Over the Counter and Through the Woods

I wish that someone could make a cold medicine that could cure the common cold and wouldn't make me act like a crazy person. Let's face it, it's December and there have got to be lots of sick people out there. You just know when you see that person with the distant look in their eyes, walking slowly with a tissue in hand. They get a cough drop or hand sanitizer from their pocket and you avoid them like...well, the plague.

But soon it will all be over and we can walk the streets without fearing the wrath of the sneezing stranger.

(2, 4, 34, 65, 80, 84)

Marshmallows Make Me Melt

My instincts tell me that you are all awesome, but before we officially begin this mission I need you to prove it.
Most likely you will be able to conquer this challenge with flying colors! Make your marshmallows spell, "I love you." Maybe, you'd like to show your loved one this wonderful creation, which is fine with me, but I also need you to send a picture to coleyeverafter@yahoo.com.
Mmmm, delicious.

Most people think I'm strange but that's okay. Mostly I think other people are strange. Might it be that we are all strange?

that is where your mission begins

i can't tell you where the mission will lead you. i can't let you know how long it will take you to get there. i wont tell you what you'll have to do to complete this mission. not yet anyway. just remember to keep an eye out and check back often. the clues will be in my words...

Welcome to My Secret Fort

In a couple of hours I have to go to work. In the morning I'll have to go to school. Next year, I'll be going to college.

I think all of those things in the future are good reasons for me to take a nap in my secret fort that I built this morning and probably isn't all that secret because if my neighbors look through my window they can clearly see it. I'll take a nap in my secret fort though and I'll pretend that I'm somewhere else for just a little while. I'll forget about school and money and all those things called responsibilities and just relax.

I highly encourage you to join me.

If I Fall, I'll Laugh And Insist I Didn't

They've been telling me for years that I have to be the best to succeed. Then they glare at me with judgmental eyes as I doubt every word they say.

Oh, success! Will you ever be mine?

They say that you wont.
They say that I've wasted my life away.
They say I'm too wild and crazy.
They say I need to care more.
They say I need a plan.
They say what I've heard a million times.

They feed me poison-filled lies so that I'll be feared into doing what they say.
For a while I fell for them.....

But not anymore.

I see now that everything I want to be is a failure in their eyes. Still, I'll come back and haunt them with my happiness. I'll baffle their tiny minds with everything I do. I'll amaze the world and they'll do nothing but watch and claim that it's all because they helped me along the way.

But I'll remember.

And if I never come back to baffle their minds, or haunt them with happiness or amaze the world, then I'll still remember and I'll try every single day for the rest of my life to prove them wrong.

Oops, I Did It Again

Stupid title. Now for the rest of this blog, I am going to have Britney Spears stuck in my head. Hopefully you do too, because that would make me feel better.

So, being the kind of girl who had had pathetic crushes on guys that I never had a chance with, I vowed to give any guy who had feelings for me a chance. Unfortunately I've had to break that vow, because apparently I am not that desperate for a prom date.

I guess I've just moved on from that point in my life where I believed that any guy could be my Prince Charming in disguise. Now, I realize that some guys really are just jerks or losers. In fact, a lot of them are! And out of the guys who aren't, most of them are just not going to be right for me. And out of the guys who I actually get along with and think are cool, only one will be that Prince Charming in disguise. The chances are slim and my standards are high.

My chances of finding a date to prom are even slimmer. I think I may be the only girl in school who actually doesn't really care. Cheers for me!

Now, it's back to NaNoWriMo-ing for me. It's what all the cool kids do.

ROAD TRIP!!!!

I am going on a road trip, in which I will actually be driving. This has never happened before.



Sure, I've been on those torturous vacations where the whole family piles into the car and we have to sit with all our suitcases and pillows and snacks and ipods and whatever else can fit in the car, uncomfortably for HOURS!!!



But this will be much different. For one, I am going with my dad only. That means we will have plenty of room to put all of our snacks without them getting in the way. There will be room in that car during those long boring hours.



Secondly, obviously this is not a family vacation. It is a college road trip. I think the words "college road trip" imply that I am in fact old enough to drive. So, on this road trip, instead of staring out the windows for hours and hours, I will actually have the opportunity to drive.



Unfortunately it is a long road trip, but it will be fun. Our more fun at least.



I still need to pack, but I have a little time. Well that's a lie, but I can lie to myself. There are some important things that I would like to say.



First of all, I got a haircut. That is usually not very exciting news, but this is the kind of haircut that's exciting news. This is the kind of haircut where your friends see you and don't recognize you at first. This is the kind of haircut that takes you from being that weird girl who plays with Play-Doh at school, to that hot girl who looks like a movie star (My journalism teacher said Gwennyth Paltrow. I forget who my English teacher said.) I love my hair!

(This is probably not the best picture of me ever, but you can definitely tell how different I look with my haircut)

So that was a major change. It's can be strange to go from the weird nerdy girl to the hot nerdy girl, but looks can be deceiving. I am still weird and usually pretty cold. (That was sort of lamely funny...)

In fact, I am so cold that I bought long underwear, knee high angora socks and a sweater. Mostly because of this road trip. Our destination has a lovely chance of SNOW tomorrow. Never in my life have I lived somewhere that it snows. My purchasing of a winter coat has always been somewhat of a hassle, because I only really need it one day a year...maybe. But now I am going somewhere that it could snow in November...and I have no idea where that old coat is....yikes.

On a totally random note, today my computer decided to have some issues. For a few hours I thought that all the hard work that I'd put into NaNoWriMo would be lost because of a computer virus I managed to catch somehow. Now, it's gone I guess and I have my document saved to a USB drive just in case. I really should get working on that....

I still need to pack though. We're planning on leaving in a couple of hours and I have a lot of stuff to pack. Like every single electronic device I've ever owned and all it's chargers and such. Well, not really, but it feels like it. I should also take my math homework....and that other assignment for the college....and maybe a book....and some movies...Oh and I should buy some music for the road. Oh darn! I am running out of time!!!!

It's time to hit the road, Jack!

Work and Play

So, I keep realizing similarities in my feelings towards working and the feelings I had for soccer during the few months a couple years ago that I actually played soccer.

First of all, for some strange reason both of them make my knee hurt. Working as a cashier and playing soccer don't really require the same physical actions, so I have no idea why this could be but it is. Soccer does take the win though on this down side, because while soccer made me tired and sore, it also made me feel good. Working just makes me really tired and really sore.

Also, there's the whole, "I-have-no-idea-what-I'm-supposed-to-be-doing-but-I'm-supposed-to-be-doing-something-so-I-will" thing. You know when you're thrown into a situation and no one has fully explained anything, but they expect you to do it anyways and hopefully get it right. Yeah, soccer and work are kind of tied with that. You think it may be important when playing a sport to actually know the rules. Likewise, it may be important when serving hungry customers, to know how to serve hungry customers.

In the end, I can't tell if I really love work, or if I really just hated soccer. It's so hard to tell really.

Oh, Computer

Currently, I'm having issues with my computer hating me. I tried to open Word and it wouldn't open. I tried opening it again and it opened but had issues when I tried to open my document. The third time it opened my document, but when I clicked on it to start typing it immediately crashed. Hopefully, the fourth times the charm.

In other news, I'm an evil genius. I have a couple of elaborate and hilarious plans that I'm very excited about. One involves an expensive haircut and a wig though, so I don't know if that will work out well. The other involves going to the midnight premiere of the new Twilight movie. I can't reveal any details because that would ruin my plans, but they will be awesome!

On the not so awesome side, a person dressed as a drop of blood at school to promote our blood drive walked up behind me and started dancing. I was terrified.

Words!

22 pages. 10,087 words. It was officially the longest thing I've ever written probably about 15 pages ago. I feel incredibly accomplished. Thank you, NaNoWriMo, for giving me a challenge, that is challenging, yet fun and goal that I might actually be able to achieve.

In addition to my amazing writing skills, I worked tonight and right about the time where I usually feel miserably tired and like an evil dinosaur that wants to rip every one's head off and just go home and go to sleep, well instead I felt alright. Thank you, time change!!!!

More importantly I met an old man today who told me some very important information. The longest word is "smiles" because there's a mile between the two "s"s. Thank you, old man!

And now it's off to sleep, because I just want to have strange dreams. Like the one about my friends' baby sister and me being covered in glass that I had last night. So. Freaking. Weird!!!

One Of The Best

So, let's just take a moment to consider how awesome I am.

Who else is awesome enough to have a sparkly non-functioning microphone that they can use to lip sync along with songs both great and embarrassingly bad? That's right. There's no hair brush singing for me! I have a glittery microphone.

Also, how many people do you know who actually appreciate being called crazy. I mean, I'm strange. I'm unusual. I say things that don't even make sense to myself. So, call me crazy! It's just like saying that I'm being myself.

I've currently written 7,490 words for NaNoWriMo. I'm so going to get to 50,000!!!

Tonight I'm watching Sailor Moon. Tomorrow, I'm reading Aristotle.

I'm seriously considering going to the midnight premiere of the new Twilight movie for the soul purpose of annoying Twilight fans by rooting not for "Team Edward" or "Team Jacob" but for a really lame character that no one likes. That's just the kind sort of person I am.

Today, my friends and I were talking about scholarships at lunch. One friend said to the other, "You know you're sister can get a scholarship for being left handed." The other friend said, "I didn't know that." Both the first friend and I thought that she meant she didn't know her sister was left handed. I pointed out how ridiculous it was that we assumed that the left handed scholarship was common knowledge.

Also, today, before my sister got home from school I taped a sign to the back of her closet which reads "Narnia is down for maintenance at this time. Please try again later. Sorry for the inconvenience. -Aslan."

