Ohhh, awkwardness abounds.


Ep. 3
Note: the very first line I have in the play is "I've got a few surprises for KAOS this time, Chief." KAOS is the evil organization, and Chief (Alex Howell) is the head of CONTROL, the organization of good. This episode occurred during our last dress rehearsal/performance for the middle school.
Alex: Have you the new equipment then, Hodgkins?
Me: I've got a few surprises for Chief this time, KAOS.
AJ, Alex, and audience: ...
Me: ...
AJ: I think I've solved the case, Chief.

Ep. 4
One of the events in the second scene is I give AJ (Smart) the "new 27-F cigarette lighter - it fires a 22-caliber bullet." He's supposed to mess with it and accidentally set it off right afterwards, almost killing me in the process, and the bullet smashes the Chief's aquarium. A gunshot is the SFX that cuts off my line ("I said, it fires - ") and cues me to duck, and I have to finish the line after the smashing and gushing SFX. This happened in our first official production.
Me: I said, it fires a 22-caliber bullet! (There is no gunshot. AJ continues to try to set it off, waiting for the cue.)
AJ: I know, I know, but I can't get it to work!
Me: You shouldn't want to make it work, 86.
AJ: I want to make sure I know how it works.
Me: Well, don't, you're going to hurt someone!
AJ: No, I won't.
Me: Your record says otherwise.
AJ: My own colleagues don't trust me!
The gunshot finally goes off; I duck, wait for the SFX to stop, and stand up.
Me: Told you so.
The crew threw plastic fish onto the stage at this point.

Ep. 5
In this episode, AJ was late for the scene he was supposed to be in because he was changing his costume. PS: I had accidentally walked in on him earlier in nothing but a pair of boxers. 0_o
Me: AJ, you're up!
AJ: (who still hasn't finished putting his tux on) Oh, DAMN -
Me: Language!
AJ: Bloody hell, bloody hell, bloody hell, bloody hell...

And, of course, I saved the best for last.

Ep. 6
This is after the second performance. I am changing in the closet of the empty music classroom, where all the equipment for the play is set up. I'm completely stripped of everything but my underwear when I realize I left all of my other clothes by the door in the room. My costume consists of many parts, so I peeked outside, saw no one in the classroom, so I put on only my lab coat (part of the costume) and dashed over to get my stuff. Just as I was bending over to retrieve my things, who should walk in but AJ?
AJ: (freezes) ...
Me: (freezes) ...
AJ: Oh, uh, ahem. It's just me.
Me: I see that.
AJ: Changing, huh?
Me: Yep.
AJ: (carefully looking anywhere but me.) All right then. Good job tonight.
Me: (edging towards closet) Thanks. You too.
It was like the beginning to some sort of low-budget nerd p0rn or something.

This is going to be the first of (hopefully) many little episodes that occurred during WCS's "Get Smart," rehearsals and productions. (I play Hodgkins.) :D

Ep. 1
We had an all-day dress rehearsal once, during which I had to leave briefly for my college class. I'd been back for about half an hour when I pulled aside a curtain and ran into AJ McNett, who plays Max Smart, and experienced this little exchange...
AJ: (squeezing with me into the tiny little sidestage room/closet thing) Hey! You're finally back.
Me: I've been here half an hour already, AJ.
AJ: ...You have?
Me: ...Yes.
AJ: ...Really?
Me: ...I talked to you just a few minutes ago.
AJ: ...You did?
Me: ...Yes.
AJ: Nooo...
Me: Yes. I bumped into you, you said sorry and I said it's okay.
AJ: ...It was dark.
Me: Wow, I'm loved!
AJ: And memorable!

Ep. 2
I'm standing in the rows of seats with my jacket on, minding my own business, when...
Kelsey Richardson: Raaaachel. (She hugs me.)
Me: ...Yoouuuuu. (I can't remember her name.)
Kelsey: (Sniiiiiiffffffff) Your coat smells like pie.
Me: Oh. ...Good.
Kelsey: (Sniiiiiiffffffff) Piiieeeee...
Me: ...
Kelsey: (To Alex Howell) ALEX! COME HERE! (He comes over.)
Alex: What?
Kelsey: HAVE YOU SNIFFED RACHEL'S COAT? She smells like PIIIIEEE!
Alex: I don't make a practice of smelling Rachel, thank you.
Me: Oh, Alex, don't tell me you've forgotten about last night already!
Alex: AHAHAHAHAHAHA
Kelsey: ...Mrs. Chapmaaaaan! Inappropriate behavior!

