Feeling the Urge, man

Yeah. It's true. I suddenly felt the urge to post random useless crap on this blog. I realized, shortly after making this blog, that my life is so uninteresting I never have any material. UNTIL TODAY, THAT IS.

So, guess what? I'm sick. Yeah, it's fun. I was all "Ma I'm staying home cause I'm sick" and she's all "I'm leaving for New York City" so I had some fun partying with my woodland friends.

From that highly fictionalized account of the last couple of days, I'm sure you've gleaned that 1. I have been sick for probably three weeks back-to-back, but I've just been toughing it out for the last little while. 2. Last night it caught up with me and I've been MISERABLE since, and 3 I have so few friends that I hang out with animals. Only kidding.

So anyway. The laptop was overheating and everyone was all "OH DEAR OH DEAR" and I just didn't have the patience for it to overheat so I stuck an icepack underneath and it's worked like a charm. I'm such a genius. I also think my body is overheating due to my illness, but unfortunately sticking an icepack on my skin would be very painful in my current hypersensitive illness thing, and my stupid body would be all "WE NEED MORE COAL" and dumping you know, last nights beany weenies on my internal furnace. Speaking of which, I ate the whole bowl of beany weenies last night. Mm mm good. Who needs Craft macaroni and cheese. Although I kept repeating the Calvin and Hobbes strip where they serve beany weenies at school and Calvin's all "It appears to be kidney stones and cigar butts in a gall sauce." Makes meal time that much more spesh, you know?

Yesterday my mom took me to this one barber lady. She's pretty presh. She was fired from her salon cause she was 'old and uncool' (read: smart and reliable) so she opened one in her basement. I wanna be like her when I grow up. Only kidding. The perm fumes would kill me.

Anyway, this barber lady cut my hair. So yeah, it's not super diff but it's a little diff. Especially in the back and the sides. Cause my mom's haircut was cool and all (read: old fashioned and tired) but when it got long it looked ridiculous. Cause it went all POOF. Cause my hair is a nightmare. Just kidding. It's a blessing. Except when I'm trying to make it go flat on my head. But when I'm old and everyone else is bald, I'll be the only one with a full head of hair. And I'll make sure it's kinda longish, you know? Almost emo-length? And then I'll bleach all the gray out of it till it turns white. (gray hair looks ugly to me, but old people with white hair always seemed so attractive to me. Only kidding.) I'm gonna be such a cool old person. And I won't be fat. Fat and old is just ugerly. But thin and old = cool and old. Just saying. And yes. Ugerly. Say it out loud. I might wear glasses too. Doesn't that just sound like cool old man material?

Well, it's been a real slice. (I heart Meg. What a babe. What a doll. Whatev.) I am out of things to write about. HEI I've been thinking about different personalities to use when I go in various superstores. Like Walmart. Pretty much I've got my Target personality down, I just go around and say things like "Ew! Red. It's like someone bled all over the place. Rainbows! Disgusting! I hate rainbows." But I say it in a drag queen/smoker voice. So far for my Walmart personality, I've got one line. "Humaanity. It disgusts me." And in the AHH in 'humAHHnity" I put a little vibrato in my voice. And in the GU in 'disGUsts me, I make my voice go up and down. Like "disGustsmeh". I should write a memoir.

By the way, I wrote a submission for a writing contest (calm down; the grand prize is a signed book.) I sent my submission to my editor. Okay, only to Ms. Liz, the lovely former drama/english teacher of mine- she abandoned us to go teach at a high school. I totally understand why. I'd move too, if I could. Seriously. I could move from this Junior High to a high school somewhere. LIKE WHERE YOU GUYS LIVE. Cause my only subscribers to this blog live either in Wisconsin or in my house. Wisconsin is awesome. If you overlook all the bad things about it. Which aren't as numerous as the bad things here. YOU HAVE NOTHING TO COMPLAIN ABOUT. Anyway, if I win or lose or die you will hear about it here. And I'm talking about the contest.

I write. A lot. Too much. I seriously was feeling so lonely last year that I wrote my life down on paper, and then added a best friend/girlfriend into the mix. Cause that's how pathetic I am. But seriously, I think that it's probably one of the best things I've ever written. Not that you'll ever read it. EVUR.