Do I really need to go on? I surely could, but it may seem a little self-centered. (That's an understatement. It's a form of satire. Yay, English!)

I'm so awesome.

Lots of Things To Do

I have a lot of things to do this month but all of them are very exciting. Okay, that's a lie, but there is still a lot of fun things going on this month.

First of all I'm participating in NaNoWriMo. Basically, I'm attempting to write a 50,000 word novel by the end of this month. So, far I'm off to a good start. Currently I have 5, 657 words. I don't exactly expect to continue writing at such a quick rate, but still I'm doing good.

Second, I'm going on a college visit this month on the 15th through 17th. It will also be a short road trip and break from school, so that will be awesome. I'm very excited for it.

On the 14th, there is a work call for my school's musical. I'm very excited to finally start working on it!

This month, I also plan on finishing the first half of the math class I'm taking at home.

Also, I'll be looking for lots of scholarships so I can go to the colleges I want to go to.

There's so much more, but basically, every second that I'm not doing something school or work related, I will be writing or sleeping.

It's going to be a long month.

Steal My Ketchup?

I was standing bored at the counter of the fast food restaurant I work out. Absentmindedly I tapped a pen against the counter, waiting for a customer to come in and order something. I didn't have a problem with working on Halloween night, but I didn't want to waste it standing around doing nothing.

Suddenly the door that leads to the patio swung open and immediately I was intrigued. First of all, no one ever uses that door, especially now that it's Fall and starting to get cold. But what really caught my eye was the fact that the group of fellow students at my school seemed to be rushed...and were carrying a large pumpkin. They neglected the counter and went straight for the ketchup dispensers. I looked at them curiously wondering what to do. Should I tell my manager that they were stealing ketchup and ruin their plan or whatever they were doing? Should I join them? Should I ask them if they need anything?

I recognized one of the guys as being in one of my classes but I couldn't remember which. One of the girls looked familiar too, but I wasn't sure who she was. One of the guys I didn't recognize came to the counter and asked if he could have some forks and knives. He had snake bite piercings which I really don't like, but cool hair, so I reluctantly grabbed a handful of forks and knives and handed it to him.

"Thanks, we're on a really intense scavenger hunt," He explained without me asking.

"Oh," I replied, still confused.

The guy I recognized joined the guy with the snake bites at the counter.

"Hello," I said, "You're in one of my classes."

"I am," He said, then paused.

The group started to leave.

"English!" he shouted as he turned to go.

"Yeah, English." I said to myself. I watched them go out the door, wondering what they were planning to do with all the ketchup and forks and knives. I couldn't exactly decide what to think of it. For a minute I thought to myself about the whole event, being the only one who seemed to notice anything had happened, and finally came up with my feelings about it.

"I so wish I were on that scavenger hunt." I said to myself. It's probably the most sure I've ever been about anything.

But alas, I had to work. I seriously considered for a minute running out and joining them, but they were long gone and I needed the money. So, no I will spend a nice night making s'mores with my friend and then writing a lot. Yay, life.

I'm an Ashamed Muggle

After a disappointing s'more supply run, I realized that perhaps the fact that I was also not dressed as a wizard disappointed someone.

I consider this a major issue! It's Halloween! I'm a nerd! I want to see a wizard! But what about all those other nerds out there? I'm sure they want to see wizards too. Since I am not dressed up as a wizard their disappointment is partly my fault.

I guess we all go out into the world hoping that someone entertains us or makes us smile. We put all that responsibility on someone else, but why not give ourselves that responsibility? Is there any reason why I shouldn't be the one to dress up as a wizard as I go to the store for my s'mores supplies?

Well, I don't have a wizard costume, so that's a problem, but other than that, there is no reason at all. Instead of expecting to be entertained by others, people should take the responsibility and have some fun being the one to entertain.

I bet it would be fun. All those people looking at you funny. The questions about Hogwarts.

If it weren't for the fact that I have to work tonight I would spend the rest of the day making sure that I made people's days. That's what Halloween should be about- making people smile at how ridiculous you look.

Jack-O-Lantern

Today, I saw Octomom and Kate plus 8 in the same building. A strange hot dog randomly touched my shoulder at lunch today. I saw Lady Ga Ga wave her disco stick. Teletubbies skipped down the hallway. Pirates swung their swords. And I wore glow in the dark clip on earrings.

Just an ordinary day.

Except for not. I'm ridiculously excited for Halloween! I mean CANDY!!!! And better yet, costumes. With all the crazy people in the media this year there are sure to be plenty more creative costumes.

The fact that I work Halloween night is a minor set back, but I will still have fun!!!! There will be candy! There will be costumes! There will be ridiculous and stupid scary stories!!! It will be Halloween!

Warm and Cozy

Is it a bit ridiculous that I'm 17 years old, a year away from going off to college and my mom still makes me hot cocoa at 10:00p.m. which immediately makes me sleepy beyond belief? 10:00pm!!!

Obviously, this is proof that I will not be partying in college. I mean, sure, I like adventure and fun. But, me partying? I've never heard anything more insane. Well, that's a lie, but I have crazy friends, so in the realm of normal people I've never heard anything so crazy.

Sometimes I wonder what will happen next year. What will I be doing? Where will I be? What clothes will I be wearing? How often will I talk to my best friends? What will be going on at home when I'm gone? Will my dog miss me? All very important questions.

Of course first of all, where will I be? I could be in another state! I might even be in another country! Then the "where" gets a little more detailed with "Where will I be living?" I could have a dorm with a roommate or a single dorm, I might still live at home.

Where I am, will have a lot of influence on what I will be doing. Mostly I'll be learning but that's probably as vague as you could get with an answer. Perhaps I'll spend most of my time studying or maybe I'll be going out with new friends and sight seeing around town.

Speaking of friends, how well will I keep in touch with my current friends? Will we call every day? Every week? Every month? Will we send each other care packages? Probably not. Will I miss them like crazy? Probably.

And what about my house? What will be going on at home? I bet my brother will still be living here and of course my sister will. I wonder if my dog will still sit in front of my door even though I wont be here. It will definitely be less fun without me. I don't mean to brag but I'm definitely the fun and happiness in the family. Everyone else likes to keep to themselves so much. I bet no one in the house will go to sleep before 1:00am.

I don't know why this question got to be last, but maybe it's the most perplexing. What will I be wearing? I mean, it's greatly influenced by where I am of course. Also, I'll finally have a chance to not have to worry about my sister stealing my clothes and no worries about a dress code either. That leaves a lot of freedom to my clothing options. Of course being a college student, I'll want to dress casual and comfy, but cute and nice at the same time. I want to give people a good impression without too much effort or money. I honestly think that this question is the most complicated out of all of them. Really!

I know that a lot of things are going to change though. I'm going to have to find someone else to make me cocoa. After all, I'll be 18 years old! It would be ridiculous for me to make my own hot cocoa!

Turkey Sandwich VS. Chocolate Ice Cream

What if one day it rained and instead of everyone running across the parking lot with their umbrellas and raincoats and rain boots, we all just danced and splashed in the puddles and completely didn't care that we were getting soaking wet. Wouldn't life be so much better because of that one moment of not caring?

I think that a lot can be said about doing what you want. You might say that it's not always the best thing. You might say that it's selfish. But I say, it's a good idea.

It's like that whole rule about only eat what you want. That rule totally works. If you eat what you really truly want to eat and only that then you will most likely be relatively healthy. Like all those times where I really want jalapenos stuffed with chicken and cheese or a delicious turkey sandwich, but because those are too hard to get I have chocolate ice cream instead because it's the next best thing.

Jumping into a totally random analogy, that's kind of like what everything in life is like. Sure, I really want to help those starving children in those foreign countries, but that requires effort, so I do the next best thing which is write about them in a blog. Yeah, it makes me a terrible person, but so does eating chocolate ice cream because we all know I want a turkey sandwich!

So, basically, I feel like people who aren't completely morally corrupt will pretty much always want to do the right thing, but sometimes the thing they want to do isn't so easy so they choose the next choice. Unfortunately the next choice isn't always a good choice.

So, do what you want! Don't settle for chocolate ice cream when you know you want that super tasty turkey sandwich!

Dinner On the Ship

Imagine this! You knock on the door of your new friend's house. You've never been over before and tonight you're having dinner with their family and friends. When the door swings open you wonder if you should run far away screaming and crying, but only for a split second. You're friend is standing in the doorway wearing a complete pirate costume- sword, boots, raggedy dirty clothes. They greet you with an "Arghh!" And you notice that behind them a middle- aged man and a small boy are having a sword fight and are also dressed as pirates. A girl runs down the stairs with a compass in one hand and a tattered old map in the other. Is it heaven or a mental institute? Perhaps it is both.

Wouldn't life be so much more interesting if people actually choose to live like this. If say every Friday, my family decided to dress up as pirates and then proceed to have a full out pirate war/ treasure hunt, wouldn't we be like a million times more awesome?

Everyone should be just a little crazy. Everyone should have insane amounts of fun! If people judge them or call them weird then it's just half the fun.

Selfish, but Smart

Today, I was sitting in class thinking about how much I hate work. I worried that I was a lazy person and that I had a poor sense of responsibility. I don't want to work now. I don't want to work when I'm in college. Even when I've graduated everything that I can imagine myself doing, isn't really working.

To my relief, I realized that my problem was not laziness or responsibility. My problem is that there is so much for me to explore and learn and working takes away so much of the precious time that I could be discovering new things. It makes plenty of sense and it's a great reason not to work. I'm young and I should be learning everything I can about the world. Of course, saying that I don't want to work because I want more time to read and explore and try new things, might sound a little selfish to some.

