Blogger Family Q&A

This is the last day of BEDA, and surprisingly I made it to the end. Despite having a few filler posts, I feel like my overall content was decent. Blogging everyday was definitely a challenge though. 

Favorite thing to drink on a hot summer's day.

Iced Thai tea

What's your favorite outfit?

My black cotton dress with black cotton mary janes. Yes. I might as well be a designer.

If you could only pick one book to recommend to the world, what would it be and why?

The Fountainhead by Ayn Rand, because you'll either love it or hate it. It makes you think.

What is your favorite mythical animal?

Kelpie

What one thing makes you smile the most?

My little bro

If you had a beard, what would you name it?

Baldacchino

What quality is required in a friend?

Honesty, and the ability to hear the truth

What movie makes you cry every time you watch it?

Pride and Prejudice (Knightly & McFayden)

What food are you a boss at making? ex: pancakes, guac, cupcakes, etc.

Egg Rolls

What is your favorite article of clothing?

These jeans I got at Target for $6

What is your least favorite sound and your favorite smell.

My least favorite smell is old gym (the musty moldy kind) and I hate the sound of squeaking chairs

N*Sync or The Backstreet Boys?

Gotta stick with my man JT and pick N*Sync

Tell about a time you felt you were exactly where you were supposed to be.

I was five, and I was sharing a cookie with my friend Scotty during our busy-buddy-bee church group. Back then it was a big no-no to 1) eat outside of snack time and 2) talk to boys without an adult nearby. Even at that age, I knew all the rules that I grew up around were silly, so I chose to live outside of them. But I don't think I've ever felt that satisfied or just, no-strings-attached happy since then. For some reason I felt like I was where I needed to be, doing what I was supposed to be doing. I am a rebel.

Do you believe in life after death?

I believe in something after death. Perhaps.

What fiction character(s) do you identify with the most?

Elizabeth from My Blueberry Nights & Norah from Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist

If you could be any animal for a day, what would you be?

A Squirrel

Describe your dream life. (Because daydreaming is my favorite.)

I would graduate college and quickly land a job either as an intern for an awesome magazine or publication company, or as Anderson Cooper's personal assistant. I would live with 2 really good friends in a flat that was filled with art, good music, and an awesome kitchen. In my free time I would haunt my local book/coffee shops and write witty scripts for a comedy show that I was going to do. Also, my boyfriend would have a crazy awesome lumberjack beard and would watch sci-fi shows with me.

What are you most afraid of?

The after life

What classes would you want to take at Hogwarts?

Herbology! Quidditch! DADA!

If you backpacked across Europe, where would you start and end?

I would start in Slovenia and end up in Italy :)

What's your main goal in life?

To make a change.

What's your favourite song?

Short Skirt/Long Jacket - Cake

Do you believe in god/ a higher being? If you do, at what point have felt the closest to him/her?

Yes, but I haven't had much spiritual awareness. I once had my palm read and I was told that I would live a spiritually lacking life.

What superpower would you want and why?

The power to apparate. Haha, even though it's more or a wizard thing...

If you could alter any moment in your life, which would you?

I wouldn't altar anything.

Have you ever seen a ghost or had any supernatural experience?

When I was younger, I would see faces and people in trees, especially at night. My parents chalked it up as an overactive imagination, but I distinctly remember being a little scared, and if I had to go outside at night time I would close my eyes and cling tight to whomever I was outside with because of the faces.

Anyways, I really wish I could have done a vlog, but you know--- Time is fleeting!

Headache

I'm home now, but I'm too tired to make a legit post :/

Rest assured though, because tomorrow I'll be doing the blogfam Q&A! :)

Also, I have a really bad headache. And my little sister is acting like a bitch.

ATX 1 (in pictures and bullets)

•  Woke up at 6 a.m.
• Drove to the UT Austin campus
• Saw a lot of docile squirrells
• Acted like a gangsta (rns)
• Led in a panel discussion
• Visited the capital
• #YOLO
• Build a fort in the hotel room (Ft. Femme Gossip)

ATX

I’m in ATX!

I don’t really know why, but nothing this year feels particularly special. It’s weird being the older kid on trips. In fact, I think I may be the oldest kid on this trip.

But do you get what I mean? It’s weird to have people look at you and categorize you as the “older kid”.
GAH. I’m really looking forward to being a freshman again next year.
BTW, we’re staying in a pretty swanky hotel, so I’m mucho excited about spending a night in such a lush environment, surrounded my snooty, persnickety people.
p.s. More pictures to come.

