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Amani D! Don't you be talking about how I don't post on my blog! Tain't playing fair, it tain't. Well, look at this.

I am currently lolling in comfortable monotony. I'm halfway through classroom Driver's Ed (thank the Lord!) and working backstage on "Becky's New Car" at Zach (another plug! Go see it! It's hilarious!) and spending the handful of hours between the two either sleeping or watching "Law and Order". Oh, to be young!

Basically, I'm doing stuff, but mostly being lazy.

Ag.

Perhaps I can blame this on a lack of gentlemen? Yes, I think that'll do. There aren't any gentlemens! H hasn't so much as dropped me a line since the last day of school, and I just keep putting off talking to him about how we're not talking, and so basically I'm free to do as I please, though my Facebook status may be deceiving. But I don't know.

Not like I've got anything bubbling up as a replacement. There's one kid in my Driver's Ed class who makes good eye candy and he doesn't say a word and sits several seats away from me. (The not talking is less significant than it might seem; there is virtually no chance for us students to socialize if you don't already know someone. Thank you, Ana, for being in my class!) All the theatre folks are waaaaay out of my age range, and I haven't seen hide nor hair of any LASA children besides girlfriends.

Maybe I can call J.B.B. in for a cooking day.

I dunno. S.D. sent me a pic text out of nowhere a couple of days ago, of this comic we both love, and I got that dull achy fear in my stomach that I will be lost next year without him. Which is silly, because I know I will be fine and there will be adventures next year and ohmigosh, we're going to be seniors (!!!) but I don't know.

I'm afraid of an empty theatre.

Ag, ag, ag. This is too late at night to be morose or scared of the future.

I will listen to the song for which this post is named, by Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros, and I will go get into pajamas and read my library books in bed and I hope you get as cozy as I will be.

Sexy Bitch (feat. Akon)

Dammit, I am so inconsistent with this thing! Well, if it's any consolation, it's not you, it's me. School is getting kinda cray-cray as we wrap things up (ie. the last couple of days have been hellscapes where I try not to have panic attacks about finishing my European History project, which was writing, directing, and filming a eight minute long film noir).

Speaking of which, I finished it last night and it was kind of ridic awesome. Which is completely thanks to Ms. Aguayo and Jon Basil Buterbaugh, both of whom totally went all out to help me when my freaking camera erased several minutes of footage and then, later, wouldn't allow me to transfer footage onto a computer for editing. (Comprende le panic attack yet?)

So, OMG. Last full day of being a junior was yesterday. Freaking standing on the brink of being a senior in high school. I was looking at old posts a little while back and there was the first couple, where I was freaking out being a junior! God, I always feel really old and mature when I look back on stuff like that. I mean, why would I worry about being a junior? Being a SENIOR is the scary one!

And of course, people are going away and I am, again, trying not to hyperventilate about how different theatre will be without all the boys, who have been there since my day one, and have totally shaped my theatre experience, for better or worse.

Mostly for better. :)

I don't know where I'm at with H (a.k.a. Tin Foil now), either, and I think that thing's ending soon, seeing as, I DON'T KNOW, he doesn't ever talk to me and spends all his time with his friends and also I think there are some other gentlemens out there with whom I might get along with better. It's a little frustrating, but I'll cross that bridge when I come to it, which is basically a few days after school.

SPEAKING OF, starting my job tonight! Well, two jobs now! I talked to Ms. A and I'm going to Assistant Direct on the fall show, The Island of Dr. Moreau! Uber exciting because it means I get to learn more about directing (something I am becoming more and more interested in) and avoid the crepe hair that is sure to follow for all the animal-people actors. And I'm gonna maybe help with dialect coaching and movement and-! Anyways, auditions in the afternoon and I'm helping run them. Yuuuuuuuuus.

And the other, even more professional job, is the run crew job I'm doing this summer at Zach! I'm working backstage on "Becky's New Car" if I haven't already said so, and this weekend is gonna be our tech rehearsals, which are freaking 10 hours long, but I will try to pull through and not die.

