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School's out.
I'm free.
I'm a junior.
I guess that means I'm not free.
But I'm an upperclassmen, while Jacob is now a freshman.
Take that, freshman!
Muahahahahaha.
I need sleep.
My mother seems to be of the opinion that sleeping in throws off my schedule and thus is not good for me.
Screw my schedule.
I have a facebook.
Facebook is cool.
But LJ is cooler.
(Slightly.)
LJ definitely beats MySpace hands down, though.
Indeed it does.
I'm bored.
Indeed I am.
Muahahahahaha.
School's out.
Can you tell I'm excited?
See how excited I am?
Wheeee.
That's how excited I am.
My hot water goes off tomorrow.
I'm excited about that, too.
Can't you tell?
I have a rather large bruise on my posterior from falling when I was skating.
It was rather undignified.
I have one on my hand, too, but that's not nearly as inconvenient.

Current Mood:
blank blank
Current Music:
Crosby, Stills, Nash, and Young
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   In general, the Sergeant enjoyed military life. The orderlies, the doughnuts, the spinning chair-all in all, life was good. Just now, he was enjoying a short nap in his lovely office after a nice cream-filled doughnut. Unfortunately, this pleasant state of affairs was not to last.
   Private Jagger, an orderly stuck on gopher duty for Corporal O'Riley, burst into his office. "Sir, sir! Urgent message from the Who in Intelligence."   
   Private Jagger's piercing voice jarred the Sergeant from a very pleasant dream involving a meter-maid and some cellophane flowers.
   "What's all this now? Ah, yes, thank you, Private." The Sergeant skimmed through the note. "My God...Private, do you have any idea of the contents of this note?"
   "No, sir," the orderly replied nervously.
   "Very good. Report back to Intelligence immediately.
   The Sergeant pondered this latest news. Obviously, someone would have to inform the Queen, but he'd just as soon rather it wasn't him. She reacted so violently to the smallest things. Why, he'd informed her of an excess of mercury in the barracks' water supply, and she'd offered to send her bodyguard Steve to take care of it! He was quite sure he didn't know how a machine gun would help with mercury in the water!
   Still, no one else would take care of it. Putting on his most long-suffering face, Sergeant Pepper picked up his hat and with the face of a marked man, left his office.
   Striding down the hallway with his brim pulled way down low, muttering furiously to himself, Sergeant Pepper made quite the spectacle-or at least he did the first time it happened. That had been the Seaside Rendezvous, a complete humiliation for everyone involved. But this, this would surpass the Rendezvous, the Wooden Ship Affair, even the Disraeli Gears. Yes, today was a true tragedy for the entire nation. At that very moment, the Lead Zeppelin was bombing the Yellow Submarine.

To be or not to be continued...



More from AeroforceOne coming soon!

Current Mood:
cynical cynical
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So, after many moons, the play is over. And the Meg looked on it and saw that it was good.

Seriously, though, that was fun, and I will definitely do it again next year. Today was the last performance, and although I wasn't as disappointed as I thought I would be for it to end, it was time. I've heard varying opinions on which performance was better. Personally, I liked last night's performance, but tonight's alternate ending. It seemed to flow better. My mom got some pictures, which I am currently in the process of editing, and tomorrow I'm off to Italy! We're going to Venice, and I am very excited. So I shall bid thee arrivederci and head off to pack my bags.

Come see me preeteeful play pictures...

