Musical!!!!!!!

Hey Guys,
I had so much fun doing musical this year, playing Mrs. Meers in Thoroughly Modern Millie. My brother Sean took some awesome pictures that I thought you'd like to see....

"Why I still recall how and then an unknown Helen Hayes rose with the rooster!!!!!"

Bein' creepy and villainous... 

Living Like the Other Half!

"A nice SUNNY room just become available"

Miss Flannery and her amazing hairs

"NO REFERENCES?!!!"

Mr. Trevor Graydon hires a new stenog

"Shay naw ku chickenfriedrice mani kiki" (AKA "I think you're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen")

"SAAAAAAAD to be awe arone in de worllld!!!!""

"Pretty girls, but not much in the attic..."

"They..... Don't..... Knoooooooooowwwww!!"

"Got it good, what do I need with love?"

"Oh the places I would like to show you.."

"But without her..."

"It'sssssssssssssssssooooy sauuuceee? uhm, yeah. mhmm!!! :)" 

Only in New York!!!!!!!

"Chhharrrrrmmmed!"

"Do these eyeliner wrinkles really make me look old?"

"Mr. Graydon again?"

"A scandal could cost me my job..."

"Jimmy, oh Jimmy...."

"Barney Schriver! CPA!!!!"

"Cut the cord, is that a man I once adored?"

"Forget about the boys Dillmount, get yourself a canary!"

"What!!!.....lovely elbows you've got Miss Flannery...?"

Good Old Elbows :D

"Millie.. Do I look like the sort of woman who would allow a man to take liberties?"

"TREEEVVOOOR!"

Random four part harmony :)

"Oh GIVE it up! Give IT up!"

"The birds are singing, the day that you stray"

"My maaaaammy!"

Aaaaand strike a laundry cart pose!

"Eight. Teen. Years."

"Aphrodite, don't forget me, Romeo and Juliet me! Fly dove! Sing Sparrow! Give me Fat Boy's famous arrow! Gimme gimme that thing called looooooooooooooooove!!!!!!!!!"

"At 3:00am in the morning? Why would I be asleep?!"

Tada!!!!!!!

And bow like a birdie! :)

Thanks again to all my friends and family for your support! Let me know if you weren't able to make it to the performance and I'll try to get a copy to you if you'd like. 
God bless!!!!!
-Mary Jo 

Sheets of stupidity

So I kind of think.

You know how on Christmas we're all supposed to think about the "good old times" and reminisce? Well I guess I kind of gave in to that cliche right now. haha, sorry guys.

But I was just thinking, how on earth did I turn from a girl who spent a whole year on herself, depressed and moping, into a confident soul of one looking forward to all, right now.

Yeah, that wasn't really a question, it was a statement. And I don't have an answer to that statement. Besides the omnipotent of course. He's like the perpetual answer, patented on an answer button. You know the easy  button? Or maybe you now recognize the NO button if you've been around my dad lately. but Jesus is kind of just an answer button for everything.

Why are hippos' jaws so big all the time and why don't pandas eat fish?? Jesus.
Why was I born really fast on my birthday? Jesus.
Why does Kelsy like John who likes Jane who DOESN'T like Nick who is best friend's with Janet's cousin? JESUS.

ok. done with that. I have a feeling that if I were to make such a button... it would be abused.
alright and that's all for my silly little human ideas tonight.  and back to divine inspiration.

I wish I was more a master of words. I kind of felt guilty for not using my blog in almost a year now... so I'm posting. but I just wanted to say I'm sending you joy, because I feel it. I laugh.


The present is an interesting thought. I very often anticipate the future with great excitement, but I can't say how much I think about now. each second.

Right now I hate men. I don't know when I'll come out of this phase.. maybe I already have. I was never really in it, I was just allowing my self to put my emotions somewhere when things got topsy turvy and let my human stupidity be shown. There's no reason to hide it, it can't be done. It's always there. lol. like a big blue stain on my nose. So I shout and proclaim the stupidity to all: I hate men. To all who will hear, anyway.

I just had one of those shocking moments where you realize some one wasn't listening to anything you've been saying. for about a year. haha. and you wonder what could have been provoked it... what were you saying? Something about the present maybe?

May exuberance be yours,

I'll be hiding in the laundry room if anyone should need me.

I really am dying to fly

In my dreams, I fly.

My daddy flies in his dreams too. He's always told me it's a characteristic of creativity. A sign of freedom from stress, a worry free soul.

And it's not like soaring. You feel a drift coming on and you jump very lightly into the air, almost like bouncing. The breeze picks you up and you're soaring for a bit, but you control your movements to take you where you want to go, and you eventually come back to the ground. Not everyone else in my dreams can fly either, or sometimes they just don't know  how. I was playing volley ball once and felt a breeze, so I hovered right over the net and a couple of people gasped. haha. And it feels so nice. So real. It's so much fun, and for that moment I am free.

