﻿<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8"?><rss version="2.0"><channel><title>LetDaSunShine09's Xanga</title><link>http://letdasunshine09.xanga.com/</link><description>Latest Xanga weblog from LetDaSunShine09</description><language>en</language><ttl>60</ttl><image><title>The Weblog Community</title><url>http://s.xanga.com/images/xangalogobutton.gif</url><link>http://letdasunshine09.xanga.com/</link></image><item><title>Wednesday, September 03, 2008</title><link>http://letdasunshine09.xanga.com/672863299/item/</link><guid>http://letdasunshine09.xanga.com/672863299/item/</guid><pubDate>Wed, 03 Sep 2008 00:45:06 GMT</pubDate><description>Lots of things have happened since I posted last. I went through a slight crisis when Ian and I broke up. I ended my junior year and became a senior. I was in an entire play. And I met Jayme.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;How to describe Jayme...he's amazing. He's got a voice that makes me smile and a smile that makes me melt. He's sweet and funny and kind and cute and romantic and...eight and three-quarters years older than me.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It's a lot. Yes. It's a lot. And yes, I'm only 17. But what am I supposed to do? He's perfect. And he's wonderful. I can't even explain. We have chemistry. But he doesn't think we should date because of the age difference. We're in two different places in our lives. Yes. Okay. I get it. But really?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I bet I sound pathetic, like a little lovesick puppy or something, but this is different. If you knew, you'd understand. This is real. This isn't normal.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Fuck.&lt;br&gt;</description><comments>http://letdasunshine09.xanga.com/672863299/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Saturday, April 05, 2008</title><link>http://letdasunshine09.xanga.com/650647544/item/</link><guid>http://letdasunshine09.xanga.com/650647544/item/</guid><pubDate>Sat, 05 Apr 2008 13:28:01 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;P&gt;So...strike that last post. I don't know what to think or feel right now. I'm more confused than I have been in a long time. And angry and upset and lots of other things. Ian tells me to hit things when I'm upset because that's how he gets his emotion out, and the whole time he kept saying, "Hit me. You want to. Just hit me," and I kept saying, "No! I don't want to hit you! I'm not mad at you!" But I kind of am. I dunno what I am.&lt;/P&gt;
&lt;P&gt;WHAT THE FUCK, STOP BEING SO FUCKING CONFUSING.&lt;/P&gt;</description><comments>http://letdasunshine09.xanga.com/650647544/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Sunday, February 24, 2008</title><link>http://letdasunshine09.xanga.com/643938865/item/</link><guid>http://letdasunshine09.xanga.com/643938865/item/</guid><pubDate>Sun, 24 Feb 2008 13:14:12 GMT</pubDate><description>I've been away for a long time, so here's an update on my life:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;On Tuesday, I got a new boyfriend. His name is Ian. He's very cute and sweet and kind and caring and wonderful. He has an incredible voice, and he's in a band. Viada - it means &lt;i&gt;momentum&lt;/i&gt; in Peruvian Spanish slang. They just came out with a demo CD, and it sounds absolutely fantastic.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i23.photobucket.com/albums/b376/LetDaSunShine09/Main%20Page%20Pics/006-3.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;That's mainly all of the excitement in my life...just thought you ought to know.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;Come together, right now, over me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;</description><comments>http://letdasunshine09.xanga.com/643938865/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Saturday, December 22, 2007</title><link>http://letdasunshine09.xanga.com/633610193/item/</link><guid>http://letdasunshine09.xanga.com/633610193/item/</guid><pubDate>Sat, 22 Dec 2007 19:52:53 GMT</pubDate><description>So I don't think I'll be using xanga much anymore. I'll actually be &lt;A href="http://moviescriptxend.blogspot.com/" target="_new"&gt;here&lt;/A&gt;, at blogspot.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Even if you don't have a blogspot account, you can leave comments (I think), so go ahead and leave me comments there and I'll get back to you here.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;I&gt;Your soul is an appalling donkey overflowing with the most disgraceful assortment of rubbish imaginable, mangled up in tangled-up knots.