I took a four hour nap today.
Other than that, all I basically did was eat and watch tv (okay, I did give Sunday a bath, but that was early in the morning). But I don't really feel bad. It was nice to spend all day in my nightgown.
Spring break has come and gone again. I was productive, but I don't feel like it. I'm kind of ready to go back to school.
We have 7 mondays left.
Also, I need to devote a post each to 1) Spring Break shopping finds and 2) Nancy Drew the Phantom of Venice. But I need to finish that first. Fer shure.
This is a pointless post, but I'm too sleepy to care and too lazy to erase it.
28 March 2010
23 March 2010
history
Just a little while ago, I watched as President Obama signed the health care bill with 22 different pens (which sounded even funnier coming from Diane Sawyer). I clapped, my mom clapped, and Sunday climbed on my lap and tried to lick my face. It was a memorable moment.
Now I'm studying for my mormon health final exam. It's discussing health care coverage, and attempts in the past to provide universal coverage (ie. Hillary). It also mentions how Hawaii already provides universal coverage to everyone in their state, which I didn't know.
But now that's going to have to be rewritten. I'm reading text that is 20 minutes outdated. It's a cool feeling.
I have renewed faith in this administration, and this country. It is easy to give in to cynicism, like the President said today. But that's not solutionary. We have to work together. Lords knows this bill went through a hell of a lot of compromise and negotiation already, and it certainly has steady opposition brewing as I write. But I can't help but rejoice in this moment! This is a landmark of our generation.
As of yet, I really don't know the ins and outs of this bill. But I plan to find out. I'm just excited that finally, finally, America has joined every other industrialized nation. I just hope it wasn't too rushed. I hope to God it is functional.
When I was sitting on my couch, watching the coverage of the signing ceremony, I was struck by the weight of the moment. Truly, it didn't hit me until then that all of this fighting and compromising and talk talk talk actually means something. Of course I understand that action is what it's all about. But until I stopped to think about how it's going to affect my family, whether or not we're going to choose the government option, how wonderful it is for a newly-turned 18 year old like me that now, under this bill, I can be covered under my parents' care until I'm Eddie's age, it felt separate. Something that pundits and people on facebook and kids from Idaho [we're facebook friends now and I creep on his republican statuses] argue about.
But now it's real! It's here!
Caloo, callay!
Also, VOLUME TWO IS OUT SLK:JEK:W:KL:WKL:WKL!!!! I can't wait I can't wait. Oh my gosh. And it's free pastry day at Starbucks. I'm pretty sure I haven't set foot inside a Starbucks since sophomore year. In fact, I think it was the day we saw Sicko, oddly enough.
I wonder how Michael Moore is celebrating.
Now I'm studying for my mormon health final exam. It's discussing health care coverage, and attempts in the past to provide universal coverage (ie. Hillary). It also mentions how Hawaii already provides universal coverage to everyone in their state, which I didn't know.
But now that's going to have to be rewritten. I'm reading text that is 20 minutes outdated. It's a cool feeling.
I have renewed faith in this administration, and this country. It is easy to give in to cynicism, like the President said today. But that's not solutionary. We have to work together. Lords knows this bill went through a hell of a lot of compromise and negotiation already, and it certainly has steady opposition brewing as I write. But I can't help but rejoice in this moment! This is a landmark of our generation.
As of yet, I really don't know the ins and outs of this bill. But I plan to find out. I'm just excited that finally, finally, America has joined every other industrialized nation. I just hope it wasn't too rushed. I hope to God it is functional.
When I was sitting on my couch, watching the coverage of the signing ceremony, I was struck by the weight of the moment. Truly, it didn't hit me until then that all of this fighting and compromising and talk talk talk actually means something. Of course I understand that action is what it's all about. But until I stopped to think about how it's going to affect my family, whether or not we're going to choose the government option, how wonderful it is for a newly-turned 18 year old like me that now, under this bill, I can be covered under my parents' care until I'm Eddie's age, it felt separate. Something that pundits and people on facebook and kids from Idaho [we're facebook friends now and I creep on his republican statuses] argue about.
But now it's real! It's here!
Caloo, callay!
Also, VOLUME TWO IS OUT SLK:JEK:W:KL:WKL:WKL!!!! I can't wait I can't wait. Oh my gosh. And it's free pastry day at Starbucks. I'm pretty sure I haven't set foot inside a Starbucks since sophomore year. In fact, I think it was the day we saw Sicko, oddly enough.
I wonder how Michael Moore is celebrating.
11 March 2010
Pastels
Shoot. I have so much to do tonight. But I would rather blog instead? So productive.
