Sicky McSicky-Sick

Since I was 15, I've been calling the state of being sick "Sicky McSicky Sick." I wrote that in my agenda today (because for some odd reason I feel compelled to remind myself that the reason why a date is blank is because I was sick), and my friend read it out with the most incredulous look on her face. It was then I realized how absolutely ridiculous the phrase is. Sicky McSicky Sick? Really? I don't even know where that came from, I just know that whenever I'm sick, that's what I call myself when I'm notifying people. Why are you notifying people, you may ask. Well, it's the information age and what else are you really going to write in your Facebook status or on Twitter.

So comes the logical next topic. If you read my last blog, you'll know I recently went to NYC (I'll talk about that in a minute). What I didn't know when I got on that bus is that I would be sentencing myself to two days of bed rest because EVERYONE WHO GOES TO NEW YORK CITY GETS SICK. Legit. Everyone in our group came home sick or working on getting sick. My sickness came to be partway through period one at school... and it sucked majorly. I hate French as it is. So I ended up lying on my parents bed watching mindless TV for two days straight... and teaching myself how to play Beatles Monopoly. OK, I guess that part was awesome.

So. NYC. I had an awesome time. Sure, I got rushed around like nobody's business and I really learned who I can only deal with for a day and a half max, but I saw all the sights (hellooo, M&M World in Times Square?!) and got shown around by a hilarious, repetitive tour guide who was terrified of bees.... Oh yeah, AND I saw two awesome shows. Wicked and Billy Elliot. Both fantastic. Wicked was just as amazing as I was expecting and I had absolutely no complaints. <3 Billy Elliot... the lead boy blew my mind with his dancing (not so much with his singing) and his best friend had me dying with laughter. Yay, cross-dressing comedy!

Anyway, I'm pretty much better now... and am still amusing myself with television. I realized earlier today that even though I'm in love with music and theatre and musical theatre... I haven't been watching Glee. What?! So right now, I'm watching a boy in a wheelchair lead "Sit Down You're Rocking the Boat" from Guys and Dolls. Love. Quality television. This is after watching an absolutely terrifying episode of Ghost Whisperer. To think, world, I could've gone my whole life without seeing Jennifer Love Hewitt's eyes and mouth stitched together... and then seeing another much more creepy woman with the same ailment. I swear to God.

Theatre. Gah. This won't be my last rant about the disaster that my drama class is becoming. We have the best teacher. We have the best class since 2006 (they were amazing -- their production was entirely unforgettable, I still remember every second). We have two great scripts. We have some pretty damn good resources. So could you tell me why we seem to be not doing a production?! I admit that I'm not the class's strongest actor. I mean, there's a reason my film group put me on camera op and editing. But I am a theatre lover and I can see that my class has the talent to do it, even if we don't have the usual amount of time to pull it off. And I know that I can measure up to that talent if I work at it.

How the fuck did our year end up being the academically fortunate one that gets ripped off for everything else?

Wow. I ended this kind of cynical.

Major assignments completed: 3
Days 'til my first SAT: 7
Weight lost: 15 pounds