amo, amas, amat

"No matter how talented you are, it doesn't mean you have to stop working. You are a girl in the ballet world-the work never, ever ends. There will always be someone better. You each have talents that could take you so far and make you dancers-use them!"-Bryan, my ballet teacher

Nothing like a good lecture from Bryan, honestly I'm consistently amazed at how hard the man can make me work.

Ryan and Andrew came to my house this afternoon to steal my Evita cds (actually Andrew's) and sit in my bedroom for an hour. When asked by Ryan whether my mother would care that I had two boys in my room, one in my bed (Ryan of course)-I laughed. Ryan couldn't be less Ryan and Andrew couldn't be less Andrew. I love them in the way that is most fun-as friends.

Today I really lost it for the first time since my grandmother died. I was sitting in chorus with all the Carousel leads and talking about religion, and we got off on a tangent-anyways, idiot that I am, I ended up crying my eyes out. For weeks after she died, I just felt numb-it was hard to be happy or sad, I just stayed numb. And now, the littlest thing sets me off and I turn into a mess. Anyways, thanks to my chorus cool kids Ryan, Lauren, Andrew, and Kathy who were amazingly supportive and ignored how weird my random outburst was. Kathy is just the most amazing girl, and I am so happy and lucky that we became good friends recently.
Ballet made my day a lot happier, with presents from all my dancing girlies. I got some blinging earrings (what what) and a lot of candy. A LOT of candy. (I'll be 16 tomorrow) So my birthday is keepine me on the up and up.

Anyone notice how getting exactly what you want is so much harder than it should be?

Annapolis Summer Garden Theatre is doing A Chorus Line. Moira may get her chance to flaunt those "Tits and Ass," tell everyone how "4 foot 10" is the story of her life, or tell the world that she "really couldn't sing." YES. In the words of Cynthia Onrubia, "I knew I was going to grab that padded bra and fake lashes and audition for the show, whether they knew I was 15 or not."

Word.

RULES:
1. Hit shuffle and pick the first twenty-five songs on your playlist.
2. Write down each song that comes up. NO DELETING, no matter how embarrassing they are.
3. Friends, after enjoying, copy and paste these rules in your own journal, repeat, and rinse.

1. she’s so high-tal bachman
2. lola-the kinks
3. wild side-lou reed
4. fade into you-mazzy star
5. weapon-matthew goode
6. February-dar Williams
7. good mother-jann arden
8. origin of love-john Cameron mitchell
9. fake plastic trees-radiohead
10. I just don’t think I’ll ever get over you-colin hay
11. volcano-damien rice
12. let go-frou frou
13. wonderwall-oasis
14. the only living boy in new york-simon and garfunkel
15. velvet morning-verve pipe
16. twilight-vanessa carlton
17. I want your sex-george Michael
18. short skirt long jacket-cake
19. sweet transvestite-tim curry
20. tom’s diner-suzanne vega
21. mad world-gary jules
22. julianne-ben folds five
23. where’s summer b.?-ben folds five
24. unsent-alanis
25. carrying cathy-ben folds

1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 123.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the sentence in your journal along with these instructions.
5. Don't search around and look for the "coolest" book you can find. Do what's actually next to you.

"The perceived advantage of being a gay male performer might actually be a double-edged sword."-Sean Jeremy Palmer from Making it on Broadway-Actor's Tales to the Top

I have the flu. It's pleasant, really. My fever finally went back down to low-grade this morning after being ungodly high last night. Luckily, I got to lie in bed all day and then watch De-Lovely. What a great movie. Did you know that Kevin Kline and Patti LuPone used to live together in the early 80s? Does this have any significance to anyone but me and all the other strange children who know every word to every musical Patti LuPone has ever been in? Probably not. Patti LuPone was on Will and Grace two weeks ago but my mother forgot to tape it. Damn. Chita Rivera was on this week. I want to look that good when I'm 77.

In other news, for those of you who don't know, I will be playing the role of Louise in Carousel this spring at my school. Also, I am having the entire Boston University swim team over to my house next week for dinner. I kid you not. My sister and the team are taking their bus from UMBC to Annapolis after their meet. Crazy.

my grandmother died this afternoon.

