Salvial_Ten's journal

I was scrolling through the list of users earlier, and I started seeing people with low star rankings that had according to the little post summery submitted a couple of comments and that were rated quite well.

It made me wonder why these people didn't post more. Did they feel like they weren't getting anywhere? Perhaps they were a bit frightened while reading posts written by higher ranked members (I know it was a bit intimidating to me at first)? Or, even the worst of all, they forgot about us? Whatever the reason may be, I'm writting this in hopes that they might drop in and lurk long enough to notice my little journal entry.

I want to welcome those of you who had good input to come back and join us again. And for those other little red stars that haven't spoken up at all, come and say hello. We don't bite, really we don't. And maybe a few of you that had a rocky start should try again, for I know most of us are open minded people who are willing to give people a second chance. :)

--Jami

This post was edited by Jaz on Jul 09, 2004.

I do believe I have a font fetish. I was just scrowling through a font site that a friend of mine linked me too and this realization dawned on me whilest downloading "Delia" and seeing that my font list is over three thousand. :) Or am I not the only one that has that many?

--Jami

The past few weeks have been a total and complete mess. Graduation was Friday before last (May 21). The Friday before that was prom, which was great but I'm glad I'll never go to again. Mainly because it isn't cost efficiant.

Anyway, The Sunday following prom my best friend ever got here. I had to pick her up that night after Baccalaureate (which I don't think I spelled right). We roamed around the neighboring cities for most of that week, at least when we weren't sleeping. I didn't get up before one in the afternoon at all the past two weeks. Finally, graduation day rolled around and I actually had to make an attempt at looking like a sophisticated, intellegent human being (for the most part I am one but I look like a lazy bumb most of the time).

The ceremony took a long time considering that there were only twenty six people in the class, and they mentioned over and over again how a chapter of my life is finnished and that I should persue the future in an optimistic mannor. Which, I agree with for the most part, however, I prefer a less idealistic aproach. I find that when I get too idealist about anything I either get blinded to the big picture or I make an ass out of myself.

It was great to finish however, the entire occasion was overshadowed by our remembrance of a lost and well loved classmate, we had a seat for her on stage with her picture in it and her pictures were at the very end of our class slideshow. When we walked down the main isle to the stage we all stopped and gave a white rose to the girl's mother. I'm glad we did this despite the very disheartening effect it subtly held, because it showed that our class despite the fact that we often bicker among ourselves is truely a family of its own. We honored someone that we still miss, and we cared enough to say goodbye to her. Unlike last years class whom also lost a member. Most of them didn't even go to her funeral. It saddens me.

Well, the last week has been a blast as well, my friend was still here and we continued to just roam about without any sort of purpose or direction. She's actually moving here in July, we'll be splitting an apartment with another friend of mine. Joy to us. And today, the last of the graduation celebrating came to a close. The church I attend held a luncheon for the graduated seniors. We all recieved a very nice pen set and a gift card to the mall, very useful. The pen is really nice.

So at last the chapter has closed. No more high school, and what I consider the last time I truely get to be irresponsible and mooch off my parents. When I get back from the cruise I go on June 5-12, I'll aquire a job and start saving again for moving out, and finally pay off a fee I owe the college I'm going to go to next fall.

--Jami

This morning I went in on a day out of school to take the AP Language test, my teacher told me this morning that it would be the hardest test I've ever taken in my life, harder than even the test to get into law school.

All I have to say is that, that is a load of poo. I went in and finnished all 54 of the multi-choice questions in under an hour and it took less than two to do all three essays. Granted, they were somewhat uninspired save for the argument. Can't go into details though because it's against College Board regulations and I could get my scores cancelled for it. Blah.

In other news, I don't understand why everyone else was stressed out about it. Some people didn't even finnish the multiple choice. Poor them.

Over the summer I've got to take yet another standardized test. :( This is called the THEA which one must pass to take certain college corses that are nessicary to degree plans. I took it last year and failed the math portion by one bloody point. However, I got almost a perfect score on the verbal and writing sections. So I only have to retake part of the test. Cheers!

--Jami

For some reason lately I've found it difficult to respond too or even take active interest in things that six months ago would have me into a passionate typing fit of a reply to various topics on the site.

