Today is the last day of August, which means that today is also the last day of Blog Every Day in August. This month positively FLEW by. This is something I've really thought a lot about this month. How quickly time goes.
It's gotten so that I can't make myself get excited for something because I know that before I know it, the thing I was looking forward to will be over, and then what? Find something else to be excited about would be the logical solution. But is that all life is to most of us? A series of building excitement and then the eventual boredom that resurfaces once the excitement is over?
When I was in 8th grade, I was IN LOVE with Green Day. They were my everything. This sounds ridiculous, but I spent 95% of my day thinking about them. I still love them and they are still my favorite band (I used to be so embarrassed to admit that, but now I think, Why should I care what you think of my favorite band? It doesn't change what they mean to me.) but it was beyond an obsession back then. I was going to go to their concert, and this was my first concert, and I couldn't believe I would finally be seeing my favorite band live. I would be hearing their music and seeing their faces in REAL TIME right in front of me. But I couldn't make myself be excited. I mean, of course I couldn't wait to finally see them perform, but I knew that if I got excited I would be that much more sad once the concert was over. I didn't want it to end so I didn't want to be excited. Does that make sense? I hope so.
Another thing related to this is my recent Leaving Seattle and One of My Best Friends adventure. This last year was amazing and one of the greatest years of my life. The last day there with Ellie was probably one of the worst days of my life. I didn't want to leave. I didn't want to be over. I hate that something I loved so much had to end. But it did, and it has been a while. I've processed it and, though I'm still not over it, I'm okay with it. It ended, but Ellie is still here and I'm still here and we're still friends.
Something ends, and we move on.
But if I think too much about it, about how everything ends eventually, I get depressed and think, well, what's the point of anything I do? What's the point of getting excited? Getting excited and counting down the days just makes things come and go that much quicker. I also think, Why bother doing anything at all that you enjoy if it's just going to be over? One could argue that, depending what it is, you could come out of it a stronger person, or a more well rounded person, or a smarter person, or anything like that. I think that's why I like books so much. You read a book, and it's fun, and then it's over. But books are never over. Books are full of ideas that you take with you and hold on to forever. The more books you read, the more ideas you have in your possession and the more tools you have for getting through your daily existence. Books make you stronger, books make you more well rounded, books make you smarter. And if you ever wanted the experience again, pick up the book and start at the beginning.
I love college, but sooner than I think, my time and experience here will be over. But the ideas I glean from this campus's every pore will stick with me until I die.
Not sure what the point of this was, but it was nice getting my thoughts out there. And because of BEDA, I'm definitely going to be blogging a lot more.
Days until the Pumpkin Spice Latte Returns: 6
Wednesday, August 31, 2011
BEDA 30: Nope
Way too much homework to blog tonight. Tomorrow's the last day! Sad but happy because I am busy.
Days until Pumpkin Spice Latte returns: 7
Days until Pumpkin Spice Latte returns: 7
Monday, August 29, 2011
BEDA 29: One's Got Class and the Other One Dyes
A thousand points if you can tell me what the title is from.
Today was the first day of classes, and I SO CALLED IT when I expressed how everything would be better when classes start. First of all, I LOVE my classes. Second of all, people talked to me today! Here is a step by step guide to my First Day of Real College. (No offense art school.)
8:00 am- Be woken up first by alarm then by a REALLY LOUD BANG from outside. I had a heart attack and thought it was a gunshot. But I think it was either the dumpster or something having to do with some kind of electrical transformer or something, I don't even know how that would work, but right after a lot of the power in the residence halls weren't working....
9:15 am- Begin my walk to class. It only takes about five minutes (I already knew where the building and where the class was) but I wanted to find out where I'm going to be getting coffee in the morning. Luckily I stumbled upon it and didn't have to go searching. I got my usual small black coffee, and I must say, it was particularly delicious. Not bitter and slightly nutty. (THAT'S WHAT SHE SAID.)
9:30 am- I go into my school's new building and it smells like a new house. I really hate that smell, but you get used to it. My first class is Intro to Voting Theory and the chairs are so comfortable and the professor has tattoos and a bowtie. He is amazing. The class is VERY interesting and I'm glad it counts as a math class. I've always thought the electoral college was interesting and I've always wanted to learn more about it; high school government was not enough. I also worked the polls for an August election last year. So I think voting is exciting.
10:15 am- Class gets out early, I go buy my textbook. Long line, but not too bad and the book was only $29. Probably the cheapest book I'll buy....
11:00 am- Start organizing my schedule and my homework. You heard that right, I started doing homework at 11 am. Goes to show how serious I am about my education this time around.
12:30 pm- Next class, Critical Methods of Literary Study. In the same building as earlier. The Whovian I met in the French Placement test is in this class (AS I SUSPECTED SHE WOULD BE). We got into groups (A part of me dies every time a teacher says "You're going to be getting into groups...) to discuss a poem and what it says about poetry. I totally kicked my group members' asses with my analysis. It helps that I analyze everything I read all the time, which I feel should be a requirement for every single English major. We need to be able to communicate clearly and effectively what we feel a text is trying to say. We're in college, we should be able to do this by now. It's just such a no brainer for me. I hope I don't sound like I'm bragging or anything. I just really like literature.
1:50 pm- Book it to my French class. I wasn't exactly sure to go because I registered for 101 but got placed in 201 but the classes are right next to each other so I went to where they would be.... The aforementioned Whovian was there as well (WHAT) and she is also in 201. I decided to attend that class and drop the other one. I feel this was the obvious choice. The Whovian was wearing a Deathly Hallows shirt today, and I a Great Gatsby. I told her I liked her shirt again. She told me she liked mine and that she really wanted the Catcher in the Rye one and I said that I did too. I think she might be my long lost twin. Even though she looks nothing like me....
2:45 pm- Leave class after successfull getting the signatures I need to add/drop the French classes and now all I need is my advisor's signature, whom I have not actually met yet. I wander over to where his office is to see if he was busy and he was so I wandered away awkwardly and went and bought some (freaking expensive) textbooks.
4:00 pm- Come back to my room and get organized and do the easiest of my homework. As a reward...
5:43 pm- Go to the dining hall! I got some tasty looking salad thing and some pita and hummus. I mixed things up today and sat at a two-person table on the OTHER side of the room! I did this because I saw someone else sitting alone over there, so I thought, I'll go be alone, too! So I'm sitting, eating, reading, and this kid comes up to me and asks to sit down. He does and asks me about my book. Turns out, he's READ IT. I haven't met anyone who's even HEARD of it. Then we continued to talk about our schedules and books and writing and Seattle.... Eventually I leave and before I go he asks for my number! khsdkfjhsdfkjhsekfbdnsdfmnsdfms. Whaaaaaat. I gave it to him and told him to text me so I have his. I leave and practically skip to Walgreens, where I needed to go to get highlighters and one of those accordion folder things.
And I've pretty much been in my room ever since then. Today was a really good day. Tomorrow I have History of World Civilizations (not excited to buy the books for that one) and French again and Literary Magazine. I also have some more stupid Fall Connections business. Ugh. I've integrated myself into Linfield society well enough. Leave me alone.
Days until Pumpkin Spice Latte returns: 8
Today was the first day of classes, and I SO CALLED IT when I expressed how everything would be better when classes start. First of all, I LOVE my classes. Second of all, people talked to me today! Here is a step by step guide to my First Day of Real College. (No offense art school.)
8:00 am- Be woken up first by alarm then by a REALLY LOUD BANG from outside. I had a heart attack and thought it was a gunshot. But I think it was either the dumpster or something having to do with some kind of electrical transformer or something, I don't even know how that would work, but right after a lot of the power in the residence halls weren't working....
9:15 am- Begin my walk to class. It only takes about five minutes (I already knew where the building and where the class was) but I wanted to find out where I'm going to be getting coffee in the morning. Luckily I stumbled upon it and didn't have to go searching. I got my usual small black coffee, and I must say, it was particularly delicious. Not bitter and slightly nutty. (THAT'S WHAT SHE SAID.)
9:30 am- I go into my school's new building and it smells like a new house. I really hate that smell, but you get used to it. My first class is Intro to Voting Theory and the chairs are so comfortable and the professor has tattoos and a bowtie. He is amazing. The class is VERY interesting and I'm glad it counts as a math class. I've always thought the electoral college was interesting and I've always wanted to learn more about it; high school government was not enough. I also worked the polls for an August election last year. So I think voting is exciting.
10:15 am- Class gets out early, I go buy my textbook. Long line, but not too bad and the book was only $29. Probably the cheapest book I'll buy....
11:00 am- Start organizing my schedule and my homework. You heard that right, I started doing homework at 11 am. Goes to show how serious I am about my education this time around.
12:30 pm- Next class, Critical Methods of Literary Study. In the same building as earlier. The Whovian I met in the French Placement test is in this class (AS I SUSPECTED SHE WOULD BE). We got into groups (A part of me dies every time a teacher says "You're going to be getting into groups...) to discuss a poem and what it says about poetry. I totally kicked my group members' asses with my analysis. It helps that I analyze everything I read all the time, which I feel should be a requirement for every single English major. We need to be able to communicate clearly and effectively what we feel a text is trying to say. We're in college, we should be able to do this by now. It's just such a no brainer for me. I hope I don't sound like I'm bragging or anything. I just really like literature.
1:50 pm- Book it to my French class. I wasn't exactly sure to go because I registered for 101 but got placed in 201 but the classes are right next to each other so I went to where they would be.... The aforementioned Whovian was there as well (WHAT) and she is also in 201. I decided to attend that class and drop the other one. I feel this was the obvious choice. The Whovian was wearing a Deathly Hallows shirt today, and I a Great Gatsby. I told her I liked her shirt again. She told me she liked mine and that she really wanted the Catcher in the Rye one and I said that I did too. I think she might be my long lost twin. Even though she looks nothing like me....
2:45 pm- Leave class after successfull getting the signatures I need to add/drop the French classes and now all I need is my advisor's signature, whom I have not actually met yet. I wander over to where his office is to see if he was busy and he was so I wandered away awkwardly and went and bought some (freaking expensive) textbooks.
4:00 pm- Come back to my room and get organized and do the easiest of my homework. As a reward...
5:43 pm- Go to the dining hall! I got some tasty looking salad thing and some pita and hummus. I mixed things up today and sat at a two-person table on the OTHER side of the room! I did this because I saw someone else sitting alone over there, so I thought, I'll go be alone, too! So I'm sitting, eating, reading, and this kid comes up to me and asks to sit down. He does and asks me about my book. Turns out, he's READ IT. I haven't met anyone who's even HEARD of it. Then we continued to talk about our schedules and books and writing and Seattle.... Eventually I leave and before I go he asks for my number! khsdkfjhsdfkjhsekfbdnsdfmnsdfms. Whaaaaaat. I gave it to him and told him to text me so I have his. I leave and practically skip to Walgreens, where I needed to go to get highlighters and one of those accordion folder things.
And I've pretty much been in my room ever since then. Today was a really good day. Tomorrow I have History of World Civilizations (not excited to buy the books for that one) and French again and Literary Magazine. I also have some more stupid Fall Connections business. Ugh. I've integrated myself into Linfield society well enough. Leave me alone.
Days until Pumpkin Spice Latte returns: 8
Sunday, August 28, 2011
BEDA 28: Jump in the Line, Rock Your Body in Time
Okay, I believe you! Sorry, that song has been in my head ever since this girl this morning used Beetlejuice as a mnemonic device for remember this girl Lydia's name. What was her device for my name? "Summer Strawberries on her Skirt." My reaction? "Um, what?" It started with her thinking my name was Hannah. Today has been fun.
