Dude it's summer.
SUMMER!
And I'm gonna hop back on this blog train and be throwing posts at you like a mofo.
With that said, I have MANY goals this summer and I would like to share them with you because if they stay in my mind they are less likely to get done.
So, here we go.
-Blog More
-Watch the entire Doctor Who series
-Make new friends
-Reconnect with old friends
-Be a vegetarian
-Be healthy
-Teach my dog tricks
-Watch all of the Jurassic Parks
-Cut off my hair
-Re-read The Hunger Games trilogy
-Beat my Zelda video game
-Come out to my siblings
-Flirt.
-Get some tattoos
-Ride my Bike
-Phineas and Ferb (I won't explain)
-Swim
-Get a Vehicle of my own
- Go to Parties
- Volunteer
-Get my dog fixed
-Get money, get bitches
And in no particular order, those are my goals, the ones I can think of at least, there will probably be more.
In other news I FINALLY got a phone back (I hadn't had one since like April and it was horrible and part of the reason why I stopped blogging and lost all my friends) That sounded pathetic, but you know...
As I'm writing this I am "watching" the video directions on what I need to do before I register for my classes for the Fall, and it's boring. But WAY worth it because, well, it's UT.
I'm going to go do something I might regret now, wish me luck.
Kbye.
Tuesday, May 29, 2012
Wednesday, May 23, 2012
Fiesta! All day, Everyday.
Do you want to hear about my day??? Because it was THE BEST.
I went on my last high school field trip to Fiesta Texas in San Antonio with a bus load of amazing people.
And it was EXACTLY what I needed.
The pass few days I had been feeling awfully down and gloomy. Just everywhere I went, everyone I saw, and everything I did depressed me a bit more. BUT today made it all disappeared. It started out with loading on to a charter bus at 5:30 in the not so bright and shiny morning. I slept a good portion of the way to the park, but woke up to watch The Addams Family and play some sort of werewolf game where I kept killing off innocent villagers. We stopped at Buc-ee's for some bfast and got to the park a few minutes before it opened.
I haven't been to an amusement park in a few years and was really craving some roller coasters - because roller coasters are my favorite thing, well one of them, like if a roller coaster came in liquid form I'd be willing to shoot it through my veins... So we kinda formed into a group and set off. We started out with some of the smaller rides, but I was yearning for some roller coasters. At first, the one we were in line for broke down, and then we found out the Superman wasn't running, but we finally got on a ride AND THEN THE FIRST ROLLER COASTER STARTED WORKING AND SUPERMAN STARTED RUNNING SO IT WAS OKAY. Roller coasters make me laugh hysterically because I'm having so much fun on them, I pretty much look like a seal, clapping my arms together and barking, by the end. They were just a great, and very needed, thrill.
Aside from the fun of the coasters, I ended up with an awesome group of people who just kept me laughing and smiling throughout the day - that is long lines, hot sun, dark lunches, and back-and-forth walking. But none of that was even bad, I honestly cannot complain about this trip. I amusement parked until I felt sick at my stomach, which conveniently was around the time we were loading back on the buses. And when I got back to my seat I was dirt tired, woozy, dehydrated, and sweaty. Everyone was. So you would think it would be a calm ride home... It was for the first 45 minutes on the way back to Buc-ee's for dinner (btw they have awesome grilled cheese sandwiches that I am just learning of), but then all of the sudden it was like we were all high; high on exhaustion, high on life, and high on sugar. And the ride home was crazy. At one point we are watching Avatar, and the next I have friends behind making turbans and weaves out of blankets. AND then they started doing yoga and had there legs all up in the air while my friends beside and in front of me are chanting at the top of their lungs beneath a blanket. And all I knew to do was laugh, and I laughed hard. We went on to share stories and make fun of teachers and have a few random top-of-our-lung ballad sing-a-longs. The bus driver would seriously speed up when we started singing to get us out of his bus faster. And the entire way, no matter how ridiculous EVERYONE was being, I could not stop smiling.
It was a FUN day, everyone. FUN. :)
I'm really glad I ended up going.
