People

Have you ever tried so hard to get someone to listen to you but they just won't? You try reverse psychology, you try to just tell them, you try to act upset (Which you are) and they treat you like you don't have a clue what you are talking about.


Have you ever just had a bad feeling about something, you just knew it was not a good idea, and you try to tell someone but once again they just blow you off.

I am so done caring about people, they NEVER care back. Ever. I have been failed.

I know I don't have evidence or good reasoning... but don't you trust me enough to not need it? No? K. Some much for that. Well, I trusted you. Thanks for holding the mutual feeling.
You suck. People in general suck.

To make matters worse, I don't get to go to Jay's game...and its on cable. I don't have cable.



Good Luck Team...wish I knew what was going on.
Go, Doug, Go.
You deal with it,

Nowhere Girl

Let me tell you what is awesome....

It starts with a 'Y' and ends with a 'y'
It began with with four boys from Liverpool and continues with three men and a band from Omaha.

Did you guess Yesterday and Today? *DING DING DING* You are correct!

Every year, around this time, a show comes to the Omaha Community Playhouse. It is put on by a wonderful band and some brothers. Each year I am blown away by the quality of the performance. It may possibly be the highlight of my year, and my dream job.

If you're like me and prefer the stage to the audience, this is the show for you. Being a request show, the audience is involved 100% of the time singing, dancing, and laughing together. There is never a dull moment.

Did I mention this is a Beatle extravaganza?
 I know what you're thinking... "How can these people pull off the best music ever written by four of the most talented men ever to live?" Well my skeptic friend. I really do not know, all I do know is that they do...every weekend for the whole moth of December and many scattered performances through out the rest of the year. They know every song on The Beatles catalog. Now that's what I call talent.

If you, my wonderful readers, ever get the opportunity to see "Yesterday and Today" I advise you to do so, and enjoy it the whole time because it will be over way to soon.

Forever Raving,
Nowhere Girl

www.yesterdayandtodayshow.com

I Am So Sick and Tired of Fake.

There is absolutely nothing wrong with being yourself. Even if you are an unoriginal, boring, person who wears gray all day everyday...it's ok if it's who you are.

One of my gifts, or maybe it's a curse, is being able see very easily when someone is not being who they are. You don't have to pretend to be some freak or a nobody. Be yourself! WEAR A PAIR OF JEANS!

Be yourself for God's sake.
Nowhere Girl

Oh, Mary!

Mary,Mary, Mary!
[If you don't know the origin of this nickname, I advise you.... Do not ask.

I think Mary is borderline awetastic. If Jack McBrayer and Tina Fey had a baby, it would be my buddy Mary. She even looks like Jack.

I first met Mary in la clase de Espanol on the third day of Freshman year. She is so so so so....ugh... Lack of words

[let me add, right before this I had an unnatural amount of sugar. My brain is fuzzy fried]

I really love Mary [this just in! If Mary was a boy her name would be Marty...not Paul.

Mary is a mixture of Jesus, candy, sand, happiness, Katy Perry, chicken, lolapolluza, cold play, cats, moneymaking, hats,sex, tibias, ipads, and butt cushions all blended together to create a pancake of perfection.

Brain Dead Sugar High,

Nowhere Girl

I am feeling rather full of myself this morning...

I have frequent viewers from Russia, Germany, Latvia, and Brazil!

Eeep! Yay!

Nowhere Girl

Death

Dying is the easiest thing we will do in our lifetime.

The past few weeks, I have been sick. Not the "cough cough" sick, but rather sick in the head. At first I thought it was just me, then I peaked out of my cloud and saw everyone was off their rocker. We were all down in the dumps.

Bad news on the door step, I couldnt take one more step. I can't remember if I cried, when I read about his widowed bride, but something touched me deep inside the day the music died.

People die everyday.

Neville Longbottom: It doesn't matter that Harry's gone. People die every day. Friends, family. Yeah, we still lost Harry tonight. He's still with us, in here

[gestures to chest.]

Death is "quicker and easier than falling asleep", and its our job to live what we have.

Dying, or the moment of death itself, is very easy. Simply driving a car isn't guaranteed to be safe. It's easy to take your own life. No one can protect you from death, not even yourself.

Death is a simple as a long extended drum role. ( I plugged my ears and hid under my desk in this part of of Tale of Two Cities)

Death is closer and closer every second that passes.

Somewhere, probably right next to me, George is waiting. He will be there to take my hand and guide me to my next life. As cheesy as it sounds, because of it, I don't fear death.

