Things My Drama Director has Done to Piss Me Off:

1. He makes everyone feel like they've done stuff wrong. He does not applaud those who do well, but he instead throws a blanket of criticism over everyone, hoping that the right people will take it to heart.
2. Individual stories that just get my goat...

a.) There's this sixth grade kid who plays the boy Tom in the show. He's so cute and he does so well with his lines and he's got such a cute little voice and he is just so innocent and perfect. All the students love him... too much. When my director was particularly angry, he brought the whole cast on stage and started yelling at individual people in front of everyone. He turned to that adorable good little kid and said, "You missed your cue. Why?" Of course the child couldn't answer, and so my director continued. He said, "Was it because you're so cute that none of the students can leave you alone? Huh? What's going on?" And believe me... It didn't sound nice, the way he said it. Then he said, "Don't let that happen again." I cried. That poor kid got yelled at because of something the cast did. Not cool.
b.) A woman in the cast missed a cue. Afterwards, my director turned on her in front of the cast and said, "You want to be assistant director for the next show, don't you? Well, your behavior sure doesn't show it. I don't understand how you can behave so rudely and still think you can get that position!" He said that in front of the WHOLE CAST. How mean is that? Not only was she embarrassed for missing her cue, but she was also embarrassed now because she could not get the position she wanted because of one mistake. Terrible.
c.) That same woman got yelled at just yesterday because she wasn't wearing her costume. My director said to her, "You will wear your costume, no matter how much you don't like it! I'm sick of having you not wear something simply because you don't think it looks good! How rude!" Well, the truth was that her costume was getting hemmed. She couldn't wear it because the costume ladies had it. My director jumped to a terrible conclusion and hurt that same woman even more. Horrible.
d.) There's this group of kids in our show that hang out a lot together. They laugh with each other and share inside jokes and make nicknames for each other by adding the word "Da" to the end of their names. It's really cute and they are very nice people. But sometimes they just chat too much, and they get in trouble on occasion. Well, My director just a few days ago gave them a group name: "The Das" and he said that everyone in that group should watch their back or else they'll never get into any shows. "They're like a fatal disease... 'The Das'..." How rude is that? Not only does he group a bunch of kids together and say that they're ALL the problem, but he calles them diseases! Rude.

3.) He expects too much of us as a high school theater. He demands perfection, and if he doesn't get it, he yells. And he uses fear as a tactic to get us to do what he wants. Sometimes it actually works. But most of the time, it just gets us mad and upset. He says things like, "You guys only have a week left to rehearse, and you need well over three to be ready to actually show this to people." Or he says, "This is not the show BHS should be putting on. This is terrible." and "Do none of you care? You're ruining this show!" He's so pessimistic! And when there are people in this cast who are trying very hard, it's difficult to hear such criticism.


I am hating this show. So much. I almost never want to do another show again because of this one. I don't do anything, and the things I do do aren't ever noticed or appreciated. The angst among the cast makes them grumpy and upset, and I hate all the drama. Plus there are about a hundred things I SHOULD be doing during that period of time! Grrrr.... I want this show to be over!!!

My All-State Experience: A High on Learning!

