It is official. I've finally fallen in love.
Who's the lucky (or not so lucky) guy, you might ask?
Samwise Gamgee. Or just Sam. You may know him as that.
This fella is the nicest, sweetest, kindest Hobbit to ever walk earth.
Er, Middle-earth.
So, finals were this week, and now school is over. Senior year, here I come. You ain't seen nothing yet. I was so mentally exhausted, and physically, too (three hour dance practices do that to you), that when I got home from my last day of school (and dance), I trudged upstairs, changed into sweats and locked myself in my parents room with all the lights off.
I then popped in Lord of the Rings in the DVD player. It was the extended version. I snuggled under the covers and watched the Fellowship of the Ring.
Now, even though I have been in the possession of all the extended versions of all the Lord of the Rings movies, I'd never actually, heh, seen...them..
BLASPHEMY! some of you may cry, shoving your pointed fingers into my face.
Yeah, well, I hadn't, and I felt like it was a good time to start. I'd seen bits and pieces of the movies when my brother was going through his LoTR binge, but I'd never stayed to watch the entire movies.
It was gooood...
I could not stop watching them. Once I was finished, I started the Two Towers and fell asleep on my parents bed. Yesterday, I finished the movie and watched all of the Return of the King.
I am in love. Not just with Sam, even though I am (he made me cry!), and maybe Pippin, too, I freaking love the series. I got up this morning and went straight to the family bookcase and pulled out the trilogy in book form. 1000 pages of Frodo Baggins and Aragorn and Legolas and Gimli. GAH.
Once I finish that, I seriously can not wait until the Hobbit comes out in December. I. Can't. Wait.
Now, excuse me while I go watch all of the bonus features and drool over Sean Astin.
May 27, 2012
May 21, 2012
Cricket
So.
I have a story for you.
It's incredible how much your day can change based on one small, little thing. That inconvenient thing that you wouldn't give a second thought suddenly becomes convenient by one small action.
Now, I must say that I am a 'responsible' sleeper. I tend to go to bed at around 9:30 or 10:00 every night and wake up at 6:30 on weekdays, 8:00 on weekends. I keep it consistent, and when I don't get those certain hours of sleep, I don't necessarily function right.
I never go to bed in the wee hours of the morning. I get my homework done before bed and go to sleep at the normal time. I get eight hours of sleep and life is good.
Yay.
I am also a medium sleeper. Not light, not heavy, just in between. When I hear something normal (air conditioning, the wash, wind, rain, etc.) I can sleep. Huzzah for white noise! But, when something is...off, I'm awake almost instantly.
Unfortunately, my fate of sleep was in someone else's hands. Er...claws. And hands, I guess. That comes later.
I go to bed at the normal time after reading a book like I always do. Keeping it consistent. Tucking in, switching off my light-up bed (yes, I have a light-up bed) and making sure my door is open, I roll on my stomach and fall asleep.
Approximately 3:06 AM, I snap into reality.
Chirping. I hear...chirping. In my room. Coming from my closet. Which I left open. That is now chirping. Annoyingly loud.
First I thought I was dreaming. After blinking a couple times, realizing that I am, in fact, awake, I think I'm getting pranked. Someone put a little sound player in my closet and it was set to go off at this time.
Then I finally get it in my head that I am not getting pranked, and I am not dreaming.
A cricket. In my closet. Chirping. Loudly. At 3:06 AM.
A cricket.
A cricket.
A CRICKET!!
A CRICKET. IN MY CLOSET. CHIRPING. LOUDLY. AT 3:06 AM.
Forgive me for using this overly-used expression, but I mean it in a different way.
It was unreal.
Not unreal like, "Aw, man! That roller coaster was unreal!"
I mean unreal as in this should never happen to anyone. Ever.
Un. Real.
I angrily got out of bed, first smacking my closet door to get the stupid bug to shut up, and then stormed into my parents room.
"Dad...there's a cricket...in my room."
He stirred, and then sat up. "It's in your room now?!"
Apparently, this cricket started in my parents room, but then immigrated illegally into my room. Where it started chirping. Loudly. At 3:06 AM.
He got out of bed and went into my room. I followed him, hitting the lightswitch and flinging open my closet door. The chirping was coming loudly from inside.
