dammit

kdfjaldkjfalk;
I let the number getting higher. again.
rawrgh.
I'm going to florida on monday. I'm so flippin excited.
ah, consistent sun, a real reason to wear shorts, humidy and sunny and beachy goodness.
the best part: my parents aren't coming with me.
i'm staying with my aunt, who is about the coolest person ever. Like, I adore the rest of my extended family, and i'm not saying favorites or anything, but she's like, legit, really cool.
she's a fabric conservationist (i don't think that's the title.. but you get the idea) and she works on pieces for museums, like she's taken care of princess diana's dresses, president roosevelt's teddy bear, african tribal outfits, you get the idea, but that stuff just really interests me. i mean, i'd never have the patience to do that myself, all the tiny stiching and bead work and little details, but it's all so cool...
huzzah!

...:)

120 days.
tomorrow makes 121.
tomorrow makes 4 months.
that's how long i've been dating [later edit:] ABUSIVE MEGASHIT. isn't that insane?
like, really, the most insane thing you've ever heard.
i don't know if i've even liked anyone else exclusively for this long in the past threeish years, doesn't that freak you out?
it kind of freaks me out.
i also feel really lucky.

posts to go: still four... sigh.
music: down to the river to pray from o brother where art thou? (rory's watching it in the next room)
food: i don't know but it was cool.

why my english teacher might be my favorite teacher

i actually don't really know what i want to say here. i mean. i like that he really encourages me to write. and i feel like when i do homework in his class or write stuff, i'm not doing it to get it done, i actually care what i'm writing about and i want to make him proud of me, and i think that's the only teacher that has made me really really want to do good. that's something, right?
anywho. this is my ninth post. it's the 13th. that means... i have four more posts? after this one? damn. the number never goes down.

posts to go: 4
music: .44 caliber love letter, alexisonfire
most recent food item: broccoli kiesh... or however you spell it. noms.

Why My Social Studies Teacher Should Not Be Allowed to Teach

Alex v: what's the difference between compassion and passionate???
Mr. Gross: uuuuhhhhhh. Compassionate is to feel strongly about something. Passionate...... is the act of being compassionate.
this post is to be short and sweet. i want y'all to revel in the horribleness this quote reveals.

Music?

alrighty then. just plowin' on through.
my recently obtained music is basically limited to the morning bender's new album and ben fold's (feat regina spektor) you don't know me.
i know.
it's sad.
not so much the morning benders. that's all cool, but the ben folds. that happened like a year ago, and i'm just getting it. yeeeahhhh.
in addition to the you don't know me, though, i'm also getting into whatever and ever amen and yes alice, if you're reading this and scowling, you probably have been listening to ben folds since before i was born, i'm so ashamed... blah blah blah.
hmmm. what else. algernon cadwallader. i like them. and i've started listening to gangster rap?
hahaha. just kidding. sorta.
when rory drives me to school we like to be ironic suburban white kids in a '93 volvo pumping each bass note of 'damn it feels good to be a gangster' like it's its last. this little ditty is my favourite. yep.
i think that may be it. i shan't rant on. that's not how i do.

I wanted to blog about college... i think?

mmmkay.
so. college.
the inevitable institution looming in my future.
i despise it.
no. i don't think i meant that. college is supposed to be a lovely experience... all campusy and learny and thinky and experimenty. it's the treachorous preparation that freaks me out. APs, SATs, ACTs, extracurriculars, exciting summer plans, volunteer work, GPAs, applications, essays, rejection, tuition. my mom even wants me to graduate a year early. which i am against. all my friends are against, my brother is against, and even my father is against. she's crazy. aw well.
jeezum crow, i feel so underprepared. i'm not doing anything all that exciting this summer. i mean, i'm traveling a bit, i'm volunteering a lot and i'm taking a week-long writing course. that's it. and that, my mother brought up isn't a lot. i don't feel like i need to fill that void, this'll be the first summer that i've had, not all filled up with random shit for me to do. but the other thing my mother said was that i have this summer and the next to do stuff for my applications.
isn't that so bleak?
i shouldn't do stuff because i want to, rather, i should do them because the admissions offices want me to.
now, don't get me wrong, i'm terribly greatful for this opportunity to be able to get a higher education... but really, in college i'll run into the same process, at the end, with internships and job experience and more applications... oy. i feel to young for this. really, i do.
if you haven't noticed, in these blogs i'm more just reflecting for myself... don't blame me, i'm writing fast and i have lots of stuff on my mind. i don't really talk about stuff that matters anymore.

posts to go: no idea
current music: the rainbow connection, kermit the frog
recent eats: salad with a greeky kind of dressing, noms

FOBROOO

THIS IS MY 100TH POST. yaaaaaay. i feel like it should be more exciting than this, but i can't think of anything particularly interesting or nostalgic about this blog.
so, last last night, i went to see forbidden broadway. it was fabulous. the people involved in it are all so talented, i'm really just in awe. it was kind of hilarious as well, and kelsey claire looks adorable in a fat suit. (that's not our production... but still. fat suits. andrew and peter didn't look quite as adorable as kelsey in their fat suits.) and dazmann was lovely, as the cats dude.
okay, i'm just saying how wonderful everyone was.
this is pointless, but really it was so so so good.
something else with which i can make this post better!
erm... i went to an art show last night? it was interesting. my parents told the people that i was a college student so i could get in for cheaper. they believed them. i dunno. it was cool. lots of really good art, rory was in it, lots of thick-rimmed glasses, vintagey flowered dresses, oxford pumps (i really really want a pair of these. i'm not sure how i would wear them because i don't really wear heels... and i live at school, but they are so cool) cardigans, leather belts, flannel shirts, skinny jeans. it was all mad deck (look at me, whippin' out my hipster slang) and everyone looked all individual and creative and artsy... but it was also really the same, because they were all the same mold of different.
i saw two girls that really reminded me of lucy and olivia from gilmore girls...
i'm sleepy, i think ima leave now,
posts to go: no clue
current music: every man has a molly, say anything

