Blogging more? Let's see how long this lasts...

Hello again.
So. I'm always cleaning my room. it's a long, long task. Half of the reason that it takes so long is that, as I clean, I decorate and I also abuse my netflix account. Which is how I managed to get through all the seasons of Torchwood and Bones and summer isn't even over yet.
Proof of the decorating comes to you in a picture of the new Chinese lanterns I bought online so that my room would have (minimally) better lighting:

Lovely, isn't it?
in addition to doing this, I also used all of those paper cranes that I had sitting around my room from the wedding and didn't have a heart to throw out, by linking them all together to form a chain:

This idea is not entirely unlike the other cranes hanging from my room either:

They are all so pretty.
Anyway, so as I was cleaning this old messy room of mine, I realized that I really drink a lot of Brisk Raspberry Iced Tea. It is apparent in the amount of empty bottles of it around my room. And I'm sure there are more in waste facilities around the state, as this is what I drink on road trips, as well. This doesn't even count my car. I'm sure there are SO many more in my car:

Safe to say that I have an addiction? I believe that would be a fair conclusion.

-Bridget

Hotel Paper Cranes

So, as mentioned before, I'm staying at a hotel in Dubuque IA, while looking at colleges.
In the bathroom of my room, I found a paper towel on which were written 10 creative things to do with the towel:

The last one said that I should try to make an origami swan. Well I have no idea how to do that, but I can make origami cranes, so I did that!

So I'm in Dubuque, IA right now looking at schools that I want to go to.

I really want to go to Loras Catholic College here. it's so pretty! Just look:

I really love this campus. It's so pretty and old and awesome. The only problem I have is that there doesn't seem to be a huge drama department. I mean they have productions, but even the auditorium is pretty small. 

You know what they say about big auditoriums?

I'm not gonna say larger audiences. 

Later we went to dinner at Applebee's for dinner and I had this amazing steak with bruschetta topping and shrimp, not to mention our amazing appetizer sampler thingy. 

I'm so full :)

-Bridget

The Fault in Our Stars. And The Reason I Don't Pre-order.

So John Green has to sign 2,000 books a day for about 75 days or sommat like that. That's because he promised that every pre-ordered book would be personally signed by him.
Well, as much as I want John to sign my book, I regret to say that I find the book would be worth less to me if he signed it in the pre-assembly stage than if I were to take it to a Nerdfighter gathering to be signed in person, as well as my copies of 'Looking for Alaska', 'Paper Towns', 'Abundance of Katherines', 'Will Grayson, Will Grayson', and my copies of Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman and the 'Catcher in the Rye' by J.D. Salinger (reason being for the last two is that they have specific meaning in two of John's books. Also, their true authors are deceased. Walt Whitman isn't in the position to sign my book.).
Also, I love bookstores. And I look forward to going into a bookstore in order to get the new book the day it comes out, rather than thanking the UPS guy who brings it to my door. In fact, while I get my book, I want to go to the Cafe at my Barnes & Noble and get a nice cup of coffee and start reading it right there.
Atmosphere is really important in my life. You should see my room. There are paper cranes hanging from the ceiling and a big Chinese lantern and everything.
But yeah. That's why I'm going to drive all the way to Barnes & Noble the day it comes out, even if there is a possibility that they might not have a copy left. Even though that would kill me.
I just don't pre-order books.
I stake out bookstores.
-Bridget
P.S. Happy Esther Day! I love...all of you :)
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the Bad-Excuse Dragon left you a present...

So I have a new blog.
It's a Tumblr.
Does that make me a traitor?
Either way, I'll be blogging more from that more that I will from this. Which doesn't seem a hard feat based on the fact that I almost never blog on here.
But you know, maybe I can use the excuse that I don't have a very interesting life! I mean, what high school senior does? Or maybe I don't have anything to say about anything? What's to say? "Went to see the Green Lantern and bought a Coke Zero from the gas station. Raise the roof."? (name the reference and you get an imaginary prize!)
Alright. So my life isn't that un-interesting and I always have something to say...
Would you believe me if I said I was lazy?
Ok. I'm lazy.
And not just about writing. True, writing is important in having a blog, but there is something else more important that I am also too lazy to do.
Thinking. I mean, I do think....but coming up with ideas that are blog-worthy takes some serious planning skills. As well as an honest wish to do so. If you don't WANT to have a good, read-worthy blog, then you won't.
Well I shouldn't say that as a rule. I'm sure someone out there set out to make a really dumb blog but got a ton of peope to read it regularly. What I'm saying is that not wishing and attempting to make your blog good is probably not going to help you in making it big. Your own mother probably won't read it.
If I were to write a blog like that, my mother wouldn't. There is two reasons for that:
1. Said blog is probably absolute crap, &
2. My mother can barely work the computer.
So you should probably like what you do, if you are going to spend so much time doing it.
Hey, that sounds like a life lesson about college and careers and such! Gee, this has been a Super-Fun time!
*que look of deathly sarcasm*

So I will now leave you my Tumblr.com url. please follow me there as well as here:
http://www.tumblr.com/tumblelog/bridgetincognito
I will be posting in there as well as in here. often. ish.
Au revoire!