This blog needs a facelift. So do I. only kidding. I am beautiful, while this blog is not. I'm not saying you're ugly, I'm saying you're NOT ugly! So soon my not-ugly blog will get a facelift. If I can find it's face. I might give it a buttlift or something. Oops.

So I am currently eating Listerine strips like drugs to zap away the gross sick person breath taste in my mouth. THEY ARE SO STRONG. I am addicted. I think they actually clear my nose, too. THEY'RE THAT AMAZING! I should just eat these all the time. And if Bre Parent is viewing this, yes, yes I am still eating breathmints. Like drugs. Okay, I just checked my listerine pack and its empty. I'm going on withdrawl. I need something minty. To stave off hunger. Like writing this blog. Is. Doing. Only this blog is slightly less minty than Listerine. Let me go get some minty gum.

I swear I've lost ten pounds already today. Which would be nice. I'm gonna go anorexic. AND HAVE ROCK HARD ABS. I almost do already. Under like, the half inch layer of fat on my belly. ANOREXIA, HERE I COME. Just kidding. Wow, gum really does make you not hungry. EXCEPT IT HAS CALORIES. SCREAM! Only when I'm sick would I be willing to write stuff like this. Later on I'll be all "Wow, I was a freak." And I will be right.

Hey, help me with something. I've been thinking about taking a dance class in high school, but for obvious reasons, I would be terrified. Because what if the class is all GIRLS? EWIE! I DON'T LIKE GIRLS! Only kidding. They smell nicer than guys. And are usually more intelligent. And better looking. Just saying. YOU FEMALES OUT THERE ARE GORGEOUS. But seriously, that could be serious homo ammo that someone could throw at me. Has anyone taken a high school dance class? Cause I want to learn, cause I wanna, cause it's cool, but I'd be so SELF CONSCIOUS. And I don't mean ballroom dancing. I mean like musical theatre dancing. Jazz style and stuff, I don't know. Because I am a unicorn! A guy who likes to sing, dance and act but IS NOT GAY! YAY! Not just for gays anymore!!

Okies, BYEEEE! Maybe later I'll act more normal :P

Poll

Please answer the poll at the bottom. I just re-opened it. I really want to know what people will say.

Love

Some people have it in their heads that there are different kinds of love. Movies and TV shows have shoved down our throats since we first could understand spoken words that there is a way you love your siblings, and a completely different way you love someone romantically. (Even Barbie movies- aimed towards 4-7 years olds- are dealing with romantic problems and relationship issues. This kind of messes kids up a little bit.) But I think that love is love is love- just different degrees of love. That's why there are no "different kinds" of love. And why love can never be a disorder. It is never wrong to love someone- for you religious folks out there, God is supposed to love you, right? Even if you're bad? And you're supposed to love him back... even though all you have is blind faith that he is there. And some people think that there are people who God has forsaken completely- (God Hates Fags, anyone? :P)

Speaking of which, my little saying "love is never a disorder" comes in handy here. It isn't wrong for two people of the same sex to love each other romantically- would ANYONE'S God frown on that? And if he does, shame on him for making gays in the first place. And why do other people think that they have the right to say who people can love and who people cannot love? Why do people insist on butting into people's love lives and declaring them "sick" and "wrong"? Everyone has the right to love. Even aromantic people. They still have to capacity to love. Y'know, they don't really love romantically- hence the 'a'- but they still love.

And, no matter how you love someone (and I am not talking about sex here... get your minds out of the sewers) it is never wrong. I'll bet everyone here is thinking of the crazy people who love people so much they kidnap them and lock them up (think Mother Gothel) but, really, love is never the problem. (generally the person is just messed up anyway.) There are so many different and complicated ways you could love someone (and I am NOT an expert- please) that I couldn't possibly cover them all. But, just repeat this to yourself- love is not a disorder. Say it. Love is not a disorder. It never is. As long as you remember that, you will be healthy, wealthy, and wise.

But, don't get confused- love isn't a disorder, there is nothing inherently wrong with any kind of love, but it can be a problem. But I won't get into that here.

The Last Day!!

Today was my last day of school!! It was actually a short day, but it felt really long.

