Moving Day

It's time to officially part ways, blogger crew.

I've had some good times on here, but let's get real, I haven't posted in months.

I do, however, post all the time on my tumblr, denmarksaprison (click through to check that out). Tumblr's just a better fit for me right now.

You've all been great, and I plan on keeping up with your blogs, promise.

love,
me.

Sniffle Sniffle Cough Cough DIE.

Hey there all.
This is me, sticking my head out of my dark, mysterious cave of tumblrdom to say he-COUGHCOUGHCOUGH-llo.
sniff.
sniff.
sneeze!
sniff.
COUGHCOUGHCOUGH.
ragged inhale.

I'm sorry, were we having a conversation? Did I interrupt it with my fantastically classy combination of what my doctor labeled both bronchitis and sinusitis that just won't quit? Well jeez, that's too bad.

I am losing. my. mind.

Last week I began my newest endeavor as Mrs. Lovett in the school production of Sweeney Todd. I have a ton to prove. There were hoards of girls who thought - nay - expected - this part. And...well...I have problems of the lung/throat/sinus variety. So my singing leaves much to be desired.

We have a choir competition at Chapman University coming up, and we've kicked into high gear during Madrigals. Who sits there and doesn't sing during rehearsal for an hour and 42 minutes? This girl.

I'm a senior in high school. I don't have a lot of time for curling up and sleeping. And now, based on the fact that I'm up all night with coughing fits and a post-nasal drip that burns my throat like you wouldn't believe, I'm getting less than no sleep.

Ughhhhh guys. How is the beautiful boy in my first period ever going to notice me if I'm coughing? How? I try to be cute, but I know that I'm oozing.
Oh god.
I hope I'm not oozing.

love,
me.

New Year

It's 2011. The year of:

• my high school graduation.
• a boyfriend (hopefully)
• Mrs. Lovett in Sweeney Todd
• pescatarianism
• taking the stairs.
• graduating a valedictorian
• the start of college
• hopes and dreams. let's do it.

Christmas Makes Me Want to Blog.

I don't know what it is...maybe it's all the cheer and closeness and holiday joy that makes me want to sit on the internet all day with the people that really "get me". Maybe it's the fact that I started Taking the Water last year around this time, and it was the catalyst I needed to make 2010 the best year yet.

I'm not promising to be the best blogger ever. I'm not promising to post regularly, because we all know that's not happening...I've lost a crapload of followers over here and I get it, I've only posted once in months. But Taking the Water is the blog that started it all. I've grown up so much since I started it, and it didn't matter if anybody was reading what I wrote, and it didn't matter if anybody knew it existed. All that mattered was that I had an outlet, and it mattered to me. I had spent so much time thinking about the person I wanted to be, and I feel like I'm her -- or at least, a lot closer to her than I was last year.

I hope you're all having an amazing Christmas season with your families and friends, wherever you are in the world. I've kept up with some of you, thanks to tumblr or twitter (both of mine are linked right there), but I would really love to start back up this blogmance we had going.

love,

me.

No H8 Here.

Today, I am making my tentative return to the blogosphere to bring you all some amazing, heartwarming news.

We all know that our nation has some hate going on. Some deep, dark prejudice and nastiness that led us all to wear purple on October 20th in support of some of the most genuine, amazing people on this planet. The last few months have been full of terrible news concerning the deaths of many gay individuals, and those are only the ones that make it to the media. There is a legitimate problem here, and as the friend of many gay people, it breaks my heart to see the close-minded bullying of complete idiots force innocent people to feel like they have nowhere to turn.

Aliso Niguel High School, however, is not like that.

Yes, we have conservative people. This is Southern Orange County, obviously Aliso has its fair share of hardcore religious groups that believe homosexuality is a sin.

But we have a lesbian homecoming queen.

My friend Alyssa was crowned Homecoming Queen at last night's game, and I could not be more proud of not only her, but the school that elected her.

Not every school can say that an openly gay girl wearing a tuxedo stood proudly next to her father and the rest of the Homecoming Court as she was crowned Queen. Not every school can say that there were cheers as she held a bouquet and waved to the stands, her girlfriend in the crowd.

I know it's blurry, but Suzie was crying when she took it.

Alyssa, we love you.

Alyssa's not just Homecoming Queen because she likes girls and we want to feel like good people. Alyssa's Homecoming Queen because she is hilarious, and nice, and has so much school spirit it's crazy(every. single. dress up. day.), and she has a warm heart, and she is loyal to her friends and she is a Queen in every single definition of the word. She has all the support I could possibly drum up, and even the mormon boy I was talking to yesterday agreed that "Alyssa's really cool". 

I'm not trying to make a political statement with this post, I'm just proud of my friend. If you don't agree or whatever, I don't want to see your hate in the comments.

love,

me.

I am officially the worst.

did I seriously only post once in the month of September? I think that's a record for me.

I'm pathetic.

i promise, that when i get home from work today, i will post something brilliant.

The Love-Ridden Angst of A Teenage Drama Queen

I had an amazing dream last night. The best dream I've had in a while, if maybe ever. The kind of dream that, when you're pulling up out of it and drifting back to reality, you cling to, scrambling to stay asleep and  keep it going, keep it real.

Because of course I know it's not real. I mean I'm real, and he's real, but my chances with him are slim to none considering I chicken out every time I try to be at all flirtatious. Dreaming we were a couple....best thing ever. I know I need to realize that he's probably not interested. But that doesn't make him less gorgeous, funny, smart and kind. And softspoken. And effing perfect. And that doesn't make my dream less amazing.

I was up at 5:30 today. It bugs me that that's an extra half hour I could have slept in with visions of him and me and us floating around in my brain.

Ugh.

So how is everyone? I've lost a few followers, but I completely get it...I haven't posted in forever, and I'm not promising to post again for a while.
I just have no inspiration.
And I'm busy being a high school senior with AP's, college applications, a crap ton of homework, a job, and a social life.
Plus I just have no inspiration. I have nothing to write about! So annoying!
I am, as always, posting constantly at sweetconfrontation.tumblr.com.


Comment if y'all have any boy advice.


love,
me.