Happy Spring! What better way to begin the season? Let it be one of love!
Katy: I wish I was pretty.
Gia: Yeah, I wish you were pretty too, because I have to LOOK at you all day!!
So many times I have wanted to update, and my boundless laziness continued to prevent me from writing until at long last, over a month has passed, and here I have far more to relate than any of you could possibly want to hear. If only I had the gift of ... not tending to ramble interminably...?
I suppose I shall start with March 3rd, where the craze really began. It was a Friday, and Ashley's birthday. I got her a big bouquet of the really tiny helium balloons on sticks, and I stuck it in the hole of her locker so when she came up to it, it was covered in balloons. I thought it was tres cute. Sam and Gia had also pitched in to buy her a cake, which we cut during lunch and did not actually have time to eat. Wow, we are SMART. Who wastes cake, honestly?
It was also the day that my brother Nick arrived for his Spring Break, bringing along with him a friend, named Ben, which is my other brother's name-- how convenient. Unfortunately, my brother coming down from a distant land was not enough to stop the wild and happening life that I keep. *bats eyes* Elisa calls me afterschool to tell me that tonight, we can't ONLY go to Ariel's birthday party, we must also stop in on the Swensen's night that is being held at... not Swensen's! The logic...? It's beyond me.
God forbid we come on time to something, right? We arrived at Swensen's night AFTER all food had been ordered and fully consumed, leaving us to pick at the buffalo wings bones. I think it would have been a lot more fun had I actually been PRESENT for it, but I before I knew it Melissa and her charming boyfriend, whom I now approve of because I've found that he does, in fact, have a personality, and also happens to be an exceedingly good driver (he works a stick! What talent), took me and Elisa to Ariel's slamming party, where I was absolutely delighted to see my darling dear again.
*pant pant* What a night! I don't think I've ever been so social in my entire life.
Saturday I very spontaneously decided to blow off my brother's 'Welcome Home' dinner and attend Annie's 'Rent getty'-- an event where, apparently, we watch Rent. Sounds like a hell of a plan to me! I don't see how you could possibly go wrong there. The cuddling on the couch was super fun, but watching movies, especially ones that I care about, in a huge group does NOT work for me. I'm so flipping anal retentive about talking, and missing really small lines that end up being really important later on, etc. I spent most of my time getting pissed off at Jesus, who would not shut up, no matter how big of a bitch I was to him.
I got picked up early, though, because my parents had rented Proof, which I had not seen four times yet, or once, for that matter, and I didn't want to miss the beginning of it.
I really liked it.
Moving on!
Sunday, my mom's really good friend held an Oscar party, which pretty much consisted of her, me and my family, and a friend of hers who was visiting from some other distant land. I thoroughly enjoyed myself, because I really love my mom's friend. She's practically family at this point, and she's totally cool. Though the Oscars themselves were a little drab, my little Reesey Witherspoon won, and that was all I needed. Oo, need anyone be reminded of George Clooney's speech? I've never found him attractive, but damn, I just might want to tap that now.
Oh, and I'm also glad that "It's Hard Out Here for a Pimp" won best song. Although I was also rooting for Dolly. Whoever can still sing after that many face lifts has REALLY got talent.
The week moved on, grindingly, with an emphasis on hatred for Chemistry, until that Friday, my best friend from Texas arrived for HER Spring Break! She was a blast from the past for me and extremely refreshing! We saw Failure to Launch, we went to the beach, we went shopping, we snuck cookies into our bedroom way past bedtime!
FCAT was surprisingly harder than I was expecting it to be. I really don't care what I got as long as I didn't fail, but I will probably slit my wrists anyway if my scores drop from last year.
...Speaking of dropping from last year...
Friday my grandparents flew in ONLY to watch Rising Stars, which my mother made them come see because she could not stop bragging about it after she was blown out of the water last year. And I personally thought this year was a little... dull! Maybe it's just because I know what to expect now, so I'm not as shocked; I can't say for sure. I'm also STILL seething about the fact that the focus was on college. I mean, of our GIGANTIC dance department, there were only two dances with ONLY high schoolers in them? And all the musical theater numbers, aside from Rockin' the Boat? Like, what the crap. The college is TINY and they took up ALL of Rising Stars.
But I've gotten ahead of myself. After the rehearsal, Sam, Gia, Ashley, Katy, Diana and her boyfriend, Eddie, and Alex and I hopped over to Hard Rock Cafe, our pre-show tradition. It started out a little quiet, but we soon got uncontrollably hyper and for the following two hours had the grandest time.
Gia: Excuse me? Uh, excuse me?! Yeah... Can I get more water, please?
Waiter: Yeah, sure. *leaves* *comes back with the water jug that they serve from* Here, maybe now you'll leave me alone!
Sam: Oo! Hey, Gia, can I have some water?
