Fangirl Grace is fangirly.

This is what blogs are made for, man.

This Mitchell Davis encounter phenomenon seems to be making a chain in our group: Joe about a month ago, and his coworker/video partner Dylan, ALSO my friend's boyfriend, today. Let me tell you about today. 

Just letting you know, today was not THE day. It was pretty damn close...but perhaps not my time. Shit, I looked like crap and would've jumped him anyway, and nobody wants that. On the bright side, we certainly made a big step.

Cleaning my room with the Ting Tings blasting, Luisa calls and (quite calmly, which I admire her for) tells me Dylan had called her saying he met Mitchell. No makeup, glasses on, unflattering pants and all I grab my keys and go to the mall. I text him on the way to be sure and he tells me it was a joke. I call Luisa: no, he was definitely for real. I'm still kicking myself for believing Dylan over her, but it was so surreal I thought a cruel joke would be plausible. He just didn't want me freaking out on him because he probably would've ignored us from then on if we'd done that. OK, I'll give that to him. He was right. But God that was cruel.

They talked about Joe, youtube, the like. He shook his hand. Jena was there. He had on a grey vneck and black pants. God I'm a fucking creeper. But we're in there. Joe's still making a collab, Dylan's going to ask him to hang with all of us and we're in there. Or man, I really hope so. Now mother is lecturing me about idol worship. Yeah, maybe...OK, she's totally right. But what can you do? I'm a youtuber. We fangirl.

That is all.

A Lazy Labor Day

It's difficult when one starts a new platform to know if they should either assume the reader has some essential background about the writer or to make a fresh start and to completely reintroduce themselves. I've heard it's a bad idea to assume anything.

Grace

17

O-H! I-O!

(I really don't even like OSU. I just love spelling.)

High school senior, semi-professional singer, incompetent writer (working on that), and as described by a friend the other day "a character." I'll let you be the judge of that.

Aspects central to my life to be discussed here: school, work, shows coming up, preparing for voice auditions in the winter, and perhaps a sprinkling of social antics and everyday drama.

• school - this semester, my last of high school ever as I am 90% sure I'm graduating early, seems to be virtually ideal. The challenging (AP English...a bit more challenge than desired although it's my only difficult class), the mundane and mandatory (American Government...well at least the teacher is funny), the relevant to my non-musical interest (Psychology), and relevant to my musical interest and the skeleton of my social life in school (Madrigal Singers...you're bound to hear a lot about that in the future.)
• work - I make subs. I don't work enough hours, but my other sources of income (nothing shady...just doing what I do best) balance it out. Code name for work is "something to do on school nights and occasionally interfere with reading assignments."
• shows - two biggy's: my dad's premiere of his first orchestral piece based on songs based on Rumi poems, in which I have a solo. The work is pretty simple as I've been singing all the songs for years at benefit events and demos, but it's a pretty freaking big deal. Also, an area youth theater company that does a huge production each winter (I've done it the past 3 years) has auditions for Singin' In The Rain at the end of September. TBH I have absolutely no time to easily fit this in my schedule. But I can't fight my emotional attachment. I'm going to try my hardest to fit it in.
• auditions - the most stressful thing. ever. And I haven't even recorded my prescreening. Things are going pretty slow because I haven't picked all my songs and I keep forgetting lessons. I have a few definitely's (Indiana, Michigan, Miami, Wright State, Oberlin) and a few maybe's (Eastman, Cincinnati, Baldwin Wallace). Yes, I'm going to opera and no, I have no idea what I'm getting into. I'm scared shitless.
• social - finally getting into a good pattern. I've lost a lot of connections lately, completely lost contact (and interest) in a long time unrequited love interest, but have held on to a precious few and have made tons of potential friends in madrigals. Man, I couldn't live without that class. Then there's always my friend's and my undying aspirations to meet the mysterious Mitchell Davis...who lives one town over.

In terms of recent events, I had an impromptu trip to Cincinnati last night for the WEBN fireworks. My friend Tori had mentioned it in a status, and I completely took on the idea of a road trip with her and our friend Desmond. I was totally bummed when her parents wouldn't let her go, but now I see why those monstrous events occur once a year. They're utterly EXHAUSTING. It was the biggest driving ordeal I've experienced in my one year of having a license, and the traffic getting out of the parking garage alone took about an hour. Freaking Obama was there, this thing was huge. The friends we met up with to get a good view had been there since 11AM. I'm not that die hard, and probably won't be going back again (to do something that has an albeit less impressive but basically same thing every July...everywhere) but I'm glad I can say I went.

Today was a day off from school lost. My friend Luisa, her boyfriend Dylan and I were planning on a Kings Island day for a week and it didn't work out. I'm suprised I'm not in the least bit distressed about this, considering the amount of trips to Kings Island that haven't worked out this summer. I mostly felt pressured to go a lot because I have a pass and have only gone twice. But let's face it, that place gets old. Cedar Point for Halloweekends or bust.

At least I had time to finally write this stinking blog.