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Hooray! It's 2007! Magical!

It's been a good day. I'm happy it's the new year. Now, just have to get over 'xams and we'll all be okay. I'm trying to chill about them. And tell myself it's all okay. I just have to let me believe me. I like believing those sorts of things. They sometimes turn out to be true.
I have nothing to do this year (except stress about school)! No shows. No plans. Just following the wind. Maybe I'll even catch it.
I'm going to New York this weekend. That's my favorite place in the world. I get to see "A Chorus Line" and "Mary Poppins." Brilliant, brilliant, brilliant. I'm just going to explode because of the brilliantness.

Okay, I'm going to to that "Year In Review" thing where I go back and post the first line/few lines of the first post of each month. My commentary is in the bracketed italics. I know I didn't post much this year, and I said a million times that I'd try to get better, but now I really mean it, since I really have nothing to do. Ok, here it goes:

January: Today was snow day sine snow. How wonderful. It's beautiful. [I remember that. They called off the day school was supposed to reopen after break. Later in the entry, I go on about school and worrying about exams. I remember that. I still feel it, too.]

February:I made a writing journal: carmenswaltz, but it's friends only, so go there and comment to be added. Lovely, aint it? Opening rawked. [That's actually the entire entry. A Little Princess. I remember. Brilliant. carmenswaltz. I remember. I like to try to remember :-)]

March: Oh, well hello. I'd nearly forgotten. It ended and we cried, and we cried during and after.

April:Today is where your book begins.[ That's the entire entry. I love that song. Still do. Haven't changed in that respect. Have changed in many others.]

May:I think I died, everyone. I just couldn't move, so I didn't go to school. I know I'll have crap to do. But I... can't... do anything. [I remember that day so much. Ragtime was so tiring, but it was so good. I miss it still. But, it just drained me. So that was that day. I wish Ragtime hadn't ended, though.]

June: EXAMS ARE OVER FOREVER!!!!!!!! ['Nuff said]

July:I came home from camp. [That was a badd day with two d's. The whole beginning of July was. I still feel these feelings all the time. All the time. All the time.]

August: It's over. Troopers is over. Sob. Sob. Sigh. Sob. [Oh, Troopers. I miss it. I'm doing a lot of missing.]

September: The carpet at the Calderwood looks like fingerprints. Beautifully symbolic, huh? [The Women! I miss everything this year. It was a brilliant year.]

October: I'M TIRED!!!! [Well, duh. I've been tired ever since school began.]

November: I went underground for a while.

December: Try to remember the kind of September when life was slow and oh, so mellow. [God, isn't that the truth?]

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Try to remember the kind of September
When life was slow and oh, so mellow.
Try to remember the kind of September
When grass was green and grain was yellow.
Try to remember the kind of September
When you were a tender and callow fellow.
Try to remember, and if you remember,
Then follow.
Follow, follow, follow, follow, follow, follow, follow, follow, follow.

Try to remember when life was so tender
That no one wept except the willow.
Try to remember when life was so tender
That dreams were kept beside your pillow.
Try to remember when life was so tender
That love was an ember about to billow.
Try to remember, and if you remember,
Then follow.
Follow, follow, follow, follow, follow, follow, follow, follow, follow.
Follow, follow, follow, follow, follow, follow, follow, follow, follow.
Follow, follow, follow, follow, follow, follow, follow, follow, follow.

Deep in December, it's nice to remember,
Although you know the snow will follow.
Deep in December, it's nice to remember,
Without a hurt the heart is hollow.
Deep in December, it's nice to remember,
The fire of September that made us mellow.
Deep in December, our hearts should remember
And follow.

I love that song. I love it so much. It's the truest of the true. Truly.

I'm going to Texas! I can't wait, because Texas means grandparents, Miriam, food, goodness, warmth, swimming... cruise.
So, I might not update while I'm there. But, then again, I might. We'll just have to see. I'm trying to let that be my mantra. Take what is given. Live for the moment. It's a nice way to look at things. Each day is its own. Not yesterday's. Not tomorrow's. Today. No day but today, right? That's the truth.

