Of Ratios and Riduculities

I miss him. It is pathetic and sad and ridiculous, really, but it's true. I miss My Prince. And I think I may love him. That's even more ludicrous, right? I haven't even met him yet and already I love him! What sort of state am I going to be in once I do meet him?! And the thing is, I don't just miss him a little bit. I keep crying over him. Like, supercrying. I wish I could just go ahead and find him. This sucks!
But I have had quite a thought recently. You know how in every school there are all the freaky kids and all the normal or supposedly cool kids? Well, usually the ratio of freaky to normal kids is actually like seven to one, so, technically, wouldn't the freaky kids be the norm, since they are the majority? Just food for thought. I'm surprised I even have time to think, actually, I've been so busy with packing. I'm moving in a week now. Here I come, Suburbia!

Big big sigh,
Rosie L.

Of Drowning Wasps and Magic Mirrors

I saved six lives yesterday. There were a bunch of wasps in my friend's pool, and I save them all from certain death. If only they had been human, then maybe My Prince would notice me. Last night I stayed up late pouring my heart out in a letter to him, and, since I know he can see me in the mirror, i held it up to the mirror for him to read. I even left my home and cell phone number, my blog address, my email, my house address, and my new address. Now I'm just waiting for him to contact me. It's probably kind of an unrealistic expectation, isn't it? Maybe I'll find him next year... Oh, God. Now I've started pining away for him. Plus I'm listening to a really depressing song that's making me feel like my problems are nothing. Why hasn't My Prince called me? If he gave me his phone number, I would call him right away. Well, I'm just going to crawl into a hole and read a really bad romance novel.

Pathetically,
Rosie L.

Of Uncalled-For Emotions and Holding Hands

I'm not sure what to write, but nothing at all has been happening. You would think that would be a good thing, because at least if nothing happens at least nothing bad can happen, but with N gone, and the rest of my friends seemingly fallen off the face of the Earth, I have been quite deprived of human interaction. It's making me kind of depressed. Today I went for a walk all by myself, just for the heck of it, and I saw so many couples walking around. It just figures that when I'm feeling so lonely, I see so many couples walking around holding hands. Just when I don't have anyone to hold hands with... But such is life. I have been doing a lot of packing, but... that's lonely, too. I just can't seem to get my mind of how lonely I feel, which is kind of crap, since I had acting class this morning and saw plenty of people. And went swimming with D, T, and S (who apparently likes me-- what next?) just yesterday. And I'm seeing M and Me tomorrow. What's wrong with me? Whatever. I'm just gonna go wallow in my own company now. I just really want a boyfriend...

Lonely,
Rosie L.

Of Colored Pencils and Unachievable Dreams

I am back, Dear Readers, and I come with news. I have achieved the unachievable and done the inevitable! I have broken hearts and I have influenced thousands! (Well, a few). I have finally, finally broken up with E. Well, to be honest, N actually did it for me. But I still made the effort. In spirit. I can't wait to have a summer fling, not unlike those portrayed in The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants. As I have never had a summer fling before, I am beginning to think it is impossible, but who knows. Who knows? I'll be going back to North Carolina soon for a bit of a visit, and maybe I'll find someone there. Or maybe, even, in Suburbia Central. Other than my hopes for the summer, I haven't had much to think about, it being summer and all, when people aren't supposed to think. I'll be moving soon, though, and here is my goal: to be all packed at least four days before I move, so there is no last-minute rush. N has had even more trouble, because she is leaving for Conneticut to visit her aunt tomorrow. I will miss her, but she'll only be gone about a mont. About my work, I have been considering Raspberry Beret quite a lot, but can't really say that I have made any earth-shattering revelations concerning it. Mostly I have been fine-tuning the Purple House. As I have been on a mad art fest, since I just got a brand-new box of Prismacolor pencils, I have spent many an afternoon trying to draw it. It hasn't come out right quite yet, though. Actually, I saw the Purple House just a bit ago. It's downtown, and it's absolutely perfect. It doesn't have any willow trees in front, and especially not any with silver bells, but it's just the right shade of purple, and it makes me smile whenever I see it. Oh, my house. My beautiful Purple House. You know, I have been considering my future lately, and when I am happily married and settled, with three children named Rosie, Oliver, and Lucy, I will have a Purple House. Oh, I will.

Dreamily,
Rosie L.

Of Impromtu Roles and Old Drums

Since my last post, my brain has been misbehavinig rather a lot. I keep forgetting about E. I know it's horrible, but I guess that means I don't like him. I wish I did, but what can ya do? I guess I'll... well, I don't really know what I should do. I probably should break up with him, but I don't want to break his poor, sweet little heart. I guess I'll have to in the end, but I don't want to think about that right now.
I made quite a save the other day, to change the subject quite abruptly. There was a play I'd been helping out with. I didn't really know the story, but I'd been helping paint the sets and stuff, which I usually do with plays at school that I'm not in. It was an original play called "And To Think It All Happened On Thursday." It was set in Chicago, and the story revolved around some diamonds in a pawn shop. The characters were as follows:
The Don, crime leader and all that of the area, who wants the diamonds for his daughter.
Prada: (Played by N) The Don's daughter. Spoiled, rich, arrogant, and demanding fashionista. Basically a crap person, but good for comedy. Wants the diamonds for her wedding with Jake. Hates Rosa.
Jake: The Don's left-hand man. Real tough guy (tatoos and everything). Hates Prada, but has to marry her to please The Don.
Elroy: (Played by D) The Don's right-hand man. Real nerd and annoys The Don no end. Loves Prada. Steals the diamonds for The Don.
Feye: Crooked cop. Makes deal with The Don to get the diamonds for him if he won't punish her for talking to people she shouldn't talk to.
Johnny: Germaphobic cop. Faints when things are too dirty, and quite OCD.
Colleen: Florist. Allergic to pollen. Makes plan with Emily to infest her deli with rats.
Tez: Pawn shop owner. Magpie-like obsession with shiny things (I can't remember the word for that. Something maniac, I think?). In possession of the diamonds (in his shop).
Emily: Deli owner. Makes plan with Colleen At the fist performance, one of the cast members mysteriously didn't show up.
Eliza: Delivery girl. Basically Schwa's servant. Wants the diamonds for Schwa.
Schwa: Argophobic gluemaker. Never leaves his apartment. Unpredictable and very precise. Wants the diamonds because he saw diamonds in his toothpaste one morning and takes it as a sign from above. Really likes tortoises.
Rosa: Insane homeless woman. Hates Prada. Usually found on a bench sleeping or begging. Consantly trying to get her family heirloom, the diamonds back from Tez's pawn shop.
The director recruited F and me to play the part. She was going to give us the choice, but we both really wanted it, so we ended up making the part (Rosa) into two people. F and I became Rosa and Rosie, the insane homeless sisters. We split up the lines and said them sort of like Fred and George Weasley in Harry Potter, switching between sentences and so on. I was actually a bit surprised that we managed to memoroize all our lines in one day, but we did. F couldn't be in the final performance, so if the cast member didn't show up for that one, I was going to play the part alone. She did show up, but the director liked the idea of having there be two Rosas instead of just the one, so I still got to be in the play. I was surprised but actually quite pleased, because I had really wanted to be in tis play, but couldn't because my schedule conflicted with rehearsal. I got to be in it in the end, though. Other than that, I've started moving. I can't wait to redecorate, but I guess I'll have to, won't I? I've moved my drums and my dulcimers and an obscure shelf into my room already, but other than that, I haven't made much progress. Well, I've got to finish a manga, so I'm off.

Impatiently,
Rosie L.