Silly girl, did you forget to sleep last night?

Top three things I DO NOT want to do:

1. Physical activity of any kind (this includes standing, walking, and other seemingly effortless acts)

2. Homework

3. Think

Unfortunately, all three of these things are being forced upon me today.

This whole weekend was a complete blur to me. It feels like it was Friday five minutes ago… I’m so disoriented and out of it. So, allow me to recap my weekend for you all.

Friday: Classes during the day and DANCE PARTY at night! I didn’t really want to go, but my roommate really did want me to go… and she won me over. So there I was, at a dance, in the dark, with all kinds of crazy gangsta music playing, and some weirdo comes up and starts trying to grind with me. I don’t know that I’ve even been in that much shock before. My mouth actually dropped open (and stayed open for a very long time). I tried to keep dancing (in my completely conservative way), in an attempt to not make the situation more awkward than it already was, but I kept laughing. Finally he left to go be nasty with some other girl. All of this went down in about one minute. Weirdest. Experience. Ever. And I don’t think I want to repeat it ever again. Good story. My Friday night continued when I got back to my room pretty freaking late, and I still had to finish decorating my team shirt for Relay for Life. Me+fabric paint+1 in the morning=disaster. I still have teal paint under my fingernails.

Saturday: My non-stop action weekend continued at 8:30 on Saturday when I had to get up and get ready for my Driver’s License test. I PASSED! And I’m convinced it’s because I found a lucky penny, heads up, in the parking lot right before I got in the car to parallel park. Yes, folks, I have my damn license. So stop harassing me about it. Lol. Saturday blazed on when I got back from my DL test and lunch with my mom. I had around 30 minutes to get in my room, pack for Relay, and walk (to the stupid other side of campus) to the gym to help set up (I was on the committee).

Set-up really wasn’t bad at all. And Relay was really fun. Throughout the whole 12 hours, I walked the track, and participated in a bunch of group games and events, like sharks and minnows (I miss you, elementary school gym class), tug-of-war (unfortunately, zero arm strength really isn’t of much help), relay races, Twister, and the Luminaria Ceremony. My roommate and I actually ran the Luminaria. It went well, minus the fact that when my roommate announced the “moment of silence,” I completely just skipped the moment, and continued reading my script. Ooops. The whole night was going pretty well, as in, I was able to keep my eyes open. That is, it was going well until POWER HOUR. Every minute the song being played changes, and so does the direction you are walking on the track. You cannot even begin to understand how much torture that is when you are half-dead. I mean, the whole thing was striking me as really freaking funny, because people were trying to keep their energy up by dancing, and at that point in the night, everything was funny to me. I would start laughing and be completely unable to stop.

After the event was over (it went from 6 PM to 6 AM) I stayed to help clean up. I felt sort of bad, because I didn’t really do all that much to help, but that wasn’t by choice. I felt like I might throw up if I moved too much. Thank Esther Ludwig (God of all college students) that I had someone to drive me back to my dorm. If not, I may never have made it back.

Sunday: I got back to my room at 6:30, and went straight to bed. I vaguely remember violently throwing all of my crap off of my bed and brushing my teeth. I set my alarm for 3, but I ended up waking up at 1. So here I am now, sitting, because that’s about all I can do, due to extreme sore/stiff-ness. I’m doing my best to not complain every waking moment, because this pain is all for a good cause. We raised $12,000 dollars for the American Cancer Society. And that is worth feeling kinda crappy for a day or two. Sadly, I now have a butt-load of work to do and no will to do it. I tried to so my Spanish homework but about 10 minutes in, I found myself staring at my laptop keyboard in a complete daze. I think a nap is in order.

Before I go… pictures!

Haha, I love the last one. Sometimes, it’s just so true.

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Yawp Like You Mean It

To-Do (in Fantasy Land):

1. Teach first-years at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

2. Find Narnia (I won’t complain if Prince Caspian wants to show me around).

3. Have breakfast at Tiffany’s.

4. Eat a meal prepared by Sookie St. James.

5. Model for Mode Magazine (and ask Betty to borrow her Guadalajara poncho).

6. Dance at one of Gatsby’s parties.

7. Interview with Michael Scott for a job at Dunder Mifflin.

8.  Take the ferry with Derek Shepherd.

9. Go to Forks and kiss Edward Cullen in the rain.

10. Save Gotham.

If the day comes when I can choose between fantasy and reality… I’m going to have a hard time deciding.