Ha...hopefully more to come latah! :)

Narnia Fanfiction Revolution (http://narniafanfiction.com) instituted a new feature today: 3 monthly featured fics. Guess whose story was featured first? :D






Win.

Because my birth control is screwing with my hormones and I feel like the Energizer Bunny. For the third time today.


Name a fandom, and I'll tell you three pairings I love, two pairings I'd consider shipping and one pairing I hate.

 I love how I'm starting a 5-page college paper at 9 o'clock the night before it's due.  

T-3 hours and counting!

EDIT: Ugh.  Average grades suck.  That's twice now I've gotten a B on a college English assignment.  (Although, to be quite honest, a lot of the problem is with communication.  I got a B- on an annotated bibliography because apparently "original sources" don't make for good annotations.  I'm sorry you don't like Martin Luther's works, Mathai.  Not my fault you didn't tell us.)

 My period is a week late!!!!






...Because I started birth control.  Yeah, loSeasonique - the gyno said it should help my endometriosis.  Now I'll only get 4 periods a year!  \o/  At first, when she told me that, I was really iffy about it because I feel like it's my womanhood (I know...not weird at all...).  But I got my period almost right after the appointment, and the pain was so unbearable that I decided I don't mind only having my period 4 times.  :P  So yeah.

Also, I got accepted to Covenant College.  I should know if I got into Wheaton by December, and Hope and Calvin's deadlines are fast approaching.

Reason #183 why Edmund is better than Susan:

Susan is a Hufflepuff.





Edmund is a Gryffindor.

'Nuff said.

I wish people would stop asking me if Philip has "problems."  They think he's retarded, autistic, or at the least has severe learning disabilities, because he's always losing his homework, always toeing the line of failing each grade, always weird.  We've had him tested for everything under the sun - medical, mental, psychological.  The only thing we've found is that his IQ is much higher than average.  He doesn't act it, of course - HE'S JUST LAZY.  His personality is like my dad's, only less developed: he's very self-conscious and shy, and most people don't understand him or what he likes to do.  Ugh.

In other news: Halloween is here!  Because my mom hired carpet cleaners and so I'm going to be trapped in my room for the next few hours, here's a bunch of things I'd like to be.

( CostumeSpam )

I desperately want to change my hair somehow.  Not because I don't like it - but because I just want a change.  But I don't want to cut it shorter than it already is, and I like my curls.  (Plus, getting rid of them will be a chore, and if I'm anything like the Tameling side of the family, I'll lose them once I have kids.  My mom's hair used to be almost thick as mine is now.)  

So I think I'm going to color my hair.

Nothing drastic - just a subtle shift, as I am SO not a fan of fake hair color, and I definitely don't want anything permanent.  Clairol Natural Instincts is semi-permanent and thus supposedly washes out after a month, or something, and is supposed to be good for your hair.  I really, really want to go red, but I've been told by numerous people that I'd look terrible as a redhead.  (Plus, I don't want to seem as though I'm trying to copy Sarah Lance, a natural ginger.)  So I think I'll go for something that will accent the natural red in my hair but keep it brown.  This?

  

I'm excited to try, but I'm also afraid.  I've read a lot of good things about N.I., but I've also heard things like the color coming out horrific (purple or yellow, anyone?) or not fading.  I'm also wary of the chemicals, as my hair is naturally prone to damage (hence frizz).  

Plus, I think my hair is my best feature BY FAR (historically, a symbol of a woman's fertility and sexuality!), and as I don't have many good features, I'm nervous about messing with its natural state beyond anti-frizz gel after showers.

But I dunno.  No matter what I decide, it's definitely going to wait until after my senior pictures, which are two weeks from yesterday.

Let me introduce the newest additions to my HHAD list!

Ed Speleers ("Eragon")



Skandar Keynes ("The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe," "Prince Caspian")



William Moseley ("The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe," "Prince Caspian")



To all of the above, I say: "*drool*"

Oi.

Life.  

Where do I begin?  There's just so much to say, and I'd like to make it as brief as possible without missing any important details.

