I told hope i was going to bed

i lied.

i did stream of conciousness on pictochat today. it was ineffective. everyone within 100 feet of me is too poor to have a ds, i guess.

Doing these all summer sounds really exciting, even though I have nothing to write about, except complaints. And revelations.

It'll come by tomorrow. Hopefully, I'll do it.

i can't wait to put my thoughts on here. it just needs to come at the right time.



I'm wondering what it's like to watch fat, awkward people dance. It really must be funny. And not like joke around dance....but like, legitimately dance. that really sucks for fat awkward people. I wonder if anyone cares to read this anymore.

I feel like I'm losing touch with everyone. I feel like I need to be around people...just not the people I'm usually around.

I wanna be a fly on a wall in some fucking place where art and people and good collide. it would be fucking heaven.

Just...ugh. I want it so badly. I feel really otu of place sometimes, and still like the freshman that no one thought had any potential. Just one of the Kristines, one of the ones they shove ner the rug when you have to promote something.
Someone who tags along with the successful classmates in order to be recognized, only to realize that you're just a parasitic insect grabbing on to what they have acheived for more respect from fellow classmates to make up for the fact that you aren't an artist.

I ALWAYS say the wrong thing at the wrong time. How will I get my fucking idol to the fucking school and not make a fool of myself, when I spent aout three minutes with her and could not have felt more like a fool the next day once I thought it over?

I want to sratch past the surface.


i want i want i want. jesus fucking christmas, chelsea-rose

-ss=a=0s=

iiiiii. memememememe.


fuck that shit. i'll fucking do it. I jsut need to specify what I want her to do, or jsut give her options and let her pick.


it would fucking suck if she didnt read it after all the work ill put into this.



SHUT UP ABOUT BELLYFAT ANOREXIC SLUT ON THE ELEVEN OCLOCK NEWS

You'll just throw it all up, that's why you have no fucking belly.





i am a complainy little bitch.

i was trying to excercise my brain to have more of those profoundy thoughts come back, but this house and my mood is a fucking creative buzzkill.


night

Goodbye School. Good fucking riddance

Summer Goals:

-Read books until I'm shitting Shakespeare
-Watch GOOD movies (hard)
-Study for SATs
-Improve work ethic
-Get rid of awkwardness, therefore elevating people skills
-Get Amanda Palmer to do a workshop at SPA. How much money would that cost btw? If you want to give her money?


Anyway. I don't think I'm gonna let myself see myself.

That's really fucking bad.

Like, I almost cried when I saw those videos. I honestly don't know what I look like or act like.

I'm as tense and awkward as Kristine. Who knew? I didn't know I slumped that much, or stopped mid-movement when something exciting happened.

My fake voice does not match my body.

I was always one of those people who thought fat people or weird-looking people weren't really competent. Like, do you know what I mean?

That they couldn't really feel. Or think intelligent thoughts. I know it's weird, but someone else has to think that way beside me.

And then I look at the fucking screen, and I see me as those kind of people. It scared the shit out of me. Really badly. Like, incredibly badly. It was a really unsettling feeling when you didn't know what you were like, and were surprised in the horrible kind of way.

I don't feel like a real person. That's not good.


Plus, I left my DS at school. Whoopdeedee.


Here's to not gaining ten more pounds and switching out food for books, movies, or a bike ride.


Happy Summer.

I'm never having children. ever

Because I know I'll end up old and bitter, and would never want to take that out on a child.


The band is so good. I'm really proud of all of them.

I just don't want to know how a brain can wrap around the idea of taking your anger out on someone else, let alone your own child.

You know what? YOU chose to change diapers for a living. No one forced you get a degree in one of the most stressful, lowest-paying jobs around. Don't take your frustration out on me, and don't make reasons to get mad at ME, you fucking cunt.

I'm all about myself? No. I'm about everyone else but you.


But I think the band will be superduper if we really play our cards right. A lot of talent=yayx10093.

Radiolab is cool. It's put together pieces of things I've been trying to figure out for years.


