FAME was such an awesome experience, let me tell you. It feels like I spent all summer in rehearsals, but it turns out I only consumed about half of it. Everyone in the show was amazing, and honestly, it wouldn’t have been the same without any one of the kids in it.
This is the only show where I actually cried when it closed. I don’t know what it was about this particular one, since all of the other shows I’ve performed have been wonderful, too. I guess it’s different when all of your cast members are other teens. We spent what felt like all summer together, drilling harmonies and dance steps, sweating together, failing together, and ultimately sharing the triumph of showing the world what we learned–six times over.
I must say, there was an abundance of funny moments behind the scenes. I probably couldn’t count them all, but as an example of how many there were, someone created a group on Facebook for all of the funny things said and done by us; the idea to put everything in one place was probably one of the greatest revelations of all time. Actually, at our closing night cast party, we presented the director with a scrapbook containing photos and Funny quotes. I think he found it pretty awesome, and now they’re going to make copies of it for cast members.
(SIDE NOTE: I’m not really reading what I’m saying because if I do, this will never get published. So, I apologize for flow, run-ons, and anything else that wouldn’t have occurred if I hadn’t been to lazy to proofread.)

So on closing night, all of our memorable costumes were being put away…props moved…striking sets…I was hanging out with my friend who had come to see the show.
One of my guy friends had been crying earlier and his face was heartbreaking, but amazingly I didn’t join him. I was walking with my audience friend across the stage…and I saw the empty theatre…and still didn’t cry. But for some reason, when I turned to her to comment on it, the waterfall turned on.
And actually, it was nice to join the few of us mourning the end of the show, because I had wanted to cry before that but couldn’t bring myself to do it. It was awesome to be able to show how much I missed the show (even though I hadn’t left yet. )
After everyone else was pretty much gone, Bekah and I hung out with two of our friends on the stage; one was really emotional (the crying boy I mentioned earlier) and the other was totally just not. XD Hanging out with both of them was rather interesting and really fun; we relived a couple of FAME moments, performing dazzling numbers with just the four of us. The non-emotional friend performed his solo in the most outrageous, exaggerated way possible and managed to make me laugh in the middle of my singing (yet again…there was literally not one day/night that went by where he didn’t make me laugh XD).
Personally I don’t think I could have asked for any better way to close this amazing, wonderful, supermegafoxyawesomehot show.

Aside from that, hmm………….

Welllllll about a month ago (I think its a month) we were given one month to move out of our house by our landlords. A single month to move the rambunctious seven of us with all of our stuff and a dog out of the house we’d been living in for nine and a half years? Interesting situation. We started looking for houses the minute we found out we had to move. We didn’t find one until a few days ago, so in the meantime we’ve been living with my uncle and little cousins.
You know, I’ve always thought it would be a fascinating adventure to be forced to live in the same house with another family, but I didn’t really picture it being like this. I honestly can’t really pinpoint what the difference is between my fantasy and our real-life situation but it’s been…interesting, I must say. Actually, I was wondering when I was going to have one of those revelations where I realize that your imagination is nothing like reality; I was beginning to worry that it wasn’t going to happen. Anyway, it’s definitely not been as bad as it could be…we’re not always in the same place at once, and sharing things like food and stuff like that hasn’t been too difficult.
We only brought with us the absolute necessities…all of our other belongings are still in storage. What this means for me is that for clothes, I’m literally living out of a box, I don’t have my camera charger (oops!) and worst of all, there’s no piano. Our uncle used to have one, but he sold it to a student at the Academy of Arts in SF. Recently he said that he would buy a keyboard if I could teach his girls to play.
He’s been asking me for the longest time to teach my cousins piano, and every time he asks I say technically I could, but he might want to wait a year or two to have them start lessons. Yet, he keeps asking me, and he bought a keyboard without me saying anything. I’m assuming he just purchased it so he could have one in the house, because I hope this doesn’t mean that I’m obligated to teach two girls who are too young to start learning piano.
We messed around with it a bit when it was first bought, but now none of us are able to play it. This is because the stand that they got for it is missing everything except the main black supports. So now the sad little keyboard is resting in peace under my uncle’s bed–cool story, right?
Oh, and you might be wondering why it is we had to move. Well, apparently the landlords (who lived in Missouri) decided to move back in. I suspect that their reasons for moving back in might–just might, nobody knows–have something to do with their lack of desire to have us in their house anymore. This would be perfectly understandable, considering the nature of our family. There are some things I admit maaayyyy be our fault (like the grass in the backyard being fully lifeless), but there are apparently things we were being falsely blamed for, like a certain crack by the fireplace or something like that. Anyway, I think this move could be a good thing for us–we were lazier than heck when it came to our stuff in the old house, and dad has decided that it’s not going to be like that anymore, starting with my uncle’s house and continuing into our next home.
The house we’re moving into only has three bedrooms (since one was converted into an office), but they’re big enough to be satisfactorily comfortable. Bekah and I will be sharing one and the younger three the other, which shouldn’t bee too much of a problem considering the amount of time my brother already spends with Annah and Alaynah.