Okay, so this probably is going to sound very cheesy and overdramatic, but I right now am reaching the beginning of the end and I really wish to write things down while I am still in this wonderful moment. There are so many things I wish to remember... so many things I wish to write about... and as each moment passes, more and more slips away. I know I will never forget all of them, but it's little things that can make a difference in the long run, and often times it's those little things that leave your memory first. So excuse me if I go on and on about things that really mean nothing to most people.-- The first thing I wish to address is how much the power of music has moved me during these fantastic six days. Not just the music we rehearsed, but the music all around me. It's such a neat experience to be among people -- teenagers -- who do not stop singing!!! It's such a wonderful experience to be in a rehearsal and have all the people around you listening intently, focusing on the music, and singing as perfectly as they can! I knew people like this already, but to be around SO MANY at ONE TIME is new to me. Very new. And it's a breath of fresh air, I tell you! All around me, people are singing!! In the hallways, in the dorms, outside, inside, it doesn't matter where! And they are all so talented!! Not only do they have great voices, but many of them are great pianists, guitarists, and jugglers (yes, jugglers). I am immersed in talent. I am immersed in artisanship. I am immersed in music. I am immersed in what means to me the most. And I really love it. --But with every positive, there must be a negative. In this case, the negative thing about all-state was basically the fact that it was VERY hard to make friends there. For those who don't know me well, I'll have you know that I'm not a very approachable character. Upon my arrival at Concordia, I only knew one person. I did not know this person well, and she was -- and still is -- very different from me. Although I knew she was willing to be my friend, I was troubled at the idea of spending my entire week with JUST her and not making any new friends. But within the first hour, I knew this would be a much harder task than I expected. Everyone seemed to already have their own social circle. Most came from schools that had many more All-State Participants than my school did. Here I was, feeling very much alone and different from the world I had been placed in. No one seemed to want to include anybody they didn't already know. I seemed out of place and unwelcome. --Things got worse after our first sectional started. I was sent to a room filled with about twenty girls who, like me, were first sopranos. If there is any vocal section you DON'T want to be in, it's the first soprano section. Why? Because more often than not, the first soprano section is filled with the biggest DIVAS you ever will meet in your life!! It was terrible! Some of them were SO full of themselves! Not all, but some. They went on and on about shows they were in, people they knew, parts they had played... And I was so jealous. I tried to ask them questions about their lives back home, hoping they would grow to like me and accept me into their group. But more often than not, they just went right on talking about themselves and never gave me a second thought. Part of me was so angry and disappointed. Why were people always so conceited and unappreciative? But then I realized that this is exactly how I should have expected All-State to be. These were the best singers in Minnesota, after all. Most of these girls grew up being the best. How hard it must be to be thrust into a new environment where everyone is the same as you are, if not better? I know it was hard for me. Perhaps this was their way of facing this new challenge. They probably all felt as intimidated and scared as I was, and felt like they had to defend themselves against this intimidation, somehow. I did not think of this at the time, but as I look back on it, I do believe this is why they bragged so much.--I learned a few very valuable lessons from my experiences with the other first sopranos. I learned that bragging is unattractive and unfulfilling. You do not get any better by doing it. I learned that no one likes someone who is prideful, conceited, and stuck up. I learned that I can make many more friends by LISTENING to people and by being appreciative and humble. I learned that sometimes, I need to SHUT MY MOUTH and let others teach me. I learned that sometimes I need to see through another person's eyes before I make a judgement about them. I learned that someone who may look proud on the outside may in fact be very insecure on the inside. I have no idea what is in a person's heart. I also learned how to not be jealous of others for things that don't really matter. I learned that there are more important things than talent, fame, or social standing. Jealousy can be avoided if I keep my eye on what is most important: True friendship, character, and self-fulfillment. The most important thing I learned is that I am not cut out for a career in professional musicianship. In order to succeed in that world, I must change who I am. I must become one of those proud, snotty, selfish prima donnas I detest, or else I will be seen to the world as unconfident. In order to be a star, I need to MAKE people listen to me. Make them love me by shoving myself into their faces and doing ridiculous, stupid things. I need to sleep with directors, cheat others out of opportunities, criticize others, spend tons of money, wear immodest clothes, lose good friends, move to dangerous cities, undergo cruel auditions, and totally lose my soul in order to succeed in the performing world. This is something I cannot do. Something I never will do. All my hopes of becoming a famous broadway showman have gone out the door. I cannot -- will not -- pursue such an unwholesome and unfulfilling carreer. I'll let other suckers do that.In the meantime, I will TEACH. I am going to become someone who LIFTS UP and IMPROVES others. I will be a good role model. I will change peoples lives the way my teachers have changed mine. I will let those I teach become the big stars, and when they do, I will smile, it was I who made them big. I will give my talent rather than flaunt it. I will share. I will keep my eye steady on what is the most important in this world. And I will teach others to do the same. -- You are probably wondering just HOW this miraculous epiphany occurred, and I can tell you how in just two words:Vijay Singh.When I first heard I was in Women's Choir, I was disappointed. I wanted to be in the mixed choir. I thought I was missing out on not being with a choir that I thought was more talented and more... well, mixed. Women's choir sounded second best to me. Boy, was I wrong. I was supposed to be in women's choir. This was the choir God wanted me to be in, and Vijay was the conductor God wanted me to have. What a miraculous experience it was to work with this master and genius of musicianship, artistry, and character! What an uplifting and totally life-changing experience it was to be taught by -- in my opinion -- one of the greatest and most unappreciated conductors and composers of all time! This man, Vijay Singh, was amazing. He exceeded the bounds of music and performance in his teaching and taught me how to live my life. I learned SO MUCH under his conducting. I could write books about him, what he says. But seeing as I have already written paragraphs and I'm probably boring you out of your mind already, I'll create a new note dedicated to his work. The point I wished to make here was how Vijay Singh totally turned my All-State experience around. I loved every minute of rehearsal. I loved every song we sang. I loved making music. I loved hearing the girls make beautiful music around me. And it