1. I WISH I HAD MORE DISCRETION.  But perhaps discretion isn't the right word...perhaps intuition?  Well, anyway, I still have a crush on Him.  And he still has the same girlfriend.  But he is so sweet and kind to me, and we get along in a very quirky, awesome way.  As one of many examples, he (voluntarily, I might add) sits next to me in Apologetics, and our assignment was to read a selection to ourselves in class, and we finished early, and he whispered, "What do we do when we're done?" and I answered without thinking, "Stare awkwardly at people."  I expected a blink, but instead we immediately began staring awkwardly at people until they cringed.  Then we threw paper airplanes at people and blamed it on others.  IS HE DOING IT BECAUSE HE THINKS ME A FRIEND?  Or is he - dare I say it - interested in me despitethefactthathehasagirlfriend?  I have absolutely no sense of judgment when it comes to this.  And I'm probably blowing it way out of proportion and flattering myself.  But I can't help it.
2. We ordered and got fitted for our caps and gowns a little bit ago.  *dies*  In the words of Laura Oswald, it almost feels as if we're being shoved out the door.  I don't know about the rest of my classmates, but I'm not ready to go yet!  D:  But I currently have a blue and white "'10" tassel hanging from the rearview mirror in my family minivan.  (I'm surprised Daddy hasn't torn it off yet.)
3. I'm really second-guessing a decision I made regarding the newspaper.  John Capra (a staff photographer) messaged me a few days ago, asking if he could write a Feature/Editorial piece on conspiracies.  Wary, I asked for specifics, and he replied that he's been arguing with Dr. Marsh lately about the existence of dinosaurs.  JOHN DOESN'T BELIEVE DINOSAURS ARE REAL.  He insisted that he could make a good case within the word limit, so I gave him permission to write an article on that topic for the November issue, but...now I kind of wish I hadn't.  I was looking for sensation and controversy, and I thought I'd found it, but now I'm worried that publication of this - to be brutally honest - foolishness will reflect poorly on The Shield.  And I can't go back on my word now, because he's very excited and very enthusiastic about the subject.  :|
4. While we're on the subject of foolishness, I'm very, very concerned about Hannah.  I won't go into specifics, as it will drain me of far too much energy, but I'm worried about what she'll become.  She has no goals (conceivable, that is), no aspirations, no desire to better herself, no drive to make a difference or make something of herself.  Our Español homework was about our plans post-high school, and when Señora Serrato and the class learned that Hannah isn't going to college, they spent 10 minutes trying to get a straight answer out of her as to why, what she was going to do instead, and how she was going to improve herself.  Apparently, she's going to get a soul-crushing desk job like Haley, running her business in the meantime (and by that I mean cornering friends and acquaintances and trying to sell them things - she's tried that on me, on teachers, on our youth pastor...it's painful to watch, quite honestly, because no one has any desire to buy the things she's offering), live with her parents and Haley, and supposedly somehow a miracle will happen and she'll get rich.  But I don't see her parents or Haley striking any gold mines.  But apparently, she'll "cross that bridge when she comes to it."  What I don't think she realizes, though, is that this is that bridge.  She's come to it!  And I'm so afraid she'll end up getting in debt or getting sick and not having adequate insurance or losing her job and not having enough savings to last her until her next job, or even that she'll be stuck in the same mindless job for the rest of her working life.  But there's no changing her mind!  DDDD:
5. So apparently I was nominated for the Daily Herald Leadership Team, or something, by Mrs. Palmer.  All fine and dandy, but that meant a 3-page essay on myself.  My mom basically wrote it for me because I was so drained last night from the other THREE PAPERS I HAD WRITTEN THAT DAY.  I gave her the information and the points I wanted to make, and she made coherent and pretty sentences out of them.  We were up until 1 AM.  On her birthday.  My mom is great!  :)
6. I'm really tired now.  I'm pretty sure there was more to say, but I'm so exhausted...must sleep...LL&P!

Dictate my life, LiveJournal.  As president of the WCS chapter of the National Honor Society, I've been charged with designing t-shirts for the members.  Which ones do you like the best?  Mix and match fronts and backs? What colors (of the shirt itself, of the font) work best?  Of the ones you don't like, why?  Keep in mind the fact that I've got to get this approved by 25+ high schoolers at a Christian school.

And no LJ-cut because I'm cruel like that.

Front A:  Back A: 

Front B:  with the same back as the one above.

Front C:  with a blank back.

Front D:  Back B: 

So I'd like to play a little imagination game with you.

Imagine that someone has taken a really big laundry wringer and tweaked it so you could stand in it and have one roller pressed against your abdomen, right above your hips, and the other in the small of your back. 

Now imagine the same person has fitted the roller against your abdomen with two long, sharp knives that pierce through you right above each hip bone.

Now imagine that the person is wringing you through those rollers.

Got that lovely mental image?  