I was having the most delightful dream this morning about hanging out with Michael Chabon when my roommate dropped everything she owns onto the floor and woke me up.
Something in the gym just ended, some kind of "Welcome to the Time of Your Life" speech, and I can tell because there is a horde of people walking from it in different directions, like ants from an ant hill. I wonder if everyone walking into my building can hear me watching Daria because I have my window open. I don't care.
What happened to make me so cynical?? I was sitting on a bench reading while I was waiting for dinner because I had nothing else to do and I was bored (what else is new) and I had the strangest sense of deja vu. This is exactly what happened to me my freshman year of high school. This made me feel a lot better about my current situation because high school ended up being pretty okay. I mean, I got some really good friends out of it. Claire, for example. From every new and different school situation, I managed to find one really good friend. Middle school, Melissa (even though she isn't really a good friend anymore, but she was at some point, so.). High school, Claire. Cornish, Ellie. Linfield, chocolate. Wait, I might be a little premature on this one. I did go to the 76 (is that what you call it? Just 76? We don't have those anymore in Arizona) across the street to get chocolate to eat while I watched Daria to make myself feel better. This 76 also sells Four Loko. Made me LOL. Now THAT would have made me feel better. (I do not condone drinking beverages of the same nature as Four Loko in great quantities, especially if you're underage.) (Wow couldn't get through that without laughing.) (Don't follow my bad example.) (If my parents are reading this, just kidding.)
On some other notes, I am seriously considering studying abroad. And by seriously considering I mean going to do anything in my power to do so. I want to study in London. I don't know if I just want to go for the January term for Creative Writing, or for a whole semester. I just want to go no matter what. I did want to take Creative Writing during the January term, anyway, and it looks like it's only offered in London (to be honest I didn't really look at the other countries...) and it seemed like to much of a coincidence to not be considered.
I said "some other notes," giving the impression that I had other things to talk about. I don't think that is actually the case. I am really excited for classes to start tomorrow. FINALLY!!!!!!!!!!! The reason I'm here. Not sports, not parties. LEARNING. Have I complained yet about the basketball shorts? I believe I have. Well I've started keeping a tally of how many humans of the male species wear something besides basketball shorts. Specifically, pants that aren't of the sweat variety. And the wearing of flip flops automatically cancels out any non-basketball shorts they are wearing. So far I've counted six. In two days. Kill me. No, kill them. Please. Thanks.
Have I mentioned how anxious I am for classes to start?
(Do I even need this countdown?) Days until school starts: 1
I was having the most delightful dream this morning about hanging out with Michael Chabon when my roommate dropped everything she owns onto the floor and woke me up.
Something in the gym just ended, some kind of "Welcome to the Time of Your Life" speech, and I can tell because there is a horde of people walking from it in different directions, like ants from an ant hill. I wonder if everyone walking into my building can hear me watching Daria because I have my window open. I don't care.
What happened to make me so cynical?? I was sitting on a bench reading while I was waiting for dinner because I had nothing else to do and I was bored (what else is new) and I had the strangest sense of deja vu. This is exactly what happened to me my freshman year of high school. This made me feel a lot better about my current situation because high school ended up being pretty okay. I mean, I got some really good friends out of it. Claire, for example. From every new and different school situation, I managed to find one really good friend. Middle school, Melissa (even though she isn't really a good friend anymore, but she was at some point, so.). High school, Claire. Cornish, Ellie. Linfield, chocolate. Wait, I might be a little premature on this one. I did go to the 76 (is that what you call it? Just 76? We don't have those anymore in Arizona) across the street to get chocolate to eat while I watched Daria to make myself feel better. This 76 also sells Four Loko. Made me LOL. Now THAT would have made me feel better. (I do not condone drinking beverages of the same nature as Four Loko in great quantities, especially if you're underage.) (Wow couldn't get through that without laughing.) (Don't follow my bad example.) (If my parents are reading this, just kidding.)
On some other notes, I am seriously considering studying abroad. And by seriously considering I mean going to do anything in my power to do so. I want to study in London. I don't know if I just want to go for the January term for Creative Writing, or for a whole semester. I just want to go no matter what. I did want to take Creative Writing during the January term, anyway, and it looks like it's only offered in London (to be honest I didn't really look at the other countries...) and it seemed like to much of a coincidence to not be considered.
I said "some other notes," giving the impression that I had other things to talk about. I don't think that is actually the case. I am really excited for classes to start tomorrow. FINALLY!!!!!!!!!!! The reason I'm here. Not sports, not parties. LEARNING. Have I complained yet about the basketball shorts? I believe I have. Well I've started keeping a tally of how many humans of the male species wear something besides basketball shorts. Specifically, pants that aren't of the sweat variety. And the wearing of flip flops automatically cancels out any non-basketball shorts they are wearing. So far I've counted six. In two days. Kill me. No, kill them. Please. Thanks.
Have I mentioned how anxious I am for classes to start?
(Do I even need this countdown?) Days until school starts: 1
Saturday, August 27, 2011
BEDA 27: All the people that I meet...
Ellie will be able to finish that sentence. I wish her phone hadn't broken.
I FINALLY, after hours of searching, found a streaming link for today's NEW episode of Doctor Who. On a very related note, I met a Whovian today! She lives on my floor and she is a fellow English major and she was in my French placement test room and I noticed that she was wearing a Doctor Who shirt. What a coincidence, so am I! So I told her that I liked her shirt and we talked about how excited we are for the new episode.
I just got back from dinner and I was planning on sitting in my room for another hour and a half watching Daria to make myself feel better after a lonely, lonely day. I have not met anyone else like me. I mean, everyone acts like they're from California or something. The guys seem like assholes. For example, when I was standing in line for dinner, minding my own business reading my book, these two guys behind me start talking about this "crazy smart" girl who is, I gathered, rather nerdy. And one gentleman said he wants to get her to open up because she's smart but is probably "freaky." My god. I better meet someone who isn't a huge dickwad soon. Hell, I'd like to meet ANYONE soon. No one talks to me. It doesn't help that, when I think someone is going to start talking to me, I cross the street to avoid them. There just hasn't been anyone with whom I would want to engage in conversation. I am hoping hoping hoping that I meet someone who acts intelligent and likes reading in one of my classes. Since my fellow Whovian is an English major, she'll probably be in one of my required English classes. But I'm not holding my breath that we become friends.
Are there any guys here who don't walk around in basketball shorts? Come on. You look disgusting.
I'm going to watch Doctor Who now.
Days until classes start: 2
I FINALLY, after hours of searching, found a streaming link for today's NEW episode of Doctor Who. On a very related note, I met a Whovian today! She lives on my floor and she is a fellow English major and she was in my French placement test room and I noticed that she was wearing a Doctor Who shirt. What a coincidence, so am I! So I told her that I liked her shirt and we talked about how excited we are for the new episode.
I just got back from dinner and I was planning on sitting in my room for another hour and a half watching Daria to make myself feel better after a lonely, lonely day. I have not met anyone else like me. I mean, everyone acts like they're from California or something. The guys seem like assholes. For example, when I was standing in line for dinner, minding my own business reading my book, these two guys behind me start talking about this "crazy smart" girl who is, I gathered, rather nerdy. And one gentleman said he wants to get her to open up because she's smart but is probably "freaky." My god. I better meet someone who isn't a huge dickwad soon. Hell, I'd like to meet ANYONE soon. No one talks to me. It doesn't help that, when I think someone is going to start talking to me, I cross the street to avoid them. There just hasn't been anyone with whom I would want to engage in conversation. I am hoping hoping hoping that I meet someone who acts intelligent and likes reading in one of my classes. Since my fellow Whovian is an English major, she'll probably be in one of my required English classes. But I'm not holding my breath that we become friends.
Are there any guys here who don't walk around in basketball shorts? Come on. You look disgusting.
I'm going to watch Doctor Who now.
Days until classes start: 2
Friday, August 26, 2011
BEDA 26: Get 2 Kno U!
It's 7:40 p.m. on my first full day of being here at Linfield. The day has been packed full of Fun Fun Fun Get to Know You activities and Convocation and Fall Transitions (for transfer students like little ole me) meetings and blah blah blah.
I hate this kind of thing. I went through it once, last year, and that was enough. I hate it. I hate meeting new people. I don't immediately like everyone I meet. It's a terrible habit, but I am automatically annoyed by every new person that crosses my path (unless they happen to be a Nerdfighter or a Whovian or recognize the obscure book I'm reading) and more likely than not I will ignore them if they try to talk to me. I am a really awful person, but I swear I'm super nice if you get to know me! We just have to get past that awkward I Don't Know You situation. It doesn't help that I am the oddball among all of these new students. Freshman. I am a sophomore. I've gone through all of this before. I would rather sit in Starbucks by myself and read for two hours than stand outside in the hot sun "bonding" with people who share my birth month.
Outside my window there is a girl putting on a brand new pair of roller skates. I am insanely jealous.
If you've read Second Helpings by Megan McCafferty, you have some idea of how I feel. Just think of how Jessica felt during her Get to Know You activities at SPECIAL. (Yet another reason why this book is my Book Soul Mate and why it is my favorite series of all time ever the end.)
My roommate is really nice, and more social awkward than me(though at this point in my life I'm realizing that my social awkwardness stems from my being completely annoyed by the human race). Which I didn't think was possible. But I think we are going to get along fine.
I just want classes to start so I can get going with what I'm here for: learning, learning, learning.
Now i must head off to a residence life meeting. Because I've NEVER lived in a dorm before.
Wish me luck.
Days until school starts: 3
I hate this kind of thing. I went through it once, last year, and that was enough. I hate it. I hate meeting new people. I don't immediately like everyone I meet. It's a terrible habit, but I am automatically annoyed by every new person that crosses my path (unless they happen to be a Nerdfighter or a Whovian or recognize the obscure book I'm reading) and more likely than not I will ignore them if they try to talk to me. I am a really awful person, but I swear I'm super nice if you get to know me! We just have to get past that awkward I Don't Know You situation. It doesn't help that I am the oddball among all of these new students. Freshman. I am a sophomore. I've gone through all of this before. I would rather sit in Starbucks by myself and read for two hours than stand outside in the hot sun "bonding" with people who share my birth month.
Outside my window there is a girl putting on a brand new pair of roller skates. I am insanely jealous.
If you've read Second Helpings by Megan McCafferty, you have some idea of how I feel. Just think of how Jessica felt during her Get to Know You activities at SPECIAL. (Yet another reason why this book is my Book Soul Mate and why it is my favorite series of all time ever the end.)
My roommate is really nice, and more social awkward than me(though at this point in my life I'm realizing that my social awkwardness stems from my being completely annoyed by the human race). Which I didn't think was possible. But I think we are going to get along fine.
I just want classes to start so I can get going with what I'm here for: learning, learning, learning.
Now i must head off to a residence life meeting. Because I've NEVER lived in a dorm before.
Wish me luck.
Days until school starts: 3
Thursday, August 25, 2011
BEDA 25: Move In Day
I'm at Linfield! Well, I'm actually in the hotel room right now because the room was so hot I thought I was going to die. But I moved all of my junk on in there and hung up my darling FOTC poster that won't stay up and my Motion City Soundtrack poster. I'll hang up everything else later. We went to JC Penney and Walmart to get last minute things and peanut butter. I met my roommate and her family and they seem really nice. She also had some posters, including A FRINGE POSTER. UM. THAT SO HAPPENS TO BE MY FAVORITE SHOW ON TELEVISION. I flipped out. She brought a tv so I was like, dude, we are watching Fringe always. She vehemently agreed. Yessssss.