Guess what?

I'M GOING TO BE IN AUSTIN TOMORROW. AT 6 P.M. AND THEN ALL DAY SATURDAY FOR ILPC.

TEXAS FTW!!

Workin'

I apologize for the sorry lighting and bad focus, I used a substandard camera to take these photos.

So. I should be studying/reading for my exams in 2 weeks, but all I wanna do is paint stuff for my etsy shop :/

Loquats and Pie

This entire week is my state's testing week, meaning that a lot of injustice is going on concerning seniors. Seniors that don't have any AP classes get to lounge around at home until noon when testing is over while AP students have to come in at regular time for AP review. :/ Yeah. It sucks.

People that are doing the bare minimum get rewarded, while the AP kids wither away in a corner, trying to cram before exams in 2 weeks. But like this one girl in my AP Art History class said, someone has to bring me my pizza on the weekend.

 ANYWAYS. After school I stayed after for an additional 3 hours worth of studying in my AP Environmental Science class and refreshed myself about the nitrogen cycle.

This one guy Zhang brought some loquats from his tree and they were DELICIOUS. Guys. If you have the chance, try one of these suckers because they're so yummy.

yummmy yummmy 

After my classmates and I gorged ourselves on loquats we studied for about half an hour, and then our teacher gave us some homemade chocolate pie. Yes. My teacher made us yummy pie. And right now, I'm at home. Craving pie. And loquats.

Oh well. As soon as I got home I planted some loquat seeds, but as to whether or not they'll actually grow, I have no idea.

Seriously guys. Eat a loquat.

Felon magnet

So this is the obligatory BEDA post where I talk about my inability to attract nice, respectable boys because I'm running out of things to talk about.

It is my personal belief that all relationships prior to high school don't count. In high school you start with a virtually clean slate. Everyone is young, dewy, and puberty has either gifted or cursed you.


I escaped puberty relatively unscathed, and I probably would have been excellent dating material if it weren't for the fact that I was addicted to pro wrestling, punk music, and baggy camouflage pants and black t-shirts. Seriously. I pretty much friend-zoned myself from any sort of romantic relationships, sans the few tough guys that found me "spunky".


As a freshman I was pretty lost. I was still trying to find my niche, and I bounced between the scary art kids and the pretentious debate kids. 


Since everyone at my school knew how much of a spazz I was, I used weekend debate meets as a way to introduce myself to a pool of cute guys. I had pseudo relationships with a few guys I met through debate my freshman year, but one in particular turned out to be quite disheartening.

It was just after the first round of debate, and people began to congregate around tables eating lunch. I had gotten into a little argument with the team president and I was feeling a little vengeful. I knew he didn't like this one guy who had recently graduated because he was a douche. The guy was there as an observer and runner, who in hindsight was probably one of those guys who had nothing better to do with their time other than hanging out at their old high school. Anyways, the guy offered to give me a ride to get some lunch. Of course, wanting to make the team president angry, I went with the guy. We went to a Subway not to far from the school and the guy insisted on paying for me.

Aside from being slightly douchey the guy was ok. He made our outing feel very much like a date, and as a young impressionable freshman I was very impressed by his neatly combed hair, button down shirt, and shiny class ring. He made awful jokes and I pretended they were funny because 1) I was a silly freshman enamored by this "older" guy and 2) He had just given me a ride and bought my meal. Refusing to indulge him would have been rude.

When we got back at the school I was greeted by my livid team president. The guy tried to ask for my number, but my team president pretty much told him to get lost and threatened to tell our coach that he was harassing me. Needless to say I was smug about having incited that much anger in the team president, who was a senior. Later on the guy added me on facebook and tried to ask me out again, but I made up excuses about living too far away and whatnot (which was partially true, because we lived about 2 hours away from each other).

A year later he apparently set a string of churches on fire.

Yeah.

Along with that, another guy that I was in a relationship with recently was taken off parole for dealing marijuana.

And here I am. Wondering why I can't attract nice, clean-cut, law-abiding guys that like sci-fi and Thai food. Why?

No really, I'd like to know why.

Finally

My senior concentration is available for the general public to view.

About that Etsy shop

While I was at my UIL meet I managed to complete two Doctor Who watercolor paintings (Matt Smith), as well as 3 other little watercolors.

