Today was a sad day.  I woke up knowing that today many would come to pay their respects, remeber the life of this woman and mourn her passing. However, at the time i wasn’t aware of the extent to which these events would impact me emotionally. Even as i got ready for school this morning i thought about her, and how much her friends and family have gone through the past few years. I prayed that God would give them the strength they would need this day and bless them.

As some of you know, Mary McGee passed away a few days ago. She was such an amazing, inspiring, and loving woman. Out of the few times i talked to her, i could tell she had an overwhelming love for her family and I know she was loved just as much by them. I always remeber seeing her at school concerts and plays, anything Meghan and Sean were involved in and she was always smiling.

Today i came to the Church a half an hour early, and already it was packed with all those who knew and cared for Mary. Many desolate and familiar faces stared back as Natalie, Alex, and I stood at the entrance, scanning the the pews for a place to sit. We chose one in the back next to our English teacher. When Elizabeth arrived she sat with us as well. I remember seeing Mr. McGee enter, followed by Meghan and Sean, each of them yet without a tear on their cheek. I admire their courage.   At the wake the day before i expressed my sorrow for their loss and i remember Sean and Meghan both answered, “It was for the best, it was what she wanted.” They are strong kids.

The service today was beautiful. I cried as the family accompanied her down the isle, again when “Butch”  described rushing over to kill a bat at 4 in the morning, when “Uncle Roger” reminiced of accompanying her to a Celine Dion concert a while after her accident, when the final song, “Goodbye my Lover” by James Blunt was played, and especially at the video of seven year old Meghan singing “My Heart Will Go On” by Celine Dion; it was at the time, one year after her accident that left her paralized from the neck down. After little Meghan finished singing the last line, she ran over and gave her mom a kiss on the cheek. However, the most upsetting time of the service was watching as her whole family left the church, many of them devastated and sobbing uncontrolably. I could barely look at them. The whole time i was trying to grasp the idea that she was gone, to them a mother, wife, sister, aunt and friend that they would never see again in this world. It’s such a hard concept to apprehend.
So please pray for her, that she has found peace. And please pray for her family. Pray that God places a hand of protection over Sean and Meghan, one that is be just as loving as that of their mother. Pray that he continues to show her family strength and console. That he helps them heal their broken hearts, for his love heals all things. They need him now more than ever… God Bless.

Tonight is the night. Production Night.
i can’t beleive it’s tonight, it’s so surreal. i’m quite not sure what to expect since i’ve never formally acted infront of an audience before. An array of emotions have plagued my conscience. I’m  nervous, scared, and maybe even a little exctited. I’m afraid that i’ll come out after natalie’s monologue and be too overwhelmed by the audience to act.
Right now we’re all at school. Today we were supposed to have a double dress rehersal at 12:30. However after we ran through the program once, he called us out and started making arrangements for tonight and gave us some words of encouragement. So i guess once was enough for him.
It wasn’t for me. I want to practice it until it’s perfect. I forgot one of my lines earlier today while on stage. it was horrific. i hate the dissapointing feeling i get just standing there stuperfied while natalie stares back at me with a distressed look on her face. so now nat and i are going to run through it once more… i hope we get it right.

Last year as a final project for French my friend and i completed a project on French culture. We researched traditional French foods, popular music, and even French super models. However, we also found something else, which i found to be most interesting; Parkour.

The most prominent traceur today, also the called “the father of parkour,” is a man named David Belle. Here is a commercial with David Belle for BBC, here is another one that adds a little humor
Here is a video, it’s not the most amazing one i’ve seen but it gives some information on this discipline. i would only suggest watching the first3 min or so of it because it gets boring after a while. more videos.

i was feeling particularly agrivated. i’ve been feeling like that a lot lately…
going to her game made me feel better. so did she

my sister lost her game, but i got to see her play for the first time this season! she is amazing, i’m so proud of her.

Today was fun.