&lt;/I&gt;</description><comments>http://letdasunshine09.xanga.com/633610193/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Thursday, November 29, 2007</title><link>http://letdasunshine09.xanga.com/629711013/item/</link><guid>http://letdasunshine09.xanga.com/629711013/item/</guid><pubDate>Thu, 29 Nov 2007 20:05:10 GMT</pubDate><description>Update on the life of &lt;b&gt;Katie&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;b&gt;Ned's&lt;/b&gt; is tomorrow. That means I am MC-ing for Ned's tomorrow. And I have thought of nothing to say. I'm an improv-er, so I suppose I should be okay to wing it, but you never know how well that's gonna go. And by the way, if you plan on going to Ned's, buy your ticket at lunch because you CANNOT buy it at the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I have a four-chapter history test tomorrow. GAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. My &lt;i&gt;Twelfth Night&lt;/i&gt; in Twelve Minutes is not going nearly as well as originally anticipated, considering the fact that we have about twenty-svene-thousand pages of script and it has to only be twelve minutes' worth. And my group kind of slacks off a lot. Awesome. (On a happier note, I get to be Viola, which is cool.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The &lt;b&gt;Madrigal Dinner&lt;/b&gt; is tonight, and I have to play for chamber, so, uh, NO time for homework (I'm gonna guess you're gonna ask why I'm on here, then. The answer is I don't know).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. MY SHOES BROKE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you want to know how I'm feeling? I'll sum it up for you: &lt;b&gt;stressed&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bright side, we plan on using &lt;b&gt;Eli&lt;/b&gt;'s music from songwriting class to write a sort of operatic musical about a dragon-slaying necrophiliac, so that's cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Everybody's gonna love today.&lt;/i&gt;</description><comments>http://letdasunshine09.xanga.com/629711013/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Tuesday, November 13, 2007</title><link>http://letdasunshine09.xanga.com/626922571/item/</link><guid>http://letdasunshine09.xanga.com/626922571/item/</guid><pubDate>Tue, 13 Nov 2007 19:52:45 GMT</pubDate><description>Oh jeez oh man.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Don't ask me why, but I'm kind of a mess. Just as of late I've been feeling kind of lonely for no good reason.|&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;But hey, guess what? &lt;B&gt;District auditions&lt;/B&gt; are this Saturday. You know what would really suck? Getting beaten by a freshman. And you know what sucks even more? That's entirely possible.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;On the bright side, I changed my strings so they sound wonderful and my 3-octave scales are improving leaps and bounds for no apparent reason, but hey. That's cool.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Off to make popcorn!&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;I&gt;Maybe you were right, but baby, I was lonely.&lt;/I&gt;</description><comments>http://letdasunshine09.xanga.com/626922571/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Saturday, November 03, 2007</title><link>http://letdasunshine09.xanga.com/625055674/item/</link><guid>http://letdasunshine09.xanga.com/625055674/item/</guid><pubDate>Sat, 03 Nov 2007 12:49:02 GMT</pubDate><description>Tonight, I shall go see Westborough High School's production of Mary Zimmerman's &lt;i&gt;Metamorphoses&lt;/i&gt;, and I can guarantee you that I'll cry. I've heard that the ending makes you cry, but that's not the only reason I'll cry.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;By not auditioning for this play, I feel like I've missed ot on so much. Ever since &lt;i&gt;Guys and Dolls&lt;/i&gt;, I've only wanted to get back on the stage. There's nothing like the feeling of becoming another person completely, telling her story, and then hearing the roar of the audience when you come up to take your bow. I can't get enough of that kind of thing. It sustains me, it keeps me going. And while I always enjoy being the one to give someone else that feeling, my selfishness can't help but shine through when I think about how much I've missed feeling like that.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Not to mention how much the theater has brought to me. The people I'm friends with now I would never have been friends with if I hadn't been involved in the theater department. I quit chorus once I got to high school because of scheduling, so I would never have met all of the people through chorus either. I love each and every one of you guys, and I'm so grateful that something so simple as a school production could bring me to meet and come to know and love such amazing people.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And the theater gave me confidence, too. From the moment I was dragged to improv freshman year, my fear of saying something stupid was shattered. I realize now that saying something stupid isn't the end of the world. If it's expressing who I am and it's not hurting anyone, who cares? I'm going to be emcee-ing at Ned's Coffee House (which is on November 30 in the lobby, by the way - everyone should come). There's no way I would have done that freshman year, or even last year. I don't care about fucking up in front of people anymore.