I'm probably just going to sell them as is, and not bother with making reproductions or anything.  I like the idea of selling one-of-a-kind things. I don't know. I thought about expanding my shop to sell little bits and bobs, and just little trinkets that I find everywhere, but I think I may just keep it simple and sell watercolor paintings.

I've also been thinking about pricing.  I'm probably keeping everything in my shop affordable, meaning that all of my paintings will be in the $5-$25 range.  I hate it when people oversell art. It's one of my pet peeves, actually.

Also, I've been trying to come up with a name for my Etsy shop. I don't know if I want to keep Bookish.Spazz, or if I want to have a different name... Oh well.

So far, before I start my shop I'd like to have at least 10 Doctor Who related watercolors, 5 Sherlock related watercolors, and 10 assorted watercolors.  I think that'd be a decent inventory stock to get started!

Do any of you have an Etsy shop? If so, do you have any advice for a newbie?

One bullet

• I'm seriously thinking about opening an Etsy shop. I know I've talked about it in the past, but this time I'm pretty serious. Right now I'm coming up with inventory, so we'll see how serious I actually am about this shop over the summer---- I'm giving myself a deadline of until June to open the shop.

Headline Writing

Seriously guys.

I'm missing school tomorrow to compete in writing headlines.

I mean, I should be flattered that I placed 1st in district, but honestly, I think the entire event is the lesser one of all the journalism events. It's so minimalist. I mean, they give you a summary of a story and a line count, and you just make a headline. Seriously.

Oh well. I'll still get pumped for it.

As most of you know, this is my traditional pumped up song:

Woo! Denton! And Cracker Barrel!

Limbo

I can't tell if my allergies are just really awful, or if I'm actually sick. Personally I think it's a combination of everything due to all of the stress that I've been under since.... IDK, THE BEGINNING OF THIS SCHOOL YEAR?!

Yesterday I woke up all stuffy and congested, but I wasn't running a fever or anything. Today, however, I had a fever when I woke up.

I violated school policy and when to school regardless because it's AP testing season and teachers are trying to squeeze in last minute review and testing strategies. Also, I don't like make up work.

I'm already going to have my fair share of it next week, because I will be absent on Friday due to UIL regionals. I'm competing in headline writing, which is every bit as ridiculous as it sounds. Ah, well, I will do my best and hopefully bring home a shiny medal.

Hopefully my pseudo cold/flu/allergy symptoms will be gone by this weekend so that I don't look like death while I'm competing.

Seriously guys. I'm so yellow and pale I don't even look like myself. I feel waxy and wilted. And I smell like Vicks vapo-rub :/

Quidditch!

Crisis

Everything is so loud right now.

I'm currently working on the yearbook proofs, trying to get them finished before I send them off to the plant, and the imbeciles in my class are yelling and being obnoxiously loud.

And to top things off, my allergies are at an all time high. Honestly, I feel like I have a sinus infection, but I'm pretty sure I'm just super conjested and irritated, but I feel like I'm dying.

This morning I went into the art room and took a powernap in a cabinet. Seriously. I squeezed myself into the fetal position and just slept for a good 20 minutes inside of a cabinet. After this period I might take another powernap, just because I feel crummy.

Can everyone please shut up?

A little better

So today when I got home I noticed that I had received my financial aid information.

So far, I have $20,050 in aid (a great improvement to the $10,500 I previously had), meaning that my debt total at the end of 4 years has jumped down to $79,800.

Still a big number, but it's WAY better than $118,000. WAY BETTER.

Like, so much better. You guys have no idea how glorious it is to know that half of my college is being paid for. BTW, thanks for the reassuring comments yesterday. I tend to stress myself out. A lot.

While I was filling out loan stuff for my school I snacked on some Tabasco cheez-its and drank some cranberry green tea out of my cup that I bought this weekend. I like how it looks like a disposable cup, but isn't :P

Also, I don't think I've ever talked about my plants on my blog, but I have a mint plant, as well as an aloe vera that I'm taking with me to college. I might be able to procure an ivy as well! I swear. I love plants.

Just some thoughts.

It's Sunday. It's 5:30. And I still have a chapter to outline for AP Art History and corrections to make on my AP English project.

BUT, I did do my laundry (for the first time in a week) and finished my 11th piece for my art concentration. So I was productive...

And now my dad want's me do design a cover for his e-book, so I'll be doing that now, and the rest of my homework later.

