My Cartoon Brain... Thing

"There, there, baby, it's just textbook stuff."

Sat, 07 Apr 2007 22:13:46 GMT

As we speak (er, type), there are extremely good-looking, tanned roofers roofing my house.

They've been here for the past two days.

This is getting difficult >_<.

Anyways! It was my dad's birthday yesterday! I won't tell you how old (er, young) he is now, for safety precautions (for myself). The funny thing is, instead of focusing on him all day, he took me out shopping for clothes. The concept is giving me a hernia thinking about it. And I got a lot of stuff! Favourite buy = Vans gray plaid flats with red and blue stripes, $60.00. Second fave buy = grey and red plaid babydoll shirt, $40.00. And so manies of the cute shirts! I'm pretty satisfied, but every time I wear the new clothes, I feel extremely guilty, but if I don't wear the clothes, I feel just as guilty. Grar! The solution is to not think about how and why I got the clothes, but to just wear them and admire them for their splendiferousity.

I get to go see Meet the Robinsons tonight with Drew. V. excited about that (only because of the raptor with the "big head, and little arms,"). Kalei wanted everyone to go see TMNT tonight too, so I'm still juggling the options about that. I was going to wear all yellow and be April ^ ^, because all the Turtles were taken. Hopefully they have fun, though, if I don't go. I'll probably even see them there beforehand.

And Alysen was right. Garage flip flops are abnormally comfortable. And squishy ^ ^.

OH! By the way, for all my avid dance fans out there (which = no one >_<), here's my competition schedule for Abbostford and Burnaby! I don't have the Maple Ridge times yet, but I'm sure they're coming soon!

Abbostford - Abbey Arts Center
2329 Crescent Way

Wednesday, April 25

8:16 pm - Modern Solo

Friday, April 27

7:06 pm - Acro Group (Ramalama!!!)

Saturday, April 28

6:47 pm - Tap Solo
8:13 pm - Song and Dance Solo (vair vair important one!)

Burnaby - Burnaby South High
5455 Rumble St.

Tuesday, April 24

2:30 pm - Modern Solo

Friday, April 27

4:30 pm - Acro Group (Ramalama!!!)

Monday, April 30

11:00 am - Tap Solo
4:15 pm - Song and Dance Solo (just in case you miss the Abbotsford performance :D)

I'll update the addresses later, but for now this is all you get. If you need to book off work, do it now! This is possibly just wishful thinking, but having a small cheering section for my last year of competition would be swell.

Alas, I have to go. The roofers are waiting (AHHH! No really, they're not that attractive). I'm away laughing on a fast camel!

- Maddy xoxo

PS. Drew, you are a wonderful chauffeur <3.
PPS. LAST PSYCHO SESSION EVER APRIL 11 AT GARIBALDI BE THERE BE THERE BE THERE

Sun, 01 Apr 2007 23:26:47 GMT

I just realized the journal I found and am reading isn't my Aunt's. It's my dad's late first wife's journal.

I'm reading a dead woman's diary.

"Rush of blood, oh, and a little bit of pain."

Sun, 01 Apr 2007 21:14:45 GMT

I got accepted into the Canadian College of Performing Arts (!).

Damn it. Now I have a choice to make.

Why does this have to be so hard?

I think The Surreal Life has to be the best guilty pleasure in the world. That and What Not to Wear.

I think I'm going to take a hiatus from drinking for awhile... I never seem to learn. I should've by now; every time I drink at all I get nausea and the spins, but nooo, I just have to keep trying.

I found my Auntie Julia's journal from 1982. That's when she was in her early twenties. It has all sorts of stories of dad and Grandpa Geoffrey, and Robin, and what kind of things they used to do for fun. It's so wierd, reading how dad used to laugh hysterically at their cat and what they got in their stockings at Christmastime. I think I'm going to read all the way through, because I'm a nosy parker.

OK, do cats really need wild salmon and fresh greens? Why can't cats just eat normal cat food? My dog doesn't complain about his kibbles, cats shouldn't either.

So now I'm procrastinatig my homework again, but it doesn't matter, because my midterm is over, and I can't really do much about it. I've already read the English novel too. I'm not too worried about it.

I'm going back to my sandwich and muffin. I'm away laughing on a fast camel!

- Maddy xoxo

"For the first time, I feel Wicked."

Mon, 26 Mar 2007 01:43:53 GMT

Just when you think you've done something useful with your bloody time...

I just accidentally replaced my completed Dogwood Scholarship application letter with a blank document, because I thought I was opening when I was saving.

I wasn't even paying attention to what I was doing.

I hate myself sometimes.

- Maddy

PS. WHAT THE FUCK.

"You eat your spaghetti with a knife?"

Sun, 25 Mar 2007 08:24:18 GMT

I have two days to write an essay about myself and my career goals for the Dogwood scholarship, and four days to study for the bio midterm.

I am, how the francois like to say it, le boned.

So, instead of working hard tonight, I am yet again procrastinating my BUTT off and writing a pointless entry to waste more time. I am ridiculous.

"On the plus side, I am now the girlfriend of a sex god."

I heart "Penny Arcade." It makes the not-so-rad times a little radder.

I had a good time tonight. Paul and Erin took us out for dinner at the Spaghetti Factory with Mum, Ona, Drew and I. I wore the Wicked pin Drew got me from Disneyland. We found mum's going to be a grandmother and I a niece. Double cool with knobs!

OK, I'm done wasting time. I'm off to attempt to write an essay worthy of $1000.00. Toodle pip!

- Maddy xoxo

PS. "Sure we wang."
PPS. "Can."
PPPS. "Can wang."

"Don't you wish your girlfriend had and STD? Doncha!"

Sat, 24 Mar 2007 00:39:04 GMT

So I was just minding my own business, having a shower before the party tonight, when I hear the phone ring. Quickly I reach for the tap, shut off the comforting hot water, grab my towel and hurriedly dry my arms and face off to grab the phone.

"Hello?"
"Hey darlin'."
"Oh, hey Christy."
"So... I don't think I can come to the party tonight."
"What?! Why not?!"
"Because, well... half of the project's gone..."

At this time I had a nervy spaz in my bathroom, because the five of us had just spent from 11:00 am to 10:00 pm last night editing and completing our ten-minute film project.

Why the eff does this always happen to us?! It was just going way too well, so the computer has to invent a brand new way to screw with us!

I hate computers.

I hate Final Cut Express.

I hate editing.

I have the sudden urge to punt a baby...