It's break! It's break! It's break! I'm loving it.

Don't let it get to you.

Come on in from the outside.

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We opened tonight. It was outrageous. The audience was amazing. So, we do the curtain call and the L Ron song. And then we bow and leave. And the crowd would not shut up. We were already backstage and changing when the stage manager runs back and is all "Get back out there." We got an encore. WE GOT AN ENCORE. We were all out there again and it was awkward because we didn't know what to do. We bowed again and danced a little. It was so incredible. It was so amazing. It was amazing. It was AMAZING.

Wow. Wow. Wow.

I'm back to be back here in LJ world. I feel sort of grounded again. Not grounded as in in trouble. Grounded as in rooted. My head is out of the clouds.

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I went underground for a while. I was happy there. I don't mean that I went away. I mean I was at the theater. Because I know that's where I belong. That's the place where I'm happy. I can let go. I can fly.

I've changed an enormous amount. For a while there I became very figurative. My life was about slow dancing, about "you" (whoever it was on that day). It was a precarious state. We were all losing eachother. I'm glad it's over.
But then, you see, I lost sight of things. I became analytical, and overly so. I forgot how to breathe. All was in terms of time. In terms of chem. There was no room for emotion or being or trying to remember. Things went one way and that's what I wrote down. I'm glad that's over and I'm glad it didn't last long.
The only way I escaped my one-way life was going to the show. Ever since sixth grade, the show has been my saviour. I go there and lose myself. I go there and let loose, because the people that I love are there and that's the way I know it always has to be. The show is a part of my brain I'll never lose.
The Women is over, but it'll always be going. We'll never forget eachother. We're all too close. I doubt I'll have another experience like that one, where after being separated for only one week we returned to eachother with tears.
Then I found you. And you held me near. Your words were like raindrops. Washing me clean. Making me clear.
This new show has been an eye opener for me. I know I lost track of where I was going, and this has steered me back. I remember the joy and the excitement. I didn't lose it, so much as forget why. I now know why I do what I do. I couldn't tell you the answer, but now it's in me. Because there aren't any adults. And it's different. And sometimes it's frustrating. But I walk in the door and watch the little ones and I think back: I was there once. I've grown and I've changed. But I was there, and it was a lovely place to be. But where I am now is wonderful. And where I am now is where I want to be. Do you hear that? Where I am now is where I want to be.
These days I think more in lyrics. These days I can remember. These days I can't forget. These days I miss my women. These days I realize, and I realize. And then I realize more. These days I seem to think a lot about the things that I forgot to do for you, and all the times I had the chance to. These days I sit on cornerstones and count the time in quarter tones to ten, my friend. But it's all right. Because crying takes the sad out of you, doesn't it?
And so, race you to the top of the morning. Come sit on my shoulders and ride. Run and hide, I'll come and find you. Climb hills to remind you. I love you. I love you, my boy at my side.
Try to remember. Try to remember. Follow. Follow. Follow.
When I lay me down to sleep.

Come on in from the outside.

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Sorry I haven't updated or commented. I literally have no time to check. I don't know what's happening in your life. Try e-mailing me and I'll respond. That goes to everybody... Especially my lovely Texan friend who I miss dearly.

Sometimes you just have to listen to Rent on repeat. It clears the senses.

But I'm happy.

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I'M TIRED!!!!


Aaaaagh. Okay. Well. School. Is. Exhausting.

The Women is going wonderfully.

Hmrhm. Dillemmas. Okaywhatever. Too tired to write any more.

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Mah I haven't had any time because school is crazy and mahhhhh. I'm tired. So I'm going to poof now. Bye.

*poof*

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The title was meant to be "quick" not "wuick".

Aaaah school. I'm already incredibly tired. And NOW I have to go to rehearsal.