Tonight was my last Women’s Choir concert with the awesomest choir director everrrrrr.  He told us at practice last week that he took a job on the other side of the country.  I hope his new school knows how good they have it. Now I’m stuck in this weird limbo… wondering what will happen with choir next year. Will there even be a Women’s Choir? I won’t be able to take it if I can’t sing in a choir. Unlike the CRAZY girl who lives next door, I’m just not comfortable enough at school to belt out Beyonce tunes (horribly) in the shower. Seriously, Single Ladies will never be the same for me ever again.

But anyway… the concert was pretty awesome! We sang in a beautiful church. It made us sound even more awesome than we actually are (which is pretty awesome). And I got a really good laugh when the Men’s Choir sang a slightly inappropriate but definitely hilarious song.

And now I am home, playing with my kitties, Maxamillion and Rubylicious (aka, Maximus and Ruby). It is lonely at college without pets. I want to bring little Maxie back in my backpack. He would love living in my room. I would totally pamper him. But sadly, I’d be violating the NO PETS rule in my building, which also slashes my dream to own a piranna. Oh well.

Last night I watched The Dead Poet’s Society. It was cool, because the first time I saw it (9th grade), I didn’t recognize any of the poems in the movie, but this time, I knew almost all of them! The barbaric “yawping” scene was causing some comical flashbacks to 11th grade English.

Short post because I am so TIRED.

Adios!

Sing whatever you have to sing.

The title comes from the song Sway by the Kooks. The whole line was “Sing whatever you have to sing, to get it out and not become a recluse about your house. Come out!” I like it. Reminds me of wanting to get out of the house during the Spring, and singing around my house when no one’s home.

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There has been so much on my mind the past few days. With every step I took, I could think of something else I had to do. And now it’s all over [for the most part]. EVERYTHING was crammed into the first three days of school after Spring break. Why? WHY?

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Let me tell you about my theory. Somewhere underground, there is a secret room. You have to walk through a complicated maze to get there and then use a secret password [furlorembrazzletastic] to get into it. The only people allowed into the room are professors. They do a fingerprint analysis when you enter, just to make sure. So at a secret time on a secret day every week, all of the members of the Professors For Torturing Students Society [they like to go by PFTSS] gather in the secret underground room. All of the members, garbed in all black, sit in a circle [indian style] on the floor. They commence the meeting by saying the pledge ["I promise to be a faithful member of PFTSS for as long as I live... blahdee blah blah blah...]. Next, they go around in a circle and tell all the ways they have made life harder for their students this week. After each member presents, the group claps and shouts cheers of approval. The members spend the rest of the meeting having “evil laugh” contests [winner gets a black silk cloak  with a hood and some M&M's] and choosing days to bomb their students with 283754328 assignments, projects, and tests. Everyone should know, as soon as I find this room, I will do everything I can to thwart PFTSS’s efforts. Don’t worry, I’m fighting tirelessly for the cause. I will save college students everywhere.

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Just kidding, of course. I guess having 98475 tests in one day is just a coincidence.    I got really creative and a little angsty/sarcastic for a little while there. But really, some days I have to wonder if PFTSS really exists.

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So I have this overwhelming urge to play laser tag. Why, you ask? I have no idea. I just want some loud music, some running around, and some fun. My dad gets all into it and develops stragegies and stuff…

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Speaking of loud music… I’ve been going on these weird kicks where I LOVE a song to death. I mean really LOVE it. A single song makes up 90% of what I listen to for about one week. Three weeks ago it was Thinking of You by Katy Perry. Two weeks ago it was Halo by Beyonce. Last week it was Poker Face by Lady Gaga. And this week it’s Ain’t Gonna Lose You by Brett Dennen. Most people would prefer to mix it up a little, maybe even enjoy hearing two or more songs per week… but not me. Haha.