Thank you for entertaining me and allowing me to talk about my day with you. Tomorrow is my last regular day of high school. Finals start Friday and I don't think I have to take any, so like... I'm done. We're done.
I cried a lot last night in Glee's graduation/finale because all these friends were leaving each other and having to say goodbye, but I haven't gotten that feeling IRL, yet...? And maybe I should be feeling that because I am not really getting much of a summer with them... My family is moving this summer and I can plan on visiting all I want, but my plans tend to be put on the back burner in this household, so.... Idk.
But I know that I'm bringing a crap load of pictures tomorrow to glue to the dozens of banners of students in the main hall because through all the major events this year they have managed to keep me off the wall, so I'm adding myself. And I have to get a few more people to sign my year book. After today I really don't want to have to go to school tomorrow but... just one more day, that's all I've got, man.
I have to go because my dog missed me all day and can't stand to be ignored for a computer. Sorry this is sort of BLAH, I'm just still all happy and excited from today...
And anyone who went today and reads this is going to think I'm so lame for coming straight home to write this, but.. oh well [:
I went on my last high school field trip to Fiesta Texas in San Antonio with a bus load of amazing people.
And it was EXACTLY what I needed.
The pass few days I had been feeling awfully down and gloomy. Just everywhere I went, everyone I saw, and everything I did depressed me a bit more. BUT today made it all disappeared. It started out with loading on to a charter bus at 5:30 in the not so bright and shiny morning. I slept a good portion of the way to the park, but woke up to watch The Addams Family and play some sort of werewolf game where I kept killing off innocent villagers. We stopped at Buc-ee's for some bfast and got to the park a few minutes before it opened.
I haven't been to an amusement park in a few years and was really craving some roller coasters - because roller coasters are my favorite thing, well one of them, like if a roller coaster came in liquid form I'd be willing to shoot it through my veins... So we kinda formed into a group and set off. We started out with some of the smaller rides, but I was yearning for some roller coasters. At first, the one we were in line for broke down, and then we found out the Superman wasn't running, but we finally got on a ride AND THEN THE FIRST ROLLER COASTER STARTED WORKING AND SUPERMAN STARTED RUNNING SO IT WAS OKAY. Roller coasters make me laugh hysterically because I'm having so much fun on them, I pretty much look like a seal, clapping my arms together and barking, by the end. They were just a great, and very needed, thrill.
Aside from the fun of the coasters, I ended up with an awesome group of people who just kept me laughing and smiling throughout the day - that is long lines, hot sun, dark lunches, and back-and-forth walking. But none of that was even bad, I honestly cannot complain about this trip. I amusement parked until I felt sick at my stomach, which conveniently was around the time we were loading back on the buses. And when I got back to my seat I was dirt tired, woozy, dehydrated, and sweaty. Everyone was. So you would think it would be a calm ride home... It was for the first 45 minutes on the way back to Buc-ee's for dinner (btw they have awesome grilled cheese sandwiches that I am just learning of), but then all of the sudden it was like we were all high; high on exhaustion, high on life, and high on sugar. And the ride home was crazy. At one point we are watching Avatar, and the next I have friends behind making turbans and weaves out of blankets. AND then they started doing yoga and had there legs all up in the air while my friends beside and in front of me are chanting at the top of their lungs beneath a blanket. And all I knew to do was laugh, and I laughed hard. We went on to share stories and make fun of teachers and have a few random top-of-our-lung ballad sing-a-longs. The bus driver would seriously speed up when we started singing to get us out of his bus faster. And the entire way, no matter how ridiculous EVERYONE was being, I could not stop smiling.
It was a FUN day, everyone. FUN. :)
I'm really glad I ended up going.
Thank you for entertaining me and allowing me to talk about my day with you. Tomorrow is my last regular day of high school. Finals start Friday and I don't think I have to take any, so like... I'm done. We're done.
I cried a lot last night in Glee's graduation/finale because all these friends were leaving each other and having to say goodbye, but I haven't gotten that feeling IRL, yet...? And maybe I should be feeling that because I am not really getting much of a summer with them... My family is moving this summer and I can plan on visiting all I want, but my plans tend to be put on the back burner in this household, so.... Idk.
