Life has been a bit scattered-and-random lately. On Monday night I was too discouraged to write, my parents had just decided I couldn't take the theatre class that I'd been so looking forward to :(
Yesterday I perked back up again. We made omelettes in culinary arts and that was fun. My group went the whole nine yards and made a nice ham-and-green-pepper sauce, which was awesome, but we were the last ones cleaning up. :)
Off to rehearsal at 4, at the Grange. That went. That's all I can say, it went.
We are still ironing out details. Eva and Dallan came over to my house afterwards and we had fun getting a costume for Eva for RenFaire, and discussing Faire in general. Played with the goats and went walking. Dallan stayed to dinner and we watched a recording of what I still consider the best play I ever wrote/acted in, Anne of Green Gables. 'Twas epic.
Today it's 73 F and raining a bit. I am feeling vaguely influenzal, hopefully that won't develop, I am NOT going to be sick before renfaire!! I'm still hungry though! I think it might just be allergies.
I submitted my [rather epic] film Road to Freedom to the local film festival, in the Young Filmmakers' category. Woot! First film fest! I've got a contact there, who liked my submission to the Fast Film Project last spring and encouraged me to go for the big one. fingers crossed....
Tomorrow is the first of our weekly bio. classes. There's about 6 students, all homeschooled, mostly a bit younger than me and all shy/quiet [I think--I don't know them all]. It'll be interesting. Kingdom Phylum Class Order.....
H School [henceforth abb. HS or CHS] is also interesting. The fashions are [gotta say it again, sorry] so interesting!! Ninety percent of the population is clad in denim below the waist, of course. But even that ranges from my conservative boot-cut Levi's from Montana [*heart*!] to skinny grey jeans to black holey concoctions. A lot of the styles are things I'd never wear, and would cringe at in the stores, but I don't know: people look good in anything. Maybe I just like looking at people. I've always thought that artificially-colored hair is rather awful but I've seen some girls with blonde hair dyed with a couple of pastel colors just at the sides, and it actually is kind of nice. [Ahem...don't freak out please, I'm not planning on dyeing my hair.]
So that covers "culinary class" but what about "cheese" and "cargo pants"? Well I was just thinking about how much I like cheese, is all. And cargo pants is what I'm wearing right now [POCKETSES!!! Love em!].
Yeah--pockets. Starting with the filming this spring I have started to carry stuff in my pockets all the time. Big ole knife [except not at school, which kills me] clipped onto the side, pencil, iPod sometimes, rubber band, string [little random tail-end, and a lovely ball of high-quality waxed stuff], needle-nosed tweezers for splinters, lighter [two, on my birthday. SO handy for lighting candles, and it means you're never without a fire-source. Just don't try to light a bunch of birthday candles and expect that the lighter will be cool enough to put back in your pocket.] um yeah, where was I....audio cables sometimes, converter, watch [that's when it's not attached, ninja-like, to my belt loop], band-aids, paper, and for the sake of this discussion I just added two paper-clips, a second lighter as I think my main one is running out of steam, and three aaa batteries. Nice, huh?
One time I found one of my mood-rings in my pocket and had NO idea how it got there. Then of course I couldn't find it again.
Jewelry is another variable. I never used to wear anything, ever. Now I wear a cross, or an amber pendent which I got in Germany, or a string of jade beads which my dad brought back from Thailand. There are a few other assorted things, nothing very valuable, but nice. Right now it's this cool wood-bead-and-stones thing. I like it.
Oh yes, I've got the most fabulous costume for renfaire!!!! Scottish-inspired. There's this nice green plaid jumper-sort of dress, over a black skirt and white puffy-sleeved shirt. Add a knife, wide black piece-of-awesomeness belt, and I'll be good to go. Except there are no pockets....
*bounce-and-squeal!* Wednesday Market today!!!! Yay!
Welcome back to Rochelle Blue!! Fare-thee-well to J. William!!!
Oh yes, I just remembered that I mentioned I'd do a special each Wednesday, Reader Wednesdays. Ths time I want your thoughts on fashion [ordinary clothing, not Haute Coture which is too weird]. Leave a comment!!!
Also I recalled the role-play which I started and did not continue with: It will come back, I'm just not sure when. :)
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Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
get your blog posts in bulk!