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Something I’ve been thinking about… every day I have a moment or two of really missing my grandparents. It’s been almost three years since I last spoke to them. I thought time was supposed to make things better. Really, it’s just sort of smoothing things over. I don’t really like to talk about my grandparents, because I get all sad. But by not talking about them, I feel like I’m forgetting what they were like. There are just SO MANY things I wish I could have asked them. I wish I knew why my grandmother waited so long for my grandfather while he was in WWII. They were barely dating when he left for Europe. I had a dream that my grandmother described her wedding to me… and I can’t help but feel sad that I’ll never actually have that conversation with her. The year that they died, my English teacher said to my class that grief is selfish, and that you aren’t doing the deceased a favor by missing them. By feeling bad about their passing, you are just thinking about yourself, and all the ways you were influenced by the loss. That whole thing REALLY pissed me off that day. I got tears in my eyes when he said it. It was as if he had never lost anyone before. I still think that was a stupid thing to say, but now I wonder if all of my grief is a little selfish. I’m trying to believe that it’s not. I had two great people in my life, and I was lucky for that. Who wouldn’t grieve over losing something so wonderful? … I drive myself crazy thinking about this and wondering if I should be “over this” by now. People in my family don’t seem to be feeling this loss like I do. Or they hide it better than I do.

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Sorry to make you depressed.  :(  I had to vent a little.  

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On to more cheerful things. I’m doing the American Cancer Society’s Relay for Life next month! It’s a 12 hour event to raise awareness for cancer. I’m definitely excited to participate [my team is making t-shirts and everything!!], but… it’s 12 hours of walking. But I can do this because it is for a good cause [stare at self in mirror and repeat 10 times daily]. I’ve only raised $30 so far, and my goal is $100. So I need to get crackin. At the meetings, they tell us that <insert big number> people get cancer everyday, and that you never know how close to home it will strike. I keep that in mind as part of my motivation.

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We learned about clairvoyance and ESP and all kinds of cool stuff today in psychology. It’s too bad I can’t move objects with sheer mind-power. I mean, that would be a freakin awesome trick. Like, “Hey, watch me while I use my mind to throw my sister’s stupid/overused cellphone in the toilet!” And if I could just figure out how this telepathy thing works, it would totally make gossiping easier. Haaaaha.

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Picture time! I know this is your favorite part– when I shut up and you get to look at pretty pictures. Don’t worry, it’s my favorite part too.

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Some websites I’m following:

http://365daysofgoodness.com - awesome woman who is trying to do a good deed every single day of 2009; she posts about what she’s done, how other people can help, little tidbits of info, and other cool stuff

http://nacedesign.com/blog/ - Rosie and Aaron [awesome couple] post pictures and how-to’s dealing with photography and editing photographs; their Flickr accounts are pretty cool too

http://twilightguy.com – Kaleb posts about every chapter he reads, and he also puts up these very amusing little pictures [and hilarious captions]

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Have a fantastic morning, rockin’ day, or radical night!

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Don’t ask me why I had to put a little “-” between every paragraph to maintain the space. This post just wasn’t being cooperative. AT ALL.

Time Goes Faster

Hello world.

Here’s the story of how all my tests/projects went in the past two weeks: I got A’s on my geology lab and lecture tests (and I about died when I got the lecture test back… I was so worried that I thought I was going to be sick until I turned the paper over and saw that I actually did well… shows you how well I know myself…). I improved my Spanish test grade by 7 points (which is very good because I did pretty crappy on the first test in that class). YAAY! And I also did well on my speech, math presentation, and math tests.

Conclusion everyone comes to: I worry too much and study too much and freak out about nothing.

Conclusion I come to: Maybe everyone should try my freak-out-method. It appears to be working.

This semester is just a bundle of stress. It seems like a lot of people I know are also nearly crippled by the stress. It’s frusterating. I don’t like to live only for the weekends. I’d much rather appreciate every day of the week, but doing that is so hard lately.

So I recently finished an AMAZING book. It’s called The Time Traveler’s Wife (by Audrey Niffenegger). After it was over… I was just in this weird mood. I was so depressed that I had finished it. Sounds nerdy I know. But you will never understand until you read this wonderful, wonderful book. It’s incredibly cliche to say so, but this book really made me think about life, especially the things I take for granted. Seriously, read this book. Then tell me that you read it, because I am really aching for someone to talk to about it. I am sooo excited for the movie (coming out in 2010, I think). Here’s a screencap.