I've been trying to keep myself busy lately, because I've been thinking a lot about college.

I'm really scared of the amount of debt that I'm about to take on.

Seriously guys. I'm going to be real, and I'm just going to flat out tell you how scary everything is.

My college doesn't do little fees here and there, it's a straight up $40,000 comprehensive fee per year. That includes tuition, standard room and board, a meal plan, plus free amenities (laundry, shuttle service, arcade, movies, technology). My family and I FULLY believe that it is worth how much it costs.

I managed to scrape up $10,500 in scholarships so far, and luckily they are renewable each year. I'm waiting to hear back on financial aid, and other scholarships that I've applied for, so I'm trying to remain a little optimistic.

I have to get $29,500 worth of student loans taken out each year. Meaning, that at the end of my 4 years in college I'll be $118,000 in debt.

Now, I'm frugal and pretty rational when it comes to money, but $118,000? Damn that scares me. Also, keep in mind that my parents are unable to assist me with college. They can't even co-sign on my loans. This will be MY debt.

My general philosophy about investing in my education is the fact that debt can always be repaid. No matter what, I have to be rational and UNDERSTAND that at the end of the day that's what this is: an investment. You have to spend money to make money.

My college has an excellent track record when it comes to post graduation jobs and internships, so I'm confident that they will have the proper connections to help me get the job of my dreams. It's just, $118,000 of debt is scary.

And the only reason that I find it so scary is the fact that every day, when I log onto Facebook and check my college's incoming freshman page I see at least 2 posts every day with people apologizing and wishing the rest of us luck because they won't be attending High Point because of the cost.

I'm not second guessing my decision. I know that I'm not the only person going to my college who is going to have to take out an insane amount of loans. I'm just scared.

I just want to know that I'm not being a massive idiot for spending so much money.

I'm going to think some more. I'm going to come up with a game plan.

Suck it up

So despite my ankle being swollen and extremely sensitive, I sucked it up and had a good day.

My dad decided that he wanted to take us fishing, so this morning we all piled into the car and drove to this little pond 10 minutes away from where we live and just did some good, old-fashioned fishing off of a dock.

No one caught any fish aside from my dad, who caught a catfish and a perch. It was a nice family outing though.

After that my sister and I went shopping for summer clothes, and since I'm such a Jew, the most expensive thing I bought was a pair of athletic shorts for $12, haha. But no really. I got a new dress, a 2 pairs of shorts, a purse, a sweater (which I can't wear until next winter :/), a button up shirt, a cool cup, and a romper that makes me look like a park ranger. For $30.

Seriously.

If I'm spending my own money, I make it go far. I usually stick to sale/clearance areas and I'm VERY picky.

So yeah. All that shopping was good for my wallet, but not for my ankle since I've been walking all day. Oh well. I can manage with dull throbbing pain.

Friday the 13th

So when I read the comments from yesterday's post, I literally LOL'd at all of you not thinking that I'd say "you can suck my big black dick."

In fact, I said it twice today.

This morning started out okay for me. I gave my speech for a test grade today, and it was pretty much refuting the speech I gave... Tuesday? I don't remember what day, but ANYWAYS I did better on the test speech than I did on the previous one.

I went up to the teacher's desk to join the group of kids up there, and we were just chatting along when all of a sudden it felt like someone had chopped off my ankle. My speech teacher is also the technical theatre director, so he has a lot of random props in his room and whatnot, including this HEAVY, hand-made, blunt iron sword.

This dumb bitch was messing around with it and accidentally dropped it. As the sword swung to the ground the hilt slammed into my ankle bone. At first I thought it just hit my ankle, so I just walked it off and tried to suck it up as I ascended up a flight of stairs to my math class.

I felt like my ankle was being slammed with a sledgehammer every step I took. When I arrived in my math class I actually looked at my ankle and noticed that a chunk of skin had been scraped off as well, and I was bleeding. DUMB BITCH. Makin' me bleed in my nice flats.

Once I showed the teacher my injury she let me go to the nurses office, which was on the other side of the campus in the new wing of the school. I literally limped the entire way there, and by the time I made it into the nurse's office I was near crying. I signed in, showed her my ankle, which had already started to bruise, and all she did was say, "Yup. She got you right on the ankle bone. Lemme get you some anti-biotic ointment, a band-aid, and some ice."