I was trying to think of a post title....[such pressure--stage fright--writers' block--augh *throat seizes up, and she falls over*]
and I remembered a random thing that happened to an email I sent, the computer turned the title into something like "BULK re:off we go" and the bulk bit struck me as funny because I do write emails in bulk. That is, they're simply packed with info, anecdotes and so forth.
So yeah! I was reading a really interesting post over at Carpe Diem and it reminded me of something similar. I started off on a long-winded anecdote from my own troubled past [ insert your tongue in your cheek ] but I realized I might as well make a post of it. It was regarding favorite childhood spots being preserved.
Here goes.
At the church where my homeschool group met for about 6 years things have not been so happy. The church was expanding so much that they finally decided to renovate, and put in new parking lots and such.
Well imagine the sorrow when our lovely grassy field [it was about an acre] was graveled, and then paved, over. That field had been the site of many happy memories, playing soccer and tag and running races and such. :( Our grass shrunk to a measly patch and finally disappeared altogether. Fortunately we were growing up by that time so it wasn't so unhappy.
When I was about 11 or 12 my 4-H group [which included most of the homeschool group] planted some baby trees for a service project. They were ornamental cherries. This spring [5 years later] I became aware of how tall they were, about 15 feet and blossoming beautifully.
Then there was the curly willow. It was huge, had probably been there longer than the buildings. More fond memories.
This June, with church-expansion on the horizon, all the trees were lopped down. Need I say more??
Even that was as nothing, compared to the misery caused by a saw last spring, at the school where my dad teaches [yes I know, homeschooled daughter + teaching father = ?? It's a long story.] There was this nice wild cherry tree. We enjoyed its fruit [this was while I was taking French class there]. But last spring, about April, just when school-induced depression is at its height, the tree was cut down. Sure it produces tasty fruit. Sure it's not in the way. Sure you can cut it down.
Last week I observed that the greengage [a greengage is a yummy plum] hedge in our neighborhood was being trimmed viciously. Yes, it was somewhat intruding on the roadway, but couldn't the trimming have waited til after the plums were ripe?? sniffle
[have you noticed that I don't like it when trees are cut down? Do you want to share your thoughts? :)]
Play practice went pretty well. O dear, Dallan and Adam [the two main characters] are too funny! Afterwards the Three Musketeers [Dallan, Eva and myself] puttered about discussing various vital bits of theatre business. And chucked walnuts at each other [there are a bunch of walnut trees at the Grange].
Then Eva drove home, and Dallan and I started walking on the road home to intercept my dad-the-chauffeur. Hehe, we were successful hitch-hikers! :) Managed to Baa at the field of sheep, too.
You have to wear studs for 6 MONTHS after getting your ears pierced???!!! Oh, *conniption*! We went into Claire's [men, never ever go into a Claire's. Your retinas will become permanently scarred with images of sequins, pink, glitter, scarves, and little dangly things. Ghastly. You will die a horrible death-by-bling. As soon as we asked about the piercings I said "Okay, we are done here" and scooted.] Anyway, went in there to ask about ear-piercings. I don't like studs.
Oh yeah, we are talking about studded earrings here. Just wanted to clear that up. ;)
As a side note, I do not like the mall. Sort of creepy. The best part is Old Navy which can be accessed from outdoors. At Ross' I got absolutely caught in the cross-fire of two people sneezing/coughing. I scooted.
I scoot a lot.
This is the time when, if I were in a gloomy mood, I would diverge into a discussion of swine flu. I am not in a particularly gloomy mood, however, so you shall have to await that edifying topic on another day.
Say a prayer for California, folks! I can't imagine how awful it must be to be there with the fires and all. *shudder*
Hah, my mom just discovered a whole basket full of spare programs for the play "Mystery in the Highlands" that the homeschool group put on a few years ago. Dear dear, we rather overdid the program-printing! The house was less than packed. It was a fun performance but we forgot the lines a lot. Not unsurprising, as we were still practicing with scripts two rehearsals before performance.
That was the show where we had a pathetically small cast [about 7 all told]. There was one bit where a scrap of tartan fabric was essential to the plot and in its second scene it was MIA, somewhere backstage. Prompt freak-out on my part. ["Bethany! Calm down!"] But I managed to merely reference it in passing [hooray for ad-libbing lines], and that was okay.
Oh my, this is the 60-post mark! Buy me some roses, someone!
Oh yeah! I want to hear everyone's stories about the worst trip [camping or otherwise] that you've been on! Random I know!