Well, that's what my pelvic pain has increased to.  It just keeps getting worse every day.  And I'm scared.

It's gotten so bad I've told my mom.  (*GASP*)  So she's going to try to get me an appointment for an OB/GYN, which is terrifying in its own right.  I just hope they don't have to do any probing with the probity probes.  I haven't exactly had...practice...for that yet.  

0_o

LL&P!

So apparently it's the end of the world.

Why?

Because I said the word "ass."

Allow me to explain.  

In American Government (with Mr. H), we begin each class with a political cartoon from cagle.com that we analyze and discuss briefly.  Yesterday's cartoon was about texting and driving, and the thing showed a "cutout" of a driver with a phone in one hand.  His brain was filled with things like "email", "texting", "Facebook", etc.  His rear section was labeled "driving."  

So Mr. H asked if anyone could explain the cartoon.  Lately I've been getting in "trouble" for not letting other people answer questions, so I kept mute, though it was quite obvious what it meant.  Finally, after 5 minutes had gone by and STILL no one could get it, I said (somewhat to myself, somewhat to Jacklyn, who always asks me for the answer, anyway), "It means you're an ass."  

I meant, "You drive like an ass."  It just came out wrong.

Usually things like that go unnoticed or whatever, but for some reason the entire left half of the classroom heard.  AND TURNED AROUND TO STARE OPEN-MOUTHED.  You'd think I cussed out Mr. H or something like that!  When the other half of the room exploded in "what's going on"s, my half began shouting back, "RACHEL SAID 'ASS'!!!!!! OMGOOOOSH!!!!!!"  

It was as if I was some comedic genius.  It literally took fifteen minutes for Mr. H to get everyone (including himself!) settled down again. 

So of course, by this morning, the entire school had found out.  :|  Now it's  a running joke.  Whenever someone says, "I didn't expect that" or "that's a surprise" or even "oh!" the room bursts out in "LIKE WHEN RACHEL SAID THE 'A' WORD!" and won't stop laughing for five minutes.

I'm so ashamed.  But the worst part is, now I've lost the moral high ground!  I can't crusade against swearing anymore!  Just Monday I gave Tom what-for for saying the 'f' word when we found out Chicago lost the 2016 Olympics (which I'm happy about, BTW).  Now...I'm a hypocrite!

Today, Mike Bruce told me that was the best and funniest thing I've ever said and he'll never forget it.  I replied, "Thirteen whole years here and that's what everyone will remember..."

What a legacy.  What. A. Legacy.  

I don't think Hannah knows, though - and I'm not going to tell her.  It might inspire her to cuss out Mrs. Palmer at graduation.

Today, when the mere thought that I might be barren induced me to tears, I realized just how important children are to me.

 You know you're stressed out when your parents take one look at you and suggest you "watch TV for a bit after you get home before you start your homework again."  XD

In other news: Local Girl Considering Dropping Softball In Order To Mentor Children Through AWANA.

 Why is being me so stressful?

To Do List:

1. Make a to-do list.
2. Reply to Katie P's letter.  What a dear that girl is!
3. Start my newspaper article.  It's got to be front page worthy!  It has to be editor-in-chief worthy!  D:
4. Do laundry.  I try to do it as little as possible and stretch the cleanness as long as it'll go, and so far I haven't done a load since before school started.  But alas...I have nothing left to wear anymore.
5. Email Professor M my essay topic proposition: the Mayflower Compact vs. the U.S. Constitution.
6. Write said 5-page essay.
7. Take Mother's sunglasses off my head.  Why am I wearing them thus?  I can't even use them because of my glasses!
8. Discuss senior picture options with parental units.
9. Decide what outfit(s)/jewelry to wear to senior pictures.
10. Stop wondering if my hair will ever look as good as it did today again.
11. Stop moping about Him asking Her to homecoming via a school-wide announcement.
12. Prepare to prepare to teach Lewis and Clark to my seventh graders next week.
13. Call Hannah, plan a dress-shopping date.
14. Start Marsh essay.  D:
15. Finish chapter 39 of "Sea Rat."
16. COLLEGE APPLICATIONS!  I FORGOT ABOUT THOSE!

I'm sure there's more that I've just forgotten about.  0_o

So Lydia is in my room complaining that she was asked out to Homecoming by a guy she doesn't like and accidentally accepted.  Poor baby.  At least she got asked.  I have to go, but I'll be going alone.  Solo.  Again.  Yeah, that turned out so well last year.

I'd ask Him if he didn't already have a girlfriend.  

 

:)