What important things have I learned after finishing two of my four years at an alternative high school?

Since I just finished my sophomore year a week ago, I figure now is a good point to make a list of all the important and amazing things I learned at my lovely institution of learning.

• Shoes are optional. However, there must be a layer between your feet and the ground. Duct taping the school newspaper to the bottoms of your feet is sufficient.
• You do not go to a good school unless it has swings in the front and you use them after school, between classes and whenever class gets out early.
• Telling the hall-monitor-type-person all about how your family likes to make pot brownies and the hilarity that ensues after is acceptable. He will make fun of you for a while afterwards, though.
• Writing 'SEX—now that I have your attention,' on a poster telling you to submit to the school's literary magazine is not only funny, but effective.
• It is normal for your teacher(s?) to draw a smiley face on the board, label it with your name and then hit it with a yard stick. 
• Or instead of a smiley face, a tree labeled 'The Mighty Pipsqueak'.
• No one really looks twice when you see a teacher and a student racing down the hall on a cart full of laptops and a scooter, respectively.
• Watching anime during your free block is fun. Especially when three people walk over to you, ask what you're watching and recognize it and/or join in watching.
• A pizzarito is a mostly acceptable form of snack for forum. (Pizzarito: see the disfigured and disgusting cross between a pizza crust and a burrito filling. So much sour cream.)
• It is entertaining to pillage my classmates by running around in a longboat that we made at nine in the evening with my fellow vikings.
• Quidditch matches draw the attention of the entire school.
• If the theater director tells you to put the pot next to the beer and then screw in the pot, you do not question him.
• Haribo, a kiwi and chocolate are an acceptable lunch.
• People walking down the hall in a bear suit are often praised.
• Lady Gaga wins the talent show every time.
• Singing a two or more part song from Dr. Horrible is often met with people joining in the other parts and harmonizing.

This is when I realize that senior year will be full of this.

Last night I submitted an application to this fabulous liberal arts academy. I entered a contest last year for a thirty thousand dollar scholarship for my writing. I was like 'eh, it's never going to happen, but it'll be fun to just try it out'.

I got an email mid-January telling me 'OH GOLLY YOU NEED TO START PANIC ATTACKING BECAUSE WE'RE GOING TO MAKE YOUR LIFE STRESSFUL AND HAHAHA.' Actually it said that I was a finalist for the thing. It was good at first because it was all YAY HAPPINESS. But then they were all 'we recommend that you come and visit our campus which is a four and a half hour drive from where you live. We also want you to fill out an application to see if you're eligible and that costs a lot of money so HAHAHA. And you need to have it all done in a month.'

So I have been very freaky-outy this last month and there's been finals and a new semester. But I have amazing classes that are amazing (I think that's a given, right?) even though I have epic amounts of homework now.

And I have come to realized that in less than two years, I'll be doing this all over again. Times like, a gazillion. This most definitely gives me hope for my mental stability in the future.

But enough about angst, I need to do an interesting blog post.

I have recently forced my grandmother to read the Uglies trilogy by THE best author out there, Scott Westerfeld. She loves it and is currently on Extras. Next up for her? The Hunger Games. If I can find my copy. I do believe it was stolen by one of my friends and I can't remember to save my life who.

I will finish this post off with some of my favorite words that are known to me in the English language. That I can think of right now, at least.

• Synergy
• Advesperate
• Paradox
• Mystery
• Squish
• Fish
• Omniscient
• Octopus
• Shine
• Chrome
• Recycle
• Fabulous
• Terrific
• Vacuum
• Crotchety
• Word
• Widdershins
• Reality
• Magenta
• Bliss
• Cataclysm
• Neat
• Dandy
• Dictionary
• Barcoded
• Bewitch
• Ergo

And those are all the ones I can think of right now at this very moment. I'm sure there are more. I really love words that sound like their meaning. Y'know?

What have I done tonight? Nothing, really.

So two of my big finals are tomorrow. What did I do to study/do my project?

I...