Last night, I had a really vivid dream about hiking with my family, except it didn't start being my actual family until later in the dream. Also we were hiking on Brooks Mountain. Like, up Pete's driveway. Then the cops came, and I talked to them, and they were very suspicious. They tell me that neighbors have reported a house fire (no idea where that came from), all while people are screaming at each other in the background. So then the cops and I go back to the rest of my family, and Ryan tells me, "Don't worry, I got this." And so we all introduce ourselves to the cops, and Ryan pretends to be retarded. It was so funny, and so bizarre. I have no idea why I dreamt that. The night before last, I dreamed there was some weird futuristic revolutionary world, and we were hiding out in the litmag room, which then turned into a house, and like all of the people in school were there, but then it was just five of us, and then we had to pose as a family that was supposed to be living in this random house... I really don't know. But I've been having really detailed dreams like this lately.
In other news, I had straight hair today. A lot of people reacted a lot more enthusiastically than usual. Including Suzie Stewart. And I bought this after school:
$2! It was 50% off. It doesn't fit around my head completely but I DON'T CARE.
Maybe I'll wear it to prom. Which is in a month? What? I believe it at all. Today Mr. Spencer said, "You'll be all done before you know it". I believe that.
Okay. Focus time. Readygo.
Last night, I had a really vivid dream about hiking with my family, except it didn't start being my actual family until later in the dream. Also we were hiking on Brooks Mountain. Like, up Pete's driveway. Then the cops came, and I talked to them, and they were very suspicious. They tell me that neighbors have reported a house fire (no idea where that came from), all while people are screaming at each other in the background. So then the cops and I go back to the rest of my family, and Ryan tells me, "Don't worry, I got this." And so we all introduce ourselves to the cops, and Ryan pretends to be retarded. It was so funny, and so bizarre. I have no idea why I dreamt that. The night before last, I dreamed there was some weird futuristic revolutionary world, and we were hiding out in the litmag room, which then turned into a house, and like all of the people in school were there, but then it was just five of us, and then we had to pose as a family that was supposed to be living in this random house... I really don't know. But I've been having really detailed dreams like this lately.
In other news, I had straight hair today. A lot of people reacted a lot more enthusiastically than usual. Including Suzie Stewart. And I bought this after school:
$2! It was 50% off. It doesn't fit around my head completely but I DON'T CARE.
Maybe I'll wear it to prom. Which is in a month? What? I believe it at all. Today Mr. Spencer said, "You'll be all done before you know it". I believe that.
Okay. Focus time. Readygo.
10 March 2010
"Criminally adorable"
That's how Pitchfork describes this video. It's the truth.
I've watched this at least seven times since it premiered. Yesterday.
Volume Two is only thirteen days away! And my 18th birthday is exactly one week from today! I'm so excited, even though I don't have any use for cigarettes, rifles, porn, or OxyClean. But I'll be able to go George's, finally. And voting. That's cool too. I need to make some birthday plans.
In other exciting She & Him news, Jeric and I worked on our TCTTW act today. It's going to be so wonderful! I can hardly wait.
I have a million things to do for school, but I'm so unmotivated. I'll probably watch In the Sun again.
I've watched this at least seven times since it premiered. Yesterday.
Volume Two is only thirteen days away! And my 18th birthday is exactly one week from today! I'm so excited, even though I don't have any use for cigarettes, rifles, porn, or OxyClean. But I'll be able to go George's, finally. And voting. That's cool too. I need to make some birthday plans.
In other exciting She & Him news, Jeric and I worked on our TCTTW act today. It's going to be so wonderful! I can hardly wait.
I have a million things to do for school, but I'm so unmotivated. I'll probably watch In the Sun again.
08 March 2010
Sweetheart, bitter heart OR my first college interview
As I entered the Springdale Holiday Inn, I knew from the moment my mother told me to adjust my purse strap so as to not emphasize my chest that my 24 hour Fellowship Interview Extravaganza was going to be oodles of fun.
The lobby was filled with tables and people in polos whose helpfulness was kind of creepy at first. And those were only the people in charge of check-in. I didn't recognize as many of the kids as I expected to. I mean, between choir, forensics, AGS, and ACE, I usually recognize people at high school functions. But I really only knew a handful of people, and not at first. I just waited for my parents to go to their table and booked it up to my room. Conveniently, my roommate and I were on the same elevator. Her name was Katie from Kansas. She was very nice and let me borrow her straightener. So I talked to her some and we went back down to the lobby together. I tried to introduce her to the big group of Fayetteville kids, but then I saw Libby Wolfe, who I hadn't seen at all since July 25th, and I got really excited, and I think I scared Katie off.