Ag.

But so worth it.

Basically, I cannot WAIT for summer and I'm excited and Amani, who is reading this over my shoulder, is awesome and we are going to have so many freaking adventures and there will be swimming and ReBelleing and making pies and learning new skillz so that we become insane badasses and I have to stop now because my excitement is getting out of control.

Love you.

Rosa

The Ballad of Davy Crockett

"The man who don't know fear!"

Oh, old-timey times. What silly times those were.

Anyway, another thing I WANT. So important......so cute.......

What else is new? Swing dancing at the Fed postponed again; must go during summer. Another goal for best summer yet!

Also movies at the Paramount and making the moneys at Zach and road trip to Awesomeville (Marfa, Santa Fe, the Grand Canyon, and San Diego) and maybe the beach and maybe the Lindy Hop dance workshop?

Ag, I think I've said all this before.

Just too excited, I guess!

Besides also, I have a pet habit of watching a bajillion movie trailers and ohmygosh, very excited about a couple of them, including "The Adjustment Bureau", this romantic thriller with Matt Damon (who is also- aw yeah!- going on to guest-star on "30 Rock" next episode, and speaking of guest-starring, OMG, Neal Patrick Harris on "Glee"!) and Emily Blunt and this guy from "Mad Men" which is my favorite show ever except for all those other shows I like and also January Jones because she is a TERRIBLE actress and was only cast because she looks exactly like Grace Kelly, which is great if she was just going to model clothes, but unfortunately she has lines and she cannot deliver them.

That whole thing was ONE SENTENCE.

WHUT. UP.

Anyway, as far as the here and now... Theatre Banquet is freaking tonight and I'm neither sure that we're properly prepped for it nor sure that I am well-rested enough to handle that whole extravaganza. Yarrrr! But I have a really cool costume, so. You know. The important things.

And also, European History! I love that class with my whole heart but how I am supposed to pick just ONE type of art to display for the final project? I wanna make a movie and write an excerpt from a novel and write a short play and- Arrrrrrrrg.

I am making bajillion pirate noises today!

How You Like Me Now

ALSO I WANT THESE EARRINGS

So cuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuute!

OHMGEE.

Don't You Want to Share the Guilt?

Oh, I know you were all, "Rosalind's gonna post like once on this blog and then totally give up on it."

Riiiiiiiiiight?

Ce n'est pas correcte!

Today involved:

1. wearing my cute dress from Parts and Labour <3

2. almost finishing the "Single Ladies" but not quite (OMG, we perform on the 19th in the theatre during 8th period! Come see! We're opening the afternoon show!)

3. using watercolors better than I thought I could!!!! Amani didn't quite believe in me, I don't think, but she was wrong!

4. convincing Madame Brockington to let us watch a movie ("Paris 36") in the next class (not the next class per se, as I have English AP, ugh, on Wednesday, but on the next class where I am there)

5. getting humiliated in Theatre by Ms. A (We played Mafia and she was NOT shy about making a BAJILLION terrible jokes about me and H, who, thankfully, was not in class, due to APs.)

6. working out at the Y! Even though Lauren had to drag me there, it was so worth it!

7. reading about genetic mental diseases in "Genome" and getting a little freaked out.

8. eating dinner early. What up with that?

9. not having that much homework. Splendid! :)

I am feeling like I am pretty much super lucky. And like I want to hug the world just a little. And kiss everybody on the forehead because I am always with the motherly instincts. :)

Silly, silly, silly.

Anyway... I think you should: Listen to some Kate Nash and go get some new books at the library. And maybe also bake me a pie?

Excellent.

Tik Tok

Oh-oh-oh, WHA-oh! Oh-oh-oh, WHA-oh!

I used to have such a sophisticated taste in music.

Haha, no, I didn't. What a lie.