Love and Death are equivalent,

Nowhere Girl

It has recently come to my attention...

I am going to have to grow up.

Now I don't mean maturity level wise, but literally grow up. I am looking at how fast my high school career is flying by, and thinking, college is just around the corner. Where do I want to go? What do I want to be?

I was thinking yesterday, how excited I am to live in my very own appartment. I used to be strongly opposed to the idea of appartments, but recently the idea has opened up. I feel like the time you live in an appartment, is like a portal between the time you are a young hipster adult, and you become a full blown adult. I feel like this carefree (not literally carefree) time in my life is going to be the most fun. Figuring out what you want to do, becoming you.

Marriage. The very word is bitter sweet. Think about this: Your spouse is currently on this planet somewhere. The person you are going to marry might even be thinking about you right now. I honestly think about my wedding a lot. I can't see my face, or my husbands when I visualize this monumental day. I merely see are hands together, never letting go. Just love, happiness, peace in my heart. It may sound cheesy, but it's true. This day will be here before any of us know it.

Children. I once told someone I was going to have my own children and that person looked at me and said, " EEeeewwwww!! That's so gross!" I was honestly really offended. Even though it is several years into the future, my children mean the world to me. Even though they aren't really here... They're here. This person went on to tell me how they are going to adopt all their kids, because getting pregnant really wasn't worth it. First of all, adoption is wonderful, but I wouldnt go as far as saying having your own kids isn't worth is because of pain. That's what miracle drugs are for, and plus it's a few measly few hours of the (give or take a few) 100 years you have on this planet. Suck it up. And chances are if you are married and having sexual relations with your husband, I am willing to bet your going to get pregnant. Just saying. Yes, I am going to shove a human being out of my body and it's going to hurt. Why? Because I love them that much.

EClaire and I were in the maternity ward of a hospital back in April, visiting a new baby. The thought occurred to us..in about a decade, this will be us, sitting in a hospital scared out of our mind with a brand new baby. All ours. Forever. Raising them even after they leave us, and have children of their own.

I'll leave you with these thoughts. Wouldn't want to blow up your brain or anything, but I am going to ask you to really think about all this. Really think about all this.

It's the circle or life, and it moves us all,

Nowhere Girl

P.S. to lazy to proofread.

I think now would be a good time....

To blog about my good friend John-John. Yes, I do recognize his code name is merely his name said twice but there is a story behind it...

Ok not really, I just found myself unknowingly referring to him as "John-John" until my mom pointed it out. So here is an open apology to him if he hates me calling him that.

Where to start... Well I think this boy makes the world go around. Honestly, I am still in shock he gives me any recognition, let alone became one of my best friends. I can't believe a person like him would even associate with me. He makes my heart melt every time I see him. I like to consider him my older brother. (once again, sorry if this creeps you out, John-John) He is the most wonderful listener, ever. Although I feel like I am bugging him, I will always turn to him with my problems, he knows pretty much everything about me. He makes me feel important, like I am worth something.

I lookup to him on so many levels. I feel like I got to become myself, because I met my beloved John-John. Everything he says, blows me away by its a) intelectual substance, or b) the comic relief. I can honestly say I love him , and I don't know what'd I would do without him.


John-John, I know I can be super annoying, and honestly an overall creep, but I love you. I really do.

Forever and Always,

Nowhere Girl

I am Where I am Supposed to Be

So we hit day two of no play practice. I did fairly well. I barely even thought about it all day. Only when we had a mini cast reunion in the hallway. As I looked into the faces of my sisters, I realized I was exactly where I was supposed to be at that point in time. I realized, even though Charlotte's Web is over, I still have every one of those girls. As for the boys? They'll always be there too, even if it's only in my memories. I was happy. It's all rather bitter sweet.

After school EClaire and I went sat in the auditorium. I didn't cry. I laughed and laughed. I could really see the whole show, and all I could think was "We are damn good!" We were soon joined by Murrbeth. We laughed some more. Most of my best memories that are going to be made at DASH are going to happen in that very room. It's already given me so many.

It's the buttermilk.

Nowhere Girl

This is harder than I thought.....

Guess what I am doing this very minute? Sitting in my room, alone, in the dark, listening to showtunes, and crying. I am miserable. I've been flipping out all day. During my free, I went and sat in the theatre stared at the set that looked so lonely, and cried. I didn't know what else to do. I feel like my utter sadness was driving people crazy. Maybe it was, but I honestly don't care. I need to vent this, I need to cry, release these half happy toxins from my body. I feel like the theatre is constantly giving me s hug, but today, she had to leave for awhile. She was going on a long vacation. I feel like part of my heart has left. This is killing me, but my day did get a little bit brighter when I saw my beloved Murrbeth. Her face made my day.