This weekend, E, D, S, and I went to see The Two Gentlemen of Verona on campus. It was the first time I was ever in the campus theatre. Although the actors didn’t have much space to work with (very small theatre), they did a really good job! Instead of a typical Shakespearean take on the costumes for the show, someone decided to have all the actors dress like they stepped out of the 70’s. It was quite comical. Also, props to the actors on speaking Shakespearean so well that I actually understood it!

I also spent a good part of this weekend blazing through episode after episode of The Office. I watched the first season and half of the second season. It’s just so entertaining. It’s too bad that new episodes are on during Grey’s Anatomy. I will not give up my Grey’s. Ever. Even for The Office. Speaking of Grey’s, wasn’t it AWESOME this past Thursday?! I thought so. I mean… Derek and Mark beating the CRAP out of each other… that was a “wow” moment. A big “wow” moment.

After this week I get to go home for spring break! I’m happy that I can go home, but I’m sad that everyone seems to have their breaks on different weeks. What is wrong with the people who decided this? Don’t they understand I’m going through friend withdrawal? Huh?

Ahhh. I just finished watching the Oscars. I have got to see Slumdog Millionaire. For heaven’s sake, it’s won sooo many awards. I feel like I’m missing out on the best movie ever, or something. Everyone involved with that movie just seems so genuinely happy to have been a part of it. I was also quite excited by the clips of upcoming movies they showed at the end. HARRY POTTER!!! THIS SUMMER!!!

Sorry to make this a little short and somewhat choppy compared to other posts. It’s just that it’s time for bed.

I’ll leave you with an excerpt from The Time Traveler’s Wife.

Clare: It’s hard being left behind. I wait for Henry, not knowing where he is, wondering if he’s okay. It’s hard to be the one who stays.

I keep myself busy. Time goes faster that way.

I go to sleep alone, and wake up alone. I take walks. I work until I’m tired. I watch the wind play with the trash that’s been under the snow all winter. Everything seems simple until you think about it. Why is love intensified by absense?

Long ago, men went to sea, and women waited for them, standing on the edge of the water, scanning the horizon for the tiny ship. Now I wait for Henry. He vanishes unwillingly, without warning. I wait for him. Each moment that I wait feels like a year, an eternity. Each moment is as slow and transparent as glass. Through each moment I can see infinite moments lined up, waiting. Why has he gone where I cannot follow?

My Brain is Full

Posting on the request of a certain best friend who occaisionally hates me for not communicating with her. Forgive me, Nori. 

Hello world.

Today is a crucial day (grade-wise) for me. I have two tests tomorrow and one on Friday. I need to study A LOT. In this situation last semester, I wouldn’t have been able to even touch my computer without having a severe guilt attack because I wasn’t studying. But today I feel oddly calm. I’m not freaking out. This may mean that an extra-crazy attack of panic is coming later tonight, or that I’m having an identity crisis. I’ve always been the girl who freaks out about grades… what is happening to me?

I have to memorize twenty-some minerals, their qualities (color, luster, chemical reactions, crystalline structure, etc.) for a geology lab test next Tuesday. I just got this assignment yesterday. This reminds me of memorizing different types of muscle tissue (I think) the morning before the lab practical last year in bio. I hate this frantic memorization. I HATE it.

College is a sort of sad place right now. My friends have suffered the loss of two fish, Bruno and Samson, in the last few days. As those poor fish were my dear god-children, I am lamenting their deaths. On a less animal-related note, D is really quite sick. Now that she sleeps all the time, I’ve realized how much I depend on her for stuff. She’s the one who reassures me about geology (AHHHH!!) and commiserates with me and answers all the questions that I would normally ask an advisor (D is much more helpful than an advisor). Now I have to be all independent and stuff. Ick.