At that point I was doing everything in my power not to cry, but all of a sudden I cracked. The pain was unbearable. As the nurse doctored my leg I cried like a little baby, and I vaguely remembered saying, "Oh my gosh I'm so sorry I'm such a baby I'm so ridiculous for crying right now I promise I have a high pain tolerance it just hurts reallllly bad."

I spent five minutes trying to compose myself in the bathroom before I went back to class, but it was pretty much pointless. I looked like a red, puffy mess.  As soon as I got back into the classroom I popped an insane amount of ibuprofen and tried not to cry while I solved trig functions.

By the time I got to art class my ankle had swollen to twice it's size, and it's still swollen really bad right now. My friend Sayra said that I might not even be able to walk tomorrow, which is no bueno. I was going to buy some new shoes and shorts, but I guess that's not going to happen anymore if I can't walk :/ DUMB BITCH. Ruinin' my weekend plans.

Ugh. I hate dumb bitches.

Things I need to to stop saying before I go to university

1. I'm not awesome.

reason: Growing up I always felt inadequate. I honestly believed that everyone was better than me, so I pushed myself to be up to "their level." Obviously I still harbor traces of that mind-set, and while I am trying to overcome it, occasionally the rich 'my parents buy me anything' crowd gets to me. I am awesome because I work hard. I am awesome because I'm an honest friend. I'm awesome because someday all of this will be useful to me.

2. You can suck my big black dick.

reason: Honestly, this is what I say when I'm offended, frustrated, or mad at someone. I really need to stop saying this because, well, I don't want people to think I have a big black dick. Also, I realize that the phrase is vulgar and crude, and somewhat racist/sexist, but whateves. Mainly I don't want people to think that I have male bits.

3. "No" when I mean yes.

reason: I confuse other people when they ask me if I can pass them a piece of paper and reply "No," only to hand them a sheet a few seconds later. "Can you open that door for me please?" NO. *opens door* "Would you mind taking notes for me in class when I'm absent?" NO. *takes notes* So yeah. I know that's really douchey.

4. Well actually....

reason: Because correcting people annoys them. Especially when you start off with something that sounds as pretentious as that. I need to learn to be patient and tolerant of others, especially when it comes to things like that. Being  a no-it-all is no bueno.


And that about sums it up. I'm going to try to be better at not saying these things, because I really want to make a good impression on everyone.

Teachers suck sometimes

No really.

My AP economics teacher is from hell. She planned a test on the last day of the six weeks, which is the last day for grades to go in, and told us that she wasn't going to give us a review.

AND THEN today she's just like, PSYCH. Here's the review, you  need to complete it before the test Friday! It's fifty questions. NO MULTIPLE CHOICE. JESUS WOMAN. KILL ME NOW.

Also, my AP english teacher assigned us a photo research project, which at first seemed really easy. No one in my class had ever done one before, so we were kind of unsure of what we were doing. Today she tells one class that everyone had done it wrong, and that we were all getting a 50. We have the opportunity to correct it for a 75. A SEVENTY FREAKING FIVE.

GUYS. I poured over the guidelines. POURED OVER THEM. I followed all of the directions.

UGH.

And plus, I'm even more stressed out because I'm going to be taking 6 AP test the first two weeks of May, plus make up work for when I'm absent from class BECAUSE I HAVE EFFING AP TESTS DURING THE DAY.

Why would senior teachers give out assignments when they KNOW their students are going to be out for testing? WHY?!

UGH. UGH. UGH. Excuse me, I have a corner beckoning me to cry in it.

I rocked it out today

My speech was okay, but seeing as how I was one of three people (out of a class of 20ish kids) that actually gave their speech I think my chances of having one of the highest grades in the class is guaranteed.  I swear. The people in my class (for the most part) are mindless, lazy whores that just sit there and talk about getting drunk on the weekend and sucking dick. I'm not even kidding.

How can you fail speech class? I mean, the class is a joke! We don't even use a textbook in there!

Anyways, personally I know I did pretty good performance-wise with my speech, especially since I didn't even practice it before hand.

Also, I wore my "Why Kant you see that life is Pietzsche" shirt today because I felt like making people confused. It was pretty entertaining to say the least.

I don't even know what day it is BEDA wise (I never know what the date is), but I have a feeling that I'm going to start running on empty pretty darn soon.

Fast

I'm going to make this short and sweet since I NEED to finish my photo essay for english by tomorrow.