• Watched The Big Bang Theory, hoping it would make me smarter for science.
• Looked at pictures of Harry Potter characters so I could put them in my powerpoint.
• Glanced at a punnett square or two.
• Lolcat'd.
• Drank grape juice.
• Thought about blogging.
• Actually blogged.
• Chatted with people I used to know on facebook.
• Ran through my little 'i, isti, it, imus, istis, erunt' song in my head so I would remember perfect tense conjugations.
• Made the sexiest powerpoint in the history of ever.
• Rocked out to Ke$ha. (Pronounced KUH-DOLLAR SIGN-HAA!)
• Remembered the parts that I forgot/screwed up on in my scene for my acting final.
• Angsted about the dress I had to wear for you acting final.
• Ate coffee ice cream.

I think that it was very productive.
I really should be off to finish my review sheet for Latin, but y'know, I can do that during the half hour I have from when my bus comes and I need to take the test. And plus, Latin is my one of my best subjects.
What would YOU do?

If you were me, you would sit and find more things to blog about. Such as bucket lists, favorites and kittens. But then fail.

O, then I see Queen Mab hath been with you.

So I'm trying out for Romeo and Juliet tomorrow after school. Not good. I don't have my monologue completely memorized. I was only reminded of my audition by my friend-person, Etsie (also known as the person who cut my hair) when she typed out her monologue on her blog.

So I do believe I'm going to do the same as her to try and memorize it. I've got most of it down, just a bit of word order.

I'm pretty sure I mostly want to be Mercutio. I'm doing the Queen Mab monologue. In my opinion, it's easily the best thing ever written. That doesn't mean that I know what it means. And we have to know what it means. This is a cut-down version of it, because we only have to do twenty lines at the most.

Ready. Set. Go.

O, then I see Queen Mab hath been with you.
She is the faerie's midwife and she comes
In shape no bigger than an agate stone
Drawn with a team of little Atomies
Over men's noses as they lie asleep.
Her chariot is an empty hazelnut,
And in the state she gallops night by night
Through lovers' brains and then they dream of love;
O'er courtier's knees, that dream on curtsies straight;
O'er lawyer's fingers, who straight dream on fees'
O'er ladies' lips, who straight on kisses dream,
Sometimes she driveth o'er a soldier's neck,
And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats
Drums in his ear, at which he starts and wakes,
And thus being frightened swears a prayer or two,
And sleeps again.
This is the hag, when maid lie on their backs,
That presses them and learns them first to bear,
Making them women of good carriage.
This is she

I have to admit that after the soldier's neck part, I kept glancing down at the sheet. I don't think I've got this. Well, I've got lunch tomorrow and time after school to practice. Hopefully my friends will put up with me.

I think I need to type it out one more time. Maybe not with all the capitalization and punctuation being perfect, though. Because I totally went back and made sure it was all good.

O then I see Queen Mab hath been with you. She is the faerie's midwife and comes in shape no bigger than an agate stone. Drawn with a team of little atomies, over men's noses as the lie asleep. Her chariot is an empty hazelnut and in this state, she gallops night by night through lover's brains and then they dream of love. O'er courtier's knees that dream on curtsies straight. O'er lawyer's fingers who straight dream on fees. O'er ladies' lips who straight on kisses dream. Sometimes she driveth o'er a soldier's neck. So then dreams he of cutting foreign throats. Drums in his ear, so that he starts and wakes. And being thus frightened, swears a prayer or two and sleeps again. This is the hag when maids lie on the their backs that presses them and learns them first to bear making them women of good carriage. This is she.


Golly, that one was more from memory than the first time. I was thinking about doing it again, but my hands hurt and it's past midnight and I think I need to do other homework.

I'll start on my lists of favorites soon.

Little Shop o' Horrors!

My school did Little Shop and I went to see it today and it was really amazing and stuff.

And I was going to blog about something really amazing that I can't remember, but I just realized the piles of homework that I have and I should probably try and get that done.

So I think everyone will have to like, eat a bacon or something, because I won't be blogging until Tuesday, at the least.

Homework? Cleaning my room? PSH. Writhe in pain? Bill Kaulitz? YES.

I have serveral confessions to make.


I have an unhealthy obsession with Bill Kaulitz. I mean, who wouldn't? He's absolutely beautiful.


I have a fake-diseasle called costochondritis, which basically means that my ribs hate me so much and just inflict pain on me whenever they want to. I take painkillers on a regular basis to dull the knives jabbing into my chest. Sometimes I can't remember to save my life if I took it when I'm trying to remember if I did an hour after I'm supposed to, so I don't take it because I'm afraid that I'll die because I took too much.