Teachers:
Histoir//Bowman. SCORE!
Geometry//Reynolds. Score?? She decided that instead of math today we'd watch pictures from her trip to Alaska.
Latin//Schultzy.
Cmeh... I mean Chem... Damn my fingers are all over the place tonight!//Espanol
English//Smurdy! I mean... Mr. Murdock.

So I'm pretty happy but really overwhelmed because I don't want to be in the fastest math class and mahhh.

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The carpet at the Calderwood looks like fingerprints. Beautifully symbolic, huh?

Anyway, The Women is superb. The cast is amazing and the show is amazing and the director is amazing, so what more could I ask for? Hoorah.

And now I'm tired beacaue of le sleepover at Megan's. Which was amazingly fun.

Meme time!

( Awesome MemeCollapse )

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I don't know why I titled it that.

I'm going to tell you all about my day, as I never seem to do that anymore.

Well, I was very bored this morning. And then my grandmother came over and my mom and I went out to lunch with her! We went to the New England Soup Factory!! YAY! That place is SO good. I got Baked Potato and Chive soup. We also got a big thing of chicken noodle to take home. We then went to Baker's Best but I was toooooo full to eat anything there.

We went home and I did summer reading. Bleck! I don't like that book.

And my sister is gone! Off to college! Oh my goodness!!! I'm frightened.

Anyway, that was my day :-)

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I got back from the Cape yesterday. Yay. I'm going to update more often, if I can help it. If I don't ditch this thing all together. Which I don't think I'll do. I just haven't written in my actual diary in so long. Grrr. Stupid electronics. Damn you.

I'm really. Really. REALLY. Bored. AAAAAAG. Somebody please save me.

I want a kitten. Really bad.





MAAAAAAAAH.

I don't want school ever to start.

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Go to this site and pick 5 quotations that describe you or your belief system. Then tag 5 friends to do the same. The quotations are here: http://www.quotationspage.com/random.php3 (I'm assuming you can do any from this database? Not just the five on the linked page?)

Okayokay, I picked seven. I couldn't decide.

1) I love acting. It is so much more real than life. --Oscar Wilde

2) Happiness gives us the energy which is the basis of health. --Henri-Frédéric Amiel

3) Humor is our way of defending ourselves from life's absurdities by thinking absurdly about them. --Lewis Mumford

4) Youth is a wonderful thing. What a crime to waste it on children. --Geroge Bernard Shaw

5) Don't use words too big for the subject. Don't say 'infinitely' when you mean 'very'; otherwise you'll have no word left when you want to talk about something really infinite. --C. S. Lewis

6) There's a fine line between genius and insanity. I have erased this line. --Oscar Levant

7) Take a music bath once or twice a week for a few seasons, and you will find that it is to the soul what the water bath is to the body. --Oliver Wendell Holmes

I tag: Clara, Megan, Susannah, Bader, Lillia

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I'm home!

Quickie ol' travel log:

Sunday:
+Arrived in city
+Saw The Fantasticks, which was really really really really really good.
+Had dinner with "cousins"

Monday:
+First day of camp (Camp Broadway)-- Overall, camp was fine. Just fine. Not bad, though. I'm not going to go into crazy detail about camp.
+Saw RENT, which was, of course, amazing.

Tuesday:
+Ballet day at camp-- I died.
+Saw Spelling Bee with Barret Foa. Swoonnn.

Wednesday:
+Jazz day at camp-- Mprh.
+Saw Martin Short: Fame Becomes Be, which was entertaining.

Thursday:
+Tap day! Yahoo! A guy from Drowsy Chaperone taught us tap and a dance from the show.
+Saw The Drowsy Chaperone (how fitting?), which was superbly funny.
+Got caught in a rainstorm!

Friday:
+Last day of camp. Had the showcase.
+Saw The Color Purple, which was hands down the best show we saw all week.

Saturday:
+No camp.
+Saw "MamaMia", which was really fun.
+Left city.


And my new hobby is collecting magnets from every show I go to. I have everything except for Fiddler. Whee!

