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FOTC!

So in a spurt of spontaneity, I decided to check price tickets yesterday afternoon for Flight of the Conchords. And it was like a miracle. Two tickets for $65 each in row T for the 6:00pm show. $65 is a bit steep, considering they were $40 to begin with, but when I was looking at ticket prices last month they were over a hundred. Amazingly, they were in the same row as Jessica's. It was a sign. I could go. I had to go. And thus began the frantic search to find someone to take the other ticket. After about a dozen "no"s, Andrew Dodson finally said yes! So, it was all set. He would drive me and Jess up, and we would all partake in the brilliance of FOTC.

The drive up was smooth. When we got there I was worried we wouldn't be able to find parking, since it was basically packed city streets. We could have paid $20 for parking. No, thanks. Miraculously [again!], we found parking on a curb, for free. It was just down the block from the theater. We lucked out. We were, however, kind of confused as to why we were still waiting in line outside the theater at 5:30. And still at 5:45. Once we got in, we tried to see how we could all sit together. Once again, luck played on our side, and some guys behind us said they had an extra seat. So Dodson sat right behind me and Jessica. We also soon found out the reason the concert had been delayed. Something about fire alarms going off.

And then:



They were just as cool as you'd think. I laughed so hard before the opener [which was Arj Barker, who plays Dave on FOTC] even came out. I'm so happy I got to see them.

After the concert was kind of crazy, because there were a million people trying to leave/buy merch/get pictures with Arj and another million people trying to get into the theater for the nine o'clock show. And then I started feeling really, really bad, so part of our night included running into a sushi restaurant. But then I started to feel better.

Jessica really wanted to go to Fudruckers, which was conveniently on the way home. But as we drove past it, we saw that it no longer existed. So we went to T.G.I.F. instead. And I introduced them to the amazingness that is their breadsticks. I started feeling sick again [woohoo!], but was basically better by the time I got home, which was around 11:30. I felt bad. My mom was up and wanted to go to bed.

Anyways, that is my detailed account of my day. Instead of studying for my Bio final which is tomorrow morning, I spent it rocking out with Bret and Jermaine. And I don't regret it.

Why the fuck would you want me back? Maybe it's because you don't know me at all.

THE PAST TWO WEEKS HAVE BEEN INTENSE.

The past two weeks were summed up in the past weekend. On Friday, I threw an impromptu cast party since nobody else could have it, which was ridiculously crazy. There were FIFTY teenagers in my house. I can't think of a time when there has been more people. My poor parents...

Saturday was actually pretty relaxed. I went up to Danville to visit my extended family, and mostly ended up babysitting/chasing/playing with/supervising Carter, my cousin's little 4 year old, and his brother Davis. Little kids are so funny. And darn cute. That night I saw Star Trek [again] really late at night, and got home a little later than my mom probably wanted me to.

Sunday, I picked out a prom dress, and got to see this lovely guy:



Look at his cute little grin! He just looked so happy when he was playing. It was by far one of the best concerts I've been to. Granted, that isn't a lot, but Ben Folds was an EXPERIENCE. Favorite parts of the night include: running to the front of the stage, after being the 4th person let in to the Fox Theater; drunk lady WTF?; Ben breaking a piano string because he was rocking out; THREE PART HARMONY WITH THE AUDIENCE; crazy opener lady who was probably high; those girls in front of us getting high; and spending time with my friends in general.

I've been listening to him non-stop now. I can't get over how [insert less commonly used synonym for amazing] he is.

I have nothing else to say.

I was never greater than good, but I loved you all I could.

I am about 12 hours away from being DONE with AP testing. I didn't really study, so I probably won't pass Econ, but I really don't care. I'm so ready for it to be summer. I'm almost done. The show will be over. Then I focus on Thespian Awards, then graduation, and then work. And then college. Oh, my.

Tonight was the Sony Star banquet. When I found out they would be announcing the winner FIRST, before dinner, I was really anxious. Because that's really awkward. Vanessa Harsh won, and if somebody had to win over me, I'm glad she did. She's in charge of our whole project, and has always been really involved in the community. I don't feel bad. I also thought it would be awkward after the announcement, but we're all pretty good friends. And Andrew kept making jokes, so we actually had a pretty fun time. And we got free dinner out of it.

I don't really have much else to say. The past couple of days have been really really busy, and then really really NOT busy.

