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I don't know if anyone at all follows this old blog, but I shall post the news here just in case: I have started a new blog! So follow me on over there and join the blog-warming party! We have hot Chocolate!

The Big Move

I write this from Texas. I have officially moved here, and shall be here for the next six months, helping Jared and Ashlee with the triplets.

Right now, the baby girls are asleep and the adults are doing whatever we please, as long as it isn't loud enough to wake them. It took two days of driving, and one day of flying to get here, plus all the other days of packing and unpacking in between. I'm in the smallest room (I really don't mind, I don't need a lot of space) right next to the girls' room, and just down the landing from a tiny bathroom. I have an inordinately large bed, an incredibly large dresser, another shorter, but still large bedside dresser, and almost no floor to be seen beneath it all. Also included: one closet, complete with seven pairs of shoes, seven hangers, and thirty four books.

Really, that is all I can think of to post right now.

Mah Birthday

I've put off writing about my birthday this long because I didn't want to take the time to write a big long post. Anyway, here it finally is.

A few weeks before my birthday I had a bit of a pout party. I was upset that I had managed to reach adulthood without once being thrown a surprise party. Childish, I know. But so it was. When my mom pointed out that I hadn't actually turned eighteen yet, and that it was still possible that I could get a surprise birthday party, I basically told her that I knew I wouldn't be getting one because only she and dad knew how much I wanted one and neither of them was creative or sneaky enough to pull one off. Whereupon, she admitted that they had actually been planning a surprise party, but now that I knew about it, obviously, it couldn't happen. Of course, that didn't improve my mood much. It seemed I had spoiled my one chance for a surprise party.

So, expecting that this birthday would be my most boring birthday yet (no party, surprise or otherwise, no presents -- Mom forgot to order them until a few days before, and even then I ended up actually doing the ordering), I stayed up the night before, just satisfied with the knowledge that I would be allowed to sleep in the next day.

But, it was not to be. At half past eight the next morning, my brother called to tell my Happy Birthday and talk over some dates for me to come visit. I didn't know when would be best, so I went to find my mom so she could talk to him about it. When I found her, she seemed unnecessarily stress over the fact that he had woken me up. She ordered me back to bed, and I, having a great love for my sleep, obliged her. I couldn't get back to sleep though, and so laid there, wondering why Mom had been so worried that I was up. I figured she was making me breakfast in bed or something as a surprise, and stayed put.

It was a great surprise, then, when, a half an hour later, my door opened and about ten of my girl friends, all dressed in pajamas, filed into my room, singing 'Happy Birthday.' After I recovered from the shock, we went to the only restaurant in my town and had a delicious breakfast together. The whole time, my mom kept saying things like, "So now you've had your surprise party! Were you surprised?" Afterward, one of my friends mentioned something about trying to come over later.

I spent a good part of my birthday lazing about on the couch), then, in the late afternoon, my mom suddenly took it into her head that I should go visit my sister, so I could hold my favorite 'birthday present,' my niece, and that my dad should go with me. A bit confused, but alright with that idea, I went. But while I sat with my adorable little 'present,' I had plenty of time to think about my mom's sudden decision to get me out of the house, my friend's odd statement that she'd 'try to make it over, later,' and my mom's earlier insistence that I'd had my surprise party.

When, after about an hour, my dad received a text apparently telling him it was safe to come home, I had it pretty well figured out. So when I was met with a few Surprise!-yelling girls and a book-shaped cake met me at home, I wasn't nearly as surprised, but I *was* immensely satisfied to see that my Sherlock Holmes-esque deduction had been correct. We had a great time, ate a bunch of pizza, played games, talked, and had a lot of fun. A few of my guy friends came by for a few minutes each, too, and that was nice.

After they left, I found in my email a lovely long email from my other brother (who is in a foreign country right now, and who I miss terribly).

All in all, I had a lovely eighteenth birthday!

Oh, and has anyone seen Source Code? Crazy movie. Insane and Brilliant.

Birthday

I had a quite amazing 18th birthday. I'll post in more detail soon, but I need to get to bed. I'm taking the ACT again tomorrow. I'll just say it involves not one, but two surprise birthday parties. XD

Moooore

PICTURES of my new NIECELING!

Ashland Rae Evans!!!

YAYAYAYAYAY!

I HAVE A NIECE!!!!!!! WOOT! She's 8 lbs 9 oz, and 20 inches. I haven't seen her yet, but I already LOVE HER!

My ACT test score:

28!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

*shortestpostever*

Life

This week has been very chill, which I really haven't minded, since last week was so crazy.

Pretty much the only non-boring thing I did this week was yesterday. I went to my friends surprise salsa eighteenth birthday party last night, and it was pretty fun. There was some really nice salsa (like, with tomatoes, lol) and some really tasty salsa (this time meaning dancing). Also, several hot boys from the dance team were there. I felt like the worst dancer in the world dancing with them, just cause they were so GOOD. And a couple guys I like were there too, and they dance well too. =D

I really should be cleaning... I'm just taking a short break to write this. I must keep telling myself that. Or I will stay on here for an hour, like I did earlier. O.O

So anyway, there's a short update on my life. :D

Here there be ranting...

I'm sorry, but I really need to rant. If you don't want to read a bunch of boring Shakespeare nonsense, feel free to stop reading here. I won't blame you.

