I GOT CALLED BACK AS AUDREY!

GUYS I GOT CALLED BACK AS AUDREY!!

I don't know if I can explain how amazing this is.  I mean, I thought I wasn't a good singer!  And I got a callback for the LEAD in the musical!!  The lead!! Aaaaaaaaa!!

Thith ith thuper duper cool, you guyth.

Hey you know what's even cooler?  Remember that guyyyyy?  He's called back for Seymour!

Spoiler, Seymour and Audrey are in love.

Like, seriously, this is my happiest moment.  Of. My. Life.  I am so excited.

I am going to NAIL IT!!

Wish me luck!

(Callbacks are tomorrow from 3:30-6:30)

((Watch Audrey and Seymour being in love here.))

UGHHHH Part II

So that last one was rather vague...  I guess I'll explain myself.

I like Eli, like a lot.  And he knows, and he doesn't care, and he likes Lauren, and she knows, and she doesn't care, and he knows she knows and doesn't care, and he doesn't care, and it seems like the only one who cares is ME!

And it's really sad.  Like, REALLY sad.

Like every time I think about it I get this empty feeling in my stomach.

OCTOBER...

NOVEMBER...

DECEMBER...

JANUARY...

(If you get that, that's just sad.  Unless you're Nicole, then it's not that sad because we were just talking about this.)

Anyway yeah I'm sad and lonely and sad and the next time you see me you should give me a hug and find me a big cuddly boyfriend.

Like Butler.

Dude, if he were like...20...25? 30 years younger he'd be my ideal boyfriend.

Juuuuuust saying.

UGHHHH

UGHHHH!  UUUUGHHHH!

UGHASDFARGH!!

SNARGLEBLAGGOT SNOTLARD!

ASDFASDFASFDASDFASDF.

(It's Eli's fault.)

I Have Nothing To Do Right Now And I Am Incredibly Bored Because Of It

Here I am posting about my boredom at 1:30 because I am hanging out with my friend at 4 and we're meeting at school and I don't want to leave and come back because I'm too lazy to do that.  So I'll be here for another two and a half hours.

FUN TIMES...

My Boots (Sorry, no fur)

Do you all remember the story about my online woes?  Here's the short version, in case you haven't:

I tried to order a pair of boots online but the internet froze up, so I tried again and it said this order was already placed.  I went to the page that showed my orders, and it said there were two orders placed that day, and neither of them were processed correctly.  Or something.

I called customer service and the lady said she'd call me back after the order was processed, which should have been within an hour.  It wasn't.

I called the next day and the guy said that the order should disappear within 4 days.  It didn't.

I called again and the lady said that if the credit card wasn't charged there's nothing to worry about.

So I just ordered the boots again.

AND HERE THEY ARE LOOK AT THEM!!

I don't actually have the boots in my possession; that's just the picture from the website.  BUT THEY ARE HAWT.

Blogger Mobile

So okay I know I said I wasn't going to sign up for Blogger Mobile, but I did.  Because it looked fun, okay?

The first message I sent to Blogger looked like this one my phone:

"Testing, 1, 2, 3.

This is my first text message Blogger blog post! Yaaay! I feel like such a dork right now, by the way. Especially since I said in my last post that I am NOT going to sign up for this...And here I am... -sigh-"

Then I got a message from Blogger that said "Success! Your post made it to your blog greenrave.blogspot.com. Send STOP to stop receiving all SMS."

"Cool," I thought, and went to check my blog.

Well.  Two blog posts had showed up.  I deleted one of them, but they both looked roughly the same.  Here's the other (which I have also deleted):

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I said "._. I didn't...post that."

Then I looked at my phone, which still had a message of Blogger congratulating me on my blog post, and I looked at my "blog post" and I felt like I was a baby being congratulated on hir first word.

So, I'm going to try it one more time.  Here's what it looks like on my phone:

"I'm going to try this one more time.  Maybe, just maybe, it will work."

And here's what it looks like on my blog:

"I'm going to try this one more time. Maybe, just maybe, it will work."

So it works!!  But I can't title the post from my phone, and besides texting's  not as awesome as sitting down in a big comfy chair and typing out a long story about how my life rocks.

I deleted the post that worked, and I'm probably not going to be posting from my phone ever.  That's what Twitter and Facebook mobile are for.  With them, I can type out a nice, small message and it will go into my status.  With this, a nice, small message looks out of place amidst the massive (and AWESOME) blog posts.

So, I'll leave Blogger Mobile alone.  It's just not for me.

