I'll just pretend I didn't see that...

So, although hipsters roll their eyes at me when I tell them, I am indeed a member of HT +1, Hot Topic's rewards club. It doesn't really do too much for me, actually. It used to be that whenever you earned 30,000 points you get 15% off your next purchase, but now that purchase has to be made within the next 30 days, or it expires, and I don't shop there often enough for that to be useful. Really the only thing that I get out of it is an email sometimes, notifying me of a sale that only members will have access to for the first two days, or something.

Well, back to that 15% off thing. I just got an email that looked like this:


My first reaction was "wow, cool, they must have given me 15% off for Christmas, or something". Then my phone rang. It was my mom, telling me she was on the way home from the mall.

It didn't take long for me to put two and two together. I know there's a Hot Topic in the mall, and I have a few items from Hot Topic on my Christmas list.

I quickly deleted the email, but now I'm curious.

If I log onto Hot Topic, will it tell me what I bought to earn me the 15% off? Just thinking about that makes me so tempted to check.

Maybe I'll just change my password to ain;fbaev;iua. Then I'll never be able to log in again.

Or at least not until I call customer services (after Christmas) and explain to them the situation. But I'm afraid I'll get laughed at if I do that... I guess I'm just going to have to practice some self-restraint for six days...

Dark Matter Is Blowing My Mind!

I'm doing this Physics project where I research an astrological topic and then make a Wiki about it. Well my partner and I chose Dark Matter.

Oops.

Let's see if I can explain.

First, we can tell that galaxies are moving because of something called the Doppler Shift. When light moves toward you, it turns blue (because the light waves scrunch together). When light moves away from you, it turns red (because the light waves stretch out). How much the color shift to red or to blue can tell us how fast the light is moving.

When we look at galaxies, one side is blue and the other is red. That is how we know that galaxies rotate. But when we look closer, we notice something weird. The galaxies appear to be moving much faster than they should be able to given their perceived mass. See, the individual stars are moving so fast that they should be ripping the galaxy apart because they're so light.

But that's not happening.

Right now, the best explanation we have is dark matter. There's something surrounding these galaxies.

Something heavy.

Something invisible.

Something that allows them to move four hundred times faster than they should move on their own.

I don't think I'm going to fall asleep tonight.

Bored.

Let's see how many times I can type "bored" in the next ten minutes.

Bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored bored man I am so bored of typing bored.

Ha ha the teacher is yelling at two other students for not paying attention. And she's not even looking at me. Bahaha. She loves me.

Bored. Bored. Bored. Bored. Bored. Bored.

Wow.

Why would frozen dinners be appealing to feminist housewives? "Here, since you don't agree with staying home all day and cooking, here's an easier way for you to cook!"

Like, what? No thanks, I'm'a go save the world kthxbye.

I can't even pay attention to this video anymore.

Life Lesson:

Grandpa: Do you know why Americans are so fat?

Cousin: Because food is so available. We can go to McDonald's and get something crappy to eat for a dollar and—

Grandpa: It's because no one bothers to put their shopping carts back in the cart corral.

boredboredboredboredboredboredboredboredboredbored

Gaaaawd, I hate it when people are all "No families ever sit down and eat dinner together anymore." I'm like "STFU, I eat dinner with my family every night."

Also, we cook REAL food. I think the only time I eat at Wendy's is when I happen to be out shopping or something with my dad and we're hungry and too busy to go home for lunch. We get a burger at Wendy's. And after we eat it we both swear we're not going to touch fast food again for a LOOOONG time, because we just feel sick. Bleh fast food is GROSS.

Bored.

"454545" said Ian.

He's bored, too.

How many of my five followers are still reading this? You, Nicole? I know you're not. You're just going to scroll to the bottom and comment "Wow you are so funny look at me commenting on your blog and upping your popularity! You should do the same for MYYYYY BLOG!" Well, post more, Nicole!

Oh, show's over. Bye!

Morph Hamsterball

There's this video game out there called Metroid Prime. I don't know how popular it is, so if none of you have heard of it, I'm sorry. On the other hand if everyone's heard of it, cool! I'm trying not to sound too hipster right now.

"There's this great game but you've probably never heard of it. It's called Metroid Prime. But the original game was way better than 'The Original'." I'm just making that up.

Anyway.

From what I've seen of the game it's pretty cool. I myself am awful at video games. I've only ever finished Aladdin's Math Quest.