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;This is what I live for. This is why I go to school. To see these people, to be in these shows, to be a part of it all. It's been killing me not to do anything - to just hang back and watch. But I have faith in everyone that it's going to be absolutely incredible, and you're gonna make me cry - for the good reasons. To the cast and crew of Meta - I love you all so much, break a leg tonight and tomorrow, and I'm sure I'll see you all at Friendly's soon enough.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;i&gt;When I find myself in times of trouble, Mother Mary comes to me speaking words of wisdom: "Let it be."&lt;/i&gt;</description><comments>http://letdasunshine09.xanga.com/625055674/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Saturday, October 27, 2007</title><link>http://letdasunshine09.xanga.com/623861050/item/</link><guid>http://letdasunshine09.xanga.com/623861050/item/</guid><pubDate>Sat, 27 Oct 2007 16:45:41 GMT</pubDate><description>&lt;B&gt;Life is crazy&lt;/B&gt;, I've decided.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;So I decided it would be a good idea to procrastinate my five page research paper (including the research part) until the day before it was due. That day happened to be Thursday, the half day. So after spending three hours buying new tapshoes, I spent&amp;nbsp;another three hours researching and writing my paper. And then I did the rest of my homework.&amp;nbsp;And then went to tap class. So my half day was completely wasted.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;ALTHOUGH we just got an incredible new projector for our basement renovation. Since we're basically tearing the whole thing apart and re-purposing it as a home theater, sewing room, office, music room, etc., we bought a projector that projects in high definition. So we've been watching the &lt;B&gt;Sox&lt;/B&gt; dominate the &lt;B&gt;Rockies&lt;/B&gt; in HD.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Let's hope they do it again tonight!&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;I&gt;Nothing's gonna change my world.&lt;/I&gt;</description><comments>http://letdasunshine09.xanga.com/623861050/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Sunday, October 14, 2007</title><link>http://letdasunshine09.xanga.com/621523756/item/</link><guid>http://letdasunshine09.xanga.com/621523756/item/</guid><pubDate>Sun, 14 Oct 2007 20:42:33 GMT</pubDate><description>So &lt;B&gt;Mom&lt;/B&gt; and &lt;B&gt;Dad&lt;/B&gt; put an Ultra Mobile PC in my room so that I won't have to take the laptop upstairs into my bedroom every time I want to do homework on the computer. Basically, the screen is 6 by 3.5 inches, and the keyboard is one of those touch-screen ones, but my Dad had an extra keyboard from the office at Intel and plugged that in, so I have a legit keyboard, and a mouse, so that I don't have to use the crappy little thing that's on the PC. I have internet, but I don't have any programs on here like the Sims or anything. It's supposed to be for homework and writing purposes only. I intend to do the best I can to keep it that way, and hence I don't plan on downloading AIM to this thing. Of course, since there is internet access, there is the problem of being able to go on facebook while doing my homework, but whatever - facebook is less distracting than AIM. I did download the Snood 4 Beta, but since I've weened myself off of Snood, it shouldn't be nearly as much of a problem as it used to be. Basically...I have half a computer in my room now, which is pretty sweet.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;The only problem is that I can't find Microsoft Word on here.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;I&gt;Happiness is a warm gun (bang bang, shoot shoot).&lt;/I&gt;</description><comments>http://letdasunshine09.xanga.com/621523756/item/#firstcomment</comments></item><item><title>Saturday, October 13, 2007</title><link>http://letdasunshine09.xanga.com/621256176/item/</link><guid>http://letdasunshine09.xanga.com/621256176/item/</guid><pubDate>Sat, 13 Oct 2007 12:37:01 GMT</pubDate><description>I'm at work right now.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;So last night was kinda uneventful. I went to Target because there was no improv AGAIN, and then I went home and watched the Sox dominate the Indians...until I fell asleep.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Stupid short attention span.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;I&gt;Whose eyes am I behind? I don't recognize anything that I see.&lt;/I&gt;</description><comments>http://letdasunshine09.xanga.com/621256176/item/#firstcomment</comments></item></channel></rss>