Boring...

So my life is feeling kinda boring lately. I hang out at home and go to school and go to play practice. And it isn't too bad until nights like this, when the moon is almost full and I have had way more sugar than I ought to today and not enough moving around. I am almost crushing on a guy my friends see as a total creeper-- and I know why they think that but I can't help basking in the minor attention he pays me. Which is dumb because the last guy I allowed this close (other than the guy I was dating at the time) turned out to have a Peter Pan complex-- he will never grow up, not emotionally anyway. And I was more like Wendy, paying attention and laughing at his jokes and waiting paitently while he flirted with the mermaids. And when I stayed away for a few days, he forgot me. So I am a fool and I don't trust my own judgement and the only guys I dated turned out to be too wrapped up in themselves to notice God and His plans. Come to think of it, the only time I don't feel useless this summer is when I am serving-- helping a mom make a little kid's party run smoother, fetching and carrying for the costume director, moving props around on stage so they are ready to go on... And I don't worry about boys when I am focused on others... aha! the key! Love God, love people... now how can I do that?

So Latin is a supremely boring class each morning. The other students all either know each other because they attend the same boarding school, or they just don't talk. I stopped trying to talk and began reading. Which led to getting snapped at. So now I just study my notes and the book when he drones. My test grade whould improve tomorrow.
The troup was lovely last night, we learned the stage directions for another ballad and I believe the final product will be quite lovely. Puppy-page boy followed but not quiet as much. And this group, at least, talks to other people. Anyways, that's all for today.

So I have taken the liberty to join an acting troupe in the evenings. Father is not particularly pleased, but Mother minds not as long as I am continuing my education. I must say, after boring Latin lessons all morning-- really, I can read while you talk or I can fall asleep attempting to pay attention, it does not work both ways-- the troupe is most refreshing. In fact, one boy-- whom I am quiet sure was a page before he ran off to the city-- has taken to following me around like a small puppy. Being younger than my sister and not even in posession of his own horse, I have to say that it is unlikely I will return his ardor (another maid warned me of his frequent crushes on the new girls) but it is nice to be sought after now and again... :)

Beginings

So I have an overactive imagination and here is where it shall be stretched. Some posts will be entirly imaginary, some totally true, but most will mix some of both. Enjoy!