I want to simultaneously listen to this for forever and never again.

VIDEO GAME RECYCLING! :D

So I got a pretty new-to-me DS Lite for Christmas and three Pokemon games and a Harvest Moon game. And I've been pretty busy.

But right when I got them, there was stuff all over the place and the DS games are REALLY tiny (like, I thought I had issues keeping my Gameboy Advance games safe and not lost). And then I remembered how you can actually put GBA games in Gameboy Color game cases... (these things for those of you who never had a gameboy/never had the cases)

And so I found a couple of mine and HEY, THREE DS GAMES FIT IN ONE! Which is perfect for me 'cause I have four games--three go in the case and then one goes in the DS. Very useful!

And then I have an old GBA carrying case thingy that I got at a garage sale forever ago. It's long 'cause it was for the original GBA, not the square SPs.

That exact one, actually. :D

And, surprise surprise, the DS fits really well into that, too!

I got a cool new DS.

(Well, not that new, 'cause it's refurbished and not a 3DS--I feel like one of those would give me a headache anyway.)

And I'm using all my old stuff with it.

...

I feel cool.

(also, none of these are my pictures.)

Blue Screen of Death

Well, I was thinking about Paramore's My Heart in class the other day and how it has the lyric "my heart, it beats for only you." In the middle of a huge crush at the moment, I of course applied it to my current situation. But then I thought about how, really, of course my heart doesn't beat only for that guy. It beats, well, 'cause my brain tells it to (more or less, I think, I dunno).
And so this happened. I don't know quite what it is, but... I sort of like it. (Also, the 2012 only happens to be my graduation year/end of the world/this coming year by accident. It's a math thing, really. ((if someone wants to figure it out, hint hint--it's in base 35! ..sort of... kinda...)))

While it's a false statement to say my heart beats only for you
'Cause it's actually 'cause my brain tells it to
It's a little bit true
that when you come near
it beats faster and faster
And I can't breathe thought i should be able to
But my brain freezes up
My heart beats faster and faster, lungs shut down
Numbers and words come easy
'til you're around

You're my blue screen of death
Shutting me down
The wires cross and it doesn't work
There's been a fatal error
Nothing works but shutting down

Reboot the system, starting over
You're not here, yet the thoughts still linger
Brain moves sloooowlyyy, doesn't compute
A total system failure is eminent
I can't let go

You're my blue screen of death
Shutting me down
The wires cross and it doesn't work
There's been a fatal error
Nothing works but shutting down

two-oh-one-two
It's what I want to say
But that's not quite right, either

You're my blue screen of death
Shutting me down
The wires cross and it doesn't work
There's been a fatal error
Nothing works but shutting down

two-oh-one-two
I like you...

Pre-Calc: CHALLENGE ACCEPTED.

Yesterday, in Pre-calc, my teacher was handing out the note packets and stopped at my table a little longer than normal. The conversation went something like this:

"You know, I've noticed that you go ahead in the book."

*questioning look*

"Copying the notes from there and stuff? Yeah, I saw. But last night, when I was typing this up, I remembered you did that, so I changed the last examples."

"Wha-- uh--"

"So ha! You can't do that anymore." *walks away*

*looking at notes* "Wha... why would she do that?! I understand the math... and I just do it so I can get my homework done quicker! Fine. You think I can't do this?"

(Ending of the story: I got my notes done early.)

INTRO OR EXTRO?

Obviously intro. Introvert, anyway.

Today I worked at the concession stand at school for a volleyball tournement. I was kind of nervous about it because it was a new situation and, let's be honest, I get nervous about ordering food at McDonald's sometimes. I got there and we started the thing up, though, and I was doing fine. It felt nice to work and do stuff. I freaked out a little at the prospect of handling money, but that was mostly because I was worried about not giving back the right amount of change and being called out on it. (It only happened once, on accident, because I didn't realize we had a severe lack of dimes.) I kind of learned how to count it backwards (you know, the bill is $1.50, they give you a five, so .50 makes two dollars, then 3, 4, 5, there's your change). I thought maybe I could do general public, retail-y things for a job.

But then I came home and was so tired and I couldn't even write. It may have been from the lack of food (I worked eight hours on a protein shake and some popcorn because I was waiting until I was actually hungry to have my free hot dog and then we were down to only two and I couldn't have one), but I think the whole introvert thing played a part, too. See, apparently the way to see if you're an extrovert or an introvert is to see how you react to big, social things. Come away energized and excited? You're an extrovert. Come away exhausted? Well, join the club, you're an introvert. We meet on Mondays and fidget nervously while making awkward small talk for a few hours. Our jackets are prettty cool, too; they read "uhhh ummm yeah" across the back in big, bold letters.

Okay, that's less of an introvert thing and more of a shy awkward person thing, but whatever. I'm a member of both clubs and confuse them a lot.

(There, Bruce, I posted.)

Anxiety Cat, you so helpful!

So I don't know if any of this can even apply 'cause I don't know if I've actually got an anxiety disorder, buuuuuut.... it's still a helpful set of lists. C:

things we are trying to do all the time:

1. be safe

things we can’t help but do all the time:

1. second-guess ourselves

2. behave impulsively and reactively

3. take everything personally

4. worry

5. worry

6. worry

7. have difficulty accepting compliments

8. have difficulty reciprocating friendly gestures

9. have difficulty finding the courage to respond

10. have difficulty not being suspicious of others’ intentions

11. make a huge deal out of the smallest thing

things you should keep in mind:

1. we’re scared of everything

2. pretty much all of the time

3. it’s an actual disorder

4. it manifests as impulsive behavior

5. you can’t fix us with words

6. telling us “worrying is silly” won’t make us stop worrying

7. it’ll only make us feel silly

8. and then we’ll worry even more

9. “oh god, am i worrying too much? what if they call me silly again?”

10. like that

11. also, we wear a lot of armor

12. cold, heavy, affection-proof armor with spikes

13. we constructed this armor as children

14. we’re fairly certain you will never be able to pry it apart

15. but there is a nice person under there, we promise

things you can do for a friend with an anxiety disorder:

1. stick around

2. ask them if they’re comfortable in a place or situation

3. be willing to change the place or situation if not

4. activities that help them take their mind off of things are good!

5. talk to them even when they might not talk back

6. (they’re probably too afraid to say the wrong thing)

7. try not to take their reactions (or lack thereof) personally

8. (the way they expresses themself is distorted and bent because of their constant fear)

9. (and they knows this)

10. give them time to respond to you

11. they will obsess over how they are being interpreted

12. they will anticipate being judged

13. it took me four hours just to type this much

14. even though i sound casual

15. that’s because i have an anxiety disorder

things you shouldn’t do:

1. tell us not to worry

2. tell us we’ll be fine

3. mistake praise for comfort

4. ask us if we are “getting help”

5. force us to be social

6. force us to do things that trigger us

7. “face your fears” doesn’t always work

8. because—remember—scared of everything

9. in fact, it would be more accurate to say we are scared of the fear itself

emergency action procedure for panic attacks:

1. be calm

2. be patient

3. don’t be condescending

4. remind us that we’re not “crazy”

5. sit with us

6. ask us to tighten and relax our muscles one by one

7. remind us that we are breathing

8. engage us in a discussion (if we can talk, then we can breathe)

9. if we are having trouble breathing, try getting us to exhale slowly

10. or breathe through our nose

11. or have us put our hands on our stomach to feel each breath

12. ask us what needs to change in our environment in order for us to feel safe

13. help us change it

14. usually, just knowing that we have someone on our side willing to fight our scary monsters with us is enough to calm us down

if you have an anxiety disorder:

1. it’s okay.

