A Year Later

So, it's been a year. This is so weird.
Junior year is the biggest drag ever. I can't even begin to say how tired and fully sick of school I am. What's the point of learning some of this piddly detail-junk? None.

So, I'm supposed to be doing math HW. Thank God for TV. Specifically NCIS.
Once Spring Break hits, I'm relaxing and visiting colleges. I will be spending all my free time sleeping, writing, and reading. And eating Southern food ('cause that's where all the schools are, minus a few PA ones that are a days' drive).

So, I will write again, soon-ish. Meanwhile, check out my Facebook page. It's over there -->

Thanks, and enjoy your life.
Maybe it will supplement my lack of one.

Dearest,
a.beautiful.lie

Tired.

Ok, so I'm just doing a quick update.

EotA--> went awesome. I messed up a little, but that always happens. Glad to be done with that.
Only problem is my knee got screwed up again. I hate my ACL. Damn ligament.

Watching CSI. I'm tired.

Going to go sleep,
a.beautiful.lie

I'm Bored. and Tired. and a little Bitchy, too.

Hello again.

I'm actually not that tired, considering I got more than 10 hours of sleep. I'm more tired emotionally that anything. I feel drained and worn out. I'm 15 years old and I'm burning out. It's just so frustrating and wearing to have to act like and adult and be a leader and have to act like a parent to my own parents.
I just wish I could be a damn kid and not have to worry about so much. I feel old, and I hate that.

I want so much in life. Money, success, power. I think the biggest thing I want is revenge. I want to laugh in the faces of these girls who made me feel like crap when I was younger. I want to be so powerful and strong and have my name plastered on that so they see what I did. Why their actions were the stupidest, most vapid things they ever could've done. Why they made the biggest mistake when they called me names and talked about me behind my back and in front of my face. Why what they did is going to affect them for the rest of their lives.
Yeah. And that's only the tip of the iceberg, ladies and gents.

So there you go. You all get a little view into how I feel right now. I'm hungry, emotional, and I've had a generaly bad weekend. So have fun for me, because I don't think I'll be able to have any until I enter college. And even then, my life will still probably suck.

Wishing and wanting,
a.beautiful.lie

Redo on the EotA/Knee Problems

So, hi. Haven't been on in a while. Should be studying for midterms/finals. Oh well.

Evening of the Arts song. I thought I had it. Sooo wrong. Nope, Red doesn't work. Too much rock. Not enough emotion. No. The Fray's "Trust Me". Now that works; see, a dance song has to be just right. You have to really love it. And I don't love the Red song enough. The Fray's song is just more lyrical, and the piano is just gorgeous. It's orgasmic to put it mildly.

Now for the bad news. My knee has decided to be a lovely little pain in the arse and have ligament problems. So now dance is hard and walking hurts, and so on. I'm toughing it out, resting it, but it is annoying to want to dance and move around freely and then remember and feel the pain of strained ligaments. ACLs suck. =P

So, I have to choreograph that EotA audition dance. And the rest of the dance for the real thing. And I have to study. And plan for Girl's Night Out. I guess you could say I'm screwed. I think it's worse than that. But who knows; I really may be overworrying myself.

Oh well. Gotta go. The de-stressant of chocolate is calling me. That whole diet/watch your junk food stuff isn't going to work anyway.

Have fun in your life for me ('cause I don't have fun or a life),
A.Beautiful.Lie

EotA/Dance

Dance. Is. My. Life.
So here's a chapter in the book of that life.

Evening of the Arts
I've been debating my song choice for so long, it's not even funny. 30 Seconds to Mars or another Frou Frou song? A classical piece or metal song? Something more rock, or something more lyrical? Constant mental struggle.
Until yesterday.
While fiddling around on a wonderful website called YouTube, I heard a song in a video. And it was damn good. So, I looked it up, listened to it again. And again. And I started thinking, Hey, this could work for a dance. So I improved to it and I bought it off iTunes. And now, its my final choice.
"Already Over" by Red. It is AMAZING. Listen to it. Seriously.
I'm definitely throwing some crazy moves in there. Fouette turns, switch leaps, leaping turns into ground movements. Piques and pirouettes all over the place. Some acrobatic moves (illusions, ground rolls). It's going to be RAD.

Oh well. It's 10:40, and I have sleep to try to get. Post tomorrow.

Bye,
A.Beautiful.Lie

I have 5 minutes, let's go. (Sounds like Elliot Spitzer's call girl talking, lol)

I have 5 minutes to blog. Crap. Here it goes:

- Dance. Made my Monday worthwile. Started on our ballet recital dance, looks awesome. The downer is that our song is the romantic opera song we all heard in Senora Olsen's class, so I'm kinda pissed. Whatever. At least I get a professional tutu and leotard and not some crappy tulle sticking out of my ass in some hideous sequined mess. Thank God for dance teachers with fashion sense. And we're learning so much stuff as we choreograph, my EotA audition and dance are gonna be jacked.

- iTunes. Saves my ass, makes me work on my HW, even when I don't want to. Gotta love myPod. <3

- History. WTF,HISTORY CLASS WITHOUT MAJOR HISTORY EVENTS BEING COVERED?! THE COLD WAR IS A MAJOR PART OF US HISTORY. WE CANNOT SKIP IT. (finally breathes)

- Life. Sucks in general. What's new?

Ok, gotta go and sleep (like that's gonna happen). Blog again tomorrow/bye!,

A.Beautiful.Lie

I don't want to go to school. So, I rebel by blogging. Tres lame.

Well, as you can tell, I really don't want to go back to school. And my parents don't tolerate most forms of rebellion, so I use the "I can't fall asleep, I'm just playing on the computer" excuse in order to stay up late and get too tired to come to school. And it usually fails. Oh, well.

If you haven't noticed, I am a night person. I love staying up late; I'm practically nocturnal. This will likely cause lots of agony and stress come IB and college time. But I'm still a sophomore for now, so I don't mind. Much.

Have you ever hated an assignment? I mean, really hate an assignment, like you seriously never wanted to look at it ever again. I do. My history research paper. I've put so much fucking work into it, and my teacher keeps telling me to rewrite, fix this, edit that, when it is visibly clear that I am putting enough energy into it to fuel several cans of Red Bull. She is SUCH A BITCH.
(that feels so good saying that. phew.)

Drama's going well. I've put in 3 requests from major costume rental sites to get Twelfth Night costume plots, so we'll see where it goes. Renting's going to cost a decent amount, but getting the right outfits/props for everyone from elsewhere's sometimes harder. Whatever.

Sorry, I gotta go fake sleep or pretend I'm doing a room clean-up. Bye!

A.Beautiful.Lie