Update

I'm a slacker. Here's the wuurd.

My papa has a job now! Blessings come in odd ways, just keep waiting for them.

Kentucky Cycle is over. I never have to kiss a certain man again. I love acting.



I am employed again! Clear Creek.

I went to Prom. It was delightful.

I'm the new Secretary for the Drama Club 2012-13!

I like dating.

Whoops.

First of all, before I explain anything, I must give you advise.
Go see The Drousy Chaperone at the Hale while you can. It's a wonderful comedy/musical. I loved it.
I cried.
Go see it.

now for what you actually wanted

If you talk to me at school, and we talk about my scene, you often will hear me complaining about how I have nothing to do with it anymore. I have learned my French perfectly. I know my objectives and tactics. I 'know' my character. I have done everything I could for this scene.

that is completely a lie

You see, I spent so much time on the broad picture of my scene, that I don't truly know who I am. Yes, I am Katharine. Yes, I am a princess. Yes, I am French. That's just what goes through my mind each time I think of who I am. Punk. No. That is not okay. I spent more time in the books, and on the internet trying to figure out who Katharine was, that I didn't know who's life I'm going to borrow and be.

While, I know I am Katharine, princess of France, I am so much more. I am a normal human be'an with just a few more responsibilties than most. I have been courted by old men. No big deal, right? Sure. I am just a girl. I am a girl who is still learning how to rule a country, a girl just discovering how to love.

Those books that I got, didn't teach me that.

wait, there's more

This is where I've made my biggest blunders. Seriously. I spent so much time thinking about myself, that I totally thought he wouldn't be bothered by a thing. I was thinking of convincing Shelley to give me back my big shpeal. If we did that, I would have to do something, I would probably thoroughly regret. (cooties, my friends.) I didn't care. I wanted my line. No big deal, right? Wrong. It took a question that wasn't directed at me to realize that I just don't have the bigger picture. Was I willing to do something I regret, for just one line? No way. Not anymore. Because this scene is so much more than me.

It's kind of like if God gives us a commandment, and we all think it is ridiculous. That there is no point to it, but we don't know the big picture. Punks, guys, just ask! You'll find out.

My friends, just... learn to love Shakespeare. You'll love it a lot. I'm not kidding.

Read the scriptures. Pray about them. You will know that they are true.

The end.

Let's all dance 'round the mulberry bush.

Today may have been the greatest day since school started.
For me, at least.
It started awfully early. 2:45 a.m. to be exact.

Why on earth would I do that to myself?

Well, quite frankly, whenever I have rehearsal, I wake up at two, thinking it is actually five.
No, sub-conscience. It's not.

Wearing all my clothes, barely beginning to curl my hair and put on make up, I realize that it is actually barely three in the morning. Oh, dear.

I kick my shoes off, turn off my light and literally jump into bed.
Don't want the creepy monster under my bed to eat me. No big deal!

The next time I would wake up, all my clothes were on, and I was practicly ready for the day.
Except for my face.
And my hair.
And my teeth.
Oh, bed breath. GROSS

Let me tell you, my friends, having Shakespeare to start off your day, or having anything you truly love, start off your day is a little cup of sunshine. Everything works well from there. I promise.

Nick is an acting machine. He is so good and I am glad that I am in this scene with him.

I love hot chocolate.

We drew pictures in English and spoke in Spanish in ... Spanish Class.
That's not much of a shock, is it?

Drama 3 was more entertaining than I thought it would be. We watched a documentary of Shakespeare's life, and with Evan's comments about Harry Potter, I thought I was going to sufficate of laughter and joy.

Olivia plays the uke. Be jealous and in awe of her mad skill.

Guys... I still don't know what 'nodules' mean. Don't judge me.

The Indepence Declaration is intense and kind of back-stabby. I like it.

I come home after a trip to Purple Turtle to see the flirtatious waiter, and I check facebook.
TEENAGER.
I check my messages, and Emilee received my letters.

Today is not a bad day.
Today is a marvelous day that brings me fervent joy and I love it truly.
So.
Much