And now I have it .. my schedule for my last year of high school. I have all the teachers and the courses I wanted — everyone always raves about Mr. Cook, Mr. Storino and Ms. Moakler. I had Mrs. Mayo last year for .. well .. Physics and I adored her.. and the Shakespeare class is being taught by my English teacher (dubbed as the GOH on this page) from last year — any longtime reader of this page knows my opinion on that. I’m not sure which Mrs. Liner I have for Spanish — there are two of them, with one being a nice one and one being the evil one Nick had last year. All in all, it will hopefully be a good year.
I went with Stephie to get my schedule. I haven’t seen her in months, and she has new hair and a modeling contract, which is really exciting for her. We registered at the school, and then went by Staples to get various school supplies.
By the way, yesterday was just a horrible day in all aspects of the word, so I’m not in the mood to relive it, if you don’t mind.
Anyway, we got our binders and pens, and then went to Applebee’s for lunch. I was exhausted and headache-y, so I know I wasn’t a very good lunch partner at all. We’re still so different from how we used to be, but we’re coping and adjusting to each other.
It’s 5:00 and I have another rehearsal to go to in an hour. I’m so tired.
Today is Nick’s last Show Choir performance. He was saying yesterday how depressed he’s going to be tonight because of the ending of Viva La Voce. I hope everything goes well, however. He apparently went to get his schedule early this morning, so I hope we have classes together, which will be a first. I’m pretty sure we will because we’re both taking the Shakespeare class.
Anyway. I’m going to try to sleep for the tiny slice of time I have before rehearsal.
I really have this big craving for coffee, but I have no energy to walk downstairs and get any. Besides, the mug I usually drink out of is still sitting next to me, with a thin film of coffee from my last drinking escapade.
Well. It turns out Nick and I have Sociology and Shakespeare together. I’m so entirely happy that we have classes together for the first time, but I’m also a little nervous. I just think we both have very different classroom behaviour and I’m afraid we’ll clash. And I’m also worried he’ll think, “Well, my girlfriend is in this class, I have to pay all the attention to her,” though I know he doesn’t think about stuff like that ever. So, who knows? I’m excited about having a class with the GOH with him. I screamed about her so much last year and he’ll finally get to see what I’m talking about.
Rehearsal was kind of simple and fun. It was the first day the orchestra was there, so it was just going to be a cue-to-cute music rehearsal. When we walked in, SK was on a cherrypicker, painting the walls of the theatre black. It was just funny because a) most directors think it’s blasphemous to do anything except sit behind their little desk and direct and b) it’s SK, who is like this elegant man in this really weird way, and you wouldn’t expect to see him painting.
Anyway, I wore my brown-Lion-King-dress and everyone kept touching it, which was cute. We sang for a while, and I was really excited because it seemed as if rehearsal would finish early. The orchestra was absurd — there were all this random bird noises and bongos intermingled with the melody.
We finished singing the score, and were about go home, when BJ suddenly showed up and decided she needed to see part of the dance, so we ended up finishing up as late as usual. Ohwell.
Nick and I barrelled out, and then somehow, got into a little snippet about CatsGirl. He won’t understand that I can simply dislike a person, and not have to have 50 reasons for it. Sure, I don’t like her because she reminds me of the Evil SalsaGirl, or because she laughs way too damn much, but we all know that if she wasn’t Nick’s adoring dance partner, I would have no problem with her. But, of course, I didn’t tell him that and just blew the whole thing off in my usual bitchy manner.
You know what’s kinda of ironic? I know I’ve mentioned 375984 times about how I went from a sweet, humble little girl in the beginning of my junior year to this bitchy, sassy diva at the end of the year. The odd thing is, is that I AM still like this sweet little girl, but I’ve gotten into this habit of attempting to boost my confidence by acting like a total snobby-type bitch, and this turned a LOT of people off, obviously. The only person, oddly enough, who truly realized what happened to me was the Evil SalsaGirl when she made the comment (surely not meant nicely, however) to Nick, “I wish Jennifer would go back to being her real self, instead of this bitchy act.”
Anyway. Enough about that over-talked subject.
I’m worried that I don’t have the same Creative Writing class as the same people who took it last year. Ryan is in 5th period and I’m in 2nd, and it will NOT be good for business if I am not with most of the second-year students.
It’s going to be sort of a busy weekend. Geoffrey is coming home for Labor Day, which is a good thing.
Please pray for good, sweet karma between Nick and I tomorrow.
