"Things do not change; we change." Henry David Thoreau A great deal has happened in my life lately. I haven't had anything to do with drama in years. Last Tuesday I auditioned (partially as a joke, partially as an experiment, partially to appease a friend) for the school play. The next day I dance ecstatically down the halls, having just found out that I made call-backs. That afternoon (Wednesday, September 23rd) I go and do MORE auditions. I love it, get to play around with characters, laugh with the rest of the cast, feel awkward around someone I'm not sure about. The next day I come back again and know I have a part, but not yet how big or small. About an hour and a half later I leave feeling strange. I'm ecstatic. I made one of the four leads! I was chosen, though I havent done drama in years, I did it! I feel guilty and awkward because my friend who convinced me to go didn't make it, and I beat out people who are completely passionate about drama and do it in school/out of school/upside down and during tai chi. I feel both excited and nervous because I'm starring opposite the person I wasn't sure about. I went out with them today and things were awkward, then better, then much better, until I never wanted it to end. Now they aren't where they said they would be. I'm actually positive this isn't supposed to be a blog. About me? I'm fifteen, but I'll be sixteen in a month and a bit. I can't wait. I thought I wanted to be a lawyer, have told everyone I want to be a lawyer, but that's because of the money. I actually don't know what I want to be/do. I used to love to write. I still do sometimes. I am good at it, most of the time. I'm bad with deadlines, but usually manage to make them and get good grades. My goal this year is to get straight A's. I don't know how it's going so far. I know Spanish isn't going as well as I wanted. I don't know how to get an A in Writing 12. Law, maybe. Math, no. I have to work harder. I love all arts (see above drama shpeel) but am only really good at abstract things when it comes to drawing/painting/poetry. Poetry is my medium, but for Writing 12, I am going to be embarking on a Bio-punk sci-fi novel, 50 000 words, in one month. Freaked out? Yes, I am. I don't really know who I am, but I'm happy with it. I want to fit in desperately, but I like where I am most of time. I wish I was everyones best friend. I have terrible grammar most of the time, but loathe loathe LOATHE those who speak incorrectly. I get that from my step-grandma. Aras is my name backwards. It's a reflection of me. My writing is that, most of the time.