And the Point Would be...?

What exactly is the point of blogging? Expressing views and opinions, that's great and everything, but I have this theory that the majority of those who blog just... don't actually have views or opinions.

Well I'm sure they do, but they never share them on their blog. At least not the substantial ones. It's always "Kate Winslet is gorgeous!" or "The Royal Wedding will be fantastic!" Most people never talk about anything actually substantial and beneficiary in their blogs, which is actually kind of sad.

So why then do people blog? I have a theory. People want attention. They want other people to care about their lives. And if other people don't, in fact, care, they at least want to feel as though those people do.

The human race is wildly codependent. We need constant love and care, reminders that there are others just like us out there, that we're never alone. So naturally, we want someone to worry about our deepest fears, desires, and everyday occurrences. We expect people to want to know that we went to the store and bought a loaf of bread, three packs of batteries, and a stick of deodorant, yet at the same time we know that no one wants to listen to that lousy of a story. So we flock to our blogs, embellish a little, and give a play out of our day. Hmmm... I've decided that's what blogs are. Outlets for our daily stories that we so desperately want someone to care enough to listen to.

Oh well... Now that I've spewed my thoughts, on to my day. Community theater auditions with my friend Alex and boyfriend Ty=Amazing. We had so much fun. And then this boy decided to teach us all about doing the Thriller dance. Not too eventful of a day, but all in all, good? Better than the last.

Study Hall? For three hours?

I had three straight hours of study hall today.

We have block scheduling at our school and therefore our class periods are an hour and a half long. The tenth graders were taking Geometry end of course, and my precal teacher was administering the test, so during first period my math class had a study hall. At the bell, I went to my next class which happened to be nothing other than...study hall. Great. So I sat for three hours, just reading. Now don't get me wrong, I love reading. I'm currently in the middle of Les Miserables and I'm loving it. But I'm just wondering...if I'm going to school to sit around for three hours...is there really any point in me being there? Seriously, couldn't I have just come to school at the end of second period? Oh well... Then after lunch I went to AP Language, where I was once again lucky enough to write a timed argument essay. I was so out of it and just ready to go home that I'm not even sure if I actually ever supported, refuted, or qualified Ehenreich's claim in the prompt... I think I made a claim, but I'm not sure:)

Then to band for final hour. It was okay, but we're playing a suite from Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince...I really hate that piece. It's soooo corny. But Hallie and I did have a nice discussion with our director about next year's marching show. We're trying to convince him that Lion King is the way to go.

So all in all, good day? Better than the last.

Making it Better

Was today a good day? Not really. I had a math quiz and then made up a history test and then had the privilege (sarcasm) of writing a timed argument essay in English. But my day was made about thirty times better when I found a picture of my drama teacher in a 1994 yearbook. Amazing.

And then naturally, on a day that the world wants to treat me not so nicely, I would have to meet my boyfriend's mother, who already doesn't really like me. Seriously, she disliked me without having met me. But it's not my fault. Ty's best friend explained it to me. It was more that we had been together for quite a while and he hadn't really made any initiative to take me to meet her. So it wasn't really that she disliked me, it was that she disliked the idea of me because of his procrastination of the "meeting the parents" thing. But thankfully, she was extremely nice and I really liked her a lot. We talked for a little while and were laughing, so hopefully she liked me too. :/

So anyway it wasn't the hottest of days, but I am still fighting for my constant goal of making each day better than the last. So was today a good day? Maybe not better than the last, but definitely all right.

Impact of the Small

We got through our last performance of Camelot and it was amazing! We laughed, we hugged, and we definitely cried. The sadness of course was partly because it was our last show together. Never again will we be that same group, the group of Camelot 2011 from Batesville High. Never again will we have the exact same collection of people working to pull a show together. It is sad to think about, but we will at least have the amazing memories we have made over the past few months. A good chunk of the sadness, however, was the seniors. To those seniors in the cast... It was the last show they will ever do with Batesville High. It is most likely the last show they will ever do with anyone in the cast. It is the last show they will do before they venture into the real world to make it on their own. Between the fact that my sister is one of those seniors, and that next year I will be... I was pretty devestated. Heart broken. Crushed. My heart literally hurt. To Breanna, Jennifer, Zach, Rachel, Haley, and Ashley... Thank you for sharing your final year with us and break a leg out in the real world.

We were at our cast party and instead of laughing and messing around, we all ended up crying and having a huge hug fest. It was one of the best moments of my life. I will always cherish the months that I had with this cast and I will have great memories to carry with me for the rest of my life. I will never forget a single soul that I had the privelege to work with, and I will love each of them forever. I will look back on this show with absolutely no regrets, no wishful thinking, and if I could go back, I would not change one single thing about the show and the time that I spent with those amazing people who are some of my closest friends. And most importantly, I will never forget the lessons I learned: that even the most odd arrangement of people can come together to create something beautiful. That the most unexpected people can change your life, make you a better person, move you to see things differently. That some people surpass your previous conceptions and literally blow your mind. And that sometimes... The most amazing, beautiful, meaningful, and breathtaking moments are the things that don't seem important. The thirty minutes before show when everyone is stressed. The moment when you're standing in the wings watching a scene, waiting for your entrance. The moment when the cast gathers on the stage one last time to sing a final "Lean on Me" while their hair sparkles with pixie dust. And especially that moment when everyone gets one final hug, takes one final look around, and walks out the door one final time as a member of the cast of Camelot. Because when everyone crosses the threshold of that door... It's all over. Never again will we all be together in the same place, in the same cast, doing the same show, all working together for the same goal. But we will always, always be Camelot 2011.

So was today a good day? Definitely better than the last.

The Melting Pot of Me

Is it bad that I forgot I created this blog? Whoops... My goal is to not forget this time:) So Camelot... I'm in a play. I sold my soul to it, in fact. At least four days a week I'm at school for around three to four hours rehearsing for Camelot. Sometimes five days. But today is the last day for all of that. Our last performance. I'm a melting pot of emotion right now. I'm super excited that I'll have so much free time to work on my homework and such, but I'll be so sad when it's all over... Especially because of all the seniors who won't be back next year. Why do people have to grow up?

Yesterday I went to a movie with a few of my friends and saw Soul Surfer. I'd read the book and so naturally, I had to see the movie. It was actually amazing and I do admit to sniffling and tearing up a bit. I was so inspired by the story, and anyone who is struggling to get some perspective should definitely take a trip to the movie theater.

So am I ready for today? Hopefully, it will be better than the last.