2. even if you worry that it’s not okay.

3. it’s still okay. it’s okay to be scared. it’s okay to be scared of being scared.

4. you are not crazy. you are not a freak.

5. i know there’s a person under all that armor.

6. and i know you feel isolated because of it.

7. i won’t make you take it off.

8. but know that you are not alone.

(see the cool here)

It was great when it all began-- I was a regular Frankie fan.

I DRESSED UP AS COLUMBIA TODAY.

(kind of xD)

IT WAS PRETTY COOL.

I had better make-up at the start of the day, but apparently my eyeliner is crap. xD And I had band, so no mo' lipstick. And I was tired when I got home from school, so I didn't bother re-doing it. -__-

Here's a practice picture, though. :D

so yeah. NEXT MONTH I WILL ALSO DRESS UP... and the month after that and the month after that because I'm cool like that. And dressing up is fun and I just wanna do it for my senior year. Because dressing up is soooo much fuuuuuun!!!!

...yeah.

I feel like I'm developing a terrible habit here.

So, yeah, I can't sleep, despite being pretty tired. Same thing happened last night and I was up until four-thirty. I don't want to do that again, so let's hope I can get to sleep this time.

But, of course, instead of actually trying to sleep, I'm bloggin'! Yeah. But I'm trying to get myself into the habit of writing because, well, I wanted to blog more because I feel like it's good for me to write at least a little thing every day that isn't some odd blurb on Facebook or Tumblr, so yeah. YAY BLOGGER!

Last night I spent a lot of time reading the Bloggess. She's pretty hilarious, so it's easy to see how time got away from me so quickly. I also watched most of Easy A and an episode of Doug. (Which, for some reason, I started typing as an inappropriate word that has a similar beginning.) If I'm up late enough, I might watch some more 90s are all that or whatever Teen Nick is calling it.

What I've done so far, though? Well, I tried to sleep for about half an hour and just ended up reading some Heretics of Dune. I also dinked around with McCarthy, my guitar. Workin' on that upstroke or whatever it's called 'cause I'm so bad at it. Then I tried to sleep more but it didn't work, so I ended up taking care of a shameful pile of clean laundry that I'd been ignoring.

Yes. I am bad at putting my laundry away. And also apparently typing the word "laundry" because I've typed it as "launfry" and "lauundry" a couple of times now. I am terrible. Or maybe I just need sleep.

Something I noticed while taking care of my laun(f)dry: I have a lot of graphic t-shirts. I mean, a lot. If anyone has ever paid attention to what I wear to school, they've probably noticed it. I picked out some shirts that I never wear anymore and I'm okay to part with, but... still. I have a lot. Which makes me think that I need to find a super laid-back job where it's okay to wear such things and I can also never go to a formal event ever. Unless I have the stockpile of hand-me-downs and Megan's closet. Because I really, really like graphic tees. .___.

I also have several funny hats, including a white fedora, a black bowler, a top hat that might actually be Megan's, and a yellow-orange-pink fuzzy one from Mackinac Island or maybe just the city I don't remember (I didn't actually go on the trip so I don't feel I'm obligated to).

Aaaaand now I think I'm gonna try and sleep. Because I really don't want to be fixing this habit the night before school starts.

TEAM UNICORN!!!

YES! I have the anthology of zombie and unicorn stories called Zombies vs. Unicorns. The amazing Ms. Holly Black is a part of it (Team Unicorn, of course) and the idea itself is so cool that I had to have it. And I am completely Team Unicorn. I was kind of iffy about it--I mean, zombies are kinda cool, too. But Carrie Ryan's story in it sealed the deal for me. I mean, it's only the second zombie story (I still plan on reading the rest, though) and it just reminded me of how freaked out I get thinking about zombies. I mean, dude! THEY DON'T STOP. They bite you and tear into your flesh and AUUUUUGH. >< Terrible and scary. Just bad.

This is probably why I won't ever do the Zombie walk downtown; yeah, it sounds fun, but I would probably get really freaked out. Most people are messing around and not really acting like zombies, but I don't trust Grand Rapids as a whole with not freaking me out. Same thing with Zomb. I'm sorry, Zoe, but I will never go to Zomb because, whether I'm playing a human or a zombie, I will get freaked the fffffffff out. And I do not get that thrilled by freak outs. Okay, maybe sometimes. But zombies are a liiiiittle too far for me.

And I think that's it. I'm tired and sleep must be had. (...or maybe I'll read some Dune. *_*)

See, Bruce? I didn't mention you once!

Wait...

WHO GOT BORED?

I GOT BORED.

So these are the heroes from my story, Chuck! :D From left to right, we have Becky, the ghost girl, Henry, new biffle of Sierra, and then Sierra, the protagonist. :D

I actually had to redo this. Becky is the only one who stayed in the same house. xD I totally got Henry and Sierra wrong. But hey! It made me think about their character more which is good.

Becky is Slytherin not because she is technically working for the bad guy, but because she had a bit of a desperate time in high school and did whatever it took to be popular. (I'm sure you know where that is going.) I'm sorta kinda working on a side story for that, but yeah. It's kind of weird to write and it needs a little work. (A lot of work.) Maybe if Chuck ever gets published and it's done, I can put it in with that. :'D

Henry was originally Gryffindor because I did it without really thinking. He's the good guy, which makes him Gryffindor, right? BUT NO! His defining quality is not his bravery, but his determination to become Sierra's friend! He is really accepting of people and I feel like he transcends the social boundaries somehow. (Probably using his adorableness. He is so cute sometimes, even when he is covered in snot and tears.)

And I made Sierra a stereotypical Ravenclaw because she likes to read and write. It's kind of her thing. But, she doesn't like school, she doesn't really like learning all too much... unless it's weird facts she can put in her next story. So what is she? What's so defining? By golly, Sierra is stubborn. Really, really stubborn. She is shoved out of her trio of friends in eighth grade, and what happens? She says SCREW YOU, People! I will not deal with you. I will deal with my fiction and that will be that. Hmph. She tells herself that it's all people that are the problem and believes it for the next three years. She also makes herself believe that Henry only talks to her because no one else is talking to him to keep up with that idea. (In reality, Henry is actually pretty popular; a real social butterfly. No one talked to him when he was talking to Sierra, though, because she was the weird girl no one talked to.) GAAAAH THIS IS DOING SUCH WONDERFUL THINGS FOR MY CHARACTERIZATION. I must write something from Henry's perspective. It would probably be so much fun.

And Chuck is obvs. Villain is Slytherin.

I feel so pretty, and girly, and SPLODEY!

Guess who's still alive?! That's right, ME! Man, it's been forever since I wrote on here. Why? Probably because I feel bad about short nonsense posts on blogger. I like using Tumblr for quick thoughts that have no real purpose.

(Although it's probably because no one has my tumblr URL other than Anna. And lately, I haven't been feeling very let's-post-where-people-who-don't-like-me-know-where-I-post.)