- Maddy xoxo

What Kind of Japanese Smiley Are You? - Wink!

Fri, 23 Mar 2007 09:28:21 GMT

You Are a "Wink"

What Japanese Smiley Are You?

"Music's got me feelin' so free."

Wed, 21 Mar 2007 21:44:09 GMT

So I'm spur of the moment. So sue me.

St. Patty's Day. OooooK. I haven't been that drunk in ages. I have come to realize that sleeping while drunk isn't a good thing. I got major spins. Some guy I didn't even know came in and took up most of the bed, when I was sleeping in it first! That is what I get for being spirited, I guess. Much fun though, Malice. Can't wait for the new house parties.

I haven't seen mum in two weeks. How sad is that? I wish I could see her more often, but it's so hard when she lives forty-five minutes away now, in light traffic. Hopefully I'm going to her house tonight, but I have to be back in town the next day for editing at Christy's... that'll be fun! I can't wait to be at eachother's throats!

The biology midterm is going to rape me. I've been on QuizmeBC a lot, and I'm passing all the quizzes, but the written work is so hard. I need to study harsh bad. I DON'T WANNAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA! *sniff* It's so hard, and I don't feel like doing it! Maybe I won't have to write the final if I don't want to, because that might bring my mark down even more than it already is. Why did I even take biology? I don't even need it! I make stoopid decisions sometimes.

I got my ears pierced again. Lauren, Laura and I were hanging out in town and we decided to stop by Defiance. I sort of just wanted something pierced, so I just sort of pulled out a twenty and got it done. I never do that. It looks pretty, though. They're still sore from sleeping on them.

Justin and I were talking about reincarnation, who we could have been, and he said Judy Garland. That would be the most awesome thing in the entire world, being Judy Garland in a past life... minus the drug overdose, and all that. She is still my idol, drugs or no drugs.

It's taken me three days to eat this chocolate bar. I feel like a fatty. Goodnight.

- Maddy xoxo

PS. Grad Talent Night coming soon! Be thurr or be squrr.
PPS. Psycho Session in April! W00t!

"In a second you'll be wrapped around my finger."

Thu, 15 Mar 2007 05:15:44 GMT

Avril's new song is irritatingly catchy.

I hate it when that happens.

I originally didn't like the song, because it wasn't like her at all, but then it was all, "Hey (hey!), you (you!), I don't like your girlfriend!" Stupid hook....

I get to go to Douglas tomorrow for a FIELD TRIP! I love field trips in high school; they come so few and far between that when they come, you'd forge your dead grandmother's signature to go.

Wow, cheap food does not agree with me. I bought a box of microwave macaroni and cheese and a bag of chips, and now I feel a tummy lurgy coming on. Poo and merde. Stupid dad, making me eat like a healthy person. It's all good, though, because I have peppermint tea ^ ^.

I wish my boyfriend would call when he says he will. It is becoming a pet peeve of mine. Laura is feeling my pain. We are in our little boat of lurve, and up poo creek without a paddle, i.e. going with le flow. Ah well, he says he's gotten me a prezzie from Disneyland, so I forgive him for being so forgetful *sigh*.

Pretty much stoked for my last show on Saturday. Not so stoked for my ballet exam being eleven days earlier than expected. Stoked for wearing green on St. Patrick's day and drinking lotsa beer. Not so stoked for biology mid-term after spring break and failing it. C'est la vie.

I can't keep on one train of thought for more than five minutes. It's been really hard concentrati

So I have competitions coming up in April and May. I don't even have bloody costumes yet, and I'm doing three solos! What the eff did I get myself into?

I'm going to go get some sleep, or at least lie awake for a few hours in bed. Night night chums.

- Maddy xoxo

PS. "Hey (hey!), you (you!), I know that you like me! No -
PPS. Goddamnit!

"Why Bloom go so far downstage left?"

Sat, 03 Mar 2007 08:23:12 GMT

OMG THE PRODUCERRRSSS!!!

Fanbloodytastic! It is so much better live, goddamnit! I had such a good time. Hell to find parking close to the Centre, but after many rigorous laps in the parkade, Drew managed to find a spot on the third level. Yeah! And walking across the street to the Centre wasn't very good to my feet in those heels, but wow, the show was a jaw-dropper. Take Uma Thurman's voice talent, multiply that by a million, then take all the awesomeness of the movie, and multiply that by ten million. Pretty effing rad, must say.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nrGM245cumU

So, this is what Drew and Justin like to do for kicks. I think anyone who can play "Sing Sing Sing," is 90% cooler by me. Ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-check it out. GSS MRSS and Westview were bowing down to them by the end of the night. And I don't even go to Thomas Haney!

So my cousin from England is here, and the first time she sees me after four years is onstage. It's pretty cool, walking into the lobby after curtain call and seeing a familiar face that isn't so familiar, if you know what I mean. Problem is, Lauren's having a party Saturday night, which I really wanted to go to, but dad says I can't because Charlotte is here. "What a dilemma!" I don't know if I should press the matter and beg to go, or just tell Lauren I can't make it. This kind of poo-timing always happens to me. Grrr.

Well, it's already past midnight, and I have to get out to Capilano for some h-core choreography with Shelley, so I must dash. Au revoir, mon petite pallies!

- Maddy xoxo

PS. "I'm not going into the toilet, I'm going into SHOWBUSINESS!"
PPS. "And you're right about one thing; you are a CPA: a certified public ASSHOLE!"

"Here's lookin' at you, kid."

Tue, 27 Feb 2007 08:14:34 GMT

So I pretty much watched Casablanca on Sunday.

I cried. Of course.

It was so beautiful and classic, I hope every heartthrob sucker gets to watch that one. Ce fantastique!

And, of course, there's the Oscars. This is probably a stupid question to which everyone but me knows the answer to, but why is it called the Oscars, when it's originally the Academy Awards? Somebody, please, help me out before my blonde roots grow any deeper. By the way, hooray for Happy Feet winning best animated motion picture!

Smallest of All went to Holy Spirit Catholic Church on Saturday for two shows. Apparently it's been really well reviewed, and anothe paper came to take some pictures for an article. I can't even remember if I get paid for this or not. Our show for the ACT is March 2nd, at 7:30. Be there, or be square! Seriously though, it's not too shabby, everyone should go, because I get to be comedic relief. It is tres amusant.