In a way it is. After all, I'm asking for some one else to support my education and hobbies and interests while I enjoy them and don't even have a job. It sounds ridiculous to me! I can't even imagine how the person having to pay for it would feel.

Think, though, about how important learning is. I need the chance to try and make movies with my friends. I need days where I take off on a road trip to explore the city. I need time to read about things in far off places. I need to learn! I love to learn! Learning and trying and discovering all these great, interesting things is the only thing that I know that I love to do.

Having a job holds me back. I understand that there is much to learn from having a job though. I can't really say that I've learned any great new skills or corrected old bad habits because of having a job. I've always been the type of person who's on time, I've always been good with customers and following directions. In fact, I think the only benefit I've had from having a job is learning to balance my time more. Well, I guess the money is a benefit too, but barely. I think I made more when I was a babysitter.

Anyways, I think every teenager should have the experience of having a job, but maybe they should just have a summer job or two. Anything else just keeps them from learning. To be honest I'm not working that much lately. The awesome part about having a part time job is that sometimes they only schedule you for three hours some weeks. Can you detect my sarcasm? I need the money, but I don't need the job. Well, this week I'm actually taking time to do other things. Unfortunately it's midterm week and I started the week off with the flu, so I haven't really done anything all that fun.

Education is important though and everyone knows that, so why are people who want to concentrate on learning instead of working viewed as selfish and irresponsible? I just want to learn. Right now, that is my responsibility, not work.

Thought Process

While sitting in my room watching Shane Dawson's latest video I thought, I really hate my job.
I guess it's not abnormal for me to be thinking that because I work at a fast food restaurant and I'm a teenager. I don't think that I could love it.

Anyways, my though immediately following that thought was, I want to watch Sailor Moon.

Yes, people with brains. I'm afraid that my mind might seem a little random. But is it really? After all, I thought about a problem, then I thought of a temporary solution. If watching episodes of Sailor Moon on the Internet is the only way I can make it through the day, then what's stopping me from doing so.

It's not uncommon for me to be thinking about sea turtles and decide that I need a sandwich. Or to be singing a song that's stuck in my head and suddenly remember that I have homework. It's all just how my thought process works.

So process that!

WIN!

So today, I no longer have a fever, but because of school policy I can't go to school today, because I've had a fever in the past 24 hours. I really don't mind going to school every day and sitting through my Art, Journalism and English classes. It's not that bad, but today I'm thrilled to have a day with no responsibilities. Except, I do need to take a shower and do my laundry...

Currently, an epic battle is going on between my sister and I. This is not unusual. What is unusual is the fact that we are not really arguing over some thing that makes us angry, we are trying to come up with more Harry Potter themed insults than the other. I love my life.

So, after I follow through with the plan that will lead me to victory, I will then finish editing the Worst Halloween Movie Ever Made. Ever. Not even kidding. It really sucks. Somehow I don't even care though, because my life is so much better after spending three days on the Internet.

With responsibility, people aspire to be so much more. They want to be doctors and politicians. They want to be great! Without responsibility people aspire to be so much less. They want to be witty and charming and fun. I can't tell which one is the better choice.

And now a farewell to my flu.

Dear Flu,
It's been good and bad- mostly bad-, but we've had some good times. Like, remember on Friday when I got to stay home from school. Of course you cost me a well- paying babysitting job, but I let it go. Nothing gained, nothing lost, I guess. Anyways, I can't say that I'm sad to see you go, but I am glad that you came into my life. You showed me so many things about life that I never knew before. Like how good it feels to throw up at 4:00 in the morning and the joys of spending HOURS on the Internet.
Farewell (but not too well),
Coley

Title Goes Here

Today, I made a sign for my closet that is hidden behind my clothes. It makes references to Narnia, Buffy and Twilight (The last is not a good reference). It was the highlight of my day. Am I a sad, sad, lonely person? No. Am I a pathetic nerd? Yes. Yes indeed.

But that is what the Internet is all about. If there is no place that a nerd can not be loved and adored like they should, they will always know that the Internet is their home. Some believe that these nerds who spend "too much" time on their computers do not live good happy lives. I know that the truth is that the nerds are living much more fulfilled lives. The nerds who spend time on the Internet are only gaining ideas of awesome things that they can do that will make them a million times better than non-nerds. After spending almost three days on the Internet because of the flu, I have gained an immense amount of wit and sarcastic humor. And what good would the world be without these nerds and their amusing wit that they share and spread throughout the world?

That's right! No good at all! Just like knock off Converse the world would have no reason to exist. So thank the nerds who spend their time on the Internet and the people who climb to the back of every closet looking for Narnia. They make life amusing.

!!!!!!!!

I've come to the realization that for some reason the flu makes me use lots of exclamation points. I don't know why. Maybe I'm just more excitable when I'm sick.

Mind Yor Manners!

I can not think properly due to an awful combination of medications, so what better time to write a blog?

You know what I was thinking about today? Well, first I was thinking, "I wish I could just throw up already." Then I did, and I thought, "Wow, I feel better." Then there were a couple hours where I was kind of awake, but kind of asleep. Then I ate some rice. Then I watched part of a movie where two guys ripped their shirts off and I almost texted my friend about it but then I was too tired to. Then I saw something about Nicholas Cage!

I once saw Nicholas Cage while I was in New Orleans. I didn't really care. Not that I don't like him, it's just I have nothing interesting to say to him and I'm sure he feels the same way about me. I also once stood right next to Scarlett Johanson or someone else like that, but I didn't notice or really care when my dad told me. Celebrities are just people, that have way too much of their personal lives broadcast to the public. It's kind of cool, but mostly annoying. After all, no one likes it when that annoying girl in Chemistry class comes in crying about her boyfriend and wont stop talking about it for a few hours, so why do we really care about the plastic-surgeoned girl on the cover of People?

Well anyways, I thought about Nicholas Cage and other famous people I've seen when I remembered that I once saw a bright pink sports car. Of course I took a picture of it, but the person in the car did not seem to appreciate my picture taking. Well, I figured they were someone famous, but I didn't really care. After all, their car was probably much more interesting than them. Still, isn't it strange that someone would buy a bright pink sports car and then not appreciate pictures being taken of them? Things like that are just asking for attention. People shouldn't be surprised when they actually get it.

Flu You!

I don't really feel like writing a blog today because, 1) I probably have the flu, according to my doctor and 2) I am taking medicine because of my probably having the flu that has made me feel better in some ways and worse in others.

So, why am I sick so often? Well, I didn't know. I wash my hands and use hand sanitizer after I sneeze. I try to stay away from people who could be sick. I don't have a particularly healthy diet but I try to eat well. So why all the sick?

Well, I have a vitamin deficiency which apparently weakens my immune system, so my chances of getting sick are a lot higher than most people's. And when I do get sick, my illness can be make me feel even worse because I've had mono and apparently it can make your glands enlarge and exhaust you. So yay!

Well, I'm going to sleep now, because my "probably flu" is making me feel really sleepy. Goodnight!

Scary Things

My family's annual Halloween Party is just over a week away! I, of course, am completely unprepared.

I still don't have my costume. I will have to get that Sunday probably because I don't know of any other day that I can.

I have just barely started working on the editing for the movie we made. By the way, I'd have to say the filming for that went well, for a lack of words to describe any of the things that actually happened....

Oh and I am so not prepared for the tons of candy to be consumed while watching lame horror movies with my friends.

So, while the zombies and vampires and werewolves and creatures are all getting ready to emerge at the end of this month, the thing that I fear the most is not having enough time to get everything done. I mean, come on! I have midterms this month! Isn't that enough to worry about?

My Brain Loves You!

Learning is important. I think that statement is nearly indisputable. Even among my fellow classmates, the idea that learning is important is a universal one. After all what could we do without learning? Is it even possible to live without learning?

While learning is important, I think the way you learn things and the things that you learn vary greatly from person to person. One person may read a well-written book about physics and know just as much or more as a person who spent a year taking a class. So while everyone can agree that learning is important (I say everyone because in the case of this blog, people who don't think learning is important are considered too stupid to be considered a living being), I think, very few can agree on how or what we learn.

Take, for example, the many college graduates that I know in my life who have a career that barely relates to their major, if it even relates at all. They spent years getting that major and now they aren't even doing something relating to it. For this reason, I must assume that it doesn't so much matter what you learn, but that you learn at all. I guess in some cases, learning something specific to do a specific skill is important, like studying medicine to become a doctor. Still, I think for a majority of people, it doesn't so much matter what they learned but to know that they spent a good amount of their time learning.

But what exactly is it that they learned that's so important? Is it the skills of a hard-working person they earned? Did they learn to be charming and polite? What did they learn that makes them so much better than everyone else?

I know that at the end of this year when I earn my high school diploma, it wont mean that I'm any smarter than someone who didn't earn their diploma. It wont mean that I learned valuable life lessons by going to a school full of a variety of people. It wont mean anything at all, except that I lived up to some other person's standards of education. Sure, I learned but that diploma is not the most important result of that learning. I don't need their pretty piece of paper or praise. I'm grateful for all of my wonderful teachers but learning is something that anyone can do on their own and they should never have to live up to any other person's expectation of an education.

There are so many different kinds of educations. Sure the straight-A student at my school could easily get into Harvard, but how would they do wandering around the streets of L.A.? The girl who's read every book she's heard of, could probably catch any literary reference in any of the media, but could she conquer basic math? I think people get so caught up in educating themselves one way that they fail to see all the other things they could learn.

So many people are always working for that diploma, but do they fail to learn about the world or people or life?

