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Hi everyone! I decided to give you all another update. Because tons of things have happened that you all don't know about.
First, I am officially 16 years old. Birthday was last Monday. I got a pretty shirt (turquoise babydoll style, my favorite kind of non-Tshirt shirt!) and Handle With Care by Jodi Picoult, which I finished reading a few days after getting it. For those of you who don't read Picoult, READ HER STUFF NOW. I'd recommend starting with My Sister's Keeper, but it really doesn't matter. Her books generally involve a lawsuit of some kind--like in Handle With Care, it's medical malpractice. The main character, Charlotte O'Keefe, and her family have huge debts because their 5-year-old daughter, Willow, was diagnosed in utero with osteogenesis imperfecta, or brittle bone syndrome. It causes her bones to be extremely fragile and very easy to break. She fractures bones in her sleep, when she sneezes, when her mom hits the brakes too hard in the car...Charlotte and her husband Sean are told they could sue for medical malpractice/wrongful birth, saying that if Willow had been diagnosed earlier they would have had the option of terminating the pregnancy. There are 2 catches to this: Charlotte really doesn't wish that Willow had never been born, but she must say she does, and she must sue her obstetrician, Dr. Piper Reece, who happens to be her best friend.
Yeah. Picoult books are INTENSE--she's covered everything from wrongful birth to rape cases to school shootings to paranormal investigations in her novels. The character development is WONDERFUL and the books are absolutely fantastic, so everyone must read them. Warning: There's always a bit of sex, but it's never too graphic or anything...yeah. Also, her books almost always have an OMIGOSH-TOTALLY-DIDN'T-SEE-THAT-COMING-IN-YOUR-FACE kind of ending. I lahves them.
So, yeah, that was my birthday. On the Friday before, mom surprised me by taking me, Hana, and Kat out to dinner at this awesome Italian restaurant downtown, and then to see opening night of The Producers at Grand Rapids Civic Theatre! It was EPIC, and some of my theatre friends were in it!
Also got a Target giftcard from my grandpa and an Old Navy and B&N giftcard from my mom's best friend--the one who got us the tickets to Spelling Bee in April. Anne, I called her, I think. And Kat got me a giftcard to another bookstore in town...YAY LITERATURE!
I'm sixteen now. Sophomore year is almost done, and next year I'll be a junior. It's all really scary...signed up for classes for next year. Physics, Math 11, Spanish 3, German 3 (yay!), Choir and/or Chorale, depending on whether Chorale stays a zero-hour next year, AP English Lit, and AP European History (GG, AP Euro is taught by none other than my German teacher!). I'm hoping next year won't totally kill me...AP English is going to be so fun though. We start the year off with a bang, apparently--the first thing we read in that class is Beowulf. Looking forward to that class.
I'M OFFICIALLY A PROFESSIONAL ACTRESS!
(Sidenote: Totally almost wrote 'officianally'. Yay for inventing new words?)
I've been given the role of Miss Daisy Diana Dorothea Devore in the play 'The Adding Machine', which the directors are actually adapting into a puppet show. I have to do a Brooklyn accent and learn to use the puppets, and I'll be paid, and it'll start touring around my area, giving performances here and there. Eventually they want to take it to EUROPE, but I don't know if I'll still be with them then.
Whatelsewhatelse...oh! I got into National Honors Society at school, yay!
No school today for parent-teacher conferences, which makes me happy.
Anyone else do the brackets for the NCAA Tournament? I do, and I'm doing SO well this year! Out of the games yesterday I predicted 15 of them right--only one of the teams I said would win lost. I'm even beating out Obama on his brackets--I'm 15 to 1. he's 11 to 5.
yeah, I know. Who would have thought I care about some sort of sport?
Other things to say...hmmm...I'm worried about my cat Isabel, the one with epilepsy. She's getting reeeeeeeally skinny.
Spring Break in 2 weeks!! And then, WE GET TO GO SEE SPELLING BEE! 2ND ROW CENTER ORCHESTRA!
I guess that's about it, then...
Hi everyone! I decided to give you all another update. Because tons of things have happened that you all don't know about.
First, I am officially 16 years old. Birthday was last Monday. I got a pretty shirt (turquoise babydoll style, my favorite kind of non-Tshirt shirt!) and Handle With Care by Jodi Picoult, which I finished reading a few days after getting it. For those of you who don't read Picoult, READ HER STUFF NOW. I'd recommend starting with My Sister's Keeper, but it really doesn't matter. Her books generally involve a lawsuit of some kind--like in Handle With Care, it's medical malpractice. The main character, Charlotte O'Keefe, and her family have huge debts because their 5-year-old daughter, Willow, was diagnosed in utero with osteogenesis imperfecta, or brittle bone syndrome. It causes her bones to be extremely fragile and very easy to break. She fractures bones in her sleep, when she sneezes, when her mom hits the brakes too hard in the car...Charlotte and her husband Sean are told they could sue for medical malpractice/wrongful birth, saying that if Willow had been diagnosed earlier they would have had the option of terminating the pregnancy. There are 2 catches to this: Charlotte really doesn't wish that Willow had never been born, but she must say she does, and she must sue her obstetrician, Dr. Piper Reece, who happens to be her best friend.