The renovation for the main bathroom in my house started today, which I guess is good because we needed an upgrade in fixtures and tile, BUT we only have 2 bathrooms in my house. For six people.

Not to sound all first worldly, but it really sucks to have to go to my parent's room to use their shower.

AUGH. I just remembered I have a speech to give tomorrow. AWESOME.

I miss the weekend. :(

Idea

So.

On my uni's incoming freshman Facebook group I've been seeing a lot of posts about people that still aren't committed yet.

And what's ironic is the fact that these people are usually the most active ones on the group.

But whatever.

Another strange thing I've noticed is that a lot of kids are in between my school and Elon, which is a strangely similar university (albeit with fewer amenities). I had never heard about Elon, so I did a little research comparing it to my college and it lead me down this rabbit hole of random things.

I found this one thread on one of the parent boards on  college confidential talking about my university. The thread was started in 2010 and had an ongoing 25 page long conversation. I only read 10 pages in, but I found quite a few people off-put and skeptical about my uni because it was "too clean", "like Disney land", or "too glitzy."

And one parent went so far as to call the university creepy.

Really? Just because a school has new buildings, great campus upkeep, and newly hired professors you think it's "creepy"?

I'll be completely honest. I thought the school was too good to be true as well, but after doing extensive research, talking to current and past students, and visiting--- It didn't feel creepy. It felt like a lot of time and money went into the school to improve not only the campus grounds, but the academics as well.

The reason why the campus so perfect aesthetically is because it doesn't tolerate graffiti and defamation. It is also a substance free campus.

Think about it: If you're in a nice, clean, and beautiful environment don't you think you would take pride in the school that you go to, as well as yourself? You wouldn't want to litter. You wouldn't want to destroy property. You want to be the best in order to live up to the atmosphere.

That's how I felt when I visited. I felt like the utmost care was given to the students. This one girl even said that after being sick and out of class for a few days her professors emailed her to ask if she was ok, and did everything they could to help her catch up.  At a state university you'd just be SOL.

SO. After reading that thread I decided that when I go to High Point I'm going to do a blog series about my experience. Good, bad, and ugly. Heck, I might even make it a weekly thing.

That way there can at least be ONE unbiased account of what actually goes on in the university.

Habitats

So, most of you guys know how I'm an editor of my school's yearbook, BLAH BLAH BLAH.

I already know that I'm going to be the type of person who brings their work home with them, but I just think it's funny how no matter where I work, I never seem to have a decent place to work.

This is usually where I work when I'm at school:

Yes. I am indeed working on 2 laptops, as well as a tablet. I like to multitask.

But at school, I have very little elbow room. Sometimes it's a good thing, because Ashley and I can show each other stuff easily, but it sucks whenever I need room to just lay everything out too look at.

This is my home office space:

As you can tell, it's not really structured, but I do get to lay out proofs and edit them in comfort. Also, I can jam out to Semisonic without anyone judging me. Judge me and die. They remind me of my childhood and Heath Ledger.

As a future career aspiration, I'd like to have an ACTUAL office space, with like 3 desks and a drafting table. Yes. That's what I want.

Roomie

Last night I spoke with my roommate Margaux over Skype, and I feel like the gods of the universe smiled down upon us.

We both have similar tastes in things, while not being exactly alike. She's artsy, outgoing, and reminds me of a perfect blend of my friends Madelyne and Rachel.

Also, we both like How I Met Your Mother, and as we were talking about our majors Margaux started to gush. She's up in the air about either majoring in Psychology or Elementary Education, BUT she was talking about how we needed to make a group of friends like in HIMYM and then it dawned on her. Her boyfriend was majoring in Pre-Law. I was majoring in Strategic Communication. She was thinking about Elementary Education.

She was Lily, her boyfriend was Marshall, and I was Robin. Now all we need to do is find a Ted (it's already been decided that it's going to be her boyfriend's roommate), and a Barney (who will hopefully be from our dorm).

Best. Thing. Ever.

Champagne for my real friends, real pain for my sham friends.

Today I was talking to my friend Sayra about college and whatnot, and the reality of who we're actually going to stay in touch with.

She's going to Louisiana State University, and of course, I'm going to High Point.

We both have a mutual friend who moved to Dallas who has pretty much turned into a slut since moving up there, and has gotten really good at using people.