But I know that I'm bringing a crap load of pictures tomorrow to glue to the dozens of banners of students in the main hall because through all the major events this year they have managed to keep me off the wall, so I'm adding myself. And I have to get a few more people to sign my year book. After today I really don't want to have to go to school tomorrow but... just one more day, that's all I've got, man.
I have to go because my dog missed me all day and can't stand to be ignored for a computer. Sorry this is sort of BLAH, I'm just still all happy and excited from today...
And anyone who went today and reads this is going to think I'm so lame for coming straight home to write this, but.. oh well [:
Saturday, May 12, 2012
Prom-ing up the Night
Holy (insert religious deity of your choosing here) PROM is tonight!
How crazy is that?!?!?
Over the last several months I've been like, "Prom is forever away, why do I have to make any decisions now?" Honestly if I hadn't have had a date who pushed me to get everything done, I would still probably been unprepared. But I got the dress, shoes, other accessories, hair is getting done later alone with nails and make-up (geez I sound like such a girl). Yet it still doesn't feel like its happening...
Despite my lack of belief in this reality, I truly am excited. I've never been to a prom since NS only have a senior prom, and I've never been super in with many of the past seniors. Which I say is good because this is MY prom and I think it is only suppose to be a one time experience.
I remember when I was younger(like 8) ---whoa whoa whoa! I have a different spill about being younger in a minute*--- and I thought prom was the stupidest thing ever. I was the kid who was very much like OH HELL NO I'M NOT WEARING A BIG DRESS, and what not. Even when I got older(like freshman year) and tagged a long to help my sister with her prom-preparation-festivities, I was pretty sure that it wasn't for me. But guess what, I'm going to prom, with one of my closest friends, in a fancy dress-and hair and make-up and heels- and I'm super excited. I wasn't even excited at first, but as the time unbelievingly crept closer, my excitement has indeed grown. I guess I am more girlish than I would usually admit when it comes to liking to feel pretty. And our theme is "Night of Nostalgia" and I'm wondering if they are going to be playing 90's music or something- which I'd be cool with, yo.
But guys, why does Mother's Day have to be tomorrow? It's one of the few days of the year that I wear anything my mom wants me to (dresses) and go anywhere my mom wants me to (church). I haven't actually told my mom that I'm NOT coming home after prom. And I'm not sure when I'll be home the next day either. I love my mother (even though she was a punk this week) but like I already said, this prom thing only happens once; I want to do all the jazz that comes with it including hotel room after parties. UGH. She will understand, right?
In other news I'm an official nerd because I had SOME FUN taking the AP Lit+Comp test the other day. I'm pretty confident about the Gov/Eco test next week. I am SO SET for graduation in June that it's no joking matter. My graduation present (and my sister's because she just graduated with her Bachelor's yesterday) is a 5 day trip to New York. I'm so freaking pumped about it and I've already got tickets to see Wicked on broadway! Later in the summer, I also have tickets for The Lion King. My brother is still a punk. My dog is HUGE. My life is a balance between sucking and awesomeness, so I guess that makes it average?? I've pretty much set in on a IDGAF school attitude since GPA's a Ranks set in (which I've decided I'm content with my #55) I still have no phone, haven't for over a MONTH. It's sort of raining at the moment. I'm the only one awake right now and about to enjoy some oatmeal. I have no pants on. #thingsyoudontneedtoknow
Mmhhmmm.
Oh.
*Guys, how old do I look???? I've always been told I look younger than I am. But it's only hit me these last few months when I start talking about college or graduation and people who don't know me all that well are like "WHAT I THOUGHT YOU WERE 16." And to confirm this, I've asked my entire family, many friends, some teachers, and some strangers to tell what age I look. EVERY ANSWER WAS 16. They all say that that will be a good thing for me in the future, but I just want to look my age. I'm going to be 18, a freaking adult who can vote and shit, in about 3 weeks. 18. Not 16. So I went on to ask my family how old I looked when I WAS 16. Answer? 14. Really?! To make matters worse, all of those same people say that my LITTLE brother looks 16 as well. He IS 14. Yes, he is taller and bigger and stronger than I am, but he is only 14. And apparently we look the same age??!! What?
