School year resolutions are for people who want to feel accomplished.

So every year I seem to have the same set of school year resolutions that I break in the first day. Or something. Here's my list of what I can remember. I usually end up adding on to it on the first day.

I always promise myself that I will....

• Do my homework.
• Try and join clubs/afterschool things.
• Make new friend peoples.
• Do my homework.
• Get good grades.
• Make a good impression on my new teachers.
• Do my homework.
• Try and give a good effort to participate in class.
• Be a good student.
• Do my homework.
• Get rid of my bad habit of staying up too late on school nights.

I think that's all I can think of.

I usually break all of those on the first day, so I don't know why I keep trying. And for some reason, my brain has been telling me recently that this year I should really try with my homework. I do it sometimes. Most of the time. I just don't put much effort in.

My entire week up until school starts (technically it's a week from today, actually) is completely booked. Babysitting, friends, babysitting, friends, my grandma's birthday, etc. So I am trying to figure out how I'm going to get everything I want done this summer done in the next week.

In other news, it's been a week since Mockingjay came out and I am probably even more disturbed after a week of letting it sink in.

I've become really lazy with this blog recently. I haven't done anything interesting. I'll do it later. Like... tomorrow. I will spend all night tomorrow working on it rather than listening to Defying Gravity a billion times mixed in with A Very Potter Musical. I will do something extremely interesting tomorrow. I have yet to figure out what.  I also really want to see Wicked recently.

Quotey quote quote!

I know I promised a long post. Too bad. I'm addicted to everything. Neopets, facebook, etc. So instead of a normal post, you're going to get quotes from my favorite books, past and present.

David was uglier than she remembered. InTally's ugly-prince dreams, his imbalanced features had never been so disjointed, his unsurged teeth never so crooked or discolored. He looked no worse than Sussy or Dex, city kids who'd grown up with toothpaste pills and sunblock patches.
But this was David after all.
Even after her time with the villagers, many of them toothless and scarred, his face sent a shock through her. Not because he was hideous—he wasn't—but because he was simply ... unimpressive.
Not an ugly prince. Just ugly.
~Pretties by Scott Westerfeld.

But I'm not naked. I'm in a dress of the exact design of my wedding dress, only it's the color of coal and made of tiny feathers. Wonderingly, I lift my long, flowing sleeves into the air, and that's when I see myself in the television screen. Clothed in black except for the white patches on my sleeves. Or should I say my wings.
Because Cinna has turned me into a mockingjay.
~Catching Fire by Suzanne Collins.

If you are interesting in stories with happy endings, you would be better off reading some other book. In this book, not only is there no happy ending, there is no happy beginning and very few happy things in the middle. This is because not very many happy things happened in the lives of the three Baudelaire youngsters. Violet, Klaus and Sunny Baudelaire were intelligent children, and they were charming, and resourceful, and had pleasant facial features, but they were extremely unlucky, and most everything that happened to them was rife with misfortune, misery, and despair. I'm sorry to tell you this, but that is how the story goes.
~The Bad Beginning by Lemony Snicket.

If Peeta and I were both to die, or they thought we were...
My fingers fumble with the pouch on my belt, freeing it. Peeta sees it and his hand clamps on my wrist. "No, I won't let you."
"Trust me," I whisper. He holds my gaze for a long moment then lets me go. I loosen the top of the pouch and pour a few spoonfuls of berries into his palm. Then I fill my own. "On the count of three?"
Peeta leans down and kisses me once, very gently. "The count of three," he says.
We stand, our backs pressed together, our empty hands locked tight.
"Hold them out. I want everyone to see," he says.
I spread out my fingers, and the dark berries glisten in the sun. I give Peeta's hand one last squeeze as a signal, as a good-bye, and we begin counting. "One." Maybe I'm wrong. "Two." Maybe they don't care if we both die. "Three!" It's 'too late to change my mind. I lift my hand to my mouth, taking one last look at the world. The berries have just passed my lips when the trumpets begin to blare.
~The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins.

The early summer sky was the color of cat vomit. Of course, Tally thought, you'd have to feed your cat only salmon- flavored cat food for a while, to get the pinks right. The scudding clouds did look a bit fishy, rippled into scales by a high- altitude wind. As the light faded, deep blue gaps of night peered through like an upside- down ocean, bottomless and cold.
~Uglies by Scott Westerfeld.

That's all I got for y'alls. Now toodles, because I need to sleep.

Today's fish is trout a la creme.

I don't remember why that popped into my head. My dad probably said it today.

I feel like there's not much to say today except for the few things following this. Expect this to be a short post.

Doctors are sadistic. I mean, they stab you with pieces of metal and make you bleed or put stuff into you. And it's painful. I'm feeling this way because today, I went to the doctor for a check-up-type-thing and they stabbed me. TWICE. I mean, if they wanted me to die, they could have slit my wrists or something. But NOOOOOOOOOOO they had to stab me. And needles in my book are the worst things to ever be created.

I think that's all I really have to say. I'm just a lazy person today, but I promise you three or four readers that I will have an ultra-fabulous long one tomorrow. :D

Oh! That reminds me, I want to know how many people read this as of now, so when you read this, please comment with just like, your name or whatever. Or some random sentence. Or what you want me to blog about next. :D I would love all of you guys forever if you did that.