Of Wishing Wells and Butterflies

I have successfully distracted myself from everything that is wrong in my life, and it's not with with Love, Your Secret Admirer, either. It is because I have changed living spaces. Yes, that's right. I now live in my new house in Suburbia Central, and I have been so busy unpacking that I have had no time to pine over My Prince. All I've been able to think about is whether the butterfly chair should face the window or the closet, and where, God, is the nearest phone jack. In fact, I have left my old My Prince philosophy there at my old house, and come up with a new one. I think it's much more sensible, at my age: Work hard and look for someone I like, not necessarily someone who fulfills my every irrational fantasy. My school is very competitive, and I want a low maintnance social life, with nerdy-cool friends who will understand if no, I can't go the mall with them, I have to finish my biology homework. But most of all I want a steady boyfriend, one who I don't have to think about what I say with and is just as much friend as he is boyfriend. And one who doesn't ask weird questions. I had all that stuff with my ex, but when I was on the phone to him, he'd ask me things like, "Why do you like me?" A little chat with my boyfriend felt like a test. A stead boyfriend (who doesn't ask weird questions) is what I wish for every time I blow out the candles on a birthday cake, or blow the seeds off of a dandelion, or through a penny into a fountain. It's the one thing in my life that I don't really have control over. Everything else I can make happen on my own. I don't need luck to publish a book; I just need to be a good writer. Anyway, getting back on topic, I can't wait until I start school. I want my first batch of homework. I want my textbooks. I want that butterflies-in-the-stomach, big-important-day first-day-of-school feeling. Come quick!

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.