We’re also going to public school for the first time in life, and it starts in three days. I’m a bit nervous to say the least, but I’m hoping, praying, and planning that it won’t be toooo bad. I just hope my laziness doesn’t cause me to fail, and that I can keep some kind of faith and discernment through the…I was influenced enough by some of the FAME kids, I don’t need any more garbage taking up valuable brain space.

Ttyl,
Sarah G

p.s. I FINALLY FINISHED A USABLE UPDATE

^That, and I’m usually on Facebook at the same time.

Anyway, I figured I would enjoy the small triumph of completing this post (which has taken since February to take shape) and publish it for you to enjoy reading as much as much as I enjoyed writing. XD

I can’t think of any good, unique closing, so I’ll just say Sincerely Yours,

Me.

Sigh, although looking back, the switch from summer mode to school mode was kind of gradual, it feels so much more abrupt than it was. Ooh, I smell beans. No, no, focus, Sarah. Anyway, it probably felt much quicker because even though we knew we were going back to our education, that pale, ghostly vision suddenly became a reality last Friday. And it really wasn’t that bad! I know, a shock, right? Oh, and for those of you who don’t already know this, I am a freshman this year. I expected it to be a lot worse, but the worst part is the homework, which also is not as hard as it seems. Basically, for me, the main reason why I end up with late homework is because I really need to work on my time management. And I know from experience that the source of most procrastination, at least for me, is the constant mentality of “I can always do it later.” Well, I am trying to change that this year. (Said the hypocrite. I probably could be doing something more useful than blogging right now.) Anyway, we’ll see how that goes.

Now, you may be wondering why I haven’t been blogging very much recently. Ever heard of social networking? It’s where I can post stuff almost like the material on this website, except I can make fairly certain everyone sees it. (MBWAHAHAHAHA.) There is a disadvantage, however. You may have noticed how much stuff I put into one post on here. It is a LOT. (On a side note, a lot is two words. Think about the word “lot” by itself. It’s a large area, correct? So you can have “A Lot” of something. Not alot. Alot is not a word. Pay attention to spell check. Two words. A. Lot.) But the social networks only allow a small amount of characters. Twitter, I believe, is 160, and Facebook is 420, for example. So if I had something enormous to say like in one of my blog posts, I would have to use like twenty thousand different posts, and twenty thousand is a lot. So, that is a big advantage that blogging has over social networks. The advantage that social networks have is that with blogging, you never know if anyone is actually reading what you write. You could be the only person outside of oblivion who even has heard of your site. Updates are much easier on social networks because not very many people want or expect to read a blog post that’s only a 420 character tidbit. Of course, maybe you don’t get much enjoyment out of seeing me ramble on, either. Shall I cease? Maybe, maybe not…maybe…maybe not, maybe, maybe not, maybe. Maybe not.

Now the word maybe sounds and looks weird. Weird, weird, weird. If you think about it, certain words, if said or written repeatedly start to sound like a foreign language. Have you ever experienced that? Maybe; music; weird; yes; even names like Sarah. Well, I suppose Sarah is Hebrew, but still, not often does one consciously think about it sounding that way.

I don’t know how long this post is so far, but I guess I shall find out once it’s published…which, if you’re reading it, it is. Anyway, at the moment I don’t think I have much further to say, and if I did, I wouldn’t say it yet because this post is already at least medium length as it is, plus a lot of my brain power as it pertain to writing is already exhausted so I probably couldn’t think of a way to say it, anyway.

That was a fairly good rambling run-on, was it not? Well, I have to do dishes, so I have to go, anyway.* Talk to you later, my beloved Internet audience.

*Ever notice how many times this word pops up in my posts?? Me too…

Conclusion of blog post for third day of summer.

