"It's curtains for you, Dr. Horrible. Lacy, gently wafting curtains."

Bonjour, my fellow brethren! :) As you can well see, it's been a while since I've touched this dusty ol' thing, hasn't it been? Well, I feel that's with good reason anyway. This blog has been a nice little way for me to vent my feelings and relieve boredom for as long as I've used it, but... I honestly feel it's time to bring this blog to a close. I don't need to broadcast my every emotion on the interwebnet machine :), nor does anyone else need to hear descriptions of said feelings in an unintentionally melodramatic manner xD Basically, this is kind of unnecessary, and I shouldn't feel the need to explain myself further than that, so... I really think it's time for it to go, haha :)

Farewell, kind world! I sincerely and simply adore you all in every conceivable way :)

Whoaness, it certainly has been a while-ish!

2:22 A.M., make a wish! :D

It's been quite a long time (for me) since I've written anything on this here so-called "blog" contraption! What to say? Not much, frankly. I mean, I could rant for days about how Disney World has once again changed my life and I sincerely need to live there or else I'll explode, but... I'm sure you've heard it all before, quite frankly! I rant far too much on topics such as these. Other than that? Just depressing summer stuff. I'm kind of going insane because my family could quite frequently be described as a pathetic, issue-ridden excuse for a household. Hahaha. But it's undeniably true; I'm going to jump out a window. Why, you may ask? Well... ahahahaa. For starters, I honestly worry that there actually IS something wrong upstairs with my mother (all joking aside), my sister took too many Advils one night and started chucking objects at my head but then failed to remember said event in the morning, and not to mention my father... Still unsure how to act "fatherly" or do "fatherly" things, he continues to complain about everything while becoming so overweight that his enormous recliner chair flipped over on him today as he tried to ascend from it... I kid you not.

...I feel bad typing all of this on the internet. But it's true, and I'm going mad! Madman across the waaateerrr!! Aaaaaggghhhhh. I need to make my nonexistent/sparse readership my therapists! Bahaha XD

But I'm okay. (I think.) (Er, pardon, I hope. ;D)

So basically- HEY, SCHOOL. START NOW. Okay, thanks. ^^

There's No Business Like Show Business Like No Business I Knoooww!

Bonjour, kind fellows! :D

I've left and returned from New York City! Originally I was quite dreading this vacation...

i.e. I don't fancy the prospect of planes unnecessarily crashing into firey destruction in the harbor with me in them, bombers wanting to take out the Big Apple while I'm in it, or killers flitting about Central Park while I'm within the vicinity.

...but, I came and went and it was AWESOME! It came in stages, though. At first, in the shock of starting in Palatine and then suddenly being THERE, I took a million pictures from the limo and was engulfed in, "WHOA!!!!! THIS. IS. THE. BEST. PLACE. EVER." Then after a day or so, I was more prone to thinking, "WTF! It smells dreadful, there's sad homeless people and weird trash everywhere, you don't know whose secretly a killer or just a lonely person, people are smoking cigarettes every five paces, and all the pretty lights we're all awed by are actually just advertisements trying to make you spend money on something stupid! Aah!" After a while, though, you get used to all this and you begin to love it again... despite it's issues.

But I've ranted long enough on that point. I may go into detail about meeting famous people and stuff later, but... not right now :) I'd just like to focus on the impact this trip has had. (Yes, this post is acting as my therapist! Haha :D)There's a lot of mindset change, thinking about life like a wannabe-philosopher-dude, lalalala, but I'm also thinking about my future occupation. I've basically had absolutely NO plausible ideas, but... I'm now thinking of getting into acting/music/theater as a life choice. I've always wanted to, but there's always endless problems... What if I can't get work? What if that makes me crazy or poor? What if I don't have a back-up plan and can't get out of the rut? What if I actually do manage to become successful, but then face horrible, overly-dramatic fame problems, like having stalkers or arrogance, etc.? What if something more meaningful is out there for me, and this is just a bad idea and a waste? Yes, so... it's not the smartest path. But, being in New York, despite my fear of evil people and creepers, I almost felt at home? Like I needed to be there? I don't know. But most importantly, I met a lot of theater people. They are so happy and friendly!! And hey, not to mention, passionate about things I love. I was so overjoyed being with them, I was tingling! (Honestly, literally tingling. Talk about psychosomatic reaction, eh?)