Will Grayson, Will Grayson: My Reaction

I don't really know the point of this post. i'm not quite sure.
i just wanna say how profoundly this book effected me at this point in my life.
like i said down there, in my last post, it's all about love and friendship and the nature of truth in these things and dead cats and alive cats and whether or not they're still mewing. i dunno, i've been going through... a confused patch? nothing's bad, i'm just... fumbling for answers. i dunno. i don't think i really wanna say anything else, other than that. just kidding. i'm done. i just wanna say this, my favorite quote from the book, other than "naughty, naughty, clavicle" (page 69).
"when things break, it's not the actual breaking that prevents them from getting back together again. it's because a little piece gets lost - the two remaining ends couldn't fit together even if they wanted to. the whole shape has changed."
isn't this the truest thing you've ever heard?

Posts to go: 7 still, right? i have no idea.
music: a well respected man the kinks.
i just ate: a boysenberry yogurt. YUM.
ps. I'M MEETING A NERDFIGHTER TOMORROW. ONE I MET ON THE INTERNET. WGWG SPOILER ALERT: (don't worry, i probably won't die. and it probably won't turn out to be the gloomy girl that wants to date me and pretended to be her to get closer to me. just kidding. will grayson will grayson reference anyone?) I FEEL SO EXHILARATED!

Will Grayson, Will Grayson: A Review

Exploring the true nature of love, friendship and truth, will grayson, will grayson is arguably the best book i've read this month... not that there's much competition.
I adored john's portions of the book, i loved the cat thing, and everything, but i really enjoy david levithan's as well. I was surprised, as the nick and norah's connection wasn't really made until after i loved him. before, i was skeptical... but i soon changed my mind. i loved isaac, i was devasted when we found out his true identity. despite slight problems with the writing (really, it wasn't anything, but the killing people bit was a tosh overdone... i don't have the book with me to quote, but it was all like 'i decided not to kill a bunch of people' or 'i'm either gonna kill myself or a bunch of people' i dunno, that's not really what it said, but seriously?) that was pretty much my only issue, theres were some part of the book that was a bit unbelievable for me. but otherwise, i really liked how david's part was all in lowercase, and how his name kind of looks like leviathan... yeah. good stuff.
anyway, i really liked the book, i adore the story and the message and the set up. I managed to really connect with the book... which i suppose i'll explain next post, if i have the ballz to post it. I have to go, i'm going to an art show... which rory's in, and he's showing the picture of me he made

posts to go: 7
current music: since u been gone, a day to remember

A Journey to Cleveland

Well then, last weekend, off i was to jolly old cleveland, with many a surprise a-waitin' for me.
My grandmother's gotten a lot better. She really has. She has demensia and whatnot, and last time we made the journey, she had no idea who any of us really were... i think, she may have but she didn't stay awake long enough, and she couldn't really talk, and she couldn't walk either. But yeah, she was alright. She suggested we sing her a rousing chorus of "Happy Birthday Dear Dog" despite the absence of any dogs and she made up a couple words during the course of lunch.
Then of course, there was the easter egg dyeing, which featured an egg label 'poop' a cracked egg painted to be a smiley with head trauma (the head trauma falling on the cracked side, i know, i'm a genius) and the good old hammer and sickle egg. (compliments of me, as my father wasn't there to make a good 'ole swastica egg, i kid you not, that was his contribution last year.) after the coloring, the egg hunt commenced. At one point, my cousin found an egg, which dropped to the ground as she discovered it, i was fairly close to the ground, so i picked it up. she accused me of fighting her, and decided to reenact the 'fight' by pushing me over the couch back and elbowing me in the face. This woulda been okay at like age five or six, but i'm 14 and my cousin's in her late thirties. yeah.
anyways... that was about the extent of the hub bub up in ohio.
it was a lovely trip.

posts to go: 8
current music: Teenaged Mutant Ninja Turtles, Horse the Band
Love all,
kjadf;kljsa;klfj

crap, i forgot... again

well well well..
it always seems this happens.
my dearest friend, alice, texted me a while ago, asking if i was doing blog more frequently this april... or whatever it's called. and that really sounds lovely, and i really wanted to do it, but alas... it's april 10... and i've blogged 0 times. craaam. anyways.... what can i tell you about? i need to think of 10 more blog posts, stat.
what does stat even mean? okay. an outline of my next 9 blog posts, that i hope to write... by the end of tonight.....
1. my time in cleveland
2. will grayson will grayson: a review
3. will grayson will grayson: how it effected me (this may just end up a part of the former, i don't know, it may just be to gosh-darned personal for me to say it in any other way than off-handedly
4. forbidden broadway: a review
5. The Inevitable: College
6. Recently Favorite Music (not that there is much... just searching for topics....)
7. Why my social studies teacher shouldn't be allowed to teach social studies: A list
8. Why my english teacher might be my favorite english teacher: A list
9. Murie and Brett's Grand Old List of pointy things
10. Something else....?