We spent an hour--an hour--trying to find this cursed bug. My mom then came inside my room and pulled me aside while my dad was flinging the contents of my closet all around my room.
She looked at me worriedly.
"I've debating whether or not I should tell you, but I'm afraid if I don't, you'll cry."
Fear shot through me. "What...?"
She rocked back and forth on her heels. "Well...you made it into Chamber Choir.."
[for those of you who don't know, it's the elite senior choir at my school. really hard to get in.]
"Uh huh..."
"Well, some-of-the-chamber-kids-are-coming-by-to-kidnap-you-and-take-you-to-IHOP-for-breakfast-at-four-thirty-with-the-rest-of-the-choir," she said really fast.
"You--why are you telling me?"
"I just wanted to tell you so you wouldn't get another who knows how long amount of sleep before they come by to get you. I didn't want you to get upset..."
She looked at me pleadingly, and then her face fell. "I shouldn't have told you."
I'll admit, I was pretty upset. I had seriously confided in one of my chamber friends who's in it this year that I've always wanted to have a surprise birthday party or to get kidnapped for breakfast about a week ago, and I just found out that it was going to happen to me today. And my mom ruined it for me.
And I love surprises.
But, I knew she had my best interests at heart.
"It's okay..." I mumbled.
"I'm sorry!" she said sadly, and then gave me a hug. "Sierra [girl in chamber] is going to kill me!"
"I'll just fake being surprised. Don't worry," I told her.
I turned and went back into my room.
We finally found the stupid bug in one of my dress sleeves. We took it downstairs into the garage and I had half-an-hour until they were going to come by and get me.
I stayed awake the whole time, just staring at my ceiling, waiting. I rolled over and feigned sleep when I heard a car door slam outside my house. About two minutes later, a flashlight was shined in my face and Sierra and two other girls were bouncing on my bed to wake me up.
And I pretended to be groggy and surprised.
I realized that they had to pick their way to my bed so they could wake me up, because of the destruction of my closet that we had made trying to find the stupid cricket.
"There was a cricket in my room," I said stupidly.
They laughed and passed it off for sleepiness, when I really was wide awake, and they took me out to their car where we went to IHOP.
I was exhausted. I had to go straight to school after that, and I've been awake for over 13 hours now.
I am going to wipe out the entire worlds population of crickets by the end of the day.
And that is the story of how a minuscule cricket ruined my day at 3 in the morning.
But I'm not bitter or anything.
I have a story for you.
It's incredible how much your day can change based on one small, little thing. That inconvenient thing that you wouldn't give a second thought suddenly becomes convenient by one small action.
Now, I must say that I am a 'responsible' sleeper. I tend to go to bed at around 9:30 or 10:00 every night and wake up at 6:30 on weekdays, 8:00 on weekends. I keep it consistent, and when I don't get those certain hours of sleep, I don't necessarily function right.
I never go to bed in the wee hours of the morning. I get my homework done before bed and go to sleep at the normal time. I get eight hours of sleep and life is good.
Yay.
I am also a medium sleeper. Not light, not heavy, just in between. When I hear something normal (air conditioning, the wash, wind, rain, etc.) I can sleep. Huzzah for white noise! But, when something is...off, I'm awake almost instantly.
Unfortunately, my fate of sleep was in someone else's hands. Er...claws. And hands, I guess. That comes later.
I go to bed at the normal time after reading a book like I always do. Keeping it consistent. Tucking in, switching off my light-up bed (yes, I have a light-up bed) and making sure my door is open, I roll on my stomach and fall asleep.
Approximately 3:06 AM, I snap into reality.
Chirping. I hear...chirping. In my room. Coming from my closet. Which I left open. That is now chirping. Annoyingly loud.
First I thought I was dreaming. After blinking a couple times, realizing that I am, in fact, awake, I think I'm getting pranked. Someone put a little sound player in my closet and it was set to go off at this time.
Then I finally get it in my head that I am not getting pranked, and I am not dreaming.
A cricket. In my closet. Chirping. Loudly. At 3:06 AM.
A cricket.
A cricket.
A CRICKET!!
A CRICKET. IN MY CLOSET. CHIRPING. LOUDLY. AT 3:06 AM.