I'm still trying to figure out how the eff I'm getting to Capilano on Wednesday for a 3:30 appointment with a choreographer. Dad insists I'm not going, but it's a one-shot, three hour deal, and if I don't go, I lose the dance and the money dad put into the number in the first place. Yes, I know it should've already been choreographed by now... but I am the ultimate procrastinator, I'll have you know. It's not much to be proud of, actually. And the CCPA is probably still waiting for my reference letter and trascript... >_< Do you have any idea how hard it is to get your hands on a bloody interim transcript?! Every time I go in to get it, they tell me to go to the other office, and vice versa, and by the time I get to the right person, they recite this long, complicated reason why I shouldn't be able to get it until the end of the year, when all my other friends get them like that. WHAT THE HELL? Seriously, the office is really starting to piss me off.

Happy thoughts, happy thoughts, chi karma dogma and all that... OK, I'm good.

Mum and I are trying to do this whole visualize and be positive thing. It's the "Law of Attraction," and is apparently the secret to wealth and happiness. It's bloody hard. The whole thing is to never be negative, otherwise you'll attract negative energy to yourself. If you just vizualize yourself being happy, or having some thing that you really want, and really believe you're going to get it, you will. It's really strange, but hey, what's there to lose in trying to be happy? I think if I really want it (like thicker hair, or a better back), maybe I'll actually get it if I believe I can. It makes sense, in a roundabout way. If nothing else it'll give me a better outlook on life, the whole positive biz.

Hold on, need to go brush my teeth and all that jazz.

We're short on acts for Squawk to the Box this year. It's sad, really, because our school is usually so enthusiastic about that sort of thing, but nobody auditioned, and half the ones that did dropped out! I'm really disappointed in the student population right now. C'mon, Squawk and Psycho are the best things at this school! And hopefully Grad Talent Night gets more acts, and soon! I'm so looking forward to them, don't disappoint me now!

My ipod is taking its sweet time to charge, so I'm going to read for a few minutes before retiring for the night. Toodle pip, chums and chummettes!

- Maddy xoxo

PS. THE PRODUCERS MARCH FIRST!
PPS. w00t!

"HUNGRY BUUUMMM!"

Fri, 23 Feb 2007 05:43:37 GMT

Oh, what a fun day that was.

Lauren got her N, so we had a celebratory photo shoot (equipped with sparkly makeup and a tutu ^ ^), and we decide to take the pictures in my backyard, since it was nice out. Just as we're setting up for the very first shot, she looks down at her foot and goes, "Did I just step in... SHIT!" Turns out she stepped in dog poo, courtesy of Joey XP. It was not nice for Lauren; hilarious for Quinn, though.

Aren't they pretty? I thought so too.

So I was at the school today for twelve hours. OMGWTF?! Why do I do this? First, we have to tech for the Open House (all the dances, etc). Then we set up for theatre sports. I haven't played those in sooo long, so I was a little rusty. It was still fun, doing Rumpelstiltskin in two mintutes.

"Shmeep boperia, where the shmoodles are half price!"

After the theatre sports, we got to perform some dances. First, it was the modern with the white masks. Ooer, it was so vair vair creepy. When we revealed the masks, the audience was like, *gasp*! It was so cool. Then I had to run backstage and get ready for my movement piece, which was well received. I had to stay and watch Kyla's movement piece after mine, it's so pretty. She does this part where she's popping and locking her whole body, and it is sooo nifty. Then, it was the Pufftage! There are no words to describe the Pufftage, it just is what it is.

After dance, we did our grade twelve presentation, "Speak Truth To Power," which is pretty much intense. I lurve it, and I hope the little grade sevens and their parents weren't too afraid.

Then, since I promised my principals, I had to speak as a student rep on behalf of Garibaldi. I don't know why they pick me to do these things, I always end up making a fool of myself. This time it wasn't so bad, I had some time to think about what I was going to say, and I had lotsa support ^ ^. I don't know why I dislike public speaking so much, I used to do it for awards in elementary school. It's so akward now!

So, who else is tired of writing their autobiography? Hands up! Yeah, our writing teacher's making us write everything we can remember, from the time we were born up to now. OK, so if we can't write our own story, we can't write anyone else's? Bull shit. I think she's just being a nosy parker, but oh well. I decided to make mine a comic strip :D. It's taking a friggen' long time to do, but once it is done, it'll be glorious. Our teacher can stuff it.

Speaking of which, I think I'm going to go work on that right now! Hopefully I can get to at least the end of Summer 05 by tonight. I'm away laughing on a fast camel,

- Maddy xoxo

PS. HUNGRY BUUUMMM!!!
PPS. We love you Lauren XD.
PPPS. I actually did add up my dance hours. It came to 10,590. Yeah...
PPPPS. It actually went past the ten thousand mark!!! WTF!?

"Reset My Memory."

Mon, 19 Feb 2007 03:45:07 GMT

First show this weekend!

Smallest of All opening day/ night this Saturday. Pretty rad. We got free dinner and muffins, so I was happy. Damn good muffins! The only fly in the ointment was trying to get there! God, first I had to leave dance early (which I'm sure Susan wasn't too happy about) to sit in rush-hour traffic for an hour on Friday, then once we got there, it was just a whole lot of shut up and wait until around midnight. Theo went on a Starbucks run, so we were fine on the coffee front. Oh, and I had sooo much fun rescuing mother from the Heritage Grill that night, when Vittoria and Perry drove me to mum's house, only to find her not there. So They drive me back to Heritage Grill, where I have to sit out on the patio for half an hour, waiting to go home, and when she does want to go home, she waits until the cab that was called for us gets fed up and leaves. We had to walk home, but luckily there was a cab in an intersection we passed, so we hopped into it and drove the rest of the way. Bloody thing cost us five bucks to go like three blocks. Bloody rip-off.

The next day wasn't so bad, other than mum having a hangover driving to West Van. Not so cool. That was a looong day. Thank God I could rest the next morning and sleep in till 11:30. Mmm, IKEA bed sooo good...

When I got home I had to type out Cyndy's reference letter for me. It was like decoding heiroglyphics! Her chicken scratch was next to impossible to read, and by the time I decoded it all, it looked so small on Word. Hm. I had to leave a couple of spaces for words I really couldn't read, so hopefully she can help me with that XD.

Other than that, not much happening. TUTS audition next weekend! Need to find all the details about that still. Don't know who to contact, though. Hmph. I'll have to email Shelley again. So manies of the confusing dates!!!

Anyways, that's it for now. I'm going to try and organize my week in my planner.

- Maddy xoxo

PS. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
PPS. Plan! Oh, that's a good one!

"And I said, "What about 'Breakfast At Tiffany's'?""

