Justin Bieber is a pharaoh?

Okay, I am forcing myself to blog today. Too bad I can't force myself to do anything else today.
I went to see a production of Joseph and the Technicolor Coat with my lil bro and neighbor. So we're sitting there in a theater full of small children who are noisy as hell before the show starts, just waiting. A guy comes out and gives the whole "no cell phones" schpeel and runs off. As soon as they start, I realize it is a modernized version of the show. I'm thinking  "Oh this is going to be interesting... taking a bible story and shaping it to a stage in the round and modernizing it. Hm, I wonder what challenges they faced. Ooh, the guy playing Joseph (later named Nate, the understudy) has a good voice and a nice face... a nice face indeed." So all of a sudden, the guy Joseph gets sold to after his brothers sell him into slavery (I forget the name) comes on. Aaaaannndddd.... it's Donald Trump. It was hilarious. So after they go through that part of the story and the part after it (which Nate the understudy had a nice song in and showed off his amazing voice) they come to the pharaoh. And they start singing to the tune of Justin Bieber's song Baby. I look back to where the pharaoh is and almost burst out laughing. There's a guy with a hoodie, sagging jeans, white sneakers, a microphone, and flippy blonde hair standing as "pharaoh". I almost cried laughing so hard. "Pharaoh" Bieber even taught Joseph how to do the hair flip. It was one of the greatest things I ever saw. They nailed Bieber as well. The actor playing him was a little too good.
Anyway, I still need to give you your picture of the day!

It's just a preview of Sophie Turner as Sansa Stark. I'm working on it. I'm so excited for season 2 of Game of Thrones! I love Sansa's character and Sophie Turner is too pretty!!! Well, I should probably finish the second book before watching the series... Also, is it wrong that if I was a character in Game of Thrones, I'd want Robert Baratheon as my father and Cersei Lanister as my mother? Even though she's a terrible human being, I'd still want to call her "mother"...
-Cheers!

Religion and other things that I have written about that could cause concern...

Okay, so today, I had an English essay due today on the novel, Ellen Foster by Kaye Gibbons. Out of all the topics I could have chosen to do an essay on, like racism, family, money, I have to chose the most controversial one that may or may not end up with me in the guidance office after spring break. I chose to analyze Ellen's relationship with God and compare it to an imaginary friend. Yep. "There are three things I have learned never to discuss with people: religion, politics, and the Great Pumpkin." Linus, where were you when I was writing my essay?! I won't tell you what it is about, but I'll give you the title. "The Universal Imaginary Friend." I'm going to hell for sure. I wasn't bashing Christianity or anything! I was just comparing god to an imaginary friend. I swear! I never denied that God exists, nor did I prove it. I said, and I quote from my own essay, "God is like the imaginary friend that many people of the world share. He is the companion no one can prove exists, but he may still exist." I'm not bashing God, but I'm not supporting him either. As my friend Sarah would say, I'm walking on the line of neutrality. Long story short, I'm going to hell. Maybe Dave can get me a job...
I've also started on a short story I may or may not use for my short story unit in English class. It's about a serial killer and how she tortures and kills her last victim. I'm going for the whole parallel on the seven deadly sins and good vs. evil thing. Here's a section of it! (I'm going to the guidance office for sure if I use it...)
“From your cousin’s description of you, I knew you would say that. Seems you have quite a problem with your… pride,” she replied. Alfred’s blood ran cold with recognition. Vicky let that same smile from the funeral creep onto her face. “Gotcha.” She left the room only to come back in with a roll of fabric, containing several knives, needles, scalpels, and vials. She opened it up and four wooden legs shot from the corners. It had transformed itself into a table. Alfred was now terrified for his life. She took a pair of black leather gloves off of the table and put them on. Then, she took a dark hair band and tied her hair back. “Let’s begin.” She chose a needle and took out thirty milliliters of a dark blue liquid and injected it into Alfred’s arm. 
I know where I'll be spending my next few weeks if I turn that in! I hate having such controversial things! Life would so much easier if we could just speak freely and have no one care.

There's your picture for the day. It's a really old one from math class last year. I still like it though. It's one of the better ones in the notebook. I never paid (or pay) attention in math. I probably should considering I do poorly on a good portion of the tests...
-Cheers!

New Level of Fangirling!

Okay, so I think my fangirling has gotten out of hand...
Today, I was replying to a comment on Deviantart (alaskanair if you're curious and want to add me to your watch) on my picture of James Fairclough. We had gotten into a little chat about the show. So she mentions that James has a twitter. I immediately ask my mom if I could get a twitter account so I could follow James. (username is AuntieMeredith btw if you want to follow me) I am so glad I did. I got onto Twitter and under my news feed when I logged on a few minutes ago was James duct taped to the wall with the caption, "not easy being the little guy." My life is perfect. Just plain perfect. I love it. So much...

