This is a real story.

This is a true story that happened to my friends and I Saturday.

      Saturday, as I have already told you, my friends and I went to see an amateur preformance of Chicago. The show is in a town about 45 miles away and we have to be there an hour before the show starts because we didn't order tickets in time and have to get sit in folding chairs in the back. But it's okay, it's a little theatre and the folding chairs are actually taller than the regular seats.
     We left on time, which is basically a miracle, and everything is going great when my friend says, "I think my car is slowing down." Soon after this she decides that maybe her shoe fell off it possibly or something like that.
      A little while later the car is definitely slowing down so she pulls over. Then it starts smoking, and since none of us are boys we don't know what to do. (Not trying to be sexist it's just that none of us are car savvy.) This may also be a good time to mention that we had noticed water on the windshield and that the air conditioner took 15 minutes to blow out cold air...but we're no good with subtly hints.
      We all get out of the car and back away in case it blows up. So there we are, standing on the highway with our cell phones pressed to our ears so that our parents know what is going on. One set of parents are on their way, mine are informed, and one is giving us advice on what to do. But we don't really know where the radiator is or how to open the hood for that matter (we eventually get the hood opened) so we can't do much.
      While standing on the side of the highway a car pulls up. Out comes a young Mexican man who asks if we need a ride. He was kinda creepy looking and we had all read enough rape/murder stories to know not to go with him. So we tell him that my friend's mom is on her way and he leaves. It was a nice gesture....just creepy.
      Finally after a whole 20 minutes a ride comes, we take their car, and go on to Chicago. We get tickets and see the show and everything is amazing. And so that is my story.

Quote: "Chivalry isn't dead; just a little creepy."

   

p.s. Thanks Lex! Also I'm glad you liked the movie! :)
     

It's lovely outside.

I think today I will tell you about random things that I own.

Let's start with the story of my orange kazoo.
When I went to get my driver's license I had to wait for a extremely long period of time causing my father and I to drive all around town.
We ended up going to a music store where he bought guitar strings or something and at the cash register there was a tub of kazoos, and I GOT ONE.
Then I found out that I didn't know how to play a kazoo.
But dad taught me.
Now I play it all the time....and it is amazing.

The award has a better story, because it's story is one of stealing.
At the after-prom party there were decroations and party favors all over the tables.
I saw the award statue (thing) and said "I'm gonna steal this."
Then everyone told me that they were party favors that we were supposed to take.
BUT I had taken it before I new that so my street cred it still in tact....I think.

My wand is hand-made. By me. Because I am a dork.

The robot I also got on prom night.
Earthbound is an AMAZING store.
There were girl and boy robots and when you put them together they dance...together.
It's adorable.

My elephant statue is from Chicago.
The city, not the musical.
I got it after we went through an elephant exhibit...also I just like elephants.
I think it has something to do with the fact that when I was little I was amazed that Emily and elephant both began with the same letter.

My scarecrow is from the church's Bazaar.
I like to call him Fiyero.
(I have a Strawberry Shortcake doll with a witch's hat on that is Elphaba.)

I've already told you about the common cold.
What a nice Valentine's Day present.
:)

And last my finger puppet.
I like to sing "I'm Not That Smart" from The 25th Annual Putnam County Spelling Bee with him.
If you think that's weird I have a good explanation.
When I saw an amateur version of it the guy that played Leaf used a finger puppet like it.
So I'm not crazy.

Well there you have it.
The random crap in my room uncovered!

Quote: "Learn to live the unexamined life."

p.s. Chicago was great yesterday, but I kept imagining this man.

My hair is really soft today.

AHHH! I'm so excited because tonight I'm going with my friends to see an amateur preformance of Chicago and it's gonna be GREAT!!!!

On another note I just spent my morning watching Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist and catching up on blogs.
(I've come to realize I agree with Lex on most everything.)

I should really be doing my English that isn't do until Thursday but I want to be done with it, but blogging is sooo much more fun.