But, y'know, whatever. I'm not feeling spiteful in any way, shape, or form right now, so LET'S POST WHERE PEOPLE WHO DON'T LIKE ME KNOW WHERE I POST!

Alrighty, so I just actually looked at my posts and I haven't posted something like a real blog post since April. 30 day challenges and lame-o song lyrics do not count.

So, I think I'm gonna try blogging on a semi-regular basis again. Just for me. I might post this on Facebook just to let people know that I'm at it again, but otherwise... meh. Get here yerselves. Honorary emu is something that makes my URL a little easier to remember, I think.

I've been feeling weirdly girly lately. I still won't do purses (they're MESSENGER BAGS and TOTES. MESSENGER BAGS AND TOTES.) or wear make-up every day (gaaah too much woooork), but I almost feel like doing things with my hair. *_* And, speaking of my hair, I can't do anything fun until after senior pictures!!! D: And, if I'm really gonna be Cheetara for Halloween this year like I'd like to be, then... I'ma need either blonde hair or a wig. I kind of want to try blonde hair, despite my uber dark eyebrows. I'd probably style it Cheetara-like every day. (Unless Ms. Sue thinks she can do polka spots ((is that even possible?!)), I don't think there will be any.) Thoughts?

Nenna has also been slightly splodey. Today I kind of went off on my mom for reasons that are still sorta unknown to me. ._. I mean, I guess I was upset that she seemed to be implying that my handwriting was absolutely freaking terrible even though it was completely legible. I mean, I know when my handwriting's bad. This wasn't one of those times. And then I formatted the list slightly weird and Tech didn't seem to have a fax number I could give to the school to send out my transcript with... and... yeah. I was a little frustrated and yelled and threw stuff when I shouldn't have. I stormed off to my room like an angsty, angry teenager and I didn't like it. I usually pride myself on not being the stereotypical teenager, yet there I was, being a stereotypical teenager. Murrrrrrr.

Next school year sounds kind of scary. I was thinking about that today. Maybe that's why I was on edge? I mean, it's gonna suck okay maybe not. It'll just be weird the first few weeks, I'm sure. Adjusting to what will hopefully be a very empty schedule (totally dropping that Ferris bloody medical thing; free college or not, I don't think I can handle it. Plus, I totally want to try for that empty schedule. I have, like, four required classes, if you count Modern Problems. And hub. That makes for an empty schedule at least for part of the year.). (Very long parenthetical is very long.) Figuring out where the fffffffffffff I'm gonna sit at lunch. Getting to do lots of yelling commands in band. Hopefully *crosses fingers* not yelling and screaming as much as I did at the beginning of last year. Honestly, I think the fact that there are more kids (can I call Evan, Shane, Tyler, etc. kids? I mean, Tyler's actually older than me!) will hold me back. I felt embarrassed enough when I did it in front of the kids from last year and I barely knew half of them. I only saw them three times a week for an hour and a half, maybe, if they decided to come to hub every day. The boys, however, I see every day at school and that would lead to much more oh gawd are they judging me for freaking out!??!?!!? But yeah. I'm tired of City kids getting to see so much EMOTIONAL!Jenna. And I'm sure everyone else is tired of seeing her, too.

Ummmm... I think that's about it. But yeah, tl;dr: Jenna is back and still worrying and thinking about trivial things. And oh Cheetara's in there somewhere too.

I wrote a song today.

I haven't written any in awhile and it's got no music, so I guess it doesn't count as a song. But yeah. It's probably icky. Here it is anyway.

Twisted my heart and soul
Tore me apart
I reassembled the pieces
Yet not quite whole
A monster
You created a monster

Fran-ken-stein, Fran-ken-stein,
Fran-ken-stein's monster
That's me
and you're the doctor

Pillaging the village
Your life's in shambles
You never saw this coming
Did you? Did you?!
You never see what's coming
Till it comes for you

Fran-ken-stein, Fran-ken-stein,
Fran-ken-stein's monster
That's me
and you're the doctor

Destroy and terrify
That's all I do
Wreck your life
Like you did mine
And it's all because of you...

Fran-ken-stein, Fran-ken-stein,
Fran-ken-stein's monster
That's me
and you're the doctor

Obvsly it's called Frankenstein. And I don't quite like the chorus, but nuffin else was comin' to mind. So whatevs.

edit: Dunno if anyone cares, but the last two lines of the second verse and the bridge got tweaks...but whatevs. I like it better this way and the song's more than 2 and a half minutes long. xP (Barely.)

Day Twenty-Two: An Underrated Movie

I couldn't think of an overrated movie and I was also busy in Grand Haven yesterday. So meh.

Yes. I understand why it probably didn't do so hot at first--Black Cauldron scared me to death when I was little. I mean, the Horned King is FREAKY. D: And the cauldron itself? Nyeeeaaaaagh. Creepy. But it's still a good movie, I think, and I lubs me some Henwen. :3 And Eilonwy. People always forget about her when talking about princesses, don't they? Well, whatever. She was a pretty sweet princess.

Day Twenty: Favorite Sequel

Yesssssss?

I thought it was kinda like the first one, but slightly less intense? I dunno. But it was one of the best done. (And I already did Tory Story 3... xP) But I love the songs from this one and I lub Kiara and Kovu. :D Disney did goo' on this one.

Also, no end of world? Or was that six o'clock EST? 'Cause then I guess we've gone seven hours or sommat. BUT THEN I CAN'T WATCH THE NEW DOCTOR WHO. O____O

Day Nineteen: Least Favorite Pixar Movie

I'm sure you saw this coming.

I JUST don't like Cars as much as the other movies. It's a good movie; it's funny and has the cool moment where McQueen lets the older car win his last race. And it's cool! But...it's just not as special as the others, y'know? I don't feel the same kind of AWWWWWWW that I do when I watch UP or Finding Nemo. It doesn't have the same effect, so I don't like it as much. D: Plus, it took me way too long to think of what the special moment was. (That might've been due to my lame memory, though.)

And, because I'm lazy, I'll just keep going day-to-day from here. I'm not catching up on three days all in one. >>

Day Eighteen: Favorite Pixar Film

DUDE THIS WAS SO GOOD

Somehow my sister and I convinced our dad to take us to the midnight showing and then we got another friend to go with us and it was SO COOL. I absolutely LOVED this movie so much and as soon as it came out on DVD we had to get it. It's got laughs and a great villain (I wanted a Lotso SO MUCH and then he was the bad guy; whatever, I totally still have one) and SO MUCH AWESOME. Augh. I love this movie.

Close second is probably Monsters Inc. I lub Boo and Sully.

Day Seventeen: Least Favorite Classic

I..I DON'T KNOW WHY. I'M SORRY IF YOU LIKE IT.

I just didn't watch it as much growing up. I mean, Maleficent is fantastic. She's a great villain. I..I just don't like the movie she's in much. D:

Day Sixteen: Favorite Classic

Well, to do this one, I actually googled to see what is considered a "classic." Most were the older ones, soooo...

JUNGLE BOOK YES?! :D

I like the Jungle Book mostly because of the songs. And, also, that if you listen to Kaa's song...and imagine it's Pooh Bear...things are suddenly very creepy. o3o But the songs are mostly awesome 'cause they're jazzy and then cool 'cause I like the buzzards. :D

BUT DARN YOU AND YOUR LOW NOTES, SHERE KHAAAAAAAAN! ><

Day Fifteen: First Movie

Um...this probably explains why I'm so weird. xD

Yes. My first movie was apparently The Nightmare Before Christmas. I am not surprised, considering we both came about in '93 and I used to have to watch it to sleep...but...yay! xD I'm kind of excited that it was this and not a usual princess movie. In addition to this, I DO know my first in-theatre movie was Pocahontas. :D And yay. I are happy.