Sometimes...

Sometimes I wish we lived in a world where you feared that zombies might be lurking around the corner.

Sometimes I wish that teenage girls really did find out that they were destined to be a princess.

Sometimes I wish that a superhero had to come to the rescue of some potential victim on a daily basis.

But then I think. All those zombies would probably smell pretty bad and I don't know about you, but I don't like my brains being eaten. I mean I know that school is slowly frying my brain in a boiling pit of stupid, but I'll still have a brain once high school is over. With zombies roaming the planet, I would be dead.

And then if all these teenage girls found out they were princesses of a foreign country or a distant universe then it would kind of take the fun out of being a princess. The reason girls want to be a princess in the first place is because it makes them unique and "better" in some ways. If lots of girls were princesses then nobody would want to be one anymore. The trend would so be over.

And superheroes rescuing people would be super cool, but our town already has a lack of crime and a surplus of wannabe heroes. Any superheroes around here would probably be bored out of their minds. So bored in fact that they would have to turn to a life of crime and evil. No good can come out of a superhero in the suburbs.

So, I think you can guess that sometimes I make wishes that aren't so great. Never any of those stupid "Be Careful What You Wish For"- story wishes, like "I wish you'd never been born!", but more like, "I wish that pigs could fly."

In order to prepare for the next time that I'm able to make a legitimate wish I will now compose a list of non-stupid wishes.

• I wish that my room was always clean and good-smelling.
• I wish my hair always looked beautiful
• I wish that I had a photographic memory
• I wish I were super athletic without having to work out
• I wish I had 30 pairs of Converse, and a huge closet of nice clothes
• I wish I never have to think about money

See the way I think about it, selfish wishes are the way to go. I mean sure, the "I wish all the abandoned kittens in the world had homes" wish sounds really nice, but how would that work out? Would I then wind up with a billion homeless kittens at my door. Then again you can't be too selfish. Like wishing to be a super rich billionaire and then not even considering donating some of that money to charity is kind of a really rude thing to do.

So be a little bit selfish. After all it's your wish! If someone just comes up to you and hands you free ice cream and they obviously aren't a creeper that's trying to drug you then you eat the ice cream. You don't walk around for hours trying to find someone more deserving of that ice cream than you. The ice cream will get all melty and gross and no one will want it then anyways!

So keep your wish and eat it too! And make sure to wish for something that isn't stupid, like zombies, even though they are kind of cool in movies and stuff....

Before I Sleep

Tomorrow is the big day. The SAT.

I think for most high school students the very name of this test can cause a sense of dread and fear. Most study for months and have terrible night mares about their impending doom. I guess you could even say that for some high school students it is the worst three hours of their life.

I took a far less dramatic (and probably less effective) approach to the whole situation. First of all, I procrastinated in actually taking the test. This was not entirely intentional. I planned on taking the last test of the school year, but when I went online to register, my mother and I realized that I could not take the SAT that day. It was the day of my brother's graduation and my grandparents were coming into town. To say the least, that plan epically failed.

Unfortunately my next chance to take this frequently dreaded test is tomorrow. So, I am waking up at 6:00 to take a test on a Saturday. It will be heaps of fun!

Anyways, back to how I prepared for the SAT. Instead of taking classes, hiring and expensive tutor, or tutoring myself, I decided to be a good student. I mean, if I've paid attention in my classes and tried my best then I should do well. So, what I'm trying to say is that I didn't study at all. When I say that I feel like there are thousands of piercing glares piercing through me. But really, why should anyone besides me care? It's my grade and the only way it could possibly effect you is if we are competing to go to the same college, in which case you should probably be happy, because this should give you the upper hand.

So the night before this test, I have prepared very little in the sense of any studying. I bought a tripod for my video camera, watched an episode of Sailor Moon and an episode of Bones, then went to see Pride and Prejudice at my school where I got to see some friends. Just before writing this blog I did look up some helpful tips on the writing portion.

I feel I've prepared well. I'm calm, well rested and honestly don't feel as if my life depends on making a good score on this test. The only thing I dread is waking up so early and taking a test on a Saturday!!!! It's so WRONG!

This is What I Mean by Failure

Uh, so remember how I'm trying to do this thing where I post a blog every day this month.....???

Well, I'm failing at it.

I did post a blog yesterday but I forgot to add some important things. I've completely missed two days though.

Anyways, I just wanted to post this Halloween Party Update!!!

Halloween Party Update:
We officially have full cast of people. Kind of...I think we have an issue with the ghost. But everyone else is cast and ready to film at my house on Sunday. I'm going to get a tripod tonight for my camera so filming will be easier. On Saturday, I'm taking a quick trip to Thrift World to get a couple shirts for the guys and a crazy outfit or two for the girls. I also need some really cheap ghost costumes for a bunch of children. I think white trash bags would work, with holes to breathe, but I'm sort of against encouraging children to put plastic bags over their heads. Another thought was pillow cases, but I don't know where to get them cheap. Besides that we're pretty much prepared. I just need to get the house clean and a few other things. I still haven't decided what I'm actually going to be for Halloween, but I have time, right?

Here's another very important update!!!!

My Search for Colleges:
I actually found a college that I'm interested in!!!! This is a major accomplishment and I can't wait to check it out. It led me to a bunch of other colleges I might be interested in too, but I haven't had a chance to check them out yet.

Besides all of this I have a paper due in English tomorrow. My progress on that assignment? Well, I haven't even started. All is well though. I can write quickly right?

It Reeks of Spoilage

When I saw the shiny black Jaguar parked next to me in the parking lot, I immediately looked down at the key in my hand. It would be so easy to slide the key against it's new black paint. It would be so simple. I wouldn't even miss a step. I wish I could, but I don't. I imagine the spoiled barely sixteen year old sitting in class, bored out of their mind and texting on their iPhone.

Not worth it.

I'm above that right? I mean, I'm not above causing that kid huge amounts of embarrassment and jealousy and hatred towards me, but I'm above such simple and immature acts of rage. No, I think things out. I'm creative. I don't just go around calling all the vapid whores "vapid whore". That would be too easy. If I'm going to get revenge, it's got to be good.

The shiny Jaguar stays in tact. As does the pretty sky blue Mustang convertible and the cute Mercedes. Plus it's not like a have a problem with everyone with a nice car. Most of them are just a little bit spoiled and today, the spoilage reeks worse than ever.

Most of the time I wouldn't be too mad if you called me jealous. Of course I'm jealous. I want a shiny new car, I want a mom and dad who will give me money to see all the movies I want because I have all the time in the world because I don't have a job. I want all the pretty clothes and shoes I could imagine. I would love to get a $70 haircut every month at a place where they know your name and your favorite thing to order at Starbucks. I think everyone wants that at least a little bit.

Today though, you cannot call me jealous. One look at them and I know that I never want to be a thing like them. Their luxuries are nice, but if I have to become one of them to have those luxuries then I'll just stick to what I have.

The high school cafeteria. A friend and I had just calculated approximately how many hours we'd spent in that very cafeteria (Over 200, if you're curious), when our other friend suggested we leave and walk around for a bit. We got up and as I was throwing out my trash I heard it.

"Did you just hear that?!" I asked both of my friends completely appalled. Of course they'd heard it. We all had. That was the point.

"Thank you for leaving." It sounds almost kind if you aren't really paying attention, but when it slips from the slimy mouth of the sinister freshmen who sit next to our table at lunch, it says all the things you never want to hear. It sounds just as evil as it's meant to sound.

"I think we should go back over there, call them (insert bad name here) and beat them up." One of my friends suggests. After all we are seniors and we should put them in their place.

But no, we're above that. And they are above us. That much is obvious. Finding a way to bring them down to our level is a more difficult thing to figure out.

Here's the truth that you never wanted to hear. The jocks and the cheerleaders sometimes are the successful CEO or movie stars or whatever. Being a good, kind-hearted person is not always enough. The Homecoming Queen will forever and always be just so and you will forever and always be the kid who never stood up for them self, if you don't stand up for yourself.

Still, I think a little more thought should be put into the take down of the higher ranking spoilage. You can't just act out on rage or try to think of some clever come back. It doesn't work. Yeah, life isn't like the movies. No, instead you have to think of a way to bring those brats down, without getting suspended and without furthering any chance of embarrassment.

In this case, it should be rather easy, since none of us particularly care what the spoilage has to say. It's not even insulting, it's more just enraging that some snotty little freshmen think they can rule the school. In this case, we just have to show them that we in fact are the queens and they are just the insignificant little drones that will have to survive four more years of torture.

So, if I feel like keying an expensive car that belongs to a spoiled sixteen year old, you can't really blame me.

My Head and the Clouds

I kind of forgot to write a blog yesterday, continuing my habit of forgetting things I'm supposed to do like making a video last week and then making a video every day this week for forgetting to do so last week.

I could think of an excuse, but let's be honest. It's not just me being lazy or too busy. It's not because I didn't want to. Truly, I just forgot. Forgetting will be my best talent pretty soon if I keep up this pattern. And why am I so forgetful?

Well remembering all the things you have to do is kind of hard when you've got your head in the clouds. Really, I've been daydreaming. Maybe it's a side effect of not sleeping enough, or maybe I'm just bored of my life and all it's troubles. In any case, if I get a chance to stare off into space for more than a second I'm pretty much unreachable by the rest of the world.

This does not please people. My manager, my teachers, my friends. They've all encountered me with distant look on my face. They try to get my attention but it's no use, I've blocked them out. Well, then they yell really loud and I come back to reality, which is never very pleasant.

Wouldn't it be nice to daydream all day? Or better yet, if life were so fabulous you never wanted to miss a minute of it, even to daydream?