Forgive me for using this overly-used expression, but I mean it in a different way.
It was unreal.
Not unreal like, "Aw, man! That roller coaster was unreal!"
I mean unreal as in this should never happen to anyone. Ever.
Un. Real.
I angrily got out of bed, first smacking my closet door to get the stupid bug to shut up, and then stormed into my parents room.
"Dad...there's a cricket...in my room."
He stirred, and then sat up. "It's in your room now?!"
Apparently, this cricket started in my parents room, but then immigrated illegally into my room. Where it started chirping. Loudly. At 3:06 AM.
He got out of bed and went into my room. I followed him, hitting the lightswitch and flinging open my closet door. The chirping was coming loudly from inside.
We spent an hour--an hour--trying to find this cursed bug. My mom then came inside my room and pulled me aside while my dad was flinging the contents of my closet all around my room.
She looked at me worriedly.
"I've debating whether or not I should tell you, but I'm afraid if I don't, you'll cry."
Fear shot through me. "What...?"
She rocked back and forth on her heels. "Well...you made it into Chamber Choir.."
[for those of you who don't know, it's the elite senior choir at my school. really hard to get in.]
"Uh huh..."
"Well, some-of-the-chamber-kids-are-coming-by-to-kidnap-you-and-take-you-to-IHOP-for-breakfast-at-four-thirty-with-the-rest-of-the-choir," she said really fast.
"You--why are you telling me?"
"I just wanted to tell you so you wouldn't get another who knows how long amount of sleep before they come by to get you. I didn't want you to get upset..."
She looked at me pleadingly, and then her face fell. "I shouldn't have told you."
I'll admit, I was pretty upset. I had seriously confided in one of my chamber friends who's in it this year that I've always wanted to have a surprise birthday party or to get kidnapped for breakfast about a week ago, and I just found out that it was going to happen to me today. And my mom ruined it for me.
And I love surprises.
But, I knew she had my best interests at heart.
"It's okay..." I mumbled.
"I'm sorry!" she said sadly, and then gave me a hug. "Sierra [girl in chamber] is going to kill me!"
"I'll just fake being surprised. Don't worry," I told her.
I turned and went back into my room.
We finally found the stupid bug in one of my dress sleeves. We took it downstairs into the garage and I had half-an-hour until they were going to come by and get me.
I stayed awake the whole time, just staring at my ceiling, waiting. I rolled over and feigned sleep when I heard a car door slam outside my house. About two minutes later, a flashlight was shined in my face and Sierra and two other girls were bouncing on my bed to wake me up.
And I pretended to be groggy and surprised.
I realized that they had to pick their way to my bed so they could wake me up, because of the destruction of my closet that we had made trying to find the stupid cricket.
"There was a cricket in my room," I said stupidly.
They laughed and passed it off for sleepiness, when I really was wide awake, and they took me out to their car where we went to IHOP.
I was exhausted. I had to go straight to school after that, and I've been awake for over 13 hours now.
I am going to wipe out the entire worlds population of crickets by the end of the day.
And that is the story of how a minuscule cricket ruined my day at 3 in the morning.
But I'm not bitter or anything.
May 17, 2012
Irresponsible
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I think so. I took it.
I don't know why I decided to put it on here. I'm in a weird mood right now.
I just had a three hour ballet class, and I am exhausted. Probably the reason for the weird mood. We've been working our dance performance and cleaning it up, and if I have to do one more sissone, I will..murder...gah.
[If you don't know what a sissone is, just look it up on Youtube]
I'm acting very irresponsible right now. I have a French final exam tomorrow, and I'm not studying. I'm typing this. I've listened to Violet Hill (Coldplay) about 34 times now. I can't stop listening.
I've gone through a can of Dr. Pepper today. It was delicious. It's my favorite soda, you know.
Question: Do any of you like boys that you can't "like"? Do you get what I mean? It's so annoying.
This guy enjoys playing girls. He's such a flirt, and he's really good at it. He came after me, and I guess we've lost the awkward phase of avoiding each other in the hallways after the whole 'thing'. We've become friendly again, and I still *kinda* like him.
Why?!
I also found out he lives very near my grandparents. Double the weird factor.
I swear I was not stalking him. My grandma just said that she's seen him around, and she was wondering if it was the same guy on Facebook blah blah blah.
