Happy 100th post to all you spambots clogging my inbox with comment notifications

So. Hi. *awkward wave*

I just logged in for the first time and months. And guys, I got 12 page views yesterday. I haven't blogged in a flipping year. I am so confused right now. Do people on the internet just not have lives and check back just in case I've actually posted something. Even thought it's been a flipping year?! And I am not being hypocritical in this at all. Not one bit. I do not spend hours of my life on Tumblr. Or Pinterest. What?


Well I have been getting notifications of spam comments, so maybe it's from that. Probably. People are cooler than me and wouldn't stalk my long dead blog.
Huh. Well in that case, gather round my wonderful spambots, I am about to continue my usual rambling.

The reason I have decided to make a post, even though the shame of not blogging for a year is nearly intolerable, is because when I logged back into today out of sheer boredom and curiosity, I noticed that I had 99 posts.

Are you kidding me?

I couldn't have blogged once more and made it an even hundred. If any of my real people followers ever stumble across this post, I'm sure you've noticed I'm quite OCD and the fact that I only had 99 post would haunt me through the eternities. 99. One of the worst numbers ever. It has all the enormity of 100, without the guts to just finish.

Ahem, as per usual I have no idea what I'm talking about at this point.

The other reason I am blogging today is because as the highly responsible, totally not impulsive (and not sarcastic at all) person that I am, I have decided that I want to try blogging again.

So I am going to get cheers, an indifferent silence, or several handful of rotten tomatoes and other projectiles that are past their expiration dates to accompany the boos and hisses that I deserve after being gone an entire year? It's okay, I'll understand if I shall ever be a laughing stock in the blogging community.

And if I don't get laughed out, thoughts on perhaps moving to a new blog. Ya know, new start and all. I'd still keep this one around so you could all still read the old posts and stuff. Plus dorksideoftheforce was from forever ago and I want to come up with something new and equally childish is slightly juvenile.

Well this has been a delightfully boring post. There is no way I'm not going to get laughed out.

EDIT: How in the name of all that is holy DID I GAIN FOLLOWERS?!?! Why? I never understood why I gained followers when I actually blogged. I... I love you people.

Commencing Nonsense Transmission

WARNING: the following post will probably have no logical point to it.

Today I got a 5 hour nap. Isn't that just fantastic? Well, it's fantastic until it's 2 in the morning and you're not even remotely tired. Which is why I'm up writing a probably pretty random confusing blog post.

First off, pretty sure most of you are sitting on the edges of your seats wondering how call-backs for Les Miserables went (well, I can pretend people in the Internet care that much about my life when most of you are probably just waiting for me to inevitably [ha totally spelled that right on the first try] say something stupid to make you laugh like I always do)

I have mixed feelings about call-backs. For one, that day I ended up completely losing my voice and felt like I sounded pretty retarded at auditions. But on the other hand I learned today that I made it into ensemble (which is what I was going for), so I must not have sounded all that bad.

But lemme tell ya, the wait after auditions is soooo much more nerve racking than the auditions themselves. Because you have to sit there for days on end, torturing yourself with high hopes and an almost positive knowledge that you failed miserably. It's quite awful, but yet we theatre people seem to enjoy it for some reason. Now how does that work exactly? Don't ask me. I was never one to understand the way my own brain worked.

So yeah, practices should start this week. Super excited to be involved in a play instead if just watching my friends do it. I'm not sure what it is, but I just love being on the stage. It's my favorite place in the whole school. Something about being there puts my mind at ease, and I'm thrilled to finally feel like I actually belong there.

In other news, breaks have an odd effect on my creativity. You'd think I'd go crazy with all the things I want to do, but no, for some reason all the energy just leaves me and I spend the entire time sitting on my butt eating chocolate and watching episodes of Castle (fantastic TV show btw).

So this week I've gotten just about nothing done whatsoever, and I'm perfectly okay with that for once in my life. I've been running on close to nothing in my tank since before Christmas and i think I deserved a week to do nothing but probably gain some weight and anxiously wait for the cast list to be posted.

How was your week? Were you actually productive unlike a certain someone who should not be allowed to blog after midnight?

Les Miserables

Well first off I hope you noticed the shiny new template. Isn't it so bright and shiny and just begging for some Spring weather? I thought so. Which just figures, because outside is currently in a rather awful blizzard sort of state. I personally think it shouldn't be allowed to snow after February, but since when did anyone listen to my opinion on these things?