Well, I better go catch up on all those other things I've been forgetting to do lately.

Quick Halloween Update:
Not a lot has happened. We're filming over the weekend and it will be a lot of fun. I keep going back and forth on my costume though. Go- Go Girl or Hannah Montana? It's a tough choice.

Superheroes

So after watching five episodes of one of my favorite shows from childhood, Sailor Moon, I was prepared to watch about 15 more. After all, I have nothing better to do tonight, except for sleeping. Still it's early and a Sailor Moon mega marathon sounded like fun.

Until I realized I'm trying to do this thing where I blog every day this month. The Sailor Moon marathon has been put on hold.

That doesn't mean that everything Sailor Moon related has to be put on hold though. Seriously, when I was little, I was obsessed. I had pajamas with Sailor Moon on them and I knew all the words to the theme song. I think I wanted to be Sailor Moon. She was my superhero. After watching these episodes today though I kind of feel like she lacks superpowers.

I mean really. Every time she's fighting an evil person from Negaverse, Tuxedo Mask has to come and save her. There was one time where Tuxedo Mask didn't show up, but Sailor Mercury was discovered and saved the day. I'm not saying that there aren't times when even a superhero needs help, but a superhero who spends more time being saved than saving, seriously needs to reconsider their job title.

I've moved on to more super superheroes now. But a superhero doesn't need spandex, to be a hero. Sometimes all they need is the fashion sense of Buffy and a wooden stake. Yeah, Buffy the Vampire Slayer is my new superhero. In a world where girls swoon over a moody and idiotic vampire and root for the girl who sits around a mopes like a cry baby, it's nice to see a girl who can love a vampire and also save the day. Plus Angel isn't as creepy or overprotective as Edward is. Buffy can fight and save the world. In fact she's done it multiple times. Sure she has her moments where you wish she'd just stop whining and get over it, but most of the time she is just plain awesome. Who needs spandex when you could be Buffy?

But Sailor Moon is kind of amazing still. I love that stupid theme song and all the crazy anime stuff. It's great and fun and makes my brain kind of melt in a really good way that every one's brain should every once and a while. Plus who says I can't have my old superhero and my new superhero too? The more the merrier!

I almost forgot!!!
Halloween Party Update:
We've finished the script!!!! Kinda.... We decided that it would be best if the movie were sort of improvised. So we wrote an outline and what we need to happen in each of the scenes. It's actually sort of hilarious already. Once everyone comes together and adds their characters craziness to it, it will be great. We're filming the whole thing this weekend which is also when I take the SAT, but we have a long weekend so we'll have plenty of time to work on it. I'm really excited. We had some great ideas today and when it's all finished I think everyone will enjoy it.

Think For Yourself

Last night, my friends and I watched a movie called Jesus Camp. It's been a pretty popular movie to talk about, but none of us had watched it. Since we talk about religion and things like that a lot we thought it might be a good idea to finally see it.

After the movie ended we all three sat on the couch at my friends house silently. We were speechless. Where to begin?

None of the beliefs of the people in the film were that appalling to me. Honestly every religion or belief system in the universe has some sort of ridiculous sounding characteristics. Every religion just thinks that their insane sounding beliefs are true and everyone else's is just wrong. Everyone thinks their religion is right. I think that in a way everyone is right. The only wrong is thinking you're the only one who's right.

Anyways, my problem is not with the religion at all. My only problem is with the idea that people control children. to a point where they can't make their own choices. People control children and mold them to be little clones of themselves. That is not an adult's role in a child's life at all.

A good role model would be an adult who shows a child every side of an issue or equation. They would show a child that there are many different views and then give the child the facts and let the child make their decision from there. A good role model would never tell a child that there is only one right choice.

Parents, teachers, and role models should keep children safe, but they do not need to shelter them too much. Some children know very little, like they've been kept in a bomb shelter. Others are intelligent and educated, like they've been kept in a shark cage. A shark cage is the amount of sheltering that a kid needs. It keeps them away from danger but they can still see and experience it. Kids need to know about dangers and bad things and good things. They need to learn, not be kept locked up in a tower until they've been fed whatever information their parents want them to be fed.

Kids can make choices. They aren't always good choices and they do need guidance when making choices, but they can make choices. Everyone can make choices.

If you watch only one news source, you will be limited by the fact that you are only hearing one biased side of the story. News is supposed to be unbiased, but as it's run by people, it tends to be slightly biased. In order to form your own opinion on things you need to look at many different sources and determine what part of the things you hear are truth. Then you come up with an opinion based on those facts. Parents are going to have biased opinions that they share with their children, but they should encourage their children to hear other's opinions too.

No one should ever be limited to the opinion of another person. People should interact with people who completely disagree with their beliefs. And a person's beliefs can not be justified by them saying that they believe it because that's "how they were raised." People need to think for themselves.

Halloween Party Update:
Before watching Jesus Camp, my friends and I managed to have a very productive brainstorming session for our script. In short it is going to be hilarious....hopefully. There will be guys ripping off their own shirts, lurking ghosts made by a person wearing a sheet, and random mysterious voodoo dolls. Today I also found out how to play Quidditch. I'm thinking it sounds like a lot of fun and it might be good for the party but I don't know yet.

A Nerd's Life For Me!

I was stuck between the decision to look at my art work hung on the wall as if I were paying attention or look away like I couldn't care less. Nobody knew that it was my drawing and I wanted it to stay that way. To be honest I was kind of proud of the drawing. It was of a hammer and nails on black paper drawn with a white pencil. The hammer and nail were surrounded with a background of color. It was cool and interesting, similar to every one's drawings because we'd all had the same assignment, and to be honest showed more skill than some of my classmates. I didn't really have a problem with the drawing at all minus one section that has a close up view of the tip of the hammer. I was afraid that some immature guy would think it looked inappropriate. Still even that section was well done.

No the problem I was currently facing was the fact that our teacher had decided to read the comments we wrote about our own drawings out loud. She still didn't reveal our names, but I feared what I said. I couldn't even remember what I wrote. It was rushed and I hadn't put much thought into it. I'm aware that on occasion crazy phrases of insanity escape my mind and make it into the real world causing me humiliation that I will never live down. That is what I feared.

I went for the semi-attention approached. I glanced indifferently at my art work, but simultaneously fiddled with my pen as if I were bored out of my mind. Apparently this approach was best because no one paid any attention to me. Then my teacher read my comments out loud and to my astonishment, I was not humiliated.

In fact, my comments were so utterly normal that they were perhaps the least memorable in the class. To make things even better, my teacher seemed to think they were pretty smart comments. I smiled in my head as she moved on to the next person's comments and I kept my "I don't really care" attitude.

Thus is the life of a nerd. Sure sometimes I crave the spotlight. But reading my stupid poem in front of my English class is not something I desire to do. Ever. Unless it's really good, but even then I don't really want to. Once I got a 98 on an English paper and my teacher wanted me to read it aloud because she thought it was so well written. I on the other hand wanted to shred it to bits and crawl into a corner where no one would notice me. It's not that I'm ashamed of being smart or talented. It's just no one wants to be the boring person who takes to long to read their boring paper. No one wants to have the murderous eyes of the classmates boring into their heads trying to communicate, "Stop talking now so we can go to lunch or you die!!!!"

And no one wants to sound crazy... most of the time.

Halloween Party Update:
Today, a couple friends and I are going to start working on the script of a Ghost Hunter's style comedy video. It's not really a spoof of the show, though it does parody some stereotypical people. I can't really share any more details because I don't know that many. I do know that the character that I will be playing in the video flirts with some wimpy guy that will be played by one of my friends. My friend's boyfriend's character flirts with me in the video. Most awkward love triangle ever!!! Of course the main purpose of this video is to entertain people at the Halloween party, but our second intention is to create very awkward situations between the people involved in the video. I think we're doing a good job so far and we haven't even started.

Something New

So it's the first day of October and I've decided that is reason enough to try something new. A lot of people do things like No Shave November and other things like making a video every day for a month and such. I don't usually write a blog every day but October is as good a time as ever to try it.

October is a busy month in my house. Every year, our family hosts a huge Halloween party. All of our neighbors come and my mom's friends and their families, plus my friends and my sister's friends and maybe even a couple of my brother's friends. The entire month is about inviting people, deciding which scary movies we'll have to watch, figuring out who will bring what food, getting costumes together. It is no small event.

Costumes are my favorite part. Dressing up is basically one of my favorite hobbies. Each year I help make costumes for our school's winter musical, so Halloween is basically the beginning of all my costuming madness. This year I'm going to be Hannah Montana.

It's not that I particularly like Hannah Montana/ Miley Cyrus, but I don't dislike her either. Mostly it's because there are no Halloween costumes for sale that are even remotely appropriate and there are tons of small children and adults at the party so I needed something non- slutty. Also Hannah Montana basically wears all the ridiculous clothes that I'd like to wear but don't, at once. It's the perfect fit for me this year.

I'll be sure to update about the party frequently. This year is sort of a bigger deal than most (Details coming soon!). Hopefully this blog every day thing works out well. Keep your fingers crossed!

Losing My Cool

Well, I'm a dork. It's no secret really and I'm never ashamed to say it. Nerd, loser, geek- whatever. It's no insult to me. But even I don't freak out when I see a celebrity. I stay cool and indifferent.

After all a celebrity is just a person and to be perfectly honest every time I have seen a celebrity they were trying to be the least interesting they could be. They don't want to draw attention to themselves when out in public. Instead I'm usually drawn to look at the crazy man screaming at a wall, or someone pretending to be a statue. Sometimes it's even the nobody playing guitar with the case open up in front of them for tips. Those are the interesting people. I'd rather pay attention to them.

