sometimes i do forget what's simple in my life.

"When will our consciences grow so tender that we will act to prevent human misery rather than avenge it?"
-Eleanor Roosevelt


Happy 5-year anniversary, Iraq War.

i need you to hurry up now, cause i can't wait much longer

I'm hungry. I'm going to get a smoothie after this class and go to walgreens for cough drops. I am losing my voice in a bad way.

Oh, by the way. I'm staying at Loyola.

Don't judge me. I'm a girl, it's totally my perrogative to change my mind a hundred times a minute. I may end up renting a house uptown with Matt next year. That would be good. He could kill roaches.

already she knows me better than you

I promise I am not so sad all the time. I just usually only feel like blogging when I'm distressed.

And I am. Can't exactly say why. Just a big ugly crossroad in my life. Ew.

school girl in a little world who learns everything late.

WASSSAP BLOG READERSSSS.

This time next week I will be HOME HOME HOME. I'm antsy. Sarah is flying in early Thursday afternoon, and driving home with my Saturday morning. I need some KTX time!!!!

I also really need to finish choreographing the 2 numbers I'm teaching for my Superstars class over the break. And come up with a basic lesson plan. Here are the rules I'm thinking of instating for my class:

1. Never, ever, ever, make fun or tease anyone about their singing/acting/dancing abilities. To be able to grow theatrically you have to be completely comfortable in your learning environment.

2. Always put 110% energy into everything you do.

3. Be willing to try new things and not be self conscious. We are all learning together!!


Yep. 3 pretty basic rules for anything theatrical. I am thinking first day first thing I am going to play the songs and just make everyone dance like a crazy person and make them all think I am nuts. I mean, to properly do musical theatre, you have to really feel the song you're doing... So, whatever. I'm the teacher. They'll do what I want. (Though they are going to call me Melanie, not Miss Ziems or any crap like that.) I hope they all like me and don't think I'm some crazy nazi. I'm trying to do fun dances and fun songs and stuff. It will be interesting. Plus, it's like 200$ in the end!!!

Anyway. One last week. I paint my nails today... alternating black and purple. Did my toenails too! Exciting.


I might be a rebel tonight. Mwahaha.

la banlieue

Well. Sitting in the library. Did chemistry extra credit article, history reading. I basically don't wanna go back to my dorm cause I will most definitely fall asleep and it is too early for that crap. There is this woman at a computer near me and she keeps falling asleep in her chair. I feel bad for her. She probably has a family and stuff to deal with. Oh wait. I have a family and stuff to deal with. Maybe she is just old. Alzheimers, perhaps?

Yep, definitely going to hell for that one.

Sarah is flying here a week from tomorrow and will drive home with me on Saturday for spring break. I can't wait!

I need to go shopping. Bad. But I'm desperately trying to save money.

I miss Ian. SIIIIGH. Emo?

This is surprisingly racist of me.

I was followed to my car today in the Wal-Mart parking lot, by some black guy who kept calling me baby. “Hey, baby.” “Wassup, baby.” “C’mon, baby, don’t ignore me.” Then I think he saw all my keys lodged between my fingers, ready to slice his ass X-Men style, and he backed off about 10 yards from my car. Good trick, mom, thanks for teaching me that one.

It freaked me out, but more than anything, it totally infuriated me. How DARE he assume that because I’m some little white girl I can’t throw down? What, you assume because you’re a black man I will cower in fear at your ridiculous grill and let you rape/kill/rob me? I don’t think so, buddy. It just blows my mind. How demeaning. I am not now, nor will I ever be your baby, so keep dreaming and find someone else to harass.

Deep breath. IIIIN. OOOOOUT.

You know, it’s highly aggravating that I can’t even go to WAL MART by myself. Jesus CHRIST. In Katy, I go anywhere by myself, and I have never ONCE felt at all threatened. And I mean, I’m very aware. I walk fast and I keep my keys in between my fingers and I don’t talk on my phone and I always know exactly where I parked. It’s like it doesn’t even matter. Might as well be dawdling with a blindfold on and a big neon sign that says “FUCK WITH ME”.

And generally, it’s not even the black people that worry me. I learned really quick the kind of people here to be wary of, and most of them are white. With black people, it’s all in the eyes. I think its because against dark skin, eyes pop out a lot more… And you can really see in someone’s eyes if they’re just downright mean or not. That’s why white people scare me so much more. You can’t read them. And that’s their/our edge.

I need an edge. I should start carrying pepper spray. See how much you like that… baby.