Sir Harry gave me animal crackers today. He is so damn cute, and I can’t take it. My crush on him is back in service.
Me at age 12
As I sit here, at 1:18 AM, listening to Normandy on the OUAM soundtrack for the fifth time, I sip my lukewarm sugared-down coffee and think, “I should be asleep.”
But, I’m not, so here I am!
I enjoyed today so extremely much. As we’ve noted this summer, I’ve seemed to have gone through a lot of drastic emotional ups and downs, and it’s been very rare for me to go through one day without getting mad/upset/moody. TODAY, however, the only glitch in my cheeriness was a slight anger problem at the end of the night, which proved to blow over quickly.
Anyway, today’s main event was Nick’s Show Choir performance. I think I explained the concept of this earlier, but 6 outstanding Show Choir members in each school in the county were chosen to participate in the very first Summer Convocation Choir. This choir began practicing early August, and the point of the performance was to entertain the county teachers during a rather boring seminar they had to go to. Today, however, was the Show Choir (which was given the name Viva La Voce) dress rehearsal, which also doubled as a Parents and Friends Night.
I, of course, woke up in the afternoon sometime, grossed around for a bit and then showered and dressed. I decided I wanted to get something semi-special for Nick in honour of his performance, so I found my way (without getting lost!) to Target. As I pulled into the parking lot, I saw my Demi-God’s car. My Demi-God is this fatally attractive and unbelievably sweet boy I have had a crush on since Freshman Orientation. He just flutters the hell out of my heart. I think he reads this page, too, but it’s okay .. it’s just a cute crush, and nothing I’m embarrassed about. Anyway, so, I went into Target and randomly ran into two other people that had happened to be in Creative Writing class last year. As I was walking back to the magazine section, I finally met up with my Demi-God. He is attractive. Must I say more? (a sidenote about this a little later on)
I couldn’t find what I was looking for, so I randomly went by 7-11 and got Nick some Twizzler’s and Green Tea, reminiscent of SOM ‘97. I also found this cute little Intel Inside doll that reminded me of my dad (since he works with microchips), so I got that for him.
Oh, I forgot to mention that Nick left me a sweet package in my mailbox this morning. Last night, he was making up a list of people that he had spoken of in the Summer Show Choir for me to pick out that night, and he left the list, a Details magazine with Heather Graham on it, the OUAM soundtrack (which we seem to be co-owning), and a cute little thing that said “I love you, Jenny” on it.
So, 5:45 rolled around, and I went to pick up Nick. We reached the school he was performing at, and I was in shock. This school is one of the newer ones in the area, and it is massive in its appeal. It looks like an Arby’s or a shopping mall. I was ushered into the auditorium which was ,of course, gorgeous. Nick’s mom had asked me to save seats for her and Nick’s dad, PLUS his sister Julia and her two friends. I was a little nervous about having to save six seats since I think I am a bit too shy to tell strangers that those seats are, in fact, saved. Fortunately, it worked out. Amanda, a sort-of-friend from school but mostly one of Nick’s friend, sat next to me and we chatted for a while.
Then the show began .. and there went the tears. The elementary school and middle school were performing as well, but it was Nick’s choir that was so amazing. It was honestly the most amazing show I’ve ever seen in my life .. so professional and pretty and energized. I know I’ve said this a million times before, but seeing Nick perform just does something so good to me. I love it. As an actress, I automatically enjoy a fantasy world much more than a reality, but watching Nick’s shows just takes me into this world where there is just colour and music and energy. I can’t describe it. He is just so good. So good.
After the show, we all went up and climbed on him, screaming our praises. It was chaos all around us, and after mingling for a bit, Nick and I escaped the crowd, and went to McDonald’s. There we had intense discussions about the upcoming school year. Both of us cannot express our relief at not being in theatre class next year. Most people at school think our reasoning is that we feel too “superior” for the department, but the truth of it is that we don’t need the added stress that automatically attaches itself to department. I am so far removed from the days when I thought that the Drama Department of that school was heaven-sent. I think SOM ‘97 made me realize how unnecessary things are at school, and then the Infamous NY Scandal, of course, sealed it.
Alas. So, we came home and did our usual cuddling and TV-watching.
