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Rah rah ah ah ah October 1, 2010

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Oh hey!

I am a totally irresponsible blogger. But then again, if I’M an irresponsible blogger, then my teachers are SO irresponsible for giving me SO MUCH EFFING HOMEWORKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKk.

Literally, one of my vocab words this week was annoying. I am in eighth grade. Homework is dumb. Let’s kill it. I hate math.

I am now going to this arts school! It’s totally awesome! Minus all the homework. Apparently they want us to be very very responsible artists. Everyone is super awesome! It’s really great! There is a SHAKESPEARE CLASS!!!!

And we’re going to Cedar City! To like, compete in a Shakespeare competition for middle schools! It’s gonna be awesome! We’re all doing a scene from The Tempest! I’m one of the Mariners. Also, everyone was doing their own individual scenes or monologues, and it was totally awesome. I was one of three kids doing a monologue, and the only girl. BUT THEN! DRAMA! We found out we were only allowed to perform our ensemble scene, two scenes, and THREE MONOLOGUES!!!!!! OH MY GOD! IT WAS SO INTENSE! WHAT DOES IT MEAN?!

It was so horrible! But GUESS WHAT?! I GET TO COMPETE STILL! OHMYGAWD! YAY! It is going to be so awesome! And tonight we’re doing this fundraiser thing, and we’re performing, and it’s gonna be awesome! Yay!

This is me listening to the Glee version of Bad Romance and looking vaguely cracked out and sleep-deprivated. Deprived? Deprivated? Deprivated sounds cooler.

Guess what is soon? MY BIRTHDAY IS SOON! I WILL BE THIRTEEN!

I MUST GO NOW! I LOVE Y’ALL!

Awesome: OK Go!

Unawesome: The un-freakin’-godly amounts of math homework I get!

Days until (I’m bringin’ it back!… the days until thing, not sexy. I already brought that back) my birthday: 30

Days until Halloween: 31

Days until Wrockstock: too lazy to count.

 

My great-granddaughter… is… a THESPIAN! August 9, 2010

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Hamlet! Hamlet Hamlet Hamlet! We performed Hamlet!

This is me, Ruth, and our friend Andrew being Horatio (me), Bernardo (Andrew), and Marcellus (Ruth).

The rest is silence! This is Todd! He’s dying in my arms!

I miss theater school! BUT I will be blogging more!

Awesome: Theater school!

Unawesome: Theater school being over!

Fun fact: Despite it being a fantastic song, it is not so great to sing “I’m Alive” from Next to Normal when you’re being… um… bathroom neurotic. That sounds weird but will make sense when you read the post. It’s kind of a creepy song when you sing it in a quiet voice and also there’s the “if you won’t grieve me, you won’t leave me behiiiiiiiiiiiiiind!” part that you have to be loud to sing, and I think I mentioned why you have to be quiet, but lemme tell you this: It is easier to stop singing when you’re being quiet and someone comes into the bathroom than when you’re belting. Trust me on this one.

 

You wanted me to puke on stage or something just for your sick amusement, didn’t you? July 12, 2010

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Oh hey! I’ve been on vacation, so sorry for the absence of posts. Without further ado, here is the story of the play I was in last week!

July 1st, 2010. The day of the big performance. I am panicking.

All day, we worked on our play like crazy. We had tech rehearsal, where we went to the stage and worked on sound and costumes and the like. This is a very stress-making activity, even though I’ve been through it all for different performances for years in a row. It was quite a different experience with our new teacher, Ben, being as he was fairly calm and our old teacher, Anna (who I love to death, don’t get me wrong), would threaten us with death if we accidentally stepped on one of the floor microphones and told us that if we screwed up the play, her terrifying ex-military dad would be out in the audience with rotten tomatoes, ready to throw them at us. I am not even kidding, and I don’t think Anna was, either. When we did A Midsummer Night’s Dream, she told us that she would smash our head in with metal baseball bats if we mispronounced “Titania.” Despite that, she’s one of the best teachers I’ve ever had.

Anyway. I’m rambling.

I finished school Mum picked me up. I proceeded to hijack the computer of this guy at her office so I could sufficiently distract myself. (Kidding. He let me use it, ’cause he was gone.) I didn’t want to go over the play, because I felt kind of like puking from nervexcitement. We went home and I changed into the right clothes to wear under my costume. We picked up my cousin Shinika and her awesome boyfriend Connor and Nemo and took them to dinner. We arrived at the theater. I felt even more like peeing from fear.