NarNar and Fasian tried to comfort me all day. I would not listen. One day this will pass, I will merely smile at the memories. I've gotten so much love the past few months. Nothing but it. I look forward to all the magic I am going to make in the coming years, growing to love even more beautiful people. I will not take advantage of the time I have left, but embrace it and cherish it. It's my job to carry on the traditions and show the love.

I do want to go into an acting career, or maybe so film related profession. Although, I don't know if I'm good enough, God knows I will try. I am going o do what I love. Over and over and over again.
I am going to back to crying now...

When the beating of your heart matches the beating of the drum,

Nowhere Girl

The Theatre is Magic...

Blessed are those who make that magic...

I would first like to apologize for absence, I have had quite the busy few weeks.

I got into acting, because I was never very athletic. It was also easier to pretend to be someone else than it is to be yourself. I became fairly good at acting and did many different shows. I always had amazing cast members, but none of us were very close as a whole. I came last year to DASH and tried out for the spring musical. There are really no words to describe the bond that cast had. The friends I made within that cast are the ones I wil keep forever. Last night was the closing performance of the fall play. Once again we had the bond of a family. We welcomed new faces, held dear the old, and missed the ones who have left us. Apart, we are magically talented unicorns. Together we are the most wonderfully fabuolous, magically magical, all the happiness in the world put together and we put on the best show that stage has ever seen. We are magic. There are honestly no words, and if you aren't in the theatre department at DASH, you simply wouldn't understand.

I had a nightmare last night that I would never see my beloved John-John again. For awhile I was really upset about it, then I thought. Nothing could tear us apart. There was nothing to get upset about. The love we have gotten in DASH Theatre is indestructible. I am going to miss Lurvy, Arable, and my husband Homer everyday now that I won't get to see them everyday, but we have eachother in our hearts we will see eachother often. I love them all.

No end and no beginning,

Nowhere Girl

The Importance of Wednesday

Are you ready to meet another one of my friends? This friend of my holds an entire day of the week, dedicated to her. Her name is Fire Phoenix of the Sea, but we will just call her Unicorn.

Unicorn is older than me, in fact she is so old she is turning 19 in 8 or 9 days depending on how you are counting. I met Ms. Unicorn last year and we grew fond of each others beings. There are really no way to describe Unicorn, she is just all around fabulous. She has to be the epitome of "mind-blowing" people. I recieved a letter from her the other day, and nearly cried. Her and I spent quite a bit of time together over the summer, and we watched so super sketch movies, all involving The Beatles. I miss my unicorn friend like the back of my hand. She helped me become myslelf. I just love her. I cannot wait for her beauty and talent (did I mention she is the most talented human to walk the planet? Even more than my boy George) to return to Homaha so we can watch movies and eat Chicago 50/50 popcorn while my sister put on a fashion show for us. Unicorn and I ( along with the one I always accidentally punch in the face) have weekly Wednesday evening at 9:31 phone calls. It is always the highlight of my week, and probably always will be.

Sorry for my absence,

Nowhere Girl

Once When I was Nine...

I don't know what is wrong with the universe... Everything is going my way. I must be on karma's good side, and this is really not normal...

It started off with me getting to sleep in until 5:47 in the morning, and getting a highly pleasent wake up call from my madre. I was just hyper and happy all day. 102% on my Church History (highest I have ever gotten on a test since the 1st grade) Even my impossible bio test couldn't get me down. And you'll never guess what happened in play practice.... Tbecks actually told the whole cast to watch out during our chase scene( the one where I fall and hurt myself) and make sure there is plenty of room for us ( meaning the runners... But we all know he was secretly implying me, and I am perfectly ok with this) wouldn't get hurt. This made my day by far. I feel so much safer knowing everyone else has instructions to watch out for my clumsiness. But nothing matches the power a twin-ship......(dramatice pause)


So my twin (Walshinator; mentioned a few posts ago) and I share a guilty pleasure (guilty of awesomeness) for the movie "Drake and Josh Go Hollywood". So, Saturday night I was watched said movie and was texting her funny quotes. For example:

"You communist! You ain't no Wayne Newton!"
Or
"HERB! HAND ME MY OINTMENT!"
Or even better
"Everything in this car is very important to me!"
"Like this dead bird?"
"Awh! Tweeter died!"

