I figured that since I'm done with school for the day, that I'd fill you in with all the details I never mentioned earlier today. There are a lot of them.
I finished Avenue Q and The Diary of Anne Frank at the Rhode this year. Both shows were really fun to work on. Anne Frank... very dramatic, while Ave Q was such a pleasure. The company president is even thinking of re-electing me as Volunteer of the Year! I really hope I get it again, because, not to boast, but I really think I deserve it. I'm sure other people are capable of carrying their weight, but I don't see anyone busting their asses as hard as I am mine. When I'm working a show, I'm at the theater 7 days a week, regardless of the rehearsal schedule.
Blogger not having a tab function is making me very angry. My Lit teacher is nominating me for the Mayor's Youth Commission award again, which was such a joy to have this past year. I'd love to do it again.
I don't remember the last time I wrote to you, so I guess I'll almost take this as a fresh start. I'm 14, soon to be 15, and I'm a freshman in high school. I'm my class president. I have a little sister that I'm sure you probably know about, and I have a pet leopard gecko. He's the coolest kid in town. I'm working on training him to drive a little red car, but I need to make said car first. I'm Captain Kirk, searching for a Spock. Did I mention I'm a Star Trek (TOS) junkie? I try not to get too into it around my friends because I'm sure they think it's weird, but at least I'm not obsessed with Desperate Housewives or Jersey Shore, etc. My favorite animal is a moose, my favorite color is green (you wouldn't know with my bedroom theme, however), and my favorite food is caesar salad. Lame, I know. I don't have too many friends, 4 quarters instead of 100 pennies. I want to be a big time stage manager and a train conductor when I retire. The whole idea of having your whole life planned out by the time you're 10 really frustrates me, but that's a later post.
Back to the topic of friends, it's getting harder and harder to determine who is and is not on my side. I'm an independent thinker and I function better when I'm alone or in a small group, but some people just can't grasp that idea. I understand that I serve as the "parent" of my friend group, the one that most everyone comes to when they have a problem. I love taking this role among my friends and peers, but sometimes, I need someone to listen to me. Apparently that's too much to ask for. I digress.
For the longest time, I had my eye on this boy that everyone at school dubs as "That 70's kid." I personally kinda like the name, it fits him well. He's such a gentleman and he's really sweet, he also has a smile that lights up the whole room. This boy is pretty reserved, but I can tell he really opens up when he's with his friends/bandmates. Yes, he's in a band. He's a senior, so odds are, things wouldn't work out. I kinda gave up on my dream of having That 70's kid as significant other. I don't think he'd go for a girl like me. I have my eye on a different guy now, a sophomore, very sweet and outgoing. Again, he's a bit reserved, which isn't bad at all, but he's really cool with his friends. I like to think, or I try to think, of myself as his friend. Of course, he could go on without me, which I'm about 100% sure he will, but he just seems like the kind of guy that I could get to know and love. He's also pretty athletic, a term I try to think of myself as too. My plus size figure would say otherwise.
To pause for a moment on the topic of size, I'm growing, but not so much changing. My pants are becoming too big, which I don't mind at all. I just had to go buy smaller belts because my last one ran out of holes (the buckle conveniently broke too). I've lost weight since I went to the doctor a few months ago, which is good, but I can't see the change in myself. That's the most frustrating part to me. I spent the past month living like I was the poster child for good health. Exercising regularly, eating healthily, yet there's been quite literally no change in myself. My good habits are starting to fall apart, I'm working my hardest to pull myself back together. I feel like I'm doing better. In all honestly, I still wish that I could be as skinny as my friends. I'd love for my boyfriend (ha!) or husband (HA!) to be able to sweep me off my feet, but with my lack of progress, that stereotypical dream is fading, and doing so quickly.
No more for tonight.