Twitter Will Take Over!

I'm going to start this post off by saying "Yes, I have a Twitter."

Yes, I have a Twitter.

For any of you who don't have a Twitter, I'll give you a run down.  You can post status updates and pictures to your page, and anyone who follows you will see them.  And anyone who wants to follow you can follow you, unless you block them.  You can communicate with other Twitter members directly and indirectly.  You can send private (direct) messages to a user, but only if you follow them and they follow you.  You can also tag any user in a post.  For instance:

"@JohnGallagherJr you're the best actor ever!"

Now John Gallagher Jr. will see that I have said something about him in a post.  I'm not sure exactly how this works.  I'll explain later.

Another cool thing about Twitter is you can post updates from your phone in the form of a text message, and also of the people you follow you can choose which updates will be sent to your mobile phone for whatever it costs you to receive a text message.  I like to have them all sent to my phone, because I don't actually go on Twitter very often.  It doesn't tell you which notifications are new, it just gives you a feed (kind of like Facebook's) of all of the recent updates of whom you follow.

See how I blocked out my username? HA.  But that's what it looks like.

Because I get messages to my phone I don't know exactly what happens when you're tagged in a post, because if one of the people I follow says something about me it goes straight to my phone.  Will have to look into this...

Now to the taking-over-the-world-part of this.  On Facebook you can send status updates from your phone, and you can set it so when someone sends you a message or comments on your photo or status or something, you get a notification sent to your phone.  Something like:

"John Gallagher Jr. commented on your photo.  Ha ha ha that's an awesome face! To receive status updates from John Gallagher Jr. reply with 'status'."

...Wait, what?  To receive status updates from...To my phone?  Like Twitter does?  So you're saying that Facebook will send your friends' status updates to your phone in the exact same way Twitter does?  That's weird...

Now I was on my dashboard page (for Blogger) and noticed a link at the very bottom that said "learn how to start mobile blogging".  I didn't look too far into it, but it looks like it's a way for you to blog from your phone!  I don't want to sign up for this service, so I don't know if you can receive updates from the blogs you follow or not, but if you can't, that ability can't be far off!

You know I'm starting to re-think the angle of this post.  Maybe it's not Twitter that's taking over.  Maybe it's cell phones!

That's probably it.

You see people texting ALL OVER THE PLACE.  Even when they're in a REAL LIFE CONVERSATION with someone!  It drives me nuts.

Sorry to bust your balls, Twitter.  It's not your fault.  I blame cell phones, now.

One Mile

I just ran a mile in 9:54.  I ran two miles with my sister once in ish-20 minutes, and I ran some other time with her and I can't remember how long it took.  So basically yeah, I suck.

Actually that's not true.

I'm comparing myself to my friend Ian, who can run a 6-minute mile.  And he plays water-polo.  And anyway both my parents run/know how long a mile should take, and when I came in and said "Nine minutes and fifty-four seconds!" my dad said "That's really good!"

And my dad doesn't lie.

Like, I took a picture of a squirrel, and I developed it myself and I was all proud of it and stuff, and I brought it home and my dad said "Oh", appreciatively, and then he said "the background looks washed out".

So if 9:54 was bad, he would have told me so.

So I'm proud.

I mean, come on, Dad.

Bats And Hamsters—There's A Distinct Difference

In my American Lit class we read a Native American Naming Story about someone who got her name from watching bats. At the end of the story my teacher said "There's always someone in this class who loves bats. Who is it?" So I raised my hand. I like bats. They're pretty cute!

So Judith (my teacher) called on me and said "Alright, explain it to me. What's the appeal?"

I shrugged and said, "they're like hamsters with wings."

Then followed a very long, very awkward silence, after which Judith turned the page in her book, and began to read the next naming story.

But I mean, come on! Bats are TOTALLY just hamsters with wings!

How Do You All Like My New Layout?

I did some editing of my blog, and I think it looks rather good, don't you? The old background was too black and dark and bad and stuff. This one's better.

Well that's all I have to say about my layout, so now I'm going to talk about OTHER STUFF. Like my calf. My left calf, to be precise. It's on the table. Mind you, my foot isn't on the table. Just the calf. It's stretched across the corner of the table and neither my knee nor my foot are touching the table. My other calf is on a chair underneath the table, and half of my foot is shoved through the slats in said chair. Maybe more like a third of my foot. The third containing my toes and the ball of my foot. Also I'm sitting on a chair, and it's at an angle to the table. About a 45° angle, if you care.

Also I have coffee.