But nothing compares to this. Nothing on the planet. If you ever want to make me laugh for 25 minutes straight, or paralyze me for any reason (it better be good), just recite this quote to me ( Although it will be hard to beat the way my Twinsie says it, we make a good team)

Are you ready for this quote? Brace your self for totally epic amazingness....


"My Greatest Adventure: Once, when I was nine, I climbed a tall tree, and to my excitement I happened upon a birds nest on one of the tall branches!"

Goodnight Everybody! ( said as if I were on SNL)


Nowhere Girl

What in the World has Happened to My Face??!?

Over the past couple of weeks, I have noticed my face having horrible break outs. You may think, "Well you are 15? Isn't that normal?", and no. It's not. I have one of the miraculous faces that never breaks out, so when I suddenly the most painful acne of my life just decides to show up... Me=P.O.Ed. Because I am a teenage girl, I started doing routine facial washes, putting on that expensive medicine my mommy bought me, and more. Normally I probably wouldn't care so much, but I do have a life and I do see boys everyday and looking like a pizza isn't on my top charts.

Then...all my questions were answered.

Stress causes breakouts. AHA! So me stressing out about my zit issue only created a bigger zit issue. I literally broke down and cried in advisory this week (go ahead, chuckle to yourself) This whole going to high school thing is harder than it looks. Thanks, Mr. Sweater, teachers, parents, and lack of sleep for bathing my face in stress filled oils. I am hoping I eliviated some of my stress by finding out where some of my other stress was coming from.

I am going to go wash my face now.

Take a chill pill,

Nowhere Girl

God, Please Don't Let Me Fall?

The only way I can keep myself from being utterly embarrassed is by making fun of myself. When I make a klumsy mistake, I will usually tell the world and have them laugh with me. I recently had one of these experiences.

We do this chase scene in a production that I am currently involved. I fell. I missed a whole stair case trying to catch the pig. (given it was only a few stairs, but still) I was in pain, but at the same time I was laughing so hard I couldn't stand up. Afterwards I told everyone just so Mr. Lurvy wouldn't tell them first and it turned into a highly embarrassing situation. Now you all can laugh, because it probably was (no, it was) really comical, and for the time being I can laugh too. I can laugh every time I fall until opening day.

Truth be told, I am so afraid of falling. I have repetitive nightmares about it. Not falling in general, but falling on that stupid platform which is higher than it appears. They always say bad things have the best timing. I am going to beat this a trip Lurvy. ( I really won't, but you can't blame a girl for dreaming) I have just a good of chance not falling, as I do...gulp...falling. At least I don't have to do overly complicated dances in high heels this time.

Come see me NOT fall the first week end of November!

See you then or else,

Nowhere Girl

Caves, Bats, and Zombies

Sometimes, my mother splurges on fun things. Today, was a splurge.

We went to my zoo. Yes, I own the zoo. It is mine. The zoo is the place where I become a bad ass explorer. It is my favorite place in Homaha. It is the place where I can let go of stress and be a giddy kid again. (Side Note: I plan on having a really fun date at the zoo one day. I plan it all the time) So, the zoo. When we got there we bought a membership, and found out we get unlimited IMAX movies until April, so nautally we saw "Amazing Caves". I can tell you all right now, I will never climb into an uncharted cave to collect micro organisms. No punchunkan way. Nor will I swim into an underwater uncharted cave with no none exist with limited air supply. Not that I don't respect these people, but repelling down into an ice cave in Greenland is going way way to far, not to mention kayaking off of water falls. You all should go see this.

So after the movie, we did some exploring. (Side note: I plan on having a really fun date at at the zoo someday. I plan it every time I go) I enjoyed some monkeys, and some funky looking snakes, and bats. I was attacked by bats. We were in the Lied Jungle when out of nowhere these bats just start charging me. I don't fear bats, just things charging at me. AHHH. They were just charging at me in several directions. I was panicking. I am sure my flying arms and screeches were highly entertaining to the on lookers. I try to act like a fearless wench, but I'm not. I am a fearful child. I took off running, ran into the hippos. Hungry hippos or crazy bats? Hippos.

So when the zoo was getting ready to close, we tool advantage of the unlimited free IMAX movies yet again. We saw "Tordado Alley". Telling me about wind patterns in the area in which I reside is highly boring. At least it was free... Wind. Yay.