Leave a comment! *steps back and rubs her hands whilst anticipating merry tales of mosquitoes, hotel rooms without AC, sick family members, lost cameras, and missed flights, tehe*
and I remembered a random thing that happened to an email I sent, the computer turned the title into something like "BULK re:off we go" and the bulk bit struck me as funny because I do write emails in bulk. That is, they're simply packed with info, anecdotes and so forth.
So yeah! I was reading a really interesting post over at Carpe Diem and it reminded me of something similar. I started off on a long-winded anecdote from my own troubled past [ insert your tongue in your cheek ] but I realized I might as well make a post of it. It was regarding favorite childhood spots being preserved.
Here goes.
At the church where my homeschool group met for about 6 years things have not been so happy. The church was expanding so much that they finally decided to renovate, and put in new parking lots and such.
Well imagine the sorrow when our lovely grassy field [it was about an acre] was graveled, and then paved, over. That field had been the site of many happy memories, playing soccer and tag and running races and such. :( Our grass shrunk to a measly patch and finally disappeared altogether. Fortunately we were growing up by that time so it wasn't so unhappy.
When I was about 11 or 12 my 4-H group [which included most of the homeschool group] planted some baby trees for a service project. They were ornamental cherries. This spring [5 years later] I became aware of how tall they were, about 15 feet and blossoming beautifully.
Then there was the curly willow. It was huge, had probably been there longer than the buildings. More fond memories.
This June, with church-expansion on the horizon, all the trees were lopped down. Need I say more??
Even that was as nothing, compared to the misery caused by a saw last spring, at the school where my dad teaches [yes I know, homeschooled daughter + teaching father = ?? It's a long story.] There was this nice wild cherry tree. We enjoyed its fruit [this was while I was taking French class there]. But last spring, about April, just when school-induced depression is at its height, the tree was cut down. Sure it produces tasty fruit. Sure it's not in the way. Sure you can cut it down.
Last week I observed that the greengage [a greengage is a yummy plum] hedge in our neighborhood was being trimmed viciously. Yes, it was somewhat intruding on the roadway, but couldn't the trimming have waited til after the plums were ripe?? sniffle
[have you noticed that I don't like it when trees are cut down? Do you want to share your thoughts? :)]
Play practice went pretty well. O dear, Dallan and Adam [the two main characters] are too funny! Afterwards the Three Musketeers [Dallan, Eva and myself] puttered about discussing various vital bits of theatre business. And chucked walnuts at each other [there are a bunch of walnut trees at the Grange].
Then Eva drove home, and Dallan and I started walking on the road home to intercept my dad-the-chauffeur. Hehe, we were successful hitch-hikers! :) Managed to Baa at the field of sheep, too.
You have to wear studs for 6 MONTHS after getting your ears pierced???!!! Oh, *conniption*! We went into Claire's [men, never ever go into a Claire's. Your retinas will become permanently scarred with images of sequins, pink, glitter, scarves, and little dangly things. Ghastly. You will die a horrible death-by-bling. As soon as we asked about the piercings I said "Okay, we are done here" and scooted.] Anyway, went in there to ask about ear-piercings. I don't like studs.
Oh yeah, we are talking about studded earrings here. Just wanted to clear that up. ;)
As a side note, I do not like the mall. Sort of creepy. The best part is Old Navy which can be accessed from outdoors. At Ross' I got absolutely caught in the cross-fire of two people sneezing/coughing. I scooted.
I scoot a lot.
This is the time when, if I were in a gloomy mood, I would diverge into a discussion of swine flu. I am not in a particularly gloomy mood, however, so you shall have to await that edifying topic on another day.
Say a prayer for California, folks! I can't imagine how awful it must be to be there with the fires and all. *shudder*
Hah, my mom just discovered a whole basket full of spare programs for the play "Mystery in the Highlands" that the homeschool group put on a few years ago. Dear dear, we rather overdid the program-printing! The house was less than packed. It was a fun performance but we forgot the lines a lot. Not unsurprising, as we were still practicing with scripts two rehearsals before performance.
That was the show where we had a pathetically small cast [about 7 all told]. There was one bit where a scrap of tartan fabric was essential to the plot and in its second scene it was MIA, somewhere backstage. Prompt freak-out on my part. ["Bethany! Calm down!"] But I managed to merely reference it in passing [hooray for ad-libbing lines], and that was okay.
Oh my, this is the 60-post mark! Buy me some roses, someone!