If I were to write a book, I'd love to have someone sitting in this position on hirs computer. The problem with that is how in God's name would I ever describe it? I could say "Zie was sitting at hir computer with hir leg up on the corner of the table", and probably people would be able to picture that well enough, but there is no good way to tell about how my right foot is on the chair, and even if there were one, who would care? No one, that's who.

That's my problem with books. I get waaaay too descriptive of stuff, and then I feel really controlling. See I have this image of exactly what I want my story to look like, and I get really depressed when I can't describe it absolutely perfectly.

I have a really bad prologue to a story, in which these three guys are talking about writing a song. I re-read it sometimes and cringe at myself when Jackson sits down on the chair opposite James and puts his feet up on the table between them. Or something. It's really bad.

Remember that post about how I need to get better at reading, and how I can't ever imagine stuff the way the author intended it? Well I guess I just fail at descriptions altogether, because I can't write them for shit, either.

Weak sauce.

Fall

Everyone has favorites.  Here are some of mine:

Color—green
Band—Green Day
Number—19
Food—sushi
Day—Thursday
Activity—Fencing/Rock Climbing
Season—Fall

I love Fall.  Autumn.  September 22 to December 20.  (Wait, really?)

I love Fall so much.  It's the perfect weather for me.  My biggest weather problem is how easily I get hot.  I can't wear jeans if it's over 65° out.  Farenheit.  That's sad, to me, because I love wearing jeans.  Jeans and a t-shirt is my ideal outfit.  If it were cool enough, I would always wear jeans and a t-shirt.  Always.

And I try to stretch it out for as long as I can, too.  I mean, even when it starts snowing, I'll still go to school in jeans and a t-shirt, with a sweatshirt on.  I don't think I start bringing a coat in until a week before Christmas Break.  Same with boots; I wear my Converse for as long as I possibly can.  And even then I only wear my boots while I'm outside, and then change into my Converse (or slippers, because my school's that awesome) as soon as I get to my locker.

But anyway, Fall.  I love it.  I love walking outside when it's chilly and windy.  I love the smells!  I love standing by a tree when the wind's blowing and trying to catch the leaves that fall.  In my sweater.  My fall sweater.

This is a beige sweater that goes down to above my knees and buttons up, with a faux fur collar and cuffs.  It's pretty neat.  My best friend, Lily, has one too.  I associate that sweater with Fall, too.  And Halloween!  I love Halloween!  This year I'm going to be the Black Canary.  And Thanksgiving!  My sister comes home for Thanksgiving (a'course) and we have FOOD and SISTER and ASIANS—wait...

One of the strangest things I associate with Fall is having a cold.  I mean, all last week I was sick with a cold, and I was so excited because it meant FALL!

Even though it's cold out, and often rainy and gloomy, and a sort of depressing sight, I'm always the happiest during Fall.  I just love it.

Best Friends

If you read my post about my FAIL of a Wing-Man, you'll know about how the boy I like calls me his best friend. "Mentally I love you, but I just can't think of you like that."  UGH.

But you know, maybe being his "best friend" won't be so bad.  I mean, this weekend we already have plans to go to a comic book store and we're also going to try to go see Scott Pilgrim again before it comes out on DVD.  We're also going to get together and watch Iron Man II when it comes out on DVD at the end of this month.

I'm pretty excited to be his "best friend" now.  And hey, who knows!  Maybe there is hope yet...

-mysterious music-

Poodles Are Fun Things

First of all, don't ask.

If you did ask, I hate you.

If you still want to know, my friend Erin and I are both going to write a blog post about the same topic, and at the end we'll see what we can come up with.

Now I should probably take this time to say "Erin is the most awesome, cool, fantabulous person ever and you should all totally follow her!"—after all, isn't that what bloggers do?—but she has about five times as many followers as I do. And she has ten followers.

NEVERTHELESS, if you want to follow her, her blog can be found here: .

Now on to this blog. Thing.

Poodles are fun things.

I guess I'm supposed to talk about poodles being fun things, but I don't really love poodles. Don't get me wrong, dogs are awesome, but since I was a child my father has taught me that if all four feet come off the ground when it barks, it's not a dog. It's more of a...rat.

That's funny; calling it a rat is supposed to be an insult, but actually rats are pretty smart. Or so they say. Now I don't know if rats are smarter than, say, golden retrievers, or german shepherds, or czechoslovakian wolfdogs, but I'd bet my golden penny (SCIENCE) that they're smarter than poodles. Fer realz.

