JOHAAAAAANAAAAAA

It's gotten to that point in rehearsing for the musical where I can barely think over all the songs swirling around in my head.

I'll be having an innocent thought about how much I like pizza when all of a sudden a song lyric will pop up in my head.

I'll think, "Gee, pizza sure is delicio- SWEENEY PONDERED AND SWEENEY PLANNED! LIKE A PERFECT MACHINE HE PLANNED!"

It's sort of annoying when I'm trying to concentrate on homework and all I can think is "There you'll sample, Mrs. Lovett's meat pies! Savory and sweet pies! As you'll see!"

I'm pretty sure the next time a teacher calls on me in class I'm going to start singing 'Johanna' instead of saying the answer.

"Nina, can you answer question number five?"

"I'LL STEEEEEEEAAAL YOOOOOOOU JOHAAAAAANAAAAA!"

"Nina, are you okay?"

"I'LL STEEEEEEEAAAAL YOOOOOU!"

"Nina, stop standing on the desk."

"DO THEY THINK THAT WALLS CAN HIIIIIIIDE YOOOOOU!"

"Oh God, now she's dancing. Someone call security."

Thank You, Homework God

By some amazing fluke I managed to have no homework today.

The homework god must have looked down on me from his fortress of tortured teenage souls and said, "You know what, Nina could really use a break."

Because I didn't have any homework I was able to do all the really fun stuff I usually never have any time for, like...

Um...

What do people do when they're not doing homework?

Maybe partying?

Yeah, I went out and partied all day and all night because I totally do stuff like that.

All the time.

Totally.

Bowling for Pizza

Pizza is amazing.

I'm not sure how, but somehow Americans took traditional Italian pizza and created this delicious combination of grease, dough, cheese, and your topping of choice.

Even awful pizza is still amazing (except for maybe cafeteria pizza, I'm pretty sure they're serving us prison food). 

Pizza, man.

Just... Pizza.

On another note, I went bowling for my brother's birthday party, and apparently I am actually competent at bowling, because I scored over 100 points and I'm pretty sure that's considered good, but then again my knowledge of sports is about equal to my knowledge of open heart surgery, which is to say, none. 

Seriously, you don't want me playing any sports just as much as you don't want me preforming open heart surgery.

And now that that analogy was overused, it's probably time for me to catch up on the newest episode of Welcome to Nightvale, so bye!

Us and the Stars

And here we have another installment of Short Story Fridays!:

It was one of those old, tacky vans with the wood paneling on the sides. The light turquoise paint was mostly chipped off and it only had one wheel. Vines crept up the sides, mixing metal with vibrant green nature. Putting it plainly, the car was a wreck.

So of course it was exactly where Jamie would be.

The front door on the right side of the van was missing. Cautiously, I peered inside. She had really out done herself with this one. All of the seats had been removed and red gauzy clothe hung from the ceiling, beads and beanbags scattered all over the stained floor. It felt warm.

Jamie herself was curled in a ball on one of the beanbags, which was piled high with blankets and pillows of all shapes and sizes. “Jamie?” I said softly, stepping into the van. I had to stoop not to hit my head on the low ceiling.

“Go away, Ian,” she sniffed, burrowing deeper into her fortress of blankets.

I walked closer and sat down next to her on the floor. “You have to go back and talk to your mom, Jamie.”

“No.”

“Hey, no pouting,” I said, poking her arm.

“I’m not pouting,” she said, turning her head to face me. Her eyes looked red and watery, and dried tear tracks made two vertical lines down her face.

“Look, just go back and talk to her, she only wants to-“

“Why can’t she just talk to me herself? Why do you always have to come here for her?” Jamie blurted out.

“Because she doesn’t know how to find you,” I said, giving her my best cheeky grin.

Her eyes softened just a little. “I’ll go back and talk to her in a little bit,” she said, “I just need some time.”

“Okay,” I said, resting my head against the side of the beanbag. We sat there like that for a long time, just her and me and our own thoughts, until the sky turned orange and then purple and then black, and then it was just us and the stars. 

Pep

So, pep rallies.

My school's homecoming game is coming up, so of course there was an accompanying school-wide pep rally.

This basically involves a lot of cheering, or sarcastic cheering, or even ironic cheering depending on what social circles you're in. 

I'm a member of Team Sarcastic Cheering, which means eye rolling and the occasional "Yay. Go team." 

Not that I mind pep rallies. They make classes shorter and I'd much rather be sarcastically clapping  for our mascot, Richie the rocket (who looks suspiciously like a giant yellow crayon), than be in math trying to decipher Sine and Cosine. 

The joys of being a high schooler. 

Lunatics

So PSATs were today.

The joys of being a high school student, amirite?

Luckily I got to vent out my inner frustration at the ridiculousness of standardized tests by being a lunatic during drama rehearsal.

There's an insane asylum in Sweeney Todd (no spoilers as to how or why it is there!) and basically everyone in the ensemble gets to be a complete and total crazy person.

I mean, I'm a crazy person usually, but I guess I just got to let my true colors shine a little brighter.

True colors meaning twitching and giggling and muttering, but you know, just expressing myself.

It's totally normal for people to talk to themselves on a normal basis, right? RIGHT?

Yes, of course, Nina.

Thank you, Nina, for agreeing with me!

No problem, Nina!

Chipotle Is My Life

I had Chipotle today!!! This automatically means everything is wonderful and awesome. Like seriously, burritos must have magical healing powers because no matter how bad my day was, Chipotle always makes it better.

Thanks, Chipotle. You're a good friend.

In other news...

I should probably do something with my life so that I have other news to tell.

Yah.

So.

Nice weather we're having.

A little chilly.

Yah.

That's my cue to go back on tumblr.

Bye now.