I should also go outside at some point today....you know because it's healthy.

But now the real point of this blog is to tell you about how weird I am.

So sometimes when new kids come to school I decide I would like to be friends with them.
That's great and all but I'm really awkward to talk to occasionally so I just creepily stare at them.
The point is that they probably think I'm very weird.
Because of the staring....

But at other times I'm perfectly normal so don't worry!

Today is gonna be a good day.
I can feel it :)

Quote: "When you find you're way again, you're gonna change the world and then we're all gonna brag and say we knew her when."

:(

I am freaking scared of failure so I never try anything new.
I know that's horrible but it's true.
I don't have any sort of summer job and I kind of want one but I can't take rejection.
So I do not know what I will do.
Maybe I'll apply somewhere...
Also I don't know if I've mentioned it but I'm shy.

SO all in all it just equals BAD.

This post sucks...sorry.

Also my toe hurts.

:(

Quote: "Happy is what happens when all your dreams come true; well isn't it?"

(p.s. I'm not a bum....I babysit like no other. I just feel like one sometimes.)

Sometimes fantasy's better than reality.

Sometimes I wish my life were a musical.
Think about it.
Wouldn't life be exceedingly more fun if it was acceptable to jump on tables and sing?!

Or if your mother was delusional about your dead brother who turns out to be a total babe?

Or if you were born green but got the guy anyway!

I know I'd enjoy it.
But maybe that's just me.
I want a guy who sings about how he loves me....
[insert examples]
Such as:
Henry from Next to Normal

Or Roger from RENT (we're gonna ignore the fact that he has AIDS....)

And I can't forget Benny from In the Heights.

Basically I just want my life to be a musical.
I want to sing about love, hate, and how everything is Totally F-ed.

So there you have it.
I'm obsessed with musicals a little more than can possibly be healthy, but what can I say?
(Also I might have just wanted to put lots of pictures on here sooo I hope y'all are fine with that.)

Quote: "I don't need a life that's normal, that's way too far away. But something next to normal would be okay."

Maybe we'll go back to school....sometime

I'm getting really tired of my house.
So I'm kinda looking forward to going back to school.
Kinda.
Today since church was cancelled....
(I mean CHURCH! How am I supposed to learn about God now!?)
I'm watching A Very Potter Musical...again.
This post doesn't really have a point and I realize that my last one didn't either so I'm very sorry about that.
I'll just ramble some more I guess.
Today's the Super Bowl and I don't really care that much about it.
I'm mean I'll probably watch it because it's something to do but I don't really care.
Also last night I decided that I found Valentine's Day non-essential.
It may be because I don't have anyone to send me boxes of heart shaped chocolates but I don't really think so.
It's just really commercialized and it's annoying.
So I'm gonna end this post and watch the hilarious Very Potter Musical.

Quote: "Poetry is just so emo...Oh, the pain. The pain. It always rains. In my soul."

Me and Snow -- a memior.

So in honor of the snow that is happening today I would like to tell you all about my relationship with our white, fluffy friend called snow.
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Snow and I have always had a pretty good relationship. It started when I was small and learned that living in Oklahoma you don't get much snow so you better appreciate it. 

Later on in life snow and I had an agreement that it would snow enough to get us out of school. 
If it refused it didn't get any fun out of it's life before it was whisked away by the sun.

We were getting along swimmingly---last Christmas it even decided to show up and make every Christmas song come true.

Than things went on the rocks.

It just KEPT snowing and it wasn't even any good.
It didn't get us out of school, it was just cold, and it got icy which isn't much fun.

So snow and me, we were over.

But this year he decided to make it up to me by not being a jerk and snowing a decent amount.

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So there you have it. The story of snow and I.
It's a love story (if you couldn't tell) and like every relationships it has had it's difficulties, breakups, and makeups but for now I'm just going to enjoy it's company.
And also hope it gets me out of school tomorrow.

Quote: "Life is random and unfair; life is pandemonium!"