Romeo vs. Edward

I am in my TA period right now. The class is reading Romeo and Juliet, and I have nothing to do but go on one of the only sites that the school will let me, and that captures my interest.

Rehearsal for Little Women starts Monday. I'm excited, especially to sing Days of Plenty, because when I sing it I always get a little teary-eyed. That's pretty inconsequential, though, as my eyes water for no particular reason sometime. Usually when I'm talking about a memory.

I had a dream last night. I imagine that I do in fact dream at night, but never remember them. This dream was occuring right before my alarm went off. It was one of those dreams where you wake up, and hope that you hadn't. In my half-sleep state, I was half-convinced that it had indeed happened. But consiouness over took me, and I realized its nonreality. It was a nice dream. A reflection of what I want, I suppose.

Romeo and Juliet were stupid. They were 15, barely knew each other, and yet were willing to die for each other. Juliet refuses to marry Paris, ["He hardly knows her!" says Mrs. Guttadauro], but how much better does she know Romeo? They are reckless, and rediculous. Anybody wanting a Romeo or Juliet is akin to wanting an Edward Cullen. They want something they can't have, or is dangerous to have, for the pure fact that they will be loved uncondintionally, for little reason. Isn't this kind of want pure selfishness? You care not for the other person, only the love that they will provide for you. Both Romeo and Edward are idealic icons in romance, inspiring loads of insipid girls to swoon. Wanting a Romeo or an Edward shows imaturity, and the underdevelopment of self-esteem. Girls who want a boy to love them that much are trying to mask the fact that they don't love themselves enough. They have to be validated by their significant other, constantly assured that their existance is appreciated by another human being.

Romeo and Juliet is a tragedy. The idea that it can be held as the example of true love undermines the entire concept that THEY DIED.

So believe that she matters.

After performing "Metamorphosis: The Musical" and having a nice lunch, I learned the cast list was posted.

It was exactly as I wanted it.

I think this will be a good show.

So you'll take an arm...

Today was the second day of callbacks. I'm fairly sure what part I got, but I'll know for sure Friday.

I also spent some of today recording, and learning a song that I wrote.

Funny, funny.

I'm excited for next week. Because of some visiting committee, we have old school late starts Monday and Tuesday.

I should probably sleep. I am sleepy.

Jack

I've neglected you, sad little blog.

The pressure to not post everyday has created forgetfulness.

February break has been nice and low-key, but is coming to a close. I like waking up with nothing to do and making up my own schedule.

Wednesday night I ventured to Monterrey to see Lauren Shera play. She's amazing. She makes me want to write songs. Like, right now.

Thursday we explored Palo Alto, which somehow led to Mountain View, where I went to uWink, the COOLEST RESTAURANT EVER. It's like nothing I've ever experienced.

Today I worked on an English project, and then did nothing until the nighttime when I went to Steph's and got to see Heidi.

And tomorrow, there will be partying.

You and I [Ingrid Michaelson]

You should have seen that sunrise with your own eyes.

Speaking of eyes.

Last night, inexplicably, my right eye started acting it. I thought perhaps and eyelash had gotten stuck in there, so I tried the best I could to remove it. Upon further examination, I couldn't find any foreign object near or around my retinas. But as I had rubbed profusely, my right eye was a little red and agitated.

I went to bed.

It hadn't gone away.

I bought some Visine.

It hadn't gone away.






Argh.

My sister is home!

Let the marathon commence!

I'll admit, I made these in my pajamas.

One minimum day left until a nice long break.

Unexpected day.

Today I had a mini-snowball fight with my sidwalk.

I thought my car was just covered with fog or dew or whatever the liquid is that covers my vehicle in the morning-time.

I turn on my windshield wipers to clear away the moisture. And I hear a loud SCRAPE.

A thin layer of ice covered my windshield. So with numbed hands I scraped it off with the already-damp towel.



I couldn't live in the snow, but I'd love to have some here once in a while.

September '75 I was 47 inches high.

My posting schedule got all thrown out of whack when I skipped a day. I was perfectly within reach of a computer at some point in the day, but didn't have enough foresight. Oh well. Not tragic.

This weekend I spent a great deal of time peering through old artifacts from my life before deciding if they were worth keeping. I ended up with a garbage bag full of old papers, knick-knacks, and the like. Though I've still retained some of the clutter, I let my old life pass.

I figured it was going to be thrown out eventually, so why not now? I obviously didn't want it so much, otherwise it's place would have been more prominent and not mixed in with all the other crap that has accumulated throughout the years. So I said goodbye, and didn't think twice. It's alright.

But that got me thinking about relationships. Romantic relationships. Chances are, you're not going to end up with the person you're with as a teenager. It happens, but to only the lucky few whose marriage doesn't end in divorce. So sometimes I ask myself what the point is. The problems people have in these young relationships don't matter, because the relationship is not bound to be lifelong.

I don't know. Maybe it's just because I've never been in one. I probably need some perspective.

TODAY HAS BEEN WASTED.

And by that, I mean Saturday, since it's now Sunday.

I have done nothing. Absolutely nothing.


I am itching to jump out of this house and prowl the streets.

Alas! I have missed a day!

But seriously, in 365 days, it was bound to happen.


And now to continue the partying...

This is what I look like after a show:

Granted, it's just a talent show.




I have curly hair!

Oh oh oh, yeah, I'm homely and I'm boring.

This morning I had 12 followers.
Now I have 11.


Dun dun duuuuun.

I have come to the conclusion

that Harry Potter is amazing.


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Page 223.

I've got nothing new or exciting to report.


This week is filled with (in chronological order!) rehearsal, meeting, show, and another show. Tonight is the only free night I have...




Only 9 more days of school before break...

Page 422.

I've spent most of this weekend reading.


You know, it's like reading them for the first time.