My room looks great and I'm really happy with it. And the campus is beautiful and I just want to school to start so I can learning everything. lsdhglksghfkgjhdfkgjhdfjghdk.
Now I'm going to nap because I'm exhausted.
PIX COMING SOON LOL!!!!11
Days until school starts: 4
My room looks great and I'm really happy with it. And the campus is beautiful and I just want to school to start so I can learning everything. lsdhglksghfkgjhdfkgjhdfjghdk.
Now I'm going to nap because I'm exhausted.
PIX COMING SOON LOL!!!!11
Days until school starts: 4
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
BEDA 24: Happy Birthday Mom!/Seattle
Today, like John Green, is my mother's birthday! It is also my aunt's and grandmother's. You heard that right. My mom and my aunt, twins, were born on my grandmother's birthday. I love August 24th. I wore my Pizza John shirt around Seattle in hopes of coming upon a fellow Nerdfighter. Sadly, I did not.
Speaking of Seattle, yesterday was wonderful! The weather could not have been more perfect: the sky was clear and there was a slight breeze and it wasn't too hot and it wasn't too cold.
My mom and I boarded the plane from Tucson to a connecting flight in Phoenix at 8:00 am yesterday. The flight to Phoenix is about 45 minutes. Ridiculous. On the flight to Seattle I slept a bit and then started reading my next Michael Chabon adventure: Wonder Boys. Before I knew it we were landing, getting our bags (or rather my one bag) from baggage claim, and on our way to the light rail to get to downtown Seattle.
You know what? I was right. It really felt like I never left. Walking from the light rail through downtown to the Best Western Loyal Inn was so familiar I could have done it blindfolded.
The first thing we did was go to my favorite favorite place in the whole world: Top Pot Doughnuts. I got a glazed ring and a small coffee, my mom got a raspberry bullseye and a small coffee, and I got my dad a pound of coffee because he is truly, madly, deeply in love with Top Pot's Coffee. After that we were off Science Fiction Museum, another of my favorite places. I was crestfallen to discover than their new Avatar exhibit was the ONLY THING THEY HAD. Where was the Hall of Fame?! RUINED. THE SCIENCE FICTION MUSEUM IS RUINED. I swear, they better put everything back. I. Hate. Avatar.
After that we went walking around the Seattle Center because it was so beautiful I wanted to see this place in the pretty sunlight.
After that we went down to Pike Place and I went to the Comic Book place downstairs, I'm not sure what it's called, and I got a Flight of the Conchords poster. The LAST one in the store! Total score. Then we went to Zeeks and met my friend Leila there!!! Hooray! That was swell. After dinner I walked with Leila up to Capitol Hill (because I miss it) and to her apartment.
I was absolutely exhausted by the time I got back to the hotel; I fell asleep immediately.
Today my mom and I got everything out of our storage unit, packed it into a rental car (still not sure how we got everything in there), gave Leila some crates and a bookshelf I didn't want, got my mom a salted caramel cupcake from Cupcake Royale for her birthday, and hit the road to McMinnville!
And now here we are. We went to Shari's for dinner and I had to twist their arm until it fell off to get a salad WITHOUT meat on it. Seriously, that's not an option? But it was Free Pie Wednesday, and I got Marionberry and I'm in love with Marionberry, so it was okay. Well, not completely, because they should have vegetarian options, but it was slightly better. After dinner we went over to Linfield and drove around the campus and it's so gorgeous and I'm so so so excited to move in tomorrow!!
Days until school starts: 5
Also, I need a count down or something to keep track of on this blog.... Suggestions?
Speaking of Seattle, yesterday was wonderful! The weather could not have been more perfect: the sky was clear and there was a slight breeze and it wasn't too hot and it wasn't too cold.
My mom and I boarded the plane from Tucson to a connecting flight in Phoenix at 8:00 am yesterday. The flight to Phoenix is about 45 minutes. Ridiculous. On the flight to Seattle I slept a bit and then started reading my next Michael Chabon adventure: Wonder Boys. Before I knew it we were landing, getting our bags (or rather my one bag) from baggage claim, and on our way to the light rail to get to downtown Seattle.
You know what? I was right. It really felt like I never left. Walking from the light rail through downtown to the Best Western Loyal Inn was so familiar I could have done it blindfolded.
The first thing we did was go to my favorite favorite place in the whole world: Top Pot Doughnuts. I got a glazed ring and a small coffee, my mom got a raspberry bullseye and a small coffee, and I got my dad a pound of coffee because he is truly, madly, deeply in love with Top Pot's Coffee. After that we were off Science Fiction Museum, another of my favorite places. I was crestfallen to discover than their new Avatar exhibit was the ONLY THING THEY HAD. Where was the Hall of Fame?! RUINED. THE SCIENCE FICTION MUSEUM IS RUINED. I swear, they better put everything back. I. Hate. Avatar.
After that we went walking around the Seattle Center because it was so beautiful I wanted to see this place in the pretty sunlight.
I was absolutely exhausted by the time I got back to the hotel; I fell asleep immediately.
Today my mom and I got everything out of our storage unit, packed it into a rental car (still not sure how we got everything in there), gave Leila some crates and a bookshelf I didn't want, got my mom a salted caramel cupcake from Cupcake Royale for her birthday, and hit the road to McMinnville!
And now here we are. We went to Shari's for dinner and I had to twist their arm until it fell off to get a salad WITHOUT meat on it. Seriously, that's not an option? But it was Free Pie Wednesday, and I got Marionberry and I'm in love with Marionberry, so it was okay. Well, not completely, because they should have vegetarian options, but it was slightly better. After dinner we went over to Linfield and drove around the campus and it's so gorgeous and I'm so so so excited to move in tomorrow!!
Days until school starts: 5
Also, I need a count down or something to keep track of on this blog.... Suggestions?
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
BEDA 23: Here
Guess where I am.
Go on, guess.
...Wow you are terrible at this. I'll just tell you. I'm in Seattle! Finally. After all this counting down. It's 10:20 pm and I am so dead. I need to sleep. I will blog all about it tomorrow when I am in McMinnville.
Nighty Noodles.
(BOY WHAT A COP OUT LOLOLOL)
Days until I go back to Seattle: Freakin Zero!!!
Days until school starts: 6
Go on, guess.
...Wow you are terrible at this. I'll just tell you. I'm in Seattle! Finally. After all this counting down. It's 10:20 pm and I am so dead. I need to sleep. I will blog all about it tomorrow when I am in McMinnville.
Nighty Noodles.
(BOY WHAT A COP OUT LOLOLOL)
Days until I go back to Seattle: Freakin Zero!!!
Days until school starts: 6
BEDA 22: What I Did This Summer
It's technically the 23rd, but I haven't slept yet so the day hasn't ended. It's 12:15 am and I will be in Seattle in 13 hours. I'm watching Fight Club (I did not realise that I know every word to this movie) and I just finished packing and I'm convinced I'm forgetting everything important. Let's see, I packed all of my clothes, underwear, shoes (it's times like these I hate myself for owning so many pairs of boots), purses, socks, books, movies (The Social Network and Daria: The Complete Series).... I'm packing make-up after I get ready tomorrow, and I have a ton of stuff in a storage unit in Seattle (fridge, winter clothes, bike...a ton of other stuff that I plan on getting rid of after I go through it when I get up there), and I'm getting School Supplies up there as well. Still, I have this nagging suspicion that I'm going to get to school and realise I forgot something REALLY, VITALLY IMPORTANT. Looking around my room, though...I think I'm set.
Okay. What I did this summer.
Next time I blog I will be in Seattle.
Days until I go back to Seattle: 1
Days until school starts: 7
Okay. What I did this summer.
- Read books
- Watched Sherlock five times
- Watched some good films
- And some bad ones
- Drank my weight in iced coffee and lattes
- Hung out with the friends who didn't stop caring (Claire, Molly, Lauren, Zanden)
- Wrote a short film with Molly
- Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 2
- Discovered and fell in love with Michael Chabon
- Went to the dentist four times in a five day period
- Root Canal
- Stitches in my mouth
- Watched way too many YouTube videos
- Went to Bisbee with Claire
- Wrote some good things
- And some terrible things
- Got a new phone
- Nothing really productive.
Next time I blog I will be in Seattle.
Days until I go back to Seattle: 1
Days until school starts: 7
Sunday, August 21, 2011
BEDA 21: Bisbee
Just a warning: I'm on Vicodin because my tooth really hurts, so if this makes no sense, that's why.
Today, my last Sunday in town until December, my dear friend Claire and I took a trip to Bisbee, which is a small mining town about 2 hours south east of Tucson. It was a lot of fun. We started the morning by taking our respective medications, me Vicodin and she allergy medication, so we were nice and loopy. We stopped to get gas and Starbucks and we were on our way.
We drove through many a small rural town with churches aplenty. We also drove through the famous Tombstone, The Town Too Tough to Die! Yeah it was pretty dead.
Soon enough, with the A*Teens, Backstreet Boys, and the Spice Girls escorting us, we drove through the tunnel and into Bisbee. We got out and were hungry and had to go to the bathroom so we went to the bathroom and were hungry so we wanted to eat. We decided to drive a bit more west to try to find Dot's Diner. We got off at two different locations off the roundabout (yes, a roundabout) and did not find Dot's Diner. We did find a weird apartment building on the top of a hill that looked more like an insane asylum. We finally made our way back to Bisbee and decided to eat at the Bisbee Grille. It was delissssssssssh! They had Trivial Perscootskidoodles on the table so we broadened our knowledge while we anxiously awaited our fish and chips. FRIES SO GOOD YUM. Afterward we split a scoop of ice cream and fudge and sat on the steps outside one of the museums and overheard an interesting conversation and laughed at puns. Because it is not Sunday, it's Punday.
On our way home we sang along with the extremely talented Hawthorne Heights, among other bands from our 9th Grade Days. Panic! At the Disco, I will always love you.
Now I am extremely tired and sitting in my living room watching old tv shows. Bob Newhart here I come!
Good Night.
Days until I go back to Seattle: 2
Days until school starts: 8
Today, my last Sunday in town until December, my dear friend Claire and I took a trip to Bisbee, which is a small mining town about 2 hours south east of Tucson. It was a lot of fun. We started the morning by taking our respective medications, me Vicodin and she allergy medication, so we were nice and loopy. We stopped to get gas and Starbucks and we were on our way.
We drove through many a small rural town with churches aplenty. We also drove through the famous Tombstone, The Town Too Tough to Die! Yeah it was pretty dead.
Soon enough, with the A*Teens, Backstreet Boys, and the Spice Girls escorting us, we drove through the tunnel and into Bisbee. We got out and were hungry and had to go to the bathroom so we went to the bathroom and were hungry so we wanted to eat. We decided to drive a bit more west to try to find Dot's Diner. We got off at two different locations off the roundabout (yes, a roundabout) and did not find Dot's Diner. We did find a weird apartment building on the top of a hill that looked more like an insane asylum. We finally made our way back to Bisbee and decided to eat at the Bisbee Grille. It was delissssssssssh! They had Trivial Perscootskidoodles on the table so we broadened our knowledge while we anxiously awaited our fish and chips. FRIES SO GOOD YUM. Afterward we split a scoop of ice cream and fudge and sat on the steps outside one of the museums and overheard an interesting conversation and laughed at puns. Because it is not Sunday, it's Punday.
On our way home we sang along with the extremely talented Hawthorne Heights, among other bands from our 9th Grade Days. Panic! At the Disco, I will always love you.
Now I am extremely tired and sitting in my living room watching old tv shows. Bob Newhart here I come!
Good Night.