Anyway....... Keeping the blog alive, right? It's Mama's Day and I've been a pretty good (grand)daughter, if I do say so myself: making breakfast, givin' sweets and little presents, handmade cards, and generally being extra nice! :) I hope ya'll be treating your moms right today (if not everyday).

Weekend's been pretty nice: I saw "Our Town" for the THIRD time (because it's just so awesome, WHUT), this time with Amani, and I'm fairly sure most of the other people in the audience thought we were a nice young lesbian couple. (We did some swing-dancing together at the wedding portion, were silly together, as per the usual.) I cried freaking buckets, but what else is new. Seriously. The third act. BUCKETS.

Oh! and yesterday, I went to my first crawfish boil! So delicious! Such a he-man meal! I got to be quite the expert in extracting tail and claw meat. Pluswhich, Lauren and I watched as the live crawfish were put into the boiling water, and it wasn't even scary or gross or anything. They did not scream like Laura said they would. What a rip. People are such pansies sometimes. I'm not gonna have any trouble being a seafood chef. Shoot. Just dump that lobster in the water, yo!

Last (by which I mean, second) week of APs coming up! Just got English, hoping it doesn't kill me. I don't think it will. I don't think it will.

Man, sometimes I wish this was a fashion blog. I mean, I look at The Sartorialist and places like Selective Potential, and it's just like WHUT IS UP WITH THAT RAD STYLE? Damn. I wish I was freaking rich with a bajillion clothes and also a bajillion charity donations and a really nice camera with which to take fab fashion pics and hey! Amani! Where our model pics be at? 'Cuz I want them for a look-see, please.

Also, I think we should have a film festival of our greatest short films, with Sherlock Holmes and the Amethyst Egg as our feature presentation.

Also, we should make a feature length movie.

Also, we should go to the beach.

Also, we should just partay all the time.

WHUT. UP. FAM.

It's the straight up truth. (Also take the "What member of Werewolf Sleepover are you?" quiz on FaceBook because it is the bomb and that is not only true because Amani and I made it but also because it is awesome.)

Break Your Heart (ft. Ludicris)

OHMIGOD YOU GUYS!!!

I haven't posted in a century and a half! What a terrible, turrible thing!

Well, golly gee. Let's get up to date.

IMPORTANT INFORMATION YOU MIGHT HAVE MISSED IF YOU DON'T SPEND EVERY WAKING MOMENT IN MY VICINITY:

Ooh. So much caps lock.

Anyway.

1. "Break Your Heart (ft. Ludicris)" by Taio Cruz is my jam! I have patented hand motions for the chorus ("I'm only gonna break-break your, break-break your heart"). Related note: I am listening to 96.7 a lot now, EXCEPT when they play "Rude Boy" by Rihanna, because that song is SLUTTY, yo, and it is my nemesis.

2. I just looked over all my old posts on this blog, and it was kind of crazy. So much gossip! So much angst! Why, it's like I'm a genuine teenager or something.

3. H and I are LEGIT going out! WHAT UP FAM. Yeah. WHUT. UP.

4. We went to prom together and slow-danced. (!!!!!)

5. We've gone on a hella bunch of dates, and his family seems to really like me.

6. Okay, maybe not a HELLA lotta dates, but more dates than I have ever gone on with one boy.

7. OH! Back-track, history-wise! I GOT MY FIRST KISS!!!!!!!!!!! And I had my second kiss in quick succession. (!!!!) Very most excellent! Good idea, whoever came up with kissing!

8. Don't for a second imagine that because H and I are dating means that we would, I dunno, TALK to each other during school hours or anything. I mean, WHY WOULD YOU THINK SOMETHING SILLY LIKE THAT. Of course, we are dorks and avoid eye contact at all costs.

9. But I laugh more about it than actually moan about it. In case the Internets were disguising my IRONIC tone! Oh! Look! Now the English Composition AP can include an excerpt of this blog because I use irony when I write! Ohmigod, I hate that test so much.

