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Hokay. Last post at this username. Finally. All new posts will be at sonorously. If you haven't already friended me there, then do so.

I'm staying in L.A. instead of moving. Well, for only a few months more anyways, thanks to a little thing called the California High School Proficiency Examination. The test is in March, and if my results say I'm cool in April, I'm free as a bird and most importantly school-less and guilt-free for two months. Oh, the possibilities.

Oh, and my Medi-cal gets me free therapy. Cha! Not that I really need therapy or anything, but I like free. Free is good (and so are bananas).

Oh whhhhyy did my father get freeee Seeee's trufffffles from work? I will die a See's chocolately truffffffled death! Woes.

And I still have to tell my dad that I want high school to ____ with a stick of dynamite in a castle far far away where no one can hear it ____ and I choose college instead. College in Lakeport, that is. Okay, I did sort of tell him before, but it was more of a "I'm possibly sort of if it works out to kinda sorta but not really and I'm just thinking about it move back to Lakeportpleasedon'thurtme." Between the two semesters I plan to move, so basically in less than two weeks. My Santa Monica High School English teacher weeps.

Consequently, this means I need to take all my finals a week early.
And now for something completely different:
1. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Special:Random
The first article title on the page is the name of your band.
2. http://www.quotationspage.com/random.php3
The last four words of the very last quote is the title of your album.
3. http://www.flickr.com/explore/interesting/7days/
The third picture, no matter what it is, will be your album cover.
4. Use your graphics program of choice to throw them together, and post it in your own journal.

I saw Sweeney Todd. I loved it.

I saw the Doctor Who Christmas special, loved it, but I just realized how straight ten is, and it's annoying (although ten is still my personal favorite).

I have claimed House M.D. as a television show I'm devoted to.

I received presents: socks, slippers, a purse, a massive book, money, and A SONIC SCREWDRIVER.

I love David Tennant. No, SERIOUSLY.

Just watch.

Ah, Christmas. Well, nothing's really going on with Christmas yet, just a SUPER CHEAP FAKE TREE we got in Latinoland.

Anyway, I have other random news. To the best of my knowledge, the upcoming movie Seventeen with Zac Efron is being filmed at my school. Every girl in school was squeeing nonstop. I'll watch it just to be like, "I went to that school, bitches." Except I think Rebel Without a Cause was filmed there as well, so I got nothing.

Oh yeah, I've been watching so much Doctor Who it's not even funny. I love it so much. I love David Tennant. Why has he been in almost nothing (excluding Casanova, which was wonderful because it was like softporn British television with David Tennant, and girls were all, "You're handsome." and he'd be all, "Yes I am. My name is Casanova. I have come from Venice. I have come to have sex with your family.")?

I KNOW YOU'VE HEARD IT, SO I'M NOT EVEN GONNA SAY IT. I'M JUST SO INCREDIBLY HAPPY ABOUT IT.

CANON, BITCHES. CANON.

Okay, I think that's done. Wait, who am I kidding? A pairing I absolutely love is confirmed by the author! This NEVER happens! I swear, days later (maybe even weeks later), I will still be squeeing about this event. I am going to attend the Harry Potter Club at my school, and make sure everyone knows that I called it, and they (because they're probably all into het) didn't.

The only thing is, I'm starting to grieve over R/S being not so canon. At one point, R/S was at least solid fanon, and now it seems like it's very far from it. A part of me wants someone it ask her about it so I can know for sure, but then there wouldn't be any mystery or possibility about it. Sigh.

*singsong* I have a ps2, I have a ps2! Yay! And I'm playin' KH2!

In other news: Sleuth. I'm going to keep it short. The acting was great sometimes, okay others, but I enjoyed it immensely because it was the gayest gay that ever did gay and Jude Law looked so fucking sexy. This movie owns Wilde's ASS. As for plot, I was slightly disappointed, but other things made up for it.

IAN MCKELLEN IS SOLD OUT! WHAAAAAA!!

I hope they all have understudies!

Guess who's going to be in King Lear and The Seagull at UCLA? GUESS.

Give up?

SIR IAN MCKELLEN.

SWEENEY TODD.

IT'S HERE.

I CAN'T EVEN BREATHE.

I WHACKED A GOOGLE. I FUCKING WHACKED A GOOGLE.

On second thought, is this feat nearly impossible or really easy and I missed the memo?

P.S. Is there a safe way to post what I found without taking away the phrase's googlewhacked status? Possibly involving many exclamation points and parenthesis?