First, you must know that I love Shakespeare. I do. I love reading Shakespeare, acting Shakespeare, discussing Shakespeare.... yeah. I've been taking a Shakespeare class every year (but one) since I was twelve. In each class we'd read and discuss a play, put on a play, and learn about Shakespeare's time. That kind of jazz. In my first year, I was the priest in Twelfth Night. Now, even if you've read/watched it, you might ask 'What priest?' Yeah. That's how small a part it was. My second year I got a little bigger part. I got Holofernes in Love's Labours Lost. You still probably don't recognize that part because of it's minuscule size. My third year (and I swear, this history does have a point) I got Caliban, the drunk monster-person. My fourth year I got Hippolyta, queen of the Amazons, and Duke Theseus' fiance in Midsummer Night's Dream.

This last year, my fifth year, I am the only 'old' person left. Everyone from all the other plays I've been in have moved on. Gotten too old, or too busy to participate. So, for the sake of the play, I joined the class again, hoping that, as a senior class member, I might actually get a good part. That's how it has worked in times past. When I was 12, the 16, 17, 18 year olds got all the big cool parts. When I was 13, the same age group got the good parts. And so on. Last year, almost all of the cast were between 15 and 18, so I wasn't that surprised when some of the shorter, smaller, and generally better looking girls got the better parts. Even so, though I wasn't a main lover, there are three couples in Midsummer Night's Dream, and I was one half of one of them. It was a fairly good part.

But this year, there is a different director. And this year, here son and daughter are part of the cast. Her daughter has never been in a play before, and this is her son's second play. In the last (and only) play he was in, the one year I didn't participate, he had a medium to small part. This year we set out to put on The Merchant of Venice.

In case you haven't read/watched it, here's a *short* summary, lol. Bassanio, who has spent all his own money, has devised a clever plan to get money back. He asks his merchant friend, Antonio, for money so that he can go woo the ever-so-intelligent-and-beautiful Portia. But, of course, he needs to soup up his duds so that he has a chance among all the princes and dukes and such that are always calling on her. Antonio doesn't have the money to lend to him at the moment, but they go to a neighborhood usurer (money lender) to ask for money. The usurer, Shylock, is a Jew, and has been spurned and insulted by Christians all throughout his life, and was, in fact, spat on by Antonio a few days before. Nevertheless, he agrees to lend Antonio money. If Antonio can't pay him back in time, they 'jokingly' agree that Shylock will be entitled to a pound of Antonio's flesh.

Bassanio takes off to woo Portia, gains her heart and marries her. Meanwhile, while he's gone, Shylock's daughter, Jessica, runs away with a Christan, taking with her a good portion of Shylock's money. Shylock, who has put up with so much from the Christians is driven to distraction by his daughter's betrayal. He decides that all Christians are to blame for his current misfortune, and, when he finds out that Antonio's ships have all gone down, he is delighted. He decides to take out his hurt and anger at Jessica's elopement on Antonio. Bassanio, happy and oblivious with Portia, receives a letter letting him know that Antonio is going to die for his debt, the payment being a pound of flesh. He hurries back to try and save his friend, but Shylock won't take his money. He wants only his promised pound of flesh. Unknown to Bassanio, Portia has come too, to try her hand at saving Antonio. And it is through her cleverness that Shylock is defeated and Antonio saved.

Guess who got the parts of Portia and Shylock, the two biggest parts in the play?

If you said the director's daughter and son, you guessed correctly. And guess what part I got?

Jessica. The eloping daughter. And the guy I run away with? Played by a girl.

Oh, the awkwardness.


So, I'm not really learning anything new, having learned it all five times over; I've read all the plays on the syllabus; I hate my part; the director's daughter (who, did I mention, is 12?) is so smugly convinced of her own importance... Ugh.

It deserved a rant.


Anyway, I just got fed up and quit today, because I really need to be spending my time on getting ready for college, and the class wasn't benefiting my education, or my mood, in any way. I'm really rather sad. Like I said, I love Shakespeare. And, for the first time, I actually thought and hoped that I would get a lead part. And I've never quit a class before, it's rather disheartening.

Ugh. UGH. UGH!

So, yeah. That's my rant.

Rebirth on the horizon... Hmmm.

Has anyone in this world besides me seen the movie Willow? Just wondering. =P


I've been thinking recently... This is big news, because it doesn't happen all that often. Haha, just kidding. ;D

I'm getting ready to go to college this fall (hopefully), and the idea of leaving home, being on my own, taking care of myself, cooking for myself, doing my own shopping and laundry -- all that jazz -- has been very much on my mind lately. I've been thinking that each change we go through in life is like going through another birth. A rebirth, I guess.

In birth, you leave the world you have known for all your life and enter a larger, brighter, and infinitely colder world. Everything in this new world is different, frightening. It is the reality that you've thus far only heard in the distance through the security and comfort of the walls of your own world. At the same time, just like birth, emerging from this smaller world is like being freed from a small, dark prison.

In preparing to go to college and all that entails -- leaving my home, living away from my parents (I don't know how that is going to go: I can't even think about it without getting teary), no longer having such an easy schedule or assignments, no longer having my own room -- I am preparing to enter a new, and much larger world that sounds quite frightening sometimes. However, I am sure that in that big new world I shall grow and progress, and soon I shall be very glad that I did not stay in my small, comfortable little world. But right now... It's still in the distance, it still is a bit scary to contemplate, and I am grateful for every minute I have before I enter it. =)

Those are my thoughts for now.