What I did with my Friday

Guys.  I have Fridays off of school and work and responsibility.  This is not a particularly new development, but today I did things worth talking about.  I woke up relatively early.  I texted my friend, who I'd made plans with earlier in the week.  Plans, still on.  I got my lazy butt out of bed at 9:15 and got myself into the car to pick up a friend of mine for fun! exciting! things!  We went to Wolfgang's for breakfast, which was awesome.  And then, after a quick detour back home to pick up my student ID, we went to the GRAM.
The GRAM is exactly like the DIA, except it's collection isn't as good and it costs a dollar more to get in.  And the building is new, instead of the fairly fantastic mashup of additions of time and space that the DIA consists of.  Today's visit had a Purpose (it's the little flame/that lights a fire under your ass).  We have to write essays.  For Art History.  About Rauschenberg.  He's a big deal, apparently.  And I don't think he's dead.  I should probably find out if he's dead or not before I turn my essay in.  These essays, apparently, are a big deal.  It's hard to express your thoughts in writing.  You should take notes and write an outline and then write your essay and rewrite and edit it.  This is what my professor has said.
How did all of us make it to college without writing an essay?  I mean, I'm speaking for others, maybe.  I've written an essay or two (or a million and a half, hey there APs!)

Really though, I do know how to write.  And not like a total idiot either.  We aim for 45% idiot, 50% normal human being, and 5% strange facial expressions and dinosaur noises.

I mean, I'm Literary.  With a capital L.

I like Instagram, despite all the hipster-who-thinks-they're-a-talented-photographer-stigma.

I had been thinking about taking some different classes next fall, if I can't publish a book and make all my dreams come true stay in school.  Printmaking is very high on the list.  Sculpture.  Industrial Design.  I need to get better at using the computer.  Apparently it has things other than twitter?  Who knew?  

I've heard of a class called "Digital Foundations" which may be something along the lines of what I need.  Also, CAD and Rhino, which do things mystical and unbeknownst to me.  I could take initiative and make these things, um, knownst to me.  Or something.

After the Rauschenberg, we talked for a while about the universe and how it is positively falling apart nearly constantly and also about how I have not read Jane Eyre.  Personal fault, I admit it.

And then I made soup.  Soup!  I should've chopped the onions smaller.

And then I thought that there was going to be this really great speaker at the GRAM, but it actually sucked, so I dragged my roomateboyfriend there for no reason.  Poop.  

And then I doodled.

Also, you should check out Rookie, FYTattoos, and The Mind Experience (this is much cooler if you are me than if you are, like, anyone else in the universe, but bear with me) and you might like them.  Or you might not.  I know that I was wasting time there today, and having fun with it.

My SUPER EXCITING VERY TOP SECRET GREAT AMAZING PROJECT will be revealed VERY SOON.  Dudes.  Be excited.

BUT FIRST, let's talk about something else.  Two different people pointed out my horrible accent to me today.  Maybe it's an upper midwestern thing, maybe it's a me thing, I dunno.  All I know is that, sometimes...



I love all y'all.  G'night.

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Laws of the Universe

That, in short, is physics. Or at least what I understand physics to be about. I think I like physics because it all works, and it's solid. it's not some abstract concept that's all subjective. That's what solid is.
I went to a funeral home tonight, and that was when I realized that the laws of the universe don't always work. It was the visitation for my friend's dad.
The laws of the universe say that sixteen year olds don't lose their fathers. The laws of the universe say that really awesome people don't die. The laws of the universe say that people who can't handle that sort of thing shouldn't have to go. The laws of the universe say that no one should have to bury their child.
I know what you're saying. You're asking why I haven't realized this before. It's not like this is the first time I've known someone who died. Wasn't Steven's death more of a injustice?
That was breaking the laws of the universe too. Kids shouldn't die, and people my age shouldn't have their parents die. That just isn't the way it's supposed to work.
And how are you supposed to deal with that? Can you really get over that?
And now I have to think of something that I did tonight to write about for French, because lord knows I'm not writing about this.