BEN FOLDS BEN FOLDS BEN FOLDS BEN FOLDS

I convinced my parents on the ride home from San Jose today to drop me off at the concert so I don't have to go up a day early. Woohooooooooooo!

I DONT WANT TO STUDY I JUST WANT IT TO BE OVER WAAAHWAAAHWAAAHHHHH

One more test. And then I'm done. AHHHH.

Is it tomorrow afternoon yet?

Devolving into nothing.

Whenever I leave the dungeoness room that is the Science Lecture Hall so as to go to the bathroom, I'm always surprised by how bright and cheery it is. I suppose it's because I've just spent the past hour and something minutes in a room with no windows or natural light of any kind, where the only sound you can hear are the scribbling of pens, shuffling of papers, and coughs or sneezes of any sick test-takers. I usually never go to the bathroom because I have to go to the bathroom. It's mostly because I have extra time, and don't want to spend it in there. And every time I leave, I always think what a beautiful day it is.

Today I took my Biology exam, and while I'm pretty sure I failed it, I'm happy to know that I am almost done. Today I came home from school, cleaned my room, studied for Econ, and realized how much free time I had. I didn't have rehearsal, or any homework. I finished my allotted studying for the day. So I made some dinner, watched some Big Bang Theory, and then went outside to play my guitar and walk around for a bit. It was cold. I came back in. So here I am, reflecting on all the things I've done this afternoon, and it's not even 10 yet. I like having all this spare time, but I don't know what to do with myself!

I'm so full of nothing I don't have anything interesting to blog about. I tried writing, but it's cold, and my fingers are still kind of sore from Saturday night. Maybe I'll go make some tea. I like tea. I recorded the new episode of House, but I never get the television. It feels weird to write that word out, but "tv" just looks lazy, and "TV" looks so alien and official. Maybe I should call it "teevee." Phonetics, ftw. The whole teevee ordeal makes me stay up really late, because that's the only time I can watch anything. I could watch it tomorrow, I guess. I'm going to buy director's gifts after school with Alex and Christina, so maybe not. Then I've got to go to a Sony Star thang. Wednesday I find out who wins the scholarship. I wonder how many people [including myself] will still be motivated to work on the project even after the winner is announced.

I saw Star Trek on Sunday. It was good. I want to watch it again. Or the teevee series. I used to watch "Enterprise" when it was on UPN. I don't remember much about it though.

I'm going to end this stream of conscience rambling now and go do something, erm, productive.

Hello, little birdies.

This is a check-in.

In re-reading my last post/glancing at it casually, I realized that I sounded very angry and pissed. Which I guess I was. I was [and for the most part, still am] stressed out. But I'll try to make this post sound less......RAWRIMGOINGTOEATYOUANDYOURBABIESRAAAAAAAAWWWRRRR.


On Monday, I took my first AP test. It was actually pretty easy, and I feel confident that I passed. Woohoo! Today I took Calculus, which was...erm...more difficult that I had anticipated. I think I passed, but probably just barely. It sucks, too, because I care the most about the class. And was preparing for it hardcore the two weeks leading up to it. Oh well. I'm going to retake Calculus anyways, but I still feel kind of let down. The upside is that now I have a class that's done for the year. English is tomorrow, and it hasn't really dawned on me until today that I'm done with English. All I have to do is some multiple choice, write three essays, and I'm DONE.

And that leaves Biology and Economics. I don't care about either of these. I will study minimaly, and whatever happens, happens. Biology is rediculous anyhow. I also haven't read a chapter since the begining of the year, so I really don't know anything at all. And even after I take the damn test, the class doesn't end, becase my Biology teacher is the kind of teacher who doesn't think the class ends when AP testing is over. Yes, Ms. Slate, yes it does. Because we're taking AP Biology. As in, AP, as in, preparing to take the AP test. Argh. Oh well. I've been accepted to college.

Econ is stupid.

And then there's Little Women. We open tomorrow. I think the show will be fine, but I still wish we had more time. Bill still makes me aggravated. It's not going to be as good as Into the Woods, but that's because Into the Woods was...Into the Woods...

Sorry. This is not-so-list-like-laudry-list of some things on my mind. I don't even think future-me would care to read this. Oh well.

Don't even expect anything.

I'm not going to be in a blogging mood over the next 17 days.

I should, in fact, be sleeping right now, but I'm not. I have been busy since I got home, and have been studying and doing homework for too long to just stop, and sleep.

