Friar Lawrence

As you know, we're doing Romeo and Juliet. We've got some potted plants in Friar Lawrence's greenhouse. They're just rectangular boxes that sit on the edges of the stage. Most of them are just like, normal plants, but one of them is pretty awesome.

If you don't get it I'm not explaining it to you.

Also, hey look!

Math

I love my math class. Well, no. I love several of the people in my math class. I sit with Molly, Libby, and Nathanael, and we basically do nothing the entire time and still it's awesome.

There's also the girl Hannah who sits two to the left of Nathanael. She's one of those really smart but also really nice people. She's a G.

So there are some pretty great people in my math class, but that's not what this post is about. It's really about my math notes. I just wanted to show you guys how I take notes in math class.

Up at the top there is my math teacher saying "Mean, Median, and Mode: Measures of Center".  I don't know when we decided he's an owl, but he is. My earlier pictures of him make him look like a chicken, until today when I literally googled "OoT Owl" and drew Kaepora Gaebora's eyebrows.

The last bubble there goes with the next picture:

This is still Mo the Owl talking about math stuff. He's teaching us about Expected Outcome. Then there at the bottom, with the Box and Whiskers plot, is Dr. Horrible. I just decided it was time for Dr. Horrible to teach me something.

I was always so confused about the box and whiskers plots, because why are the whiskers so lopsided? They should be called sticks, or like, uneven lines. Don't try to be creative about it if it's not even going to be accurate.

So I took this picture demonstrating what a cat with whiskers like that would look like:

Those are my lopsided whiskers.

Anyway, here's the last page of notes, where Mo teaches us about Standard Deviation:

Mo: Standard Deviation—a standard to express how far from the norm (mean) you (your data) really are!

Dr. H: 6,8,7,5,10,6,9,8,4
Mean (xbar) = 7
x-xbar (Each value minus xbar (7)).
-1, 1, 0, -2, 3, -1, 2, 1, -3

Mo: Now square them!

Me: Really, Mo?

Mo: 1, 1, 0, 4, 9, 1, 4, 1, 9

Dr. H: Add them up and divide by # of No.'s.
30/9 = 3.333... = sigma squared = Variance = WE'RE STILL NOT DONE.
sigma = standard deviation.

So those are my notes. Aren't they fabulous?

In other news, look at how much of a total lesbian I am today:

The Difference

Here's the difference between waking up on time and knowing you'll be able to get out of the house when you have to, and waking up about fifty minutes late and knowing it's a lost cause:

When you wake up on time, you go though your routine as normal.

6:00

Wake up, make my way to the bathroom. Stick my head under the sink for about five minutes. Wash face. Blow-dry hair, style. Do makeup. Brush teeth. Etc.

6:20

Head back to my room. Get dressed. Gather together anything from my room that I want for school; books etc.

6:30

Breakfast. Start Cream of Wheat, make coffee. Cream of Wheat is ready at 6:40. Eat.

6:50

Check facebook, etc. Gather all of school things into bag.

7:00

Start car (in the winter) to let it warm up. Grab a bag of Goldfish for a snack.

7:10

Leave.

Now, one would think that when I wake up fifty minutes late, this schedule would transpose itself perfectly, adding fifty minutes to each scheduled time. Right?

Wrong.

Since I woke up fifty minutes late, my body knows for sure it's not going to make it out the door at 7:10. Therefore it just takes the time it needs to do whatever it needs to do.

Why then, does my schedule look like this?

6:50

Wake up, get to bathroom, stick head in tub (it's faster than the sink), blow-dry hair, don't bother with makeup.

7:00

Change pants, don't bother changing shirt I slept in.

7:05

Start coffee. Start breakfast. Cream of Wheat. Take off heat early because I can stand it being a little more soupy as long as there's enough sugar in it.

7:10

Eat

7:20

Coffee in mug, I can deal with having no Goldfish today, leave.

I woke up fifty minutes late, and left ten minutes late.

Seeing as I usually have about fifteen minutes to spare when I get in to school in the morning, I should get in five minutes early for class.

Except I got stuck in traffic.

And ended up getting in fifteen minutes late.

So that means I got in thirty minutes later than usual because I woke up fifty minutes late and left ten minutes late.

...Math...?

Good Day So Far

I started out this day with a nice bowl of Cream of Wheat eaten with my left hand (just because I felt like it) while I checked Facebook.

My sister drove me in so I didn't have to wear a coat.

I was able to leave math early—because I kick ass at probabilities—and go across the street to Sweetwaters. I got hot chocolate and finished my Science homework

But really the best part of my day so far was at the beginning of math, when that girl Hannah said "Etsie, your shirts are always so cute!"

Now, I don't usually think that my shirts are particularly cute, but the last time I was in math class with her I was wearing a corset my friend Lizzie made me two-ish years ago, and she said that that one was cute, too. So really it's not that my shirts are always so cute, it's just that the last two shirts she has happened to see me wearing are cute.

Also she likes my earrings.

Remember those?

So yeah, good day so far.

MYSTERY!!

So, my mom ordered some prints of pictures of Little Shop, taken on the final dress rehearsal. They're all pretty spectacular. Especially this one:

We're holding hands and my makeup looks AWESOME. So I've got the bruise still, but whatever. And okay, he's wearing that dorky hat, but at least he only wears it in one scene.