(Update: I just glanced over at Erin's screen [didn't read anything, just glanced] and saw that I've written more than her. I can tell because my scroll-bar is shorter than hers. Mine takes up about half the space available to scroll bars, hers takes up about two thirds.)

I feel a little bad now, because I just realized that four of my neighbors' five dogs have been poodles. (Okay, 3 out of 4 if you don't count their daughter's dog). Anyway, There was O'Mally, Kozmo, Lizzie, and one I don't remember. O'Mally and the other one died when I was like...Six. Or something. I can remember O'Mally biting me on the nose one time, so I must have been older than 3 or 4. (Fun fact, you don't develop a memory until you're 3 or 4). Kozmo died recently, and it was really sad. By the end of his life he had gone blind and deaf, and could hardly walk. One of the saddest things that has ever happened to me was when I was petting him one day, and even though he was always really mean and nasty and bity and awful, he was wagging his tail. I almost cried.

Wait, but that's not fun. I need to talk about FUN! Poodles are FUN!

My neighbors' daughter, Kelly, has a poodle Lizzy. She's fun. My other neighbors, the Fentrises, have a poodle, Amy. Amy's fun. She's BIG, though. I remember my sister telling me a story about Amy.

Once, she and my dad were playing basketball, and the ball went over the fence and into the Fentrises' yard. He told her to just jump the fence and go get it, so she did. Now I think they had just gotten the dog at this point, and my sister was definitely smaller than she is now, and a big dog like Amy was most likely a terrifying sight to behold. I can't remember if my sister said she was actually scared of dogs, or if it was just that Amy was so much bigger than her.

Anyway, my dad decided it would be funny to yell "Nicole, the Fentrises' dog!" and point frantically behind her. This was not so funny to my sister, because apparently she ran as fast as she could toward the fence, throwing the ball to our dad before hopping the fence herself, completely ignoring the door in the fence.

My dad, of course, was joking.

That's fun. That makes poodles fun things, right?

...Right?

Well Erin finished typing a while ago, so I think I should stop, too. She's on my blog now, reading all my others, no doubt waiting for me to click "publish post". Well fine then! Are you happy, Erin?

(Note: Every [EVERY] time I tried to type "Erin" in this post, I first mis-typed it as "Eric". Juuust so you know.)

Choose Your Wing-Man Wisely

So there's this boy. I really like him, needless to say. I mean, he's absolutely perfect for me. Seriously! He's an actor, which is always a plus! And he's genuinely nice to me, and I always find him funny, and I think he's cute and he says I'm pretty and...-sigh-.

Okay bat, sound god. (Inside joke)

My friend was going to be my wing-man, and our goal was that by the end of the night he would at least like me. A little.

But things went HORRIBLY wrong, and now he likes her and my whole world is CRUMBLING to the GROUND!! I mean, he said to me "you're, like, my best friend!"

Okay, so maybe my whole world's not absolutely crumbling to the ground. Not really. But it was still sad.

Being Sick Sucks

You know what sucks? Being sick.

You know what sucks more? Being sick for more than three days.

You know what sucks the MOST? Being sick for SIX days, and counting!

...

You know what's awesome? Getting 32/32 on my Latin quiz, and 15/15 on the extra credit portion.

Chai Latte

Ingredients:

- 3 whole cloves
- 3 whole black peppercorns
- 1 tea bag (I use Chai, but any kind will work)
- 4 tsp sugar
- 1 3" cinnamon stick
- 1 cup of water
- 1 cup of milk

Heat the water up on the stove. When the water's warm (doesn't have to be boiling) add the cloves, peppercorns, tea bag, cinnamon stick and sugar. Stir it together and let it steep until the tea is the color you want. Strain the spices (and tea bag) out and add the milk. Heat it up to the temperature you want and enjoy!

Halloween Woes

Every year I try to come up with a really cool Halloween costume. I always want it to be perfect. This year, my friend is getting a bunch of people together to do a Justice League themed group. He's the Green Arrow, I'm the Black Canary (apparently they're married—I'm not going to get into my excitement about that part). Essentially the costume I'm putting together is going to be biker shorts and a black tank top, or combine those two into a leotard of some kind. On top of that I'll have a black jacket, black boots, and fishnet tights. I'll probably be adding nylons under the tights for warmth's sake.

At the beginning of this quest for a costume, I only had the tights and nylons. Today I bought a black trench-coat that I'll be shortening, and I found a pair of boots online. Here's where it gets annoying. Really this whole post could have been shortened into my complaints about online shipments and customer service representatives, but I wanted to tell you all WHY I want these boots so much. So I need them for Halloween.