Oh yeah! I want to hear everyone's stories about the worst trip [camping or otherwise] that you've been on! Random I know!
Leave a comment! *steps back and rubs her hands whilst anticipating merry tales of mosquitoes, hotel rooms without AC, sick family members, lost cameras, and missed flights, tehe*
Saturday, August 29, 2009
Friday, August 28, 2009
Shop-a-holic....
.....is something I am not. I cringe at shelling out the cash. And I hate to be such a consumer.
But today I went clothing shopping [men, you can look at my nice sidebar now, if you like].
Kohl's, and Old Navy, and a few assorted other purveyors of fine clothing made in China.
How I loathe [with a deadly loathing] the music they play in Kohl's!! It drives me up the wall! Some stupid pop-star girl singing about how "I really don't care". Even rap was a relief after that. [Oh for the peace of The Book Bin, where [last night] somebody appears to really like Tom Petty; we were there for four or five Petty songs straight. Very passable.]
And most of the fashions are just as bad. So ugly! I hunted through the entire department, cringing at the prices and paying special attention to the bargain-racks, before I found anything. There was quite a nice selection of these plaid, very long shirts that are becoming quite the style [I fancy that I was the trend-setter here, I started wearing Western shirts several years ago.]
Also the cute little vest-y items that I've mentioned before--but they only came in a set with another shirt that I didn't much care for.
I was in the throes of sticker-shock until we got to the register and found all the shirts were about half-off, which made me very happy.
I should post some photos. Remind me.
Old Navy, as always, was better. A couple of plain t-shirts, very cheap.
Whee-hee! Back-to-school shopping is almost complete! Just a few more socks, and that sort of thing. Last year I was extremely into long woolly socks and I couldn't find them anywhere....wound up buying some from a historical outfitters' catalogue. And this year they're all over the place!
Ahm. What else. Should I get my ears pierced? [The link is to a humorous, albeit painful-sounding, post on Equus Delirus' blog. See my comment.]
Dear dear. I do hope I'm not getting "girly". I think not, though. When I was in Hollywood Video yesterday with Dallan we commiserated on how we detest pink-and-purple Barbie/Bratz/chicflic stuff.
Oh yeah....I beat my dad at arm-wrestling a few days back. He says he doesn't know what happened. [I think it was just a fluke, I certainly couldn't do it again.] That was a great moment! [Then there was the time we were arm-wrestling and somehow I wound up on the floor....I don't know how that happened, either.]
But today I went clothing shopping [men, you can look at my nice sidebar now, if you like].
Kohl's, and Old Navy, and a few assorted other purveyors of fine clothing made in China.
How I loathe [with a deadly loathing] the music they play in Kohl's!! It drives me up the wall! Some stupid pop-star girl singing about how "I really don't care". Even rap was a relief after that. [Oh for the peace of The Book Bin, where [last night] somebody appears to really like Tom Petty; we were there for four or five Petty songs straight. Very passable.]
And most of the fashions are just as bad. So ugly! I hunted through the entire department, cringing at the prices and paying special attention to the bargain-racks, before I found anything. There was quite a nice selection of these plaid, very long shirts that are becoming quite the style [I fancy that I was the trend-setter here, I started wearing Western shirts several years ago.]
Also the cute little vest-y items that I've mentioned before--but they only came in a set with another shirt that I didn't much care for.
I was in the throes of sticker-shock until we got to the register and found all the shirts were about half-off, which made me very happy.
I should post some photos. Remind me.
Old Navy, as always, was better. A couple of plain t-shirts, very cheap.
Whee-hee! Back-to-school shopping is almost complete! Just a few more socks, and that sort of thing. Last year I was extremely into long woolly socks and I couldn't find them anywhere....wound up buying some from a historical outfitters' catalogue. And this year they're all over the place!
Ahm. What else. Should I get my ears pierced? [The link is to a humorous, albeit painful-sounding, post on Equus Delirus' blog. See my comment.]
Dear dear. I do hope I'm not getting "girly". I think not, though. When I was in Hollywood Video yesterday with Dallan we commiserated on how we detest pink-and-purple Barbie/Bratz/chicflic stuff.
Oh yeah....I beat my dad at arm-wrestling a few days back. He says he doesn't know what happened. [I think it was just a fluke, I certainly couldn't do it again.] That was a great moment! [Then there was the time we were arm-wrestling and somehow I wound up on the floor....I don't know how that happened, either.]
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