The audition went well, or as well as I could have hoped because I wasn't really conscious during my monologue. The audience was all blurry and stuff. I didn't screw up my lines, at least. Oh, and because I volunteered to go first and it was my first time doing a monologue in front of people ever, I get an automatic callback. I feel kinda iffy about that because I will never know if I would have been chosen on pure talent or skill, not just bravery or the ever present need to be a teacher's pet.

I changed my song. I didn't want to deal with Cole and his whole "It's delightful, it's delicious, IT'S REALLY BLOODY LOW AND then neutral THEN REALLY BLOODY HIGH AND IMPOSSIBLE--!" thing he's got going, so I changed it to "The Jet Song" or what have you and I feel better about it because the guy in the movie sucks real hard and I can do a little better than suck at least I hope so yes no maybe yay maybe nay y/n? Talking was fine, but singing? To thirty people plus one who will judge me cruelly and unusually IN THEIR BRAINS? I don't want to go first this time. I want to hear other people be dreafully godawful, so I will seem half-decent. Is that too much to ask?

Damn, Pop and Kathleen are really good at this help-your-daughter-with-her-audition thing. Kathleen's got a fantastic voice, can read music, was the lead in many musicals, and was a high school teacher and Pop's a good critic (he can spot a flaw like nobody's business). Together, they make a lean, mean, singing/acting teacher machine. Only time will tell if they will be successful with someone as stubborn as me.

Taken from chash.

Comment to this post saying something - anything - about me. I'll then put what you've said in my profile. This means that you can say I eat babies, and it will still go up to describe me to the world. Then post this in your journal, so we can do the same thing for you!

YOU GOTTA SEE 3:10 TO YUMA. IT'S LIKE MASTER AND COMMANDER PLUS THE PRESTIGE PLUS BIG GAY WESTERN. NO GUYS SRSLY. GAY GAY GAY. WITH LINES LIKE "WHAT ELSE DO YOU WANT ME TO PAY YOU FOR?" AND MANY THINGS BEING UNINTENTIONALLY FUNNY AND RUSSELL CROWE OUT EYEBROW ACTING EVERYONE AND GAY. I HAD A BIG DOPEY SMILE ON MY FACE THE ENTIRE TIME. YES, THIS DOES DESERVE CAPSLOCK, SHUT UP.

MAN, I REALLY NEED SOMEONE WHO LIKES GAY HERE.

(On a more sane note, it was fantastically acted, with both action and extremely heartfelt moments.)

Pilfered from orangenoslide.

1. Comment with a character. If I don't know the character, or you think I don't know the character, leave a reference picture.
2. I will draw a doodle of that character in Photoshop/Paint/whatever with my eyes closed.
3. ???
4. Repost this meme in your journal and profit?

School is actually okay, surprisingly. I have Talya's number. Apparently the brit (Alex) thinks I look like Julia Stiles, which maybe isn't the best complement ever and also not the best nickname ever. As in, "How's it going Julia Stiles?" I almost replied with "Fine, and you, David Beckham?" but I thought better of it.

Hopefully I can go to the ashram tonight and not have "My Friend the Dictionary" stuck in my head the whole time.

Hokay, here we go.



In addition to all that, a vast majority of the students have the bodies of models. They also have designer clothing (including pants that would be tight on a five year old), sunglasses bigger than their faces, and perfect hair all the time. Despite running around the school all the time, they never look bad. The school work doesn't even matter, and the teachers seem to know it. They didn't discuss the curriculum. They signed us in, scared us into thinking grades are a matter of life and death and we don't need lives or happiness, told us what materials we needed, and made us do busy work. Well, it felt like busy work, but they assured us it would come up on the many, many tests we would be having. On the Chemistry syllabus, there were multiple pages in very tiny print that listed all the standards we would have to know. On the first day our Chemistry teacher discussed how we need to remember everything we're learning now and to take our standardized tests seriously. ON THE FIRST DAY. It makes me wish I was old enough to take the G.E.D.

Comment and I'll give you a letter. In your journal, list 10 of your favorite most random songs that begin with that letter. All songs will be available for download. It's kind of a mixtape thing.

orangenoslide gave me the letter.

I'm reading The Chosen, and I'm wondering: Why is Reuven so boring?

Excerpt: "I lay back on the lounge chair and stared up at the sky. It was a deep blue, with no clouds, and I felt I could almost touch it. It's the color of Danny's eyes, I thought. It's as blue as Danny's eyes. What color are Billy's eyes? I asked myself. I think they're also blue. Maybe they're not blind anymore, I thought. Maybe both sets of eyes are okay now. I fell asleep, thinking about Danny's and Billy's eyes."

Are teenagers really this dull? Do normal boys really compare other boy's eyes to the colors of uninteresting landscapes? More importantly, do boys who play baseball do this?

Stolen from orangenoslide.