Sun, 11 Feb 2007 00:32:52 GMT

Guess what?

GUESS WHAT?

I got my grad dress.

And I'm not telling anyone what it looks like.

Except Ona.

Only because she was there when I tried it on.

It's gorgey.

And custom-made.

And I lurve it.

"FUCK THE ORANGE KEY!"

Sat, 10 Feb 2007 03:29:17 GMT

I am officially never working in an office.

I had to come to dad’s office this morning to get to my audition in Vancouver at one, so I have to hang around the Telus building for two-and-a-half hours. No kidding, this place gives me the heebie-jeebies. Everyone’s talking smart talk (OMG), and it’s starting to creep me out. At least some people like to have fun; there’s a pool table at one end of the cafeteria, which is a plus. The minus is it’s all middle-aged naffs playing, so I won’t be having any fun. Jeez, there isn’t even a decent Internet connection around, so I’m typing this in Word and pasting it into Livejournal later. If I ever end up working in a cramped cubicle somewhere, remind me to shoot myself, thanks.

On the bright side, I am now the girlfriend of a Sex God.

On the brighter side, I’m auditioning for the Canadian College of Performing Arts today at one. Wish me luck! Wait, no, don’t wish me luck. I know all you Producer buffs know why…

“It’s bad luck to say ‘good luck’ on opening night! Once it’s said, you are dead!”

“What do I say, I beg?”

“What you say is ‘break a leg’!”

Hahahahahahaha… oh boy. You know you need to get out more when…

I feel terribly out of place here. I was in the cafeteria line, and all the naffs were staring at me. Haha, laugh on, naffypants. I’m just glad I’m still full of youthosity and in tip-top snogging condition. Which I’m sure some of you are vair vair thankful for.

Is it a bad thing that I think my dad’s a naff?

You know what would suck? Running out of things to write about, because there’s nothing else to do until noon, which is an hour-and-a-half away. Fut.

Seriously though, I don’t know what the eff to write about anymore. I’m just going to ramble on like I usually do about nothing in particular. I dislike having writer’s block vair much so.

So I was speaking on behalf of Garibaldi’s theatre and arts dept. at a district-wide presentation for all the little grade sevens and their annoying parents. I completely forgot about the whole thing until our principal, Mr. Frend (yes, his name is Mr. Frend), called me around six thirty to ask me if I needed at ride. Go me. Anyways, I rush out the door, all my dance clothes still on underneath my jeans and sweater (side note: never wear skinny jeans with ballet tights and bodysuit underneath. It isn’t the most comfortable I’ve been), and rush out to this stupid conference. Man, I thought it’d be easy, being a pro public speaker in grades six and seven, but it certainly wasn’t the case. I stood up there with my foot in my mouth for three-and-a-half minutes! It wasn’t fun. The only adjectives I could vomit up were “awesome” and “amazing.” I think I used the word “chill” at one point in my speech. Thoroughly embarrassing. At the end I remember saying, “And I’m totally rambling now, so…” Wow, I am the biggest dork I know. Apart from Drew, but that’s the only exception XD. Next time the principal asks me to make the school look good, I am saying no, and not just for my well-being, but for the reputation of the school. Nobody wants their kids going to a meth and gang-fighting school anyways!

Right. It is now… 10:34. That last paragraph took me five minutes to write. What the hell am I supposed to do for the next five minutes that drag by?! As soon as I get my license back, I am so taking hostage of the truck.

Oh yeah, by the way, I got my license suspended for three months. Ahahahahaha… ha?

It was because of that speeding ticket I got about a zillion years ago. I thought maybe the three hundred some-odd dollar fine would have been punishment enough, but nooo. After I put so much effort into getting dad to write a letter pleading for my license (“I’ll be a good girl, I swear I’ll never do it again! I need my license to feed my starving Guatemalan baby!” or something ridiculous like that), the DMV sort of shrugs, and goes, “Well, it’s a good story, but… I don’t really care. To tell you the truth, I didn’t actually even read it all. Yeah, there was really no point in writing a letter, we just like to plant false hope into the hearts of innocent teenage girls. It’s more fun that way! Oh, and we’re also making you pay $130.00 to get it back afterwards. I love my job.”

I hate the DMV. And all policemen in Maple Ridge.

PS. GET ME OUT OF THIS BUILDING! NEED… AIR…

PPS. *passes out*

"Shut up, I'll put it in your mouth!"

Tue, 06 Feb 2007 02:16:38 GMT

So Canadian Idol was pretty much a bust.

Totally got kicked out in the first round. W00t. Yeah, same judge as last year. Bitch. Haha, kidding. I guess I'm just one of the rejects, is all. At least we met a couple of really cool people there. Two guys from Smithers, BC (don't worry if you don't know where the hell that is, I don't either XD), Jesse and Danny. They are two of the raddest guys I've ever randomly met, no joke. Small town boys always are ^ ^. So we chilled with them all day from the time we got there (8:30) till the time we left (5:00). Lucky for Danny, he got a yellow ticket to the second round. Still waiting on whether or not he ever got to the celebrity round. Vair vair rad people.

After Canadian Idol I met up with Ona to go to the Barenaked Ladies concert! That was pretty much AWeSOME. I probably don't need to tell you this, but they are hilarious live. They made up an entire song, on the spot, about the bald men on their crew. Bloody fantastic. If you ever get the opportunity to see them live, take it!

The next day was pretty hectic. I was supposed to go to this ballet workshop taught by Evelyn Hart (!), but I slept in and missed my class. I woke up around 11:30 and almost died because I was so upset. Eventually (with MUCH difficulty), I got mum to drive me to Shadbolt and take the grade 5/6 class instead, which was just as excellent. I'm so glad to have had the opportunity to meet Evelyn (for those that don't know who she is, she is a famous ballerina who's travelled the world and is v. famous in the ballet world). She is much shorter in person, though. And stick thin too! My word, her little knit shorts were practically falling off of her! What a character, so many funny analogies! At the end of the day I got her to sign a poster for me, and she was so nice about it, too.

I wish I could've stuck around for the Checcetti Awards, but I had to get home to eat and do some homework before heading off to the ballet, Amadeus. It's a new one, by the Atlantic Ballet Company. My friends that went (that aren't dancers) loved it, but when I've been dancing for over ten years, it didn't quite hit the mark for me. Sure, the dancers were lovely and proffesional, but the choreography wasn't all that great, and they could've done with some more rehearsal. I guess I have to rent the movie now, since I couldn't really follow the story. The man playing Mozart had exquisite quadruple pirouettes. I am v. jealous. The stupid thing was, they had no programs! What the g? Seriously, a synopsis would've really helped.