Days until I go back to Seattle: 2
Days until school starts: 8
Saturday, August 20, 2011
BEDA 20: Erg
Today I ate lunch and bought a book and drank coffee and watched National Lampoon's Vacation and The Bob Newhart show and tomorrow I'm going to Bisbee with Claire and I'm really tired. BLOOOOGG.
Days until I go back to Seattle: 3
Days until school starts: 9
Days until I go back to Seattle: 3
Days until school starts: 9
Friday, August 19, 2011
BEDA 19: Food
Today I went to the dentist. I know, weird right? It's been so long since I've gone to the dentist. I have really missed it.
Seriously though, today was the worst out of all four of my appointments this week. The actual dentist, a Lady Dentist this time, was very, very nice so it made the visit suck less. The procedure was awful. Long story short, I have stitches and a prescription for mouth wash and Vicodin. I didn't even know there was such a thing as prescription mouth wash. I can't eat any substantial food or anything with a straw. I've had oatmeal and yogurt. Yum. Since I can't eat any real food, of course I'm craving everything. I want all the Mexican food in the world right now. Burritos mostly. Bean and cheese burritos. Beans and rice. I guess I could actually eat a burrito, but that would take a really, really long time. It was hard enough eating yogurt, I can't imagine a whole burrito. Ugh and I want Chipotle. And waffles. And pancakes. Mmmmmmmmmm burritos.
I want to sleep now. Sorry this is short. But I hurt.
Days until I go back to Seattle: 4
Days until school starts: 10
Seriously though, today was the worst out of all four of my appointments this week. The actual dentist, a Lady Dentist this time, was very, very nice so it made the visit suck less. The procedure was awful. Long story short, I have stitches and a prescription for mouth wash and Vicodin. I didn't even know there was such a thing as prescription mouth wash. I can't eat any substantial food or anything with a straw. I've had oatmeal and yogurt. Yum. Since I can't eat any real food, of course I'm craving everything. I want all the Mexican food in the world right now. Burritos mostly. Bean and cheese burritos. Beans and rice. I guess I could actually eat a burrito, but that would take a really, really long time. It was hard enough eating yogurt, I can't imagine a whole burrito. Ugh and I want Chipotle. And waffles. And pancakes. Mmmmmmmmmm burritos.
I want to sleep now. Sorry this is short. But I hurt.
Days until I go back to Seattle: 4
Days until school starts: 10
Thursday, August 18, 2011
BEDA 18: I Don't Even Want to Talk About It
Guess what I did today? Went to the dentist. Guess what I'm doing tomorrow? Going to the dentist.
Yes, you read that correctly. I am going back AGAIN tomorrow. To a different dentist, a periodontist this time.
I am FO RIZZLE too pissed off to even discuss this topic any longer. I feel like there are things that have happened this week that I haven't talked about because of this Dental Business. Let's see...
Monday I got a new phone! It's an LG Cosmos Touch and it has a key board and it's small and cute. I was really, really attached to my old cell phone and I was afraid any new phone I got would be too Smart Phoney for me. I hate Smart Phones and I hate touch screens. What I like about the phone I got is it has a touch screen AND a keyboard. If I had to text using a touch screen I would throw that thing at the wall on a daily basis. I get frustrated easily.
Tuesday my dad and I went to Target to get a new backpack for school. I wanted kind of a different one, one that didn't make me feel like I was still in High School, which sounds really stupid I know, but I don't care. We went to one Target and when we walked in I saw that someone that I really, really do not like from high school working there. AWKWARD. Luckily, I don't think she saw me and I kept quite a distance and the backpack was acquired and my dad even got a jacket that he was hoping to get but at first it didn't look like they had it but then it turned out it was on the sale rack. After the Target excursion we went to In 'N Out Burger. HOLY YUM. I got my favorite, grilled cheese. Funny story: I didn't actually like In 'N Out until I had their grilled cheese. After I had it I fell in love.
Wednesday, yesterday, was Root Canal day, and you know all about that. Today was horrible. But there was a huge storm and it rained really hard, so that was pretty cool.
Not much else to blog about today. Hahaha I wrote blob at first. Oh god why is that word so funny right now. BLOB. Hahahahaha.
Okay take the internet away from me now.
Days until I go back to Seattle: 5
Days until school starts: 11
Yes, you read that correctly. I am going back AGAIN tomorrow. To a different dentist, a periodontist this time.
I am FO RIZZLE too pissed off to even discuss this topic any longer. I feel like there are things that have happened this week that I haven't talked about because of this Dental Business. Let's see...
Monday I got a new phone! It's an LG Cosmos Touch and it has a key board and it's small and cute. I was really, really attached to my old cell phone and I was afraid any new phone I got would be too Smart Phoney for me. I hate Smart Phones and I hate touch screens. What I like about the phone I got is it has a touch screen AND a keyboard. If I had to text using a touch screen I would throw that thing at the wall on a daily basis. I get frustrated easily.
Tuesday my dad and I went to Target to get a new backpack for school. I wanted kind of a different one, one that didn't make me feel like I was still in High School, which sounds really stupid I know, but I don't care. We went to one Target and when we walked in I saw that someone that I really, really do not like from high school working there. AWKWARD. Luckily, I don't think she saw me and I kept quite a distance and the backpack was acquired and my dad even got a jacket that he was hoping to get but at first it didn't look like they had it but then it turned out it was on the sale rack. After the Target excursion we went to In 'N Out Burger. HOLY YUM. I got my favorite, grilled cheese. Funny story: I didn't actually like In 'N Out until I had their grilled cheese. After I had it I fell in love.
Wednesday, yesterday, was Root Canal day, and you know all about that. Today was horrible. But there was a huge storm and it rained really hard, so that was pretty cool.
Not much else to blog about today. Hahaha I wrote blob at first. Oh god why is that word so funny right now. BLOB. Hahahahaha.
Okay take the internet away from me now.
Days until I go back to Seattle: 5
Days until school starts: 11
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
BEDA 17: The Dentist: The Penultimate Peril
Well folks, it's finally here. What you've all been waiting for: The Story of My Root Canal. Here it is. You asked for it and I'm giving it to you.
With no further ado, my story.
Here it is.
Are you comfortable? Do you need a pillow? A snack? No? Okay. Here we go.
I was sitting in the cinema with my good friends Claire and Nora enjoying the antics of the star-crossed lovers in Crazy, Stupid Love (Is there a comma in there? There should be.) when, at approximately 1:10 p.m., with perhaps twenty minutes left of the movie, I had to leave to go to the endodontist. I was not sure if I was actually getting a root canal today; I swear my dentist told me he was going to do some kind of sensitivity testing to see how close the cavity was to the nerve. The Dental Nurse took an x-ray (I don't know what good taking yet another x-ray of the SAME thing would do, but hey, their call) and the endodontist said that there was no way to tell just how deep the cavity was so he was going to take out a filling I already had in that tooth to see, and something about my tooth around the filling looking cracked. WHAT?! So they numbed me and got down to business.
Now, I'm warning you, this may get a little graphic, so if you are squeamish I would suggest averting your eyes.
The endodontist removed my filling and informed me that there was "a lot of drainage." What kind of drainage?! Are my brains falling out? I am guessing it was blood because whenever he moved his hand it looked like there was blood on his dental instrument. How the hell did blood get in there? My teeth are out to get me. Anyway, after removing my filling he said "Yeah, you definitely need a root canal," and that he's surprised I didn't have more of a toothache. Boy Mr. Dentist, you are quite the sweet talker. Seriously. Are you sure your wife won't share you?
And thus commenced the drilling of a hole into the recesses of my tooth. Some truly philosophical thoughts that entered my mind during that hour of rooting and canaling:
"Has anyone ever burped in a dentist's face?"
"If i don't cough I'm going to die. I never have to cough. Why now?"
"What if he drills too far into my head? Is he even using a drill?"
"It smells like Michael's. Are they hot gluing fake flowers into my teeth? I'm not paying for decoupage. This isn't arts 'n crafts."
But then I got pulled out of my delightful reverie when I noticed our dear Endodontist Friend pulling something out of my mouth with the dental equivalent of tweezers. At first I tried not to look because I knew it would creep me out. I looked. It creeped me out. I am really gross and the first thing I thought of was an abortion. (I'll understand if you no longer want to be friends with me after that sentence.) Eventually he started plugging up the hole he made it my tooth with some weird little things... I can't even come up with a comparison. Then he took the weird mouth guard thing I had in there and we all got some nice spit strings to join us in the little cubicle. They took yet another x-ray (this time I can understand why) and I got to see a before and after.
Then the endodontist told me to rinse with salt water a couple times and that I'd have to go to my regular dentist to get a permanent filling or a crown (just one? both? some clarification would be nice) as soon as possible otherwise the temporary filling they put in would fall out. APPARENTLY they just do the actual root canaling and then the dentist takes care of actually closing it. Awesome. So tomorrow at 9:30 I have to go back to the dentist (third time this week. what a joy) where they will hopefully permanently fill this canal in my tooth. I think I shall call it the Panama Canal. Oh wait that's taken. Darn it.
As I was leaving they were telling me that I should get it filled before four weeks and I am like, well I'm kind of leaving the state next week so, YEAH. This was a really hard concept for them to grasp. LEAVE THE STATE?! HOW COULD YOU?? Maybe they PLANTED the cavity to keep me here! Absolutely diabolical. But that's Arizona for you!
And there you have it. The thrilling tale of my Root Canal. Stay tuned for whatever fate awaits me at my return to the dentist tomorrow!
Days until I go back to Seattle: 6
Days until school starts: 12
With no further ado, my story.
Here it is.
Are you comfortable? Do you need a pillow? A snack? No? Okay. Here we go.
I was sitting in the cinema with my good friends Claire and Nora enjoying the antics of the star-crossed lovers in Crazy, Stupid Love (Is there a comma in there? There should be.) when, at approximately 1:10 p.m., with perhaps twenty minutes left of the movie, I had to leave to go to the endodontist. I was not sure if I was actually getting a root canal today; I swear my dentist told me he was going to do some kind of sensitivity testing to see how close the cavity was to the nerve. The Dental Nurse took an x-ray (I don't know what good taking yet another x-ray of the SAME thing would do, but hey, their call) and the endodontist said that there was no way to tell just how deep the cavity was so he was going to take out a filling I already had in that tooth to see, and something about my tooth around the filling looking cracked. WHAT?! So they numbed me and got down to business.
Now, I'm warning you, this may get a little graphic, so if you are squeamish I would suggest averting your eyes.
The endodontist removed my filling and informed me that there was "a lot of drainage." What kind of drainage?! Are my brains falling out? I am guessing it was blood because whenever he moved his hand it looked like there was blood on his dental instrument. How the hell did blood get in there? My teeth are out to get me. Anyway, after removing my filling he said "Yeah, you definitely need a root canal," and that he's surprised I didn't have more of a toothache. Boy Mr. Dentist, you are quite the sweet talker. Seriously. Are you sure your wife won't share you?
And thus commenced the drilling of a hole into the recesses of my tooth. Some truly philosophical thoughts that entered my mind during that hour of rooting and canaling:
"Has anyone ever burped in a dentist's face?"
"If i don't cough I'm going to die. I never have to cough. Why now?"
"What if he drills too far into my head? Is he even using a drill?"
"It smells like Michael's. Are they hot gluing fake flowers into my teeth? I'm not paying for decoupage. This isn't arts 'n crafts."