Yello, everybody! I don't have school today. Be jealous. Very jealous:). Anyways, I have to actually study at some point. Studying. Ewww. The upside? Only have to get an A on one exam, can get C's on most of the rest, and D's on two exams and still maintain my 4.12. Niiiice. I kind of wish I had gone to the con. It looks like it was good. Also, Katie Sieracki and Warren were there in addition to everyone else, so that should have been even more incentive to go. Whatev. Ballet class has been canceled three times in the past week. Ummm...ewww. My muscles may atrophy.
Oh, and for some good news, I was cast as Louise in Carousel at my school. I'll be playing my friend Andrew's daughter. Interesting and exciting...But I get my own ballet and pas de deux in the second act which is exciting. And I'm also dyeing my hair a few shades lighter for the show. I think my father is jealous of Andrew's part. He's been walking around the house singing Soliloquy. That show has such a bad message it's not even funny. In the script my father has to hit me.
This weekend was really uneventful. I watched movies all Saturday which was kind of boring. Yesterday Andrew and I went to Wendy's and drove around and skidded in parking lots and sang Evita.
Oh, Thursday my dance company went to perform in Glen Burnie. OF course we got lost. I think that's required. Anyways, it was noooot a nice part of Glen Burnie. Of course....so we took "lost in Glen Burnie" photos. Lots of Nascar flags. Exciting! So yeah. It's breakfast time.
I also broke my second toe. I think.

The first week back at school was much less traumatizing than I thought it would be, which I was incredibly grateful for. Uh...tech week is next week, where I end up being way too bitchy, and generally take the bitchiness out on all the wrong people. It's frustrating, but I am very very excited to do the shows-AND I get to miss one night of tech week and go perform with the County Ensemble at Chesapeake High. Which I think is the only high school in the county to which I haven't been.
Umm...I'm convinced that I get way too much of a bang out of small joys. Like raspberry tea or a compliment on an outfit. It makes my day. For instance, yesterday my Music History teacher brought us bagels and I practically had a seizure from happiness. I'm like a fucking cocker spaniel. But it's all great fun.
I've taken up knitting, and I'll make scarves on request. I won't start charging until I get a bunch of offers, so if you're one of the first, be happy. You are one of the few, the proud, the people who wear a Moira T. Price-made scarf. Or whatever. They're hot. Ted Leo should be on tour so I can go to a concert. Damn European tour or whatever. My cousins are cool.
Speaking of which, I really want to talk to one of my cousins, but he hasn't deigned to go online in like ever. Damn.
I got the Last Five Years recording for Christmas and it is so good it makes me crazy. Ach. Yes!
When i get off of ballet for too long I break things in my house. Which is why I went to three classes this week when I didn't have to. Ahh yes for ballet dorkage.
I need a boyfriend. Like really, I suppose I know that I don't need a man to complete me, and on and on and on. But, it seems only fair. In a while I'll be like listening to sappy Sade songs and crying into cups of black coffee. Or something along those lines. Soooo...if you know A Few Good Men (not the movie, people) send them along Moira's way. Please?
Adding to the fact that I'm a big nerd is that my performance on the PSATs (1360, baby!) has led me to look at colleges. So far I'm liking NYU, Marymount Manhattan, or the University of the Arts. My parents aren't thrilled with the idea of me doing nothing but dancing in college, though. Whatever.
It doesn't seem fair that I have two years left of high school. At all. I've made great friends at Broadneck, unfortunately, they're mostly upperclassmen. I hate going to school without Cory, it sucks because we're best friends, but at least I have the knowledge that we'll be going to college at the same time, and most likely in the same place. It worries me with people like my friend Andrew, that I will see him less and less. The prospect of losing touch with people terrifies me. I don't know what it is about that.
Why is everyone at my school going south for college. The weather I know, but those damn red states...My little dorky music history class had a conversation about how much they'd hate me in the south. A generalization, I know, but the South and I aren't fond of each other. I like real seasons. Also, the whole Southern Hospitality thing doesn't fly with me. Like, what the hell were they thinking with Cracker Barrel as well. I seem to recall that lemonade was practically a hallucinogen (the only fun part of the whole Cracker Barrel experience) and that Cory's salad had no vegetables. And my vegetable platter was like fried okra. Eww.
Anyways, back to the present;)
Living in Clip is too good to be true. YES!

help! I'm addicted to wintergreen tic tacs and I just can't fucking stop!