It was great to see you

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Tonight i watched Garden State… well most of it. i missed the first half hour. There was something i really liked about this movie, although i can’t place what it was. The music from the soundtrack was chill too

Last night after an entertaining and exciting Saints game (4-1!), we went to Kyle and Nathan’s to hang out. The guys decided to play Fight Night Round 2 and all of us watched them for a while. I was surprised how interested in this video game i became seeing how i rarely play them. It was tantalizing to watch them swing at and evade eachother, and nurse their players wounds between rounds. Nathan and Jeremy had both played the game before and made it look really easy, so a few of us decided to give it a shot.Well, it was a lot harder than it looked! The only hits Josh and i seemed to be able to pull off were the low “power shots,” which drained your stamina, and those that were illegal. I played Jeremy and even though i think he went easy on me, i got crushed, haha, most of the time my shots didn’t even connect with his player I would have to say though, the funniest part of the night was when Jeremy decided to make boxers modeled after him and Josh. Surprisingly they turned out fairly accurate and actually looked like the boys! It was hillarious watching these miniatures “lift” and grow huge muscles and even funnier when Jeremy beat Josh to a pulp

Anyway, that is now my new favorite video game hehe.

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During the hockey game Carina and I found this Saints player to bare a striking resemblance to Patrick Dempsey from Grey’s only a few lbs. heavier

Last night as i was waiting to go home after school I came across pictures of Past Madrid Waddington Productions on our school website. The latest  archive was from the year 1979; the same year my father graduated. I remembered my mom often talked about him participating in one play during high school, his senior year; Fiddler on the Roof. When i looked, I found these two pictures!

This weekend our Drama Club (including me) was supposed to preform a collage of short skits; the name of this production, Laughing for the Wrong Reasons. We chose this title because none of us were ready to preform on Saturday and we all thought for a comedy our skits were pretty bland, so we joked that if the audience was laughing at all that night it would be for all the “wrong reasons.” Fortunately two of our members have been out sick this week.(He had his wisdom teeth out earlier this week and this lovely girl has had the flu.) Although i’m feeling sympathetic for them, i am quite relieved we won’t be preforming this weekend:D BUT…

the show will go on Saturday, January 27 and Sunday, January 28 admission $3

So i know its a little past New Years, but i still wanted to post these pics from The Party

check out the rest on my flickr!

Lately I’ve been feeling pretty overwhelmed with everything that is going on in my life. Everything from school work and church functions to my social and domestic responsibilities seem to be on overload. Even when i have a spare minute to relax i feel like there’s something i should be doing. I stayed up until 2 30 this morning attempting to write a paper on the epitaph of King Arthur. In my paper i was supposed to prove my interpretation of these lines written on his tomb,”Here lies Arthur, who once was king and king will be again.” When i read this i couldn’t help but think about Jesus and his return & that it sounded similar to the idea communicated by this verse in the bible,
“Men of Galilee,” they said, “why do you stand here looking into the sky? This same Jesus, who has been taken from you into heaven, will come back in the same way you have seen him go into heaven.” Acts 1:11
… The hard part was not proving this, but proving it while meeting the paragraph count requirements. I usually have no problem writing lengthy essays, but for some reason i couldn’t seem to come up with concrete details to support my commentary… grrrrr. I gave up and decided to finish it in the “morning”. I left a note for my mom to read when she got up explaining my dilemma and asking her if I could stay home from school to finish it.

So I got up around 10:00 this morning, I figured it would be good for me to get 8 hrs of sleep for once, and even though I stayed home today I’m pretty sure it would have been easier going to school. After I finished my Arthurian Essay, I typed up notes to help me memorize my role as a defendant for mock trial tryouts tomorrow. Then I highlighted my lines in a Skit called “Fresh Fruit” that our Drama club is preforming, among others, on Friday evening and Saturday afternoon. (Be there!) After reading through both the piece for mock trial and “Fresh Fruit” I fell asleep for a half an hour or so. It was so relaxing to forget about everything I had yet to finish. For some reason I’m always more satisfied when I let sleep overtake me in the middle of the day, than when I simply lay down and go to bed for the night…. Sleep sounds too good right now.

Anyway, when I woke up around 3 or so it was time to work on my French project which consists of doing my best at painting this impressionistic work by Gustave Caillebotte. As I was painting I realized that even though this was the project I had been looking forward to all day, this was frustrating too. Two hours later I decided to quit for the night. Despite all the effort I put into this painting, I barely put a dent into the amount of work I would have to do to complete it.

Maybe I’m committing to too many things at once. I still feel as if there are so many things I would like to do, devote more time to Him, take dance, actually practice guitar which I haven’t touched in months, read the bible more, spend time with my close friend who is home from Connecticut, or reconnect with other friends I haven’t spent much time with lately. I don’t know how I’m supposed to do all of this! I love all of it, but there’s not enough time to do everything. Maybe I should take a time management course, haha wait… That would mean something else to devote time to.

Well for now I’ll have to leave it at that as Pilate’s starts at 7 and if I don’t leave soon I’ll be late.