Last night, I walked up to a large stone building. Almost like a large cathedral of sorts. I saw some of my friends, just hanging out and talking together, scattered throughout the courtyard. It was dark, night time. I felt a breeze coming on and decided it would be fun, so I jumped and did a few somersaults in air as flew up to the highest ledge and landed there. All the sudden I was scared. I couldn't get back down, and it was a very small ledge. I yelled down to Emma for help, she was not too far away on a ledge beneath me, that looked almost exactly like mine. But she wasn't trapped. She didn't hear me at first and I curled up into a ball for a bit. I was so afraid I would fall off, some how I never thought of how ridiculous it was that I didn't just float to the ground a few stories down. That's what I usually would do, or so I thought... Eventually, Emma found a rope, and decided to try it out for herself first. She made it all the way to the bottom and threw it back up to me. I climbed cautiously down and I don't remember much after that.

I sat at the computer that morning thinking about what it was that made that dream, so... different. The thing was, flying had never been scary for me before. It always meant joy. But this time, in this dream, I got caught in the middle of my flying, paralyzed by fear.

This summer has been one of the hardest for me, I suppose it only gets worse as you get older. But I've felt truly afraid, for the first time in a long time. Not since I was little and Sean would come home from boyscout camping trips to tell me creepy ghost stories have I been afraid. Scared. Sad. But not afraid.

I have just hit the realization, a full one, that the way of life I've chosen isn't easy. My life is going to be pretty difficult. These are the times when I wonder if this is just one moment that everyone goes through? but my reaction is fear. Fear is a lie of course, so could my life really be so hard? It could be, but more than likely the devil is just trying to spook me into an "all or nothing" feeling. But Emma was right beneath me. She was in the same position that I was, but she wasn't trapped. She was free, but the lies came for me and stopped me. Via; fear. They told me that my life was going to be too hard, they  wasted my time by having me mull over for so long, and then left me empty and dispirited.

If I can't do it than why bother trying, right? However, I am comfortable living with the knowledge that if my God didn't exist then all meaning to life would cease to exist too. And uhmmm... newsflash! he still exists! haha, So It must be the focus of my life for me to understand. He has given me all the talents and graces that I need to carry me through this life, all that's missing is trust, which I will try my best to hand over.

Stop and remind yourself today that if he hadn't died on that cross, all his love wouldn't do us half the good we let it. If he hadn't conquered death, no one would have. and we would have died perpetually. And although it may sound and seem arduous, I intend to live perpetually. By way of dying.

Life is good without school....

So life is good, and i'm too lazy to post on my own blog. hehehe....

But the summer finally came and found me. it's a bit weird, it's never been this difficult before, but i'm still getting used to not having to go back to school. thank the lord.....

We leave for a canoeing trip on Wednesday. This'll be interesting... My mom is always trying to get us to go camping, and my dad gets seriously depressed when there's no air conditioning. Cause he is a REPTILE. gosh, if there's one thing that's spiked my hypersensitivity to the cold then it's the thermostat of our home in the summer. i have to wear socks and sweaters. i hate the cold...

i got a super cool zebra shirt today. it's super cool.

i made a really awesome ruffle scarf with elastic thread and an elastic thread skirt for my little sister... now i have to try it on my own size.. and use that awesome fabric. and i made an awesome basic elastic waisted skirt out of hot pink fabric (garage sale, 25 cents).

OH! and now that school and its demanding qualities are finally over with, i am gobbling up books again!!! MMMMMMYESSHHHHH!!!! THEY ARE SO DELICIOUS!!!!! hahahahaha, i have about twenty on hold right now. XD. i swear, i went to the bookstore the other day for a certain book they didn't have and as i waited for my mom to pull out, my bones started to ACHE because i wanted to go in and buy a book, look at the books, smell the books, become one with the books. hahaha. i am such a freak. but my mouth is seriously watering at the prospect of going into a bookstore right now. MMMM I WANT TO EAT THEM!!! and hold them, and read them, and....

....ok, so maybe part of this sudden obsession is the fact that i'm waiting (not very patiently) for my brownies to be done... ok, yeah, gonna go check on those! bye!

Computer Aps short story

warning to readers - this is a school assignment, feel free to read though if you wish.

I woke up in a cold sweat at 5:00. I couldn’t remember what I had been dreaming about, but pretty soon I felt fear overtake me. Some thing bad was happening. “Come on Kristy,” I thought to myself “You’re just psyching yourself out, it was the dream.” But some thing in me wouldn’t rest. I checked myself for signs of the plague; it had been going around the area in the past month, but to no avail. I was fine, if not shaken, for some indefinable reason.