In short, the weekend made me sore (a: because of standing and walking for eight hours b: dancing for almost two hours straight for a madwoman and c: wearing crazy-high heels to the ballet), and I didn't get much rest at all, actually. Damn!

Guess who I met today though? I'll give you a hint: he's really gorgey, and play bass for Hedley.

WTF I MET TOM FROM HEDLEY OMGZ!!!

Seriously, it was so crazy! Our songwriting class talked to him for two hours about music and the biz, like, normal conversation with the guy! By the end of it I couldn't contain my LG-ness, and had to get a picture with him and steal a hug XD. It was so funny how he just went into autograph-and-picture mode. I don't blame him. After about a million autographs, I'd be annoyed too. The best part was that I got to sing for him. Me, little small-town Maddy, got to sing for the awesomeness that is Tom. I'm betting it's the apocalypse. Anyways, so I sang one of the songs I've written, and Ryan played guitar. I couldn't get my nose out of my journal, I was so nervous. Afterwards he said it was awesome, so I was pretty ecstatic. And he's coming out to see The Latency's show tomorrow! Stead, you are one lucky man. Pretty much one of the best days so far this year.

Right, so now it's back to the real world. Can't wait to go grad dress shopping Saturday. I'm away laughing on a fast camel!

- Maddy xoxo

PS. WTF I MET TOM FROM HEDLEY OMGZ!!!
PPS. He signed my song journal XD.

"Because reason says I should've died three years ago."

Thu, 01 Feb 2007 01:04:15 GMT

It seems I stand corrected.

*punts baby*

WHAT THE FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUT?!

OK, I don't even get it anymore. Why the hell are you back, you have no more friends to go back to. Just - go AWAY.

I really don't want to leave my house today. I'm so sore everywhere ("I'm so sore from gym yesterday!" "... Who's Jim?"). Sidenote: Pervs can suck it. Anyways, my calves and thighs are killing me right now, and everywhere along my back and around my neck. And it SO doesn't help that my friend fell on three of my toes today in acting. No pointe for me for awhile! It just gets worse every class, it makes me want to crawl into a ball and hibernate. Plus, by the time I get home from dance, I don't have anymore energy to do anything but trudge to the shower, then sleep for a few hours. I hate this schedule, but hey, I dug my own grave and I can die in it. In the proverbial sense.

So I have to go to dance for an hour and fifteen, race to my singing lesson, then go back to dance for another hour and fifteen. By the end of the day I can barely stand upright. Kind of like last night. The whole class was a little on the delirious side. Huh. Drew, if you're reading this, you SO owe me a shoulder rub XP.

After the weekend of the 10th and 11th, every other Friday and Saturday is showtime! The Smallest of All is finally getting into gear! We're not going to be finished all the shows until mid-March. I think I may vomit all my organs up in that time frame, but at least I'll be nice a thin for grad! Hahahaha... har.

I'm so done with this. Can i quit life for awhile? I think my brain went on sabbatical. Merde.

- Maddy xoxo

PS. ... I don't even have anything to write here. WHAT THE SHIT?!

"I'm not yawning, I'm just saying hello to my elbow."

Tue, 30 Jan 2007 06:07:42 GMT

Guess who just met the man who co-wrote "Summer of '69"?

I'll give you a hint; she is vair silly, with a lip piercing, and most probably epilepsy.

He pwns majorly. Seriously, anyone who gets to work with Ozzy Ozzbourne is AWeSOME. He had pretty rad glasses, like mini Harry Potter-esque. Other than that, he was a pretty normal person. Maybe not everyone who works with famous people are diluted anorexic junkies. What a notion!

I heard some scary rumor that almost made me vomit a little in my mouth. I hope it is just a rumor, because it's one that circulates every year, and it never fleshes itself out. Shuttupstupidliarpants.

Other than that, pretty swell day. Grad writeup is too long, go me. It's like, TWO whole sentences, how selfish of me. Pfft. I don't think my parents are gonna do that baby picture and writeup thingy. They don't have any time. It bums me out a little, but the show must go on!

This is a stupidly short entry. My life is a tad monotonous, I have come to realize. Toodle pip, chums and chummettes.

- Maddy xoxo

PS. I just realized today it has been one month.
PPS. He's probably just as oblivious as I XD.

"We so happy, we just exchanged all your wedding gifts for cash!"

Mon, 29 Jan 2007 07:00:47 GMT

Do you know how hard it is to find free sheet music?

Vair vair hard.

Laura and I have been dying to perfrom "What I've Been Looking For," from High School Musical, and I thought since I'm having absolute zero luck with finding it on karaoke, I'll just google the sheet music and have someone play for us! Simple pimple.

Wrongo!

Maaan, just one song costs like four bucks to download. What a jyp! It's just one bloody song, could you cut us some slack? So I'm thinking I'm just going to buy the entire book. It's probably worth it. I also own the book for Avenue Q and Chicago, which is pretty rawesome. I oh so terribly want to do "The More You Ruv Someone," just because Christmas Eve is le pantalons.

Sidenote: Anyone who is not a musical buff (like moi) will have absolutely no idea what the shit I just said in that last sentence. Ignore it; you're probably better off.

So this Saturday I reunited with my ridiculously cool older cousin from the U.S. Cory is in his first year at Emily Carr, and is guitar and lead vocals for a ska band. How stupidly AWeSOME is that?! Anyone who's done a cover of "Inspector Gadget" is automatically 95% radder in my books. I haven't seen him since I was twelve, or something. Last time I saw him he had hair spiked a foot tall, and jeans the size of Texas. His style is a tad more refined nowadays. Now Dana wants to marry him. I don't really know how that came to pass, so don't ask.

Sunday was a v. long day. Woke up at 9:00 to be at the studio at 10:00ish, then danced until 2:00, went to rehearsal from 2:30 to 5:30, then raced home to change and go to a voice recital from 6:30 to 8:00. Whooh! I am le pooped. I wish there were more hours in the day. Nah, I don't, because that would encourage my teachers to make dance classes longer. It wouldn't help much at all, actually. Nevermind, scratch that plan.

OK, go and look up Adventure Time on YouTube. Cutest cartoon I've ever seen. First I thought it was a joke, like Charlie the Unicorn, but then it just sort of kept going. It's an actual show, ladies and gents! Go here. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nlS15vuFUL8

I sort of don't have anything else to write about right now, other than the fact that I really should be spending this time to work on homework. Go me. G'night, mon petite pallies!