We were NOT bf/gf. We were friendly on Choir Tour. This is the guy I was talking about. My CTR? Yep, he's the one.
Violet Hill just ended. I think I'll play it again.
May 15, 2012
Redone
Whoa! What's this?
That's right, my imaginary friends. A new layout for you to enjoy.
I don't know, I just felt like my blog had stayed the same for a really long time, and I needed a bit of change. And changed it has become.
[Side note: Those of you from FanFiction, welcome! I hope you decide to stay for a while. I mean, you don't have to, but it would be nice...heh]
Yay! I've also been able to fix my share buttons down on the below. So, share this blog with your friends on Facebook, Google+, or just the handy dandy email.
I think I've done pretty well updating this blog recently. Not leaving it untouched for six months to a year at a time. I've become more responsible. Yup.
Okay, I'm really sorry that I was totally begging you to share my blog with your friends. It really bothers me when people do that, and I've just sank down to their level. Gah, just shoot me now.
Maybe I should do a list. I know! A favorites list. I haven't done one of those in a while.
- Favorite color? Orange.
- Favorite candy? Snickers or Peanut M&Ms
- Favorite state? California
- Favorite song? Bloom--Paper Kites, Violet Hill--Coldplay
- Ice cream? Making my own at Coldstone
- Food? Steak and Mashed Potatoes w/ graaavvyyy
- Store? Old Navy
- Book? Get back to me on that one.
- Author? J.K. Rowling
Eh, I'm done.
OKAY BYE.
May 3, 2012
Post
You know, I seem to be coming to this blog blindly.
I'm sure that there are many of you out there who think and plan their posts meticulously, leaving no sentence or word forgotten. Making sure that everything is to the point, with the right amount of humor, seriousness, and poetic thought.
I read a lot of blogs that are like poetry.
Maybe you have a theme. Wednesday is a new recipe, while Friday is a new list of your favorite things to keep you thinking positively. Monday focuses on one thing that made you happy that day, because you hate Mondays.
I, on the other hand, come into this blog blindly.
Posting is random, my posts are random, and I don't have themes. I don't think about what I'm going to say. I just write down what comes to mind. There is no strict schedule that I follow. I don't post recipes on Wednesday, lists on Friday, and one thing that made me happy on Monday.
I just post.
When I go back on my posts, I think about what I said. It's mostly just random crap that I have to sort through, and even then, I don't even know what I was trying to say half the time. I just write. Write write write write write. My fingers move by themselves, and I go on the spur of the moment.
I don't know where I get my ideas.
My brain just throws out things to say and my fingers willingly type them on this random blog. My brain controls my fingers, and my heart controls my brain. And now the theme of passion and love has forced its way into this blog post. Great.
I...
I think I'm going to end this post now.
PS. That blog post was, I guess, slightly poetic. I promise I didn't plan every word meticulously, making sure I left no detail behind.
It just happened.
I'm sure that there are many of you out there who think and plan their posts meticulously, leaving no sentence or word forgotten. Making sure that everything is to the point, with the right amount of humor, seriousness, and poetic thought.
I read a lot of blogs that are like poetry.
Maybe you have a theme. Wednesday is a new recipe, while Friday is a new list of your favorite things to keep you thinking positively. Monday focuses on one thing that made you happy that day, because you hate Mondays.
I, on the other hand, come into this blog blindly.
Posting is random, my posts are random, and I don't have themes. I don't think about what I'm going to say. I just write down what comes to mind. There is no strict schedule that I follow. I don't post recipes on Wednesday, lists on Friday, and one thing that made me happy on Monday.
I just post.
When I go back on my posts, I think about what I said. It's mostly just random crap that I have to sort through, and even then, I don't even know what I was trying to say half the time. I just write. Write write write write write. My fingers move by themselves, and I go on the spur of the moment.
I don't know where I get my ideas.
My brain just throws out things to say and my fingers willingly type them on this random blog. My brain controls my fingers, and my heart controls my brain. And now the theme of passion and love has forced its way into this blog post. Great.
I...
I think I'm going to end this post now.
PS. That blog post was, I guess, slightly poetic. I promise I didn't plan every word meticulously, making sure I left no detail behind.
It just happened.
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