A hot water bottle has recently become my new best friend.

I haven't cleaned my room since summer. That translates to clothes, books, papers, dust jackets, sticky notes, nail polish, notebooks, CDs, socks, a Bubbles wig, DVDs, and the occasional zerbra snuggie (see that picture? That is totally me) are everywhere. I promised my mother that my room would be clean once NaNo was over, but look, it's over and my room is still hideous.


I promised several friends that I would lend them copies of books I own, but I keep losing them in my room, so I make up excuses that other people have them. Which is some of the time true.

I have a failing (quarter) grade in both science and math. Science because I turned everything in and maybe forgot to put my name on it and maybe because my teacher has yet to grade more than two things for the quart. Math because I hate geometry and because the teacher never gives due dates and I don't know when to turn things in.

I am currently convinced that I am going to die because of my diseasle. It's so painful and I keep crying and the only time it doesn't hurt is when I'm sleeping. If I can get to sleep with the stabbies.

I recently won NaNo and stopped writing my novel, even though I easily have 25k more words to write because my plot is so long and complicated.

The end.

My mother almost kinda-sorta could have run over an old man on Saturday.

I am very well aware that it's been...er... more than a week since I last blogged. I feel quite terrible about it. But I do not feel terrible that I am actually doing my homework and I'm doing extracurricular things as well. And I'm not being the anti-social person I was last year, cause last year I would go home as soon as school was over and just sleep.

Also, I was planning on posting this two days ago (Saturday) but then Blogger decided to hate me and when it started working again, Firefox quit, so I took it as a sign that I was not meant to blog that night.

So. Attention all ye stalkers. I'm going to be giving hints whereish I liveish. Not really kinda. But if you're an amazing stalker, then I bet you can figure it out. Not that I'm inviting you to do that or anything. But yeah. But I'm only giving this disclaimer because I have a flag counter that says that I have viewers from other countries. So maybe people other than my friends read this.

So. We live in a town where we have obnoxious football fans storming the stadium once a week during the fall. And it just so happens that my mother's friend from like... middle school that she still nerds with weekly is a policey person who has to make sure people don't get themselves run over. And so my mother decides most every week to be a nice person and bring her hot chocolate or chocolate or something yummy so that she doesn't die. I'm always forces along because my mother has to drive and I hop out and we meet at a secret location.

On this occasion, people were being stupider than usual and biking into the street in front of us while we're going pretty fast and they're walking in the street and augh. And we were stopped kinda close to where my mom's friend was. So I was all 'Hey, I'll just get out now, toodles.'

AND THERE'S THIS OLD MAN ON THE SIDEWALK. And I don't know what he's doing. Right before I got out, it looked like he was going in a circle or something. And when I got out, I think I might have freaked him out or something, and he fell in front of my mother's car. She was stopped. But he was still on the ground. And I was just standing there with my jaw on the ground, holding a hot cocoa while some smart people from the sidewalk help him up. And my mom told me to leave the scene of the crime, which I totally think was illegal or something. And I delivered the hot cocoa all shocked-like.

That was my little adventure of the week.

I'm home sick today from school since my darling wifey probably gave me her disease. I have the icky sore throat and I couldn't sleep at all last night. And I think I will wrap up this post so that I can eat ice cream and watch a sick movie.

I often have weird reasons for hating things like superman ice cream, mangas and Oscar the Grouch.

I totally hate superman ice cream. But not for the reason you might think. I don't think it tastes all that terrible. It's okay and has a weird aftertaste.

My real reason for hating/giving up hope in superman ice cream when I was a child was because I was pissed off that it didn't turn me into superman. So I decided to hate superman ice cream for all time. And I was only reminded of it today when all the little children at my cousin's birthday party wanted superman ice cream. Prepare to be disappointed, little children things. I hope they know that their hopes and dreams and everything that they ever wanted will be soon ripped to shreds. Just like what happened to me.

I hated Oscar the Grouch when I was little for one irrational reason. I hate that ugly color green. It's like.... vomit. And baby-food peas. And death. All mixed together with a hideous voice.