At dinner, I ended up sitting next to a boy all the way from Boise, Idaho named Clinton Peter. He plays cello and guitar and piano and lacrosse. He also had a really graphic foot surgery that he, Cali Angela Wang, and Yibo discussed in detail (he wants to be a reconstructive plastic surgeon; the latter two worked at a hospital this summer, involving something called a "blood bucket". Charming, right?) Clinton was nice and interesting, a snowboarder, not a potato farmer. He actually asked me the small talk questions, which is not usually the case when I meet someone at things like this. And it wasn't awkward, it was nice. He turned out to be a Republican who likes the same music as 9th grade Andrea, but we ended on good terms. He told me to add him on facebook. I don't think he actually learned my name ever.
Highlights of the...weekend (Sunday/Monday)? trip (...to Springdale ?) experience (something like that) would be:
-wearing panty hose on the first day when most people were in jeans
-stuffing my already full belly with the vegetarian pasta that the nice people at the hotel served me (in a really freaking huge bowl)
-being saved from my awkward cleavage "mentor" (and also from not remembering to pack pjs...)at Pomfret by Emily
-seeing Annie Wang sprint in high heels (she's incredibly spry), and
-watching the Oscars with Maddie Hooper and the two University chaperons in the hotel bar because channel 7 didn't work anywhere else.
Also all of the fifty gazillion cookies I ate.
I don't have much to say about the actual interview. I think it went well. I wrote about corn and celebrities in my timed essays. Heh. Find out in a week.
The rest of today felt very productive. I rode a bus with my mommy, escaped creepy creep hick old men ("I liike yer flowur... it's on the wrohnge siide. Heh. Heh.") on the bus with my mommy, watched Ellen, finished As I Lay Dying (which is possibly my favorite book we've read in Lit), bounced at WOW with Michelle, and went to Banah's, where we ate mango, read (and lied) to Keeno, and played feisty Feist on the piano.
See? You see what I did there?
But I got up at 5:30 this morning. The three cups of coffee and five cups of tea are wearing off now.
Sidenote- today was Mimi's 69th birthday. I had such a nice phone conversation with her just a little while ago. It wasn't forced, really, not at all. It was casual and enjoyable. Surprisingly. I mean, that's always how I try to talk to my relatives, but not usually how it works. Anyway.
There are like 40 days of school left.
The lobby was filled with tables and people in polos whose helpfulness was kind of creepy at first. And those were only the people in charge of check-in. I didn't recognize as many of the kids as I expected to. I mean, between choir, forensics, AGS, and ACE, I usually recognize people at high school functions. But I really only knew a handful of people, and not at first. I just waited for my parents to go to their table and booked it up to my room. Conveniently, my roommate and I were on the same elevator. Her name was Katie from Kansas. She was very nice and let me borrow her straightener. So I talked to her some and we went back down to the lobby together. I tried to introduce her to the big group of Fayetteville kids, but then I saw Libby Wolfe, who I hadn't seen at all since July 25th, and I got really excited, and I think I scared Katie off.
At dinner, I ended up sitting next to a boy all the way from Boise, Idaho named Clinton Peter. He plays cello and guitar and piano and lacrosse. He also had a really graphic foot surgery that he, Cali Angela Wang, and Yibo discussed in detail (he wants to be a reconstructive plastic surgeon; the latter two worked at a hospital this summer, involving something called a "blood bucket". Charming, right?) Clinton was nice and interesting, a snowboarder, not a potato farmer. He actually asked me the small talk questions, which is not usually the case when I meet someone at things like this. And it wasn't awkward, it was nice. He turned out to be a Republican who likes the same music as 9th grade Andrea, but we ended on good terms. He told me to add him on facebook. I don't think he actually learned my name ever.
Highlights of the...weekend (Sunday/Monday)? trip (...to Springdale ?) experience (something like that) would be:
-wearing panty hose on the first day when most people were in jeans
-stuffing my already full belly with the vegetarian pasta that the nice people at the hotel served me (in a really freaking huge bowl)
-being saved from my awkward cleavage "mentor" (and also from not remembering to pack pjs...)at Pomfret by Emily
-seeing Annie Wang sprint in high heels (she's incredibly spry), and
-watching the Oscars with Maddie Hooper and the two University chaperons in the hotel bar because channel 7 didn't work anywhere else.
Also all of the fifty gazillion cookies I ate.
I don't have much to say about the actual interview. I think it went well. I wrote about corn and celebrities in my timed essays. Heh. Find out in a week.
The rest of today felt very productive. I rode a bus with my mommy, escaped creepy creep hick old men ("I liike yer flowur... it's on the wrohnge siide. Heh. Heh.") on the bus with my mommy, watched Ellen, finished As I Lay Dying (which is possibly my favorite book we've read in Lit), bounced at WOW with Michelle, and went to Banah's, where we ate mango, read (and lied) to Keeno, and played feisty Feist on the piano.
See? You see what I did there?