 It was now six, about the time Mom woke up. I ran into her room trying to put it behind me and start the day, but as soon as I got to the threshold I stopped. “Kristy…” she croaked.

                Yellow Fever.

Her face was flushed, sweat beaded her forehead, and all her muscles, she claimed, were sore. I tried to make her eat, she told me she had vomited in the night and wasn’t going to take that risk again. I didn’t need a doctor to prescribe it, she had yellow fever. Now what I needed was something to cure it, and something fast, she was obviously getting worse. I grabbed her a glass of water and ran out the door letting the panic reach my legs. Town was five miles away; I reached it in 22 minutes. A record time, but not in the way I had imagined.

I couldn’t run into Dr. Moore’s like this, he’d think I’d contracted the fever myself.. He was always so critical of appearances and usually disapproving of my running, since it’s “bad for the knees.” Nobody disses running with me. From then on I knew I wouldn’t like him, but today would mark the very worst day of our relationship.

“Good MORNING Dr. Moore!” I gave him a dazzling smile. Looking back on that it was probably a stupid decision. Did I mention he can also read appearances? From the moment he looked at me he knew something was up. He remained silent, staring at my disheveled state while he puckered his lips together. “Running again, mm?” He said as he stared back down at his papers. He sighed. “What can I help you with today?”

“I need the medicine for Yellow Fever.” I stated as calmly as I could manage.

“Your mother??” he saw right through me

“NO! No! No, no. No, not my mother.” I tried my best to hold my tongue as I paused and thought quickly “My neighbor, Mrs. Mulken. She sent me. Mr. Mulken’s come down with it.”

He kneaded his eyebrows. “…Why? -“ He started

“Because she didn’t want to come into town herself! You know, since she’s been exposed?” I happened to feel very exposed myself as those words came out of my mouth and Dr. Moore squinted his eyes together.

“Well alright.” He said as he pulled a small blue bottle from the shelf. “That’ll be  $300.” He cleared his papers from the register to get ready and then looked up again into my eyes. “She forgot to give you the money I suppose?”

“W-well yes.” I could have hit myself in the face for stuttering, but tried to pass it as shortness of breath. “We were in a hurry, you know?” Then I really did bop myself in the face. “I can’t believe how forgetful I am.” I said trying to force out a lighthearted laugh. “But, uhh.. Maybe he’ll be better by the time I get back, maybe she didn’t know what she was talking about.”

“Well, that’s why I live in town you know..”

“Oh no, no don’t bother. I’ll come back later if he needs the medicine, if not you can assume the best.” I started to back out, sprinting. “Ok? Bye!” I yelled and ran around the corner back to home.

That day I searched every private store of money my mom and I knew about in the house. I was only 16, making minimum wage at a diner that I ran to three times a week. My payday came every two months, and not a moment to soon. Let’s just suffice to say I was not a saver. My own mother (and a single one at that) worked as the floral manager of a nearby market. But between the two of us, a full 300 dollars was not to be had. And even if it was, they wouldn’t let me open my mom’s bank account, they knew what kind of a saver I was since I had my own account there. Although it hadn’t been used for some time… Mr. and Mrs. Mulken were actually very good neighbors and friends of ours, and I was sorry to have abused them so, but at this present moment they were out of town and not a single person for a mile around would have been available to offer me assistance, as far as I knew. So I came up with another plan, and I waited.

Running wouldn’t do it for me, I knew that much. I wasn’t that fast. And the car keys were constantly hidden from me, as well as the all-important fact that I didn’t really know how to drive yet. My mother was reluctant to teach me. So at 10:00 as soon as the light sank low, I walked calmly right past Miller’s stables.

                                                                                           And then I came back.

Riding was one of the few hobbies I had tried and liked at my traditional summer camp. Most of the kids ignored me for my country-bumpkin like qualities, and I wasn’t used to making friends. So I didn’t. Except the horses. They were wonderful. Quiet, gentle, and every look seemed to draw attentiveness. I loved it. So I rode a few hours, half the day, all of the day with hiking and lunch packed on my back. It was some of the best times I’ve had. Now before you can tell me how incredibly pathetic that is, let me just go on to say that it proved pretty useful for my present situation…

I was scared out of my guts. Stealing a piece of property like a horse could get me sent to the delinquent camp real easy; no more summer camp riding hours. But as I lifted the unsuspecting latch I told myself I was just borrowing. Like any regular neighbor who live ten miles from you would. I would get the medicine, find a way to pay Moore back eventually, and quietly return the horse to his rightful place. Simple, right?