Feel the Epicness

My hair is dark brown. Really dark, actually. I actually think it makes my skin look lighter/pinker. I'm not sure why.
I had a really fabulous day today. I got my practice ACT score back, and it was decent (but I didn't get a 40 like I really wanted to). And then I went home to work on my Bio (I finished like...two questions. Going up to do more when I finish this.) and then I was getting ready to drive my brother somewhere, and Makena called me. We ended up finding a four-leaf clover and wandering in downtown Ann Arbor doing fun and exciting stuff (and taking 30 minutes to find a freeking parking space). And then I went to Andrea's, and we got into shenanigans. Actually, I showed her my pot garden. And then we called people. We went and picked up Makena and Manogna. And then we went back to my house and played ping pong. And then we made an epic fort. And then we drove to Target and bought things and stuff. And then we went back to my house and dyed my hair. And then we watched the first episode of Power Rangers. And then I drove everyone home. And then I ate seven crackers with cream cheese on them. And then I sat down to write this blog post.

Well. And Bullet Points.

Dear gawd, I need some new titles. I should ponder that.
This post needs some bullet points:

• New layout. Yes, it is fantabulous. Yes, Aimless Cupcakes/Andrea made it for me. Yes, I pretty much think it's the shiz. We hung out today and read Hamlet.
• Hamlet. Andrea and Emaline and I had this totally ridiculous/amazing/hilarious idea. We're reading all of Shakespeare's plays this summer.
• Except for Romeo and Juliet, because we've all read that already. And it seems like everyone in that play was born without common sense.
• This leaves 37 plays. We're getting a head start with Hamlet now. Next is A Midsummer Night's Dream. Next is something else.
• I'm starting to think that Shakespeare was smoking some pretty good stuff when he was writing this, because some of this is pretty...far out.
• Emaline finished Hamlet. Before me. We're not talking about how hostile I am feeling right now.
• Does the whole reading all of Shakespeare's plays thing in one summer make me a dork?
• Andrea, how could I repay you for my layout? Cookies? A hilarious video?

Debate

Ugh. We had a debate meet last night, and it was totally ugh-worthy. The real problem was the PO (presiding officer). I had never debated against her, so I had no idea if she was any good at being a PO. She was terrible. Absolutley terrible. She didn't have the easiest job in the world, but I'm convinced that I could have been better at it than her (and she won a trophy from super session too!) She never called on Makena and I, even though we kept on raising our hands to speak.
Ugh.

Discoveries

me: OMG

Makena: i know

me: I have a dent in my head!

Makena: what does allegretto mean?

me: maybe that's why I think the way i think!

Makena: how did you get a dent in your head?

haha!

7:59 PM me: I have no idea

Makena: wierd

me: but it is so there

Makena: that is wierd u were prob dropped on ur head when u were little

JK!

8:00 PM me: no...that's mean

This is more of a flat spot with an indentation in the middle

8:01 PM Makena: that sounds like what babies heads are like yours it seems just never grew to cover the whole which is wierd since merrits hole has hardend over

me: no, it's not a soft spot, it's a flat spot

As you can see, I have recently discovered that I have not only a flat spot, but a dent in the back of my head. This is rather unnerving, but it could explain a lot.
I started dance. I have it first block, and we strech. And that makes my legs hurt. And then I whine.
No really, dance class is a lot of fun. It's physical activity, but without the horrible team sports that have been the bane of my existance since kindergarden and the introduction of gym class onto my otherwise happy childhood. I'm not one of the more skilled people in the class, but I'm not the worst either, which is good. And apparently, I have developed a comma fetish, damn.
Honors Geometry is surprisingly easy. You should remember that in May when I'm whining about how hard Honors Geometry is, then you can say "You said it was so easy!"
Earth Science is interesting. The teacher's good, but really hard. This will probably be harder than Honors Geometry.
French Two is hilarious. I don't really know anyone in that class, but the people are pretty funny. Haven't learned a ton, but I have a feeling that I will actually have to conjugate French verbs, which we totally didn't have to do last year. Eugh.
This is getting boring, I know. I'll stop now.