Current Mood:
satisfied satisfied
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So Spiritual Emphasis Week started on Wednesday. Apparently the theme is "walk across the room". Correct me if I'm wrong, but I think a group of missionary kids may be the wrong audience for the comfort zone speech. So far, everything's been pretty stereotypical SE Week. The first day, the message was that we should convert people. Again, wrong audience maybe? My parents don't convert people, but come on, Mike! MKs? Yeah, that's us. Thursday was the conversion spiel for us. You know, get saved, accept Jesus. Most of us (myself not included) can pinpoint the day we became Christians. Me? I'm Presbyterian. I didn't have a groundbreaking moment. I've had my ups and downs, but not a Teh Holies (tm) moment. My mother fears Hinkson is making me too cynical. Perhaps it is. Oh well. A bit of controlled cynicism is healthy.
Today I went out with the Sant' Egidio group. For those of you who don't know, Sant' Egidio is a Catholic mission (well, Orthodox in Russia) that takes hot meals out to the bums on the street. This was my walk across the room. I was out there just kind of standing back while the others handed out clothes, and I started talking with this guy. He wasn't a bum, just a vendor. He asked if we were believers, and when I said yes, he asked which God we believed in. That wasn't exactly a response I'd heard before. Usually veruyushie refers to Christians, but I told him we believed in the one God, Jehovah, that we were Christians. Then he started talking about what we were doing out here. He surprised me by actually thanking us. Most people here don't approve of encouraging the bums. They're just part of the scenery. But this guy, he thought more people should be doing this. He said that we all breathe the same air, have the same needs...it was not an attitude I'd encountered before outside of our group. I suppose he lives on the edge himself. He probably isn't that far from being a bum most of the time.

Current Music:
Paul McCartney-Listen to what the man said
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Happy Pi Day!
Current Music:
Paul McCartney-Let 'Em In
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Hmm...I've posted more entries to my livejournal in the past week than I have in the past six months.
Play practise today was actually good. I've finally got my character down. I was able to sit on Drew without making it obvious I know he's there. I need more volume, but that is much easier than, say, changing my character completely, which is what they did to me last week. But it's all good. And-this is the best part-practise tomorrow is cancelled! And possibly on Thursday, too, depending on how well Belle Notte practise goes tomorrow. Brande told us he's decided he's not going to try to compete with Mrs. Clark, which led to a (purely scientific) discussion on who would win a fight between Mr. Brande and Mrs. Clark. We (that is, the students) decided that Mrs. Clark definitely has Brande beat with those vicious claws of hers.
Dickson is ignorant as usual. Yesterday, he told us all about Mendeleev (pronounced Mendeleve) and Renoir (Renwir) and called impressionism distorted. Today, he told us America has never gone to war with Canada. I swear, if idiocy is contagious, I've got to get out of there!
Spiritual Emphasis Week starts tomorrow. We wouldn't really care except that we get to miss a class every day, and it means that we don't have to set up the tables after play practise.
I have discovered the pure genius of the Monkees. Meg+Monkees=OTP
I've also recently purchased a crapload of Paul McCartney recently. I have to say, I prefer Beatles together, but he's got some good solo stuff.
I got a 93 on the stupid skit we had to do for English, which is pretty good, considering we forgot a vital prop and Hannah forgot half her lines. We had to call intermission while we quickly created our prop. The class got all of the punchlines, including some of the ones we thought were incredibly stupid. I had the coolest beard, though. I borrowed Emma's face paint, and Rebekah bearded me during lunch. It was-unfortunately-very convincing.
I'm working on learning this insanely difficult piece on the Flute-Gaubriel Faure's Fantasie for flute from Op. 79. It's a beautiful piece, but I'll have to find someone to play the piano for it.
Yesterday, I was eating in the food court and jotting down notes on my part when these two guys came up and started hitting on me, using the worst lines I've ever heard (in Russian, even!). It was so stupid. And then they started reading my notes. They unsurprisingly managed to pick up on the slightly ruder words I'd started writing when they started looking over my shoulder. Luckily, the mall has guards who managed to scare them off. It was actually kind of amusing. And then I got home and our landlord actually asked me if I'd lost weight! I don't really have that much extra to lose!

Here ends Meg's stream of concsiousness.