- Maddy xoxo

PS. "Attend the tale of Sweeney Todd."
PPS. "His skin was pale and his eye was odd."
PPPS. "He shaved the faces of gentlemen who never thereafter were heard of again."
PPPPS. "It could be worse, you could be in Auschwitz." XD

"I'm a sucker."

Fri, 26 Jan 2007 07:29:58 GMT

So I pretty much forgot how much of a great boyfriend Drew is.

But don't tell anyone XD.

I hate being giddy.

I giggle way too much for my own good.

OK, got that out of my system! I had to put that in words, now on to the rest of my life, which isn't so spectacular!

Well, I really should be working on my scholarship application right now (which I have a chance at winning up to $1000.00, I think) but instead I'm ranting about procrastinating on it. It's a vicious cycle, I tell you. I have to write a "short" biography about myself and my "dance goals," Sidenote: I hate the words "biography" and "goals" and will forevermore. Biographies make me chuff, and goals make me want to shoot myself. Seriously! Can't we just record it on video, or tape, or something, or be spontaneous?! Words on paper don't work for me so much. The only thing saving me from the goddamn volunteer-hour-counting monotony is my friends, and the PUFFTAGE. I don't know what I'd do without Cyndy and acting, to tell you the truth. I would probably be a vair vair depressed individual.

And who else knew that mixing raspberry yogurt and diced apples was so tasty? I sure didn't.

What exactly am I supposed to write in my community hours summary, that I am a snooty ballerina with a stick up her bottom, because I have more dance hours than I have currently lived? I do not think so, but that is what it's going to end up sounding like! I just can't add that high, no joke. The number would end up being in the thousands, and wouldn't you think the counsellors would get the idea after the ten-thousand mark? School is ridiculously dim on the dance front, and it irritates me.

Drew insists that I'm funny, but I don't believe him. I've never been funny in the past, why start now, Brain? I think I'm funny to him because a: I'm the biggest klutz in the universe and trip over my feet at every opportune moment, or b: he's just as big of a Monty Python nerd as I am. Take your pick. Possibly my face just looks really silly close-up. I wouldn't blame him, I'm sure everyone's face looks silly close-up.

Wow! I just typed those last two paragraphs for memory! Being the brilliant person I am, I pressed the wrong key, and it erased both of them, leaving me ten minutes in the hole. I hate that. So now I shall back-track and copy all the work I have done.

... OK, done.

He is such a huge lifesaver. Just an hour ago, he picked me up from dance at 9:30, and drove me home. Seriously, my own father doesn't even do that. Speak of the devil, he's still not home, for some reason. Hmm. Anywho, he does this all the time. One day he drove me to dance after being at my house, which is the courteous thing to do because it's not out of the way when he goes home. I say bye and thanks, get in the studio, open my bag, and lo and behold, I am lacking all of my dance attire. Go me. So I call dad, thinking he can get it for me for my second class, at least, but he blows me off, complaining it would "Ruin his whole evening," Sheesh. So I text Drew, commenting on the brilliant stunt I had just pulled, and he offers to go back to my house, get my dance clothes, and drop them off for me. *pacemaker* I almost fell out of my seat (well, I would've if I had a seat, which I didn't). Where the hell do they manufacture genuinely nice people anymore? Do they have to smuggle them across the border, or something? What the hell?! In short, I am eternally thankful for this, I hope you know, boy XP.

OK, I am so about to fall asleep right now. I could just close my eyes, and I'd be gone. I didn't get much last night, because of the horrid dream I was coming in and out of consciousness from. Right now we're learning about the Holocaust in English, and reading an awfully gruesome memoir from Elie Wiesel, a jewish man who survived Auschwitz, so I've had "liquidation" on my mind.

In my dream, we were all being shoved into ghettos with twelve or more strangers who deserved the same fate as myself, but Lauren was always with me, always in the same places. I had this looming sensation that we could run, but we couldn't hide from them, whoever "they" were. It was awful, always being herded from place to place, packing up essentials then just leaving them in the last place you were, bringing with you only the clothes on your back. Money and valuables were useless. Guards were everywhere, callous and cold, and we never knew when they'd shoot next, always keeping us on our toes. I kept thinking, "Why haven't you shot me yet? What use am I to you now?" but I just kept living, running and hiding, the next place always being "safer," "the last place until the war is over," but it was never over, it never ended. I calculated in my head (in the dream) that the Jewish work camps only lasted from 1933 to 1945, so by the time that amount of years had passed in the dream, I figured we'd be saved by then. We weren't, we just kept running. The only thing keeping me sane was the fact Lauren was there with me. They put guns in our hands, beginning to train us for combat. I remember Matt trying to play it dumb, so he wouldn't have to fight, but I knew if he did that he'd just be taken to the crematorium. Eventually we made it to a boat launch, where some of us were trying to escape across the ocean. I saw all my friends there, Catherine, Patty and some I didn't know, just masses of people. Cyndy was on the boat, directing us onto the vessel. Sometimes I'd turn, and it would be my dance teacher instead, or Elke, but it was always a figure of authority. We all tried to fit on the boat, and pushed off, but we ended up sinking because there was too much weight. I swam back to the boat launch, feeling the freezing cold of the glacier water, and saw a enemy guard with a vicious dog patrolling the block. I ran out onto the street, convincing him all the prisoners were somewhere else, stole his gun (which he stupidly put down) and ran back to the boat. Somehow I get on, where others weren't so lucky. When we push off, I look around, and see familiar faces, Patty made it, but not the one I was looking for. I look back to the boat launch, and standing in the front is Lauren, staring straight into me. She had not made it onto the ship. Knowing I'd never see her again, I began to sing to her, trying to relive as many memories as possible with her before we got out of earshot. She waded into the water as far as she could, just listening. Her eyes were calm, but they silently pleaded for both of our safety. I woke up shortly after that.

It's the worst feeling, knowing that is the last time you'll ever see that person again. You'll never have that indulgence again, and it hurts. It really hurts. I hope I never have to go through that dream again.

Alright, I'm going to bed. I have to wake up at 8:00 tomorrow to drive dad to the busstop. I get the truck for the weekend :D. I am so not taking advantage of it, though. I hate driving that beast. New West is a nightmare for parking, and the Ranger does not help the cause. Paul can come pick me up instead ^ ^. I'm away laughing on a v. sleepy camel.