So I sent the things since I got my extension, and was even late for that.

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I feel kind of really alone right now

head fucking desk

Alrighty then

I officially can't wait for next year. it's gonna be kick ass and i'm gonna cry three times as much as i did this year. It'll be kew.

Meepmeepmeep

Shveeeeeeeeeeeeep. I felt really awkward. I hate mingling.


brecht=big win

kielbasa+sauerkraut=bigger win

GO

We don't even have to blog or give ourselves grades anymore, do we? I'm gonna try and do this over the summer. It's a great release.-

My computer's sound is coming back tomorrow, so I can watch Raging Bull on youtube then.

I want to be a grownup already. I mean, honestly? I'm not gonna be saying the same thing in 30 years, but I'm sooooooooo sick of this fucking school. I really am.

I want to be educated, not look like an asshole every time I speak, and be proud of what I do and what I stand for.

I wanna start doing yoga. I wanna read. I wanna make sure I don't get a hump when I'm 40. I wanna watch movies. I wanna REALLY understand things; not just put pretty words together to make it seem like I'm an intellectual of some sort. I want the awkward period to cease to exist.


Creation and art and beautiful and flowers and movement and loooooooooooove. And old cities. I wanna be apart of it SO fucking badly.


I don't want to be a bitchy person anymore; I'm slowly starting to see how it turns people away after a while. I've never been taught to be open. I've been taught to stay away from the 'weird' people...the 'bad' people. The different ones. Why would you want to be different? To look like a freak? To be an attention whore?

NO. So I don't end up a poor, unhappy fuckup like you.


My parents never even said anything remotely like that to me ever. Why would I say something so bad? I need to stop exaggerating.


About 90% of the people I know do it too...but it still doesn't make it right. I want to be old and wise and cool. To not have a care in the world...to be a sponge and soak up all I can.


To get rid of this one-track mind. This simpleton-y way of thinking. I need to be peaceful-er. Wait, what? I'm not peaceful at all. I'm one of the tense-est people I know.

Let's see how much of this gets done by next year.

Having the balls to create and perform is the greatest gift in the world. The vulnerability and power. It's incredible.







Overkill? Emily-y? I hope not. I want an orange. And to go to Boston.

The world makes me sad

especially the people in it. frogs should rule the world so we don't have to dissect them.


100 for filing with sisco, doing my job.

criticism: so I made a complete overhaul on the review, that's why it took so long to send. and this accounts for my criticism for today, i'm guessing.

i need to start reading. and observing.


I am the most paranoid perosn in the world...does it mean that i'm self centered? everything everyone says always has to be about me. i think everyone secretly hates me and thinks i'm annoying. and, if i ask, 'was that about me?' i'll either piss the person off or creep them out. either way, i annoy them. people pleasers=major fucking fail. awkwardawkwardawkward


I hope I didnt waste this year. I'm pretty sure I learned, but I really, REALLY want to learn more. excruciatingly badly. mdsakl;daaaa



peace

deadness

100 for trying my fucking hardest on the history exam. didn't get a good grade...but I really tried my hardest.


criticism: finished my reviews on paper. will mla and send to you tomorrow.


i have senioritis and i'm not even a junior. i honestly can't wait until school ends.


byebye

fmlfmlfmlfmlfmlfmlfml

100 for being invisible, getting the job done, and trying my hardest with this to get everything done. Once again, falied.


Did you get my texts or messages or emails??? I'd really like to talk to you.

My critic-y ness was useful in doing these reviews, so no reading today.


I really, REALLY fucked up badly this marking period, didn't I?

Wow. Words cannot explain how badly I fucked up

100 for audition showcase.


this officially accounts for worst day in shop EVER. e-ver.

uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

diediediediediediedie

I'm so tired

I hate my mother, and I hate moving. I just...hate everyone.

It sucks becausemy grade will most likely drop because I wasn't helping out for hte entire time.