Upon seeing celebrities I usually care very little. Sometimes I wonder what they are doing and who all the people with them are. Then when I see my friends I tell them, because the coolest part about seeing a celebrity are the bragging rights. But really I have no interest in them. I like their music and movies, but as a person they aren't that intriguing.

There have been a couple of times where I've done things involving celebrities that were less than cool, but it wasn't so much the crazy fan girl in me as the crazy adventure. Well, except in the case of Pete Wentz who I was so close to touching after he crowd surfed at a concert once. The other case was Gabe from Cobra Starship. My friend and I spent a whole night trying to meet him, but not because I really wanted to meet him. Mostly because I thought it would be fun, like Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist or something.

Then of course there's the most recent incident.....

This incident can't exactly be put in the category of celebrity encounter because the person I was meeting was not a celebrity in the way most people think of celebrity. Okay, maybe he's not a celebrity at all. He is very popular on YouTube though. So in my world that means he's a celebrity.

I can't exactly explain how easy it is to lose your cool. One second you're standing in line to buy a t shirt at a concert. The next second, you're panicking over the talented musician that your classmates have never even heard of. And of course you awkwardly smile and then you don't know what you're going to say and when you should say something and then realize that you shouldn't stare so you look at the t shirts instead but that's boring so you look around the room awkwardly and then pay for your shirt and stand there stupidly in front of one of the coolest people you've ever had a chance to see in person and then OH MY GOSH! It's Greg Holden.

Then someone says something. Of course you don't really know who because you're too busy being a creepy fan girl. Then a picture in taken. A shoe is signed. You shake his hand. There is smiling. You still have no idea what is going on. Then you leave.

I can't believe I lost my cool. Sure, he's one of the people that I've most wanted to meet from the Internet, but really? I can be cool in front of Nicholas Cage! If I can't be cool while meeting Greg Holden I shudder to think about meeting anyone else off of my list of people I'd most like to meet. I mean what if one day I get a chance to meet John Green!?

And now is the point where I again realize that I am a nerd. I do nerdy things, like acting really uncool when I meet people. It's in my nature. I am no longer ashamed. I know that I'll probably just do something even more embarrassing today.

Homecoming!?

Bells clank and feet stomp like a herd of feral cows is storming through the school hallway. The swishing of ribbons, the cackling of preteen girls, the voice in my head screaming "RIDICULOUS!" are all so overpowering and the day has just begun.

To be honest the rest of the week wasn't much better. The amateur attempts to impersonate various celebrities and icons from the 80s was slightly enraging to someone who spends hours trying to make sure that the costumes we make for the school musical annually are historically accurate. Of course I have never researched the 80s fashion in depth but I'm sure the brand new clothes that my fellow classmates bought from their favorite stores are not accurate. I'm sure that none of them did any more research than looking up Cyndi Lauper on Google. Still I'm not one to judge I guess because I didn't even attempt to dress up for any of our Homecoming spirit days.

Okay so maybe I'm just not one for school spirit. I mean sure I go to the football games and cheer like a maniac when we get a touchdown, but dressing up like idiots just doesn't make sense to me. Still any person with half a brain could see that today is the stupidest day of all school spirit history.

The ribbons adorned on the shirts of the girls at my school look like they are about to swallow the girls whole. Girls clumsily trip over their cow bells and feather boas as they attempt and fail to get up the stairs. The smaller masses of ribbons and festive-ness are safety pinned to shirts or jackets and weigh so much that I fear it may rip their clothing. The larger ones are worn around the neck with a giant ribbon or boa. They are called mums and they are even more ridiculous than they sound.

To make a mum you start with a large fake white flower. When mums were originally made people used real flowers but they wilted quickly so now people use fake flowers. The flower is hot glued to some cardboard backing. Then a small white teddy bear (or in some cases the school's mascot) are hot glued to the flower. Then at the bottom of the flower tons of ribbons, boas, cowbells, and ornaments are arranged in a sort of organized chaos. Sometimes flashing lights and battery packs are added to create fun effects. They take hours to make and they don't come cheap.

Typically the small, generic mums that you can pick up at any grocery store or florist are about $80- $100. There aren't many of those because who would want something generic when you can have a custom made mum? Those can be around $300. It begs the question: Can they think of nothing else to spend their money on? Because really if they're at that much of a loss I have some ideas- like a weekend vacation maybe. Even the thrifty mum wearers who decide to make their own can't avoid the cost. You're still looking at around $60, if you're lucky.

Girls aren't the only ones who get to suffer this insanity. The boys get to wear some stupid looking sparkly ribbons and teddy bears too. At least they're smaller and worn around the arm. They call them garters but they're really just mini mums. Some wonder why any guy would agree to wear something so stupid looking and the answer is because they want their ridiculous girlfriends to be happy. Garters are typically around $50- $100.

Couples are expected to wear matching mums and garters. Boyfriends buy their girlfriends mums and vice versa. I don't really understand why a girl would want a stupid mass a ribbons. Why not ask for some really ridiculously expensive necklace or something. At least they can wear it again then. Or if they really felt selfless they could just donate the money to hungry children.

I don't expect that much of them honestly. Honestly if I had $300 to waste I probably would be selfish too, but my wasting of money would be much less wasteful I guess. Like maybe it would go towards a new computer or just to money I can spend to go see movies. Or better yet my freaking TRIP TO EUROPE!!!

At least the clanking will be over with by tomorrow. Then it will be the day of the dance where people spend way too much money on hummer limos to take them out to eat at overly priced restaurants that they don't even like that much. It's okay though. I'll get over my classmates' frivolous use of money. They can do whatever makes them happy.

As for me, I'm going to the game and I'll cheer like a maniac when we get a touchdown and cry when we lose or cry when we win. Because that is what homecoming is all about.

The Equation for Life

The lives of my classmates are predictable and have been predictable from the start. It's not their fault that their lives are so utterly boring that they must watch shows like The Hills and Degrassi with over exaggerated drama just to get a taste of what something abnormal would be like. Unfortunately those shows aren't exactly unpredictable either, so really they are just shows about a bunch of boring predictable people that other boring predictable people watch.

So where does all this predictability come from. Well it starts at an early age. A baby is born into a picture perfect family with the pictures to prove it. Their dad is a hard working business man and their mom is a PTA/ soccer mom who mostly stays at home or goes to book club. When the baby gets older the parents encourage it to play some sort of sport. If they happen to be a little girl they're more likely to do dancing.

As they get older the kid will be expected to get good, but not perfect grades in school. They will be expected to spend time with their friends and play all the newest coolest video games. They'll continue to partake in various hobbies and activities, perhaps playing more sports or learning an instrument. As they reach middle school they will be strongly encouraged to do well in all their activities and schoolwork. They'll where Abercrombie and Hollister and drink Starbucks regardless of how their taste buds feel about it.

High School will be more or less the same. They'll be very involved in their activities now. There will be lots of after school clubs and meetings. They will be expected to be smart and beautiful and talented. They'll also have a nice car. Probably not brand new but only a couple of years old, with leather seats and good air conditioning. They'll talk about getting out of their stupid town and going to their dream college.

Then they'll go to college at the end of high school. They'll have fun and make friends. They'll show up to class in sweats unless they're trying to impress someone. They'll live off Ramen and pizza. It will be fun and then they'll graduate.

They'll get a good job and work a couple of years. Soon they'll meet the love of their life and get married. They'll honeymoon in Hawaii or Cancun. Then they'll buy a sweet little house in the suburbs and the story will start over.

This is their equation. Parents and teachers feed it to us like we have no other choice. This- they say- is the idea of a perfect life. This- they say- is what you need to do if you want to be happy. Be unique. Live your life how you want to live it.....but follow this general idea.

Well so what! I'm a senior in high school and I don't know what college I want to go to yet. Does that really make me that big of a screw up? Will it really hurt me to spend more time thinking about what I really want to do? Can it be that bad trying to figure out the option that will make me happy?

I can't live by their formula because life isn't predictable. I don't know what college I want to go to because I haven't figured out what I really love doing. I couldn't have predicted that I wouldn't have figured it out yet. And after I go to whatever college I wind up going to I might not get a job. It was hard enough for me to get a job as a cashier at a fast food restaurant now, I can't imagine how hard it will be for me to get a real job. My life isn't predictable. I don't know where I'll be a year from now. I don't even know where I'll be next week.

Maybe the equation works for my classmates. After all they've fit right into it their whole lives. But for me it wont work. Not unless I just settle on some options that wont make me happy just so I can be on the same page as the rest of them. It's not like I can't pull up a page of colleges right now, look at the list and say that I'm going to one of them. I could do that in a second. Right now though I need to figure out what I want to do with my life. If that puts me off track then that's just too bad.

I wont say that I'll only do what makes me happy because that's an unrealistic belief. Instead I'll say that I'll always work for what makes me happy. To me that's what's important.

Cold Medicine

I believe I am sick since I have a stupidly stuffy nose and a neat dizzy feeling whenever I do anything that isn't sitting completely still. Still I am not a doctor so I could be wrong. Anyways because I believe I am sick I decided to take some cold medicine. This seems like a good idea if you are anyone but me.

But since I am me, it is a rather bad idea. As my friends will tell you, me taking cold medicine can result in me acting like a lunatic. While taking cold medicine I have crazy dreams and think they are real, I write blogs about the rights of chocolate covered gummy bears, I forget what I'm doing almost every other minute. It's not a pretty sight, but I am sick and taking cold medicine is a risk I am willing to take.