I don't really know what's gotten into me, I read over (this is just an example) eljefe's post "I think I may have found a/our Problem..." and it did perk my interest and an opinion started to form. However, halfway through the thought process my brain more or less gave up on my emotional input and cut itself away from the subject, negating all intellect that would make my post worth reading. So I dropped it. I wish I could explain my sudden mental apathy but truth be told, I can't.

--Jami

Yesterday was our One Act Play competition. It wouldn't have been any big deal at all if we would have had more than a week to prepare, and if we wouldn't have had three replacements in the cast that didn't get their script till two days before competition. The play was called the Phony Physician.

I went into the event thinking that we'd embarrass ourselves, not have any fun and of course get fifth place of five competing teams. But boy was I wrong at lest on two acounts. The trip to the city that we competed in was a near two hour drive, most of which I slept through. We then got there and got our whole six tree set unloaded (the trees are about medium sized decorative plastic things). We also had this wonderful plastic hatchet from a four dollar fireman play set to use as an axe, a milk jug to use as a cider jug, a broom, and our lovely costumes. Most of which came from thrifts stores (w00t for the cheap stuff!).

10:00am: Practice

After a morning of lounging and walking about boredly in the basement turned dressing room we went up stage for our practice. We were the only team there that was still reading off our scripts and people were looking at us with that whole "What are those idiots doing!" look. Because though we were reading directly from the page we were still fucking up pretty badly. It didn't help that we had issues setting up our minimal props, then couldn't find our designated marking tape.

11:00am - 3:30pm: Downtime and Costumes

We ran over lines at least twenty times between rounds of the wonderful card game Bull Shit. We even got our director playing, he only one a single round. We also played a card game called Egyptian Rat Screw, I haven't the faintest idea why it's called that but it's quite fun all the same and requires very little skill or intelligance.

About 2:30pm we decided it'd be a good idea to start getting our costumes on and make-up done because the first play started running early and we were third in line for performance. My costume cracked me up because a) I was wearing a mans suit, B) I got the entire ensamble for under twenty bucks, and every part of it was one or two wears away from being brand new. Aside from the slacks which still had the original price tag on them.
And lastly c) I really did look like a guy, which is a bit sad seeing how I am not at all a guy. By the time I finnished with my make-up I looked like a transvestite prostitute.

My friend Josh forgot that he needed black slacks to go with his suit jacket so he ended up in the pants I had on before getting into my costume, which amused the living crap out of me because they were butt hugging hipster like black canvas pants with about eight pockets on them as well as zippers and a brass loop thing on one leg. We almost had to pin him down to get stage make up on him. Another friend of mine, Robby, had to have the flannel and work boot get up of a lumberjack on, with make-up on him I couldn't help but sing the Monty Python "Lumberjack Song" to myself. The nurse and crazy girl looked fairly normal though, and Erika who played my buttler just really didn't look the part at all, nor did Lizzy the chick who was to play the nurses husband.

4:00pm: Showtime

The girl playing the leading person in the first scene had only had a script for a day and a half prior to competition, nor had she ever been on stage in her life. She got out there, said part of her first line so low I could barely hear it from the side of the stage, didn't look at the audiance, then froze up staring at Robby like a dear caught in the headlights. A five minute silence insued. Robby decided to just go on with his lines and try to prompt her into saying something, ANYTHING. Somehow, we managed to get the first scene over with. Leaving us with a whopping ten minutes to do the other half of the play.

This is where I come in. My opening line had me stomping to center stage screaming "Nurse!" at the top of my lungs, which made everyone aside from myself jump. Heh heh heh. The nurse and I had a nice conversation that went along withe the script about my daughter's (the 'crazy' chick) health. Then my servant and the nurses husband came in with the cider drinking "doctor", whome then told me to put a cider soaked hanky on my head. I did of course because I played a rich idiot. After that is when we all forgot our lines and ad libbed the rest of the play. The highlights being when my daughter called the doctor a sick man for hitting on the nurse and at the end when we were all fairly screwed so I busted out with "Perhaps we should end this now!". And so the nurse said the last line of the whole play and we all but sprinted offstage for a good laugh. For despite not following the highly comedic script we all got the audiance to laugh.

We did get last place, but we all had fun and got a free dinner from the school. Unfortunately, we're gonna have to perform it for the school too. Blah, I really just don't want to wear that suit again.

--Jami