Is anybody around this week?

Byenow.

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Farewell.

I'm going to where I should be.

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It's over. Troopers is over. Sob. Sob. Sigh. Sob.

This was one great summer. I'm going to miss it like crazy.

I'm so sad.

Went to Walden Pond yesterday. With Helvia. It was wonderful.

I go to NYC on Sunday, and I won't be back for a week, so I won't really be on the computer at all I don't think. Mrphs.

Anywho, I have a bugbite that's making my forehead explode. It's seriously like twice it's normal size. Argh.

I've organized all of my binders and notebooks for school, sans, of course the Winsor binders. I like planning ahead. Sometimes I don't think people understand this. I really need to plan ahead, or I really can't handle things.

I've been thinking a lot over the past few days. I'm not sure that's a good thing.

Now promenade as pretty as can be. Go all around the barn, then home to me.
Cows. We're remarkable cows. And wherever we go it's a fabulous show. Oh, you know we are cows.
A duck is so friendly, a duck is so proud. A duck is never ever just a face in the crowd. Be like a duck. That's what I say!
Mud is oofy. Mud is poofy. Mud is ohso oofy poofy.
I'm Ingrid.
Sheep add pepper, by mistake.
BAH! I'm not going to eat your hair.
The sky is falling, the sky is falling, ohno ohno!

Ohman, I'm really going to miss this summer.

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I got the role! I forgot to post about the audition a while ago-- I tried out for the role Little Mary in "The Women" at SpeakEasy. And I got the role! Without callbacks! Huttah!

Mwahmwahmwah. I'm pleased. I'm off to go swimming... or something. Anybody want to come?

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Okay yeah I haven't updated in a while. But here I am! I'm updating!

Troopers is quite marvelous... Although a little bit extremely messy now that we have props (...can't breathe in the animal noses) and such.

Listing the books:

First of all, we start of with a bang: a country "Barnyard Dance" number... I'm a duck. This goes into a happy little rhyme about the show.
Next, I do my poem: "Never Take A Pig To Lunch" and then there's another pig poem.
Skit: The Three Little Javelinas. I'm not in it.
Then there are some sheep poems.
Skit: Sheep Out To Eat. I'm not in it.
Then there are duck poems.
Skit: Guji Guji. It's about a crocodile who is raised in a family of ducks. I'm Zebra the Duck, one of the ducklings that he's raised with.
Dance! "Be Like A Duck". Pretty awesome.
We now do this weird version of Old MacDonald that's like "Old MacDonald Had A Woodshop" and I'm a cow who uses a screwdriver. The cow noses are hellish.
Then there are chicken poems.
Skit: Chicken Little. I'm Foxy Loxy. Hiphiphawoot. I get a pretty gnarly fox tail. And a hot nose.
Then there are pig poems.
Skit: Piggy In The Puddle. I'm not in that one.
Then there are cow poems.
Skit: Clorinda The Dancing Cow. I'm a chicken and a dancer. I get to wear the most fantastic boa as the chicken, and I get to wear this pink gausy stuff as a dancer. According to Grace, the pink stuff should fo "fwumpa-wumpa-wumpa."
Dance! "Cows" in the style of "A Chorus Line." It's brilliant.

And that's the lowdown on the Troopers scene. This Friday is our open dress: 11:15 at Wheelock if ya wanna come. CoughMegan.

And I signed up for Netflix! Hooray! Tell me if you have a Netflix and we can be pals! I love it. I got my first movie the other day: Labyrinth. David Bowie meets Muppets. It's seriously the most amazing movie ever kindareallyyeah.

Labyrinth! Yay!

Okay, that was like the longest entry I've written in ages. Anyway, Miriam left a couple of days ago. Sob. But she's having a chill time on her sweet road trip. Without me.

Whee! Okay, I'm starting to just want to type "Moo" over and over so moo I'll stop moo before it moo escalates. Moo.

Ta! Moo!