So I really feel like going shopping this weekend. I need a little retail therapy. I just got two pairs of shoes, so I can cross that off the list of possible impulse buys in the near future, but I could use another poster. I want to rearrange my walls. I have a lot of space on them, but I’m not utilizing it. There’s also a cool movie store in the mall around here that I’d really like to hit up.  Lately my movie collection has been growing by one movie nearly every week. Last three purchases: Practical Magic, Shakespeare in Love, and The Witches of Eastwick. I haven’t watched the last two yet.

My roommate’s favorite movie is Big Fish, so we all watched it two weekends ago. There was a little movie party going on up in my room, complete with burnt popcorn, oatmeal (apples and cinnamon!!!), and some furniture rearranging so that everyone could see the movie. Needless to say, the preparation for the actual viewing of the movie took about an hour. I really like Ewan McGregor, and he was excellent in that movie. I think it might be the next movie to magically appear on my movie shelf (very soon).  

Now for a little entertainment.

I love this pic.

Even though his name is Zuma, he’s very cute . And his mom is my idol. :)

Nori, when you design my house and all the rooms in it, keep this picture in mind. It’s awesome. It’s like living inside a book, which I’ve always wanted to do. Lol.

In spite of all the insanity this week and next week, I am looking forward to a few things.

1. Grey Day is on Thursday (wear grey because you all love Grey’s Anatomy!!!). It’s going to be AWESOME. One word – Addison. Another word – proposal? Okay, it was a question, but still. How can anyone not be excited? I am THRILLED. CAN’T WAIT. REALLY.
2. This weekend, although packed with endless CRAP-TASTIC WORK, will still include some down time. I’m really looking forward to it… I’m going to watch all of the episodes of Brothers and Sisters that I’ve missed. Good show.
3. My favorite artsy/blogger/cool person is having a baby next week!! I can’t wait to find out what she will name it.

Well, I ‘m going to try be productive now. Wish me luck.

Adios!

Hey Jealousy

AH! I’m back at school! Scary thought, since I spent the last few weeks trying to live in complete denial that I had ever attended a college at any point in time.

I’m not good at cooking or baking, but on Monday I whipped up a large batch of JEALOUSY. I’m (innapropriately) glad that my first MWF class starts later than my roommate’s first one… but somehow I managed to schedule my day so that I’m unable to eat lunch with my group of friends. It’s depressing and jealousy-inducing. I wanted to catch up with everyone over lunch, but instead I end up sitting in speech class (and I already know how to speak!).

Speaking of speech class… today my professor told us that if you lean on the lectern while giving a speech, it might fall over and you would die. I’m pretty sure she was not attempting to be funny. I tried desperately to stop the inevitable… but I snort/laughed anyway.  

Yesterday I had over three hours of Geology. First lecture then lab. Seriously, no one, I repeat, NO ONE likes geology that much. Not even geologists. Anyway, my lab teacher is making us call him by his first name. He’s very nice, actually. And he plays the harmonica, which is always good. In April we’re going on a FIELD TRIP!!! Probably to study rocks or something, though… On another note, I got to touch dinosaur poop in class. Yes, yes I did.

The most intimidating of my classes is definitely Spanish. My professor is so good at speaking the language that I start to shake in my boots when she enters the room. She has a very good sense of humor, which I can definitely appreciate, after a loooong day of classes.

My math teacher also has a good sense of humor. He cracked a Sarah Palin joke from one of the SNL skits (that I love dearly). I nearly wet my pants with laughter, but I don’t think everyone else got it. He said “I can see Russia from my house!” 

Onto other topics… like movies. I’m happy to report that I saw a bunch of good movies (new and old) over holiday break. On the older movie front, I watched The Chronicles of Narnia: Prince Caspian, Good Will Hunting, and Practical Magic. As for new movies, I believe I saw Twilight for the third time over break, as well as The Day the Earth Stood Still, The Spirit, and The Curious Case of Benjamin Button. Out of this list, my two favorites were Good Will Hunting and The Curious Case of Benjamin Button (possibly my two favorite movies ever). Suddenly I have a newfound love for Matt Damon and a strengthened love for Brad Pitt.

So… my roommate got a Wii for Christmas!!! AND GUITAR HERO!!! I am absolutely terrible, but I DON’T CARE. It’s so fun. My favorite song to play is Spiderwebs by No Doubt. But I’m a little jealous of my roommate’s skills. I mean, she puts her game face on and just goes for it. Her eyes get dry because she doesn’t even blink when she plays… that’s how serious she is.