I cannot stand most mangas. They're so vague. I have to have things spelled out for me to understand, so mangas are not necessarily my strongest point. The worst thing is that all my friends read mangas obsessively and are always discussing it and I want to watch the anime of it, but they seem to tell me not to because it's either so different or it sucks really badly. But, in other news, LOOK UP. IT'S LOVELESS. PEDO!!! That is one manga I actually might try and read. I might annoy my friends horribly, though.

Also, I seem to have given up all hope in blogging. School has sucked all possible life from me. I'm channeling my life into other fabulous things, though. So it's kind of okayish. Maybe. I'm trying to figure out what my next poll should be.

Sometimes I hate how it makes sense in my life to say "Don't fling sushi into the elevator shaft."

It's sad that things like sushi and elevator shafts often come together into the same sentence. When they really shouldn't.

The first week of school is over. According to my Latin teacher, there are only thirty-five weeks left of school now. Scoreee.

I really have nothing to blog about. My brain has been focusing on school and reading and things of that nature.

I might post a review tomorrow on a book that I just finished called The Lathe of Heaven by Ursula K. Le Guin. If I can get a firmer grasp on the entire thing. It's really confusing.

It's lovely to officially say that I am no longer a freshman.

Sophomore, I am.

I have a giant S thing for sophomore. I don't know why. But I know that I didn't want to choose the first hit on google when you search 'sophomore' because it's of two chicks with their shirts off on top of a bridge over a highway.

And I am so tired from the first day of schoolness and junk that I am going to fall asleep before double digit hours.

You may be arrested if you wear hideously colored clothing.

So... school starts tomorrow. I definitely won't be able to blog every day. So I have decided that I will blog on Tuesdays, Thursdays, Fridays and Saturdays. Maybe the occasional Sunday. I do know that I WILL blog four times a week.

Anyways, I have decided that for the first day tomorrow, I will paint my nails rainbow. Since that's the only day I ever bother trying to paint my nails. I have more important things to paint other days.
I've had to alter the rainbow for ten fingers, though. It's somewhat terrible because I have no good blues and I might cry.

Earlier I went for a walk with my dog and brother (why him, I don't know, at least he's good at picking up dog poo) around my entire neighborhood. He spat in my face and kicked me several times and failed to control the dog. I totally googlemapped the entire walk and it was four miles.

I was also at the Renaissance Festival and while we were there, we saw someone with such a hideously colored shirt (see: neon yellow-green), much like othe one pictured above. And every time we saw it out of the corner of our eyes, they burned.  So we all chipped in a bit of money and had the girl arrested. I bet she's still confused who had her arrested. And we yelled at a little boy with a similar colored shirt and warned him of what we did to the girl. He and his mother laughed and kept glancing over to the jail nervously.

All in all, today was a pretty fabulous last day of summer.

There are three books that I cannot finish no matter how hard I try.

There are only three books in all of existence that I have tried to read but absolutely could not finish because I thought it was so horrible or I just hated how the story was going. I am planning on trying to finish one of them before Tuesday, though. Maybe. Probably not, though.

Book number one... The strangely semi-popular Eragon series thing. I'll list off all the things that I find wrong with it.

• Wasn't it supposed to be just two books then moved to a triogy and now four? I hate it when authors do that. Like Smeyer. I wouldn't mind it if Suzanne Collins did it. I want another Hunger Games book, possibly from the point of view of Peeta.
• I never really was into the whole fantasy dragon stuff. Sci-fi and supernatural things are more my style. 
• The writing is overly... over. Y'know what I'm talking about, don'tcha?
• He wrote it when he was what... sixteen or seventeen? I've spoken to people before about how people should wait to publish their novels until they're older because their writing style changes and it's all weird. And I've had angsty conversations with Wiffy on this topic. Specifically referencing this author guy. Which I can't remember. Christopher P....
• The intro is so long and boring. I just remember just a flood of detail and I was what... eleven or twelve when I tried to read it? I don't care about all the whatevers of the forest and all the complicated things that I can't be bothered to remember now. I just know that there was a rock/egg thing.

I can't think of anything else at the moment. But I have to say that there is one thing that I admire about the author guy. Apparently it's been two years since his last book came out and people are going insane waiting for the fourth and he's not succumbing to the pressure, which is what I think Suzanne Collins did. That's probably why Hunger Games was the best of the trilogy because she had no one to bother her about finishing it but herself. And Catching Fire she had a lot of people which was why the time in the arena was so short. And before Mockingjay there we so many rabid fans, we can say safely that the reason that the ending was so rushed and Finnick didn't even get a paragraph was because she has succumbed to pressure.