Ah well, today is still a rather fantastic day. In the first place, I got a very nice sweater from my best friend that is very warm. Secondly, I'm just about to make some tea.

*Puts the tea pot on to boil*

And now that I have that taken care of, thirdly, I made call-backs for the Les Miserables audition!

Waiting for my turn in the hallway, as they were closed auditions, was hilarious. There were about 50ish people waiting to try out, all nervous in some degree. A lot of people were practicing their audition songs, some were trying and failing at not freaking out, and most were acting extremely hyper and retarded (and I mean that as a good thing) to burn off energy. I just love theatre. It's always such a crazy party.

The audition itself went pretty well. Our duet went very smoothly. We remembered to project and managed to get the right note at the end, which is the one we kept messing up. The director asked us to each sing Twinkle Twinkle Little Star so she could also hear our voices separately. That was hilarious, because I managed to forget the words! I mean really, who forgets the words to Twinkle Twinkle Little Star? Ah well, I refuse to be too embarrassed, as it was my first audition.

We both still managed to impress her though, as we made the call-backs. Plus I learned that I can go a full octave higher than I thought I could when they tested my range. All in all a fantastic experience.

The real news shall be tomorrow after the final judgement day call-backs.

I think almost dying counts as a 'Get out of jail free' card

On a scale of 1 to plague, I had the plague.

Some of you may know that my life is a delicately balanced thing. I cram so many different creative things in, plus a social life, and a 4.0 GPA. Sometimes it's all I can do not to pass out half way through the day.

Well, a while ago I had a pretty big group project for one of my classes. All was well, everyone had their assignments. Ha. Haha. My previous delusions are amusing. Anyway, my group pretty much ditched me with everything at the last minute, so I had to stay up until 4:30-5:00 in the morning to finish the project by myself. Because for me, no amount of sleep is worth my 4.0. A little obsessive? Perhaps, but that's me for you.

Unfortunately getting about an hour of sleep puts your immune system on shut down mode. And just about everyone of my friends had some sort of illness. The result? I caught them all. Yes, I had a fever, aches, a huge migraine, chills, a stuffed up nose, a nasty sore throat, and probably a few other things I've forgotten. AND on top of all of this, for several reasons I practically refuse to take meds for just about anything. So I literally felt like I was going to die before I broke down and took some IBProfen.

Remember my delicately balanced life I mentioned earlier? Well that was like dropping an elephant, a school bus, and a nuclear bomb on one side of my scale. It's taken some serious scrambling and sheer luck to get on top of things again without totally losing what little sanity I've been saving up for just such an occasion.

Yeah, this made it really hard to do anything fun for a long while. But hey, I still have a 4.0 and I managed not to blow up at any of my friends from the stress, so I'll count my blessings here.

But now I'm finally over all that! I've been sewing, I'm going to the Dancesport Nationals next week, and I'm trying out for Les Miserables tomorrow. So I'm getting even more busy with fun stuff! Wish me luck! I'll be sure to share how the tryouts go, because they should be freaking awesome (I get to sing "I'll Make a Man Out of You" from Mulan as duet with my best friend :D)

In other news, I've had pizza just about everyday this week, and I'm still losing weight. That ladies and gents, takes some freaking talent. Yeah... don't ask where I was going with that....

The cone of shame

You'll have to excuse the quality of this post. I'm quite out of practice. Well, either that or I'm just crazy, but either way you have my apologies.


Well, there I was. Going about my daily life when one of my great bloggy friends stopped by this forgotten wasteland of a blog that was once awesome to remind me that it had in fact been three entire months since I had posted. Three entire months! The shame of it!

You see, back in October or so I had a really crazy stretch of insanity and stress, so I decided that unfortunately blogging had to go on the back burner for a least a little while. One crazy week lead to another stress-filled one, and soon enough blogging went into that part of the brain where your new years resolutions go a few weeks into February.

But thanks to Pixie Needle I'm back to rule the blogosphere once again!

Now, I'm not going to give a complete or coherent summery of what I've been doing over the last three months, because it would take forever, and if you've been following this blog for any amount of time you'll know I can't manage to be coherent very often. I'll probably give some updates on say my sewing ventures of the past few months (the sad few) but not on the general craziness of life.