I hope the camera stuff is found...I don't feel like failing an assignment right now


100 for after school



peace

I'm so stressed out right now

I'm so fucking overwhelmed right now. I'm so behind on EVERYTHINGx100000000000000000000000000000000


100 for program creation with exception of Aladren's headshot

the marking period ends in like...two days. I'm gonna throw up or cry. Most likely both. If I get to read anything, I'll repost, but it's unlikely as my mom will not get off of my fucking back.


tootles.




peace

Oh yeah

And I'm really scared that the question I asked was really, really obnoxious.


It's my glorious mental gift of overalayzation and stupidity that comes up with this crap. Why couldnt I have tried to not look like a douche and asked what her favorite cookie was?


But it has to do with the below subject anway, so. Mehp.


"Since you give so much up to your fans, in your songs and online and stuff...do you think you've given you privacy up for your art?"


read below post. night

If your pleasure turned into pain/ i would still lick for my personal gain

If your love changed into hate/would my love have been a mistake?/ i dont know/ lalala


eh. I am getting stressed and getting absolute ZIP done

100 though, for creating facebook and google groups. not putting artist bios up until i have all three though.

So, I started ready The Empty Space. It's more at my level. I feel unbelievably dumb for giving up on Anatomy of Criticism, but you know what? When I'm smarter (whenever that wants to shuffle along into my mind), I'll pick it up once more. Also, when I have more time. Time is important.

My legs smell like pretzels. Anyways.

The Empty Space: read the first part of The Deadly theatre, like...the first ten pages. Talks about commercial theatre, and how theatre in general is a self-destructive art, 'written in the wind'. i liked that. And about like...productions losing their spark after a while...trying to revive something that is dead and gone. How everything could still be intact, up to comstumes and set design and all that, but have the production be completely dead. Like how Shakespeare 'should' be put on: with fancy fairies, prouncing, music, and British oomph bitchiness that no one can seem to understand.

'The deadly trap is to divide the eternal truths from the superficial variations..."

"Deadly theatre approaches the classics form the viewpoint that somewhere, someone has found out and defined how the play should be done."

-doing theatre for money. blah. enough said.


all of that good stuff...he was just about to get into like...broadway stuff when I stopped reading, so...until tomorrow.



But now, like...since I've vented to just about everyone I know how cool this experiece was (and this can kind of go in the artseh fartseh category here) what happened when I went there.


Artists who communicate with their admirers are fucking...amazing. I just...thinking it's incredible that people can still have their feet on the ground after having thousands of people declare their love for you, let alone pay attention and love your art.

But with this particular artist, it brings up the most intruiging question: where's the mystique since technology came around? Is that a good or bad thing?

I personally think that it's cool that the middleman, the censor is being rubbed away by things like myspace, facebook, twitter, blogs, stuff like that. To have direct communication with fans is the coolest thing in the world. That they're a real HUMAN BEING, not a product used to stimulate the economy, you know? That the person pouring their heart and soul for the world to see is listening...they care about what either the fellow artist or admirer has to say. It's putting more communication, intelligent conversation, simulation, and lols in the world. Words cannot describe how happy it makes me.

Technology could either being the best renaissance-catalyst-y-esque tool ever invented, or the downfall of society. How exciting!


That wasnt even scratching the suface with fangirly-ness. But it's not all about that. Do you know what I mean? :?



peace

Reeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeealllllllllllyyyyyyyyyyy late (please take these)

100 for Thursday for Flynn

and 100 for Friday for experiencing the fucking artistic brilliance of AFP. I'll tell you about it on Monday.





did I tell you how pretty you look today?




Love,

Chelsea (who loves miniature Spaniards)

bipbopboop

100 for yestedaay for flynn performance

100 for today for flynn performance


i'll let you know how the play was once it sinks in.


princeton=SO FUKCING COOL

one of the dancers farted onstage

and we have a legit fan



life is good





peace

bopbopbop

100 for staying after with dance dress


i am tired. I want to punch people


peace

Wowza

100 for FLynn dance show


thier techs really suck

she doesnt teach them how to like...you know...shut up during a tech. Goddamn, we didnt even run thorugh the whole show


oh well. hr show, not mine


peace