First, Ms. Liz told me I could ditch all of my classes. So I did. First hour, instead of going to Math, I went to Seminary (Mormon class) and listened to my friend's piano recital. Then we went to the choir room, then to Ms. Liz's room where we hung out for awhile, then they ditched me, and I wandered around the school randomly walking into class and randomly getting random signatures on my "yearbook" (a few sheets of paper stapled together). Then I wandered into an Honor's English class and had a party and found my friends again.

Then we went to the cafeteria and got lunch lady's signatures, as I played on my friends DSi. Then back to Ms. Liz's room, got more signatures, listened to the bells ring and totally disregarding the fact that they meant I should be in class.

Then I realized my bestest friend (Brittany of the Costume Department) was missing! I had not seen her all day! And I wouldn't see her all summer! And that would make me saddddd! So I left Ms. Liz's, went to my seventh hour and found her. She was very happy to see me, she thought that I wasn't there (because I had ditched all my classes) and it made her sad. And I finally told this horrible wanna be cool kid that he's an annoying insect and it made me HAPPY inside! My soul is in peace! Then Brittany and I signed each other's yearbooks and ditched 7th hour to go to Ms. Liz's room again, but only Bracken and Braxten were there. (Not that anyone knows who they are...)

we talked about Into the Woods, found out that Braxten had once played Rapunzel's Prince in Into the Woods, and lamented the fact that Brittany would die because she couldn't listen to Into the Woods. Then Ms. Liz came in and talked about it some more. Then I lost Brittany (again!!) when she went out to the football fields and I had to go find her and get free junk food. (yeeeaaahhh!)

Then Ciera (my friend with the DSi) tracked me down and took the DSi back. I pretty much wandered around the field for an hour and a half and then I found Brittany and her friends and laid in the sun and then I was told I would die so I went and climbed a tree and got bottles thrown at me as I sung Agony. Then I had to get down because the loudspeakers were singing Adieu! from Sound of Music and we all got on buses and the teachers stood in a line in front of the school waving little white hankerchiefs.

This was the best day of all year long. 

Love,
Tyler

Summer

Guess what? For like, the first time ever, something actually really good happened. Ms. Liz nominated me to go to a summer Drama camp!! :D Apparently they went to the drama teacher (Ms. Liz) and the choir teacher and asked who the best students were. A lot of people from the play (my friends!) are going to go. I've heard that it really fun, and we do a musical!

...

Sounds great, right?

Guess what? The camp is June 13-17th. Right when I'm gonna be in Wisconsin. So unless some miracle happens (I'm hoping that the date was a typo) I'm not going. I'm utterly heartbroken. But it's so STUPID! We should have known about this MONTHS ago! The freaking tuition is due tomorrow! We needed this information earlier; then we could have planned our trip to Wisconsin around it. And it sounded like so much fun. But I can't go. :'(

And guess what else? I had a terrible day today.

#1- Someone stole my art project. I had to start over.
#2- Today was the last edvisory. And I didn't even get my math done.
#3- I wrote an email to my health teacher asking why the worksheets weren't online and why some of my grades weren't in, and she announced that in front of the class. She said 'it made her want to scream' it 'was full of stupid questions' that 'the person who sent it hasn't been doing anything right' and crap like that. I didn't hate her before; I do now.
#4. At lunch, a whole bunch of freakish kids sat by me and tormented me
#5- I'm stuck with the worst English class in the history of the Universe. Just sayin'
#6- The kids in Spanish think they're so important.
#7- My grades suck.
#8- My mom yelled at me about it
#9- I'm stuck doing hours of homework now
#10- I can't go to the drama camp.




AARRRRRGGGGHHHHH

Love, Tyler

P.S. Sorry.

You're a Good Man Charlie Brown

For those of you that are familiar with musical theatre (*cough* Maddie *cough*) you may have heard of a little show called "You're a Good Man, Charlie Brown". Yes. It is a musical about Charlie Brown! But it isn't bad... not at all. I love it. I'll put some of the songs on a playlist on here...sometime. Anyway. It isn't Sondheim, but I still think it's amazing. It's happy, upbeat, actually deals with some adultish issues, and gives a great message. It plus it is just plain fun. Fun fun fun.