Also, I'm probably going to stick to posting on the weekends for now, because life is still crazy and I can't guarantee I'll be able to post more than that.

And I'm pretty sure this place needs an overhaul, cause it's quite dusty around here and it's almost time for Spring cleaning anyway (well, not really. But I keep telling myself that if I hope for Spring enough it'll come earlier)

On another note, I apologize for being a bad follower, but there is no way I'm getting caught up on everything I missed in the past three months. That would be absolute madness, and I like to save my madness for special occasions. And 3 a.m. And whenever else I feel like it. Which is not this time.

And now for you viewing pleasure, a visual representation of how I feel about ditching for three months.

My feeling towards blogging right now

In which I report on things and decide to prioritize my priorities

Instead of doing the cleaning that I really should be doing, I just read over my BFS list (for those of you who are new or don't remember what that is, click on the link. No seriously, you won't understand most of this post otherwise.)

And it was both exciting and frightening. Mostly frightening. 

It was exciting because I've actually done some stuff of the resolution part of the list (aka the icky stuff.) 

I got on top of my school stuff. This is going well enough that I consider this item crossed off. Other than that, I haven't really finished anything exactly. I've improved in everything but a better sleep schedule (good sleep or good grades I suppose), but I still have a lot of work to do on these.

Now, the BFS part (aka the fun stuff) is not going so well.
Seriously, I can't honestly say that I've done anything on this list. I've read half the books I wanted to. I haven't even started my afgan or my novel (On that note, NaNo is getting alarmingly close). Etc etc.

I do feel kinda bad that I haven't gotten to these things, but I'm actually not guilt tripping myself about it like I usually do. I feel like my priorities have changed a bit during the past few months.
Actually my new priority is to prioritize. Last school year I had a lot of time on my hands, so I could just about everything I wanted to. This year is a bit different. My free time, what little I have, must be budgeted carefully.
The things on my list aren't really important any more. My new goals are to actually do the simple things. I want to crochet. I don't need to make an entire afgan this year. I just want to write. I don't need to finish a novel. I want to make time to read. I don't need to read a certain number of books.

And there you have it. My long over-due update on the BFS list.

In other news, I have a Shakira song stuck in my head on loop, and if I don't get something else instead soon, I think I will be forced to stab myself in the head with a spork.

Remind me what I was apologizing for again?

I just spent way too much time procrastinating on some English homework I need to finish by Monday. I was reading blogs. I procrastinated so long I'm pretty sure my eyeballs could fall out any second from staring at the computer screen so long. Yes, I still mutter about why I need glasses.

Also, don't you think slightly really stale cinnamon rolls are the most wonderful things ever? You know as you eat them that you are having more sugary goodness than is strictly awesome for trying to lose weight without actually eating something that is really worth that sacrifice. Plus you have to try to type your blog post with one hand. Which takes a while. (Bwa ha ha ha. Time I actually have right now. Fall break FOR THE WIN!!!)
If you haven't guessed already, my brain to finger filter is not really working

But on to the point that I'm sure the title is hinting at. It's been a bit over a week since I posted last, and as I signed into blogger today, this made me feel guilty again. Not only has it been 10 whole bajillion days since I posted, it's been about 10 bazillion (which is a lot more than 10 bajillion, in case you were wondering) weeks since I've posted regularly, or about interesting things. This made me feel even more guilty, so I read other blogs instead of posting. Which is usually what happens when I post lately. I feel guilty, go read blogs, come back and write an apologetic and probably slightly boring post.

But sometime during a hilarious story about cake I decided to stop feeling bad about it. Because honestly, no matter how hilarious and awesome and inspiring and.... etc. the bloggy world can be, the 'real' world is more important. The homework that has been slightly overwhelming this year is more important. The new awesome friends I have are more important. Getting more than three hours of sleep is more important. And having time to sit for five minutes and let my brain unwind is more important. I don't think I should apologize for that any more.

I'm sure this post is incredibly enjoyable for my readers, because I just told you you aren't at the top of my priority list. But trust me, this is actually good news for you too.

I don't promise any sort of blogging schedule, cause I know I can't stick to one right now, but I do promise that no matter how long I disappear for, I'll make an awesome and worthwhile post, instead of apologizing again and again and again.

Yeah.... so with that I'm going to go eat another cinnamon roll, squint at my computer screen, and mutter things about nonsense.