ALSO TODAY ISH PROM. WHUT. FUN.

Day Fourteen: Favorite Kiss

I DON'T KNOW WHY

BUT IT IS.

Also, least favorite song got skipped because

a) I couldn't think of one

and b) I was busy and tired and BLAH.

c) car accident trauma blah?

d) okay, not car accident trauma, really, 'cause I'm pretty okay now.

e) it was still freaky.

f) tangled kiss makes it better, though.

Okay I think I figured out why I like it. 'Cause Rapunzel's all "YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS" like a little kid and Eugene's like "what? Oh, k, this is nice. :D"

Day 12: Favorite Villain Song

Frollo's always been one of my favorite villains. Possibly because I've read Notre Dame of Paris and know that he was kind of okay before his whole lust thing. It could also be because Hunchback of Notre Dame is one of my faaaaaaaavorite Disney movies, possibly because it works so well for my age group. I mean, it's funny and cartoony, but it also has darker tones that teenagers would understand better than five year olds.

And this song is just so much fun to sing...

I think that is going to be my criteria for the rest of these songs. Singability. Yes. Totally a word.

Day 11: Favorite Love Song

I don't know why, but this has been so. stuck. in. my. head. And for some reason, the whole idea of disappearing and creating a whole new world and with someone you love sounds pretty freaking awesome.

I want this.

[/depressedlike]

I also want to punch my Sweeney Todd solo in the metaphorical face.

...

But that's not going to help me play it any. :C

(Also, Kovu at the end? His suggestive "start a pride all our own?" Hee.)

Day 10: Favorite Song

AUGH WHY CAN'T I DO ANYTHING ON TIIIIIIIIIME

whatever, man, whatever.

So I guess I like "I'll Make a Man Outta You" 'cause it's just fun to sing. It gets you like, SUPER excited and epic feeling. Try singing it. If you don't get what I'm saying, you have no soul. Or something.

(Also I'll do eleven later.)

Day Nine: Favorite Original Character

Ah-HA! I am on time with this. :3 But yeah, favorite original, like, Mickey, Minnie, etc. Well...

GOOOOOFYYYYY. :D

Mostly I think this is because of the how-tos I used to see on Disney Channel. Y'know, during the House of Mouse thing. I liked that. :D They should do that instead of the stupid crap they do now. And Goofy's funny and dopey and yeaaaaah. :3 I'm bad at explaining these sometimes. xD

Day Seven and Eight because I'm terrible.

OKAY SO my brain decided that I needed sleep. so. freaking. badly. last night that I dozed for an hour, ate dinner, then dozed for a couple more hours before getting up and going to bed. Then I got up to take my medicine at 11, then I slept until 10 today. Oh. Geez. I think I might be getting sick and my body's trying to counteract that with extra rest. Idk. BUT HERE'S SOME DISNEY.

Day Seven: Favorite Sidekick

I wub these guys. Partially because the guy gargoyles, Victor and Hugo, are very obviously named after the author of Notre Dame of Paris. (HoND's original name, if you didn't know.) They're so much fun and play off of each other--it's just great. And they support Quasi so much. Hugo's thing for Djali is pretty great, too. :3 AND THAT IS WHY I LOVE THE GARGOYLES. :D

Day Eight: Favorite Villain

Oh, geez, this is a tough one. There are SO many great villains. But I'm gonna go with...

Ratigan. He's that special sort of crazy that is hard not to adore (at a safe distance, of course). He's also voiced by Vincent Price, which is pretty cool. Ratigan's the kind of villain that's cool and calculating, which is one of my favorites. It's that much scarier to see someone torture a person if they're calm about it. The only time Ratigan really seems to not be calm about something is when you call him a rat--and anyone that's seen The Great Mouse Detective will tell you to be sure you don't.

Day Six: Favorite Animal or something.

So I'm really tired and stuff. I wore my contacts for the longest ever today for the first time in like two months. I really don't wanna post this but blah blah blah commitment blah. So here it be.

CRI-KEE.

Me and Cri-kee, we're pretty alike. Both of us do very little talking and let our facial expressions do the conversating for us. And we's both tiny and cute. YAY FOR CRI-KEE. And, 'cause he's lucky, he can sit by ME.

[/lamepost] Gonna go sleep and finish Breakfast Club now.

ALSO I WAS CHARLIE CHAPLIN FOR CELEBRITY DAY TODAY. I'll post a picture later.

Day Five: Favorite Hero

Okay so this is Pixar but Pixar is COMEPLETELY still Disney. Amiright? Sooo...I'm gonna go with...

 

CARL FREDRICKSEN!

This was really, really hard to choose. I wanted to stay away from princes and focus on the guys that aren't royalty, but I couldn't think of anyone! And then I thought Pixar...and Carl is pretty cool. He's old and grumpy, but he still kicks some serious butt. And he's not too bad, once he's convinced that life could still be okay without Ellie. Speaking of Ellie...he flew his house to South America to finally achieve his deceased wife's dream. That's pretty hard to compete with, I think.

This picture makes me think of inifinite elephants. But infinite Carls. (If you don't know what I'm talking about, look it up on youtube.)

Day Four: Favorite Prince

SO YEAH I already gave this one away but WHATEVER

THE BEAST IS...WELL...BEAST.

Lookit that. He's all serious. Grrrrrrrrr, I'ma be serious at you. Gr.

(sorry I'm a little hyper.)

And then, even though he's sometimes serious and gets angry, he's still incredibly sweet. He transforms completely from this spoiled brat of a prince into practically the sweetest sweetie EVERRRRRRRRRRRR and I lubs him.

Lookit how he looks at Belle. He loves her soooo muuuuch. And then he goes and lets her see her dad and...and...awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww he almost DIES and then it's all cute and sad and he's ALIVE and not as pretty as a prince should probably be, btw. (I likes Beast better than Adam. >>;;)

AND HOW CAN YOU NOT LOVE THIS FACE.

Day Three: Favorite Heroine

NOTE: DAY TWO WAS NOT FORGOTTEN. I wrote the post, I tried to post it, but blogger wouldn't let me. Then I forgot to try and post it again later. It's up now.

So, this might be because I watched Lilo & Stitch Saturday night/Sunday morning, but I think my favorite heroine is Lilo.

She's five years old and stands up to aliens. Aliens, man. She focuses on this idea of family and is just adorable. She loves horror monsters and Elvis and taking pictures of fat people and she was late to hula practice because all they had was TUNA!

Oh, and she's that special kind of weird that I love. c:

Day Two: Favorite Princess

So, anyone who really knows me should get this easy. xD

That's right, BELLE. She's smart, reads, she's kind, and pretty. She loves the Beast even though he's a beast...and, y'know, the fact that the Beast is my favorite prince (ooh! spoilers!) doesn't hurt, either. But I swear I'll pick a different movie's characters for the rest. I mean, I love this story and all, but it can't all be Beauty and the Beast all the time, right? Right.