I should probably explain my user name a bit huh? Well, it all started when I needed someone to blame when my P.E. shorts went missing. I blamed the Demon Lord. The Demon Lord was later named Dave because a demon lord needs a name that screams "FEAR ME! I WORK IN A CUBICAL!!" Dave screamed that for me. So through a confusing series of family relations, I became his sister and had three kids (my middle school friends), my drama teacher became our father, I have two other siblings, and Dave got married to my friend Jessica and had twin girls. That was all last year. Since then, Dave has gotten divorced, remarried (to my friend Brianna), and now has another daughter, Jessica, who is dating Dalton. I am then Jessica, Abby, and Roxy's (the twins) Aunt. And technically Dalton's aunt too, even though he's a pathetic excuse of a post it note on the family tree... So I tell them, "Just call me Auntie!" in a voice that scares or amuses them all. So that's the whole auntie and family thing... I also apparently am now married to James Fairclough... I was not aware of this until two days ago (my friends decided for me), but I have no objections... ;) *wink wink*

Here's your picture for the day! This is Sir Francisco from the anime Romeo x Juliet. I love love LOVE this show so much! Francisco is a lady's man and by far the funniest character on the show. It made me cry, that is how good the series is. I highly suggest you watch it. And Fun fact: I am the founder of the Sir-Francisco-FC on deviantart and I wrote my first fan fiction about this show where my character Scarlet and him have a romance. I haven't updated it for close to a year. Go writer's block!
-Cheers!

Knights and Blondes

Boy, have I got a dumb blond story for you. Well, come to think of it, my mom is a fake blond. She's really a mousy brunette, but that's besides the point. Might I preface this story with this is completely true. I did not make up any of this. She is really this stupid.
So earlier tonight, my mom, my brother, and I went to Khol's to get some stuff. The lights in our car were still on when we were walking to the store. My mom also heard a car running, but dismissed both clues. So after about a half hour of getting lost and trying on sweatpants, we went out to the car. We noticed the lights were still on. When we got into the car, I noticed the car was still on. Yes. The car was unlocked and running for half an hour while we were shopping. Slow clap for my brilliant mother. It was so unreal, I still can't believe she was that absent minded or just plain stupid. Then again, it is my mom...

Well, there's your picture for the day. I have recently began watching Full Metal Jousting on the History channel and OH MY GOD IT'S AWESOME!!! Now, I love knights, medieval dresses, and eating with out silverware, so jousting is part of that. The show is fantastic. I'm really rooting for the black team on this one, but Jame Fairclaugh, the 25 year old, 5'10", show jumper, is my favorite by far. He's the smallest of the group, but he packs a punch. I guess that's why they call him "The Hammer". He unhorsed a guy much bigger than him during one of the first practices. That takes skill. I can't wait to see him joust (even though he's on the red team). If I were a spectator at a joust (in a big pretty dress and all that jazz), he would be the knight I would bet on. It could be just like the tournament in Game of Thrones! I would be Sansa (who I was for Halloween) and James would be Sir Loras, except he wouldn't turn out to be gay in the end. Sorry if I just spoiled anything. *sigh* I really miss chivalry, jousts, and royal balls. But I'll get a taste of that this summer during the renascence fair!
-Cheers!

I didn't make call backs... plus a rant on things that annoy me

I'm done being angry and sorry for myself and I've accepted the fact I didn't get called back. I felt like I did a call back worthy job and so did others, but the director didn't think so. I can't help feeling biases against me were part of that. The teacher doesn't have any biases against me, but I just think he favored other people. Even though he called me a "strong young actress" and even though I got an A on my monologue first time around (which is very hard to do, even according to him), I guess it wasn't enough. So, after crying a bit, drowning my sorrows and self pity in mint chocolate ice cream, tea, and videos of Harry Lloyd, I feel much better. And I'm not one of those people who are like, "OMG I TOTALLY DIDN'T MAKE CALL BACKS!!1 OMG MY DIRECTOR IZ SUCH A D-BAG FOR NOT RECOGNIZING MY TRU TALENT!!1!! MY LIFE SUX!!!" No. I refuse to be one of those people. I just let myself feel sorry for myself, angry, and cry a bit, but by an hour or two later, I'm fine. It's the weirdest thing how it just goes away. I'm also not one of those people who think they're the most talented person on earth, when really, I suck more than Kristen Stewart. I know I'm talented, but I also know I have a lot to learn. As my theatre teacher says "having an ego is good, but you can't stop and say 'I'm good enough' or 'I'm the best'. You have to keep improving and know someone out there is better than you and always will be." Well... that was the gist of it. But what really gets my blood boiling more than call back crap is those people who think they're so that, but are really a-holes. I know a guy and used to be friends with one. He thinks he's so cool and he's the best thing since sliced bread and everyone makes fun of him for it. And after doing one scene as a character from a play that went up in the fall, and not even seeing the play, he thinks he did better than the guy that was casted, and he told him so. I really want to punch him in the face for that.
Moral of the story, don't be like that guy. Never stop learning. Someone is always better than you, but that should only push you to try and do better than that person and all the people that are better than them.
Oh and to those who TYPE IN ALL CAPS WHEN THEY'RE MAD AND USE WEIRD SPELLING AND TEXT TALK, CUZ UR TOTES COOLS AND UNIQUE WHEN U DO TIS, OH AND TALENTED TOO, cut it out. Think before you post stupid things like that. It doesn't make you cool or unique, it just makes you look like a stupid whiny little a-hole.

Here's a picture for the day. It's an old one from the other blog. I totally wish I had hair like that.

Oh and I finally watched a show called "Full Metal Jousting" as suggested by my history teacher. It was amazing. If you haven't watched it, do so now.
-Cheers!