But then I got pulled out of my delightful reverie when I noticed our dear Endodontist Friend pulling something out of my mouth with the dental equivalent of tweezers. At first I tried not to look because I knew it would creep me out. I looked. It creeped me out. I am really gross and the first thing I thought of was an abortion. (I'll understand if you no longer want to be friends with me after that sentence.) Eventually he started plugging up the hole he made it my tooth with some weird little things... I can't even come up with a comparison. Then he took the weird mouth guard thing I had in there and we all got some nice spit strings to join us in the little cubicle. They took yet another x-ray (this time I can understand why) and I got to see a before and after.
As I was leaving they were telling me that I should get it filled before four weeks and I am like, well I'm kind of leaving the state next week so, YEAH. This was a really hard concept for them to grasp. LEAVE THE STATE?! HOW COULD YOU?? Maybe they PLANTED the cavity to keep me here! Absolutely diabolical. But that's Arizona for you!
And there you have it. The thrilling tale of my Root Canal. Stay tuned for whatever fate awaits me at my return to the dentist tomorrow!
Days until I go back to Seattle: 6
Days until school starts: 12
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
BEDA 16: One Week
That's right, it's been one week since you look at me. Cocked your head to the side and said I'm angry.
Wait, that's not right is it? That is so not right.
What I meant was, one week until I go back to the land of the flying fish and the needles that reach space. It's funny, I'm not even going to be there for 24 hours and I have so much planned:
I am, of course, also excited for moving in to my new school and meeting my new roommate and learning all kinds of awesome new stuff. But I'll be more excited for that once the Seattle Reunion has happened and the Moving to School is happening.
This was the quickest summer of my life.
(Actually, my whole life is Summer, because, like, my name.) (I make more jokes about my name than anyone else.)
Days until I go back to Seattle: 7
Days until school starts: 13
Wait, that's not right is it? That is so not right.
What I meant was, one week until I go back to the land of the flying fish and the needles that reach space. It's funny, I'm not even going to be there for 24 hours and I have so much planned:
- Reunite with Leila and give her some of my crap that I don't want to take to school with me.
- Go to Top Pot
- Go to Science Fiction Museum
- Go to Cupcake Royale for Mom's birthday (August 24 just like John Green HEY-O)
- Photobooth Project (sekrit)
- Eat dinner somewhere Seattle-y. We had originally planned on the Hurricane because my mom is in love with their pancakes but we're planning on going to Waffle House before our flight and that would be overkill. So if you have any ideas on where we should eat dinner, you should share said ideas with me.
- I would really like to go to the library because they have the cutest things in their gift-shop and I'd like some Seattle Library-themed things but I don't know if we'll have time for this. Erg.
I am, of course, also excited for moving in to my new school and meeting my new roommate and learning all kinds of awesome new stuff. But I'll be more excited for that once the Seattle Reunion has happened and the Moving to School is happening.
This was the quickest summer of my life.
(Actually, my whole life is Summer, because, like, my name.) (I make more jokes about my name than anyone else.)
Days until I go back to Seattle: 7
Days until school starts: 13
Monday, August 15, 2011
BEDA 15: The Dentist: The Saga Continues
Today was the day of my re-scheduled Dentist Appointment. That's right folks, the day had finally come! I was all prepared to have part of my mouth numb for the evening and possibly endure some pain. I go in, I sit in the chair, the Dental Nurse (I still don't know what they're called) makes small talk about school and gives me some kind of "topical" q-tip thing the numb my mouth so they could give me the anesthetic shot (I'm guessing) and leaves to get the Dentist. Another Dental Nurse comes in saying they want to take one more picture before they do anything. Once they took the x-ray, the Dentist comes in and asks if I came with anyone. "Um, my mom?" "What's her name?" "...Cathy?" The Dentist gets one of his assistants to go get Cathy. My mom comes in and the Dentist shows us the x-ray and my (stupidstupidstupidstupid) cavity is really close to the nerve. He said a bunch of things I don't understand, but what I got from it was this: The cavity is so close to the nerve that something bad (???) would happen if they tried to fill it and hit the nerve, so some kind of endodontist (shut up spell check that is a thing) needs to do sensitivity tests and possibly do a ROOT CANAL. UM. So they gave us a referral and my mom and I are like, we're going to have to do this soon because I leave for school in a WEEK. Ugh.
I do not want to have to get a Root Canal, but it's better than my tooth rotting away. I better get it done this week though. Seriously. Enough of this.
I was also supposed to get a new phone today, but when we went to the Verizon store they were OUT of the phone I wanted. Seriously? SERIOUSLY?!?! So my mom is going to get it at another store on her lunch break tomorrow.
Upside of today: My mom and I went to a new coffee shop downtown and the inside looks like a mini Top Pot and I got a delicious latte and the lady who made it tried to make a dinosaur in the foam. It was adorable. I also got TWO NEW PAIRS of shoes! Some black flats and some white converse. I have been wanting flats FOREVS because I'd like to look like a girl when I wear dresses and skirts and stuff. I always either wear Keds or boots. So that's pretty awesome. Yeah.
Days until I leave for Seattle: 8
Days until school starts: 14
I do not want to have to get a Root Canal, but it's better than my tooth rotting away. I better get it done this week though. Seriously. Enough of this.
I was also supposed to get a new phone today, but when we went to the Verizon store they were OUT of the phone I wanted. Seriously? SERIOUSLY?!?! So my mom is going to get it at another store on her lunch break tomorrow.
Upside of today: My mom and I went to a new coffee shop downtown and the inside looks like a mini Top Pot and I got a delicious latte and the lady who made it tried to make a dinosaur in the foam. It was adorable. I also got TWO NEW PAIRS of shoes! Some black flats and some white converse. I have been wanting flats FOREVS because I'd like to look like a girl when I wear dresses and skirts and stuff. I always either wear Keds or boots. So that's pretty awesome. Yeah.
Days until I leave for Seattle: 8
Days until school starts: 14
Sunday, August 14, 2011
BEDA 14: Things to Do When You're Sad
I've been pretty down this week for reasons I won't get into, and I absolutely hate sitting around wallowing in my sadness. Over the years I have sought ways to make myself feel better when I'm in one of my funks. And trust me, I have gone through many a funk. So I have decided to compile a list of things I have found make me feel better.
Okay I'm starting to sound a little insane. Back to Gilmore Girls....
Days until I go back to Seattle: 9 (SINGLE DIGITSLJSDFKJSDLFJSLFJKSDF)
Days until school starts: 15
- Make Lists- There's nothing better than a good list! Make lists of things you like, things you are looking forward to, your favorite books, your favorite movies, things you'd like to buy... anything positive! Whatever you do, DON'T make lists of things of things that make you angry or things that you hate. That will only make your mood worse!
- Watch Your Favorite TV Show or Movie- Actually, it doesn't have to be your favorite tv show or movie, just one that you like and has the ability to take you out of your world and make you think about the lives of fictional characters. I tend to opt for Gilmore Girls. I know every word to the entire series (except the sixth and seventh seasons because those don't count) and, just as the Greeks liked watching plays like Oedipus over and over and over again because they knew what was going to happen and they liked watching the story unfold, I like watching these people I have grown to think of as my own friends and family go through life. I also like watching Flight of the Conchords, Mean Girls, and any teen comedy from the 90's (such as Can't Hardly Wait or Drive Me Crazy).
- Bake Cookies and Eat Most of the Dough- Who doesn't love the smell of warm snickerdoodles filling up your house? A surefire way to make your sour mood disappear! And just the feel of warm cookies on your tongue will make you forget about whatever it was that was making you sad.
- Get Out and Do Stuff- Staying in your room staring at your walls will only lead to thinking way too much. Getting out and going to a coffee shop or a bookstore will give you a little break from thinking, which is something all of us needs at some point.
- Look At All of Your Signed Books- What, just me? This is actually the one that inspired this list. I got up to get my chapstick from on top of my bookshelf and I saw The Lover's Dictionary by David Levithan sitting there and I decided to open it. Seeing his signature and the little smiley face he drew not only made me really happy but it also brought back the memories of the night of his reading and book signing. He is a really great human being! I love reliving all of the moments I met someone who has inspired me and means a lot to me. Instant Mood-Lifter!
Okay I'm starting to sound a little insane. Back to Gilmore Girls....
Days until I go back to Seattle: 9 (SINGLE DIGITSLJSDFKJSDLFJSLFJKSDF)
Days until school starts: 15
Saturday, August 13, 2011
BEDA 13: Uh....
I really just don't have anything to blog about today. Order of the Phoenix is on tv right now. I ate some food today. Seriously though. Nothing. Maybe I have some interesting pictures on my computer.
This is a picture of Hank Green when he played with Paul and Storm in Seattle in March.
I don't really have anything to talk about. OH WELL. If there's anything you think I could write about...let me know! That would be awesome.
Until tomorrow, I suppose!
I don't really have anything to talk about. OH WELL. If there's anything you think I could write about...let me know! That would be awesome.
Until tomorrow, I suppose!
Friday, August 12, 2011
BEDA 12: Woolcome to New Zealand
I don't really have anything to blog about today. Except, I guess, for the fact that I am itching to start seriously packing for school.
My goal is to only bring what can fit into a checked bag, a carry-on, and a backpack. Sounds daunting, I know. But I think I mentioned that last year I was drowning in all of the stuff I felt it necessary to bring with me to school. Would you like to see a picture? Here you go.
Of course, these pictures were taken when my room was in a state of utmost despair. Despair? Disrepair.... Well, both of those. Anyway, you still get the idea that I had A TON of stuff. No one needs that much stuff. Also, I had mailed home most of my books and impose, so just imagine the whole top of that desk filled with books and movies.
Basically I don't need any more than the necessities, which is true of any person, but I am taking special measures to make sure that this is especially true for me. I want less stuff in my space and more things on my walls.
This post is going nowhere. Probably because I'm watching Flight of the Conchords and I keep getting distracted by the hilarity of this show. If you haven't seen it, I feel very bad for you. SUGAR LUMPS! Best song oh my god okay I'm going to come back to this a little later.
In other news, I bought a book today. It's a collection of short stories called A Model World by Michael Chabon. I wanted to get a book of short stories to bring to school with me because with short stories you don't have to commit to reading a whole novel when you've got the thought of all that homework hanging over your head. And reading a novel will also distract you from said homework. I know this from personal experience. This also has to do with the abundance of stuff I had last year. So. Many. Books. This year I am only bringing the aforementioned book, an Edna St. Vincent Millay poetry collection, and possibly one other book, at the very least so I have something to read on the plane there.
As if you even need it summarized, my Ultimate Goal this year: Become a Minimalist.
Now I'm going to go watch more Flight of the Conchords. And remember: You don't have to be a prostitute.
Days until I go back to Seattle: 11
Days until school starts: 17
My goal is to only bring what can fit into a checked bag, a carry-on, and a backpack. Sounds daunting, I know. But I think I mentioned that last year I was drowning in all of the stuff I felt it necessary to bring with me to school. Would you like to see a picture? Here you go.
Of course, these pictures were taken when my room was in a state of utmost despair. Despair? Disrepair.... Well, both of those. Anyway, you still get the idea that I had A TON of stuff. No one needs that much stuff. Also, I had mailed home most of my books and impose, so just imagine the whole top of that desk filled with books and movies.
Basically I don't need any more than the necessities, which is true of any person, but I am taking special measures to make sure that this is especially true for me. I want less stuff in my space and more things on my walls.
This post is going nowhere. Probably because I'm watching Flight of the Conchords and I keep getting distracted by the hilarity of this show. If you haven't seen it, I feel very bad for you. SUGAR LUMPS! Best song oh my god okay I'm going to come back to this a little later.