~~Sarah

Day 4 of summer:
It was very windy earlier. It does not appear to be so now, but it may be cool outside.
I do not recommend today:
Hmm…well, I do not recommend leaving papers outside unsupervised.
I do recommend today:
I do recommend eatin’ chili, which is what I’m about to do right now!
Today’s News:
My sisters and I went outside to paint. Nothing fancy, just a little something creative to do together. Well, unfortunately, as i mentioned, it was very windy. The bottles of acrylic paint we had were all practically empty, so we couldn’t use those as paperweights. I had quite a time with trying to use Alaynah’s shoe, a rock, and some paint bottles, but not necessarily at the the same time, although now that I think about it…
Anyway, that was kind of fun. I designed something that looked really nice in pen, but not so much in paint. Oh, well, I guess I just need more practice.

And now it’s time for another one of my lists!
Good Things About Summer Break
–Lots of free time
–No homework
–Nice weather
Not-so-good Things About Summer Break
–Not getting to see friends as often (cue Facebook…)
–More time to do–dunh dunh dunh–housework…
–Wondering about the next school year.

Well, I suppose that’s it, until tomorrow. Or at least, I think tomorrow.

Conclusion of blog post for fourth day of summer.

~~Sarah

I noticed last night that since I got on Facebook, I have been somewhat neglecting my blog. Because almost everyone I know is on there, it almost didn’t seem necessary to blog, but I couldn’t abandon this forever, could I?

No.

The answer is no.

Anyway, if nothing else, one advantage I have with blogging is that there is no character limit for a post. ‘Cause that would be stupid for a blog, that’s why.

So, first off, we finished our play. It was performed on May 13-15, and I must say, it was better than I thought it would be. Performances always are. We laughed, we cried, it moved us, Bob. Well, okay, I don’t remember any crying. Actually, I just remember a whole lot of laughing. Goofing off backstage: an activity in which everyone participated. Generally, we kind of had to be quiet (gasp!) so as soon as a song came up, we lip-synced whilst choreographing cheesy moves. Good times, good times. Among things that happened onstage: During a scene change in which I was supposed to play piano I began playing the Wedding March instead of the Funeral March (but fixed it), the kid who played Harry got his foot stuck under a couch behind the set on all three performances, a gravestone got left in the living room on the second performance, and on the last one the cash register was nowhere to be found. Oh, the joys of live performance! You never know what’s going to happen. It’s rather exciting.

On the final night, I felt very weird because 1) it was the only night we stayed very late, and 2) obviously, after that, it was over. It was quite saddening, actually, but we ended up seeing everybody again later and probably will over the summer. I suppose that was what gave me that weird feeling: that during the production of the play, everybody got to know everyone else and it seemed on the last performance that it was the end, even though we knew we would see each other at the cast party.

Our director, Amalia Dobbins, either left or is leaving to take a trip around the world, so on closing night we spoofed a song from the play called “Wonderful Places” for her. She will be missed but our new director is very good as well and I am looking forward to having him next year.

Speaking of performance, I also performed in the beginning of this month in a dance recital for the city entitled A Tribute To Dance. The number in which I performed was called All That Fosse; ours was the smallest group class, but that was actually kind of cool. My teacher is awesome and the fellow dancers are all very talented and fun to work with. I made a couple of mistakes here and there, but overall it was very good. Among the dances performed were salsa, Bollywood, hip-hop, and modern dance, to mention a few. As I have said many, many times already, I adore performing live. It’s exciting and you actually get to see your audience.

As far as “regular” school goes, I am glad that it’s over. I was pleasantly surprised to find that, as opposed to my worry of getting average or below in narrative writing, both Rebekah and I got A++, 160/100 in that class! And I know for a fact that everyone in the American history class got A’s. I am sorry to say that I have not yet received my grade in physical science, and I honestly don’t know what it is, save to say I hope I did not fail…

But does summer ever really start? With all of the personal negligence on the part of we children, there is much housework to be done, and I cannot say it is the most enjoyable thing in the world. I am seeing weekends of summer cleaning in my future. Well, hopefully by the end of summer we’ll have adopted better habits.