Every girl reads the second book in elementary school/middle school. My friends were always talking about it and when they asked me what I thought of it, I always shrugged it off and said that I didn't really like it. They ignored me and continued. I never really opened a copy of The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants until I got it for Christmas from my grandparents two years ago. Whuppee. I decided that I had nothing better to do over winter break, so I tried to read it. I could not get past the tenth page, I just hated the writing style so much. And it was just so cliched. I don't mind the movie, though. I watch it occasionally on sick days along with the Harry Potter movies, Finding Nemo, The Emperor's New Groove and Charlie's Angels.

The third book I read last summer along with its prequel, Peeps. It's by Scott Westerfeld and it's called The Last Days. I don't know why I hated it so much. Scott Westerfeld is one of my heroes and I love all of his books. Except that one. It just bothered me so much. I totally know what happens, though, since Wiffy told me.

And now, since it's one in the morning and I plan to get up early to go biking for a long time and then BBQ and then dance in the streets, I shall retire. Also, please vote on my villain poll.

P.S., school starts the day after tomorrow.

P.P.S., I want a pet octopus.

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.

Unnatural things like guyliner, Sweedish Fish and gay marriage should not be allowed in the United States.

 Other unnatural things such as toothpaste, the internet and paper plates should be banned.

Here is a lovely list that my lovely friend, Lydia posted on facebook and then said it would be a fabulous idea to post on here.

1) Gay marriage is not natural, and, as Americans, we reject unnatural things like eyeglasses, polyester, and liposuction.

2) Gay marriage will encourage straight people to be gay in the same way that hanging around tall people makes you tall.

3) Legalizing gay marriage will open the door to all kinds of crazy behavior. People may even wish to marry their pets because dogs have legal standing and can sign a marriage contract.

4) Straight marriage has been around a long time and hasn't changed at all. Women are still property, blacks can't marry whites, and divorce is still illegal.

5) Straight marriages would be less meaningful if gay marriage was allowed. The sanctity of Brittany Spear's 55 hour just-for-fun marriage would be destroyed.

6) Straight marriages are valid because they produce children. Gay couples, infertile couples, and old people shouldn't be allowed to marry because our orphanages aren't full yet and the world needs more children.

7) Obviously, gay parents will raise gay children because straight parents only raise straight children.

8) Gay marriage is not supported by religion. In a theocracy like ours, the values of one religion are imposed upon an entire country. That's why we only have one religion in America.

9) Children can never succeed without a male and female figure in a home. That's why we as a society expressly forbid single parents to raise children.

10) Gay marriage would change the foundation of society; we could never adapt to new social norms. Just like we haven't adapted to cars, the service-sector economy, or longer life spans.

I think that was lovely. Don't you think that was lovely? I do.

I also think that it is getting kinda late and I have listened to Defying Gravity one too many times and my father keeps on poking his head in my room and keeps on telling me to sleep. BUT I SHANT.

Today is the last Sunday that I'll be able to stay up late and sleep in the next day. Next Sunday night, I'll be struggling to get my sleep schedule back to one that is considered somewhat normal. While I'm doing that, I'll probably be experiencing severe symptoms of withdrawl. Yes, you can have withdrawl from going to sleep at a different time than normal, it happens to me every year.

I think I said yesterday or the day before that I'd do something about school years resolutions, so that will be tomorrow, fo sho.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ZOE!

Today is Zoe's birthday. Zoe is my last remaining friend who lives in my neighborhood. We no longer go to school together, but we still talk to each other and tonight (in about a half hour, actually) we're going to eat at her house with another friend person.

So even though Zoe probably doesn't read my blog, I'm going to write her a haiku.

Birthdays are fun and
junk so you better have a
fabulous birthday.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ZOE!


In case you are scrolling down, trying to figure out where the rest of my fabulous post is, there's no more because I need to go party at Zoe's house. TOODLES!

This post somehow turned into a scary story that I heard in second grade.

I have been listening to Lady Gaga non-stop for the past three days. At least when I can get my hands on music.

