My diary: an interactive project. Sort of.

4/1/12

I'm still alive. I know it's been almost a month, and I'm sorry to anyone who may have been waiting for a new chapter. I have just been so out of it recently. There is absolutely no excuse or explanation. I'm just in one of those moods where everything seems to be passing by without anything actually happening. Nothing matters right now, therefore nothing seems important enough to write about. I seriously don't even know what I'm going to say.

Let's start here: Spring break was two weeks ago. I spent the whole time sleeping and spending time with my friends. It was nice. By the time the break arrived I was about ready to hurt someone. It's getting so close to the end of school, and I am so tired of these people. I just want to get away from them. Even my friends are starting to get on my nerves. I've just been around them too long.

So while we are on the topic of people pissing me off, I'll tell you about the school musical. I don't remember if I told you, but F9 got one of the big roles, so of course we had to go see it for him. And to be fair, it wasn't bad. The singers were all pretty good. Also, I got to see V1 spit on 5 times, which was probably my favorite moment of any play ever. But  I did have some criticisms:

-Some of the people couldn't act, and it was obvious that they were only chosen for their voices. ("chosen for their voices" meaning "chosen because they are favorites of the choir teacher, who tried her absolute best to manipulate the casting".)

-One of the main girls did this weird voice that sounded really fake, and it was almost painful to hear her speak.

-The microphones were acting up the whole time, and it was kind of hard to hear.

-The main character came off as a bit psychotic, which isn't necessarily bad, just really, really weird, especially considering I've seen the actor around school, and he always seemed so normal.

-At least two thirds of the cast of the musical were also cast in the play earlier in the year. They try to use the excuse that all of the students in the Production class have to be involved in the play and the musical, but that doesn't explain why some people in production have never been on the stage, only behind the scenes. Only about half of the Production students are favorites, which leaves the other half to work lights and be ushers every time, which has no glory.

- They tried to make a pale blonde guy into a hispanic character, and it looked really fake, which is probably because some of the people on the make up crew were freshmen who don't even wear make up. But that's okay, because their older siblings were big stars at the school a few years ago.

Can you sense my bitterness? 

Another interesting thing was being able to judge the dynamics of the actors and the characters they played. I do my fair share of listening in on conversations and gathering information from F9, so I know that it must have been awkward for some of them. For instance, I know that the girl who played one of the main characters had to pretend to sleep with the guy that her older sister liked to make out with backstage at rehearsal. Which is made even creepier by the fact that the guy is a sophomore and the girl is  a senior.

One last thing, and I'll stop beating this dead horse. So I like my chemistry teacher. He's nice, and he's a good teacher. But one thing that really bothers me is that he plays favorites. Now, the aforementioned sophomore from the play is in Chemistry with my sister, and I've heard that the teacher doesn't like him, seeing as he always ditches class on the test days, especially those that fall on play rehearsal days or show days. Now, the Chemistry teacher went to the play this weekend, and suddenly the student is one of his favorites! For no other reason than that he had a funny character, which is absolutely ridiculous!  Not everything can be forgiven and forgotten just because someone supposedly has talent! And you know what else? He did another accent! He can't act, he just covers it with stupid accents! Every time.