Anyway, Ms. Liz says that she usually saves Charlie Brown for the ninth-grade theatre class. Well, next year I'm gonna be in the ninth-grade theatre class. And I am currently trying to get her to put it on next year. I have had two conflicting messages from her so far:

A conversation we had in her classroom before school started:


Me: So what are we going to do for the Children's Show next year?
Ms. Liz- I don't know. 
Me- Could we do Charlie Brown?
Ms. Liz- Well... (pauses for a moment as she swivels on her swivelly chair and stares at her Charlie Brown poster) I think we could do it. Yeah, we could do it again. 

So, practically a thumbs-up, right? Well, in a English journal I wrote to her, I said something like

"MS LIZZZZ WE NEED TO DO YOURE A GOOD MAN CHARLIE BROWN FOR THE CHILDRENS SHOW NEXT YEAR IT WOULD BE SO MUCH FUN PLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASE PPPPPLLLLLLLLLLEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!"

And she responded:

"Sorry, I just did that one a few years ago! :("

I'm very confused. I don't know what to think. AHHHHHHH

Love,

            Tyler

Mother Gothel

My favorite part of Tangled is Mother Gothel, undoubtedly. Watch this video and you shall see why.

http://www.imdb.com/video/imdb/vi4017854745/

Yo.

Yo. I'm writing a fairy tale. It's very easy. It's about a blue girl who lives underground. Yo. Check it out. I will post it here when I'm done.

Boys singing VS Girls Singing

When girls are little, they sing like angels! They're perfect on pitch, melody, and they sound so sweet! It makes me cry how adorable they are! Sing, little females, SING! Fill my days with thine rapturous melody! Honey, we HAVE to get her some singing lessons!!!!

Whereas, when BOYS are little, they sing like toads. It's so annoying. Parents have constantly got to tell their little boys to SHUSH, be QUIET, and I've had ENOUGH of the Scooby-Doo theme song! Heavens to Gretchen Almighty, if you're going to sing, we can staple foam on the walls of our coat closet to make it soundproof and throw you in there when you start singing! It's a huge relief for grown people everywhere when little boys reach the age when they realize that they can't sing, that they shouldn't sing, and no one can love a boy who sings. And everyone HATES it when boys sing. So they stay quiet.

Meanwhile, all the little girls are singing karaoke at Christmas parties and Justin Beiber at home. If their brothers are trying to do homework or read or watch something on TV, and their little sister is singing super high and super pretty but still trying to imitate Avril Lavigne, and their brothers ask in the nicest way possible that she please shut her trap, she reacts as though she's been slapped. She tells her parents, who come out and start screaming at her brother(s) "How COULD you?!?!?! I for one, LOVE her singing! Don't EVER tell anyone to stop singing! A beautiful voice is a gift!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1! Let her share it with you!!!!!!!!!"

Later, one of the brothers starts singing a song stuck in his head. Then the parents tell him, with no small amount of disrespect, "Shut up. I'm trying to do something that doesn't involve your hideous voice."

...Okay, I might be exaggerating a little. But all this is from my own personal experience. As is this:

Let's say that one of the boys wants to be a singer when he gets a little bit older. Well guess what? Now the biggest obstacle they've got to overcome is the fear of singing. Their voice gets choked up when they try to sing in front of someone else. They don't even try to sing 'good' like the girls do. They'll mess up. And mostly it's not even a consious decision- it's embedded in their sub-craniums. Don't sing. You suck. Don't sing.

And chances are, that in the time they were 4 years old to however old they are then, they have hardly sung. They don't even know the basics. They don't know how to control their vocal chords to make a certain sound. It's very very hard. There's noise coming out of them that hasn't come out in years, if at all. And there's no freaking way they're singing in front of someone else.


AGGGGHHHHHHH

Thank you. That is all.

Sorry

Sorry I haven't written in awhile. I'll write soon, I promise! I've just been a little busy.