Tonight was my first night back in Women’s Choir. I didn’t really feel like going at first, but I when I got there it was suddenly so good to be back. Singing warms my soul. There are so many new girls, which is good and bad at the same time. I mean, I like to see familiar faces, but it’s good to have fresh ones too.

And now, ladies and gentlemen, it is PICTURE TIME! I’m a big fan of the little Obama supporter.

And look at what else I found today…

               

THE CULLEN BOYS! I’m not obsessed. I promise.

Well, I’m about to peace out. Here are some songs for your listening pleasure.

I’m Not Over by Carolina Liar

Chelsea Dagger by The Fratellis

Sweet About Me by Gabriella Cilmi

Adios amigos.

P.S. Don’t forget to pray for snow! I think there’s a slight chance on Thursday, maybe? Who cares about weather reports. We can make this happen people. Think SNOW.

“Every Who down in Whoville…”

Happy {four days after} Christmas!

I still have seven days until I have to head back to college, but I’m already getting anxious about it. I mean, last night I dreamt that I had to write an English essay in ten minutes and my computer broke down. Sounds freakishly lame, I know, but still… it was horrifying! Seems like everywhere I go, the most popular conversation topic is my “college experience.” I can’t even tell you how many people came up to me to say some variation of ”I hear you finished your first semester, huh?” And somehow, nine times out of ten, I couldn’t craft a decent response. “Um, yes” accompanied by a sweet smile just doesn’t have the jazz and wit I was searching for.

Enough college anxiety for one post… I had a nice Christmas. Even though my dad decided to be the Grinch for the first few hours of the day, my mom, my sister, and I tried to ignore it. Life’s too short to waste time sleeping until 11 on Christmas day. It’s also too short to gripe when your family wants to open presents before lunch time. Anyway, I got some cute clothing (which is inspiring me to clean out my closet to make some room). Between my sister and I, we got a lot of good movies. I got a cute pearl bracelet, and gum to last me a few months. And I’m very excited about the $55 in Barnes and Noble gift cards that are burning a hole in my wallet. Lately I’ve been in the mood to spend the day in a Barnes and Noble. It’s just my happy place. And now that I’m $55 richer, I’m all set!

My angsty, teenage sister spent too much time being her unsociable self over the Holidays. We hadn’t seen one of our cousins in a year, and my sister actually passed up extra time with him to go to a basketball game. I ask myself over and over, was I ever like that? No, dear self, you were never like that.

Today I saw The Spirit with my parents and my sister. I was really excited to see it, but it was a little weird. I did like it, but I think I would benefit from a second viewing. I was little confused at some points. I did get a kick out of the characters’ names though. Any movie that has a character called Silken Floss is okay by me. I’m really really eager to see The Curious Case of Benjamin Button. Every time the trailer comes on TV, I purposely drive my mom crazy by yelling, “MOM! Look, it’s Benjamin Button!!!!” She may throw a shoe at me if I ask her to take me to see it.

Well, this is a late-night post, and the Sex and the City marathon I’ve been watching is almost over. So I’d better head out. Tomorrow is a free day. I’m hoping it throws something exciting at me. I wouldn’t be upset if a million dollars fell from the sky or a random hot stranger asked me out, but I’d settle for anything interesting, really. I’m not picky.

     

“And the Grinch, with his Grinch-feet ice-cold in the snow, stood puzzling and puzzling, how could it be so?”

Desperate

That’s right, I’m desperate. What I really mean is that I’m a desperate housewife. Yesterday I washed the dishes, held the cats, and crocheted a scarf. And then my day was over. Today, I washed the dishes and played Christmas songs on the piano. What is wrong with me? I think I’m doing Christmas break all wrong. I should be out clubbing or something…

Well at least I finished up some shopping the other day, leaving only two people to go- my parents. I can do this. I can do this. I can DO THIS. Maybe if I keep saying it, the gifts will magically appear in my hands…

After shopping the other day, my sister had to go volunteer at this Christmas tour of homes in my dear little town. You buy tickets, get a map, and then go around town at your own pace to see the inside of a few pretty homes. I really wanted to go on the tour, but I pretty much gave up after my mom made the “don’t wanna” face. Then my dad agreed to go, shockingly enough. It was really awesome. The best part was seeing this beautiful home near mine. It was built around the time of the Civil War, and the couple living there now has fixed it up so perfectly. Seriously- 7 fire places, GIANT whirlpool bathtub, beautiful paintings everywhere. They decorated for Christmas… the whole place screams beauty. Anyway, the tour of homes was great. I can’t wait for the next one.