In other news, I bought a book today. It's a collection of short stories called A Model World by Michael Chabon. I wanted to get a book of short stories to bring to school with me because with short stories you don't have to commit to reading a whole novel when you've got the thought of all that homework hanging over your head. And reading a novel will also distract you from said homework. I know this from personal experience. This also has to do with the abundance of stuff I had last year. So. Many. Books. This year I am only bringing the aforementioned book, an Edna St. Vincent Millay poetry collection, and possibly one other book, at the very least so I have something to read on the plane there.
As if you even need it summarized, my Ultimate Goal this year: Become a Minimalist.
Now I'm going to go watch more Flight of the Conchords. And remember: You don't have to be a prostitute.
Days until I go back to Seattle: 11
Days until school starts: 17
Thursday, August 11, 2011
BEDA 11: Michael Chabon
Hang on I'm listening to Accio Deathly Hallows.
Yeah Accio Deahtly Hallows, Incendio book sales embargos, it'll be like Phoenix tears on a broken nose! Ohhh Accioooo Deahtly Hallows.
Okay it's over.
In the midst of the Harry Potter, Saga-Ending Movie Madness, I stopped everything I was doing to re-read the last three books (I had re-read the first three over Winter Break). Among the everything that was stopped was my reading of the book Manhood for Amateurs by Michael Chabon. This is my second book by Michael Chabon, the first being The Mysteries of Pittsburgh, which immediately earned its place among my Favorite Books of All Time. It is AH-MAZING and everyone should read it. Anyway, after I finished my Harry Potter Madness re-read, I got back to Manhood for Amateurs and I just want to gush about my love for this man.
The first time I had heard anything about Michael Chabon was from, who else but John Green. I remember him mentioning him a few times on his blog, back when he kept up with his blog regularly. For some reason, I was totally and completely intimidated by Michael Chabon. Probably because one of the people to whom I look up to the most holds him in such high regard, and his book covers are just so EPIC looking.... I was afraid I would attempt to read his work and either fail or hate it. And I couldn't stand the idea of hating something that John Green loved, because he is such a big influence on my life and my hating something he liked would somehow jeopardize the validity of his influence. I don't know. I'm crazy.
However, I most certainly do NOT hate Michael Chabon. I love him. I LOVE HIM. Well, his writing, at least. Although... after reading the majority of Manhood for Amateurs (I have forty pages left), which is a collection of essays about his life as a, well, man, I think that, while I perhaps don't love him, I do really like him. I see a lot of myself in him, if that makes sense.... Whenever I say "He feels the same as me about a lot of things" I feel like I don't get my point across.... He sees the world in a lot of the same ways as I do. (That's kind of better.) His writing is absolute genius, on top of it all. I feel like reading his work makes me a smarter human being, unlike other books. (Hector and the Search for Happiness pops into my head, for some reason....) He is an absolute joy to read and I regret having been so intimidated because that meant it took me this long to pick up one of his books. And I am so much better for having done so.
Days until I go back to Seattle: 12
Days until school starts: 18
Yeah Accio Deahtly Hallows, Incendio book sales embargos, it'll be like Phoenix tears on a broken nose! Ohhh Accioooo Deahtly Hallows.
Okay it's over.
In the midst of the Harry Potter, Saga-Ending Movie Madness, I stopped everything I was doing to re-read the last three books (I had re-read the first three over Winter Break). Among the everything that was stopped was my reading of the book Manhood for Amateurs by Michael Chabon. This is my second book by Michael Chabon, the first being The Mysteries of Pittsburgh, which immediately earned its place among my Favorite Books of All Time. It is AH-MAZING and everyone should read it. Anyway, after I finished my Harry Potter Madness re-read, I got back to Manhood for Amateurs and I just want to gush about my love for this man.
The first time I had heard anything about Michael Chabon was from, who else but John Green. I remember him mentioning him a few times on his blog, back when he kept up with his blog regularly. For some reason, I was totally and completely intimidated by Michael Chabon. Probably because one of the people to whom I look up to the most holds him in such high regard, and his book covers are just so EPIC looking.... I was afraid I would attempt to read his work and either fail or hate it. And I couldn't stand the idea of hating something that John Green loved, because he is such a big influence on my life and my hating something he liked would somehow jeopardize the validity of his influence. I don't know. I'm crazy.
However, I most certainly do NOT hate Michael Chabon. I love him. I LOVE HIM. Well, his writing, at least. Although... after reading the majority of Manhood for Amateurs (I have forty pages left), which is a collection of essays about his life as a, well, man, I think that, while I perhaps don't love him, I do really like him. I see a lot of myself in him, if that makes sense.... Whenever I say "He feels the same as me about a lot of things" I feel like I don't get my point across.... He sees the world in a lot of the same ways as I do. (That's kind of better.) His writing is absolute genius, on top of it all. I feel like reading his work makes me a smarter human being, unlike other books. (Hector and the Search for Happiness pops into my head, for some reason....) He is an absolute joy to read and I regret having been so intimidated because that meant it took me this long to pick up one of his books. And I am so much better for having done so.
Days until I go back to Seattle: 12
Days until school starts: 18
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
BEDA 10: Hector and the Search for Happiness
This morning I finished the book my school sent me for orientation, Hector and the Search for Happiness by Francois Lelord. I started it with a good feeling because it looked short and sweet, but once I got through a couple chapters, it started to infuriate me. The story is pretty good, it's about a psychiatrist who hated having his patients be unhappy for no reason and he wanted to travel around the world to figure out what makes people unhappy. He goes to China, Africa, and Los Angeles. Of course, the narrator never explicitly says that Hector goes to Africa or Los Angeles, you have to figure it out for yourself. And thus began the infuriation (I think I just made up that word). The author writes as if the reader is a five year old, using euphemisms to avoid using Grown Up Words for things, like sex or...I should have written down examples because there is an abundance. It got so that I could only read a chapter or two at a time before I rolled my eyes at the condescension and put it down for the day. The last couple chapters got better because it was mostly wrapping up and they didn't have to introduce any new concepts difficult for the reader's small brain to handle. If you like books that are written simply, then you will enjoy this. Not to sound pretentious and pedantic, I like books with more complex writing (like anything by Michael Chabon, who, if you haven't, you must read immediately.) so most of the time I found it boring and condescending and I just couldn't take it.
However, I am going to try to write an essay on it by friday so I can possibly win an essay contest and get all of my first semester books paid for. And that would be amazing.
Speaking of first semester, I started packing last night! I'm surprised I made it this far into the summer without packing for this year. I LOVE packing. I don't know why. It may have to do with my being excited about whatever it is for which I am doing the packing. I haven't started packing clothes yet, except sweaters, because I'm, well, wearing them. I've mostly been scouring my room for things to put on my walls because last year my walls were depressingly blank and it drove me crazy. Not this year, my friend! My walls will be filled and everyone who comes into my room will have a brief glimpse into my personality and I want to make sure it accurately represents who I am inside.
And now, if you excuse me, I am going to go eat some chocolate chips.
Days until I go back to Seattle: 13
Days until school starts: 19
However, I am going to try to write an essay on it by friday so I can possibly win an essay contest and get all of my first semester books paid for. And that would be amazing.
Speaking of first semester, I started packing last night! I'm surprised I made it this far into the summer without packing for this year. I LOVE packing. I don't know why. It may have to do with my being excited about whatever it is for which I am doing the packing. I haven't started packing clothes yet, except sweaters, because I'm, well, wearing them. I've mostly been scouring my room for things to put on my walls because last year my walls were depressingly blank and it drove me crazy. Not this year, my friend! My walls will be filled and everyone who comes into my room will have a brief glimpse into my personality and I want to make sure it accurately represents who I am inside.
And now, if you excuse me, I am going to go eat some chocolate chips.
Days until I go back to Seattle: 13
Days until school starts: 19
Tuesday, August 9, 2011
BEDA 9: Memorieeeees, All Alone in the Mooooonlight
Two weeks from today I will be getting on a plane and going back to the place that for the last year I have called my home. Even though I'm back at the home where I grew up (and, let's be honest, will always be my home no matter where I find myself) and even though I am going to be living somewhere else this year, I still consider Seattle my new Home. When I first thought about what it would be like to go back there after three-ish (pretty much four) months away, I thought that it would be the weirdest thing. To be back there and not live there, to be back there and not have Ellie there... Those concepts will still be irksome when I'm back. But, I think that when I'm finally there, it will be just as familiar as if I lived there and just hadn't left my house in a while. It will definitely be warmer than the last time I was there, and who knows, maybe it will be sunny. But I definitely think that it will feel like I never left.
It's weird being away somewhere for eight months and then coming back to the place you've been for 18 years. When you come back, you feel like all the things you did and all the adventures you had never happened. Like they were all apart of your overactive imagination. When I go back I expect all the feelings those adventures instilled in me to come flooding back. I'll walk downtown once getting off the Light Rail and walk past the spot where Leila slipped that time after the snow on our way to the Light Rail to go home for Thanksgiving. I'll walk up Capitol Hill and think of all the times Ellie and I walked all over the place, whether it be after a Brandi Carlile show or to go to IHOP or to get Vegetarian Thai Food and instead be given Chicken. There are memories over every inch of that city, and I'm excited and terrified to be remind of all of them.
Days until I go back to Seattle: 14
Days until school starts: 20
It's weird being away somewhere for eight months and then coming back to the place you've been for 18 years. When you come back, you feel like all the things you did and all the adventures you had never happened. Like they were all apart of your overactive imagination. When I go back I expect all the feelings those adventures instilled in me to come flooding back. I'll walk downtown once getting off the Light Rail and walk past the spot where Leila slipped that time after the snow on our way to the Light Rail to go home for Thanksgiving. I'll walk up Capitol Hill and think of all the times Ellie and I walked all over the place, whether it be after a Brandi Carlile show or to go to IHOP or to get Vegetarian Thai Food and instead be given Chicken. There are memories over every inch of that city, and I'm excited and terrified to be remind of all of them.
Days until I go back to Seattle: 14
Days until school starts: 20
Monday, August 8, 2011
BEDA 8: My Love for YouTube
Anyone who knows me can tell you that if there is one thing I am passionate about besides books, it’s YouTube. I have been glued to the tubes of you for almost exactly four years. It all started one fine day in late August when my dear friend Claire came over to bake a cake celebrating Bella Swan and Edward Cullen’s wedding engagement. (Yeah. That actually happened. There is photographic evidence. Don’t ask to see it. If anyone I know now sees it, I may have them killed. On second thought...)
After we finished the cake (shown above) and after the Paramore dance party, we went online to watch videos of cats. Because, well, have you met Claire? We may have watched some Fred videos, too, before he was Fred and back when he made other kinds of videos with his friends and I distinctly remember some Foutains of Wayne songs... Anyway, after that Claire told me I HAD to watch this song this guy did about Harry Potter called Accio Deathly Hallows. Totally down, obviously. After I let the beauty wash over me, we decided to watch more of his videos, from the beginning. Then, what’s this? His brother makes videos, too? I am much intrigued. After Claire left my house, I continued watching the magnificence that are: Daily Vlogs. Nothing could tear me away from that computer screen. Within no time at all, I was a full-fledged NerdFighter. And still am to this day, perhaps even more so.
It is now a weekly occurrence for me to stay up really late at night watching or re-watching my favorite YouTuber’s entire oeuvre. I am currently working (er- re-working) my way through the videos of hayleyghoover. As I began this journey through her video past, I decided to list my favorite YouTubers for those who are wondering and for those looking for something to watch. Now, before you scream in protest and throw eggs or some other foul-smelling food product at me, I am not including the Vlogbrothers in this list. It would be the world’s biggest DUH, and if it weren’t for them this list wouldn’t exist in the first place. So, for once in your life it is acceptable for you to assume something, and that is the fact that the Vlogbrothers are my Numero Uno favorite YouTubers of all time. (Thank you, John and Hank Green, for everything you do.)
