--- Spring Break. ---

              Friday, I came home from school and packed, then napped. And texted a bunch.

Saturday, me and my Dad left for Schulenburg. Schulenburg is in between Houston and San Antonio, and it's where my Dad and my grandma meet for me to trade cars and go to the other city. We met up and ate at Whataburger, and sat and talked.

After about an hour, we left and I continued my journey to San Antonio.

The rest of the day Saturday, I went to my grandma's, got situated, showered, and went to bed.

Sunday, we went to church in the old ward and I got to see all my old friends. We went home, I napped, and just chilled for the rest of the day.

Monday, I got up extra early to go kidnap Chelsee. Litterally. I had secretly made plans through her sister and got her parent's okay. We drove to her house and Kala, her sister, pretended to get something from her car when really I was stepping inside and grabbing her bag, that had secretly been packed by her mom. Kala went and grabbed Chelsee, blinded her with her robe, picked her up and dragged her outside, shoved her in the car, and we sped off to Rolling Oaks.

We went to Dillard's and tried on cute dresses and took pictures. After that, we just randomly walked around and caught up. At one point, she was eager to see who I had been texting the entire time, and she took my phone and tried reading my conversation. After tring to retrieve my phone, she has stuffed it in her pocket, accidentally hitting the talk button, which called my friend. He was surprised. Haha

Later, we were climbing around on the beds in Macy's and decided to call him because she wanted to 'hear his voice.' So we did. We put him on speaker and continued to walk around the mall.

Afterwards, on our way out, we ran into some friends in Dillard's, who was tring on dresses, gave a few opinions, and left.

We went home and played the gamecube, and later crashed. She left early Tuesday morning. Later, I went to an old friend's house, took a quick dip in their backyad pool, tanned, caught up, and talked about the story we're writing together.

Later, my sisters came and picked me up and we went and walked around at La Canterra. We talked about home life and our situation, and later went to Zio's. Jenny, my older sister, was venting to the tablecloth, and a random old lady wanted to come and read it. She gave us this huge, long pep talk about how boys underestimate women and our awesomeness and they're just all around jerks, and how God has blessed us women. That made for an awesome story. Steph, my oldest sister, took us to her apartment, where we chilled and listened to music, and later she took us home.

Wednesday, we all just chilled around the house and my little cousin Olivia came to spend the night. She's six, and a hassle. (Just like anoy other six year old. xD ) 

The rest of the week, I just rested, relaxed, and slept. Ahh, sleep. I love it. : D

We left for Schulenburg on Saturday, met up at around three-ish, they talked, I got bored, Dad got me a mint brownie blizzard from Dairy Queen, and we were once again on our way.

Before I even got a chance to go home, I picked up my friends April and Olivia, and we went to Jamba Juice. My treat.

I went home, unpacked, showered, and slept. More.

Sunday, we got up for church, went, came home, napped, and chilled for the rest of the day.

And THAT, my friends, was my Spring Break.

--- Acting. ---

I love acting.
I've loved it ever since I took Mrs. Poorboy's drama -oops, theatre- class in sixth grade.
I think it suits my hectic, crazy, and dramatic life.
Yesterday, at 2:00, I missed auditions to be in my second play.
Now, rehearsals start tomorrow.
For the next month, I'll be a little more depressd thatn usual.
Why?
Because acting was my escape from the world.
My escape from my problems.
When I was in that arena, it felt like the world around me had dissapeared.
It's crazy how the saying, "You don't know what you've got 'till it's gone." applies in my life in SO MANY different ways.
Instead of doing the plays at the local college, he wants me to do them at the local theatre, because he wants them to be a little more friendly with the schedules.
When I did the Christmas musical, I usually didn't get to bed until midnight.
My body got used to it after, like, the first week, so feeling tired all the time wasn't a problem.
My grades, in algebra especially, didn't hold up.
No, I didn't fall asleep in class. I never have unless done with a test and it was the only thing we did that day.
Because of missing school for performances, which were only on Fridays, and my teacher loving to give out TESTS on Friday, THAT'S why my grades were terrible.
So that's the reason why I'll probably never go back to that college for another play unless during the summer, which I'll probably spend in other places.
Not to mention, the next play the local theatre is doing is Cinderella. >.<
There's NO WAY. Nope.
I don't care if I never act again.
Okay, that's a lie, but still.
NO.
So, if I seem extra depressed one day, this just might be why.
Just lettin' you know.