A little birdy told me it was going to snow tonight… and I think it already started. This housewife is quite fond of snow. You should definitely go to Popular Front: SnowDays and make some virtual snowflakes. It’s the best website I’ve ever found for that kind of thing. And if you find you suck at making them (like me) you can drag your mouse over the falling flakes on the main page to view other people’s awesome work.

Today, while I was busying myself with housewifely duties, I watched the end of Aladdin. I forgot how much I used to like Disney movies. I used to have a Jasmine costume when I was little, and I named my stuffed lion cub Rajah (I know it was a tiger in the movie… but work with me here, I only had a lion). Anyway- cute movie, glad I caught some of it.

In all this free time, I’ve been keeping up with celebrity news (not that I don’t when I’m at school, but…). I’m really not liking what I’m hearing. No more Taylor Lautner for Jacob in Twilight’s sequel, New Moon? No more Catherine Hardwicke directing New Moon? No more George on Grey’s Anatomy? No more Amy Poehler on SNL?!! What is this world coming to? I don’t think I can handle all of this madness. I don’t like change very much.

Well, I’m off to put on some pearls, knit some socks, dust some furniture, feed some whining kids, or something else a housewife would do. Have a peachy day, from your girl on Wisteria Lane.

Procrastination rhymes with… schmoprastination

What? You’re avoiding studying also? I studied for 7ish hours last night. I’m just all wiped out now. I do need to study for Español. Wish me luck on that tomorrow.

So far I’ve taken three finals. All today.    First was El. Ed., then math, then English. Even though english was just a regular test (just the most recent information we learned), it was really hard. I had to write an essay about T.S. Eliot’s The Waste Land. That poem is so full of convoluted allusions and references, I don’t know how anyone could ever understand it. The footnotes were longer than the actual poem! I did like it a little though, the small part I understood, that is. 

So… how has my life been going (other than finals) you ask? Well, this past weekend was pretty CRAZY. I had a 4 ½ hour choir rehersal on Friday night. Then on Saturday, E, D, C and I decided to build a fort. And when we decide to do something… we go all out. We took the matresses off of my bed and E’s bed and brought in D’s mattress (it was a quite difficult process!). Then we put them on the floor between mine and E’s beds. Then we used our comforters and clothespins to make the roof. All of our extra pillows and blankets went under the bed. We put a little chair in the one corner, I hung a curtain, and we made sure we could all see the T.V. because it was HARRY POTTER WEEKEND on ABC Family. AWESOMENESS. Then I had my choir concert that night. When I came back E was giving makeovers. And we all curled our hair. Then I had yet another concert on Sunday night. It was just a LOT of singing.

Below you can witness the four fort-builders laying in their newly-built piece of amazingness. And below that you can get a better idea of how big the fort was.

But let me assure you that we did not know how uncomfortable sleeping in the fort would be. In actual execution, it was a bit pooey. The sun was too bright in the morning (once we built the fort, we couldn’t reach the blinds to put them down…). And the mattress I slept on was on a slant. So… yea. Lesson learned. Play in the fort like little kids, but don’t sleep in the fort.

My roommate was totally creeping over my shoulder as I wrote that last paragraph. She has the creeping gene, as do I, which may be why we get along so well (it’s certainly not because she enjoys critcizing every aspect of the Harry Potter movies!!). Not a single day goes by without one of us creeping on someone. What can I say? I enjoy gossip.

Another exciting thing that happened was D peeing in my roomie’s chair. She didn’t really pee, she just spilled strawberry lemonade, but she was in class so she couldn’t see the stain on the chair and E kept texting her to complain about it. She had D believing she actually peed. It was great. So we nicknamed her Captain Peepants.