White Feathers

Do you know how hard it is to type with stiff, numb fingers? Cause I do. Mother Nature can't seem to make up her mind about Utah- Last week, it was sunny and nice and things were growing and it was above sixty. Now, however, she decided to drop a torrent of huge, fluffy snowflakes on us- feather like, really. They filled the air and swiftly transformed our regular nighttime world to some sort of wonderland. It was amazing. I can honestly say I have never encountered such plainly beautiful weather since I lived in Wisconsin. These snowflakes were HUGE, seriously the size of feathers. Oh my word, I wish you could've been here. You know who you are ;)

I ardently hope that this isn't the last time something this amazing occurs to me.

GOOOOO Wisconsin teachers!!

Come on, it's human rights! The schools are going down the drain anyway. Here's wishing the Wisconsin teachers the best at their protests, and wishing that that stupid law is shot down.

Love Wisconsin!

The City of Ember Review Part II

This is the last little bit of the book review I was doing...unfortunately, the internet shut off before I could finish my post. I'm lucky that the last post, however incomplete, even got posted.

*Ahem...* Somehow Jeanne DuPrau manages to make every supporting, every background, every one-time character have a very distinct, very unique personality. Somehow, every single supporting character feels like the main character, too. And it makes it a very fun read when

***SPOILERS***

#1 Everyone from Ember arrives on the surface as Lina and Doon watch

and

#2 When Lina, Doon, Clary, Mrs. Murdo, Miss Thorn, the Hoover sisters, and everyone else runs to put out the fire.

Spoilers are all gone now :)

and it makes the entire book feel very real and three dimensional. There is never a boring part, and everything feels unified and sensational. That is all. Go read it. Now.

The City of Ember Review

I have been reading the City of Ember lately, and I really like it. A lot. It is definitely my most favorite post-Apocalyptic book ever, and I've read my fair share. And plus, Jeanne DePrau did a fantastic job naming the characters- such a fantastic job at naming each supporting character that I scan the books just to read about Mrs. Murdo, or Miss Thorn, or Nammy Proggs, or Clary... Haha. I bet 99% of you won't know what I'm talking about.

So far, The City of Ember and its sequel, The People of Sparks, have been very nice to me. They are certainly worth the read. Right now, they are my favorite books. I vaguely remember The Prophet of Yonwood, a prequel to the entire series following a girl living in a world terrified of war and who's father is one of the Builders (one of the people who built Ember in the first place). I'd suggest either reading the Prophet of Yonwood before or after you read the rest of the books; when I read it, I was reading the entire series in order, and I couldn't wait until The Prophet of Yonwood was over so I could get to The Diamond of Darkhold. But read The Prophet is Yonwood; it's as good as the rest, but it just gets in the way of the story.

Unlike my rather cruel review of The Lost Hero, I give this book 100%. Must I list my reasons?

It's kind of like Curious George - hear me out - you watch helplessly as this stupid monkey wanders, blissfully oblivious, into painfully obvious and easy to avoid situations. Like if George is asked to, say, carry a million dollar vase. Obviously he's going to drop it. You come back ten minutes later and he's sweeping up little shards, making these hideous "AGGHGHHHH" noises, and selling The Man in the Yellow Hat into slavery to pay off his debt. The difference is, the Curious George show runs on stupid blunders like this; the blunders are the plot. In the City of Ember, they further the plot. I mean, the idiotic Builders wrote priceless instructions on PAPER and threw them in a BOX. If I were one of the builders, I'd turn the box into a sealed safe on the wall and print the instructions onto metal. But because they were on fragile paper and sealed in an easily lost box, it created an excellent story.

What School Really Is...Through the Eyes of a Middle-School Student

Schools supposed to be about learning. Right? You learn at school. School = Education. Heh, well, guess what? I'm not getting educated. Millions of kids across the nation are not getting educated. What are they doing, you ask? Why, they are doing nothing but the most ridiculous of jumping through hoops. Hoops? Yes, hoops. Homework. Assignments. Projects. Presentations. Hoops. Do you learn from them? Heck no. Do you have to do them? Absolutely. Jump through them well and you get good grades. Jump through them poorly or not at all... and you fail.

School grades don't reflect what you actually know. They reflect how well you jump through hoops. Yer gonna see that analogy here A LOT...jumping through hoops. But you know what else? We're in a cage. We can't escape if we want to. We can't live life or experience the things we learn in school. If it were up to me, school would end after 6th grade, after you've learned addition, subtraction, multiplication, and division. You've pretty much covered everything you're actually going to use in life. The basic sciences, histories, maths, spellings and grammars. THE BASICS.