...Sometimes lately I've had difficulty being NOT awkward with people, I've noticed, but... these awesome theater people... they were simply fantastic. I need to spend time with them and their awesomeness; it really will do me good, I surely would think, because I've never felt happier. And the point of living life is to be happy, is it not?

That rant being said, I'm looking into attending Stagedoor Manor next summer (or the summer after that if I'm too late to get accepted). In a nutshell, it sounds like the greatest place since sliced bread! ...Because bread is a place now. ? :) It's ridiculously expensive, though, so I'm going to get a job in August and maybe collect cans for money. My parents seem on board so far, thankfully :) Strangely, actually, considering. Guess we'll see how this goes?

Oh my goodness! Oh, Merlin's beard! Sweet peaches! For the love of Saint Bridgette! ...In other words, that was long! I'M SO SORRY! I'll try not to do that again!

Music and Stuff!

Dear Train (the band, not the locomotive),

You are a fine musical group and I am quite fond of several of your songs. Yay for you. But deary me, people! You and your "Soul Sister" song? Yes, you have some serious problems. It's supposed to be a sweet love song, and yet:

1) You say some hideous, near-profane things!
2) I feel like you're yelling at me! Stop!

Must I elaborate on numero uno? Must I point out that you made reference to lipstick stains, blowing people's minds, smelling people in your dreams, obsession, virginity, drugs, gangsters, and your untrimmed chest?

On the other hand, I typically hate most songs involving rap (or any song that could be played on 103.5 FM, for that matter). But, as I'm busy disliking a good band like Train, I have become rather fond of both the Cooler Than Me song and the Billionaire song... I don't know what's happening. But they're good. So do give them a try. And let us write strongly-worded letters to Mr. Train and his stupid chest :)

Sincerely,
Me

Bummer in Summer

Bahaha! I rhymed just there! Ahahaha....

We've started our almighty mission to clean out the horrific crime scene that is our basement. Quite a bummer. But!!! But. But there is an upside! Despite the dust now clogging my lungs, I have found an array of awesome stuff! Besides lots of random, pricey objects I get to sell for cash, I have stumbled across:

- The long-lost mate to my joyous, blue and black-striped knee sock! I've been looking for that for YEARS!

- Some of my Beanworth stories! (For those of you unfamiliar with them, they were a sort of "hit" series, haha, that I wrote for class during 4th grade. *retrospective sniffle*) I thought I had lost them for good! I'm so happy!!

So yes! As a contrast to my more depressing-sounding posts of late: HAPPY HAPPY JOY JOY! :D

Do please have a miraculously snazzy day filled with jolly fairies and fanciful bunnies!
...Or whatever happens to float your boat :)

Run, Joey, Run!

...Well, first of all, that's an amusing song, but not the topic of this here blog post :)

All I wish to say here is that I have this weird craving to get outside and run. It's definitely not my strong point, and my asthma will ruthlessly attack me, but I seriously just want to run and and run and run and run and run. All day. Without stopping. Everywhere. Without an overprotective guardian trailing me -_- Not to sound overly-dramatic, but I have little freedom here, and I've been pushed to the point where I just need to get out. I want to run.

But I know that can't happen :(

SQUEE!!!

Several things:
- SQUEE!!!!!!! Oh my goodness!!! Aaahh!! *faints*
- Yes, too much of that ^ Fangirlism seems to be plaguing me...!
- I need to escape this house!
- I need to escape the internet!
- I need to get a life!
- I need to do something remotely meaningful!
- I need to secretly get those 5 cakes out of the house before I end up stealing them and proceed to become a blimp!
- I need a hug!
- I need a clothes dryer that WORKS!
- I need to stop needing things!

GAH. CABIN FEVER.