Now, I was trying to place the order today. I put in all the information and hit "submit" and the page was trying to load. I sat there for like five minutes and the page hadn't done anything. I quit out of the server and tried again, and the same thing happened—it just sat there trying to load the next page. I let it sit for a while and made myself a chai latte (recipe to follow). Eventually the page loaded, but instead of taking me to the order confirmation page, it said something like "Your order number XXXXXXXX has already been received." I went to my account page and looked at my order history, and the order hadn't shown up. Grr. I called customer service and refreshed the page and the order showed up, but the number wasn't a clickable link, like it usually is.

I waited on hold for customer service for a really long time. They played "Ignorance" by Paramore so many times I think I have all the words memorized. Anyway, while I was waiting I refreshed the page, and another order showed up. When the service representative finally came on, she told me they were the exact same order received twice. I asked her to cancel one of them, and she said "I'm thorry, I can't canthel either of those orderth right now, becauthe the order identification number hath not shown up yet. That meanth the orderth are not in our thythtem yet. They should be in within the hour, and when they are I can give you a call back and we can canthel one of the orderth then." An hour. Fuck you, an hour.

I don't even know how long it's been, but I've been checking my order status and they haven't turned into clickable links yet (when they're links that means they've been processed and the lady will be able to cancel one of them).

I'm really frustrated right now, because I can't really start on any kind of project right now (like making a duct-tape messenger bag, or brewing some cream soda) because I'll have to stop whatever I'm doing and just let it sit there while I talk to the lady. I can't just leave the Cream Soda sitting there if I get into the bottling process, because everything has to be sterilized. I could start making a duct-tape messenger bag, but I don't have the duct-tape right now, so I'd have to go out and buy that, and I want to be home when she calls.

I don't want to get up and go to the bathroom either, because if she calls and I'm in the bathroom...I'm done thinking about that.

Basically I have to just sit here and talk about random things that I think people will find interesting.

You probably don't care. Unless you've made it this far through my post! In that case, I'm proud of you!

Now I'm going to go post a recipe for a chai latte. Read that one if you want, also!

I Need To Learn How To Read

Sometimes when I'm reading a book, the descriptions are lost on me. Sometimes I miss them entirely and I create new descriptions. That happened to me when I was reading Harry Potter for the first time (I think I've only read the first and last three). When I read the first three my reading skills were still developing, and I couldn't really process information. I'm pretty sure Harry was blond in my first mental image of him.

Sometimes I ignore the descriptions on purpose. Captain Holly Short will never have a crew cut. Never. Whenever I imagine her with a crew cut, her awesomeness level drops a little. And I don't know about you, but I find it hard to imagine Butler being 50+ years old, even though the book mentions it every twelve seconds. He's always going to be mid-30's to me.

And am I the only one who finds those white fruits with red insides freaky? The juice is described as warm and soft, and maybe sweet. Warm and soft definitely sound like human flesh adjectives, and after that, sweet just makes it terrifying. The faeries are EATING humans. But you know, I wouldn't put it past the Unseelie court.

I think every book should be published with a list of characters and their descriptions—and maybe even an artist's rendition—in the back of the book. It would make my life a whole lot easier.

On that note, I'm way excited for the Artemis Fowl movie, but I'm also not looking forward to it because then I'm going to have to see 50+ Butler and Crew-Cut Holly. And Mulch Diggum. I'm really not looking forward to Mulch.

The Tearing Up Pieces Of Paper Game

There is a game I like to play, called The Tearing Up Pieces of Paper Game. My uncle gave it a different name. It was some kind of combination of Taboo, Charades, and Buzz Word. I think. I'm not sure about Buzz Word, maybe that and Taboo are the same thing. Anyway, the game originally has three rounds (but more can be added). First, every player tears up a few pieces of paper and writes words down on them. Usually every player gets five words each or so, depending on how long you want the game to be.

ROUND ONE: Taboo

A player has one minute to describe the word or phrase he/she pulled out of the hat. Simple as that. Score is kept on the number of words each team guessed. (There can be any number of teams, any size). A round ends when all the words are gone.

ROUND TWO: Charades

All the words go back in, and the players take turns acting out the words in the hat. Score, etc.

ROUND THREE: Single Word Association

A player can only say one word—ONE WORD—to make their team-mates guess the word on the paper.

ALTERNATIVE ROUNDS:

Pictionary

...That's all I can think of.

XD If you have any questions or anything, you can like comment and I'll try to answer you :)