Laugh at me. I dare you.

"They all laughed at Christopher Columbus

When he said the world was round

They all laughed when Edison recorded sound

They all laughed at Wilbur and his brother

When they said that man could fly"

Ella Fitzgerald

Within the last week, my fancy shmancy 'senior seminar' class had the army representative come in to "open our minds." He was maybe fifteen minutes into his talk when  he shut down my dream career goal. He isn't the only one though who looks at the arts and gives me that 'are you crazy?' look. Fine, so the arts aren't know to bring in piles and piles of cash, but I suck with numbers. End of story. I think most of my bitterness comes from finding that one thing that I couldn't be more thrilled about in life, to learn that it's a stupid career goal. Being a doctor or engineer is setting you up for much brighter things in life. Well poop. Looks like I'll be having that small house with a cat or four, and the couple children, and the husband that doesn't mind when I stay all day in the kitchen making cookies. Oh wait, that's the goal in life. So mister army man, once you think the cookie baking, glitter loving, physically weak girls are a good idea for the army, we'll talk. :)

On another note, my high school career ends in just under one hundred days. For some reason this number scares me. I've never been a grade A goodbye teller. (Uhm. Tears snot sniffles. Yes, this girl does better with hellos.) Anywho, I think it's just watching all my friends grow up around me. Big deal if I turn the big one eight on thursday. It's another birthday. But my friend going on his mission in just under one hundred days?! That's huge. He's still that awkward freshman who used to compete for man badges, not hold girls' hands, and get shots because he's probably leaving the COUNTRY for his mission. Part of me can't handle that; that's great that you're growing up. But could you be like every average kid and come home so I can still see you? OKAYAWESOMETHANKS. This leads to the whole , I'll probably be a skype queen at college next year for a bit. My best friend has one year left before he gets transformed into a marriage worthy and religiously sound man. Is that weird that I have this insane need to count down to it? Probably. Point of this? I'm scared. Excited? Yes. Ready to not have to talk to some people ever again? Yes. Terrified to start facing the world all grown up? Yes. Yee-haw. 

Sunshine:

• I have got finger waves pro. Seriously, I'm becoming such a theatre mom. It's official. Can a get a name tag that has: "Hello, My name is YOUR FAVORITE THEATRE MOM."
• Mme H has another grandbaby. 
• Relaxing evening with a second family.
• Calm nights with the swoons of Ella and Louis. <3
• Freedom Writers
• Brothers 
• Family

Thunderstorms:

• People. It may just be everything going on but it feels like people are just successfully becoming so stupid. Blows my mind.
• Lumpy Ladies. 
• Government. That class can grab a sack lunch and take a hike. So done. 

Today was good. But now it's time to sleep. It'll be a long day tomorrow. Hooray! [We open in basically a week. Thrilling, no?] Have a FANTASTIC weekend, lovelies!