We watched the other performances while nervously awaiting our time. Finally, it was intermission, and we had to set up.

And… it actually went really well. It was terrifying, exhilarating, and so much fun. There was nothing disastrous or hilarious or horrible to write about. So sorry for that, but I’m glad it went as wonderfully as it did.

Awesome: I saw The A-Team today, and it was sofreaking awesome. I love the show, I love the movie.

Unawesome: I don’t know whether to be in a musical theater company or a Shakespeare company this year. Desicions, desicions….

 

I’m a Happy, Happy Drama Queen. April 22, 2010

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Oh hey! Warning: This post is mainly me gushing about my awesome drama class friends, but I wrote some classic “OhmygodKaraThraceRulesZombiesAreAfterUs!” material in the end.

So, as I may have mentioned before, I love acting. I’m a bit of a drama queen, which is why you get posts like this. Therefore, it might not surprise you to know that I take drama classes at out state’s lovely old university whenever possible.

I have had some of the most fun experiences in my life at YTU (short for Youth Theater at the U-creative, huh?). I always go to the summer classes, which last about three weeks. Last year, I got to be in Shakespeare’s Much Ado About Nothing. The year before, I was Helena in A Midsummer Night’s Dream. The year before, I was in a play completely written by my teacher called Death and Tupperware.

I had, however, never gone to the other classes-the ones in the spring and fall. They’re generally once a week for a few hours in the evening, and this year, I thought, “Why not? Sign me the frak up!”

So I signed the frak up and started taking an acting class every Wednesday night with a group of kids around my age. The teacher’s name is Kelby, and she’s super super nice.

I already knew some of the kids-some from the summer session, and some from other places like school. Thea and Ruth take the same class I do, as does my friend Robin, who I met in the summer session three years ago.

Now, I don’t know if you know many theater people, but let me tell you, they can be pre-tty interesting. Our class is comprised of mostly girls and two boys, one named Nathaniel, and one named Mark. I’d venture to guess that Nathaniel is eleven or twelve, and Mark is the youngest kid in the class and has an uber-short attention span. Nobody really notices, because we’re all hyperactive and huggy, which is one of the many things I love about YTU. There’s an easily excited girl named Kitty, there’s a girl named Kylie I think I used to know, there’s a girl named Ainsley who always wears knitted hats. And they’re all super nice. And those aren’t the only kids in the class, I was just using them as examples.

This year, we’re doing an adaptation of a Vietnamese folk tale called Toad is the Uncle of Heaven, which is about the animals on Earth having a drought and going to the King of Heaven to ask for rain. To be honest, when I first realized we were going to be in a play with talking animals and weather gods, I was a little bit apprehensive. I was all, “Whaaat?” I was more used to plays with people. I wanted to die and cry and sigh and fling myself across the stage dramatically like I did in Midsummer.

And then? Our play turned out to be ridiculously fun. I got cast as a dying flower (see? I did get to die after all!) and a Hound of Heaven, which is basically a glorified wolf who gets to fight. Thea got cast as the Rooster, and Ruth plays one of the Guards of Heaven.

Last night was one of our final rehearsals (the play’s next Wednesday). I was scared that we’d forget all of our lines and mess up.

Turns out that we had an awesome rehearsal. I don’t know if that’s ever happened to you, but let me tell you, it makes you happy. I’d relate it to drinking or something only alcohol is disgusting and from what I’ve heard, the drunk happiness only lasts a while, if at all, whereas the kind of YES-WE’RE-AWESOME high doesn’t end with puking all over or getting a headache or angrily emailing someone. True, it might end with sweaty disgustingness and extreme thirst and rug burn on the foot from dragging yourself across the floor like a wolf, but that’s bearable.

So basically, I wrote this ridiculously soppy post and  now I don’t feel like myself so here’s a nice dose of un-sappy Daisy for you:

Oh hey! Guess who’s awesome?

Galen Tyrol.

Also? Karl Agathon. Also? Kara Thrace.

Ooooh shiny! Shiny robots! Shiny robots are gonna kill us all!

Awesome: Suuuunshine!

Unawesome: Ebola!