To escape the clock.

Postponing sleep is like quicksand-you will almost always succumb and sink below the surface.

However, that is exactly what I am trying my utmost hardest to avoid. I have to be up and rolling in a solid two hours to feed the homeless. We're long past the point of sleeping now.

You see, normally, I snatch all the extra hours I can get to sleep in, seeing as I don't get to do it nearly as much as I'd like to anymore. Though tonight, that was a different matter entirely. For my friend's birthday we ended up celebrating it classic indie city style- The Rocky Horror Picture Show. At first, I was extremely wary. I've read The Perks of Being a Wallflower and all that, so I was fully aware of what I was about to waltz my way into, or so I thought. As it turns out, nothing can prepare you for an experience that that of attending a shadow casted movie where transvestites roam the night and girls walk around in underwear. Pretty much, I went just to appease everyone else.

Let me just say- THOSE WERE THE STRANGEST TWO HOURS OF MY LIFE. However, now I have that experience under my belt, so I feel a little bit more street-smart. I laughed, I gaped in horror, and best of all-I met a bunch of characters. It's safe to say I'll probably never go back.

Oh, would you look at that-It's Valentines day as of four hours ago.

To whoever is reading this: Have a good one. The world is filled with lovely things.

Ferris Bueller Would Be Proud.

This week started out slowly, stretching slowly out in front of me like a hundred acres. Today is Wednesday, AKA- the absolute middle of the school week. Marilyn and I finally reached our breaking points this morning. We had actually pulled into her parking space by the auditorium doors when she said, "God, Katy, can't I just go home and skip today?" She of course was just being sarcastic, but I took what she said a little more seriously. "Okay," I said, refusing to get out of the car. "Let's skip." It took a solid five minutes of bantering and scheming to get her to put the car in reverse. Somehow, God only knows how, I got her to be a little rebellious.

Now please keep in mind that I truly have been overall a pretty good kid this year. Last semester I didn't even cut class once. This is major improvement for me compared to second semester of Sophomore's 8 days. But hey, think of it as a mental health day. I mean, really, what would Ferris Bueller do?

The way I see it, a little skipping here and there is practically essential. If we don't take the time to do something mischievous every now and then, we get wound to tightly. And you never know when you'll snap, or spontaneously combust.

Two quotes that have been on my mind recently-

"The course of true love gathers no moss."

"We're all bizarre...some of us are just better at hiding it, that's all."-The Breakfast Club

A composition of my Friday night.

After a particularly gruesome week my two friends and I decided we needed a Friday Night Escape. As always, I was in charge of deciding just how we would kill the hours. Due to a serious need of an improvement in my winter wardrobe, I chose the mall. 

Now let me tell you, some of these sales people are just plain creepy. I'm pretty sure some of them would actually sell a body part just for you to buy something. Oh, and what kind of horrible world do we live in where a mall closes at nine? 

By the time we actually came home it was around midnight. I'd reached the much-coveted moment in fatigue when you actually become delirious. Every word that came out of my mouth seemed to be coated in golden hilarity. Before one, I was out cold, still in my jeans.

Random conversation of the day-

I haven't had one yet, everyone is still asleep.

Random thought of the day-

Why do owls look so wise?

Little Dreams.

Why hello there world.
You're looking quite lovely today.



Lately everything has been spinning 'round so quickly. I barely have time to read, let alone sleep.
Complaint over.

Lately I've also learned that it takes a few things to get the job done.

Work-
Most of the time you don't just wake up skilled and wonderful, well-rounded and dazzling. You have to work for it, cultivate it. With practice comes performance.

Help-
We can't make it alone. DUH. God, where would I be without backup? Well, I'd probably be lost and hungry.

Inspiration-
You've got nothing without it.
Might as well roll back over in bed for the rest of the day.

Away.

The computer at my mother's house is broken, so I won't be posting often until it's fixed.

Update on my life:
The free days I once clung to so desperately have all disappeared. Seriously, I'm lucky to finish my homework on time nowadays. Welcome to LIFE, Katy. My time is split between school, Theater, friends, reading, writing, and sleeping.


My phone was also broken since, well, around the time that school started. The replacement came in the mail around two days ago. It was kind of nice, being cut off from the world for a few months. The silence was much appreciated and I'm sure the once again incessant ringing of my phone will take some getting used to.

I've been gone for so long that I don't even know where to begin. Maybe I can manage to squeeze in another entry tomorrow.

Random thought of the day-
Horses frighten me.

Random conversation of the day-
Dad- Katy, your nails are chipped!
Me- Um...yeah.

Say what?

Two entries in a row, huh?


Callbacks aren't for a few more days. So there's that.


Today I went to the mall and bought Identical and a red hat from Forever 21. God, I could live in that store, well, that and Urban Outfitters. The only downside to this otherwise altogether inspiring trip was one of the girls who I went with.


I don't want to get into details. For one thing, it would take a bazillion years to type that all out another is the fact that I'm not so sure that someone I know won't stumble upon my blog. I know, call coward.

God. Freaking walking stereotypes. Don't they upset you?


Have I ever mentioned my cat on here before? I love her to death, even if she is a little...off. Her name, ironically, is Lu Lu. She's a lovely little thing, but she does have a bit of a problem. As a kitten she was spayed. The medication they doped her up with made her naturally a little loony. The poor dear drools when you pet her and never seems quite coherent, or able to understand what's going on around her. And yet, everyone in my family seems to love her despite her strangeness.

Right now she's climbing me like a mountain, licking my face with a dreamy expression as she attempts to balance on my shoulder. It's not working out so well for her.

Random thought of the day-
I should buy a red dress to go with my hat. I'm thinking it'll look lovely, very home wrecker(ish).

eleven days

Let's jump into this.


I know this blog has been practically vacant for the past two weeks(ish). Here's what I've been up to-

1. Sleeping
2. Getting ready for auditions
3. Eating Chick Fil A
4. Going to a concert
5. Going to an Art Museum
6. Reading books
7. Screening calls
8. Drinking Coke


Today was Audition Day for our upcoming musical. This is also commonly known as- THE MOST FRIGHTENING DAY OF THE YEAR. Yepp, there's no sugar coating it. Your knees are sure to knock.

The class had never looked sharper. Seriously, these kids clean up well! The guys looked absolutely debonair in their black suits and ties. While us girls looked perfectly polished in out black dresses, skirts, and dress pants. I stood in the midst of them all, absorbing, clad in my black vintage skirt, dress flats, and green v-neck. We did our usual warm-ups, then took our seats in the auditorium. One by one we got up, introduced ourselves to the judge, performed out monologues, and sang our songs.


The room was too quiet. Quiet enough for you to hear the shallow breathing of those around you. I was shaking like a leaf. Honestly, I have no problem jumping up on that stage and acting, but it's the singing that really gets to me. I DO NOT SING. But today, I did. Really, I was hoping my monologue would over shadow my inability to carry a tune, but sadly, I don't think I cut it.

So I did it, I jumped on a chair, screamed at the audience, pulled my hair out, attempted to do Sweet Charity's Big Spender justice, then politely pranced off the stage. Somehow, I don't think it was enough. Maybe I should have pulled my hair out more, or shed a tear or two. Oh well, it's over now.


Or so I thought.

Word on the street is, our Theatre teacher is kicking some people out of our class. If you're not good enough, you get the boot. Mercy is something we only dream of.

Hopefully, I'll know where I stand tomorrow.




Random thought of the day-
I will carve pumpkins this year.

Random conversation of the day-
Friend- I got 15 minutes of sleep last night!
Me- Oh...that's nice?