DAY ONE: Favorite Character

GUESS WHO ALMOST FORGOT TO DO THIS. LORD I AM OFF TO A GREAT START.

Okay, so, uh, favorite character, favorite character...ummm...I think I'm gonna go with....augh I can't pick one right now. This is gonna be terrible the entire time, isn't it? Oh, it is. I love how terrible this is going to be. For thirty days. Geez.

Um, anyway. xD I think that, for this moment, I'm gonna go with Quasimodo. 'Cause he is adorable, has pretty awesome songs, and I really, really like his movie. We also have that whole gosh-I'm-socially-awkward thing going on and we both have epic fails when it comes to romance and such.

(HotN 2 does not exist, btw. >> I refuuuuuuuuuuuse it to.)
And this picture is sort of hilarious. These two would get on, I think.

Also, on a side note, uber prayers and good vibes for Tuscaloosa, please. They had a bunch of tornadoes run through their and they're doing terribly. :c

I'm so starting this tomorrow. *nod*

THIRTY DAYS O' DISNEY.

Day #1: Your favorite character
Day #2: Your favorite princess
Day #3: Your favorite heroine
Day #4: Your favorite prince
Day #5: Your favorite hero
Day #6: Your favorite animal
Day #7: Your favorite sidekick
Day #8: Your favorite villain
Day #9: Your favorite original character (Mickey, Minnie, Donald, Goofy, etc.)
Day #10: Your favorite song
Day #11: Your favorite love song
Day #12: Your favorite villain song
Day #13: Your least favorite song
Day #14: Your favorite kiss
Day #15: The first movie you saw
Day #16: Your favorite classic
Day #17: Your least favorite classic
Day #18: Your favorite Pixar film
Day #19: Your least favorite Pixar film
Day #20: Favorite sequel
Day #21: An overrated movie
Day #22: An underrated movie
Day #23: A movie that makes you laugh
Day #24: A movie that makes you cry
Day #25: Your favorite scene from your favorite movie
Day #26: Saddest death
Day #27: Your favorite quote
Day #28: Your favorite Disney animated TV series
Day #29: Your least favorite Disney animated TV series
Day #30: Your favorite live action Disney Film

YUS.

Magical Musical Confession!

I wish I could think of another 'M' word to complete the alliteration, but I'm not really trying to focus on this right nowwww. I want to go find an interesting NatGeo article to keep me occupied at school tomorrow while I wait for my books to come in at the library. (I finished The Underland Chronicles. They were fantastic.) Anyway, magical musical confession!

(Note: I've heard this song before, but I never thought to mess with it. I wasn't all singy-musical then.)

So I heard "Bodies" by Drowning Pool on the radio today and I was trying to think if I sang it. I mean, my voice's way too smooth to do that screamy stuff the guy does and I probably wouldn't want to sound like that in the first place, but it was an interesting idea. How could the song sound different if I were to sing it smoother? I dunno. And I'm not sure I'll get to find out because I am not confident enough in my guitar skillz to master the tab enough to be able to smooth it out while still being able to tell that, hey, this is Bodies. (Lyrics excluded.) I couuuuuuuld probably talk to bestie about it...but I'm afraid he'll laugh at me. .__. Which is bad, if I consider him bestie.

HEY BESTIE. Read this on your own? Well, then would you pretty please think about trying to do Bodies smoother? 'Cause I think it'd be a neat idea. And I'd like to try it. And you're the only guitar player I'll willingly sing around. ;_;

(And Megan says hi.)

You shall drip rubies...

I TOTALLY HAVE A MAYBE SOLO FOR THIS IN BAND. :D It is both exciting and mildly terrifying. I mean, yeah, SOLO MAN. I'm one of the older people in band. Granted, I've only played alto since September, but still! I probably have played clarinet longer than they've played THEIR instruments. :C I should get a solo, yeah?

BUT THEN I HAVE TO PLAY IT IN FRONT OF EVERYONE. O_____O Including some obnoxious kid that I really don't like that could probably play it right this second. Granted, it's not that hard of a solo. It's just got a weird rhythm at one part (weird like dotted quarter notes and such--I know, I'm terrible). I'm just not as musically capable at things as some people. At least not right away. :c But I'll GET IT! I swear!

...yeah that's it. Enjoy good musics? :D

MORE NORTHERN MICHIGAN.

BECAUSE I AM SO BAD AT DOING THIS IN A TIMELY MANNER. D: And for that I apologize. I also apologize to my poor capitals. Sorry, babies. Sometimes I get a little overexcited. *pats*

Anyway. I left off with going to the hotel, right? Well, at the hotel I hung out wiff ma roomies a bit. We had, like, an hour before lights out or something and they were all taking showers. I'm a mornin' shower person, so I just waited until I could have the bathroom for changing and teeth-brushing. Eventually I did get it and I realized something--I didn't have to mentally flaunt my Spider Man toothbrush at them! :D (This was what I was planning on doing if I got stuck with some snooty girls or somethin'.) There was TV watching and a little reading on my part, then time for bed. For some reason the heater kept kicking on--I know it's the UP, but three times in the span of maybe five minutes? Really?--and the other girls kept texting and stuff, lighting parts of the room with their phones. It was really, really warm in the room and I ended up sleeping almost on the covers.

THEN WABAM ALARM GOING OFF IT'S MORNING. I'd set my alarm for 6:50, figuring I could get my showering and stuff done before the other girls, but I was also really. really. really tired, so I didn't get up right away. I thought it'd be okay. Instead, they all start moving, getting dressed, doin' their hurr, and I'm last in the bathroom. What. Fun. But it was okay--they didn't even make fun of my tangly wet white person hair when I came out of the bathroom! :D (There should be commas there somewhere but I don't feel like fixing it...I'm sorry, fellow Grammar/Punctuation Nazis. I have failed you. ._.) There was breakfast of Froot Loops and a danish thingy or something and I read in the breakfast room some more. It made it easier to sit off by myself. Then I went back to the room and read some more because my stuff was already packed up. Sooner than I would've liked, it was time to go, and off to Northern Michigan we went. Before we went there, though, we got to stop by the lake and I got some cool pictures of the mini ice burgs. :3 (Will show later.) At NMU, we got a tour of the art department and then I went off with the Media people because I was more interested in that than business or nursing. After all that we got food at the other NMU cafeteria (more ice creams!) and loaded up on the bus.

First time across the bridge, I was on the left side, so I didn't get to see squat. This time around I made sure I was on the right so I could see if crossing was scarier when you could see over the edge. (It wasn't, or at least not for me.) The head of WMCAT, Ms. Luisa, told us a little about Michigan, like of the red dwarf and stuff (can't remember most of the story, sorry DX). And we watched the Count of Monte Cristo. I liked it and feel like I should read the book now. *nodnod* There was a lot of sitting and doing nothing on the bus, watching Shrek the Third, and reading, and Pokemon-ing...and then we stopped for dinner in Gaylord.

Oh. My. Stars.

We stopped at a place called BJ's Restaurant. People were giggling at the name and I was surprised no one made the connection between "Gaylord" and it--the only jokes that were made were separate. Anywho, I figured a buffet would be easy. Pick out all the stuff I would eat, like I'd done at NMU and the hotel.