Alright, time for my recommendation of the day. I know it is asking a lot of you to watch a forty minute video, but trust me when I say it is sooo WORTH IT. It’s called Dr. Horrible’s Sing-Along Blog. My uncle emailed it to me. And I know as my DEAREST friends (you two know who you are), you will watch it. Because you love me. I was cracking up the whole time. And I did sing along.

This procrastinating is getting bad. I watched Mr. and Mrs. Smith instead of studying. I watched Fred youtube videos instead of studying. I’m about to watch How I Met Your Mother instead of studying. I’m obviously blogging instead of studying…  

Well I’m off to go try and accomplish something, against my instincts to do anything but study.  Have a lovely day (or night…).

Vampires, Sneezes, and Chess

So I’m back at school after a beautiful five-day break, but I never really left ”Vacation World.” It’s just such a happy place that I don’t know if I’ll ever go back to “Real Life World.” That place is so overrated anyway.

Being back at home really was beyond lovely, but I’m starting to feel some kind of attachment to this place. I mean, I miss E., D., and C. when I’m at home… and I like not having to deal with sibling drama. There’s also something about having a place that really is yours to mess up, clean, and decorate however you please. But the food is FAR better at home. And my mom lives at home… which gives the home team about 234719 extra points. Then there’s my Lizzie and Nori, who are also a happy part of home. I guess I have two allegiances now, but I’m thinking that this can be a good thing (or a very good thing).

Yesterday I bought People’s Sexiest Man Alive issue, and I have to say that I’m loving it. There is a page where you can SMELL CHASE CRAWFORD. Scratch-and-sniff. I know, weird. But also AMAZING (because he smells like heaven). Also, there is a gorgeous picture of Robert Pattinson in the issue that I like to drool over. Hugh Jackman actually got the ”Sexiest” title this year. I guess he’s hot, but he’s a bit too old for me to date. I know, I KNOW that I’m being a total hypocrite, since I’m in love with J. Depp and P. Dempsey… but their much-older-than-me-ness doesn’t bother me one single bit. Somehow I manage to overlook it entirely. Well that explanation was about as clear as mud, but at least I tried.

I am getting quite behind on my shows. The number of shows I watch really needs to be cut back, but which of my loves could I bear to cut? Grey’s Anatomy, Ugly Betty, Supernanny, Brothers and Sisters, Private Practice, Desperate Housewives, and Pushing Dasies.  And every single one is on ABC if I’m not mistaken… oh well. I’m caught up on Grey’s and Brothers and Sisters, so that only leaves… a crapload more to watch online. Goody.

Aside from nearly all of the clothing I own, I also brought to school with me a lovely cold. Symptoms: sore throat, sneezing, and watery eyes. I’m prepared this time though. I have cough drops that taste like poo (but work well) and tissues out the wazoo. That means I won’t have to beg for/steal tissues from dorm-mates or make a random run (literally) to the school store to buy a box… not that I’ve done those things before (wink wink).

In other news… I SAW TWILIGHT OVER BREAK!!! I’m trying to not be like the crazy fangirls who recently embarrassed themselves on the Tyra show… but I REALLY LOVED IT. ALL CAPS IS THE ONLY WAY TO EXPRESS MY SENTIMENT PERFECTLY. Seriously though, there were very few things that bothered me about the movie. They didn’t leave things out, and they didn’t change things that shouldn’t have been changed. Good job cast and crew. But the award really goes to K-Stew. The venom scene was just… I mean it was… BRILLIANT. I guess another award can go to Robert Pattinson, because he sang that awesome song in the background of the scene and also acted wonderfully alongside K-Stew.

Quite a random jump from Twilight… but can someone teach me how to play chess? I just feel like I should learn how. If Harry Potter weren’t fictional, I’d just ask him to teach me wizard’s chess. As he isn’t real, I guess I can settle for a muggle teaching me regular chess. 

Well I’m going to go recycle a water bottle or eat a cookie or something… Have a lovely rest of your day.  

Since you’re done here… I think you should go listen to: In a Cave by Tokyo Police Club. Take my word for it.