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.
Monday, March 28, 2011
Saturday, March 26, 2011
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.
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.
Friday, March 25, 2011
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.
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.
Thursday, March 24, 2011
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
(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
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
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.
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.
Monday, March 21, 2011
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.
I got a 26 on the ACT.
Everyone was expecting me to get over 30.
...
It has not been a fun night.
Sunday, March 20, 2011
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.
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).
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.
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