My point is, I've only seen a little bit of Metroid Prime actually played out. From that little bit I've gathered that you're this badass chick named Samus who's got to go around shooting aliens with her arm-that's-actually-a-gun oh also PS your arm-gun can unlock some doors oh also PPS you're a contortionist.

Yeah...

You've got the super duper outer space suit that's got all kinds of visors and guns and it even lets you squeeze your whole body into this tiny little ball.

I estimated the scale here, but this is about how it looks in the game.

That's called the Morph Ball. It's somehow got Samus inside of it, and it can roll around and it can change direction and stop and basically looks like a little gold hamsterball.

Which brings me to my next point!

I really really really want to paint my hamsterball like the Morph Ball and put Bernadette inside of it and then laugh.

I do.

What Do I Do With $40?

I could save it, get $30 more, and bleach my hair again...

Con, it almost always looks dumb at first:

Pro: You're irresistible when it grows out:

...Um...

Or I could buy some colored contacts. Blue or green.

So actually this whole post was an excuse to play with Photoshop.

PS Those contacts last about two weeks... So...

Hipsters Aren't All Bad!!

I just read a very seething blog post about how much the author hates hipsters. (Here, if you want to read it: The Irony of the Ironic: Hipsters Don't Understand Irony)

I didn't want to post a comment, because then I'd end up in a troll war and ugh, I hate the internet... But I now feel like sharing my opinion.

Which is this:

Hipsters search out media that most people have not heard of.

That's it. They're kind of like dumpster divers, only with music, books, and movies.

A lot of people would go on to say that, once they find this obscure band/author/director they insist that he/she is the greatest at his/her craft, and anyone who thinks otherwise is dumb.

Granted, SOME hipsters take it to that extent:

"You like Green Day? You're such a corporate tool."

"The Beatles didn't re-define music NEARLY as much as the Pixies did."

"Oh 'Fall Out Boy'." (Yes, he made quotation marks with his fingers.)

"Oh 'The Offspring'." (Yes, it was the same guy, and yes, he did the fingers thing again.)

But I've got my own personal hipster who's basically the coolest guy I've ever met.

I juggles, he unicycles, he break-dances, his glasses have one square lens and one circular one, he wears mismatched arm warmers, knee-high socks, and kicks, and he slack-lines (like tightrope walking, only for hipsters).

So, my point, try to avoid hating hipsters—or really anything—categorically, because there's almost always an exception to the rule.

Grading Scale

My report card for the semester just came in. It always entertains me, coming from a relatively successful family, to notice the grading scale on the bottom of the page. It looks like this:

A - Excellent

B - Above Average

C - Average

D - Below Average

E - Faliure

I guess the reason I find this so entertaining is that I look at a C as a "Failure". Here's my parents' grading scale:

A - What You Should Be Getting

B - Mostly What You Are Getting

C - Failure

D - Their Computer Must Be Broken

E - Don't Even Look At Me You Unworthy Child

As a mostly A-B range student, I'm TERRIFIED of getting anything below a solid B. B- is too close to C, which would earn me The Stern Look, and the "Don't You Want To Get In To Northwestern?" speech. The answer is yes, I do, and the reason this speech became one of my mom's weapons is because my councilor, John, outright told me that, because of my GPA (about 3.5, 3.6) it's an unreasonable goal to try to get in to Northwestern. When my mom heard that, her reaction was basically "challenge accepted!"...

He's not actually a bad councilor...He's just...depressing.

For the record, I only have one B this semester, and the rest are some variation of the letter A. In case you care.

The point of this post is to put it on record, right now, that I am going to get straight A's next year and I am GOING to get in to Northwestern, damn it!

So, John, challenge accepted!

A New Experiment, Also Chicago, Also The Red Sox

I'm doing an experiment called "see how long it takes for my keyboard to stop working again". Currently my keyboard is just randomly working. (Last summer I spilled root beer on my computer, and at some point in the middle of this school year it stopped working. It was quite sad.) I've had a desktop keyboard plugged into my laptop (making it quite un-portable) but the keyboard was shoved to the side so I could watch some videos, and I hit Apple-W on the laptop keyboard because it was available (even though I knew it shouldn't work) and SURPRISE it worked!

I know that was a really confusing paragraph, but the point is my keyboard has been broken and now it is not anymore. For the time being.

The keys that were broken, for your interest, were q, w, e, r, t, y, u, i, and o. every letter in the top row except p. "tab" worked, as well as the brackets and the backslash. It was just those nine letters that were failing.