I am getting worn out. It's exhausting. May 17th! Ben Folds! Ahhhh. I can do it. But it's going to take a hell of a lot of willpower to get there.

Several things are frustrating. Let's take a look:

• Little Women - Don't get me wrong, the show is going to be great. But several things piss me off. Repeatedly. And when I try and say something, NOBODY LISTENS. For example, our set is so poorly designed that there is NO room to walk anywhere. He hasn't even seen us in our costumes yet. They've planned for each of us to have hoop-skirts and tons of petticoats, and they are just NOT going to fit. Furthermore, I have a song in the attic. THE ANNOYINGLY SMALL AND CRAMPED ATTIC. It's this dramatic and emotional piece, and I'm worried that because I have to maneuver awkwardly, people will find it funny, and ruin the moment. But with a huge skirt, there is no way I'm going to be able to walk between the trunk and the back wall. NO WAY. If the trunk were gone, we might be able to do it, but bill is so stubbornly stupid that he insists on having that trunk there. He'll realize on Monday, and then we'll have no time. We open in a week, for heaven's sake! Also annoying about Little Women is the fact that Bill NEVER gives acting notes. "You could have moved here at this point," he says. Yes, Bill. Yes, I could have. Never have we gotten a note that didn't pertain to stage directions. Our blocking changes all the time. And he NEVER comments on our acting. He is pointless. He might as well not be there. The closest he's come to giving me an acting comment is to just say something vague and general like "You're almost there," or "I'm not really getting her completely." That doesn't really give me anywhere to go, Bill. You're not really helping, Bill. Just go away.
• Melligan - He is a constant annoyance, but he's being particularly douchey lately. ONE, he refused to do any sort of review for Civics, and TWO, he didn't schedule any time for review for Econ. Weeks ago he claimed he was going to have review sessions during STAR testing, but since they scheduled him to take teacher's breaks, he can't do them anymore. And so he said that's it. They took his time away, and there's nothing he can do about it. We all know that the real reason he isn't giving a review session for Civics is becuase he can't review something he never taught. He doesn't know anything about Civics to being with. What is rediculous is that he was REFUSING to HELP us. He blamed it on the school, but that was just a cop-out. He's a sissy. As for Econ, he's scheduled two chapters a week right up until the week before the actual Econ test. Which means we've got homework and stuff the week in which I have THREE tests. Sara Hellstrom decided that she was going to have her own study party/review session, and in announcing it to the class Melligan got pissed and offended. If you're not going to help us, why the fuck are you mad that we want to help ourselves. He makes me want to scream. Loudly. For hours. Fuck you, Mr. Melligan. Fuck. You.

Those are the two main things, I guess. It kind of sucks not having a personal life anymore. I go to school, go to rehearsal, come home and study for a couple hours, and go to bed. Whoop-de-doo. Once Calc and Civics are done I can focus on Bio and Econ (which I haven't even started studying for yet. Civics is so soon! And I won't even have the pleasure of being able to goof off in class, since that class really ended back in January. Calculus is the test I've been preparing for the most, so I'll be relieved when that's over. It's also the one I care about the most. English is English. The open question terrifies me, but I'm just going to work with what I've got. Part of me contemplates reading "Death of a Salesman" since I've seen it on the lists of acceptable books or plays, but really...when on Earth am I going to have the time to do that?

I don't even get to sleep in this weekend. I've got part 2 of my job interivew on Saturday morning, and a TAC thing on Sunday morning. Monday I've got to wake up earlier than normal because of my AP Civics test.

When I was 13, I hiked the Grand Canyon with my family. The hike down wasn't so bad - at least, not any harder than I expected. Hiking back up was not as much fun. The last three miles, however, were torture. I remember being so close to finishing, but being so tired and ready to just sit and wait for hours until I felt better. But I couldn't stop for long. We had to get to the top. We had to finish. Right now, I'm entering those last three miles of the trail. It's the hardest and most difficult part of the journey. I'm feeling stressed out and overextended, and the finish line is just barely in sight.

My family is also going through some difficult times. I don't really want to talk about it, because it's scary and because I've been asked to not talk about it, but I need some sort of outlet. I've got to stay strong, but I'm as insecure as anyone. And I don't know how to confront this, or how to deal with it. Mostly I don't want to talk about it because I don't want to think about it. Pretending it doesn't exist seems like the easiest way to deal with it right now.

If you're a praying person, please keep me and my family in mind.