10. One of my friends broke up with this girlfriend whom I've had a long-standing grudge against! Yay? I mean, I originally didn't like her because I was not a little jealous of her and she seemed to feel the same way about me, and obviously, I'm not in a position to snatch him up or anything, and I'm not sure I would want to if I could, but.... whatever. I certainly didn't mind hearing about it.

11. Is there a number 11?

Well.

Anyway.

I can almost taste the summer, ya'll and it tastes delicious! I'm practically sparkling with excitement and I wanna have tons of adventures and I wanna frolic with all of ya'll and I don't ever wanna let this blog fall into this kind of disrepair again!

Alright?

12. S.D. and Amani and I are doing a "Single Ladies (Put A Ring On It)" dance for our Dance I final and it is smokin'! Haha, no, it's awesomely awful. Or something. It's awesome.

:D

Go listen to some MoZella. She's swell.

Much love,

Roz

I'm Only Me When I'm With You

OH MY GOD.

Shut the front door!

Yesterday was the most unbelievably best day EVER. EVAR. You don't have any comprehension of how great it was.

Allow me to put it in some perspective. (P.S. For context, understand that H and I have done pretty much no talking since laser tag.)

Well, last last night, I had a mini sleepover which Lauren, which involved watching "The Usual Suspects", which is one of the most badass movies around, and oogling Robin of Hotsley (otherwise known as Robin Hood) on the same named new BBC series. Anyway, we woke up, and went and volunteered for EcoTexas for two hours (NHS hours, hella yeah!), and then, as we were leaving, found an estate sale, where I got myself an absolutely gorgeous cobalt blue eighties suit jacket. Why, yes, you're saying. This sounds like a pretty good day.

YOU DON'T KNOW THE HALF OF IT.

Went home, chowed down, and then Lauren calls about going to see "Percy Jackson". I clean up and get dressed so quickly it would have made your head spin. (Seriously, you guys. About 20 minutes to finish eating, shower, and get dressed.) Lauren picks me up like a boss in her car and we zip over to the movies. Suffice it to say that the movie was pretty freaking awesome. Doesn't hurt that Percy Jackson is that cute guy that was in the British film version of "Angus, Thongs, and Full Frontal Snogging".

Anyway.

We chillax at Border's for a while, then I go home and watch the Office baby special, and try to decide how to spend a giftcard for books.

Blah, blah, blah, you say. This still seems nice, but pretty normal. Well, we haven't even gotten the positively stellar part.

Now all this time, I know that I'm going to this surprise 18th birthday for H that night, but I don't know whether or not to get him a present. Earlier I called a couple of people, but it sounded like no one else was getting him something, so I hadn't. Closer and closer to the party, I began to repent, so 15 minutes before I'm supposed to go, I go to Congress and end up getting a fairly awesome present: hazelnut wafer-cookie-things and a Cold War unicorn dueling set. I runnnnn home, and I go to the house.

Well, there's a wicked sweet party set-up at his house, with a bouncy castle and karaoke inside, and a ridiculous amount of food and pretty much everyone who's ever set their foot inside the theatre. Everyone hangs and waits for H, which ends up taking FOREVER to show up, but it's all good. He seems pretty damned surprised when we all pop out and yell, "CONUNDRUM!" at him.

Party, party, party. I'm mostly hanging with girlfriends. Then I catch Bonnie up about my business with H, and she is definitely of the mind that he's being stupid and should totally ask me out. I agree emphatically, and she promises to ask S.D. about it. Party, party, party, and she pulls me aside again, and says that she has talked to S.D. and he says H really likes me, considered it a date, and only hasn't asked me out again because he wants to come up with a really awesome second date.

I am appropriately flabbergasted and happy. Bonnie promises she and S.D. will get on H's case about asking me out.