And then after that, you choose your classes, the direction you think you want to take in life. You like music? Great. Take five music classes. Don't feel stressed to take one music/art class, two science, one math, one history. You could pursue a farming career, or acting, or plumbing, or something else that doesn't require an extensive knowledge of history or math or science. But if you're interested in marine biology, or computer technology, or writing, you could continue to go to school to learn things that are not the basics of everyday life. Advanced sciences, algebra and trigonometry, lots of history, or advanced English. And graduation wouldn't be dependent on the number of hoops you jump through- er, excuse me. Credits you earn- but rather be based on whether or not you feel you are done, or if you have reached the level you wish to achieve.

This would solve many problems, but most of all, it would solve the problem that most people don't even see- cranking us out all the same. We're supposed to be individual, and apparently that's our choice, but how can we be individual if we are all supposed to do the same things as everyone else? Some of our talents go undeveloped. Like arts. But if we aren't gifted in math, we fail in life. What...?

ART CUTS ARE JACKED UP. DO NOT CUT THE ARTS IN PUBLIC SCHOOL. YEAH, YOU OBAMA!! Art is fun. Some people are exceptionally gifted at art, or would genuinely like to become a professional artist. But yet the arts are being cut. So we're even more the same. Obama wants us to be up there with the Asian countries. HA, I say. HAHA! How are we supposed to do that without art? It's actually much more important than many people care to acknowledge.

Without art, school is a rainshower with no umbrella. Seriously. Art class is fun. Drawing is fun. Getting clay all over your hands and making pottery is fun. If you don't have fun at school, then why would anyone care about it? At all? Arts make school fun. You got art class? Good. School's funner for you, then. (As a side note...spellcheck recognizes "funner" as a real word! Yes! We won!) Not even to mention the millions and millions of dollars that schools spend on sports and sports equipment every year? Hey, here's a newsflash. Those kids who aren't really athletic? Like, 50%? They're probably artsy. Art. Artsy smartsy fartsy. And chances are, some of them feel bad about themselves for not being athletic. But if they shine in art? They can draw? Sculpt? Sing? Play violin? They belong. They feel better about themselves. Which leads to less stress, less depression, less suicide. I wish someone up on the top would get wise to this kind of thing.
  

In conclusion, schools are state-funded prison camps.

With loads of hoop-jumping.

I'm Drake!

So yeah, I checked the cast list on Friday, and I got the part of Drake! For all of you sitting out there going "Who in the friggin' $@^&* is Drake?!", allow me to answer that for you. Drake is Daddy Warbucks's "English Butler". (The butler did it! Too bad Annie isn't a murder mystery :P) Anyhoo, that means that I am in Ensamble also- I get to be a poor Hooverville person and a NYC person and Drake...and maybe others! So it sounds like fun. I need to get a black suit to wear, also.

Today was our first real rehearsal. It was super awesome fun... I love everyone there...the building is so beautiful...LONG LIVE MISS LIZ!! (In case you're reading this Ms. Liz, I am NOT being negative about the show online! Not that there's anything to be negative about...:P)

Love,

Tyler.

CALLBACKS!!!

First things first: I am typing this on my Wii, because there's a STUPID internet block on both our computers from 4-6. So i am just pointing and selecting... very hard and VERY SLOW! try to appreciate that as you read.

If you read my past 2-3 posts, i have been auditioning on mon & tues. and today the CALLBACKS LIST WENT UP! AND I HAVE A CALLBACK!!1!!!!!!df5y: rec84dhgT5D6Trug! I'm so happy!

So there were callbacks for the following characters: Lily, Grace, Annie, Ms. Hannigan, and Rooster. because so many girls auditioned and so few boys, and Daddy Warbucks wasn't on the list, my guess is that "Rooster" was pretty much just the group of boys being called back. I doubt Ms. Liz really sees any of us as Rooster, but since there were so few boys she just mashed us into one group and gave us a random label, if that makes sense.

my arm is tired.

bye!