You're A Good Man, Charlie Brown, A new theatre, and the Cast of a Storm

I went to see a musical on Friday night at the newly renovated Monroe Theatre Guild-You're a Good Man, Charlie Brown.
The theatre? Beautiful. Nothing like the crappy, scrappy old department store we used to use all of the time. Even the workspace, which was once nothing short of treacherous to walk on barefoot or in sandals is now a beautiful SHINY hardwood floor. So everything, absolutely everything is different and new.
But honestly, I don't know how I feel about that...
You see, I'm kind of a creature of habit, and only things that are truly traumatic or a very very long period of time can change my way of doing things. I don't know why this is, but it could be because my constant stream of bad luck has lead me to believe that any tip of the scale will have my hanging onto anything left for dear life...
ANYWAY...the reason for my hesitation about the gorgeous new Theatre Guild set-up is probably because about three years ago, this is where I met Riley.
Also, it really pisses me off that he didn't get to see it now. He would have loved it...
The new set-up itself is completely different, except for the costume shop, which they haven't gotten to yet, but wasn't even that bad to begin with. We have that whole hard-wood rehearsal space, a new make-up room (YES! we've NEVER had a WHOLE ROOM for putting on make-up!), multiple new bathrooms with one including a shower, a kitchen for food prep, and a brilliant and cunning little Black Box theatre.
The show itself was the first show that has been performed in the theatre, and it was cute.
The whole cast did brilliantly, and I especially loved the character of Snoopy.
My favorite part actually had to be during the song: Glee Club Rehearsal, where everyone was fighting about something:
Linas took Lucy's pencil, because she took his crayons; Lucy said that if Linas didn't give back her pencil, then she was going to tell Sally what Linas had said about her, which provoked Linas to withhold the pencil until Lucy promised not to say anything. Well, Sally overheard and wanted to know what Linas had said so she took the pencil from Linas and told Lucy she'd give it back if she told Sally what Linas had said about her.
and Lucy told her:
"He said, he said: You're an Enigma!"
at this, in the audience, I burst out laughing.
I have a history with being called an Enigma, and this was just one of those moments where I have to wonder why my life is set up with both shocking coincidences and tragic irony.
I wonder if this is all coined the way that it is so that one day, I don't have a choice in being a writer anymore.
In fact, the way I see it, I could probably write a book right now, and it wouldn't be half bad. I mean, it might not be half good either, but if you're one of the very few who reads this blog, you'd know better than I would anyway.


It's raining right now, outside my windows.
I haven't been able to sleep in my own bed very well at times, so sometimes I sleep on the couch in the rec room. It's particularly nice tonight because of the storm.
I love storms, but they always make me somewhat morose, and right now they have me thinking about all the things I miss.
I'll try to dismiss that, though, and focus on what the rain is:
The rain is cool, as smooth as silk.
It's quiet, like a whisper. Like rain, when you hear a whisper, it's often soft enough that you don't even realize you're hearing it until everything else fades away and it's just you and the whisper; you and the rain.
The thunder could never sound threatening to me, even when it echoes like a canon. It just makes me feel warmer, and safer where ever I am.
Except now, but that doesn't matter.
When thunder rolls, it almost seems to me like it's upset that it has to make sound. Thunder doesn't want to scare children and wake the sleeping. It doesn't relish having a reputation for sounding angry, but Thunder is peeved, therefor even though it doesn't really want to sound annoyed and loud and disgruntled, it will anyway.
Lightening is another story...Lightening is aloof. It comes and goes when it's called, but only stays long enough to make the appropriate entrance and then leave. You can see it as it goes: a few veins of white and blue light that spirit across the sky faster than your eyes can change focal points.
Some say that Thunder and Lightening go hand in hand, but I disagree. I think that Rain is the real star of the show, the one that's always loved and worshiped and the one that people kiss each other standing in. Then Thunder is the side-kick, the one that people hear and either like or dislike, but based on the reputation adapted from the opinions of nearly every dog, child, and light sleeper in the world, isn't very happy with his lot in life. Lightening comes last, but that's because Lightening chose to do it that way. He doesn't mind or care. He has other things to think about, and illuminating the dark world for a few milliseconds isn't the biggest worry he has; hence the reason he's always late to work: lack of care.


The rain still hasn't stopped, but I might now just sit and listen to it.

A post long overdue...Riley V. Whitehead in my memory

I know that just about...nobody...reads this blog.

I'm okay with that.

Still, I feel like I owe it to myself now to at least attempt to start writing again. Otherwise I might explode.

So.

A little over a week ago, a dear, dear friend of mine commited suicide.
Riley Vernon Whitehead took all of his dear friends by surprise and jumped of the 9-floor balcony of his Madison apartment. Riley passed away at the hospital.
That's a brief overveiw. I'm not going to explain why he did this, and I'm not going into any more detail about this event.
Really, what I think I will write about, even if it's only for a little while, is what an enigma Riley was to me.

This is one of my absolute favorite pictures of Riley.
Can you guess that book?
I did: Fahrenheit 451

That kid...you could never tell if his stories were real, or if they were stolen, or just made up. I swear, sometimes, I wanted them to be real just because that made him into a super-hero. A flawed super-hero, yes...but a hero none-the-less.

One of the best things about Riley was that he knew when he'd really screwed something up. and he knew his faults. He made fun of his faults, turned them into faults I wanted to have, even though it wouldn't be the same, and I'd just be a huge mess.
I think that God graces every (or at least most) humans with a certain amount of charm. A teaspoon of wit and magic mixed into the rest of our genetics. Well, God must have been distracted, and put in about 4 times as much charm into that kid as he did for the rest of us. Now that chemical imbalance had to be fixed, and I think the only way to set it off was to give him the most creative and inventive brain since that of Da Vinci.
Well, actually...he'd laugh at me if I said that, so maybe not Da Vinci. Still, you get the point. He was an amazing liar, but I miss the lies.
I also really miss him.