We were standing in front of the theater with two hours to spare, so we Yelped the best restaurant in a 10 block radius and found this place called Maialino. We had risotto croquettes and tonnarelli a caccio e peppe from the bar menu, and it was fabulous. In that moment, sitting in a restaurant in NYC with my best friend in a ridiculously sparkly red dress, glass of wine in one hand and iPhone in the other, I thought about how lucky I am and how good life has been to me. I thought about how happy I am that I basically cracked at 16 and had no problem getting up in the middle of morality class and playing the crazy card to get out of class, and that I decided to move to Minnesota, of all places, just to try something new without the direct access of my parents, and that I understand exactly how dumb and irrational I am sometimes, and that I can admit when I am wrong and that I am capable of changing. In that moment I felt privileged and like I didn’t deserve to have such a magical existence, but then I pulled myself from the depths of my mind because that’s a bad neighborhood.
This past weekend, the middle school performed You’re A Good Man Charlie Brown, and Mike was Charlie Brown. My parents took some video clips that I want to upload but for some reason it is taking way too long, like hours. I may try to upload them later but for now, there are no videos. Sam was one of the lighting people (the other was his friend Max) and they did a great job. Those lights went off, and they went on, and it was spectacular. Haha, just kidding, Sam. Nice job. Of course I had to watch the performance at least once, so I went on Saturday evening. It was nice, but there is no plot, like no story. It was just telling you about the characters of the peanuts and not necessarily about one specific event. But it was cute.
And on Saturday morning, I was feeling a lot better so I called Yulia and met her downtown. I rode my bike to the school for the bus, and as I was locking up my bike, the bus pulled up. It was perfect timing. Then I rode the bus downtown and met Yulia in front of Manor. There was this awesome concert in the piazza of these teenagers performing this Spanish music to raise money for a trip for some charity to London, so we hung out and watched them for a while. Then we went to Manor and shopped around in the men’s department. It was fun. I bought the coolest hat known to mankind…seriously. Then as we were walking around we shoved leaves in the holes of my hat and in Yulia’s headband. I felt like the Jolly Green Giant, but it was fun =] .
Dad, Mom, and Nonni were at Manor so we got a ride to school where we went to the Spring Arts Festival. Some of the stuff there was seriously A MAZ ING. Like, ahhhh. Yulia’s church was unbelievably cool beyond words, and this one girl made a photography slide show to the song Teenage Wasteland by The Who, and I watched it twice. It made me want to like scream with happiness. I think that’s what people want from art in a show like that, to evoke some sort of response. After we saw the artwork, I rode my bike home and went to the first showing of YAGMCB.
Awlright. I’m going to attempt to not spend all night on my laptop and actually go to sleep before midnight. Love yaaa =]
I don’t remember where it was, but I saw the colors orange and gray somewhere and I thought, “Wow…that looks nice! It is now another one of my favorite color combinations!” (My favorite is fire-engine red and true purple) So…I decided to change the colors of my blog! If you don’t like it please let me know (although, that doesn’t necessarily mean I’ll change it…), but if you can’t read something or there’s too much contrast I will definately change it. Also, orange was my favorite color for a few years, but last year it evovled to blue, and I think it’s going to stay that way for a while. Incase you haven’t noticed, I’m the kind of person who likes change…ALOT of change. Not for any particular reason, I just do.
Oh and this is totally random, but I’ve been getting these weird hiccups at all hours, and their like solo hiccups. I got 19 so far today, but they started at 6:15 am and they were spread out all day! I think it’s because I’ve been singing alot more now that I’m in drama, and when you sing you use your diaphragm, and hiccups are contractions of your diaphragm, so, yeah… ♥
I just got back from the show and I did great! Okay, I wasn’t great, but I was alot better then I expected. I NEVER got my part right before, and this time, I nailed it! I was soo happy! Some people bought me flowerd, but I forgot money, so I’m gonna buy them for everyone tomorrow. Erin (Ms. Darbus) is seriously like the best person in the entire show; she’s hysterical! Sr. Anne was laughing so hard I thought she was going to fall off her chair! Oh, and everyone’s makeup looked amazing (I helped =] lol). After the show, some people were going to Lilianna’s but my dad made pizza so I came home; I’m going tomorrow. I have to (or should I say, “get to”) do this all again tomorrow. pce ouooot!
OMG I can’t even brush my teeth without hearing “We’re All In This Together!” in my head. Here’s my drama crazy schedule from the past week:
Monday: drama 11 am-6pm
Tuesday: drama 11am-6pm then sleepover Emily’s house and stay up until 2 am
Wednesday: drama 3:30 pm-11pm
Thursday: wake up at 6:30 to be at physical therapy by 8, then be home by 10 to be at drama from 11am-5:30pm
Friday (today): drama from 9:30 until 1:30, come home and chill then be at drama at 4:30 for hair and makeup and a dry-run of the show then the 7pm show!
Saturday (tomorrow): drama at 10:30 am for hair and makeup and another dry-run of the show then the 1pm show, then we hang out and another dry run then the 7pm (and last) show, then the cast and crew is going to Lilianna’s for dinner at 10-ish
crazy much? thought so…