- Maddy xoxo

PS. Maybe I should get that film project done this weekend too, non?
PPS. It is, after all, due next Monday.
PPPS. Oh merde.

"Lucky penny glued to the ground."

Mon, 22 Jan 2007 07:39:21 GMT

QUOTE EXTRAVANGANZA!

"All the answers lie in Drew's case."
- Socrates (pfft)

"... That one!"
- Justin

"I'm not yawning, I'm just saying hello to my elbow."
- Drew

"I don't even HAVE a cat!"
- Justin, Drew, Lauren and Maddy

"I'm ahead of the game."
- Russel Peters

"I have a problem with cleaning my room."
"What's that?"
"I don't like to..."
- Lauren and Maddy

"Put down the shovel, Maddy."
- Drew

"I'm the German Ethel Merman, doncha knooow!"
- Roger Dubree

"Eventually they had to eat Brave Sir Robin's minstrels... and there was much rejoicing (hooray)."
- Monty Python and the Holy Grail

"Screw Shane, screw me!"
- Shane pretending to be Maddy

"Well, Johnny Raincloud over here..."
- Drew

"We're on a briiidge, Charlie!"
- Charlie the Unicorn's deranged unicorn friend

"Somebody needs a hug!"
- Whose Line Is It Anyway, adapted by Lauren and Maddy

"FOR SHIZ!"
- Kaleigh Mitchell

"FUCK THE ORANGE KEY!"
- Cam

OK, had to get that out of my system. Thank you for cooperation.

Another one lost to 18-year-old-ville. Shane, we knew you well. Happy belated all the same XD.

- Maddy xoxo

PS. I GOT ACCEPTED TO CAPILANO!
PPS. BAHAHAHAHAAA!! WHOO!!!

"The heart was made to be broken."

Sat, 13 Jan 2007 09:40:36 GMT

- Oscar Wilde

The quote, that is, which is on the back of my new shirt, which I got at BODYWORLDS!

OMG, the exhibit was more than I could have ever imagined. "The exhibit consists of “plastinated” human bodies - the process that can select different tissues for preservation so that instead of only the skeletal system, you can see the veins, the musculature, etc," and they were all pretty accurately posed. I'll make a list of all the different bodies that were there, just because I want to remember:

1. The hurdle jumper - Pretty self-explanatory. The cool thing was, he was completely suspended in mid-air, with only a part of his right leg in contact with the hurdle.

2. The javelin thrower - Reared back, just before the throw, left foot pointed, right leg in a lunge (wow, I've had to retype the word "lunge" so much, it's lost all meaning to me).

3. The man holding all his skin - The only one in a glass case, actually. If you looked close enough, you could actually see the tiny hairs and wrinkles on his skin.

4. The prayer - This one, so it explained, was a memorial to all the Christians who donated their bodies to the project. It's posed kneeling, resting on a wooden cross, holding a human heart in its hands.

5. The goalkeeper - A soccer goalie making a dive for the ball, the only thing in contact with the ground being the hands on the ball, which was neat.

6. The male dancer - It's supposed to be a ballet dancer en pointe, but the thing is, males can't dance en pointe, plus, one of his feet were in three-quarter pointe, which defeats the whole purpose of him being "on point," which is how they so crudely misspelled it. The other foot was badly sickled, which bothered me a lot. His upper body posture was exquisite, nontheless.

7. The male gymnast - In straddle splits, each foot balanced on a wooden ball, with one hand in front on another wooden ball, while the other hand is over his head balancing all of his internal organs on it.

8. The thinker - A man standing at a podium in a thinking position, with another human head lying on the podium. He is sort of crouched over it, contemplating something (only slightly morbid). This one had all of its nervous system (including the creepy head) filled in red, making for a very strange, veiny, visual effect.

9. The female gymast - A woman in a bridge on a balance beam, one foot pointed to the knee, other leg stretched out straight. Probably the most beautiful poses of the entire exhibit, soley for its difficulty. All of her hair was still intact as well, held away from her face by bobby pins.

10. The partner dancers - One man kneeling with the right leg up, while holding a woman that is balanced on his leg. You could tell the body they used was old, because they pushed back the muscle and sinew to display all of her joint replacements (hip, knee, forearm plates).

11. The female dancer - A simple pose of a woman kneeling, one leg up en pointe, with her arms stretched back, chest out.

12. The lovers' embrace - This one made me smile. Somehow a man was in a sitting position, while a woman was kneeling on his thighs, their arms around eachother (aww). They were actually looking into eachother's eyes, which was sweet, in a slightly twisted, demonic sort of way.

13. The skateboarder - Everyone's probably seen this one somewhere in the paper. It's the one of the man upside-down, one hand on the ground with his feet gripping a skateboard. Very cool. They showed inside his knee (which was all damaged), and the write-up explained the effects of skateboarding on your knee joints.

14. The archer - A woman sitting back on one leg, the other stretched in front. She is just to have supposedly let go of the arrow, all her shoulder muscles still tensed up, the bow still in place.

15. The trapeze artist - They did this one with her hanging upside-down on a bar, holding a ball, and a mirror underneath her, which showed all of the internal organs without having to bend over backwards to see it all.

16. The peddlar - Just a woman in an upside-down position, leaning on her shoulderblades, hands supporting the butt, feet peddling in the air. She was divided into three parts vertically, all separated slightly to see the inner workings.

Those are all the ones I can remember. I'm certain I've missed one, but I just can't seem to put my finger on it. I hope you can get an idea of what it was like, because it was phenomenal. Anyone who hasn't seen it yet must get tickets immediately, by order of me under penalty of abduction by aliens. It was just so surreal, like you've walked into an action movie on pause, and if you press play again they'd just all go on doing their activities as normal, finishing the hurdle, saving a goal, finishing off an assemble. Their entire figures (faces included), were very in the moment, despite the over-hanging wierd factor that you're looking at a bunch of dead bodies donated to science, but I ended up brushing that feeling aside so I could take as many mental pictures as possible. Well worth the money and the wait, belive me.

Alas, it is now after 1:30 in the morning, and I have a long day ahead of me tomorrow, so I shall leave you on that thought, and that order! I'm away laughing on a fast camel!

- Maddy xoxo

PS. HAPPY BIRTHDAY JUSTIN!
PPS. We love you!
PPPS. A lot!

"It's a magical leopluradon, Chaaarrrllliiieee."

Wed, 10 Jan 2007 23:03:20 GMT

HOLY SNOWFALLS, BATMAN.

