One More Thing!

Yeah, one more thing!

I got a Facebook yesterday!

And I don't know why I'm so excited!

Yay-ra-ra.

So My Original Idea is FAIL

I know I originally intended this to be writing blog, where I would post random things about, erm, writing.  But I seem to have more personal drama to write about than writing itself.  So I'm going to put down this thought, and I promise I'll make this quick, then I'll rethink what to do with this blog, until I launch... "ADVENTURES IN SLAVLAND! (C)"  It will be my first real travel blog, and it will be legit, people, so WATCH OUT!  (Yeah, I know CAPS LOCK gets attention). Until then, I will continue to rant about my life and wait for summer (I know it's coming; I can smell it).

So, here's the rant:

As April approaches, the buzzing and hubbub about the annual festivities of junior year get louder and louder.  And screechier.  So much louder, that eventually you wish (or rather, I wish), that you had some spare ear plugs in your purse.  That or you would like to put yourself on "Autopilot" so that you just smile and nod.

But really, I hadn't cared, nor given a thought about said event(s).  And at this point, if it weren't for the insane amount of time I spend in school, I wouldn't have put much more thought into it. Only now, I realize that since I've been reclusive, I have no one to attend prom with, and I also don't have any plans for prom.  I mean, I haven't been reclusive, but I've been thinking about how to pay for college rather than how to pay for prom.

And now--today, in fact--I decided that I will coax my parents and my bank account out of a couple hundred dollars, in order to go to prom.  So, yes, in short, I decided that I will be attending prom.  But I'm not sure I really want to.

Which leads me to the question, is it still worthwhile to go without a date, and with your friends instead?  Ehh.

x_____x

"He just not that into you if..."

Wow, my first trip to the theater in ages, and it turns out I still have a nose for good movies.  Last night, I saw "He Just Not That Into You", which was a phenomenonly feel-good movie.  For women and teenage girls.  I would not advise you to go see this movie if you are not a softie for chick-flicks and/or romantic comedies at heart.  I mean, really, I am one of those girls who likes to curl up with a good chick-flick, and this was my new favorite movie. 

Initially, I was dissapointed by the reviews that were online for the movie.  It averaged between a "B" and "C".  Which spells out "average", for those of you still in secondary school.  And, even being a teenage girl who likes these kinds of movies (um, hello, "10 Things I Hate About You" and "Never Been Kissed"?), I had a gut feeling I was going to be disappointed after all the hype (Drew and Justin started dating while they were shooting the movie, and they've broken up before it came out?).  But really, I wasn't.  

Don't expect a "lawl" (or "lol" or "laugh out loud") throughout movie, because there is a ring of truth behind all the interconnected and messed-up relationships presented.  How many of you (girls) have been told that if a guy is a jerk to you, it means he likes you?  Right?  So, though it's funny at many points, it's at least somewhat truthful, in that cheesy, girls'-night-in kind of way. 

And oh, how many times I wanted Gigi to hold her tongue, I just couldn't count.  But that's something else entirely.

I don't know how everyone else feels about this movie (and if you've seen it [friends], let me know in school), but I am counting down the days until it comes out on DVD.  Then I'll have a movie night.  [Insert girlish squeal here].  (It seems I haven't been able to sober up after that dose of chick-flick.)

Oh, by the way, I also saw "Taken".  TOTAL POLAR OPPOSITES.  Other people I know (ehem, Mom), thought this was a fantastic movie, but then again, I watched it at eleven at night, so maybe I wasn't in the mood for blood and guts and super-spy killing sprees.  But, you know, if you're into that stuff, be my guest.  I would have enjoyed it more if I wasn't a teenage girl who happened to have been in Paris last summer, and is going back to Europe this year (you'll understand it you watch it).

Either way, I hope you all see a movie sometime soon, because either of these movies will give you something to talk/think about.

So, Hey

So, hey.  A quick post about what is legit cracking me up these days.  Remember that baby from the E*trade commercials?  Well, that's it.  I mean, the Superbowl ad was the icing on the cake.  I think I watched those ads so many times, I got my mom aggrivated.

Here's what I mean:

Watch!

[Sorry, I'm working on putting a video in, but this post is really last-minute.]

What to do...

