My speculation that I'm happiest when I'm busy was affirmed today when I set about doing various chores around town: signing out of high school, signing into college courses, purchasing a parking permit, cashing checks (and snapping necks), and paying overdue library fees. I felt like a capable person completing all these tasks in a somewhat timely fashion. What sucked was going home and having nothing to do afterwards, so I just watched some Arrested Development and slept... and then took a stab at jogging, failed miserably, walked home, and slept again. My grandparents are here from Baltimore to see me graduate. My aunt's flying in from Hawaii later tonight. Looks like the gang's all here.
Which Bluth (^^Arrested Development: ingeniously hilarious show) would you be? A Facebook quiz said I would be Michael, but more realistically I think I would be Tobias or Maeby, and I think I would make a good Mrs. Bluth acting-wise. Mrs. Bluth both looks and acts like my real mom. It's a little weird.
Graduation this Friday... scary freaking thought. Not scary scary, but anticipatory scary. I'm a friggin' high school graduate! Awesome. Not to mention Actor's Academy starts in less than a week. We're going to be putting on Julius Caesar. Auditions are this Saturday, the day after I graduate. Essentially, about 20 girls are all going to be competing for the role of Portia, because I can't really think of any other female role in Caesar, unless we're doing some edgy role reversal. Viva la edgy role reversal!
Crap. I handed my yearbook to my grandma only moments after remembering that I wrote all sorts of mean things about my classmates in it. The most commonly used words are "bitch" and "D-bag." If she asks, I'll blame it on a rascally peer.
Cool stuff going on in the land of Whittier. They sent me an actual BOOK in the mail; it's my Summer reading requirement. Pretty sweet that they sent me a free copy. The book is called Tropic Of Orange by Karen Tei Yamashita. I was planning to do some reading over the Summer anyway; it's awesome that now I have an objective.
When I typed "Tropic of Orange" into the Google search engine I mostly got pictures of orange juice cartons.
Herrrrm. I was supposed to spend today with a group of friends in San Diego, then Balboa Park, then laser tag, then Blockbuster's then a sleepover. Couldn't go because my family's only coming, y'know, from the other side of the continent. No biggie.
It's a little funny how Sarah's trying to make nice with me in front of my relatives. I ain't having none of that. She's a heinous bitch to me otherwise, so I don't have any reason to play along. I'm on an official strike from her food. It's almost a sin how easy this strike is, seeing as everything she cooks smells and tastes like skunk entrails.
I think I'm going to get back into jogging. I'll be honest, I'm a little worried about the "Freshman 15," or 10, or whatever it is. I can't afford to gain weight! So this Summer, I plan to do the OPPOSITE of what I did last Summer. Let the games begin!
I'll close with another thought I had today. Could a hummingbird kill you? Those things are moving so fast, and at that speed their needle-like beaks could probably do some major damage. They could gouge your eyes out, no question. Could one actually stab you though? Like puncture through the sternum and stab your heart? I bet you anything they could. My sisters were telling me about how a hummingbird once got into our house and holed up in the bathroom because the lights were on. My sister says she turned the lights off and the thing hissed at her. Or, well, not exactly hissed, but its buzzing went from light to sinister and threatening. Scary thought.
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