was because of him that we sounded so wonderful!Vijay's main message to us was simple: Strive for PERFECTION, and do not stop focusing until you get there. If you truly love something -- if you care about it -- you will spend every ounce of your energy, time, emotion, and focus on it. If you love the music, you will not let other things get in the way of performing it the way it deserves to be performed. It's about ARTISTRY. It's about the MESSAGE. It's about the EMOTION. It's more than just black and white on a page. And it's more than what you can give when you are only giving half of your energy and focus to it. And this goes for more than just music. It applies to ANYTHING. If you care about your grades, your family, your religion, your LIFE, you will aim for perfection in them. Only then can you be truly happy, becasue then you have that sense of fulfillment that you get when you have done right. It's wonderful! It's really put things in perspective for me. I have been living my life so day-to-day. I haven't put my heart into things. Now Vijay's taught me to put my heart into things I love. It feels so great. -- One thing Vijay really taught me was to not be afraid to make mistakes. That hit me particularly hard because, if you have read my previous notes, I have this thing about failing that I need to get over. Whenever someone would come it at the wrong time and let out a little "solo," Vijay would always say, "Thanks for being loud when you made that mistake, because now we can correct it." It's true. Mistakes are opportunities to learn and to improve! Why did it take me so long to figure this out? I guess it took a genius like Vijay to get it through my head.--Vijay also gave us "homework" that required us to shake hands and introduce ourselves to eight people. The day he told us about it, a girl named Maire Clemen came up to me in the bathroom and introduced herself. She was from Apple Valley, and she introduced me to two other friends, Mindy and Alex. Later, she introduced me to another friend named Callie. These four girls really made All-State fun. They invited me to hang out with them at the dance on Wednesday, and they treated me like one of their best friends, even though they hardly knew me. The world needs more people like that, particularly the world of performing arts. People who are happy all the time. People who smile at you and let you not only follow them around but be a part of their group. I had a circle of friends now!! Not just a couple friends I could only sort of relate to. This was a support. They asked me questions! They involved me! They laughed at my jokes!! I loved them!! While we were at the dance, this boy came up and began to randomly dance with us. At first I was a little urked... I had no idea who he was, and here he was, dancing in our circle. His name, he said, was Ray. And he turned out to be very, very nice. He's another one I wish to thank. I met so many people after those five friends. It's almost like a switch was flipped. Maybe I just finally realized that since I could make those five friends so easily, it wouldn't be so hard at all just to say hi to people. I met so many people, and I was no longer afraid. Vijay had said the day before the performance, "I hope you left here not with just a new understanding of music, but with a few new friends." I am proud to say that I have made new friends while at All-State, and I have him to thank for it. -- One thing Vijay said during rehearsal was, "This society is oftentimes bereft of opportunities for young people to express themselves." I wish now to express myself through composition more than ever. He was so GOOD at it! We performed two of Vijay's works that week. One was a haunting piece called "Upon Julia's Voice." The text was by the British poet Rober Herrick, and he compared some of his lines to the Roman myth of Orpheus. It had lots of mixed measure stuff and lots of tension-release techniques (he is a fan of tension-release). In the middle, there's this beautiful, flowing melody made by the altos that just brings you goosebumps. The other song was my favorite -- probably my favorite song ever, actually. It's called "Tutto Il di Piango," and it's a Petrarchian poem. I will give the translated lyrics to you: ...All day I weep;and then at night, when miserable mortals rest, I find myself in tears, and my misfortunes double;thus, I pass my time in weeping.In a sad humour I wear out my eyes and heart in grief;I ma the lowest of all animals, for the loving arrows keep me at every hour bereft of peace.I am weary, since from one sun to the next, and from one shadow to the next I have already spent most of this death that is called life.It is more for the fault of another than for my misfortune that I grieve;because living pity, and my faithful aid, see me on fire and do not help me....How can you read those lyrics without feeling at least a little gloomy? It's such a powerful statement: the torture, the "death that is called life" of feeling such pains of unrequited love! Maybe it's because I particularly relate to this text or because I never really read something like this before, but the song hit me from the very beginning, when I first received this music in the mail. But nothing compared to the sound of the choir singing this piece, together, in front of the man who composed it. Tuesday night, we went through it after a long rehearsal, and something just happened. I don't know what it was, but I felt tears in my eyes. I saw tears in other girls eyes. By the time the climactic moment came when we all wail together, "Vedem'arder nel foco" ("see me on fire") there was so much passion amongst our choir it was almost unbearable. When the song ended, a silence reigned over the room, and the echoes of our last notes hung in the air like a mist. Vijay stood still, holding the fermata for a few extra seconds, and then he said, "That was exactly how I heard it in my head. Thank you so much, my angels." What POWER lies within these twelve notes, these four beats, these two vocal chords! What magic happens as each measure passes, as each note is sung! How the emotions can change with just a change in tempo, a change in dynamic, a change in vocal color? It's unbelievable! But Vijay has done it!! We've done it!! I want to be able to do it! I want to write something that moves people!! I want to be like Vijay! I want to write something as captivating and tear-jerking as "Tutto," something as steely mysterious as "Upon Julia's Voice." I want to do what Jocelyn Hagen did with her song, "Joy," which was co-commissioned for our choir and featured this AMAZING violin solo. I want to send a message to the world through music! --How can I do it? How can I ever measure up!? The answer is in Vijay's words, "Focus, anticipate, pefect, and wait for the song to come to you." It can happen, and it will! I'm going to be arranging a Freestyle song for this year, as a start. I've already talked to Mr. Fisher. He said it didn't have to be long or complicated, but he is willing to let me at least experiment with the human voice and what I can do. I am so excited!! This will be a great opportunity!! And maybe, if I work hard, I'll make Vijay proud and write something that could even be published! Until then, I will not stop striving for perfection. I will not forget everything I've learned here.--I am sorry this took so long, but it was a whole week of learning, after all. And I have only scratched the surface of the great things that happened this week. I've seen so many amazing things happen! I've had so many experiences! So many opportunities! I don't want to stop! I want to keep having these miracles happen in my life!! I want to keep learning these lessons over and over again! It's a positive high! A high on learning!!! -- Yep. All-State. An adventure never to be forgotten.

