Everything (101)

To begin, this is my 101st blog post. I'm proud of me. And I'm very thankful for everyone who makes my small appearance on the internet seem worth it.

But I've been neglecting this, or just putting up things for my English class, like poems, short stories, etc. Maybe it's because people only write about what really matter to them? Well, I don't know what I stand for. I support gay rights, but I'm not an activist. I hate sexism, but wouldn't consider myself a feminist. I'm not much of anything. I'm a little bit of everything.

My whole life, I've discovered, is going to drama, singing, living for the bell at the end of the day, kissing my boyfriend goodbye everyday. I'm just like anybody else, besides randomly breaking out into song. And I'm scared of it. But also, I'm scared to be unique. Unique where I'm from is a death wish. And, the thing is, I'm too into normal to be TOTALLY unique.

And I've never been happier. If you know me personally, don't even bother thinking why. It monopolizes my every thought. :P

I'm pathetic.

However, I'm in love with our play. The Canterbury Tales. It's a...parody? Satire? I think the word is satire. I have a friend who says it appeals to her to do things like drama VERY MUCH, but she's scared of falling in love with acting, as she believes she can't do it because of certain circumstances. I say, go for it. We're fourteen, just beginning our high school careers. This, early on, is the time to fall in love, and have our hearts broken. There are hundreds of people who manage to make small, but manageable careers of acting. If there's a reason one would never be considered for a lead role, then guess what? Supporting characters are the ones that are the most overlooked, because no one wants to "support." They want to lead. Then, we always have our ensembles.

Just letting everyone know there's no reason to be dissuaded. But, she already has a sure course of action after we finish here at SFH (School From Hell). I'm worried about that. I can't think of anything I would wanna do besides... (hold the laughter) singing. And I've told so many people, I could never do that, it's not practical.

But who said dreams were practical?

Now I'm sad. I should go.