I'm a playwright! A bloody, red one.

First, a shout-out to my dear friend, Kristina, who managed to feel left out yesterday even though I talk about her constantly. Moving right along.

Hey there, blog. I really like you. I like thinking of things to tell you, I like seeing what comes out of my head, and I like rereading you the next morning when I check my comments. All in all, we have a pretty good relationship. Except for the part where, like, sometimes I have nothing of importance to say.

I guess I'll use this opportunity to tell you about Bloody Red Heart-- the stage play adaptation of the essay anthology I'm published in, Red: The Next Generation of American Writers--Teenage Girls--On What Fires Up Their Lives Today.  I submitted a random eighth grade diary entry to a writing contest I saw advertised on Myspace a few years ago, having no idea that it would turn into a real book, with a real NYC release party, leading to real publicity (We were in Vanity Fair and Teen Vogue, to name a few,) and, now, a real play. It's hard to grasp the idea of an actress in LA playing my fourteen-year-old self. My editor, Amy Goldwasser, says that if things go well, the play could become something and start traveling. I can't very well up and go to LA anytime soon, but who knows? Maybe someday I'll see my diary performed live on stage. If you live around the area and are interested in trying to catch a show, you can go to the Red website.

Much less excitingly, today I hung out with my prom date, Andrew. We watched Lord of the Rings and debated at great length the superior character: Gandalf (his) or Dumbledore (mine). The arguments were based in fact and well-executed, like "ALBUS DUMBLEDORE IS THE PERSONIFICATION OF A GREATER-THAN SYMBOL!" and "GANDALF THE WHITE MAKES ALL OTHERS HIS BITCH LOVER!" The discussion, at the end of the day, is pointless. I've never read his series, and he remembers very little of the Potter books. He was, however, extremely amused by wizard rock. Perhaps I'll allow him to accompany me to meet Potter people sometimes. Perhaps.

In youtubely news, I've decided to take a bit of a break from the internet. I'm going to try to limit my computer time to blogging, watching necessary subscriptions, answering my email like a responsible citizen, and uploading videos. I know that still sounds like a lot to some people, but I'm trying to ween myself off checking Mugglenet twenty times a day, obsessing over my Twitter @replies, stalking people on Facebook and looking at Dailybooth pictures. None of these add any joy to my life, so I'm letting them, for the most part, go.

Sexy: Being straightforward, saying what you need to say, and not sugar-coating your feelings. There's nothing you can say to shock people anymore-- especially me. If you think it, say it.

Unsexy: Closed-mindedness. I know that's hypocritical for me to say, because I'm a big fan of my opinions and don't take well to being told what to do, but I mean, like, rejecting religion of all kinds. Or blind affiliation with one political party. Truth is multi-faceted, and you don't know everything.

Weight: 138

Chipotle burritos this year: 12

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Days left of high school: 26

Bye, guys! See you tomorrow. <3