So we came home and my brOseph got invited to go to a haunted house. Since I can't even handle 50000 bats, I am not going to be able to handle a haunted house. Lucky us, brOseph got invited to go to the zombie walk in Benson. A zombie walk is where a bunch of amazing freaks dress up and some scary looking dead people and walk around. It was beautiful. Freaks, much like myself, are beautiful. I highly suggest all my fellow freaks go on a zombie walk. It is a hoot and a holler. And there are funnel cake brains.

With love,

Nowhere Girl


P.S. Hey! Mr. Sweater, How's the zoo sound?

Missin' My Cows.

I am missing my lovely cows a great deal this morning. This summer, I had the opportunity of a lifetime. I traveled up to Poughkeepsie NY and got to experience working on a farm. Sprout Creek Farm, to be exact. I went with three other DASH girls, and several other Sacred Heart school girls around the country.

While on the farm, I learned to milk goats, harvest plants, make cheese, clean goat pens, collect chicken eggs, feed animals, ect. Nothing captured my heart quit as much as my moo-ing friends. Oh! how I love them. I would go and lay with them in my free time, and always tried to get a chore that involved me being with a cow. I love cows. I love them so much, I am planning on going back to NY in February to help birth goats.... You read correctly. I am going to stick my hand up a goats behind and pull out a mutant goat baby just to see my cows again. By the way, Sprout Creek farm is a dairy farm, so none of the cows are slaughtered for food, we just use their milk to make cheese and ice cream.

One of the coolest things ever. Five babies cows were born while I was there. Peaches, Eleanor, Sybill, and Alice, and Ringo. Guess which one I helped name :)

Love me some moo moos.

Until the cows come home,

Nowhere Girl

The Art of Friendship

Here's my plane. Every so often I will introduce you to some of my best friends! I'll do two or three at a time.

ROUND UNO

Meet my twin sister (aka Walshinator if that gives you any clue to her identity)
My lovely twin. Oh how I love her. Just yesterday we spent hours on FaceTime discussing everything and anything. I know that she has got my back. She has a beautiful soul. When we are together I am fairly certain we could run a comedy club. The bond we have is what I imagine it would be like if I had a twin sister. I love her very very much.


Next up....Zsquared. Now if you looked up 'Best Friend' in the dictionary his name would be there. This young man has put up with my dramatics, has put up with my whining, and as stuck with me through everything. I am really not sure how our friendship got started, but I have no idea what I would do without him. You always make sure I know it's ok to be me, and I couldn't thank you enough for it! Love ya, buddy.


Last, but certainly no least, my new best friend. Rouw your boat. We are the definition of fast friends. She transferred from another high school, and she is probably the most popular person in our grade. Oh boy do I love her. She's that friend you already know is in it for good, but you can't wait to get to know better. I LOVE YOU <3 I never suspected we would be friends, but I am so so so so happy we are.


My friends are by back bone. Love knows no boundaries.

Until we meet again, (Its not like I am going anywhere)

Nowhere Girl

How I Lost Feeling in My Right Arm: Tale of a Love Sick School Girl

Now, I will admit this is the lamest first blog post in the history of the Webisphere, but it is a story you may or may not find utterly entertaining. There are sadly no other characters in my tale besides my right arm and myself, but you'll get a glimpse into the complex world of my silly school girl brain....

I have officially lost my marbles, brain, sanity, common sense, feeling on the right side of my body. I am not sure how this happened, but it did and I am a goner.

I have recently developed a liking for a certain boy for whom we shall call V-neck sweater. I am by no means proud of this fondness, but I cannot deny its presence. It was in the developing stage until today, when I woke up from a dream at around 4:27 this morning. The dream itself wasn't very entertaining, but I woke up with an infatuation. V-neck sweater is all I could think about, talk about. It is bad. I went for about 47 minutes without thinking of Mr. Sweater, but then out of nowhere, my brain went quite fuzzy. My stomach dropped below my pelvis and the right side of my body went numb. That's right, numb. He was what was on the brain. After an unknown amount time passed, I realized I had missed about 7 questions on a video study guide. Well, I am scewed. I am a love sick school girl. I have never felt so odd before, and I do not approve of the feeling. I have regained some feeling, but my stomach is no longer in my body.

After googling many options, I have discovered there is no cure for my condition. I am, once again,screwed.

Well this turned out to be more boring than I had expected. If any of you have any questions on what it is like to have your sensible brain turned to mush, I'd be more than happy to oblige.

Until next time,

Nowhere Girl

P.S. My apologies for any grammatical or spelling errors. I am simply to lazy to proof read.