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Hi guys! You've just found the Jlog of Jade Amber! Now you might be wondering: "What in the world is a 'Jlog'?" Well, a jlog is a mash of journal and blog. Since they give you an option for a title: Journal/Blog, I decided to mash them together! Hence the name 'Jlog'. So please enjoy a cup of Joe whilst you read and I will try to remember to 'Jlog' every day. While we're at it, enjoy these quotes I found online: Wake up with determination, go to sleep with satisfaction. Be happy and smile. Don't call it a dream, call it a plan. Life is tough, but so are you. -Stephanie Bennett-Henry Too often we underestimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word, a listening ear, an honest compliment or the smallest act of caring, which all has the potential to turn someone's life around. -Leo Buscaglia Side note!
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| That is the question I have just asked myself. Let me explain. As you know, if you have read the July 11th post, I am in "The Jungle Book" camp, I am Mother Wolf, and I am about to make my second walk up the wall again. Again, let me explain. See, there are two "bad apples" of the cast, a boy, (who will be known as playing Baloo) and a girl (who will be known as playing a monkey, or more specifically, Monkey #4). I say bad apples because they have been nothing but mischief the whole week! The main focus of this post will be on Baloo, because he's been the one who's been bothering me the most. He is probably around the ages of 11, 12 or even 13, but I'm guessing he's 11 or 12. What he does is when I come over to his side of the stage, stage left for all you theatre people—I'm pointing at you, Hanna!  —he will boss me around.He's mainly acting like he's the director, and everyone should follow what he says right down to the tiniest little thing. When I go to open the curtain for the top of the show, he told me when to stop pulling the curtain back, but I ignored his cry and continued what I was doing until I was satisfied. Another time was when he was on stage, I told him if he didn't get off the stage I would open the curtains. Taking that remark as a joke, he stayed there, and I opened the curtain. Thankfully, no one was there in the audience, but then again, the stage lights were on and the house lights were off, so you never could tell. Then when I was dancing with the boy playing Mowgli, he opened the curtains, which made me react like he stripped my clothes off, and I was on the stage naked. I rushed him, grabbed his shoulders, and said, "Don't touch the curtains." He replied with, "Don't boss me around." A little bit later, the director came on the stage and told everyone that no one was supposed to touch the curtains except me, since I was in charge of opening and closing them. He, Baloo, later told me he did that to get back at me, which now makes me think I shouldn't have done that, but the other side of my brain says if I hadn't have done that, everyone wouldn't have known and then people would've touched the curtains. Another time was also with the curtains. He was in the curtains, which in a lot of people's heads means you are touching the curtains. I told him, "You're not supposed to touch the curtains." He told me, "I'm not touching the curtains." He demonstrated what touching the curtains meant, but I ignored him. Though, it's not just me he's been getting in trouble with; he's gotten in trouble with the director and assistant director. I have been thinking of why he's been acting like a bully to me, with the help of my mom. I have drawn a few conclusions. One is maybe because he has a prop, a bee hive, and I don't, so maybe he's acting all like, "I've a prop and you don't! Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah!" Two is maybe because I am popular around the crew, the director, assistant director and stage manager, meaning, as I said, I have gotten some recognition from the director because of how good I was, mainly because experience. And third, because I have more experience in theatre than he does, and maybe he's trying to look like he has the most experience out of all of us, but as I told my parents, it's like he's trying to break a rock, me, with his bare hands. Ha ha, get it? He's Baloo, Baloo's a bear, bare hands. Ha ha. No? Okay. Now, of course, that's not all that happened. There are good things that happened too, like, my wolf family. They have been the ones who have been the highlight of my week. The rainbow to my rainy weather. Okay, I'll stop with the analogies. Even though they role-played backstage, and that drove me nuts, they still loved me and I still loved them. The first cub, Wolf #1, has been my friend since the first day. We met, talked and then she asked me, "Do you wanna be friends?" I was startled for a second, mainly because when I met my friends, they had never asked me, "Do you wanna be friends?" It's always been like this with my friends: we meet, we talk, we find something that we have in common and boom, instant friendship. Then she asked what role I had and I said "Mother Wolf.", then she said, "Hey, I'm Wolf #1!" then we got closer in friendship. Now, she and I are almost inseparable. When we met again the next day, I would always be greeted with "Mother!" and she would run up and hug me. When we're not onstage, she and I got to my secret spot, even though you can easily see me, and we cuddle. It's sweet.  |
| As my name says, I need help getting down. No, I am not afraid of heights; it's just that the new actors and actresses drove me all the way up the wall and to the center of the ceiling, and now I'm stuck. (Oh, how I love using analogies.)Let me explain, this morning and afternoon, I went to my "Jungle Book" camp, and everyone, except the adult actors and myself, were disobeying my director and assistant director. (I call her that because that's how she's acting around us.) I even needed to use my lungs, which I haven't used for years, to quiet them down so they could pay attention. They were still in tip-top condition. Lots of the kids were using the "wrong cheeks", as they say in theatre talk, either saying their lines softly or saying them really fast to the point where you couldn't understand them, two are reading their lines like they're reading them off a book, (which they are) and one even told the director an excuse of why they were speaking really fast! I was a mad house! It's almost like the director went to the Mad Hatter's tea party, grabbed all the children there, took them to the theatre and said, "You are now actors." Now, I understand that they are new to this, but that doesn't mean that they shouldn't obey what our director's telling them! This is how you learn to be a good actor! You don't just become one overnight! This is getting to the point where I can tell on the director and assistant director's faces that they are ready to just tell everyone to go home, and the director, assistant director, stage manager, and the actors and actresses who are willing to listen, are going to do the entire play! They say it's best for you to write down your thoughts to get rid of your anger, so that's what I'm doing. Plus, I haven't added an entry to this jlog in over a month.  —————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————— For those of you who thought this would be a pleasant entry, here. I'll tell you something that I thought was hilarious that happened at lunch. So the man who's playing Father Wolf, my husband, he brought his phone and speakers, so we could listen to some music while we ate. He played some Disney songs, then he got to "Love is an Open Door" from Frozen, and this happened. The place turned into a mad house. Literally. Half of the kids there were groaning, myself included, and the other half were singing along. After that song, he played some more songs, then "Let It Go", also from Frozen, came on. Again, half of the kids groaned, the other half sang along. A few of the kids who hated Frozen pretended like they were dying, and even though I hate Frozen, I couldn't help but laugh. I laughed and laughed at every kid's reaction to the song. Some were going crazy singing and others were going crazy, acting like they were dying. |
| Well, I remember going outside and playing with a jumprope sometimes, and I had a lot of jump ropes. I would sometimes sing "Cinderella, Dressed in Yella" and "Teddy Bear, Teddy Bear, Turn Around" and other times I would jump really fast, because I could.  And then there's playing with a dad and a soccer ball. But the most fun I remember having was when we used to have a slide and swings. We still have the structure that held the slide, but the slide, swings and the structure that held the swings are gone. I would climb the slide and slide down the slide over and over and sometimes when I swung, I would swing the song that Tweety Bird would sing. You know, the one that goes, "…Tweety's my name, but I don't know my age. …of that ol' putty tat." I can only remember some of that song. I used to play outside a lot, but every time I went out, a few minutes later, I would have to go back in to go to the bathroom. It was weird. I guess I needed to empty my "tank" before I went out.  |
| I like both jobs. I like getting sweaty doing yard work, so I might like to be a shipbuilder. But I do like the water, so I might like being a sailor. Though if I decide to be a sailor, that might mean that I would have to sail for months from place to place. And if I decide to be a shipbuilder, that means I would probably have to fill lots of orders and it would take a lot of work. But I would have stronger muscles from lifting and hammering nails that were very high if I was a shipbuilder. And I would be used my sea legs if I was a sailor. I might like both, so I could build my own ship and sail for hours on end. Wait, did you bring this up because "Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Men Tell No Tales" is coming out in a few days, Fivesixer?? |
| Well, you may still have a Checkers in your town, but in ours, there's not one. A few weeks ago, our Checkers closed because of the lack of customers; and the sad part is, when I was little and we still ate crap, Dad would always go there to get something to eat. Always. And the fact that it's land was bought by AT&T, and we already have millions of AT&Ts just infuriates me! I wish, just one more time, that I could go to Checkers and order a meal. What I wish is that Chipotle would buy that plot of land and build a Chipotle there! We have practically every single business in our town, except Chipotle. The closest Chipotle is in Pooler, and that's a good deal away! But my mom says they won't build a Chipotle here, because of the lack of customers, and I thought, "Well, at least they'll have three customers!" Plus, I think that a lot of our townsfolk would love to have a Chipotle! We already have a Taco Bell and two El Sombrero's, so we love ourselves some Mexican food! It just blows my mind that we love Mexican and don't have a Chipotle. |
| I'm the simple bread/mayo/meat/cheese person. My mom, however, is the going all out kind of person when it comes to her sandwich. Leafy greens, pickles (  ), meat, cheese, mustard and mayo. She makes quite the Dagwood sandwich. My dad doesn't eat sandwiches. He's going gluten free to help tone down his stomach. Now to me, hotdogs are hotdogs, tacos are tacos, wraps are wraps and so on. But I better stop before I start eating everything in sight, like this computer for instance!  |
| I don't measure my speed or distance, even though the app I use does have that on it, I can't get it to work. It sucks a lot. I want to see how much distance I've covered and my speed, but I don't even know how to make it work!!  Sometimes, the world works with you, and other times, they work against you. |
First we start with "it", and the question, "What is 'it'?" That is a complication. While we are working out, about what 'it' is, there's another little group 'talk-out', about our catchphrases. They chat and chat until someone, says, "Like, dude! Freaking legit!", and if you know, this one, can't say that shi*bleep*. Then we move to celebrities, and their political opinions, including littles and biggies, and their minions. People talk about what it would be, like to vote from, say, Miley Cyrus's view, then a little kid said, a member of the Pizza Party, she'd be, she obviously didn't have a clue. Next we move to fears, because this world is messed up, that's why we have scared deers, fears of jeers, and going up. Then we have train rides, oh, the talk about their first, and their most exciting ride, one keeps going on and on, until they have thirst. But now we are here, in the now, we do nothing but shed a tear, for without Fivesixer, how, can we do this without any fear? |
| No, I have never been on a train trip. But I would love to take one!  It's just we have trains go through our little town, but they're usually carrying cargo, not people. Plus I don't think our town has any train stops (I can't think of the word) for people to get on and off. |
| For me, if I was famous, I wouldn't care. I don't really have a good idea of whether I'm with the Democrats or Republicans. I do know that I'm a representative of the pizza party.  But this is from a teens point of view. What the prompt was, I don't even have a clue as to what he's talking about. Sometimes, adult stuff does not comprende to me.  |
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