BJ's was...special. Here's the website, but it doesn't help give you an idea at all. It's the complete, complete opposite. At first we got off the bus to go right in, but then they had us go around to the back, where their event area was. (It was not, however, like one person described it as: "...like we were black." It's simply easier to send a big group of people to the back if that's where they'll be eating. asedfasdflaskdjfljka people.) Anyway, that back event room? Filled. With. Dead. Animals. I swear, the owner MUST be a taxidermist or something. And it wasn't just deer. There were boars, coyotes, rabbits, a squirrel, and a mountain lion. Staring at us. While we ate. It was so, so creepy.

And...the food. It was a buffet, sort of, like they said it would be. Smaller, but still a buffet. And it was fish. Fish. And more. freaking. fish. That was probably fine for anyone that liked fish. I, however, do not. At all. Fish are friends, not food, etc. (Although it might have something more to do with having fish for pets so often--those tanks get NASTY. ><) I carefully looked over the food, picking out corn, mashed potatoes...I think I found some chicken...and a little roast beef or something. I almost got a lump of white meat I thought might be chicken, but upon closer inspection I saw it was too pale. And thus fish. There were also these little breaded things that looked like they might be chicken, too, but I didn't trust it. What if it was some other type of fish? I didn't want to take away from someone who might actually enjoy it, either, so I just scuttled back to my table, plate full of corn and taters and a skimpy portion of meat. I nomnomed contentedly and listened a little to the conversations around me. Marica and her friend, whose name I forget, talked a little, though it was mostly about the fish and stuff, I think. Then some sort of news gets around....those little breaded things? FROG LEGS. They served frog legs. I was suddenly very, very glad I hadn't taken any. Marica's friend tried one she'd gotten and said it tasted like swamp. I trusted her and left it at that. There was a little more conversation here and there and ice cream was eaten (I think everywhere in the UP has an ice cream machine, honestly). And then, somewhat abruptly, we left. Later I discovered that people had actually been upchucking. We all piled back on the bus, a little queasier than before. It was then decided we would stop at a park and let everyone's stomach settle. And stop at a park we did. With. Swings. I was very, very, very, very, very happy. I hadn't been on swings in forever, mostly because the nearest ones to my house are overgrown and usually bug infested. (Though that fact that I usually don't get home until after four or five doesn't help, either.) There was much enjoyment from the swings, but, alas, we still had a few hours until home. So we got back on the bus once more. There wasn't really much on the way home. We drove and drove and drove and everyone would squeal when some major landmark would show up, signalling our near-arrival back home. Then we got back to WMCAT and my parents pulled in right behind us. I grabbed my backpack and scurried over there, glad to be home. And that's that. The UP was absolutely beautiful and NMU pretty cool--I only feel bad because they don't really have the sort of program I'm looking for. :c Partly because the people were so nice and mostly because their tuition is, like, second cheapest in the state.

And, also, the pretty picture I promised.

Okay, for realz this time.

AUGH I'M SO SORRY. D: I am bad at keeping promises, apparently. I talk a little about Northern Michigan now, yes?

Well, last Thursday I went to Northern Michigan University with WMCAT, the awesome art program people. It was a really. really. really. long drive and the first time I could actually remember going to the UP. Of course, I couldn't fall asleep the when we got on the bus (stupid, stupid uncomfortable seats D:<) and I spent a lot of that time listening to my iPod. And I got a banana muffin and a juice box 'cause WMCAT's so cool. Then it got light enough to read, so I did for a very, very long time. It was a good way to not talk to the Northern Michigan admissions lady that ended up sitting across the aisle from me. But yeah, I basically sat and read and relaxed on my awesome pillow pet. (Thaaaank you, best friend. x3) Then they started with movies. First we were going to watch the baseball movie with the girls...uh...A League of Their Own, I think. But I guess it had too much swearing or something...? Maybe people just didn't want to watch it. Whatever. That got dumped for Tangled (yes! :'D) and so we watched that.

Around eleven-thirtyish we reached the bridge. We stopped at a rest stop to eat our sack lunches (verrry good) and I tried to see if they sold batteries at the rest stop. See, that was the one thing I forgot to bring and my camera was dying intermittently. It would work for a little while, then yell at me for bothering it while it was dead. They didn't seem to sell much of anything, though, and my fwend Marica didn't seem to have any, either. D: But we ate and ate and then we left. The bridge was crossed and I got pictures, the head of WMCAT told us a little about the UP and the bridge. It might've been because I was on a huge bus that kind of dwarfed the vehicles around it, but I didn't think the bridge was that scary. They do, though, have people that will drive your car across the bridge for you if you don't want to. Yay for catering to the scared people's needs?

Then we drove and drove and drove some more. Watched the Blind Side. I didn't pay much attention and got to actually sleep a little. Then we got to Marquette and I got roomed with some people I kind of knew, but didn't really at all. I mean, two of them when to my middle school, but still. All the other girls that went to my school got thrown together, kind of like "Oh, hey! These girls go to the same school! Let's put them together! ...oh, we have one left over. Ummm.....throw her in with them, they've got a spot." with the most timid girl from my school. Meh...but it was okay. They weren't loud and I could sleep.

But anyway, we stayed at the hotel long enough to get things settled and stuff in rooms, and then we left to go to NMU. I stopped by the front desk first, though, to see if they had batteries. They did. So I could have my camera. C:

NMU was nice. The campus is sort of how I imagine Michigan Tech's looks (although I must admit I picture Tech with the fall colors that the papers they send me have on them). I could see going to school there. Or, rather, I could if they had what I wanted to do. (Nenna recently decided that engineering sounds cool, and that she wants to do mechanical engineering.)

We got the tour. We ate dinner in the cafeteria. It was yummy food--I got a steak!--and one of the teachers, Mr. Fred, ate approximately three bowls of the yummy ice cream. I had a chocolate cone and called it good. After dinner, I was thinking we'd go back to the hotel and we could relax. But no. We had to go look at the athletic facility and the Yooper dome (Google it, biggest wooden dome in the US, second in the world). We were supposed to play there, I guess, but everybody was too tired to. And then we went bowling.

I...do not...like...bowling.

...well, no, I'm okay with bowling. What I'm not okay with is having to play when I'm tired and wanna sit there and read. And sucking at it. I'm not okay with that. My group of people (my roommates and my friend, Marica) wasn't very good at it either, but still. It wasn't fun. :c I won the first game with a score of 60 (THAT'S HOW MUCH WE SUCKED) and lost the second game with a score of, like, 34 or something. Luckily, we left soon after that and got to go back to the hotel.

And Imma leave you with that for now 'cause I need to get ready for school.

NORTHERN MICHIIIGAAAAAAAAAAAAAN.

...lol, you thought I was gonna actually post tonight, didn't you? No way, I's tired.

Exciting excitement tomorrow. Unless I forget. Just letting you know I didn't get blown off the bridge! ...of course, the only one of you that doesn't have me on Facebook probably doesn't know what bridge I'm talking about! (Mackinac, btw.)

Fishie! ^_^

I don't really know what to post, but I'ma show you Fishie!

'S my favorite picture I've taken with my camera. I'm not very good with it and it's not exactly...amazing...so most pictures don't turn out very well. But I took this in January when the Christmas tree was still up (that's where the lights are) and I just like how it looks. Yeah. c:

But I'ma going to Northern Michigan tomorrow with WMCAT. I'm excited, ignoring all the worries with knowing few people. I'm gonna be in the upper peninsula for the first time that I'll actually remember! c: Yeah, I've been to Indiana, Arkansas for about ten minutes, Kentucky, Tennessee, Florida, Alabama, Mississippi, Ohio...but I cannot remember being in the northern part of my own state. I feel like I did something wrong there. But whatevs. Tomorrow, this will change!