Pocahontas has Met its Match...

Okay, so I saw another great Disney movie yesterday with my friend Ursula yesterday. For an early birthday present, she gave me this 3-D puzzle of the COOLEST BUILDING EVER BUILT: Notre Dame. I have had the grand opportunity to actually sing there and view its wonderfulness, so it holds a special place in my heart. So yeah, she got me the puzzle, and we put it together yesterday afternoon. As we were putting it together, we watched the second best -- possibly even the best -- Disney movie to go along with it: The Hunchback of Notre Dame.

I have not seen this movie in years. What I remembered from it was that it was an insanely good movie... and it still was. The MUSIC is to DIE for. All the songs are so good! And it's so cool how they were able to put in some Catholic mass chants and bells amidst the happy Disney music. My favorite song is, of course, "Heaven's Light" because it's that Beauty-and-the-Beast song Quasi Modo sings about Ezmerelda. How he has never felt love and suddenly she popped into his life and made him so happy. This movie could bring me to tears on many occasions, but one of them is when Quasi's being laughed, tied, and mocked by the people of Paris, and Ezmerelda comes up and saves him. It's so terrible how they treat him. Just because he's different.

And how about the villain? Frolo is really evil... And he's evil in a different way. Most other Disney Villains KNOW what they're doing is evil and they work FOR evil. Frolo believes he is pure... he believes what he's doing is what God wants. That's scary isn't it? We see that today, as well. Self-righteous people who tell others what to do because they feel they have the power and control to do it. And there's those extreme activists who perform murder for the sake of religion. It's a scary idea, and Disney portrays this idea well.

Yep, I think this ties with Pocahontas as the best Disney Movie of all time!!!

So many times out there
I've watched a happy pair
Of lovers walking in the night...
They had a kind of glow about them.
It almost looked like Heaven's light.

I never thought I'd know
That warm and loving glow,
Though I might wish with all my might...
No face as hideous as my face
Was ever meant for Heaven's light.

Then suddenly an angel has smiled at me
And kissed my cheek without a trace of fright...