 The days left of summer are slowly dripping by, like those last drops that just don't want to come off of the faucet. They drip. Drop. Drip. Drop. Slower and slower with each drop.

With each drip. Drop. Drip. Drop, I lose more and more of my focus. Focus that, up until I lost it, helped me write and read and BLOG.

Drip. Drop. Drip. Drop. Have you noticed how my posts have been getting shorter and shorter? It's  because my attention span is leaking. Drip. Drop. I'm trying, though, to mop it up and drink back up my attention. I'll need it for school. If I want to be a good student like I promise myself at the beginning of every year. I'll make a list of things that I fail to keep as promises to myself tomorrow.

Now it's time for a scary story since the drippy metaphor/simile (who freaking cares, they both are comparative) has reminded me. I hope you read the title and know that I was told this in second grade. I was freaked out by it and then soon after, I was telling it to my little brother and back-door neighbor.

It's called DRIP DRIP DRIP.

So there's this little girl, she's seven. I don't know what her name is, but her parents leave her home alone like, all the time. And she's totally cool with it and junk. And there's this police man guy who checks in on her every once in a while. (Guys, this is a scary story, pretend that this could actually happen.)
So one night she's sitting at home watching TV. She's a little freaked out, so when she's freaked out, she sticks her hand under her couch where her dog sleeps, and he licks her hand. About a half hour later, she hears this weird dripping noise. Drip. Drip. Drip. She checks the kitchen and the bathroom faucets. They're not dripping. She shrugs it off and goes back to watching TV. She's a little freaked out again, so she sticks her hand under her couch and her dog licks her hand.
Right then, on TV, a SPECIAL BULLITEN pops up. Apparently, there's a lunatic murder on the loose. She's freaked out again, so she sticks her hand under her couch and her dog licks her hand.
The SPECIAL BULLITEN tells her to board up all doors and windows if you live in a certain area. Turns out, she lived in that area. So the seven-year-old somehow manages to board up the doors and windows.
She sticks her hand under her couch and her dog licks her hand when she's finished. She goes back to watching TV.
She hears the drip. Drip. Drip. Drip again. She checks the bathtub, the toilet, the washing machine, anything that could be making that noise. Nothing.
She goes back to watching TV again and she sticks her hand under her couch and her dog licks her hand.
There's a pounding at the door and she hears the familiar voice of the police man guy yelling for her to unboard the door because he needs to talk to her. She does as she is told and he comes inside and tells her to sit on the couch. She sticks her hand under her couch and her dog licks her hand. She asks the police man guy what's happening and he tells her that he thinks that he found the murderer.
There's a scurrying sound from behind the couch and he runs off yelling that she shouldn't look up. Being a seven-year-old girl, she's curious. So she looks up and her dog is hanging from the ceiling fan, blood falling, going... Drip. Drip. Drip.

THE END!

I hope you all enjoyed that.


And I hope you all know that I just typed that up at closed to three in the morning so even though I've gotten over my fear of that story in the third grade, it's starting to freak me out a bit. So that was for you. If I have nightmares tonight and if I can't get to sleep, I blame the people who read this.

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.

Happy Friday the thirteenth!

If you have not ever seen a meteor shower in your young/old life, I command you to immediately go watch one the next time one's all meteory. And make sure to bring a half billion of your friends because it definitely would not have been as fun as it was without them.

I officially love my little brother because of what he made me promise before I left. "Erin, promise me that if one of the meteors falls and you catch it, you'll bring it home so that we can make a space sword." How beautiful is that? Coolest little boy ever.

I love Friday the thirteenth. It seems to always be a lucky day for me. I'm waiting for something fabulous to happen. I guess seeing that meteor shower was pretty fabulous, but I need MOAR.

...Several hours later...

DURN IT. Nothing. Ah, well, there's always the next time.

Ten days until Mockingjay comes out. I am super mega epically GEEKED OUT.

Less than a month until school starts. I'm thinking that I'll be blogging every other day during the school week and then both Saturday and Sunday.

Because I am a lazy person and I got only an hour of sleep last night (while on the lumpy ground and mosquitoes were buzzing in my ear) and a few earlier today for a nap, I am not going to blog any more. I may or may not have a long post tomorrow because some relative-y type people are in town and we are hanging with them.

I will end with this lovely picture that my wife (she's not my ex-wife anymore!) linked me to.