As my luck would have it, I have to work today. Sure, I could call in sick, but I really need the money so that's not an option. Instead I will try to resist the urge to sneeze and sniffle for three hours. It wont be easy, but I think I can manage it. After all my job pretty much consists of pressing the right buttons on the cash register and cleaning tables.

On the bright side I think I might say tomorrow is going to be a sick day, which would give me plenty of time to waste on the Internet. Maybe I'll get so bored that I'll actually do something productive like my homework or researching colleges. Or maybe I'll just watch That 70's Show.

Strangely enough I actually think I'm really attractive when I'm sick. I mean if you can get over the mucus-y nose, then I look pretty good. Though I also think I'm pretty funny when I'm sick and I don't think that's true so maybe not. It's the cold medicine talking.

Rain, Rain, Please, Please Stay!

When the sky in gray and the ground is soggy, you can hear the soft tip tap against your window and the weekend is finally here, you know it's going to be a good day. Rain is pretty amazing. There are puddles and clouds and all sorts of things to do. I love the rain!

Well, except, driving isn't all that fun. And stepping in those puddles when you're wearing jeans and sneakers can be kind of uncomfortable. And really, there isn't that much to do in the rain unless you have a rain buddy.

Yes, a rain buddy! Everyone on the planet needs a rain buddy. They are absolutely, unexceptionally required for a fun rainy day. So get a rain buddy already!

Once you have a rain buddy the possibilities are endless. Dancing, walking, splashing in puddles, trying to see who gets completely soaked faster. A rain buddy and a little rain could provide hours of endless fun. Then when you are completely soaked to the core, you and your rain buddy can change in to some nice dry clothes and watch some movies.

And at the end of the day when your rain buddy goes home and you're tired from watching all those fun movies, you can curl up in bed with an awesome book and listen to the rain.

I love rain!

Secret Rooms! Hidden Treasure!

I love adventure. That sentence summarizes everything I want to say in this blog so well that I could stop now and you would know everything that I want you to know, but that doesn't quite work for me or for you really. You want to be entertained and strangely enough so do I.

I want to go to some creepy old castle and get snowed in with no phones. Then late at night when everyone else is asleep I'll hear some strange noise and upon investigating I'll find the entrance to a secret room and in the secret room I'll find evidence of a hidden treasure that was forgotten long ago.

Or maybe an adventure where I get stranded out in the wilderness of Africa and my friends and I would have to figure out how to survive among the wildlife until we were rescued.

Or maybe some secret government organization will recruit me to capture a wanted criminal. They'll fly me around the world to amazing cities where I'll attend fancy parties and use new gadgets to find the person they're looking for.

Possibly I'll meet a cool band while grocery shopping and they'll realize that they need me to go on tour with them to document all the cool things they do. Then I'll be able to hang out with the cool band and become famous by association.

It could happen, right? Well, at least a girl can dream. Tomorrow I'll just go to school and sit in class like a good little student and listen to my teachers and principles. I wont think for myself or question anything they do, because that would be wrong...

I blame them for my lack of adventure.

Lemonade

Life hands you lemons. You're friend leaves for college. You can't find a job. Summer is ending. You have no plans. You stare at those lemons in you're hand wondering why life is being so mean to you.

Then from out of the shadows, life jumps in front of you with a swirl of confetti and glitter holding a sign that says, "Just kidding!" and it starts raining lemonade. You dance around, which is way cooler than dancing in the rain because the rain is cold and dark but lemonade rain is bright and sunny and warm (but not like pee. I thought I'd clarify...). Everything is good and while you are slightly annoyed by the joke, it can't ruin the fun you're having.

After all life isn't perfect. It makes mistakes and like the terrible friend that it is, sometimes it forgets to check up on you. It can leave you feeling pretty stressed and angry, but it pays you back with pure awesome. And by pure awesome, I mean senior out!

Senior out is the most popular class on the schedule of my classmates, but in reality it isn't a class at all. Senior out is the absence of a class. No teacher, no learning, no school. My fellow seniors and I get to go home an hour and a half earlier than the underclassmen. And what do we do with this lovely time?

Whatever the hell we want!!!!!

Go to the mall, or to see a movie when the theater is practically deserted. Take a nap, read a book, go to a job interview. The possibilities seem endless in that hour and a half. It's when the world is ours and we take advantage of it.

Even without senior out I'd have to say that life is good. Friends are easy to keep in touch with when you have technology, the more jobs you apply for the more likely one of them will hire you (which they did), summer ended but the sun's still here, and plans never go they way you plan anyways.

No More Pressure

In a few days I will be experiencing my last first day of high school. As far as I can tell, every high school senior spends their senior year differently. Some use every second of every day trying to improve their grades enough to get into the college of their choice. Some use every second of every day to have fun in preparation to the fun that they will have at the party school of their choice. Some settle for what they are already good enough to do and decide to do that for the rest of their life. Some spend hours and hours trying to figure out what they want to do, where they want to go, who they want to be. I'm a misfit.

I don't study very often. I don't party. I don't settle for whatever is good enough. I've tried spending hours searching for what I would like to do with my future. The truth is none of those options have worked for me- ever! I'm a hopeless case! I'm every school counselor's worst nightmare! The year's worth of research on colleges and careers is in the trash or crammed into the back of a messy desk drawer.

It makes you wonder.... Could it be that, I, planner extraordinaire, am not ready to think about the future at all? Could it be that for once I just want to think about the present?

If so, what an inconvenient time!!!

I mean, what am I supposed to tell the mobs of adults constantly asking that question that high school students love or dread so much? Do I really need to say it? The oh so complicated question- "Where are you going to college?" Do I tell them that I've given up? That I just want to enjoy my last year of high school and when I want to I'll think about the future?

Maybe it's not such a good idea. Maybe it will take too long for me to figure it all out. At the end of the year when all my friends are getting their acceptance letters maybe I'll just begin looking at what I want to do. But anything else wouldn't be such a good idea either. How could it be a good idea to make a decision that will greatly affect the rest of my life just because I don't have enough time. It's not the kind of thing you can put a time limit on.

So senior year is FINALLY here!!! I've got awesome friends, great classes and a whole year to have fun! No pressure to be just a little bit better than my best. No pressure to plan my whole life in a week. No more pressure at all.

Adventure

Last night I went to a Cobra Starship concert with my friend and my mom. Of course the concert was fun- great music, cool venue, making fun of the couple in front of us who seriously needed to get a room- but it was after the concert that the real fun began.

There was no way we couldn't have been tempted to stand by the buses like loyal fans. Our car was parked right next to them. We HAD to go. And we went and got some things signed by a few of the members from the band. Someone was missing though. Where was Gabe?!

How could we leave without getting his signature. We waited and waited as the small crowd thinned out and quickly became almost no crowd at all. Some guy on the bus noticed us and a few other people hanging around and told us that Gabe had gone out. We told him that eventually he'd be back to the bus so we'd wait. To which he replied it could be sometime after 2:00 when all the bars closed. Well, that's when we decided to make the adventure real. I'd already told my friend, Jenna that we shouldn't leave until we saw Gabe and now was our chance to actually do that. We agreed. We would see Gabe that night.

Well even with our vow to see Gabe, sitting around on a sidewalk for two hours isn't our idea of fun. Plus there was this whole issue of us being hungry and needing a restroom. We decided to go to IHOP. Well of course we got lost on the way there and on the way back. But as we pulled in to the now deserted parking lot we were pleased to see that the buses were still there. No sign of Gabe but he had to be near. We saw a group of roadies packing up nearby and asked them if they knew where he was. They didn't. So we moved on to our other plan. Well we didn't have another plan so instead we wrote a note on the back of a receipt and used the seal from our CD cases to stick it to the side of the bus.

Finally we went home. After all our night started at 6:00 and it was 2:00 by then. But we were happy. It was never about meeting Gabe. If we met him then sure we got to brag about it but it wouldn't have added that much to our night. We had fun. It was an adventure. When we got home Jenna and I vowed that it wouldn't be our last adventure either.

Sure adventures like this wont help me get into college or figure out what I want to do with my life. But adventures like this are exactly what I want to fill my senior year of high school with. So here is my request- Give me a challenge and I'll go on an adventure. It can pretty much be anything but in the end I'll decide what I'll actually do. I might not even accomplish the challenge (After all I didn't meet Gabe.) but it will be fun nonetheless.

Email: coleyeverafter@yahoo.com

A Challenge

Senior year of high school. I should be thinking about colleges, making money with my part time job, finding the perfect guy to take to prom and spending tons of time with my friends. And I will do all of that soon. Right now though I want to add a little bit of a challenge to my last year of high school.

Jace mentioned the idea of writing a blog every week to me and I loved it. It was something that I kinda wanted to do anyways but the idea of making it a rule that every week I would post something to this blog made it even more interesting. Then I thought that I could do the same thing for my videos. Sure, I might occasionally post more than one blog or video a week, but the weekly things will be the challenge.

So here are my rules that I've made up.

1. A post to my blog must be at least one paragraph in length.
2. A video posted to YouTube must be at least one minute in length.
3. I must post one blog and one video weekly.
4. I will give myself four free passes- two for blogs and two for videos- since I know there is at least one week that I might not have access to a computer and one week where I'll be very busy. After the free passes are used there are no exceptions.
5. If I fail to post to a blog or video then I will be punished by posting a blog and video every day for a week following in addition to the blog and video that I would have already posted resulting in a day or days where two blogs and two videos will be posted.

Those are the rules and I plan to follow them. I think I'll start this challenge now, but I wont officially start it until school begins August 24th. The challenge will end on the last day of school.

I don't know what will happen or if I'll love or hate this challenge but I hope it will be fun. Let the games begin!!!