Yeah. Picoult books are INTENSE--she's covered everything from wrongful birth to rape cases to school shootings to paranormal investigations in her novels. The character development is WONDERFUL and the books are absolutely fantastic, so everyone must read them. Warning: There's always a bit of sex, but it's never too graphic or anything...yeah. Also, her books almost always have an OMIGOSH-TOTALLY-DIDN'T-SEE-THAT-COMING-IN-YOUR-FACE kind of ending. I lahves them.
So, yeah, that was my birthday. On the Friday before, mom surprised me by taking me, Hana, and Kat out to dinner at this awesome Italian restaurant downtown, and then to see opening night of The Producers at Grand Rapids Civic Theatre! It was EPIC, and some of my theatre friends were in it!
Also got a Target giftcard from my grandpa and an Old Navy and B&N giftcard from my mom's best friend--the one who got us the tickets to Spelling Bee in April. Anne, I called her, I think. And Kat got me a giftcard to another bookstore in town...YAY LITERATURE!
I'm sixteen now. Sophomore year is almost done, and next year I'll be a junior. It's all really scary...signed up for classes for next year. Physics, Math 11, Spanish 3, German 3 (yay!), Choir and/or Chorale, depending on whether Chorale stays a zero-hour next year, AP English Lit, and AP European History (GG, AP Euro is taught by none other than my German teacher!). I'm hoping next year won't totally kill me...AP English is going to be so fun though. We start the year off with a bang, apparently--the first thing we read in that class is Beowulf. Looking forward to that class.
I'M OFFICIALLY A PROFESSIONAL ACTRESS!
(Sidenote: Totally almost wrote 'officianally'. Yay for inventing new words?)
I've been given the role of Miss Daisy Diana Dorothea Devore in the play 'The Adding Machine', which the directors are actually adapting into a puppet show. I have to do a Brooklyn accent and learn to use the puppets, and I'll be paid, and it'll start touring around my area, giving performances here and there. Eventually they want to take it to EUROPE, but I don't know if I'll still be with them then.
Whatelsewhatelse...oh! I got into National Honors Society at school, yay!
No school today for parent-teacher conferences, which makes me happy.
Anyone else do the brackets for the NCAA Tournament? I do, and I'm doing SO well this year! Out of the games yesterday I predicted 15 of them right--only one of the teams I said would win lost. I'm even beating out Obama on his brackets--I'm 15 to 1. he's 11 to 5.
yeah, I know. Who would have thought I care about some sort of sport?
Other things to say...hmmm...I'm worried about my cat Isabel, the one with epilepsy. She's getting reeeeeeeally skinny.
Spring Break in 2 weeks!! And then, WE GET TO GO SEE SPELLING BEE! 2ND ROW CENTER ORCHESTRA!
I guess that's about it, then...
But sure a body's bound to be a dreamer
"Back off, will ya? You're way too close to her. She'll be scared half to death when she opens her eyes and the first thing she sees is a bowtie-wearing idiot."
The female voice, punctuated by a uniquely Scottish accent, was the first thing that I became aware of after, apparently, returning to consciousness. The second was the extreme pain in my head that made it feel like even opening my eyes was going to be a struggle. The third, weirdly enough, was a light sort of whirring coming through the ground on which I lay—as if the very floor itself were alive.
"Bow ties are cool," came another voice, this time male and much, much closer to
And I've no doubt there's truth in what they say
Once upstairs, I put my shoes on and tried to chat with my family, who were bundling up and preparing to go to the fundraiser for the class of 2011—my senior class—which my school was having at the local Dairy Queen. Always easy to please, my brother was thrilled that my mom had given him permission to have his ice cream before dinner instead of after, but I was more subdued as I buttoned up my coat and slipped on my purple striped gloves. The whole family piled into my mom's purple Jeep, and I leaned my head against the cool glass of the car window and stared sullenly out. My mom had done her best to scrape much of the ice and snow
I've met some folks who say that I'm a dreamer
"Are you ready? We're leaving in five minutes!" my mother called down the stairs, startling me out of my reverie. I had been sitting at my ancient but lovable Windows 98, Gregory, for the past hour, but although I had an unfinished AP US History paper due the next day, I had barely touched it. Instead, my eyes kept wandering back to look at the date on the top of my Word document—January 27, 2011.
Rabbit Hole Day.
Exactly 364 days before, I had fallen down a Rabbit Hole—areas of strong magic that appear on the anniversary of the great Lewis Carroll's birthday to transport people on magical adventures, often with their favorite fic
A disclaimer before we begin
Well, looks like this is a tradition destined to be repeated. As I did last year, I shall be posting my Rabbit Hole Day adventure a day late. My sincere apologies for both this, and for not finishing my story of Rabbit Hole Day 2010! I appear to have lost the file on which I had written the documentation of my adventure...I survived it, just so you know. XD And I lived to tell not only that tale, but the one which I am about to relate...
Read on, dear readers, if you dare.
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Oh happy late birthday Poppy! and congrats on the acting! 