I found a suitable sized horse and heard stirring in the house not far away. It was now or never, and I decided to take this moment to learn how to ride bareback for the first time. I pushed myself off a stool, grabbed his mane to steer, and rode out of stable making much more noise than I’d intended. “Good thing Mr. Miller is half deaf.” I spoke into the wind rushing past my face. I tried to comfort myself as I could, but I wasn’t all that dull as I’m making myself out to be here. I knew that what I was doing was a crime.  So I kept my focus on my mother and all the discomfort she must have been going through at the time. Good thing she didn’t know what I was up to, it wouldn’t have made her feel much better….

I arrived at Dr. Moore’s quickly, grabbed my crowbar and forced one of his old windows open. The blue bottle was easy to spot since I had seen it that morning, and I grabbed it quickly and ran back to my first piece of stolen property. As I rode away, I some how missed the fact that Dr. Moore had been doing some late night shopping in the grocery store across the street. I saw him stare at me as I rode away and figured it would take him about 30 more seconds before he realized his shop window was open. By the time I reached my house I could hear the sirens behind me. Some how my only thought was that my mom wouldn’t like this.. But I knew that if I could just get the medicine to her, it would all be fine. That’s all that I needed to do, that’s all that I had set out to do, at this point that’s all that mattered. If she had the medicine she would get better. Maybe I would only have to rot in the delinquent’s jail for a year to “learn my lesson,” and then we could be together again. It wouldn’t be too bad.

I read the back of the bottle quickly and prayed that she hadn’t drunken all the water. I came in and tried my best to smile calmly. “Take three of these mom, you’ll be fine.”

Unfortunately, she wasn’t totally disoriented. “But? How did you?”

“Take it and I’ll tell you!” I started panicking. The officer and Moore had made it to my front door and weren’t wasting any time reaching me. I couldn’t let her see them. I ran downstairs and met them at the very foot of the landing.

“Kristy, you have the right to remain silent as you wish, and we wish that you’d not scream or try to resist on your way to the police unit.” He looked concerned, he hadn’t thought too badly of me before now. “Don’t worry, we can talk it all over when we get there.”

Dr. Moore stood by impatiently. “And my medicine please? If you give it back now maybe I won’t have to press charges.”

I knew he was lying; he would love to have a chance like that. But before I could reply, we all heard and unearthly scream from upstairs.

END OF SECTION ONE. 

Sweet Summer Propositions

I went to my cousin's baby shower today. I made her due-in-20-days-daughter about four headbands. and one of them had a HUGE flower. I'm talking 4" diameter. It was much larger than I had expected it to be, although Michaela (my cousin) had encouraged me the bigger the better. haha, and I got a surprise too - she loved it! she loved the fact that it would practically weigh down her child's head to one side every time she put it on.

So yeah, basically this reminded me that I owe you guys pictures.

My beautiful sister and model - Marygrace

My friend-sister Amara's little sister Mary Thereasa who I have pretty much claimed as "my baby." 

And my less than blood, but more of everything else sister, Emily, who just turned twelve. Happy Birthday Emeelee!!! Love you!

Michaela has encouraged me also to start my own etsy shop; something I have been thinking about for quite a while. And I really hope I can this summer. But if I do that, then I don't know if it'll work for me to close it every other time of the year. And I just don't think she understood my statement when I said "I'm still a highschool student." haha, what I meant was - "uhmmm... ok, well we'll just see if Mary Jo Megaschedule can handle that...."  :) 

Good evening ya'll! And I hope you all had a lovely weekend. May they all go as quickly as this one. The summer could not come any slower... 

I am superhero

Greetings long lost blog of my life.

I should probably change the title right about now........... hum.. maybe something like "MARY JO MEGA SCHEDULE" it would be suiting, hm?

Spring break was awesome and definitely too short. I also just found out that we get two days off (plus the weekend) for Easter break...  pathetic...... I think I'll have to call it good a little earlier that week and possibly head off to Chicago with my family to see cousins... as long as I'm back by Easter vigil..... But it really wasn't so complicated to get back ahead after the March (for Life), so I'm positive I could pull this off.

It's been snowing on and off for the past four days or so... And I just keep thinking about how good for nothing this white fluffy stuff is, cause it keeps melting when it reaches the street... which basically means... no snow day :(   (Although I heard Prep got off on the first day.... those boys are all just wimps...) But despite all that I guess it's not terrible because it has delayed my first tennis match! : D Don't get me wrong, I like tennis, but a Tuesday for a match was just not a good choice for my MARY JO MEGASCHEDULE.

haha, I love saying that... It almost sounds like the name of a superhero... :)  yeah, 7 more weeks of school and finals... I will conquer