writer, dreamer, other: La La La A Blogpost.

This is my first ever blog post in the morning!

Those were fireworks, if you couldn't tell.

In reality, I usually blog at night after the day has gone by and I'm in a critical/repellent mood. But today I woke up at 7:43 with NO SCHOOL. Insert MORE fireworks below!

Okay, seriously, I'm done with the firework thing. I suck at drawing.

Anyway, I decided to blog early! I've been absent over the past few days. You probably thought my mom was giving birth sometime this week but she's still extremely pregnant. And contracting. As in, having contractions. It's fun to say.

My mother is contracting!

So, I thought I better get my butt back on board and put up a post. Yes, that's right, it's mega post time with a little crazy thrown in. Most of these pictures are increasingly random and confusing. Like my life. With that, said, onward.

This is Addison.
Well, at the moment she's Addison.
My sister has many alter egos.
Gladison. Madison. Plaidison when she's wearing all plaid (It's happened more than once in my home). Radison when she's particularly awesome.
And BADISON, which is probably her real self because she is it so much. Also, Addison is only when she's in an addition mood.

My parents clearly did not think through every level of her name.

I'm a slave to online french.

This is just one example of the things I find at my school.

The kids at the after school program trying to be mimes.

Still trying to be mimes.

In a slight moment of insanity (the good kind), the woman in charge told me we were making caramel apples with the kids. They took it very seriously, those baking fiends.

This poster just bothers me a little bit.

I made an apple for myself.

And then made one for my mother because she's pregnant and all.

Note - yes, I am only nice to my mother when she's extremely pregnant.

Note - just kidding, I'm nice ALL THE TIME.

Note - Don't believe anything I just said.

Pause on the blog reading for un moment. In my Short Stories class, (should it be capitalized? Sure. Sure.) we have to read many-a short stories and usually we crank out a bazillion analysi a week. I don't really like that aspect of the class, considering I can't write anything non-fictive without crashing and burning and imploding. But, this time we got to read The Lady or the Tiger by Frank Stockton.

In my opinion, the story wasn't very good. It's only four pages and extremely wordy. Like the author was writing and decided:

Anyway, the story is about a barbaric king who catches her daughter with her lover. When any law is broken in the land, the accused must go into an arena thing and open one of two doors. A lovely lady will come our or a tiger. Immediate happiness or death.

So the lover goes into the arena and looks up at the princess as if to ask her 'which door?' And she points to the right one. He goes to open it and -

and that's it. The writer goes on to write about human nature and if the princess made him open the door with a lady because she wanted him to live a happy life, even if it was without her, or made him open the door with a tiger because he was hers alone. So we had to finish the story.

One girl in my class chose the door with the lady. Three chose the tiger.

That left to of us who refused to conform to the story choices. My friend made the man open the door and the lady walked out. The lover was overjoyed and kissed his new bride. The princess was TICKED that he was SO HAPPY and went down and opened the other door so the LION came out and killed EVERYONE in the arena.

Nicely done.

And then I chose that the man opened the door - and a lion jumped out at him. But, alas, it was the decapitated lion's head. The Princess has used one of the secret passage ways to kill the lion before hand. She comes out the door (I guess she killed the other lady, too) and then kills her barbaric father and they live happy ever after the end.

And then I had play practice. The play is in one week. From today. On Monday we were supposed to have our lines memorized, but we still are not yet even close to that.
So we planned to do something outside of our director's teachings (I don't know what word to use there - guidance, maybe?) and do out own little read-through.