I dare to dream that she
Might even care for me
And as I ring these bells tonight,
My cold, dark tower seems so bright
I swear it must be Heaven's light.

By the Way...

By the way, last night I dreamed about my ex-boyfriend. We broke up exactly a year ago...
Just thought I'd plug that in.

Alright, an Eventful Fourth...

I saw "Get Smart" with Thaddeus and the Redhead yesterday.

It was funnishly uncomfortable.

I loved being with him. With her. With both of them. They're both EXTREMELY nice people, which is why they work well together, I think. Anyway, Thaddeus picked me up and we drove out and saw the movie. Afterwards we decided we could still catch some fireworks. So we went up to a parking ramp and looked out along the horizons of our town and watched about six displays at once. They were far away, but we heard them.

Then we decided the stars were awful pretty that night, so we went out to a feild by my old Junior High School and we just laid down and watched the stars. The big dipper was out that night. That was the only constellation I recognized... And I saw it first. That was probably my favorite part of the night.

Then we went to the Redhead's house. We were going to watch a movie, but we couldn't decide on one, so Thaddeus simply played the guitar and we talked and joked around a bit. Thaddeus is very ticklish. So am I, but they never cared to see if I was. They were so cute, it made me want to go jump out of a window. Not die, necessarily, but do something that would take my mind off of it. And it takes something as extreme like jumping out a window to get my mind off of things like this. Does that make me a weird person? I think lots of people feel that way, they just don't want to admit it...

I felt like the thumb in a mittened hand. While Thaddeus and Redhead were enjoying themselves together, I felt a little like I wasn't supposed to be there. But they did seem very hospitable. Redhead talked to me a lot.. we have a lot in common. That's one thing I hate. Whenever I do something, Thaddeus always says things like, "Redhead does that too." And I wish I could say, "WELL I'M NOT REDHEAD, SO QUIT COMPARING ME TO HER ALL THE TIME!!"



Look at this, this entry is beginning to sound like my diary. Excuse my rants. On to more important things:



Anyway, time now for your traditional helena movie review on "Get Smart." Highly recommend it. It's got enough action and suspense, but it's also absolutely hilarious! The actor who plays Max is so silly... But he's so serious as he's being silly, it's even more silly! And this was probably Anne Hathaway at her best as well. My only problem: We never find out Agent 99's real name, and that annoys me. We know Max is Max, but who's Agent 99? Anyway, there are also some slams at the president in the movie. They're not bad, but you know what they're trying to say. So that added some extra political humor that I think some of my readers might enjoy.


Speaking of readers, I'm wondering if I should share this blog with anyone else in my friendship circle. My only thing against it would be all the personal stuff I've shoved in here. Like the beginning of this entry. But, at the same time, it's not impossible to remove this personal stuff, and if my readership widens enough, those who don't know me personally will never know who the people of which I speak are. Even those within my social circle might have a tough time with some of them, although just about everyone knows who Thaddeus and Redhead are. I didn't give them those nicknames to prevent people I know from understanding who they are. The purpose of these nicknames is to make sure that if there are any creepers out there, THEY won't know exactly who they are. I'm rambling now.

A Nightmare...

Last night I had a nightmare. a Bona fide nightmare.

I was with my church group... we were all in our trek shirts, so I'm assuming that I was back on the trek I had last month. We were on trains, driving to several various church sites. But on our way to one, this giant robotic THING came out of nowhere and with him came all this fire and destruction. All the kids fell into a pit. The robot reached out his hand, stuck it into the pit, scooped up six or seven kids, and ATE THEM. I can still hear the crunching of their bones. He looked evil. He had big eyes... kind of like "The Iron Giant" except bigger and oranger and with fire coming from somewhere on his body. There was fire everywhere. Somehow I managed to not fall in the pit. So I tried to run and hide behind one of the burning train cares. But he saw me and reached out his hand and said "more." I was more scared than I had ever been in a dream. I bolted.

For some reason, the robot decided he was content to eat the kids in the pit. So I saw a whole bunch of my fellow churchgoing priests and laurels get chomped up and swallowed. Somehow I got the courage to come close to him and ask him, "WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS?!"