Dance Auditions

A few hours ago I got home from Dance Auditions- auditions focused on exposing how good of a dancer you are. It was an easy and incredibly fun dance, actually. We danced to "Thank You, Hooverville" from "Annie". I danced with my right shoe off, so I had one socked foot and one shoe foot. It actually worked really well, that way. Cause in the dance, you're always pivoting and sliding on your right foot, so having a slippery foot and a foot with traction made the dance easier. Plus I didn't have to think in terms of "Right" and "left"; it was "Shoe" or "No shoe"!

We danced for an hour and a half straight. Yes. It was super awesome fun. And great exercise :P Then we all sat down and watched as groups of about 4-5 people danced. That was the audition.

I really didn't think I did that good, but people kept coming up to me and saying things like "How did you do that?!" and "Your whole group looked lame next to you!" which is weird because...I've never had formal dance training in my life. Plus no one ever says things like that to me. Theatre is my true calling! Now I get to wait to see if I make it to the callback list tomorrow. Oh, this is so fun! It makes school worth going to, really.

See y'all tomorrow!

P.S. At the end of the song, when everyone shouts "Come and get it, Herbert!" I made the Charlie's Angels pose. Now I'm guaranteed a part! :D

Tyler

AUDITIONS FOLLOWUP!!

So... Well, they were behind schedule by almost 40 minutes, so I literally sat there for over an hour. But...it was good.
I walked in, gave Ms. Liz my audition form and Mr. Wooden my music, got ready to sing... and Mr. Wooden screwed up, or I screwed up, or the piano wasn't tuned right... Anyway, I started late, but I tried hard to get stronger, and I'm sure the rest of the audition went as smoothly as I've practiced. Hopefully Ms. Liz understands those kinds of things. Now I just have to wait. I was probably the only guy who showed up prepared and ready with music, and took it seriously, and aimed for the parts of Daddy Warbucks and Rooster. So hopefully I'll get a good part...with that initial blunder, though, there's no promises.

Dance auditions tomorrow!

AUDITIONS!!

My auditions for Annie are in about 60 minutes- 4:54. I can't tell if I'm super psyched...or super nervous. Either way, my adrenaline is pumpin', man.
Last night I sang my audition song for my mom, and she said she was really impressed. Actually, everybody I've sung for says I do good, but for some reason I can't believe it. Hopefully Ms. Liz will be impressed, too.

Wish me luck and that all goes well! I'll make a follow-up post on how it went!

My Life- An Update

Without drama, school is much, much worse than I imagined.

Without drama, life is like my mother...on a diet!
Like a week that's only mondays,
Only ice cream.
Never sundaes.
Like a circle with no center, like a door marked DO NOT ENTER!

Seriously, though. It does feel like a week that's only mondays. It's like the beginning of the year all over again...and I have as much cool stuff behind me as I have crappy stuff ahead of me!!
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Well, this coming monday is auditions for Annie. I've been practicing my butt off, and my voice teacher says my singing has really improved. Which is good. If it hadn't, I'd still have a mostly crappy voice singing "The Kite" instead of an okay voice singing "In Love With Amy". But my voice teacher says I looked really relaxed and not nervous (which is good because I was on the verge of a breakdown inside) and that she'd cast me.

Ms. Liz is also trying to get boys that are doing football or basketball to try out. I see her reasoning, but it'll never work. They'll probably get ensamble and hate it and find ways to cheat out of it. So I don't see what the point is of forcing them to audition.

Cause apparently everyone else auditioning is too nerdy.

My Story

Alright, I have been spending time writing a story. I doubt it will be of any particular interest to anyone, but since I have no audience to show this story to, I have decided to post it little bit by little bit on this blog. Tell me what you think! :)

PROLOGUE

The mother stroked her daughter’s head.
“I’ll be back before you know it. I promise.”
The little girl yawned. “And you’ll come home with Daddy?” She whispered.
Her mother smiled, forcing herself to not show her uncertainty. “We’ll be a family again before too long.”
After the little girl drifted off into sleep, her mother crept from the room, trying not to cry as she packed her things, got dressed in the proper attire, readied her equipment and left the house.

The little girl waited for her mother. Sometimes she would sit on the roof of the house with her father’s old scrying scope, watching for her mother until after midnight. Hours turned into days, days into weeks, weeks into years.

She never came.