Party, party, party. The girls are singing karaoke, and that's kind of a downward spiral into Backstreet Boys songs. The boys are playing Magic (!!!), and I finally slum it and go to watch them and maybe convince them to go be humans or something. After a while, they do, in fact, stop and me and the boys go out to the bouncy castle, where they do a beautiful rendition of the pirate version of "I'm On A Boat". When that's over, we trickle/run inside to hear another song beautifully rendered: S.D. and H doing "Elephant Medley". That goes predictably horribly (otherwise known as great) and then as the Moulin Rouge karaoke CD keeps playing, Hutch and I end up singing "One Day I'll Fly Away". People drift off, and eventually it's virtually just him and me and we sing "Come What May" together.

Here I am thinking, "OH MY GOD."

But wait! There's more!

We join everyone else upstairs to play Beatles Rock Band, which is the BEST GAME KNOWN TO MAN. I sing a whole bunch, gradually getting worse, but have a blast. A bunch of the guys are sleeping over, and I end up being the last girl there, but everyone seems cool with that. At around midnight fifteen, my parents show and I hug H goodbye. Then our parents are talking, and we're in another room, and H asks me out on another date. Well, actually, it's more like he asks to ask me out (he's gonna email me), but whatever. I beam, and there's a moment where we maybe almost could have kissed, but we don't and maybe that's just as well, since we're not entirely good at this liking each other business.

And thus ends a day that could only be called legen-

Wait for it.

Wait for it.

And I hope you're not lactose intolerant, because the next part of this word is-

Dairy.

LEGENDARY.

Sweet Disposition

Yes, the last couple of titles have been the titles of songs I am currently adoring. Be forewarned- this trend will continue.

Anyway, what I have to say here is not terribly exciting, as I am without new news, per se (more on that later), but I wished to just let the breathless millions know what I was up to, as this blog provides me with the same sort of narcissistic outlet that Twitter does for a bunch of other people, only this allows me to drone on much more incessantly!

Onward through the fog- H remains silent on the ISSUE AT HAND, which is terribly distressing. He doesn't have the same awkwardness about him that he had post-Homecoming, but let's just say we haven't really gotten past "Hi" in FOUR DAYS. He seems perfectly nonchalant, too, which just continues to drive me to distraction. I swear, I was walking through the hallways today, feeling melancholy about who else, but then I see him, and tried to be extra cheery and inviting, like, "Hello, wouldn't you love to tell me all about your feelings?", and he looked all at ease, and said, "Hi," and kept walking.

I mean, how do you deal with that?

I'm kidding, of course. Ugh. The only problem with the written word it is the lack of inflection.

Anyway, my mental deadline for him is Friday. So boy best start talking....

On other fronts, the Jazz Band Dinner is on Saturday, and I will be singing two songs, "'Till I Fall in Love" and "Satin Doll", and I am rather frightened at the prospect. Oh dear. One more rehearsal, and I am rather hoping we decide to call the whole thing off, or at least postpone for a couple of more weeks. Also, I really wish H would come, and I know he won't. (We're sold out, and I'm not sure he even knows I'm singing at it.)

Second item of notice: after seeing the PBS/BCC adaptation of Emma online, I am completely besotted, with both the story in general, and that particular interpretation. The cinematography was positively gorgeous, and I thought the two leads, Romola Garai (Emma) and Jonny Lee Miller (Mr. Knightley), both gave beautiful, subtle, textured, and compelling performances. Also, my deep fondness for film and TV soundtracks certainly includes this series, as the theme (best represented in this clip: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ImAlox_ZlJ4) is perfectly lovely.

Finally, wouldn't have "Hamlet" ended differently if Ophelia had had a sassy gay friend? (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jnvgq8STMGM)

Let Her Dance

I am all smiles. Not ten minutes ago, I was dropped off at my house after THE most fantastic maybe-a-date I have ever experienced in my little life. Was it a bajillion times better than Homecoming? (Which was awesome in its own right.) YOU BETCHA.