And without further ado...
So, there you have it. A list that I have always been meaning to make and never got around to. Among the many people I love on this website, the website itself will always keep me coming back. It’s such a new concept, taking a video camera and recording yourself and your friends or an idea you had and putting it on the internet for the world to see. Its possibilities for creativity are endless and it will always be changing for the better. It’s the people that make it and it will continue to evolve and make it possible for this wonderful, collaborative community to keep growing.
(Now, how many people do you know who are willing to profess their undying love for a website?)
OH! One more thing. Hank Green tweeted about this video today, and it says a lot of what I feel about the YouTube community that I don't talk about in this post...so you should go watch it. Here.
Days until I go back to Seattle: 15
Days until school starts: 21
After we finished the cake (shown above) and after the Paramore dance party, we went online to watch videos of cats. Because, well, have you met Claire? We may have watched some Fred videos, too, before he was Fred and back when he made other kinds of videos with his friends and I distinctly remember some Foutains of Wayne songs... Anyway, after that Claire told me I HAD to watch this song this guy did about Harry Potter called Accio Deathly Hallows. Totally down, obviously. After I let the beauty wash over me, we decided to watch more of his videos, from the beginning. Then, what’s this? His brother makes videos, too? I am much intrigued. After Claire left my house, I continued watching the magnificence that are: Daily Vlogs. Nothing could tear me away from that computer screen. Within no time at all, I was a full-fledged NerdFighter. And still am to this day, perhaps even more so.
It is now a weekly occurrence for me to stay up really late at night watching or re-watching my favorite YouTuber’s entire oeuvre. I am currently working (er- re-working) my way through the videos of hayleyghoover. As I began this journey through her video past, I decided to list my favorite YouTubers for those who are wondering and for those looking for something to watch. Now, before you scream in protest and throw eggs or some other foul-smelling food product at me, I am not including the Vlogbrothers in this list. It would be the world’s biggest DUH, and if it weren’t for them this list wouldn’t exist in the first place. So, for once in your life it is acceptable for you to assume something, and that is the fact that the Vlogbrothers are my Numero Uno favorite YouTubers of all time. (Thank you, John and Hank Green, for everything you do.)
And without further ado...
- LiveLavaLive- This was the first channel I discovered completely on my own, by going through the browse tab on YouTube. (The first one I watched was Blank Book, and I remember because I thought it was really dumb.... Thank goodness I didn’t let that stop me from watching more....) I watched all of Mitchell Davis’s random videos in one night. This was about three years ago, and every once in a while I’ll go back and watch 50 Cent or Happy Birthday or A Video for the Lost. (Links please.) Mitchell and his best friend Kyle Sibert’s videos have gotten more and more creative as the years have gone by, and I always, always love them. (If you haven’t seen The Party Music III, WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?!) They are absolutely genius and beyond hilarious and I can’t get enough. (While you’re at it, go watch all of Kylesnexusone. Shhh... Just come.)
- Owlssayhooot- I find myself agreeing with nearly everything she has to say. I think her view of the world is lovely and I would love to be able to travel (especially to London) as often as she does. I think she is actually my favorite YouTuber at the moment, so if you don’t already, go treat yourself and have a watch. She is delightful.
- Hayleyghoover- Oh my god could this girl be any more hilarious? I do not think so. She is so funny and she never fails to make me laugh. I also love her blog and her love of writing and I am seriously considering doing NaNoWriMo this November because of the video she did about it. Also, her favorite fictional romance is Jessica Darling and Marcus Flutie. Oh hey, me too.
- Nanalew-Her videos have gotten more and more beautiful this past year or so. I actually started watching her videos because she was (well, is, but it’s kind of...defunct) a part of the collab channel Vlogvetica, with Mitchell Davis and Dan Brown and Meekakitty and Catrific. I watched her videos and I fell in love with them. She can be funny and serious and creative and I love it all.
- Italktosnakes-You can tell that Kristina is a really good, nice person just from watching her videos and reading her blog. Her music is great (All Caps, anyone?) and she is really fun and creative.
So, there you have it. A list that I have always been meaning to make and never got around to. Among the many people I love on this website, the website itself will always keep me coming back. It’s such a new concept, taking a video camera and recording yourself and your friends or an idea you had and putting it on the internet for the world to see. Its possibilities for creativity are endless and it will always be changing for the better. It’s the people that make it and it will continue to evolve and make it possible for this wonderful, collaborative community to keep growing.
(Now, how many people do you know who are willing to profess their undying love for a website?)
OH! One more thing. Hank Green tweeted about this video today, and it says a lot of what I feel about the YouTube community that I don't talk about in this post...so you should go watch it. Here.
Days until I go back to Seattle: 15
Days until school starts: 21
Sunday, August 7, 2011
BEDA 7: MONSTER POST!!!!!!
Not today though.
Last night I was trying to write and nothing was working, so I did what I do when I'm bored or procrastinating or can't sleep or can't write or... basically do anything. And that is: watch YouTube videos. I watched pretty much all of hayleyghoover's videos when I got an idea. Before I knew it, I was writing and couldn't stop about one of my favorite of all subjects: You guessed it, YouTube. This thing is huge. I've got a page, single spaced, and I'm not even done with it yet.
And here is where this post comes in. As sad as this fact is, YouTube is something I really care about and I am going to take my time writing about it so I make sure to say everything I want to say eloquently and clearly. So it will probably be tomorrow's post. Hopefully it will. I am having a lot of fun putting it together and hopefully it is something that you will enjoy, even if you don't like YouTube. (And if you don't, I will be including channels and videos I think you should try, and maybe it will change your mind about my favorite website.)
But for now, this blog post is not good at all and you may go about your business.
On a little side-note, I am seriously thinking about doing NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month. Go here to learn more.). I have never done it and I am completely intimidated by it, but I think it would be really good for me to put a decent amount of effort into something I have always cared about, and that is my writing. Hopefully I'll at least try.... I'll definitely keep you updated when November rolls around.
Okay. That's all for now. I just ate a ton of biscuits that my mom made so now I'm going to sit on my ass and finish reading Deathly Hallows. Does crying burn calories?
Days until I go back to Seattle: 16
Days until school starts: 22
Last night I was trying to write and nothing was working, so I did what I do when I'm bored or procrastinating or can't sleep or can't write or... basically do anything. And that is: watch YouTube videos. I watched pretty much all of hayleyghoover's videos when I got an idea. Before I knew it, I was writing and couldn't stop about one of my favorite of all subjects: You guessed it, YouTube. This thing is huge. I've got a page, single spaced, and I'm not even done with it yet.
And here is where this post comes in. As sad as this fact is, YouTube is something I really care about and I am going to take my time writing about it so I make sure to say everything I want to say eloquently and clearly. So it will probably be tomorrow's post. Hopefully it will. I am having a lot of fun putting it together and hopefully it is something that you will enjoy, even if you don't like YouTube. (And if you don't, I will be including channels and videos I think you should try, and maybe it will change your mind about my favorite website.)
But for now, this blog post is not good at all and you may go about your business.
On a little side-note, I am seriously thinking about doing NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month. Go here to learn more.). I have never done it and I am completely intimidated by it, but I think it would be really good for me to put a decent amount of effort into something I have always cared about, and that is my writing. Hopefully I'll at least try.... I'll definitely keep you updated when November rolls around.
Okay. That's all for now. I just ate a ton of biscuits that my mom made so now I'm going to sit on my ass and finish reading Deathly Hallows. Does crying burn calories?
Days until I go back to Seattle: 16
Days until school starts: 22
Saturday, August 6, 2011
BEDA 6: Retail Therapy
I actually wrote a completely different blogpost this morning but I hated it so I decided to go out and do something and come home and see if I could come up with something better. We'll see how this goes.
Today I went shopping. Woooo. It started out not-so-well and ended up swell. First I went to Buffalo Exchange and struck out. Then I went to Urban Outfitters and was 0 for 2. (That sounded better in my head. Whatever.) Then I went to 4th avenue (go here to know what I'm talking about. tl;dr there's shopping and food), realized I didn't want to actually go in anywhere, got a chai, and left. I had pretty much lost hope in doing any successful shopping so I decided to go home. However, as I started driving through downtown to go home I decided to park and walk around a bit because I have been wanting to since I've been home this summer and I haven't. So I parked and went to the new Buffalo Exchange and it is WAY better than the other two in Tucson. (Did you know Buffalo Exchange started here?? FACT.) As I walked in they were playing She & Him, so major points there. Then I got two pairs of pants, a skirt, and a Ravenclaw pin for $19.09!!! Holy mother of good deals. Everything was 50% off. Awesome. Then I went to Shot in the Dark Cafe, got an iced coffee, and went home.
While I'm talking about Downtown, I would just like to mention how much I love Downtown Tucson. It just has the right vibe (ick. Forgive me for using that word) and I love walking around with the tall buildings above me and the small, little parks interspersed throughout. I don't know what it is. but I've always loved it.
That certainly went better than this morning's post.
Until tomorrow, dear readers!
Days until I go back to Seattle: 17
Days until school starts: 23
(Sorry Claire, but I like this countdown...)
Today I went shopping. Woooo. It started out not-so-well and ended up swell. First I went to Buffalo Exchange and struck out. Then I went to Urban Outfitters and was 0 for 2. (That sounded better in my head. Whatever.) Then I went to 4th avenue (go here to know what I'm talking about. tl;dr there's shopping and food), realized I didn't want to actually go in anywhere, got a chai, and left. I had pretty much lost hope in doing any successful shopping so I decided to go home. However, as I started driving through downtown to go home I decided to park and walk around a bit because I have been wanting to since I've been home this summer and I haven't. So I parked and went to the new Buffalo Exchange and it is WAY better than the other two in Tucson. (Did you know Buffalo Exchange started here?? FACT.) As I walked in they were playing She & Him, so major points there. Then I got two pairs of pants, a skirt, and a Ravenclaw pin for $19.09!!! Holy mother of good deals. Everything was 50% off. Awesome. Then I went to Shot in the Dark Cafe, got an iced coffee, and went home.
While I'm talking about Downtown, I would just like to mention how much I love Downtown Tucson. It just has the right vibe (ick. Forgive me for using that word) and I love walking around with the tall buildings above me and the small, little parks interspersed throughout. I don't know what it is. but I've always loved it.
That certainly went better than this morning's post.
Until tomorrow, dear readers!
Days until I go back to Seattle: 17
Days until school starts: 23
(Sorry Claire, but I like this countdown...)
Friday, August 5, 2011
BEDA 5: Bail Outs (And Nails)
There is one thing I hate more than pretty much everything else (at the moment, at least), and then is when people bail on plans that have been made almost a week ago. It's not that big of a deal, but I'm still annoyed, because I'm good at that.
My friends and I have this thing we do where we go to a local 24 hour coffee shop, Coffee Exchange, and hang out and play board games or Star Trek Uno (provided by me, because who else would have Star Trek Uno besides this huge nerd?) and eventually leave to go to the park or have some other kind of adventure. This was almost a weekly occurrence last summer but this summer things keep getting in the way. Either people always have to work or no one replies to our "Hey let's go to Coffee Exchange!" message on facebook. I never work because apparently the universe simply does not want me to have a job and I always reply because I like coffee and I like my friends. We had planned to meet up tonight and the plan was all in place, when all of sudden, nearly EVERYONE bails. The one thing I was looking forward to this week (besides watching Lord of the Rings, which my dad and I finished today), and it's not even happening anymore. FINE. I think I'll just go get coffee anyway. And maybe go shopping, because nothing is better than retail therapy.