I took Nick home around 12, and that’s where a tiny incident occurred. Nick and I live in the same neighborhood, so getting home is only a matter of minutes. On the way home, I apparently was going the speed limit, and this car behind me passed me dangerously, and then ironically stopped in front of Nick’s house. Who gets out of the car, but JTT. Julia, Nick’s sister, had left something for him in the mailbox and he was collecting it, I guess. I pulled up beside him, and he came over to the window to talk to us. I jokingly admonished him for passing him, and I guess that didn’t go over well with him, so he made some snide remark to me, and then of course almost jumped Nick because he is absolutely in love with Nick. He just thinks that no person could ever match the perfection that is Nicholas, which I agree with. But, since I am short-fused, as he was walking back to his car, I yelled, “Goodbye, asshole.” Tactful, as always.
As I thought about it, however, I realized why it upset me so much. When attractive boys are meanly sassy to me in some way, it makes me feel like I’m right back in 7th grade. I mean, look at that picture. I was not an attractive young lady, and I was harassed severely. I’m not exactly beautiful now, but attractive boys don’t harass me in a negative way anymore, so when one does, it makes me feel .. well, like a 7th grader with big glasses and bad hair.
Anyway.
Alas. And here I am. Let’s see .. ohyes, to clear up something: when I said Saving Private Ryan lacked emotion, I didn’t mean I didn’t like it. I thought it was an excellent depiction of the war and a wonderfully-made movie. I just didn’t leave the theatre with the feeling, you know? And I know it seems trite to compare 54 with SPR, but one left me with a feeling and one didn’t. I can’t help that.
The sidenote now: it must seem like I talk my crushes on here excessively. Nick and I are so comfortable in our relationship, that we talk openly about people we have “crushes” on. Crushes are cute. Love is permanent.
Goodnight .. rehearsal starts up again tomorrow. We open next Friday, which is a frightening thought. What’s more frightening, however, is the proximity of the first day of school.
But, alas.
So, today I was in this random chipper mood. I listened to the OUAM soundtrack over and over again until I thought I was going to burst from cheeriness. Nick called me around 5, and was in a less than happy mood. He had just finished with 5 hours of Show Choir and was feeling gross and tired, and not looking forward tonight’s rehearsal, so our moods clashed a bit, but it was all good.
He came over for a while, and we managed to raise his spirits. Once at rehearsal, we realized it wasn’t going to be a big deal — we were running Act II, which both of us are only in twice, so we were able to relax a bit. We went to Burger King, and then took our various goodies to the back table. By that time, Nick was in a much better mood, but I had soaked in his bad energy and I was being cranky. We can never balance ourselves.
So, we ran the act. Some things are looking not so good at all, but others are looking wondermous. My license to write specifics about such good and not-so-good things has been taken away by my fear of who’s reading this page now. But, alas.
The second act is going much better than the first act, at least. On Saturday, which is the tech day, I am hoping (praying) everything is going to pull together a bit more tightly, considering we’re opening in two weeks.
Otherwise, there are no highlights. I tried to separate CatsGirl from the Evil SalsaGirl tonight, but I found myself unable to achieve that task. There are just too damn alike, and I know it’s not fair for me to make this judgement against CatsGirl just because she reminds me of someone I have intense dislike for, but it’s like the similarities are too eerie for me to be able to distinguish the two. They laugh the same. They give the same dirty looks. They have the same coloring and eyes and mouth and hair. CatsGirl, in general, is nicer than the Evil SalsaGirl, but then again .. I used to think SalsaGirl was the sweetest, most sincere person in the world. But, alas .. that doesn’t mean CG will end up in the same dislike-portion of my brain that SG did.
Hmm. Well, it seems I cannot end an evening without being in a horrible mood. I’m fine now, but once we were home from rehearsal, I turned into this evil bitchy girl, like usual. It’s like no matter how chipper and cheery I am in the morning, I inevitably end up in a grumpy mood by evening. And nothing really provokes it.
Nick and I are being cute lately. He’s into this pseudo-flirting thing lately where he thinks it’s the cutest thing to throw stuff at me — which it is. We were sitting in the back of the theatre, eating the last bits of our food, when I got up to go the other table and something, and I felt this stream of cold water hit the back of my neck. He had, apparently, thrown half my water from my water bottle on me. So, I dumped the rest on his head. All in good taste and fun.
My brother is spending the night tonight. Something is wrong with him, obviously, and my mother tried to mouth the problem to me at the dinner table, but I couldn’t quite catch what she meant. She did, however, make it clear that he and the Wondermous Leslie were still quite intact, which is definitely a good thing.
Here’s a sidenote for you: why do some people turn into such assholes when they get to college? It’s like they think they are so much older and cooler, and they don’t need anybody. Usually these type of people were assholes to begin with. Ohwell — being a little freshman on the lonely totem pole of the college scale will soon send him plummeting.