Vacation!?

Well, in couple of days I will be on a plane with my mother and sister for a week and a half of torture. Oh wait- I'm not supposed to say torture- no, it's a wonderful girl's only bonding vacation. Yay! I guess I could list all of the things that are almost certainly going to go wrong on this vacation but I think the list would be too long and my arm hurts so we'll just skip that for now. That's not really the important part of this vacation either.

Summer's almost over. Just three weeks and it will be back to school. Plus there's all the back to school preparations that are just now starting. I mean, I've already got my yearbook pictures taken. Next there's back to school shopping and haircuts. Then there's planning schedules and transportation; trying to get in the habit of waking up before 11 and going to sleep before 1 in the morning; finding and cleaning backpacks. So much to do and no one really wants to take any of our precious summer time to do any of it. We need all that time to say goodbye to our friends who are going off to college.

Even for those who say it's too early to even think about thinking about school have a lot to do-Like me! By the end of next month I plan on having a job. In fact, I insist on having a job by the end of next month. It's not quite as easy as it sounds. Just think- if college-educated, work-experienced- full resumed adults are having trouble finding or keeping jobs then how easy can it be for a teenage girl who's never had a job before to find a job? Despite that, I will get a job, because I desperately need it and not just because I like to go see movies frequently but because I am going to Europe in the spring and someone has to pay for it. So far that person has been me and my parents want to make sure that it stays that way.

So let's see when I get back from this vacation I will be only a week away from my last year of high school, the possibility of my first after school job, school minus a few hundred familiar faces, new clothes and a haircut, and teachers reminding me that I need to be thinking about college. I really hope this vacation isn't that torturous because I'm going to need all the energy I have to survive.

Now for random thoughts:

• I want tofu.
• I wonder what classes I signed up for this year.
• Do they have an ATV rental place near our hotel?
• I don't actually want to eat tofu right now I was just thinking that I want miso soup for my lunch on the first day of school.
• I need to pack

YAY! I'm awesome.

The Coolest Stuff Ever

What do you do when you're bored and waiting for a video to load? Well the old, quick cure for boredom was googling yourself. Yeah, well it gets boring quickly...I'm a photographer and lawyer and real estate agent. Maybe if I were like a famous actress or athlete it would be more interesting...well not if I were an athlete. Sports and I never mixed well.
The point is what do you google when you get bored of googling yourself. Well, my solution? The coolest stuff ever. I tried shoes first and was quickly disappointed. Those are the coolest shoes ever? Really??? What do they do? Besides sitting on your feet and looking strange. Well, moving on to the coolest car. Hmmm...not such a smart idea. I mean they look nice but I know nothing about cars. What about the coolest shirt? Well, let's just say that the coolest shirt isn't that cool. Unless of course you like those cheesy shirts that you can buy at gas stations and truck stops. Then, it's pretty awesome. The coolest pants? Well I really don't see that many pants actually. I see shirts about pants but only a few pants and they aren't cool. The coolest dress, then? There's got to be something there! And success. I have to say that the hamburger dress is pretty much the coolest thing I've ever seen....ever.....http://blog.craftzine.com/lores_HamburgerDress(front).jpg.
Besides that I think the game fails though. Really people's opinions of cool are way lower than I expected.

Are you stupid or just unobservant?

So, I'm dog sitting this weekend and on my way home from my third visit to check on and feed the dog I heard a strange noise. Nothing much to worry about. My car is only a couple of years younger than I am. It makes noises. Well I pulled up to a busy intersection. The light was red so of course I stopped and I waited for a bit for the light to turn green.

Finally it turned green. The person in front of me went and I pressed down on the gas pedal and nothing happened.

I stomped on the gas pedal and nothing happened.

I started kicking the gas pedal saying, "NO! NO! NO!" hoping that maybe that would make it go.

It didn't.

Do I have gas? Yes. Am I crazy and actually stomping on the brake? No. I turned on my emergency lights and called my mom.

Well, I was pretty content sitting and waiting for someone to come help me, but other people weren't so much. Unfortunately they were stupid and didn't have the sense to notice my emergency lights and drive around in the other lane. Okay, maybe they weren't stupid. I mean the majority of them were driving a Lexus or Mercedes or some other expensive SUV or something. Obviously they had to have money and they had to have some way of getting that money so maybe they weren't stupid, maybe they're just unobservant.

Someone honks.

Okay, they're stupid.

I don't know if you've ever noticed how boring it is to sit at a traffic light but it's boring. Even those few seconds you usually have to wait for the light to change from red to green are boring. Now multiple that by about 50 or 60 times. Well, I don't really know how many times the light changed while I sat and waited for the tow truck, but I did wait about an hour and a half total.

Oh. My. Gosh.

The blinking emergency lights started reminding me of a song that I couldn't remember the name or lyrics to. I decided to write down my story in my notebook....which was at home. I texted my friends. They asked about my car. I told them that he's dead. They were sad for me. Then I remembered that my phone is almost dead.

Not only that but by the time the tow truck finally came to save me I only had half an hour left before I needed to go back and walk the dog. The tow truck guy got my car started and said it looks like it might be the battery. He and my mom followed me home. The car stopped again a street before I got to my house. I got out of the car and told my mom and the tow truck guy that they could take over.

I was through and I had to go walk a dog.

And that was my day. Now, I'm just going to play some Solitaire, eat some ice cream and watch t.v. if I can. With my luck, my computer will crash, the freezer will stop working and the t.v. will die. But maybe not. I really, really hope not.

Current Obsessions

Anyone who knows me knows that I obsess over things. Unfortunately it seems by the time that all my friends learn that I am obsessed with chocolate covered gummy bears, I've already moved on to my watermelon addiction. Anyways I thought I'd share my current obsessions because in my opinion they're all really cool.

Books/ Authors That I'm Currently Obsessed With:

• Well I just read Peter Pan by J.M. Barrie for the first time. It was amazing and fun and short so it's perfect for summer.
• I'm currently loving Scott Westerfield. I just recently read one of his books for the first time and I loved it. After that I've loved every other book that I've read of his. I've only read Uglies from the Uglies series, but I want to read the rest of the series soon!
• I reread A Great and Terrible Beauty by Libba Bray at the beginning of the summer and read A Sweet Far Thing. Both are amazing! The second book in the series, Rebel Angels, got lost somewhere so I haven't had a chance to reread it but it's just as great as the other two.

Music/ Musicians I'm Currently Obsessed With:

• If you've never heard Owl City then I feel very sad for you. My favorite song is "Saltwater Room".
• I got The White Tie Affair's Walk This Way for my birthday and I think I know all the words to every song now. It's addicting and fun and makes you look really stupid when you sing and dance along to it in the car.
• Lady Sovereign is always one of my favorite musicians. It's impossible for me not to dance to "Adidas Hoodie".
• "Dark blue. Dark blue! Have you ever been alone in a crowded room?" Jack's Mannequin is pretty amazing.
• "Gravity" by Sara Barreilles. I love her music and this song is just as great as every other song I've heard by her. And if you watch So You Think You Can Dance, well you can guess which dance was my favorite.

Movies:

• Okay what person is not excited about the new Harry Potter movie?! I mean it's going to be amazing! I'm going to the midnight premiere with my friends and I wont even look at anyone dressed up in costumes strangely, because I completely understand and I would wear a costume too- if I had one.
• I've been meaning to see Public Enemies and My Sister's Keeper but I haven't had a chance to see them yet. I've heard both we're really great and I can't wait to see them.
• I'm also looking forward to seeing Julie and Julia on August 7th and Post Grad on August 21st.

My Clothing/ Shopping Addictions:

• Anything vintage or found in a thrift store or handmade. It's about being unique and if possible cheap.
• http://www.etsy.com/ has really great handmade and vintage things for sale. It's sort of like eBay but much much cooler.
• I also love everything on http://www.poshgirlvintage.com/. It's all vintage and has tons of great stuff. It's a little out of my price range but hopefully once I get a job I'll be able to buy some cool things.
• This should be no surprise to anyone who knows me but I love Converse. I wear my Chuck Taylor All Stars all the time! They also have these really cool All Star Light Skimmers which I think would look really cute with a mini skirt or dress.

I LOVE FOOD Addictions:

• Nutella is like the best thing on the planet ever. I put it on my waffles, pancakes, toast, apple, strawberries- anything. It is deliciously deliciousness!
• I like to snack of sugar snap peas with blue cheese salad dressing. It is so yummy and a good snack.
• Sushi is good. People need to get over the whole raw fish thing and just try it! I love sushi and if you want a small meal then it's pretty good. I don't actually really like wasabi but in small amounts I find it's alright. Don't get me wrong- I love spicy, but I think wasabi is too overpowering with sushi and it kinda tastes like cardboard.

Activities and Fun Things That I'm Obsessed With:

• Well, really what I do with my free time is enjoy all my other obsessions and watch YouTube videos. YouTube is pretty awesome and there are always new people and new videos to watch which pretty much means there is always something to entertain you.
• Other than that there's t.v. I really like Royal Pains, which is about a doctor in the Hamptons and Mental, which is about a doctor who works in the psych ward. Doctor shows are usually really great. Planet Green is a cool channel to watch when you're bored.
• Solitaire!!!! There are three things that make this game awesome. 1. You can play it alone at 1:30 in the morning in your pajamas. 2. The rules are easy enough to remember. 3. The cards do that cool jumpy thing when you win!

So maybe listen to some music and go shopping for something vintage. Then you can go out and see an awesome movie and eat some great food. It's sort of what I would do if I had any spending money. Instead I'm going to do algebra, which I am so not obsessed with!