Boy, could I be any whinier? The answer is yes.
Besides my annoyance, I am going to take a moment to talk about Nail Polish, because it is something I have really grown to love this summer. I love nail polish. I have a good collection growing. A small one, because... well that's just how it is. I have this wonderful blue nail polish that I love, but god forbid I try to remove it using nail polish REMOVER because it leaves my nails and fingers stained blue. It's gross.
And now I am going to paint over this ugly blue stainage with a new color I have acquired. It is called...hang on let me check. It is called Limelight and it is from Ulta. Other people would probably think it's ugly, but whatever maybe I just like ugly things.
Until tomorrow!
Days until I go back to Seattle: 18
Days until school starts: 24
My friends and I have this thing we do where we go to a local 24 hour coffee shop, Coffee Exchange, and hang out and play board games or Star Trek Uno (provided by me, because who else would have Star Trek Uno besides this huge nerd?) and eventually leave to go to the park or have some other kind of adventure. This was almost a weekly occurrence last summer but this summer things keep getting in the way. Either people always have to work or no one replies to our "Hey let's go to Coffee Exchange!" message on facebook. I never work because apparently the universe simply does not want me to have a job and I always reply because I like coffee and I like my friends. We had planned to meet up tonight and the plan was all in place, when all of sudden, nearly EVERYONE bails. The one thing I was looking forward to this week (besides watching Lord of the Rings, which my dad and I finished today), and it's not even happening anymore. FINE. I think I'll just go get coffee anyway. And maybe go shopping, because nothing is better than retail therapy.
Boy, could I be any whinier? The answer is yes.
Besides my annoyance, I am going to take a moment to talk about Nail Polish, because it is something I have really grown to love this summer. I love nail polish. I have a good collection growing. A small one, because... well that's just how it is. I have this wonderful blue nail polish that I love, but god forbid I try to remove it using nail polish REMOVER because it leaves my nails and fingers stained blue. It's gross.
And now I am going to paint over this ugly blue stainage with a new color I have acquired. It is called...hang on let me check. It is called Limelight and it is from Ulta. Other people would probably think it's ugly, but whatever maybe I just like ugly things.
Until tomorrow!
Days until I go back to Seattle: 18
Days until school starts: 24
Thursday, August 4, 2011
BEDA 4: The Dentist
I have never, in my life, looked forward to going to the dentist. Until now.
Last month I went to the dentist for your routine cleaning, when the...nurse? Dental hygienist? I think you know what I mean. Anyway, she thoroughly freaked me out after she had a look at my X-Rays.
"...This is weird. Have you had any pain on the upper right side?" (referring to my teeth, obviously.)
"Um. No." I replied, a bit uneasily.
"Hm. I better have the dentist have a look. Maybe it's just something on the X-Ray..."
After nearly 30 minutes sitting in the uncomfortable patient's chair waiting for the dentist, whom by this point I loathed, the dentist comes in, asks the same pain question, and determines that I have a cavity. WHOA. A cavity?! Who would've thought. Seriously, that's the first conclusion to which I would have come. Thanks for freaking me out and making me wait thirty minutes for information I could have given myself.
After the initial rage wore off and I ate something, I realized that it actually hurts when I chew on the right side of my mouth. I began to look forward to the dentist appointment awaiting me on August 4th.
As I'm sure you have surmised, it is August the fourth. And I am not waiting impatiently for the dentist. No, my appointment has been rescheduled because the geniuses at the dentist office scheduled me for a CLEANING. Um, how many patients do you know who come in for a cleaning once a month? Not many, I'd imagine. Ugh.
So the one time I ever look forward to the dentist, I don't get to go. I JUST WANT MY TEETH FIXED. Isn't that your job?!
On an unrelated but more exciting note: I registered for Pottermore today! I was so beyond confused about how registration worked; I thought you had to sign in with the email address you used for pre-registration, which I guess it turns out didn't matter, and THEN register. But I got pretty much no sleep and stayed up all night refreshing the page every half hour, and FINALLY, at this morning, there it was! An actual page with instructions! The clue was way easier than I was expecting. But I'm registered! I'm not a squib! (If you're wondering what I mean by this... go here.) I am excited to find out what exactly Pottermore is going to entail... Oh, and if you're wondering, which I know you definitely are, my username is OwlMist131. oooooooh!
Until tomorrow, dear blogosphere!
Days until I go back to Seattle: 19
Days until school starts: 25
Last month I went to the dentist for your routine cleaning, when the...nurse? Dental hygienist? I think you know what I mean. Anyway, she thoroughly freaked me out after she had a look at my X-Rays.
"...This is weird. Have you had any pain on the upper right side?" (referring to my teeth, obviously.)
"Um. No." I replied, a bit uneasily.
"Hm. I better have the dentist have a look. Maybe it's just something on the X-Ray..."
After nearly 30 minutes sitting in the uncomfortable patient's chair waiting for the dentist, whom by this point I loathed, the dentist comes in, asks the same pain question, and determines that I have a cavity. WHOA. A cavity?! Who would've thought. Seriously, that's the first conclusion to which I would have come. Thanks for freaking me out and making me wait thirty minutes for information I could have given myself.
After the initial rage wore off and I ate something, I realized that it actually hurts when I chew on the right side of my mouth. I began to look forward to the dentist appointment awaiting me on August 4th.
As I'm sure you have surmised, it is August the fourth. And I am not waiting impatiently for the dentist. No, my appointment has been rescheduled because the geniuses at the dentist office scheduled me for a CLEANING. Um, how many patients do you know who come in for a cleaning once a month? Not many, I'd imagine. Ugh.
So the one time I ever look forward to the dentist, I don't get to go. I JUST WANT MY TEETH FIXED. Isn't that your job?!
On an unrelated but more exciting note: I registered for Pottermore today! I was so beyond confused about how registration worked; I thought you had to sign in with the email address you used for pre-registration, which I guess it turns out didn't matter, and THEN register. But I got pretty much no sleep and stayed up all night refreshing the page every half hour, and FINALLY, at this morning, there it was! An actual page with instructions! The clue was way easier than I was expecting. But I'm registered! I'm not a squib! (If you're wondering what I mean by this... go here.) I am excited to find out what exactly Pottermore is going to entail... Oh, and if you're wondering, which I know you definitely are, my username is OwlMist131. oooooooh!
Until tomorrow, dear blogosphere!
Days until I go back to Seattle: 19
Days until school starts: 25
Wednesday, August 3, 2011
BEDA 3: A Sob Story
First of all, I know this is technically Day 2 and techincally BEDEFDA and not BEDA, but I'm going to go ahead and title my posts with BEDA as if I did do the first day so I'm not awkwardly behind everyone else. As if anyone else in BEDA is reading this and is hopelessly confused. Boy, that was an obnoxiously long intro. And it wasn't even an intro. God. Okay.
Today I am going to be discussing a tragedy that has befallen my family. It was a shocking discovery when I walked into the kitchen this morning. My dad and I were planning on finishing our Lord of the Rings viewing with Return of the King, but things did not go as planned.
I come into the kitchen and my dad informs me that we will not be watching Lord of the Rings today. He looks at me and he says...
"The wrong dvd is in here. This... is the Two Towers."
It took everything in me to not break down in the middle of my kitchen and just curl up in a ball and sob. You see, we bought these dvds at Bookman's, a used bookstore, cd store, etc. here in Tucson. The delightful young fellow at the cash register put in the wrong dvd when we checked out. Absolutely devastating! So instead, my father and I watched The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen. It was... okay. If not for the plethora of literary references (I knew M was going to be Moriarty, by the way.)(Oh, Spoiler Alert, I guess. But. Come on.) I don't think I would have enjoyed it at all. Well, I guess I could have enjoyed Sean Connery.
On another note, I finished all five seasons of Daria, and now I'm on to the tv movies. Right now I'm finishing up Is it Fall Yet? I wish I had watched this before I watched the fifth season, because that's where it fits in. It explains where Tom got his car. And really establishes Daria and Tom's relationship.
Wow I really don't have much going on, do I...?
Is it fall yet?
Days until I go back to Seattle: 20
Days until school starts: 26
Today I am going to be discussing a tragedy that has befallen my family. It was a shocking discovery when I walked into the kitchen this morning. My dad and I were planning on finishing our Lord of the Rings viewing with Return of the King, but things did not go as planned.
I come into the kitchen and my dad informs me that we will not be watching Lord of the Rings today. He looks at me and he says...
"The wrong dvd is in here. This... is the Two Towers."
It took everything in me to not break down in the middle of my kitchen and just curl up in a ball and sob. You see, we bought these dvds at Bookman's, a used bookstore, cd store, etc. here in Tucson. The delightful young fellow at the cash register put in the wrong dvd when we checked out. Absolutely devastating! So instead, my father and I watched The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen. It was... okay. If not for the plethora of literary references (I knew M was going to be Moriarty, by the way.)(Oh, Spoiler Alert, I guess. But. Come on.) I don't think I would have enjoyed it at all. Well, I guess I could have enjoyed Sean Connery.
On another note, I finished all five seasons of Daria, and now I'm on to the tv movies. Right now I'm finishing up Is it Fall Yet? I wish I had watched this before I watched the fifth season, because that's where it fits in. It explains where Tom got his car. And really establishes Daria and Tom's relationship.
Wow I really don't have much going on, do I...?
Is it fall yet?
Days until I go back to Seattle: 20
Days until school starts: 26
Tuesday, August 2, 2011
BEDA?
I decided today that I would love to do Blog Every Day in August. Unfortunately, today is August 2. I decided, what the hell, I'll do it anyway. It will be Blog Every Day Except the First Day in August... BEDEFDA. That just trips off the tongue.
So, here it goes. BEDEFDA. That's going to get annoying to type. Whatever.
Well, blogging. My life. Right now I'm watching Daria. I bought the whole series on DVD last week and I'm in season five now. I'm almost done and I don't know what I'm going to do when I'm finished! Oh, what tragedy! (Sidenote: I'm not watching the screen as I type because I'm glued to my television set. Oh my Daria is going to be teaching Quinn's class!) It is pretty spooky how similar Daria and I are, despite the fact that she is a fictional character and I am, for as far as I know, real. Her views on the world and the people who inhabit it are almost completely in line with my own. Of course, she expresses herself differently, that is to say, not at all, while I am quite often over-enthusiastic about a lot of things. She also has a boyfriend. So. There's that major difference. Le sigh.
This first day of BEDEFDA has been riveting, I know. Until tomorrow, dear readers! Er- reader. That is if my one reader is even reading this, which she probably isn't. So, until tomorrow, self!
So, here it goes. BEDEFDA. That's going to get annoying to type. Whatever.
Well, blogging. My life. Right now I'm watching Daria. I bought the whole series on DVD last week and I'm in season five now. I'm almost done and I don't know what I'm going to do when I'm finished! Oh, what tragedy! (Sidenote: I'm not watching the screen as I type because I'm glued to my television set. Oh my Daria is going to be teaching Quinn's class!) It is pretty spooky how similar Daria and I are, despite the fact that she is a fictional character and I am, for as far as I know, real. Her views on the world and the people who inhabit it are almost completely in line with my own. Of course, she expresses herself differently, that is to say, not at all, while I am quite often over-enthusiastic about a lot of things. She also has a boyfriend. So. There's that major difference. Le sigh.
This first day of BEDEFDA has been riveting, I know. Until tomorrow, dear readers! Er- reader. That is if my one reader is even reading this, which she probably isn't. So, until tomorrow, self!
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