New wrinkle! [WARNING: EMOTIONALRAMBLE CONTENT]

I learneded something new about me. Or at least I think I learneded something new--maybe I'm misinterpreting it. Probably not, though. I'm just over-analyzing my self-analyzing.

Anyway. I seem to stay up a lot later when I'm on break than during school because I want to enjoy as much of my break as I possibly can. It's why I kick myself for sleeping in so much during break, too. I want the break to last for forever. I don't want to have to deal with school anymore. I've got a WMCAT field trip tomorrow to see the bean bag factory. Thursday I'm going with WMCAT to Northern Michigan University for two days. Then Saturday and Sunday and it's SCHOOL TIME AGAIN!

...I really don't want to go back. I don't want to go on the WMCAT field trip because I'm going to spend most of it watching people that don't like me and ignore me and it's going to make me feel crappy. My only joy in that is someone I recently had a spat with won't be on it (you may not know I'm talking about you...but, then again, you probably do). I'm exhausted but I don't want to go to bed and I feel like crap and crying and I already did and I suck at Russian. I can't get my stupid project thing done and I'm gonna fail the exam and there will be a huge, glaring E on my transcript and my GPA will be ruined and it's all this stupid, stupid thing's fault but not really because I didn't take it seriously. I hate Russian. So. So. Much.

But I still wanna see Russia some day.

And I'm not very good at guitar, either. But that's probably a practicing thing.

Speaking of practicing--guess what?! I HAVEN'T TOUCHED MY ALTO ONCE. I need to practice for the jazz thing and my small group ensemble because I'm missing days to go to the bean bag thing for WMCAT and I can't practice that well with my group because I don't know the music that well and it's not hard but I JUST CAN'T GET IT. I APPARENTLY SUCK AS A MUSICIAN AND AS A PERSON. YAY ME.

See, stupidfacecomplainatron? This is all emotion, all the time. I don't know why you took anything I said seriously. But you are a stupidfacecomplainatron, just so you know. That's a fact.

CHEATER(S)!!!!!

You have been found out, you little rascal(s)! I know what you've been doing!

I found out that I've had two views from searching someone searching "run don't walk jenna blogspot" and one from searching "jenna loserface blogspot run don't walk." Whoever has been doing this is CHEATING! If you're gonna try and find me, log onto your blogger. Check my facebook. Remember honorary emu--it's not that hard to do! But to google my name and blogspot? Totally cheating! Geez, guys!

....and it's WALK DON'T RUN, not run don't walk. Geez. Gettitright.

WRITER'S VOMIT.

I'm writing some. It's complete craptacular stuff. Gonna have all that cliche crud that if you've roleplayed ever, you know about: Sitting in a tree, reading a book, being all anti-social and crud. Girl finds Boy and they falls in love. Blah blah blah. Very boring. But probably good in the long run. It'll get me writing or something.

HEY GUISE. You wanna let me know if an alien Sleeping Beauty peaks your interest or just sounds stupid? I mean, I'll probably keep writing the story anyway (what writing?! all you've done is character designs!), but I'd still like a little feedback. x3 Thass it.

OH BUT NO. Somebody wanna look for the last time I used a name when talking about someone poorly? Somebody sorta brought it up and I was wondering about it. I don't think I've mentioned any names badly lately...but, then again, I didn't even think about the post that was brought up when somebody tried to point it out. I dunno. I gotta work on my memory issues. But seriously, if somebody did that, I think it'd be awesome. Thanks in advance for whoever gets bored enough! :D

Mew. I'ma play more Pokemons now. Toodles.

I AM NOT GOOD AT POSTING ON SCHEDULE.

This is why I don't have one. But it's still March, so the thirty days totally applies! Yeah!

*shifty eyes*

Anywho. Day 29 was, like, a picture of me or something, right? Well here I be:

Ain't I cute? And look, my hair's still sorta reddish orange whatever. It doesn't look it much in real life, though, which is sorta sad. Pictures are nicer to it.

And...uh...I don't really know what to write otherwise. I guess I could rant about girls and their utter boringness if they prefer to hang out with other girls over guys...'cause, y'know, guys are just more interesting to listen to, aren't they? They're geeky and stuff. And girls who would rather hang around guys are usually like that, too, which makes everything better.

Yup. But I don't feel like ranting today. Maybe I'll do that tomorrow.

OH. But I ended up thinking about my last football game with band next year, and, well...I'm pretty sure I'm gonna cry.

Day 28: A dream is a wish your heart makes~

Do I wish at 11:11? What do I wish for?

Well, first of all, OF COURSE I wish at 11:11. I'm a teenage girl who grew up on Disney. My mind is full of fantasies of princes coming to save me or being a beast in disguise and I READ! Magic is everywhere in both books and Disney, so how am I not supposed to believe in 11:11 even just a tiny bit?

(That sentence there probably made no sense. But class is almost over and I need to get lunch. ((Yes, my lunch hour is, like, 10:30 to 11. It sucks.)))

What do I wish for? YOU CAN'T TELL PEOPLE WHAT YOU WISH FOR! That negates the wish! Duh! Geez.

Yesterday was supposed to be my handwriting and I don't wanna upload it. So I might do it, eventually, but not any time soon. Sorry.

Day 26: Warm 'n fuzzy, warm 'n fuzzy...

...things that make me warm and fuzzy.

Puppies.

Hugs.

Blankets.

Compliments, especially when I really, really need them.

Good books.

Good, semi-romantic books.

Sweet boys.

Disney.

Romantic comedies that have been done right.

Babies.

A happy song.

Writing.

My best friends.

And that's all I can think of right now.

Day 25: I think this one should be obvious.

Especially after my "celebrity" crushes.

Ahem.

Long story short, would I rather date someone plain with an awesome personality than a beautimus, boring person?

Yes. Yes, I would.

What fun is being with someone pretty if they don't stimulate your brain? It'd just...be so boring! I get bored around friends who don't always say something that makes me think. How on earth could I date someone like that? Aiiiiiiiigh....

It's sort of funny that this was a topic because I'm reading the Uglies series right now by Scott Westerfeld. Well, I'm not reading it right this second, I guess--waiting on the library. Again. -__- This is why I buy books, y'know? Then you have them when you waaaaant theeeeeem. (If you haven't read/heard of the series, it's about this world where instead of getting your license at sixteen, you get to be pretty. And, as the cover says, "in a world of extreme beauty, anyone normal is ugly." Good book. I'd suggest reading it if you have the time and gumption.)

Oh! And speaking of Mr. Westerfeld, he's written four series and a bunch of other books! I am sooo jealous of him it's ridiculous. ._. I need to finish editing my novella. So I can publish it or somethin'. ..yeah.

SPEAKING OF PUBLISHING. My English teacher thinks I should publish The Wolf. :3 I don't know if anyone but Kate has read it, but she thinks it's really good. And we should do something about it. But I don't know what to do about it...so I think I'm going to ask her about it on Monday. Yeah.

Day 23+24: I am NOT forgetting to do this!