He spoke in this deep, mechanical voice that ran through my body and eventually woke me up. "I was built to take care of this place... well, I was... hahaha!" Then he chomped up a whole bunch of kids again. I felt like I was going to be sick. Then he said, "You should have seen how my creator begged to not be destroyed. He said 'I own and maintain you! You can't eat me!' OWN AND MAINTAIN! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!" Then he laughed this maniacal laugh that made his eyes get all flamy and red and psycho and then he dove into the pit and ate everyone. I woke up to the sound of this laugh. I was shaking all over. It was still early in the morning, but I was afraid to go back to sleep.

Eventually I did, though. Then I dreamed that I was driving over this bridge and I ended up crashing my car through a concrete barrier and jumping from the bride I was on to another bridge. My friends were in the car with me, and they told me I just did something not only dangerous, but illegal. So we left the car on the bridge next to the broken concrete and ran. We went under the bridge into the river that was under us, and there we waited and watched as other drivers on the bridge stopped and looked at my white camry that was just sitting on the bridge with no owner. We feared the police would come, so Elizabeth Rhinevault, who happened to be with us, decided to to something about it. She swam until she was directly beneath the parked car on the bridge, and she spoke in a chipmunky voice. She said that she was carrying a bunch of druggies in the car, and they fell out of the car, crashed the barrier, and fell into the river. She then asked those who were up by the vehicle -- namely Mrs. Graff, who happened to be passing by -- to stay until we got out of the river and back to the car. There was no damage on the car, so they assumed Elizabeth was telling the truth and so they stayed. We swam out of the river and back up to the car. Then I woke up again.

I've had some weird dreams. That robot dream still freaks me out.

Oh, it's the fourth of July. Happy fourth all!!

MCR

I woke up today thinking of leather... don't know why.
I have little news to share, so I'm thinking I just might go into a tangent about something... something I like.
I got it. I guess I never told you how uber happy I get when I listen to the band My Chemical Romance. It's such a great band. I remember, back in the day, when they were really emo and I thought it was the greatest thing in the world. Now they've changed into sort of a progressive/anthem rock with their new CD, The Black Parade and they've improved so much!! I can hardly listen to their old stuff anymore without comparing it to the new. The concept of The Black Parade is about a cancer patient, ready to die in a hospital at any moment. He looks back on his life and feels fear, anger, joy, regret at his passing. At the very end, he says he's not afraid to move on. I love this band...
Okay, you have been successfully bored out of your skull, haven't you? I just wanted something to talk about, and I hadn't mentioned the MCR picture on my sidebar, yet, so I just threw this in here. Isn't Gerard Way FABULOUS-looking?! I should say so!!!

I am not afraid to keep on living
I am not afraid to walk this world alone
Honey, if you stay, I'll be forgiving
Nothing you can say can stop me going home

I see you lying next to me
with words I thought I'd never speak
awake and unafraid
alseep or dead...

-- My Chemical Romance, Famous Last Words

parental troubles...

Oh, by the way, my parents are telling me that I'm spending too much time on the computer, so they're telling me that if I don't shape up, I'll only be able to be on it for an hour each day. If my blog entries suddenly start getting really short, that would be why. I'm hoping to write most of these from around nine to ten, while my mom is working out and my dad is at work, but sometimes my sister is on here, checking her emails. So I'm trying to get up earlier so I can get done earlier so that it looks like I'm not wasting my day away. But I don't know. I'll keep you posted on my blogging strategies.

A Successful Dream

I had a dream last night! Finally!
It wasn't that great of a dream... I remember that me and a couple other people I know from school and church were playing these short soccer games. We all had different color t-shirts on. My team happened to be yellow, and this girl named Elizabeth was on my team. Apparently, we were worried about our performances in the games, because when these two other boys show up wearing yellow shirts, we get excited. They are the Athlete and one of his friends. Both play baseball in real life, so they were also wearing their baseball pants, cleats, socks, and hats. We knew that their athleticism would help us in the game. I never actually got to see them play, though. I remember playing myself... I would score quite a few goals, or assist in them. I really wondered why we were in such trouble. I felt like I was playing on an empty feild. There was even no goalie guarding the goal, half the time. I don't know what that was about.
Well, apparently after the games we ate refreshments provided by one of my church leaders who was there. Then she talked about how she had found these cardboard walls that she wished to keep over her bed, but they kept falling apart. So she was looking for a new bed cover. (???????)
Suddenly I was in my dad's old office, looking up and down the hallways for something. I haven't a clue what I was looking for, but there I was.
So yeah, that's my lame dream. I look back on it, and it's not as exciting as what I had hoped. Sorry I bored you, dear readers.