Oh, I'm so happy, I'm not even ashamed that I just used a Sarah Palin catchphrase. Or, not THAT ashamed.

Anywhoooo, H picked me up at 5, on the dot, and this time, there were no slightly awkward pauses in our ride there, THANK YOU VERY MUCH. Blah-de-blah-blah, we arrived at BLAZER TAG ADVENTURE CENTER, and went in, and bought us some tickets for the game that was starting in a minute (with excellent coupons, too) and voila! We played a game with five other players, and more or less acted as partners, taking out the little punks, and landing 1st and 2nd place. (I was number 2.) Then I completely failed at one of those driving games, we hydrated ourselves, and then returned to the battlefield......where we were the only players.

It was all very silly, as part of the time we just walked around it together, trying to find the secret jewels, but we did have a fierce rivalry going by the end. And WHO came up on top? This awesome chick named Rosalind, that's who! It was most excellent, and after re-re-hydrating, we departed....for Guero's, my positively favorite Mexican food restaurant! (By his suggestion, too.)

There was a twenty minute wait where we sat outside, admired the motorcycle badasses, and compared notes about Skymall surveillance devices, and then our buzzer buzzed and we got ourselves a little two person table in the center of the restaurant. Though it foreeeeeeeeever for the food to arrive, we contented ourselves with copious amounts of chips and salsa (3 baskets, yo!) and talked about plays and colleges and the Olympics and D.C. At one point, we lapsed into silence because the yumminess of our respective tacos and enchiladas was overpowering, but we soon regained the powers of speech. At the end, H asked me if I wanted to go out to dessert with him, but I sadly had to ask for a Lenten raincheck. He ever too generously picked up the tab, and then we departed. He drove me home, telling about theatre silliness, and then walked me up to my door. It was all very charming, even though there was, regrettably, no making out, nor any real physical contact at all at our parting.

In short, I had an extravagantly lovely time, and though I have no idea what he thought tonight was, I think it is safe to say that he doesn't hate me, and the ball is fairly in his court. (If he doesn't follow up by Friday, I swear to God.... I'll take over responsibility at that point.)

I have laughed so heartily, and run so much, and digested such deliciousness tonight, and I really and truly like this guy.

God Only Knows

He wants to play laser tag with me.

It's certainly a good start.

The Trouble With Love Is

WHAT UP, FAM. I am back.

Yeah, happy Singles Awareness Day and a belated St. Valentine's! For whatever camp you find yourself in.

Do I have anything interesting to say?, you wonder. Some madwoman hid in my attic? Or, at very least, an affair going on behind my friend's backs?

Oh, that sounds just like me.

But I don't. I have been spending my time either waiting for those apparently much more chivalrous and excellent college gentlemen to stumble into my life or bemoaning all of my recent romantic lackluster.

Honestly, as a teenager, it is a lot more difficult to "celebrate" being single. There aren't any teen dance clubs or anything. You don't meet anyone new. You languish in whatever hole you've dug yourself into, if you're the languishing type, or you have to cool your heels until you move onto a bigger campus.

Why, Rosalind, you seem to be in a rather dreary mood about love, you may be saying, with a vaguely British-looking affronted look on your face.

Aagh, I'm listening to the "Love, Actually" soundtrack. What do you want, people? Pluswhich, I stayed up til 4 in the morning last night watching the FANTASTIC mini-series "Lost in Austen", about, guess what, a modern woman thrown into "Pride and Prejudice", and it's not like that has completely ruined modern life for me or ANYTHING.

ARRRRRR. I am too young to be this embittered.

(This is the point at which my mood completely shifts because a new song comes on.)

AW YEAH. You know what is a classic song? "JUMP FOR MY LOVE", by the Pointer Sisters. Go turn it up real loud, you hear? Get down like Hugh Grant!

WHAT UP, FAM. BACK FOR GOOD. JUMP FOR MY LOVE!