TGIF

                               Hey, blogettes! I'm sitting at home chilling on my bed, and one acronym has been on my mind for the whole entire day, and I know you were probably thinking it as well. The acronym was TGIF or Thank God It's Friday. I was totally ready to get home and chill out for the weekend after a rough week at school, and now that the time has finally come, I have found amazing ways to spend it. I am making sure that I write a post that is fairly decent in length for you blogettes to read while I have the free time, and then I will be prepping things for the vlog that I will be doing sometime soon, once the musical is down pat and sorted, and things are ready to rock for that.
                               I would have had time to shoot a vlog a long time ago at practice, but we had sets to build, and we still have sets to build. The show that we are doing have a lot of sets, and it is going to be hard to get them all done in time but we will manage. To tell you how far behind we are, I have no clue what my at least three costumes look like because I haven't tried anything on yet. I have also not figure out when I will go and change especially in one scene where my costume change is going to have to be fast since I am a waiter, and then I switch to a cop. I get to arrest a high schooler in the play, and it is just weird as noted before.
                             However, that is what I made my seventh grade year about, is to get over all the weird stuff, and push myself to do the things that are out of the box. I am going to do the things that I want to do even though I am still faking myself for the most part. People at play practice are mostly high schoolers who know me but they don't know me too well, so I can open up and be myself because they don't judge unless they are my sister, and then they judge way too much. I have a lot of fun knowing that I can just blossom into a human being where I am normal, and kind of show people my true colors.
                            Even some of the seventh graders and other middle schoolers are okay with me not faking it anymore because they like me either way, and they are pretty flexible. They don't care who I am and they would never make someone feel like they weren't good enough. That's what I like about the drama people. They are nice, and they understand you and accept you. They make you feel like you are wanted, and that you do matter, being who you are and not changing a thing. Sure we are faking some things because we are onstage as actors or actresses, but there are certain times where you are able to show people your style, and by that I mean your hair because small parts, most of the time, the directors do not care what you do with it because they are busy fixing the hair of the bigger parts which do matter.
                           I love doing drama because I get up there, and I feel so free. I feel like I can be anything, and there isn't any limits. I feel like the people out there are just my friends, and I get through it, although it is intimidating at first. I'll admit having a gym packed full of people, and you being up there on a hot sweaty stage, doing your thing, and praying that you are doing it right, so you don't look like a fool, I have got down pat. Being on top of someone's shoulders, and doing jumps and flips is something that I am not thinking of doing ever because it's easier for things to go wrong then. It's easier for people to get hurt, and it would be the case where that person would be me because I am super clumsy.
                           Things never get old though, and I keep coming back every year hungry to do more, because I have so much fun each year, and I get over my fears quickly. The stage is my friend. It is where I belong, and where I can go when I am having a bad day just to express myself and clear my mind. It's a place where I can focus on being a stronger person better. It makes my life easier knowing that there is someplace to get away, and someplace where the real me shines through. If only I had a way of showing that to the world without talking during the show. If only they could see a piece of the real me because I know it would shock some of my classmates who come to the show.
                            Oh yeah, blogettes! Never go to fast on the monkey bars because you could miss a bar, and hit your forehead really hard causing a concussion to happen. I have a mild concussion right now, and it really does hurt. Although you rarely die from concussions they are serious even the mild ones, and you should be really careful and try to lay low and take it easy for a couple of days at least. This is hard if you are super active like me.