PS

Oh yeah and guess what?! Tila broke my heart and chose Bobby over Dani. What the eff Tila.
Look! So cute!

In other news I want Tegan and Sara hair. Oh you've TOTALLY wanted it too, don't lie.

Cold toes!

D came over last night and informed me my house was officially colder than his. this was frightening for two reasons: 1) we refer to his house as "the igloo" and 2) I had no idea what he was talking about. It's quite possible I've frozen my nerve endings.

1 Hour Until Guests

I thought I would take a break from cleaning my house and baking delectables to mention that Yeah Yeah Yeah's merch prices are outrageous. Who do they think is buying this shit?

Mas

I don't know why I ended that last post- I wish to write more!

I crave camp. I do, truly. F introduced me to his awesome camp which I have applied to be a counselor at. Gonna be honest- heartbreak my way if I am denied camp love for another summer. Speaking of F, he kind of blew up today during the project we're working on together. Isn't it strange when you just meet someone and as you get to know them all these traits you never knew they had come out. How can first impressions be so inaccurate? It's a little like they betray you the moment they feel comfortable enough to be themselves. Is that just me? At any rate, F can be scary. That's what I learned today.

So apparently J was driving S to Taco Bell yesterday and was looking at the pictures he had in his phone (because I always feel the need to be distracted when I drive too) and he had all these graphic pictures of naked girls. C, J, S and I had a big discussion about it during Creative Writing today. It's curious how your opinion of a person changes when you find out they've had sex. It's this big secret and then, depending on how it comes out, it rebuilds them in your eyes. I think it could be the fact that someone you see everyday has experienced something really life affirming and they're sitting in class with you talking about it. They could have children. Someone's seen them (gasp) naked. Oddly enough, even though S's secret came out in a slightly disturbing way, his appreciation for and realism about his experiences makes him so much more respectable to me now. Granted, I had to take off points for having nude photos on his camera phone. How myspace slut of him.

Dear Snow Gods...

I wants me a snow day. Why is it that in third world countries children would give anything for an education, and us Americans just want to find ways we can miss school?

J and I got our nails did today. Twas my first time getting fake nails. "Why, yes, they are fake." I'm wondering what D is going to say about them. Probably nothing...he never comments much about things like that. I thought it was a little silly to get them done for a school dance but I think J just really wanted an excuse. We are both unstoppable nail biters. (At last, I find my soul mate.) I am going with T this year because D is in college now and is too high and mighty for things of the high schoolish nature. Not like I went with D last year anyways...

I'm most excited for my before party. I've had one for two years now and I am determined to have my final one be my best. I really do love entertaining. I think when I'm older I'll just have all kinds of little get-togethers. I think they're terribly classic. It's funny, sometimes I'll just do something because I like to connotation of doing it. My parents have very wealthy friends and I remember going over their lavish homes and eating insanely wonderful food as a child. And there was lots of wine. Despite my finicky taste for it, I think I'll always associate "good breeding" and "dinner parties on the yacht" and that whole unbelievable life style with a dainty glass of white wine. None at my party unfortunately; I have stupid friends who wouldn't appreciate my symbolism. Or they would freak out. For instance I know this girl who I grow to dislike more and more each day. She's all "my mom told me not to..." which is absurd- at what point will she become a independent person I wonder? She refuses to park on the curb because she was "brought up to park in the parking lot; there could be thieves." What does that mean?

I just hung up with C. God I love her- I hope we stay in touch next year.

I have English homework pouring out of my ass. All this speed reading is making me hate the Canterbury Tales.

This Feels Creepy...

At long last I find myself with a legitimate blog. What is it about livejournal that makes you question how creepy you are? But that's all behind you now.

J and I stayed up until 11 last night watching the season roundup of A Shot At Love With Tila Tequila. I was actually about an hour late to school this morning because I was so tired. Did you just read that? Isn't that crazy? Jason Anderson has this thing about how there's no such thing as a guilty pleasure. He says you like what you like and you shouldn't feel bad about it. Right on. I think the "worst" part is that I think it's real. No I'm serious. Tila Tequila is a legit "reality" show. Or at any rate, Dani is totally real. She better end up with Dani or I'm going to go on myspace and write her a nasty post. How righteous.

Hey I got into college, yo. TWICE. I have 7 left to hear from. Oh and the one I ACTUALLY want to attend I have yet to apply to yet. Nice.