Geoffrey (who I was not talking about up there, by the way) is coming home tomorrow for a bit. He’s on his way to visit the Evil SalsaGirl, however, so I may or may not talk to him.
Early rising tomorrow. Pray that I accomplish it. Because you know what tomorrow is?
54 DAY!
“And you may be sure .. way down deep, I’m demure, though some people I know might deny it, at bottom I’m quiet and pure.”
Alright. I have a slight announcement to make. Once Upon A Mattress is the favourite musical I have ever participated in, PLUS it is in my top three of favourite musicals ever. It’s kind of an odd fit with RENT and Sunset Boulevard, being that it isn’t dramatic and isn’t on as high of a scale as my other two favourites. But I just love it! I’m listening to the soundtrack now — it’s actually Nick’s, but I borrowed it the first day he bought it and haven’t given it back yet.
My brother is downstairs and I hope he doesn’t come up here and ask to check his mail because I deleted his screename.
Well, I meant to get up early this morning. I set my alarm for 6:00, but I actually woke up at 9, which I considered early enough. When I fully awoke, however, my awake-ears were met with the sound of pouring rain against my windows! I just lay back down, fetal-positioned my self under my quilt and listened to the rain. No matter what is going on, rain can always put me in this oddly content mood. I had planned just to stay in bed for a bit, listening to the rain, but I fell back asleep and woke up at noon. Ohwell. Tomorrow I’ll try the early-waking deal.
Let’s see. Rehearsal yesterday. I’m still a bit apprehensive about writing about rehearsal anymore, but it’s 50% of my life right now, so what the hell? Besides, I have nothing horrible to say about yesterday’s proceedings at all.
The plan yesterday was to get fitted for costumes. Nick and I arrived a little after 6:30, and thought we were horribly late, but it ended up SK wasn’t even there yet, so it worked out. Everyone was in this social, jovial mood which soon permeated me. Nick and I sat in the audience for a while, watching everyone come out and model their medevil costumes, and then I went back to be fitted.
Wow. I must say that Don, the costumer, is wondermous! He knew exactly what would fit who, and what colour would clash with people’s skin tones and all this highly technical stuff that impressed me to no end. I tried on a couple of dresses, and all fit me perfectly. For my princess part, I ended up with this form-fitting light blue (anything blue is always good for me) dress and this white-gold-cape thing that went over it. I looked like a cross between a milkmaid and Alice in Wonderland, but I loved it. I spied my Wench costume, and it’s this little lace-up boustier. Of course, I love it!
So, everyone trampled around the stage in their costumes. We reviewed some scenes, and after a couple of hours or so, it was time to take pictures. It was so organized! The DivaKellys had made up this list with each specific shot they wanted. It felt like a press reel or something.
Pictures began and ended, and then after a long day, it was time to go.
Some sidenotes about rehearsal: I figured out a couple of days ago why CatsGirl bothers me so much. In reality, she is actually a very nice person — a little goony and annoying at times — but there is nothing horrible about her. BUT .. she reminds me of the evil SalsaGirl! They sort of look alike, except for differences in height and weight, but as for facial features and facial expressions, they are identical! No wonder I was like steaming everytime I saw CatsGirl. Now that I have identified my dislike, hopefully I can begin to distinguish between the Evil SalsaGirl and CatsGirl.
Anyway, when we got home, we managed to catch the end of the 54 premiere on MTV. How long have I been talking about this movie? Nick has wanted to see this movie for like 6 months now, and he finally will on Friday. He wants us to go the 7:00 AND the 9:00 showing, and then see it all day on Saturday. How cute is that?
It was the end of the premiere, but fortunately I had taped it and we were able to watch the beginning as well. We were a bit worried because we had read on this internet site that Ryan Phillippe had gone into bad-boy mode and had flicked off cameras and other such stuff. But, alas .. he was his same sweet self. I swear, this actor is like a part of our life or something.
Alright. I have stuff to do, sort of. I need to answer some e-mails and THEN I need to call Stephanie! She has been calling me for like a week now, and the first couple of days, I wasn’t able to call her back due to rehearsal, but then I felt bad for not calling her back those days, and the not-calling-back days just piled up.
Nick’s Show Choir deal is going wondermous, by the way. He learned to tap dance and swing dance and all this awesome stuff.
“Bravo, Bravo, Bravissimo!”