So I don't know, it's not that I'm upset. I'm just surprised. It's probably no big deal, I just want it to be known that I am in fact turning EIGHTEEN on June 2nd, no other age.
Look a Hippo
How crazy is that?!?!?
Over the last several months I've been like, "Prom is forever away, why do I have to make any decisions now?" Honestly if I hadn't have had a date who pushed me to get everything done, I would still probably been unprepared. But I got the dress, shoes, other accessories, hair is getting done later alone with nails and make-up (geez I sound like such a girl). Yet it still doesn't feel like its happening...
Despite my lack of belief in this reality, I truly am excited. I've never been to a prom since NS only have a senior prom, and I've never been super in with many of the past seniors. Which I say is good because this is MY prom and I think it is only suppose to be a one time experience.
I remember when I was younger(like 8) ---whoa whoa whoa! I have a different spill about being younger in a minute*--- and I thought prom was the stupidest thing ever. I was the kid who was very much like OH HELL NO I'M NOT WEARING A BIG DRESS, and what not. Even when I got older(like freshman year) and tagged a long to help my sister with her prom-preparation-festivities, I was pretty sure that it wasn't for me. But guess what, I'm going to prom, with one of my closest friends, in a fancy dress-and hair and make-up and heels- and I'm super excited. I wasn't even excited at first, but as the time unbelievingly crept closer, my excitement has indeed grown. I guess I am more girlish than I would usually admit when it comes to liking to feel pretty. And our theme is "Night of Nostalgia" and I'm wondering if they are going to be playing 90's music or something- which I'd be cool with, yo.
But guys, why does Mother's Day have to be tomorrow? It's one of the few days of the year that I wear anything my mom wants me to (dresses) and go anywhere my mom wants me to (church). I haven't actually told my mom that I'm NOT coming home after prom. And I'm not sure when I'll be home the next day either. I love my mother (even though she was a punk this week) but like I already said, this prom thing only happens once; I want to do all the jazz that comes with it including hotel room after parties. UGH. She will understand, right?
In other news I'm an official nerd because I had SOME FUN taking the AP Lit+Comp test the other day. I'm pretty confident about the Gov/Eco test next week. I am SO SET for graduation in June that it's no joking matter. My graduation present (and my sister's because she just graduated with her Bachelor's yesterday) is a 5 day trip to New York. I'm so freaking pumped about it and I've already got tickets to see Wicked on broadway! Later in the summer, I also have tickets for The Lion King. My brother is still a punk. My dog is HUGE. My life is a balance between sucking and awesomeness, so I guess that makes it average?? I've pretty much set in on a IDGAF school attitude since GPA's a Ranks set in (which I've decided I'm content with my #55) I still have no phone, haven't for over a MONTH. It's sort of raining at the moment. I'm the only one awake right now and about to enjoy some oatmeal. I have no pants on. #thingsyoudontneedtoknow
Mmhhmmm.
Oh.
*Guys, how old do I look???? I've always been told I look younger than I am. But it's only hit me these last few months when I start talking about college or graduation and people who don't know me all that well are like "WHAT I THOUGHT YOU WERE 16." And to confirm this, I've asked my entire family, many friends, some teachers, and some strangers to tell what age I look. EVERY ANSWER WAS 16. They all say that that will be a good thing for me in the future, but I just want to look my age. I'm going to be 18, a freaking adult who can vote and shit, in about 3 weeks. 18. Not 16. So I went on to ask my family how old I looked when I WAS 16. Answer? 14. Really?! To make matters worse, all of those same people say that my LITTLE brother looks 16 as well. He IS 14. Yes, he is taller and bigger and stronger than I am, but he is only 14. And apparently we look the same age??!! What?
So I don't know, it's not that I'm upset. I'm just surprised. It's probably no big deal, I just want it to be known that I am in fact turning EIGHTEEN on June 2nd, no other age.
Look a Hippo
kbye.
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