It was the first promise that her mother had ever broken to her.

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Lame, right? Yeah. If you don't think it's lame, I'd be very much interested in knowing your reasons. :P

Abigail Williams

I...LOVE...ABIGAIL....WILLIAMS!!!

I <3 HER!!! SO MUCH!!! AHHHHHGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHTGHJHHDGHDFSHENHJFDDFJDRTKLOHRGJo4t5twhr;kqn5k!!

End of story.

End of Drama

Well, today was the last day of the semester here... The good news is, only half a year left. Bad news is... the class I lived for is over. Yup. Drama. Although I'm happy to announce that it went out with a bang. The first thing I did in the last drama class of the year was perform my duo scene with my partner. Basically, Ms. Liz gave us the bare script, with no characters, plot, setting, or anything. So we decided that we were breaking into the Olson twin's apartment to take a picture of ourselves. Naturally, we were having a mad tea party whilst in an asylum discussing our plans. I thought it was great fun :) My partner dropped a line in the middle of it, though, and so I had to improvise. ("I've seen that look in your eyes before! You're wondering 'what if they're at home?' and I would like to remind you...[my line]") I'm sure that people noticed, being "drama people", but I think I picked it up rather swiftly.

Then we circled up and played "Honey I Love You". Basically, you go up to someone in the circle and say "Honey, I'm home, and I love you so much" to which they respond "Honey, I love you too, but I just can't show it". The secret to this game is to walk swagger up to them, get your hands on their clothes, and say in your weirdest, most obnoxious voice (old person, southern accent, any accent, nasally, ect.) "HUNNY I LUV YOU SOOOOOOOOOOOOO MUCH...OH YAH AND IM HOME I GUESS. NOW WE CAN BE TOGETHER AND STUFFFFFFF....."Just butcher the lines, keep going on and on and on until they crack... Sooo much fun. I won.

Then after "Honey I Love You" we played "Park Bench". In this game, you sit on a bench and establish a character (cranky, senile, emotional, gassy, sneezy, sleepy, dopey, doc) and someone sits next to you, establishes their own character and tries to do or say something to get you to leave. We had girls snuggling up to guys asking things like "How many girlfriends have you had?" "Um, zero." "....would you like to change that?" :D

I sat next to one guy who was a squirrel fanatic. He screamed about squirrels and whatnot. I sat next to him, holding my stomach, gagging, puffing out my cheeks, making farting noises, groaning. He asked me "Sir, are you giving birth?" and the conversation that followed went a little like this...

Me- Oh, OH, I need a bathroom. Oh, oh oh..... (fart, fart)

Him- Oh dear, what's wrong?!

Me- You know that grocery store? Aldi's? You know the granola bars you can buy at Aldi's? (fart) You know the...fiber granola bars you can buy at Aldi's? I had about six or seven of those...in the last hour. I don't think I'm gonna make it!! My poor colon!

Him- I have to go.

Me- Yay!! heheheheheheghehehesrhds

Then some other guy, Zack, came up and sat by me...or rather, he laid on me. Here's what happened...

Zack- Do you....mind?

Me- From you, baby? Never.

Zack- Well that's the best news I've heard all night.

(At this point, he laid down across my lap, stroking my arm while I combed my fingers through his hair. This was all improv, I'd like to remind you.)

I have never seen the class laugh so hard. Ever. Ms. Liz was literally falling off her desk. People kept congratulating me... It was very creepy. But I've done things like that before. (For those of you in the know...Lukie Pookie Culberson...that boy makes me hotter than July) I felt totally wrong doing it. But it was so much fun. And everyone laughed so hard! I already had a reputation for being good at improv. I just hope people think of me as "Tyler! Man, he was so fearless!" and not "Tyler, ew. He was so gay."

But when people laugh that hard, at something I did whilst in drama, no matter what, it makes me feel good. :)

Now do you see why drama went out with a bang?

Hello, my adoring fans!

Yes, yes, hello there! Hold your applause!

We didn't do much today...tried watching the old non-musical Hairspray movie. I know the new one so well, that watching this old one is like having some sort of Bizzaro dream about the 2007 version. I didn't watch very much, but Penny called Amber queer...

Love,

         Tyler