Current Mood:
cheerful cheerful
Current Music:
Paul McCartney-Children Children
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If I commit murder, don't throw me in the loony bin, please. I was under great stress. Honest, I was. It was the directors of my play. Today, Mr. Thomson sat in on our practise, and spent the entire time contradicting everything Mr. Brande and Miss Graham had already told me. And then they joined forces and decided to make me blonde. I kid you not. Not literally blonde, of course, but about as figuratively blonde as you can get. SAVE ME! PLEASE, SOMEONE! HAVE MERCY ON A POOR, INNOCENT CHILD! I can't take it anymore. I really can't...
On a brighter note, I actually understood what was going on in biology today, because Sarah was subbing for Crawford.
On a note dimmer than biology but still brighter than play practise, Clark actually said in class that "there is only one correct interpretation of the Bible: his." The entire class heard this, and we are prepared to swear it in front of the Supreme Court if it'll get Clark out of here.

 I was bored during play practise:

Idle Musings of a Dying Man

Houston! Do you read me?

Apparently not…

Well, what awaits me now?

Death, I suppose.

I wonder if it will hurt.

Probably for a second, and then it’ll all be over.

Or will it?

I can’t imagine that’s it.

There must be something more.

Well, I guess I’m about to find out.

Here goes…

Current Mood:
awake awake
Current Music:
Paul McCartney- Picasso's Last Words (Drink to Me)
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Snatched from megpie71

YOU'RE ON MY FRIENDS LIST, I WANNA KNOW YOU... I want to know 34 things about you. I don't care if we never talk, never liked each other, or if we already know everything about each other. Short and sweet is fine... I just wanna know you better! Thanks! =)

1. Can you cook?
2. What was your dream growing up?
3. What talent do you wish you had?
4. Favorite place?
5. Favorite vegetable?
6. What was the last book you read?
7. What zodiac sign are you?
8. Any tattoos and/or piercings?
9. Worst habit?
10. Do we know each other outside of LiveJournal?
11. What is your favorite sport?
12. Do you have a negative or optimistic attitude?
13. What would you do if you were stuck in an elevator with me?
14. Worst thing to ever happen to you?
15. Tell me one weird fact about you.
16. Do you have any pets?
17. Do you know how to do the Macarena?
18. What time is it where you are now?
19. Do you think clowns are cute or scary?
20. If you could change one thing about how you look, what would it be?
21. Would you be my partner in crime or my conscience?
22. What color eyes do you have?
23. Ever been arrested?
24. Bottle or draft?
25. If you won £10,000 today [$20,000 for the Americans], what would you do with it?
26. What kind of bubble gum do you prefer to chew?
27. What's your favorite bar to hang at?
28. Do you believe in ghosts?
29. Favorite thing to do in your spare time?
30. Do you swear a lot?
31. Biggest pet peeve?
32. In one word, how would you describe yourself?
33. In one word, how would you describe me?
34. Will you repost this so I can fill it out and do the same for you?
Current Mood:
amused amused
Current Music:
The Monkees- 33 1/3
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Right, so once again, play practise was...er...fun. Yeah, fun. My directors keep telling me to get more hysterical. I suppose this is where the acting part comes in, because I'm not usually hysterical. Oh well. I consider it a challenge before the whole human race, and I ain't gonna lose, etc. etc.
Youth group yesterday was ok, I suppose. We've got a new leader (again), and it was his first time leading a group. Although his message was nothing new, and his delivery was not spectacular, I was kind of surprised that we had more people than we've ever had show up. So then after the St. Andrew's service/youth group, I ate lunch, then headed back to church for MPC service and youth group. I think if I didn't have all the ties to St. Andrew's, I would so be outta there and just completely switch to MPC. I hate to admit it, but at St. Andrew's, they're a little dull. MPC is so full of life, and everyone's always happy. I've been recruited there to occasionally do some of the music, something that never happened at St. Andrew's. There, Nicolette's totally got it covered, thank you very much. She's back to doing descants. We're trying to get the youth groups to do some stuff together, but so far I've been the only Anglican representative. I don't know why- MPC is always way more fun. Yesterday we went over to the US embassy and played around in the gym. Oh well. Dorks.
Well, I have to go finish my math homework and write out an essay for Bible. Fun. I can hardly wait. (Can't you tell?)

Current Mood:
amused amused
Current Music:
Maximo Park-Postcard of a Paintin
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