Gia: Look, Sam, you have to stop being so selfish, because, I mean, it's not like I have enough water to just be GIVING it to you all the time!
(We had the coolest waiter). It was even funnier, though, when she actually finished the jug.
I really wanted to go to the cast after-party, but I was just falling on my face with fatigue. The thought of free food was my only incentive, anyway, and I had German chocolate cake at home, which is probably better than sex, so what were a few free hot dogs going to do for me?
Saturday was a tad hectic. It was Texan friend's last day, and it was her BIRTHday! In the morning I had a GMYS concert; then I met up with her at South Beach, where we shopped, got a, get this: Marble pound cake with a Marble mocha (aren't we clever?) at Starbucks, and then got driven home.
When we got home, there were a million colorful balloons in our living room, packing up the whole ceiling, it was completely adorable. We had hung banners along the kitchen, too, and the madre was cooking a delicious birthday dinner. The parentals ate outside, and we ate inside while watching House, which I tried to get Texan friend hooked on, failing miserably. The thought of someone who wouldn't like that show is beyond me, but *sigh* I guess it's possible.
We opened gifts (I got her the full, extended Rent movie soundtrack! Not because she's a huge fan, or anything, but because she hadn't seen it and I TOTALLY watched it with her, making ME the person that introduced her to the beauty, making the soundtrack from ME meaningful. Plus, I only became a true fan after having really gotten into the music myself), ate cake, and then we parted. I was sad to see her go, but I was too tired to get really emotional, thank god.
Yesterday my grandparents left. In the morning we took them to an all-you-can eat brunch at St. Michel (Usherers!: We've totally passed it on our way to the playhouse! I'm also ALMOST pretty sure that it's the super ghetto-fabulous vine building, whose vines got torn down with the hurricanes!), which was completely orgasmic. I'm such a lard. I did it the European way-- small portions but many of them, one at a time, leaving time for digestion in between. Except my portions were not small. I think in total I loaded about five plates full, and in order to lose all I gained from eating solely blintzes (this positively divine dessert akin to the crepe but a little different), I will have to fast for four days. I'm looking forward to it!
Okay, um, wow. I'm stopping there. I actually totally skipped over two very exciting weeks in February, but I don't want you to die reading this. You know, sueing, and charges, and whatnot... What a pain in the ass. But! Anybody who actually DID get through all of that, I'm giving you a prize. Still don't know what, yet, maybe dinner, but you definitely get SOMEthing.
♥ Don't forget to whip out those sundresses! It's springtime, baby, and the bees are buzzing.
quelly
Gia: Yeah, I wish you were pretty too, because I have to LOOK at you all day!!
So many times I have wanted to update, and my boundless laziness continued to prevent me from writing until at long last, over a month has passed, and here I have far more to relate than any of you could possibly want to hear. If only I had the gift of ... not tending to ramble interminably...?
I suppose I shall start with March 3rd, where the craze really began. It was a Friday, and Ashley's birthday. I got her a big bouquet of the really tiny helium balloons on sticks, and I stuck it in the hole of her locker so when she came up to it, it was covered in balloons. I thought it was tres cute. Sam and Gia had also pitched in to buy her a cake, which we cut during lunch and did not actually have time to eat. Wow, we are SMART. Who wastes cake, honestly?
It was also the day that my brother Nick arrived for his Spring Break, bringing along with him a friend, named Ben, which is my other brother's name-- how convenient. Unfortunately, my brother coming down from a distant land was not enough to stop the wild and happening life that I keep. *bats eyes* Elisa calls me afterschool to tell me that tonight, we can't ONLY go to Ariel's birthday party, we must also stop in on the Swensen's night that is being held at... not Swensen's! The logic...? It's beyond me.
God forbid we come on time to something, right? We arrived at Swensen's night AFTER all food had been ordered and fully consumed, leaving us to pick at the buffalo wings bones. I think it would have been a lot more fun had I actually been PRESENT for it, but I before I knew it Melissa and her charming boyfriend, whom I now approve of because I've found that he does, in fact, have a personality, and also happens to be an exceedingly good driver (he works a stick! What talent), took me and Elisa to Ariel's slamming party, where I was absolutely delighted to see my darling dear again.
*pant pant* What a night! I don't think I've ever been so social in my entire life.
Saturday I very spontaneously decided to blow off my brother's 'Welcome Home' dinner and attend Annie's 'Rent getty'-- an event where, apparently, we watch Rent. Sounds like a hell of a plan to me! I don't see how you could possibly go wrong there. The cuddling on the couch was super fun, but watching movies, especially ones that I care about, in a huge group does NOT work for me. I'm so flipping anal retentive about talking, and missing really small lines that end up being really important later on, etc. I spent most of my time getting pissed off at Jesus, who would not shut up, no matter how big of a bitch I was to him.
I got picked up early, though, because my parents had rented Proof, which I had not seen four times yet, or once, for that matter, and I didn't want to miss the beginning of it.
