New year's resolutions never work out.

This year, I am going to use REVERSE psychology on myself. I will be saying the opposite of what I ACTUALLY want to do. It's sure to work.

• I will not be more fabulous. Not any more than I actually am. I have reached my capacity.
• I will not grow my hair out. Really freaking short is long enough for me!
• I'll ALWAYS go on the computer before doing my homework. The reverse is not an option. Who wants good grades?
• On school nights, I will go to bed extremely late. Three or four is good. You don't need quality sleep! The bags-under-your-eyes are in style right now.
• When my driver's test comes around, I will fail it with FLYING COLORS. Especially the parallel parking part.
• I am going to lose NaNo '11. I will write no more than two hundred words a day, if at all. I will have no plot and Mary-Sue characters. I will write like a freaking STEPHANIE MEYER.
• I am not going to make a hat. I will give up and cut it into pieces and cry. 
• It's impossible. I will never finish reading all the freaking books on my book wall. I could never finish all of them in one year.
• I won't finish putting up sticky notes on my walls and various other things from my ceiling. It would make my room far too ugly. Plus, the colors clash.
• I wouldn't imagine of blogging more than once a week. Maybe once a month is better. 
• I will die. I can't live through another whole year. Plus, the year after next is 2012 and I'll end up dying anyway. It will be much less painful to do it this way.
• I will not try out for Romeo and Juliet. And I will most definitely not get to role of Mercutio who happens to be most fabulous person in the whole world.
• I will be horrified and disappointed when The Legend of Korra comes out. It will be absolutely horrible and I will cry after every episode where I don't see Toph.
• I will not save up enough money to buy an iPad or a laptop. They're far too expensive. I can't do that. Not in a whole year.
• I will make sure that my room is covered in a layer of dirt and candy wrappers.
• I will also let down the MANY readers of my blog with lame posts. Prepare to be bored.

I think those are some pretty fine resolutions.

Now for some predictions of the year to come that are not in reverse psychology format.

• Everyone will start panicking and stocking up on canned food for 2012.
• Goliath will come out and be the best freaking thing ever.
• I will turn older.
• The second half of the seventh Harry Potter movie will be sexy, especially with Gringotts and everything. And maybe they'll cut out a few deaths because there are a few choice people who I love.
• Sarah Palin may or may not be mauled by a bear. Or maybe a moose. Either will do.
• I will continue being a stupid and keep using dumb words like squish and fish and alligator and sexy and things like that when I can't think of anything else. 
• I will win THE GAME.
• Actually I already have, but I'm sure that this year the Pope or the Prime Minister of somewhere will confirm it.YAY!

I do not recommend throwing gummy bears out a window accidentally.

I spent two hours trying to decide what I should blog about. I had my mind made up two minutes ago to do a book review, but then I remembered a really vivid dream that I had last night, so I think I shall blog about that. And I just remembered an equally vivid dream that I had while napping today.


    I was really geeked out about school starting and I was getting ready the first morning. "Remember, Erin, your school has been moved to (insert name of elementary school here). It burned down in a fire last week." my mom told me.
    I was all ready and everything and I walked to school to make it just before the bell(??) rang. But a few of my friends were standing outside of the door and so I went over to them and talked for probably a half hour. And apparently, none of them were in my first class (even though all of the classes were merged together in one room) but I went in a half hour late anyway.
    When I walked in, there was a teacher who looked like an older version of Courtney (my FOS 1 teacher) who introduced herself as Bubbles. She handed me a hat and told me to pick a paper and that would tell me where to sit.
     Somehow, I ended up in the very back of the classroom (which was actually reallllllllllllllllllllllly far back because it was the size of like, five classrooms all in one line). I had to sit at a table with people who I was really good friends with in elementary school, but when middle school came around, it was like they hated me. I'm not naming any names. My little brother was in the front. The room seemed to be organized by age, though seats were picked randomly.
    So I was sitting there and Bubbles was shouting back at my grade what our assignment was. We were supposed to work with our table groups, but the people at my table had started without me, so I decided to work alone. And while I was sitting there, working like the good student I am, I heard them whispering things like "Why is she even sitting with us? That loser." and "Augh, why does she even bother going to school?".
    So I stood up and somehow I was like, twice as tall as I actually am. I started screaming at them and the whole room went silent. They randomly disappeared, so I sat down inthe middle of the table where they had been and kept on working.
    Bubbles was giving us another assignment when I woke up.

My other dream...

    I was working in a movie theater. I was working at the ticket counter and I was wearing the uniform and everything, but I didn't have a nametag. I was really jealous of my friends who also worked there that had nametags. They were really amazing nametags because if you looked really hard at the first letter of your name which was bigger than the rest, you could see a picture of you.
    So I decided that I needed a nametag, and after what I could only guess as another Twilight movie coming out, I confronted my boss. She was really short, old, fat and wore a leopord print shirt with a little-kid type flowered skirt. For some reason, that really bothered me.
    She took me to this security guard guy and he looked at her all annoyed-like and then she said 'Flatulence is not good for women.' and he grinned at her and they took me to this room to get my nametag.
    Instead of getting my nametag, I was thrown into a really deep ball pit and I sunk to the bottom. I plopped out into a car and my boss lady was driving me. She was eating gummy bears and accidentally threw one out the window, so she slowed down, opened her door and grabbed it from the ground as we went past. She started to eat it, and then fell out. And then I woke up.

The second dream was a little weird, even for me, but I think it's pretty gangster.