looks like my diary just got opened
Mood: light, euphoric, perhaps drugged? (must check all foods eaten today)
Song stuck in head: the one that goes "i'm on the outside, I'm looking in, I can see through you..." that i quoted to SF in a sleepover and she thought i was seriously analyzing her.
Lies i'm currently keeping up: 4
Appearance: hair- toussled. no, that's not the right word. toussled is to describe the look of someone's hair in a movie when it's messy, but really still picture perfect. more like, jumbled. and multi-colored. I can account for the jumbledness, but the multi-coloredness still perplexes me. face- red and puffy, but no one can tell! Am using excellent make-up to even the red out. Body- eh, heavy and weighing me down. I could do without it.
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Who would play me if my life were a movie? This is a very serious question. Of course, I would have to become old and accomplish something movie worthy and by that time all the current teenage actresses who would play me would be old too, and no one wants to see that onstage. Probably someone skinny. Since really, that's all there is. They would have to gain at least 20lbs and it would cause hollywood scandal like Rene Zellweger for Bridget Jones. Well, no, because no one famous would play me. They would be unknown and then become famous as a result of taking on the empassioned role of "Miranda". But they would still be skinny, and wouldn't even bother becoming my realistic weight. I guess I wouldn't care-- but it better be a natural blonde.
I was sketching during Langcomp today, since we were analyzing AP test essay questions in small groups (my group is of course incompetent. Huxley and Orwell's view's were not contrasting because they either like or dislike love! Orwell fears we won't know the truth and Huxley fears we will but it will be so encumbered by irrelevancies that it won't matter. Remind me to read 1984) and I wrote over a picture of a girl "She wears too much mascara and too little of anything else, and god, she's such a crybaby." Immediately, and completely missing the connections in that phrase, one of the love versus less love girls jumps at me thinking it was about her and her hoochiness. Even if it were (it so wasn't), she has no right to read my paper. If she looked farther down, she could have read my thesis and stopped throwing out garbage ideas.
Anyway, a list-- because I have so little time to procrastinate memorizing my monologues with.
People I miss because they're in Hawaii and i'm not:
1. Sophia- who else can I talk to in english and pester before school? I saw the Captain Oats drawing in my english notebook(which is riddled with her slightly inappropriate sketches) and though about that. Like i said there is little to think about. She better be brining me back an adorable boy from Hawaii.
2. Cesar- that's not his real name, but at this point it's the only thing i can safely call him. My Spanish class group of awesomeness needs him, and he's sunbathing!
The Japanese exchange students are fantastic. I met Yuto (aka Clem's linkin park cuteness) yesterday after improv (haha, Miranda's a dork, like you haven't figured that out yet) and Yumi and I talked more today. Clementine is hosting her and she's really sweet.
Why my lunchtimes are full from here to forever:
1. Crazy Modern European HistoryAP junk
2. Crazy Acting II piece finding junk
3. Waltzing with Geoff.
4. Waltzing with Geoff.
5. Hip hop dancing with Geoff (he doesn't know this yet)
I need to memorize my double monologue festival piece for acting, which is kinda sorta supposed to be presented tommorrow.
Love&Worry&Hate,
Miranda
Song stuck in head: the one that goes "i'm on the outside, I'm looking in, I can see through you..." that i quoted to SF in a sleepover and she thought i was seriously analyzing her.
Lies i'm currently keeping up: 4
Appearance: hair- toussled. no, that's not the right word. toussled is to describe the look of someone's hair in a movie when it's messy, but really still picture perfect. more like, jumbled. and multi-colored. I can account for the jumbledness, but the multi-coloredness still perplexes me. face- red and puffy, but no one can tell! Am using excellent make-up to even the red out. Body- eh, heavy and weighing me down. I could do without it.
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Who would play me if my life were a movie? This is a very serious question. Of course, I would have to become old and accomplish something movie worthy and by that time all the current teenage actresses who would play me would be old too, and no one wants to see that onstage. Probably someone skinny. Since really, that's all there is. They would have to gain at least 20lbs and it would cause hollywood scandal like Rene Zellweger for Bridget Jones. Well, no, because no one famous would play me. They would be unknown and then become famous as a result of taking on the empassioned role of "Miranda". But they would still be skinny, and wouldn't even bother becoming my realistic weight. I guess I wouldn't care-- but it better be a natural blonde.
I was sketching during Langcomp today, since we were analyzing AP test essay questions in small groups (my group is of course incompetent. Huxley and Orwell's view's were not contrasting because they either like or dislike love! Orwell fears we won't know the truth and Huxley fears we will but it will be so encumbered by irrelevancies that it won't matter. Remind me to read 1984) and I wrote over a picture of a girl "She wears too much mascara and too little of anything else, and god, she's such a crybaby." Immediately, and completely missing the connections in that phrase, one of the love versus less love girls jumps at me thinking it was about her and her hoochiness. Even if it were (it so wasn't), she has no right to read my paper. If she looked farther down, she could have read my thesis and stopped throwing out garbage ideas.
Anyway, a list-- because I have so little time to procrastinate memorizing my monologues with.
People I miss because they're in Hawaii and i'm not:
1. Sophia- who else can I talk to in english and pester before school? I saw the Captain Oats drawing in my english notebook(which is riddled with her slightly inappropriate sketches) and though about that. Like i said there is little to think about. She better be brining me back an adorable boy from Hawaii.
2. Cesar- that's not his real name, but at this point it's the only thing i can safely call him. My Spanish class group of awesomeness needs him, and he's sunbathing!
The Japanese exchange students are fantastic. I met Yuto (aka Clem's linkin park cuteness) yesterday after improv (haha, Miranda's a dork, like you haven't figured that out yet) and Yumi and I talked more today. Clementine is hosting her and she's really sweet.
Why my lunchtimes are full from here to forever:
1. Crazy Modern European HistoryAP junk
2. Crazy Acting II piece finding junk
3. Waltzing with Geoff.
4. Waltzing with Geoff.
5. Hip hop dancing with Geoff (he doesn't know this yet)
I need to memorize my double monologue festival piece for acting, which is kinda sorta supposed to be presented tommorrow.
Love&Worry&Hate,
Miranda