I really liked it.
Moving on!
Sunday, my mom's really good friend held an Oscar party, which pretty much consisted of her, me and my family, and a friend of hers who was visiting from some other distant land. I thoroughly enjoyed myself, because I really love my mom's friend. She's practically family at this point, and she's totally cool. Though the Oscars themselves were a little drab, my little Reesey Witherspoon won, and that was all I needed. Oo, need anyone be reminded of George Clooney's speech? I've never found him attractive, but damn, I just might want to tap that now.
Oh, and I'm also glad that "It's Hard Out Here for a Pimp" won best song. Although I was also rooting for Dolly. Whoever can still sing after that many face lifts has REALLY got talent.
The week moved on, grindingly, with an emphasis on hatred for Chemistry, until that Friday, my best friend from Texas arrived for HER Spring Break! She was a blast from the past for me and extremely refreshing! We saw Failure to Launch, we went to the beach, we went shopping, we snuck cookies into our bedroom way past bedtime!
FCAT was surprisingly harder than I was expecting it to be. I really don't care what I got as long as I didn't fail, but I will probably slit my wrists anyway if my scores drop from last year.
...Speaking of dropping from last year...
Friday my grandparents flew in ONLY to watch Rising Stars, which my mother made them come see because she could not stop bragging about it after she was blown out of the water last year. And I personally thought this year was a little... dull! Maybe it's just because I know what to expect now, so I'm not as shocked; I can't say for sure. I'm also STILL seething about the fact that the focus was on college. I mean, of our GIGANTIC dance department, there were only two dances with ONLY high schoolers in them? And all the musical theater numbers, aside from Rockin' the Boat? Like, what the crap. The college is TINY and they took up ALL of Rising Stars.
But I've gotten ahead of myself. After the rehearsal, Sam, Gia, Ashley, Katy, Diana and her boyfriend, Eddie, and Alex and I hopped over to Hard Rock Cafe, our pre-show tradition. It started out a little quiet, but we soon got uncontrollably hyper and for the following two hours had the grandest time.
Gia: Excuse me? Uh, excuse me?! Yeah... Can I get more water, please?
Waiter: Yeah, sure. *leaves* *comes back with the water jug that they serve from* Here, maybe now you'll leave me alone!
Sam: Oo! Hey, Gia, can I have some water?
Gia: Look, Sam, you have to stop being so selfish, because, I mean, it's not like I have enough water to just be GIVING it to you all the time!
(We had the coolest waiter). It was even funnier, though, when she actually finished the jug.
I really wanted to go to the cast after-party, but I was just falling on my face with fatigue. The thought of free food was my only incentive, anyway, and I had German chocolate cake at home, which is probably better than sex, so what were a few free hot dogs going to do for me?
Saturday was a tad hectic. It was Texan friend's last day, and it was her BIRTHday! In the morning I had a GMYS concert; then I met up with her at South Beach, where we shopped, got a, get this: Marble pound cake with a Marble mocha (aren't we clever?) at Starbucks, and then got driven home.
When we got home, there were a million colorful balloons in our living room, packing up the whole ceiling, it was completely adorable. We had hung banners along the kitchen, too, and the madre was cooking a delicious birthday dinner. The parentals ate outside, and we ate inside while watching House, which I tried to get Texan friend hooked on, failing miserably. The thought of someone who wouldn't like that show is beyond me, but *sigh* I guess it's possible.
We opened gifts (I got her the full, extended Rent movie soundtrack! Not because she's a huge fan, or anything, but because she hadn't seen it and I TOTALLY watched it with her, making ME the person that introduced her to the beauty, making the soundtrack from ME meaningful. Plus, I only became a true fan after having really gotten into the music myself), ate cake, and then we parted. I was sad to see her go, but I was too tired to get really emotional, thank god.
Yesterday my grandparents left. In the morning we took them to an all-you-can eat brunch at St. Michel (Usherers!: We've totally passed it on our way to the playhouse! I'm also ALMOST pretty sure that it's the super ghetto-fabulous vine building, whose vines got torn down with the hurricanes!), which was completely orgasmic. I'm such a lard. I did it the European way-- small portions but many of them, one at a time, leaving time for digestion in between. Except my portions were not small. I think in total I loaded about five plates full, and in order to lose all I gained from eating solely blintzes (this positively divine dessert akin to the crepe but a little different), I will have to fast for four days. I'm looking forward to it!
Okay, um, wow. I'm stopping there. I actually totally skipped over two very exciting weeks in February, but I don't want you to die reading this. You know, sueing, and charges, and whatnot... What a pain in the ass. But! Anybody who actually DID get through all of that, I'm giving you a prize. Still don't know what, yet, maybe dinner, but you definitely get SOMEthing.
♥ Don't forget to whip out those sundresses! It's springtime, baby, and the bees are buzzing.
quelly