And speaking of habits, you may or may not know that for a very long time I have had the habit of biting my nails. I’ve tried to stop it, but the longest I’ve ever stopped was probably two or three days, maybe not even that. I noticed, however, that I tend to chew them the most when I seemingly have nothing else to do (e.g. cleaning my room does not count in the mind of a typical kid. Okay, so maybe I’m not an entirely typical kid, but still). Sometimes I do it absentmindedly when listening to or watching something. Paint my nails? Nope, I usually just peel it off anyway. No-Bite? I just curl my tongue back so I don’t taste it. Hot peppers? Hmm. Haven’t tried that one…

Well, I believe that is all I have to say for now, save for this:

Goodbye and happy summer!

I wish I could be outside right now. It looks comfortably cool and sort of a light gray. Not the gloomy kind of gray that comes with winter evenings, but the one like in fall afternoons. Perfect for walking in circles around the backyard.
Just saying.
Rico is asleep on the patio. I keep looking at him and thinking, “Gosh, that’s me right now.” I’m not extremely tired, but for some reason sleep seems nice at the moment.
I keep forgetting to tell you, the grass on our backyard has gotten out of hand, to say the least. The very least. So it has in the front, but Dad got that taken care of this past weekend.
But that practical shrubbery in the backyard is enough to scare the you-know-what out of anyone. And if anyone out there thinks it’s their fault, it isn’t. Period.
Anyhow, a couple of days ago Dad and Bekah got started on mowing it. They would have started earlier, but apparently we only had use of a non-electric lawn mower, which did practically nothing. But the newer one worked a lot better. At some point before that, Rebekah had begun to cut a certain patch, which took a while but since she was armed with nothing but scissors did not do as much as the lawn mower, which got through about a fifth of the grass.

p.s. Happy Birthday, Kayla, because this post was started on April 19th, even though it wasn’t posted until April 21st.

Well, today I am writing about something so painfully ordinary you may not even want to read it.

Yes, I probably should have saved the warning for the end.

Now it doesn’t even matter what the heck I’m writing about.

The thing I’m writing about is the fact that I am bored, but that probably no longer matters, as I’m having a little bit of fun with this post.

My fourteenth birthday is in two weeks, but I’m not so much worried about turning fourteen as I am about starting high school.

DUNH DUNH DUNH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I know. That was random.

But it was fun.

Why am I separating every other sentence, you ask? I’ll tell you the short answer, which is

I don’t know.

I guess it just looks cool.

Sigh.

Huff.

Cough.

Achoo.

MBWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

That was random, as well.

I think I should stop before this post gets completely lost following the winding trail of random.

Wow.

Gosh.

Hmm.

Huh.

What? It’s fun, okay?

Plus, it’s completely harmless, except

mabi too thah dateereorashin uv my brayne.

Nah.

The news from that limerick city
Though not abnormally pretty
And though sometimes random,
Like toads on a tandem,
Is needed, though quite itty-bitty.

“Toor rul lol loo, gammon and spinnage, the frog he wouldn’t, and high cockolorum.”–Jack Dawson (a.k.a. the Artful Dodger), Oliver Twist.

Something beautiful is about to occur.

THE END.

There it went.

Wow. What an original way to start a post.

Just wanted to let my Readers know that you may be seeing a whole lot more poetry here, but I will also be blogging about the events, occurrences, happenings and goings-on in our house, which I am sure you look forward to all the time. =)
Also, I may be putting some news into poem form. Not the Limericksville ones, which are fiction, but our personal news.
Pretty neat, huh? =)
I may sometimes be labeling any poetry Fiction or Non-fiction if it isn’t obvious.
Fine, I know that some pretty fictional things happen around here, but I’ll label any that look like news or whatever.

Remember, most of my poetry is fiction and most of what is true on here is not poetry, it was just an idea.

Yes, I am just dragging this out so it’s not this little bitty thing that nobody pays notice to.

Unless it were abnormally itty bitty.

Which would be neat, but I simply haven’t the time.

Goodbye.

Wow, what an original way to end a post.

The thing in the food, it quite startled the dude,
Who never ate cashews or walnuts
The thing in the pie, it disgusted the guy
Not allergic, but just hated all nuts.

It was not a pie nut, nor bolt or a screw. But
The man had to give up his pie
For if he had ate it (on this he debated)
He, most likely, surely would die.

The object has never been seen since forever
We still do not care what it was,
I suppose that the guy, who supposed he would die,
Had to give up his treat just because.

(What the chap didn’t know:
It was just some burned dough.)

I’ll have some more later, but right now I have to get ready to leave for science.