
Sorry about the gap, but things have been INSANE!
Okay, so Homecoming was awesome. Muchos gracias to Amanda's miracle worker of a sister, Ashley, for somehow transforming us all for an evening. However, I know my readers want the drama. So, here you go.
Caleb asked Miranda to Homecoming. The following week, a girl (who I now know is named Chelsea) asked him to be her boyfriend. Caleb agrees, but says he wants to keep his word to Miranda and take her to the dance. So, Homecoming comes. And the whole night? Caleb talks to Vicky, a third girl. Now, I want to stipulate now that I've only heard the Chelsea and Grapevine versions of this. Caleb has declined comment, so I may be missing details. But let's just say drama occured, and several people cried. Ain't love grand?
Now, to the real topic of this entry. I just got back from my fall concert, and all I can say is: Wow. I'd forgotten how completely and utterly addicted I am to being on stage. Something about the way everything fits together, like a puzzle, and you know that the puzzle wouldn't be complete without you there... It's magical. When everyone comes together like that with only one goal, it's the most incredible feeling. Be it music or acting, you are there because you want it. You and everyone around you wants it. That knowing, the knowledge that everyone there is putting their all, their heart, their soul into it... it's like a drug. When you bare your soul like all good actors or singers do, sure, a part of you is screaming to hide your soul, but most of you is yearning out to be seen. Your soul is out there, in the music. The audience can hear it. A good audience will know you without ever even meeting you. The feeling of having yourself known in such an intimate way...
Simply put, it's intoxicating. The best drug. And there are absolutely no side-effects.
Was our performance without flaw? No. I for one messed up on the whole lining up thing. I hate that. But still... everything just fell into place. We put it all out there, and it worked.
I feel incredible.
I've also transferred out of Coach Boomer's class and into 2nd hour B physics with Sir Drones-A-Lot. He has a monotone voice, but hey, beats Boomer. Sir Drones-A-Lot is pretty cool, actually. I like him.
Because of the rearranging, I now have 4th hour A Communication Arts, which perks up my A days considerably. Today we had a midterm, and I think I nailed it. I sit next to 'Nice Cheyanne' (as opposed to 'Flirty Cheyanne') who is in my choir class. She's cool, and the hour is absolutely awesome.
Let's see... Oh, test in Geometry today with Youngster. I mean, I think this teacher is younger than Michael (my brother, not Noelle's). It was super easy, which can mean one of two things. One, I knew the material and aced it, or two (and more likely), I had no clue what I was doing, and will be taking a retake.
Other than that, my life is pretty dull right now. Not that I need more drama. Oh, and Taylor turns TEN tomorrow. I still think of him as six! Where does the time go???????? It seems like yesterday I had just moved into Liberty, and it was the first day of sixth grade, and now I'm a Freshmen in high school! Taylor's ten, and I'm only a few years from graduation...
I got to stop writing, otherwise the future's going to cave in on me.
Love and lemon drops,
Victoria