So you remember that time when I was, like, really excited to see BODYWORLDS at Science World? Well, that didn't quite launch into action because mother nature hates our Bio 12 class, apparently. Stupid snow! Why couldn't you wait one more stupid day, for chrissake?! I was stuck at school with no supplies, because I thought I was going on a rad field trip, but nooo, instead we get to stay, because the roads are just too treacherous for our school busses, even though there is zero snowfall in downtown Vancouver. Yeesh. And of course we don't get sent home either, because a whole foot-and-a-half of snow isn't dangerous at all for the busses, nooo no no. Botton line: the school board is messed in the head, and wants to make school as painful for us as possible. Yep. I ended up just going home last block of the day, I had a study. I may have possibly ruined my suede boots. I hope Mr. Simpson (our lovely super) is happy.

But it is not all bad! Mrs. Carelse has booked Friday for us to go instead! The only fly in the ointment is that we have to be at the school by 7:55, and we don't get to watch the educational film in the IMAX theatre. Boo-urns. At least Alice and I can still count the fetuses. Oh the many fetuses! They say in California there's a plastimized horse on display. Hmm. I think I'll just stick to the perserved, dead humans, thank you vair much.

Mrs. Lacroix wants us all to go to see Blood Diamond tomorrow afternoon as a class, but I don't know if I want to go, because if I go, I won't be able to see anyone that day (hint, hint, big-fat-HINT). She's a huge fan of the movie, for some reason, I just want to see what all the hullaballoo is about.

Alright, so I have nothing else really to write about, because my life is boring. I'll probably have something

"And the strange thing, your life could end up changing while you're dancing through."

Mon, 08 Jan 2007 08:04:02 GMT

What kind of crap internal calendar did you buy?

Oy vey, it seems the age-old fantasy of dating a boy who will actually call you and make plans with you is still a perilous, ongoing search XD.

(Sidenote: If you're reading this, I'm waiting for the, "I told you so," XD. All in fun! Aheheheh... ha?)

Anyways, it's not like I've never done it before. God, it's not the greatest feeling in the world. I've forgotten an entire awards ceremony for a rather prestigous film festival. You could say I was vair upset when I got the phone call from Christy the next day. In short, it's a horrible feeling, and I don't blame him for coming in the door (after I called him and jogged his memory, oy vey) and spilling out an MSN lingo apology to me. I can't quite remember what he said, but I laughed. Hard. It was one of those things where you had to be there.

"OMFGZ sorry x a million!"

Or something ridiculous like that. *sigh* I tried. Personally I thought it was v. cute, but none of you want to know what I think half the time, especially about my lurve life. Boring old thing, anyways.

Anyways, still waiting on that letter from Capilano. I might tear all my hair out before I get it, but it will come eventually! I think so anyways, if post-secondary isn't just some big conspiracy theory to gather all young adults to one place so it's easier for the aliens from Mars to abduct us all at once. Which was my second choice. But I do really want that to come through for me, otherwise I end up being a bum for a year, then working at a fast food chain. I really don't want to do that. Ugh *shudders*.

So yeah, back to Stalag 14 tomorrow. Whoopee... thank God I finished all my homework over the holidays.

...

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

Ho boy, that was good, whoo! Seriously though, I really shouldn't have been such a slack-alice on the homework front. I'm sure I'll regret it later. For now I'm going to be excited about the field trip to BODY WORLDS! HECK YES! Dude, I'm so stoked about that trip. I mean, there's a guy holding all of his own skin. C'mon!!! My mum says it's gross, but I've always wanted to see my own anatomy. Doesn't it ever cross your mind that we work, almost, like clockwork right under our noses (so to speak)? We don't even realize what our bodies are doing half the time, so we just accept it. How come our minds force us to have feelings and be individuals, when we're all the same underneath, really?

"Oh don't start that again!"

Yeah, not getting philisophical at 11:30 in the night. It's a school night. I need to worry about the little things right now, like passing Biology and English, for chrissake. I'm so behind in English, it's not even funny. I don't have that class tomorrow, so I'll have some time to work on my "Holdenesque rant," which is basically a six-page rant on whatever you want in the style of Holden Caulfield, from The Catcher In the Rye. Fantastic book, by the by.

AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH.

Sorry, just accidentally brushed my mouse pad the wrong way and erased half of my post. I stayed up until midnight for nothing, ladies and gentlemen! So, If you'll excuse me, I'm gonna go and cry myself to sleep for not going back and copying my work. Shuttupstupidpants.

Right after I assassinate Bill Gates for making the modern youth addicted to computers. Goodnight, cruel world, I'll post from the penitentiary.

- Maddy =_='

PS. I'm not even in a good enough mood to do the PS. bit!
PPS. "WHAT THE HELL IS THAT ABOUT?!"

"Or POSSIBLY... tucked in."

Fri, 05 Jan 2007 02:07:35 GMT

Ohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgod.

IT'S OVER!!!

I just got back from my Capilano audition.

It is heaven there.

I thought I'd let you know.

We learned a jazz and tap dance for the dance audition bit. Love love lurved it! I was surprised only five of us were there for the earlybird audition. I'm sure there'll be many more for the spring one. Mawr! Dancing is so much fuuuun, I've forgotten. After three months of Oliver! I'm ready to go back. Baaahhh!!!

Then we did our monologues in a private audition. Dat wasn't so bad, but not the best part. Dancing was the best part, I'll tell you that right now. Onward with the monologue! Well, they made me do it a couple of different ways, but pretty simple, not much criticism or compliment, but that's OK! It was still cool to work with a different director than Cyndy.

Then there was the singing audition (w00t!), which was uber-fantastico as well, because I got to show off my soprano opera-y voice in the song (which I've never heard of, nor have any of my friends or fam) that was vair vair pretty. I think they liked it, but he told me I should sing while lying on the floor with my feet raised. WTF? He said it would help correct the alignment of my neck and head while singing, which apparently was wrong. I don't doubt him.

I REALLY WANT IIIIINNNN! Really really really bad! It would be so perfect, driving in from New West (with my own car, of course, because dad will get me one by then *glare*) which is super-close, and getting private voice training and six hours of dance a week (which is half of what I do now, but who cares?!), and being a part of all the school's productions. I mean, we even get to do some acting for stage and screen! W00t!

Anyways, going back into Maple Ridge tonight. Won't get the letter of acceptance/ rejection until the end of the month, so everyone cross their fingers. I'm taping mine together XD. I'm away laughing on a fast camel!

- Maddy xoxo