Speaking of Alaska, holy shit was that fun. Like, I never thought it WOULDN'T be, but it kind of went and shattered my fun expectations like two hundred times over. Only barely seeing my mom once a day was just an added bonus on top of an already awesome vacation (although I will say that I somehow managed to always get glared at or worse during those scarce moments).
So basically it was a 7 day Alaskan cruise, and I was sharing a stateroom with Poki, easily one of my most entertaining, outspoken, and just plain awesome friends. Because I don't actually FEEL like cleaning anything, I'll write up a little day-by-day thing, more for my amusement than anything else. But first, some profiles:
( The People )
...and...
( The Trip )
The end. Oh God, that took two hours. I have so much cleaning to do. But I figured I'd document that, if only for my own memory. Also, there are pictures. Actually, we have like a thousand more but Poki took them all and I just stole them from the small batch she put up on facebook.
Blaaaaah, senior year starts in three and a half days. Part of me is super excited and the rest of me is beyond scared because I'm doing SO EFFING MUCH. Yeah, just this week I have three meetings: Folio, Newspaper, and Senior Leader stuff. Throw college on top of that and I'm going to basically die. On a fire. Awesomesauce.
Okay, cleaning time. And I apologize for the headache I just gave anyone.
- Location:Living Room of Justice
- Mood:
amused - Music:Winter - Joshua Radin
So I lost the battle against being my mom's bitch, but I won the war in that I'm going back to my ridiculously expensive private school next year. What follows is the
Anyways, now I have her hanging that over my head constantly, which I knew was coming. Still, it's like eighteen million times more irritating for her to constantly be like "WHAT DID YOU SAY TO ME REMEMBER I CAN TAKE PREP AWAY AT ANY TIME!!" rather than before, during which she didn't say anything at all because it was assumed that she'd already taken it away so there wasn't much more she could do. And she gets mad at me for the stupidist things too, like when we were cleaning a house for a family friend to come stay with us for a night. She was super scrubbing my toilet and I had to use the bathroom, so I used hers. I come out of her room and she says in the most ACCUSITORY voice I've ever heard:
Her: What exactly were you doing in there?
Me: Using the bathroom.
Her: We do not have time for that right now!
Me: O_o Sorry, next time I'll hold off on my bladder's needs.
Her: DON'T USE THAT TONE WITH ME!!
Me: o_o I didn't...
Her: You could've just said, "Mom, I was using the bathroom."
Me: ...I did. You got mad at me!
Her: Just get back to work!! And don't use that tone with me! Do you want to go back to Prep next year?
I shit you not, this conversation actually happened.
On a happier note, I recently recieved a bunch of second hand, amazing clothes. My mom's friend's daughter is in a sorority where they apparently go through clothes like some people go through tissues, and so now I have two new BCBG dresses that are absolutely ADORABLE and a bunch of knit sweaters/cartigan things and I've seriously needed them as I lost two of my favorite jackets like...during the last week of school. God, I LOVE clothes. It's insane.
Also, I have a new goal in life: Make a Pokemon trainer on a Diamond/Pearl game that uses only high-leveled Eeveelutions! I love all the Eevees (although none top Vaporeon and Glaceon), and so...why not? =D And at some point, I'm going to design an original character for potential fanfiction use (get your groans out now, and have a little faith in me!) based on said Eevee trainer. It'll be fun, if I ever find the time.
Well, okay, I have all the time in the world. I just spend it sitting on my ass doing nothing except maybe watcing Law and Order: SVU. Which, by the way, has taught me well. Rapists are everywhere. Lock your windows, lock your doors, cover your drains. That's right, rapists can come from drains. Don't you forget it.
Also, just for the hell of it, I figure I'll document every important scholastic...number thingy (lol intelligence) of my Junior year of high school:
Grades:
Statistics: A+
US History: B+
Chemistry: B
English: A-
Latin III: B+
Standardized Tests:
SAT Reasoning: 1950/2400
SATII US History: 640/800
SATII English: 660/800
Advanced Placement Tests:
English Literature: 5/5
So basically, I have an assload of work to do before I'm even remotely competative to colleges, particularly NYU (kind of sort of my MAIN GOAL). I want to retake my English SATII and obviously my SAT Reasoning, because I KNOW I can do better on both. My major GPA killer next year is gonna be Latin, but I think I'll live. Maybe.
Also, in case you were wondering, it's really hard to write blog entries while singing.
- Location:Living Room of Justice
- Mood:
awake - Music:Merchant of Death - Ramin Djawadi
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