Scarborough

The past week has been, well I could just say typical for my life, but there are good things that came out of it. One my biology teacher loved the documentary I made for her class about honey bees, and that documentary was half my end of course exam grade, so for the first time in my entire public existence I might have a good final science grade. Also one thing that has been really big in my little world is that for the past few weeks (actually I think we're up to a month) my D-town partner Elizabeth and I have been working super hard to make a music video. We are using the song Scarborough Fair. For it we have a male and female singer, two violins, a viola, a flute, a guitar, a jembe (no idea about spelling) drum, and piano. We found music online they musicians transposing come parts, and the lyrics off the wonderful Wikipedia. Anyway the movie is a taking a lot more work, then at least I originally assumed. Despite that the craziness, and intense organization involved I am super happy that we are doing it, because I have always wanted to make somethingabout the song. We finished editing the first half of the video today, minus the chorus'. Tomorrow we are hoping to get a full, but rough draft version completed. I think from previous writing you will have realized about me that despite the amount I complain and groan about there is just something I love about "impossible" huge projects. Maybe it's the trill, or the excitement, or the sheer crazy involved, but I just love it! and Scarborough was no different. So that's all just wanted to talk about. I'll post some pictures soon!

The World Is My Home

Lately so much has been going on I could write for ever, but I think I'll write about the one thing that, although subtle has really put me in a new outlook of life. A couple days ago it was in the 90s here in Ohio. A record high. I who hate both cold and intense heat was shall we say the least miserable. For more details contact my parents whom observed me laying in the middle of the floor in a nightshirt all day trying to stay cool. Anyway due to this heat I couldn't bare to sleep in my sauna of a bedroom, so relocated to a different kind of bed. In other words the trampoline, with a sleeping bad and some blankets. That first night was nice to escape the heat, but I got soaked in dew which wasn't pleasant, so relocated to my bedroom and spent the nights of that week fitfully tossing and turning to escape the heat. A few days later the heat become again unbearable so much that I packed up my blankets and bag and moved outside again. That night laying on the trampoline under the stars it felt like I wasn't outside but instead was inside a grand house called the world. It felt my house was simply a small room in that house and the starry sky ceiling. Let me pause here to say that this is a huge break though for me. Although I have slept outside for months at a time, it has always been in a tent. When I went to outdoor survival skills camp I worked like a slave driver to make sure we built a solid structure, it was like a log cabin, and fun fact it collapsed on us in the night. The reason for this is not to many scary shows, or scared of the dark, or the forest. Nope I was scared of the stars. I don't know why and I can't explain it, but there has always been something about them that creeps me out. But that night something shifted. I could only see those stars as part of the intricate ceiling of the world house, something grand and beautiful all those star constellations. (Orion is my favorite by the way, always has been despite my fear). Now it is late so bid you good night. I am off the my 14 foot trampoline bed underneath the star-lit sky.

Hot, Sweaty, and Full

Hey readers! Today I packed up my dark blue and purple bedspread away and re-made my bed with a quilt in light blues and pinks. So what does this mean? You might have guessed it. In my mind it's summer. At least it feels like it, I'm sitting in the middle of my bed typing this dressed in my lightest cotton night dress. A fan blows at full blast the room is as dark as I can stand it. One thing that's funny about me is although most people know me for getting ridiculously cold I hate intense heat just as much as cold, I just wither it. Anyway besides the heat there has been a lot happening in my life so much that I couldn't find time to write, or time that I did have I spent resting. After the musical ended I dived head first into EVERYTHING else. OK not everything but a lot of activities and then activities I didn't necessarily want to do, but sort of had to came up as well. It's almost the end of the school year just two and a half more weeks to go, but does that mean teachers are easing up on the work load? Oh no. Instead I am being swamped with projects, and of course exams are coming up. Then there is temple videos, other various lessons (driving school, ugh) and of course my movie, which is a whole blog entry in it's self for later. It's sort of a two sided coin... On the one side I LOVE to be busy, but then on the other It's like my brain has just turned off in order to cope with it all, which as you can imagine doesn't really help at all since then I can't figure out how to do any of those tasks! Saturday was fine and dandy (although crazy busy) but then Sunday... I just felt like I had so much happening, and I couldn't get my brain to work to figure out what I needed to do. It was like there was a bullet proof wall around the part of my brain that thinks and my thoughts were bullets being blocked, which on somedays would be so if that where there, but wasn't helping me today. And I honestly don't know how I'm going to finish off these two weeks! OK sorry for pouring my complaints into your ears, eyes. Good things have been happening too! I've been able to kayak once a week with a friend from school, which is exhausting, but in a good way, and so peaceful. I went to the Delaware Arts Festival and got tow quite pieces of pottery (a matching mug and bowl), and movie if going phenomenally! I think that's all I'll bother you with tonight. My iTunes account has just told me it's bedtime (the shuffle just started playing a lullaby!) So good night! Photo Credits: A friend From school, whom I kayak with

The final rehearsal

Have you ever been at a sleepover and there's that point you get sleepy, but you push past it. And then your in this sleep deprived state were you might be really hyper, or at least your wide awake, but your still not totally functional?
That's sort of what I've felt like all day. Mostly starting around noon, I have just enough energy to keep walking going through the movements, but not enough to use my brain at the same time. By 5:00 today I was not my nor al self. Normally I hate being alone, positively despise it, by by that time today all I wanted was a dark quiet corner. By the time reversal ended for the day I felt not exhausted exactly more like a ballon, mentally about to pop at the slightest touch. When my ride looked ready to go I threw my things together and practically ran out the door.
When I got home my mind was on one thing. Bake some cookies. Although to the non-baker this may seem like torture the methodical pouring and mixing calms me down. Instead though I got the task of getting to sort through some new clothes (not that I don't appreciate it) but I just could get my brain to wrap around anything but my earlier programmed thoughts. Bake. PJs. Bed. But no I got to decide which pair of pants felt better, do I need another black cami? Then mum wanted help with some technical thing which is tedious on an everyday basis but uncomprehending today. I tried to sort through the problem. Spitting out some answer. By this point I was practically in tears this was not part of my plan my fragile state couldn't handle it! And to top the cake I had forgotten my precious laptop back in the theater which is locked during the day! Good cause it won't be stolen. Bad cause I can't get it. Even now writing this a small part of my brain repeats idiot over and over.
And a word on this why is it that when your so mad at your self for doing something, parents love to take this opportunity to chide you for it!? ok no complaining.
I suppose if I had been Unclutching it wouldn't have been so bad, but I havnt been doing a good job of that.
In any case today was the last official reversal. A bitter sweet day. I finally get to have a non-school life again. And yet I don't get to have a non-school life I have to come home and do things, fill my time, although I get to see them in the hallways the relationships with all my new friends won't be quite the same outside the musical hallway. But for now I need sleep so good night!