Happy Mother's Day!!!

For all the mothers out there, this day is for you. Crappy or wonderful, endlessly flawed or nearly perfect, your parentage has created the people of the world. *Shrugs* Yes, that sounds obvious (like some of those math properties like "a=a" or something), but that means a lot in the great scheme of things. And you know, as weird as it is, I had a dream last night (a seemingly long dream, you know the kind) that I was going to be a mother. And it terrified me. But all the same, the thought of bringing this little person into the world just amazed me, made me wonder, even through all the flat-out proven science, how such a thing could be possible. I don't know if I want to have children. I KNOW I'm only fifteen, that this isn't the time of my life where I have to make that decision, but the thoughts and questions about my future still swirl around in my head. SO the point I'm trying to make here is that if I do become a mother, in ten years or twenty, I hope I'm as good a mommy as mine has been. I love you, Mama.

~Josie

Hello, World!!!!

HELLO, ALL!!!! I was inspired to blog again after I realized--after I wrote for an hour straight in my diary last night--that my blog had been sadly ignored since the middle of March! Basically Cabaret ruled my life from mid-March until......well, now, and I am WIPED and DEPRESSED. I mean, not in a serious way--it hsn't really hit me that the show is OVER and the seniors of this year will never, ever, EVER be performing on that stage in a musical again. I'm worried when it will I won't be able to stop crying.

Anyway, I miss the blogosphere. And............yea, enough said about that.

I also hope to add more of my writing to this blog, which may or may not interest some of you, but I am itching for some feedback on various things. So if you have a critique, good or bad (but not bitchy), feel free to add it. See, blogs are actually PERFECT for writing--comments are like little spaces for simple critiques, if that made any sense whatsoever. :-)

See y'all around!

~Josie

Stringwood

Wow, that might possibly be my most boring blog post title yet. Then again, for those of you who haven't heard my numerous stories revolving around my awesome, challenging, somewhat dorky, and altogether SWEET string quartet camp............well, "Stringwood" is a pretty interesting word for a post title.

Lately, I figured I should write a bit about this camp, since I think about it at least weekly, if not more. Something about the two summers I've gone has really stuck with me, which, considering I never dreamed I'd ever be going to some random two-week summer camp where I play my viola five hours a day, makes me stop and blink for a nice second. I started viola when I was in fifth grade, and originally wanted to play the violin...........HAAAAAAAAHA. I wouldn't trade playing viola for any other instrument........except maybe cello. Here, I'll let y'all in on a funny orch dork thing: every string-player wants to be a cellist. I swear to the heavenly Parents. Just recently I've fallen in love with the sound of the cello. I think it started this past summer, in early June, when I went to Stringwood for the second year in a row. The cellist in my quartet--an all girls quartet, mind you, which got to be veeeeeeerrrrrrrrrry interesting--was super super super amazing, and occasionally we practiced in the same room. Well, she would play the Bach cello suite--you probably know it, it's incredibly famous, not to mention GORGEOUS--and one other piece, and I would literally just stop practice myself to listen to her play. It was the most beautiful thing I've heard in my life, no kidding. It's like..................ah, I don't know, I can't describe it, really....only string-players can fully understand what I'm talking about. But that's okay. Everyone else can just imagine it all. :-)

But anyway.

Stringwood is, in a nutshell, a two-week string quartet camp in the southern part of the state where the only thing on your car's GPS is white space. More specifically, it's where you eat, play your instrument, have free time, practice by yourself, eat, have majorly fun group activites such as rock climbing or looking for wildlife, play some more, eat, maybe play a little more, and then have either free time for two hours till bed OR do the night activities, which are my favorites, like the night hike or the bonfire or just lying on the ground and watching the stars form the constellations. And all that's NOT counting the "field trips" you get when you perform in the towns or get to go to a LIVE RADIO SHOW (thank you, Stringwood '08!) and all that amazing jazz. Or classical. Whatever. (Pardon my lame string jokes--they're just too much fun to pass up.) So there's your introduction to the place I called home for two weeks out of my past two summers; I'll have more on it later. Man, do I have some great memories from SW!!!

By the way, the attached pic is from my first year.........and even stalkers wouldn't be able to depixelify (?) (me likey said word) it enough to see who's who, so yes. :-)

~Josie

Happy Valentine's Day 2009

Some people choose to be cynical; some people choose to be sappy. I lean a little towards the sappy side, but I just want to send my happiest vibes out there to all my friends and people I adore. You all mean waaaaaaaaaay too much to me. :-) Love ya.

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xoxo,

Josie

Cast Party

So I went to my first cast party two weekends ago (the 31st to Feb. 1st, in case, like me, you are date-challenged). I've been in Upper School shows since seventh grade, but it was never really appropriate for me to go, especially as a seventh-grader in contrast to a bunch of seniors....yea. So this was my first one, and it was AMAZING!!!
Understand that I mean that in not a completely positive nor completely negative way. There were both good and bad aspects to this shindig, but the bad pieces were really trivial. It was definitely worth it.
Bad parts: Me getting pissed off at a sophomore kid who....well, he's quite immature, and doesn't know WHEN to STOP--he makes a huge deal out of things, and then will blame other people for making a mountain out a frickin' molehill. And he was just being especially obnoxious during Blazing Saddles, which made ME upset because A) he would not shut his megaphonic trap as I so kindly asked him to; B) he was directly aiming at me at one point, and C) I LOVE the movie Blazing Saddles, dammit!!! (I left because he brought it to a point where I truly believe from the bottom of my cold-towards-obnoxiousness heart that I would have slapped him had I not left.)
Good parts: Watching Blazing Saddles in the basement of C.'s house; having a venting session with two awesome people, a junior and senior, after the infuriating incident with that sophomore kid; being comfortable in my pajamas and slipper socks for the entire night; eating junk food whenever I wanted; playing Taboo, underclassmen against upperclassmen (we beat the seniors' and juniors' asses!!), and Imaginiff (if you have never played that game, you are seriously missing out on LIFE). And yes. It was just a great time.

So I'm done now. MUCH MUCH more to come today to update y'all on my life (yes, it still is in existence....). There is so much to tell, dahlings!!
~Josie