I am just busier than I usually am for some reason and don't have time to write anything until it's, like, ten o'clock. Not kidding. I went and watched this ADORABLE baby for my dad's co-worker yesterday. He is just. so. freaking. cute. Last time I saw him, he was about three months old. Now he's about six months and his eyes are so big! And pretty! And aaaaaah!

(Before I forget to say something about it, here's my letter. It's ages old, but whatev.)

And apparently babysitting rates have gone up a lot. I babysat a couple of kids for another co-worker of my dad's for five bucks an hour. I thought that was pushing it a little, but okay because there were two of them, you know? And then they want to pay me eight dollars. Mind. Blown. Also, I get to babysit him again on Saturday! But he's gonna be asleep the entire time because it's from 10 to 2. Yes. 10pm to 2am. I don't know what they're going to be doing, either. (Either probably isn't needed because I'm sure my small readership can come up with what they could be doing much better than I ever could. Because I'm bad at those things.)

Anyway, uh, things that cross my mind a lot?

Getting a freaking job. And living in one of the worst states for finding one period, let alone being SEVENTEEN and trying to.

School. So much school. Keeping my A's, getting stuff done, where I'll be after I graduate. I have no idea what I want to do anymore, either. I started being a part of this design team for the BIGGEST BEAN BAG CHAIR EVA that's going to be in Artprize (Google it) this year and it's fun, getting an idea from someone and building on it. We haven't actually gotten anything to work with yet (that's for next week, apparently), but still. My brain is coming up with a few ideas, the favorite being a mossy, vine-covered boulder that will LOOK like it's uber scary, then when you touch it it's like SQUIIIIIIIIIIIIIISH. And I also like math and science and writing and doodling and singing and playin' saxophone and oi! Too. Much. I like too much.

Drama. Or at least I am a lot lately. One of my friends had a falling out with another. She just stopped talking to her completely, then wrote a blogpost about why. And how much more mature she is than the one that was ignored and...and...it's frustrating. Especially because we had this same issue last year. Why high school so terrible like dat?

....not gonna lie: Love. Love love love love love! I'm seventeen, but I want it. I blame Disney. I blame my books. I blame everyone I know that's in a fantastic relationship. Augh augh augh.

That kid represented by Kevin Levin I mentioned awhile ago. Oi. oi. oi.

And that's about it. I'm watching Death Becomes Her now. I like this movie, but it's one of those things that you have to be careful who you watch it around because otherwise they'll be like "LOL SHE FAT." Or at least that's how my classmates would act. *nod* Night.

EDIT: Would you be interested in reading a story about an outer space Sleeping Beauty? Where Beauty is an alien-human hybrid that has been kept frozen due to being a failure and then is reawakened by some human kid that ends up in the spaceship somehow? And takes her to Earth to get her away from the crazy controlling aliens? Because Face Off's last challenge was to pick a fairy tale and some twist to go with it and once everyone had picked apart the choices, outer space and Sleeping Beauty was all that was left! And I was astonished because I thought that could be really, really cool! What with aliens being all super-technology and probably being able to freeze people and such. It seemed like a fantastic idea to me, but no one wanted it. :c

Day 22: Really? Really?

What I wore today? Why should I share that with you guys? It's even more boring than what I usually post. I mean, if I'd done my St. Patty's Day stuff, maybe. Maybe! But today was a "oh guh why am I awake" days, so I just wore a boring, gray long sleeve shirt and old jeans. It was very comfy and I almost fell asleep in first hour.

But maybe I can share what I wanna do next year with you guys instead. It's clothes related, so it's at least sort of the same. Right? Right.

So, I like to dress up oddly. It's one of the reasons I love St. Patrick's Day; you can dress up in ALL green and they don't even have to necessarily match. Everybody still likes you and you get compliments. I'm pretty good at dressing up oddly to get compliments. Maybe it's because I forget I'm wearing something weird and act normal. It's happened with my pink hair before. (That is actually REALLY easy to do. "Why is everyone looking at me weird?!!?!? ...oh...riiiiight...)

Anyway, the plan next year is to come up with a little costume of sorts every month. It was originally once a week, but...that's a lot of costumes. This way, I only have to come up with nine. (September through May--no June 'cause I'll be graduating!) They won't be all out things like my Elphaba costume (can you imagine going through the day like that?!), but they'll be a little crazy. So far, though, I've got only a couple of ideas. -___-;; Dapper gentleman and a Cheshire kitty. Most of my stuff will probably come either from some closet here at home, thrift stores, or the local costume store. It will be as cheap as possible and (hopefully) I'll have a job to get the stuff myself. But to help me out, if you have any ideas...please share? I've still got quite a bit of time, admittedly, but I want to get it squared away now so I can start hunting stuff down. (I think I might make March's a leperachaun for obvious reasons...St. Patty's Day is on a SATURDAY, for Pete's sake!) This custom may or may not carry on into college. I don't know yet. I'll also post my pictures of costumes here, though, so you loyal followers can see me in all my weird glory, too. :3

Oh. And I never posted me in my green, did I? o__O Oops. Guess I'll do that now:



Please note that I may look odd in proportions or something because of the tutu-pettycoat-whatever it is. I do have a waist and hips and all that. I just a) had my shirt tucked in b) was wearing an adorable tutu and c) my pants are were they're supposed to be. This is actually after Hello, Dolly!, when I toned down the crazy a little bit...although all I really did was lose the tutu and wear capris instead of shorts.

Also: I feel a little better about my 26. Other smart people got 17s.

Day 21 has been changed.

Instead of turn-ons and turn-offs (something that would have been weird to talk about anyway), I'm gonna just say one thing.

I got a 26 on the ACT.

Everyone was expecting me to get over 30.

...

It has not been a fun night.

Day 20: IIIII WANNA ROCK AND ROLL ALL NIIIGHT...

Concerts, huh? Honestly, I've been to one real concert. Yes, one. It was the Winter Jam thing they do at the Van Andel that only cost five dollars. It was my first concert and it was fun. I don't know if I wanna go this year, though--not only are there NO bands I recognize, the price doubled! :< Ten dollars isn't that much for a concert, I know...but stiiiiiiiill. Five dollars was sooo muuuch niiiiicerrrrr....

I was in a couple of rock band concerts my school did, though. Alright, it was less my school and more just my band teacher, but it was fun. I sang Brick By Boring Brick by Paramore the first time and Emergency and That's What You Get the second time around (both also by Paramore).


(For those of you that know Paramore, no, I did not look like this. And it wasn't just because I had shorter hair and I wear much lamer clothes.)

Those kind of count, don't they? I think they should. Those were SO much fun. I got to pretend I was a famous little singer for a little bit there.

It was amazing the first time, though. I've talked about it before, y'know, like a year ago when it actually happened. We finished the song and I just kind of stepped back...all I could hear was the audience yelling, all I could see were the bright lights...and I tried to run off stage. Then somebody, once a friend and now not so much, caught me in a hug. It was amazing and terrifying and I still really, really want to do it again. It wasn't quite that way the second time. I messed the songs up a lot because I was actually trying to move--it didn't work very well that way. The fact that we had weird mic stands probably didn't help. :|

But yeah, those were my concerts. They were fun. And...I need to try and sleep because I did the sleep-in-on-Saturday-wake-up-early-on-Sunday thing backwards. Niiiight.