I spent this past weekend doing what else but... looking for/at colleges... again.  What a fun and exciting process that simply makes me want to tear my hair out!  It's not enough for me to have to sift through thousands of names of institution of higher education on databases, hoping I haven't overlooked anything.  From there, I have to see how expensive each one is, how selective it is, what my chances are of getting in, location, size, student comments, etc.  No, in addition to that, my parents have thrown a few more monkeywrenches into the equation (which already is of gigantic proportions! >:O ).  Earlier this month, my parents proposed to me the idea of attending a two year college to finish X-ray tech school (like my mom), and then, since I like brains so much, I should then go on to get a graduate degree in MRI-ing (and also going to community college and moving to UConn in my junior year.  [No comment])  

Here's where my problem lies.  I am a diligent little researcher, and I have easily found that an MRI tech makes a steady (and larger) income as compared to an English major.  So I figured, I can write the Next Great American Novel in my spare time, while comfortably living with my parents while I put several thousand dollars in my bank account in order to buy myself a better life later.  It sounded good (and I know this because my mom's fellow schoolmate who is almost twenty  years my mom's junior is living the same life, though she's not a "writer").  Then I thought, wait, I would be missing out on everything I've been feed about college since I moved to America.  But go to a real university, major in English, and who knows, become a technical writer (while I write the NGAM at home), will greatly depleat my parents' wallets and hurt the future of my own before I am able to pay off any debts.

So, I'm stuck in a place where I have no more information to go on, and I can't make an educated guess.  Or an educated decision.  The life of a college student has certain appeal, but because at seventeen, I have to decide the general direction of what I really want to do with the rest of my life, I don't know what to do.  Maybe I should skip the parties and get a steady job that would support my creative endeavors?  Who knows, maybe I'll move to Boston, and maybe there'll be time to attend art school to study fashion.  Then I can work for like, RL or Tommy or something.

Anyone else frustrated by the system we've been placed in?!

What a Delinquent.

After coming back to school, I've noticed I've been keeping myself on a steady (if not monstrously malnutritious) diet of milked-down coffee (loads of sugar, please!) and unparalleled stress.  And no, for those of you who may be reading this and are in my (Wellness) gym class, it's definitely not eustress.  It's not something I would advice other people to do, although I'm sure most people I know probably adopted a similar diet, perhaps replacing the coffee with tea, or soda, or whatnot.

 Anyway, this morning I was informed by a very informal notice (in small print, might I add, because I missed it at first), that if I did not pay the library the money I owed for other people's books (that they took from my house and forgot to bring back on time) and my own, I would be placed on the "delinquency list".  Now, my first thought was "Oh, no, anything but that!”  My second had less dramatics, as it was, "What is the 'delinquency list'?"  Like, am I going to be hauled off to a Saturday because I couldn't pay $2.95?  The grown-up library down the street just keeps tacking on change until my lazy self walks in one time to check out a book, and the librarian informs me I owe a hefty sum I could use to make multiple coffee runs.  (Yes, now you all know I have a habit of not returning books in a long time, so watch out.  I probably could have bought myself that new Macbook I'm salivating over sometime this year if I kept all that money--keep a tracking device on all the books you loan me!)

 But this got me thinking: Why is the school holding not giving me my report card or a detention if I don't pay back the money by tomorrow, when the first notice was given to me late last week?  And more importantly, why do people who forgot just once have to receive the same punishment as those who repeatedly “forget” (Too many liars?)?  Just because you would like to squash a largely irrelevent pest rebellion, doesn't mean all of the people who would gladly (I use the word loosely) oblige but sometimes forget have to suffer.  Really?  Really.  I know that the institution may be trying to prepare us for the "Real World", but I've been living in this World since I was born, and, yes, it's Real.  I can tell, because I not only have stress from school, I also carry on my concussion-ed head (another story) the burden of social interactions, parental interferences, overblown dreams and aspirations, and a dog who has to wee every five minutes (it's the medication).  No, I haven't learned everything, not nearly as much as I would like to, but I know I'm living in what you would call this "Real World".

New Post of the New Year

What about writing?

I think since the only thing I constantly have with me is my imagination (as silly as it sounds) and words and ideas find me almost anywhere, I think I'll dedicate this blog to writing and my surroundings.  I figured I should write about what I know, and I think I know writing (speaking of which, I labored over a pesky two-page paper for AP English for the past four hours, including the countless amount of times I found myself being sidetracked on the internet--hope it comes out alright).  

So, yes, writing.  This is the official start of something new.  We'll see whether it flies or ends up on failblog.com labeled "Blog Fail".  Wish me luck! ^^