Wait... Hold on... He wears that hat to kill Orin, literally for ONE SCENE, then it falls off his head and he never wears it again. And I'm not in the scene that he's killing Orin in.

Maybe he wore that hat in a scene or two before Orin died, but why am I holding hands with him if Orin's not dead yet? That doesn't make any sense.

And another thing! I'm only wearing that outfit up until just before Somewhere That's Green. Proof—here's me doing Somewhere That's Green:

And here are the only other two pictures of me in that outfit; both from before Somewhere That's Green:

AND ANOTHER THING!

That bruise! Here's the first picture I have from act two:

The bruise is gone. So that means this picture has to be from before act two, but also after Orin dies. Or rather, during the scene in which he dies.

Here's the conversation Eli and I had about the picture:

Aliens. It's the only logical explanation. Aliens.

Sweetwaters/People-Watching

I'm in Sweetwaters now.

Something smells like cigarettes. I think it's the guy with the nose-ring sitting next to me.

There aren't very many people here, so it's hard to people-watch...

Nose-Ring Guy left. I no longer smell cigarettes. Logical conclusion: Nose-Ring Guy was the source of the smell.

I need something better than this to do.

Time to relate to you the events of rehearsal today.

We spent the first half hour sitting around, waiting for Quinn to finish making the poster. The next hour was spent like this:

Quinn came in and said that I was going to be using my video phone (Balthasar has a video phone, a'course) to call Romeo in Mantua. I think we determined that I would have a video phone and Romeo would be on his computer. I think somehow we determined that it would be awesome if we could just put me on Skype, or something. I don't remember exactly how that happened, but then we spent maybe 45 minutes going through first iChat, then Skype, then iChat again, then iMovie, then something called ooVoo trying to figure out a way to get both my face and Romeo's face on the screen the same size. (We would be projecting from someone's computer.)

We downloaded a free trial of ooVoo and we're going to be using that. The problem with that is there is this annoying ad bar at the bottom of the screen that we want to get rid of. My assignment is to figure out how much it costs.

HERE'S WHAT I FOUND:

It's something like $10 monthly to be rid of the ads. Only one person would have to buy the ooVoo Plus ($10) plan, because we're only projecting from one computer. That sounds like a good plan to me.

The other option is pay-per-use $0.10. But it looks like that's just like... Adding a third person? I can't tell if that gets rid of ads or not. It'd be really useful if it would TELL ME this... Maybe it's like, if one person pays $0.10 that person doesn't have to look at the ads for one minute? I really don't know. This is ridiculous.

Anyway, that's my research. Done.

My next job is to find out if the two ethernet plugs in the theater work at the same time. There's really no reason they shouldn't, except that one of them is marked "phone" and one of them is marked "internet". So that's strange.

I mean, to get internet you plug into the phone jack, right guys?

...Right?

Alright, I'll look into that more later.

Moving on to a completely new topic now.

Emilie Autumn is doing a show in Pontiac. She's got one VIP ticket left. No one's going to buy it any time soon because her Michigan fan base can be counted on your hands and feet. And there were 35 VIP tickets available. Everyone who wants one already has one. Except for me. >:(

Well there's one available again, because she got sick and had to move the show, and someone who bought a ticket isn't able to make the new date, so the ticket went back on sale.

The biggest reason I want to go is Captain Maggot. She's part of the back up band, The Bloody Crumpets.

I've got two words for you. Fire. Hula-hoop.

Also, four more. LOOK AT HER FACE!

The concert is Wednesday, March 16th.

The ticket is $75 and I WANT IT. I have a ride, I have the money to get it, I have the DESIRE to go. I also HAD the time, except our director is thinking of getting rid of our first weekend of performances and adding a Thursday show on the 17th, making the 16th our final dress rehearsal. Right now the schedule says we've got nothing between the 13th and the 18th.

Our change in shows is not official yet, and I told Quinn that the only thing standing between me and Captain Maggot is him, but he didn't seem too remorseful.

I know there's basically no chance I'll get to go. I asked my parents, I talked to Quinn, I talked to other authoritative figures involved with our show, I've done everything... It seems like there's no way to prevent the show change.

Still, I'm hanging on. I want to see this show so badly. I want to see the show and meet Captain Maggot and see her flaming hula-hoop and I want to try a cup of the Asylum Tea and I want a signed painting of the Plague Rat and and AND—!

So I'm hanging on. I want to go. I really really really want to go.

But hey, it looks like she goes on tour, like, every year. So I guess I'll just have to wait...

-SIGH-

Heads Up

So.

My dad took to work today the car that I usually drive, because his car doesn't have 4x4. Great, fine, good, but I have rehearsal at 12.

ASDF.

So my mom has to drive me to rehearsal, and then I have to just hang out in Sweetwaters. Until she can get me. Wheeeeefun.

So I've decided I'm going to write a blog about my experience. It could be interesting, it could be stupid.

It most likely will include people watching. But it won't be as interesting as that time a guy started rolling a cigarette right there in the coffee shop.

Seriously, he just pulled out a cigarette and started rolling it.

So this afternoon—after 2—look for my next post.