But I got up at 5:30 this morning. The three cups of coffee and five cups of tea are wearing off now.
Sidenote- today was Mimi's 69th birthday. I had such a nice phone conversation with her just a little while ago. It wasn't forced, really, not at all. It was casual and enjoyable. Surprisingly. I mean, that's always how I try to talk to my relatives, but not usually how it works. Anyway.
There are like 40 days of school left.
02 March 2010
Dilluted intensity
That's how this day has been and that's how I feel all the time. I'm constantly busy, happily so, but in the moment most the time I really just want to lay around.
Today, in choir, Mrs. Fincher turned off all the lights and made us close our eyes and hold hands while we sang O Magnum Mysterium. It sounded incredible. And it felt as though it lasted for ten minutes or something. When she turned on the lights she was crying. And then she said, "It just breaks my heart that some of you will never sing again." And then the seniors gave her a big group hug... and then we started thinking about leaving... and it was so weird and unexpected. That kind of reality check, without warning. Actually, a few minutes before she said that, I was looking around, thinking about next year, how all these faces around me won't be there. It's strange to think I'm a second-semester senior right now. It sure doesn't feel like I expected it would. It just feels like normal except I have to pretend like I'm going to college next year. Which I am. Which I'm completely excited about. But it still doesn't feel real.
So the rest of the day after choir has been rather foggy. I've felt emotionally drained. Exhausted. Spent.
This past weekend was really nice because:
1. We found half of a bison sticking out of a wall.
2. The Reader's Theatre that Michelle & I spent many hours writing won first place at Southside. Which means we're finally qualified for State, after competing three other times.
3. I won first place in storytelling with Saba's favorite childhood story about kidnapped children and pretending to cut off your feet.
4. I got my first real college acceptance letter- to Warren Wilson! I won't know about financial aid until I fill out another form, but, still! They want me! I have no idea if I'll actually go there, but it's a such a nice feeling.
5. A Midsummer Night's Dream was thoroughly enjoyable and entertaining. It was so nice to be in the audience! I loved it, start to finish.
Yesterday was Casmir Pulaski Day. And not just because it was March 1st, like the Sufjan song says, but because it was the first Monday in March. Also, March means my birthday. Means I'm going to be 18 years old. Means I can buy a shotgun and go to bars. The high life.
Also yesterday I wore Karina's gray cable knit sweater, cool wrappy apple skirt, and her spaceman coat. Today I wore a green waffle shirt and a shortish skirt and purple tights and gray boots and I felt like Becky Cox.
I'm very excited about the musical ventures that I'm involved in right now. They are definitely coming along. But I don't want to say too much, because one is secret and one is easily jinxed, I think.
Today, in choir, Mrs. Fincher turned off all the lights and made us close our eyes and hold hands while we sang O Magnum Mysterium. It sounded incredible. And it felt as though it lasted for ten minutes or something. When she turned on the lights she was crying. And then she said, "It just breaks my heart that some of you will never sing again." And then the seniors gave her a big group hug... and then we started thinking about leaving... and it was so weird and unexpected. That kind of reality check, without warning. Actually, a few minutes before she said that, I was looking around, thinking about next year, how all these faces around me won't be there. It's strange to think I'm a second-semester senior right now. It sure doesn't feel like I expected it would. It just feels like normal except I have to pretend like I'm going to college next year. Which I am. Which I'm completely excited about. But it still doesn't feel real.
So the rest of the day after choir has been rather foggy. I've felt emotionally drained. Exhausted. Spent.
This past weekend was really nice because:
1. We found half of a bison sticking out of a wall.
2. The Reader's Theatre that Michelle & I spent many hours writing won first place at Southside. Which means we're finally qualified for State, after competing three other times.
3. I won first place in storytelling with Saba's favorite childhood story about kidnapped children and pretending to cut off your feet.
4. I got my first real college acceptance letter- to Warren Wilson! I won't know about financial aid until I fill out another form, but, still! They want me! I have no idea if I'll actually go there, but it's a such a nice feeling.
5. A Midsummer Night's Dream was thoroughly enjoyable and entertaining. It was so nice to be in the audience! I loved it, start to finish.
Yesterday was Casmir Pulaski Day. And not just because it was March 1st, like the Sufjan song says, but because it was the first Monday in March. Also, March means my birthday. Means I'm going to be 18 years old. Means I can buy a shotgun and go to bars. The high life.
Also yesterday I wore Karina's gray cable knit sweater, cool wrappy apple skirt, and her spaceman coat. Today I wore a green waffle shirt and a shortish skirt and purple tights and gray boots and I felt like Becky Cox.
I'm very excited about the musical ventures that I'm involved in right now. They are definitely coming along. But I don't want to say too much, because one is secret and one is easily jinxed, I think.
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