scene where she's in court, and she's all defiant and refusing to submit, and disdainful of everyone as if they're beneath her, and in the end of the 5th book--
Andrew: Don't tell us!
Me: *thinking of how vicious I could be by saying she kills her cousin, since Lily Belle is mean to Andrew's character-- who is her brotherI WON'T . . . oh believe me, there are things I could give away, but I won't. ANYWAY, she talks in this like baby voice to everyone . . . and she's positively vicious, and holds no remorse . . . but that's also because in the fifth book, anyway, she's off the deep end . . . but hey . . . *Speaks very fast so that no one will cut me off*
Erik: Hey, you're right, actually.
Me: See??? I TOLD you!!!
Mr. Ong: Right. So does that help you, [Lily Belle[? Have you read Harry Potter?
[Lily Belle]: No . . . but how about in the movies? What about Draco?
Me: *defeated* Yeah, Draco works . . . he's a stuck up, rich brat. Whatever.
Mr. Ong: What does your name say about your character? Titus, that's a historical name (Titus is a pompous senator). Hannibal, that's-- no, not that guy, Andrew *Andrew does impression and is quickly shut up* He's a historical figure. Samuel . . .
Me: In the Bible, I think . . . ?
Mr. Ong: Didn't he cut the baby in half?
Dan O'Brien (Minister's son): That was Solomon!
Me: *thinks: "Sheesh, even I knew that, and I'm Bible illiterate!"*
Erik: He was the last judge (and Samuel is a judge, hey . . . ).
Mr. Ong: And Fairy, obviously, is light and breezy like a fairy--
Dan Johnson: Yeah, and gay.
Me: Right. I have a lesbian relationship with Mrs. Savage here.
Mr. Ong: And Lily Belle-- oh there's nothing for Lily Belle--
Me: *throws hands up in the air* Bellatrix Lestrange! Lily BELLE . . . BELLAtrix . . .
Everyone: *groans*
Andrew: Shut up about Harry Potter!
Me: You all talk about movies I don't understand!!!
Mr. Ong: Oh, let her have her obsession.
Mr. Ong: Now, we're going to do a little something to make sure you know your characters.
Me: *softly* Roleplay.
Mr. Ong: This will prove to me whether you've really gotten the hang of your character or not.
Me: *softly* Roleplay.
Mr. Ong: So I want you to get up, and walk around the room, and interact--
Me: Roleplay.
Mr. Ong: -- as your character.
Me: Roleplay! Oh, yes! I do this in my spare time all the time?
Dan O'Brien: *gives me weird look*
Dan Johnson: What? You're weird.
Me: Oh, shut up, It's fun (sheesh, and it helps with acting, too . . . ).
So then we wandered around the room as our characters, and I had tons of fun . . . I just got to burst into everything and yell out random lies, like, "THERE'S A TORNADO!!! RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!!!" and then freak out and dodge into the closet like it was the basement. I think mine was easiest to play.
Anyway, that was lots and lots of fun. I really like this. I am still being totally hyper, though. I am still stuck as Fairy May.
Oh, we also chatted about OCD. Someone suggested Hannibal be OCD, and it really seems to work-- since gifted people, particularly, with mathematical gifts and that sense of order and perfectionism-- seem to all be somewhat compulsive, or at least very susceptible to it. I got some weird looks when I went on about mine, until Mr. Ong pointed out, "It's not a problem until it actually messes up your life."