10,219!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yes, a certain someone has finally broken 10,000! Yay for meeeee! ***Insert Happy Dance (tm) here***
Emily got her key out, unlocked the door, and let the two of them in her house.-Fifty Stories to Tell at my Funeral
If you were at the tournament today, chances are you could mentally connect that sentence with something dirty, but I'd prefer if you abstain from mentioning.
Speaking of the tournament, I made it into the super session! I ranked 17th! Out of like 40 people! I don't think that's too bad for my first real match. My bill was destroyed, but that was to be expected. I probably would have ranked higher in the super session if I had actually given a speech instead of just asking questions, but I had very little research on the bills at hand, so I didn't really feel confident speaking about it. Oh well, I still think I did a good job.

Yay!

Guess who just got invited to RAVELRY! MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! My username's Froomla, if you want to be friends.

What Genius Self has Done

So, on Sunday I was at this meeting for youth group, and nobody was raising their hand, and my hand slipped up, uncontrolled by my mind, and...

I'm the new co-president of youth group. Smooth move there, wasn't it? Yeah

500, Yarn, Movies, Yarn, School

There are officially 500 more days with Bush. We shall not talk about how much this depresses me. I seriously thought that there was just one year, or maybe a year and a month, what with all this talk of the election. I won't be able to vote, but knowing these things makes me feel like a useful member of society, which is a good feeling.

Tonight my peeps and I ate ice cream (butterfinger. who knew that flavors like that existed?), watched Breakfast at Tiffany's, and did things vaguely reminiscent of yoga. Thoroughly enjoyable, and there was knitting involved. Conni and I both knit on our socks, and the non-knitters vegetated and giggled when she was knitting that wacked out sweater.

I am kind of in love with that blue stripe, right between the purple and the green... Yes, my toenails are purple.

I am starting to think that Ms.D is maybe not as bad as I once thought. *Insert guilty feeling here* I may tell her about the time in fifth grade when I read the entire history book, but I don't want to look too dorky. And quiz bowl, which I am considering joining, is not dorky at all. Even though I'm one of four white kids.

I think that my english teacher may be one of the coolest teachers I've ever had. She asked who wanted to write a novel, and I raised my hand, because let's face it; I've spent an innappropriate amount of time fantisizing about Nanowrimo, which I will most defintly be doing this November (1 3/4 months! Squee!!!)

You Psycopaths Startled Me!

So about half an hour ago, my mom says that there's people on the patio. I think this is a little weird. More than a little weird. I go out there and realize that it's Makena and Emaline and we all just start craking up. Turns out that they're just going for a bike ride and decided to surprise me. My friends rock!

Makena and are taking a bunch of quizzes:

Your Life is 29% Off Track

In general, your life is going very well.You're quite happy with where you are and what you're doing.And even if you get a bit off course, you're usually able to get back on track easily.

Are You Living The Wrong Life?

You Should Be a Joke Writer

You're totally hilarious, and you can find the humor in any situation.Whether you're spouting off zingers, comebacks, or jokes about life...You usually can keep a crowd laughing, and you have plenty of material.You have the makings of a great comedian - or comedic writer.

What Type of Writer Should You Be?

Your Nail Polish Color is Black

How you're unique: There's nothing about you that isn't unique Why your style rocks: You are a total indie chick... and you can pull it off What this color says about you: "I'm a trendsetter and don't care what anyone else is doing!"

What Color Nail Polish Best Fits You?

Men See You As Choosy

Men notice you light years before you notice themYou take a selective approach to dating, and you can afford to be pickyYou aren't looking for a quick flirt - but a memorable encounterIt may take men a while to ask you out, but it's worth the wait

How Do Men See You?

Your Extroversion Profile:

Assertiveness: Very High Cheerfulness: High Excitement Seeking: High Sociability: High Friendliness: Low Activity Level: Very Low

How Extroverted Are You?

^I'm a walking oxymoron.

Earlier today we tried out for Kid Nation, this new reality show where kids basically run their lil' country for fourty days. It sounds pretty cool, but if I got on it, I'd have to miss a lot of school to get to the filming.