Said friend is always asking me for life advice, and then disregards everything. Often I find my self riddled with worry because of how careless she is (recently she went "missing", but it turns out she was just out partying and her phone was turned off the entire night), but then I came to a startling realization: when I'm in North Carolina, I'm not going to care anymore. Maybe I will for a week or so, but once I start classes and meet new people---- people like her will rank very low on my list of priorities.

As bad as it may be, Sayra and I are also looking forward to drifting away from people. I've had my fair share of douchebag friends as of late, as well as people that have been highly inconsiderate, but since I'm not big into burning bridges I think I may just let things dissolve into a Facebook friendship. Birthdays. Christmas. Maybe a few status likes here and there, but that's it.

And I'm excited about shedding all these people that I've been slowly growing sick of. I'm tired of people asking for my opinion and then doing the exact opposite. It'd be one thing if they had only known me for a few weeks, but when you do that someone you've known for 5+ years? Yeah. It's a slap in the face. A huge one.

If you're not even going to consider what I have to say, why even bother asking in the first place?

But I digress. Sayra told me that she plans on doing that TBH thing on Facebook and just let everyone know what she ACTUALLY thinks of them, and honestly I'm contemplating doing the same thing. Will it piss people off? Perhaps. But I also think that people should be enlightened and know that they've pretty much had their head in up their ass for the past 7 months.

What's sad is the fact that I didn't realize that some of my friends were shitty until my stepmom pointed it out to me. See? I want to see the best in people, however I apparently make myself feel horrible in the process. Also, I'm tired of hearing my stepmom say, "Again? Really?" 

So you know what? I'm ready to shed the people who no longer have time for me. I'm a damn good friend who will rearrange their schedule just to accommodate others.  I'm tired of making them feel better. For once, I'd like to say, "No, actually it's not ok. I actually went through crap in order to have time for you." And I'm getting to that point now.

So yes. The fear of going to college has been eliminated by my need to get out of Texas. Take me away now. Please.

Nothing

So. That Globe Scholar thing?

Yeah. It was completely pointless since I already know what university I’m attending and what I plan on majoring in.

On the bright side, for the rest of the school day I just hid out in the art room and worked on art/vented to my friends in there about stuff.

After school I participated in some shenanigans with my friend Rachel, and then after that I studied at Books-A-Million all by my lonesome for my AP Environmental Science test.

All in all, it was a pretty mediocre day, but those are the days that I tend to like the most.

The rain

So. It's raining. And there's a tornado warning out.

Here's hoping that I won't have to go to school tomorrow!

Just kidding. I will probably have to school, regardless of a tornado/torrential rain.

No, but seriously. Tomorrow I have this Globe Scholars thing, which is pretty much a school sponsored senior skip day. Seniors that are on a recommended or distinguished graduation plan are required to attend this job fair thing for a few hours in order to scope out local job opportunities after college.

It's kind of pointless for people who already know what college they want to go to/have a projected career goal (or so I've been told by past seniors), but we get a free lunch, and after lunch we have the rest of the day off :)

I'm still debating what I want to wear... It said to dress professionally, and then in the next sentence it said to wear church clothes. Seeing as how I no longer go to church I'm stuck between wearing khakis and a nice shirt or a sundress. Or perhaps some slacks. SCHOOL, Y U NO BE SPECIFIC?!

Also, on a random tangent, some girl posted on my uni's freshmen facebook page talking about all the hot guys she's been checking out in our class. It then spurred a long conversation about how attractive and single most of us are. I don't know if I should be worried that everyone's so narcissistic, or happy that there are so many attractive guys in my new freshman class (that are obviously smart enough to get into my college, which only accepts 40% of all applicants). I'm going to go with the latter though. I'm also excited because my roommate Margaux already has a boyfriend, and during our first conversation she told me that she's going to be my wing-woman. So. We'll see how that goes.

Prom + After Prom

My sister didn't have the camera on the right settings so my promenade picture came out less than optimal :/

Honestly, I had more fun at after-prom than I did at the actual prom (despite the fact that the decorations were beautiful). I don't know if anyone else's school does this, but in order to cut down on outside partying and underage drinking my school hosts an after prom event from 1-5am and there were those blow up obstacle course games and karaoke (which I participated in) and a few casino games.

Honestly, like I said in my last post, I don't regret going to prom--- just for the simple fact that at least I can say that I didn't like it, as opposed to thinking that I had missed out on something. Also, Em is right. We need a blogger family prom :)