Anyway, now I'm wondering how long it will last. This keyboard is a lot more easy to use than the desktop keyboard (the desktop keyboard is BIG and CLUNKY, and the laptop keyboard is sleek and elegant) and I'm hoping that the reversal is permanent.

Or at least semi-permanent enough to make it through July so I can bring my computer to Chicago with me without having to carry around a big clunky ugly fail keyboard.

(Hey did I tell you guys I'm going to Chicago this summer? I got into a film program and I will be acting ON CAMERA for a whole month! In Chicago(Evanston) Illinois!)

Hopefully I will be able to either get a new computer (unlikely) or get a more sleek, wireless keyboard to carry around instead of the BIG, UGLY, CLUNKY one I have now.

So there's that.

Also, I love the Red Sox. They are "my team". I had a dream that they traded Dustin Pedroia (my favorite player) to the Yankees (RIVALS). In my dream the Sox and Yanks were playing a game in my home town (neither Boston nor New York, so I don't know why that...dream logic, don't question it.) I had made a sign that says "I don't root for the Red Sox or the Yankees. Go Dustin!" and somehow Dustin Pedroia saw it all the way from home plate when he was at bat and he was like "dude, chick" and Wakefield was pitching and he was like, "dude, chick" too because even though now Dustin's playing for the Yanks he and all of the Sox are still the bestest of friends.

(My keyboard's starting to fail a little, ohs nos.)

So anyway after the game Dustin came up to me and he was like "hey, you're that chick" and I was like "In dreams I am unimaginably clever and everyone always loves me" and he was all "wow you're so clever!" It was actually pretty great.

Anyway, I think that dream may have come from when I asked my sister "What would you do if the Red Sox traded Jacoby Ellsbury (her favorite player) to the Yankees?" and she said "It would be so heartbreaking, but I would root for the Red Sox until Jacoby was up at bat, and I would probably cheer if he made a good play or something".

Now I'm rambling. I meant to simply introduce my love of the Red Sox and then move on, but I got stuck in the memory of my dream and there is no excuse for my behavior!

Anyway, the Red Sox are going to be playing the Chicago White Sox July 29, 30, and 31, and my film program ends July 29 (at night) so MAYBE we'll get to see my favorite team in my favorite town the day after I finish my summer program on acting, my favorite thing!

...I'm crazy.

We're done now.

Boyfriend, Playlist, and Shampoo

Have you ever played the game where you try to come up with three things you could buy at a store to confuse the checkout clerk? If a boyfriend and a playlist were things one could buy, I think I would win. Though in a world where one can buy a boyfriend at a store, it may also be possible to buy a T-Rex, and then I would probably loose to whoever comes up with that, 100 Christmas Tree lights, and an Osama Bin Laden plushie.

Was that intro entertaining enough to distract you from the fact that I haven't posted in forever? No? Then I must apologize for not having posted in forever.

Sorry it’s been forever since I posted. It’s sort of the same thing that happened to me when I lost the role in Romeo and Juliet, except instead of the role it’s Boyfriend, and instead of the play, it’s life. Basically I decided not to post for a while and wait until I’m not liable to go into a flaming internet-rage at Ex (damn it, I told Megan not to call him “Ex” for fear it would catch) and end up upsetting several people in the process… And now I’ve got a crush on the boy who ended up STEALING MY ROLE (and doing a better job than I ever could have, meep) so there’s that.

Tangent over. Anyway…

So instead of blogging for a month or so I made a “Breakup Playlist” and listened to it for a while. Then the show we were in together ended so I haven’t seen him for almost a week. I think I’ve cooled down enough to make a post without fear of slipping into Ex-Girlfriend RAGE Mode.

Here’s my Breakup Playlist:

• Learning To Fall — Boys Like Girls

• You Won’t See Me — The Beatles

• As Your Ghost Takes Flight — Saves The Day

• Everything We Had — The Academy Is…

• Heads Up, Hearts Down — I Fight Dragons

• Love Love, Kiss Kiss — Alkaline Trio

• You’re So Vain — Carly Simon

• The Old Apartment — Barenaked Ladies

• Not I — I Fight Dragons

• The Middle — Jimmy Eat World

• Give It Up — I Fight Dragons

• Blind — Ke$ha

• Too Much Too Soon — Green Day

• The Process — I Fight Dragons

• Let It Be — The Beatles

• Go Home — Barenaked Ladies

• Good Riddance — Green Day

I actually just spent kind of a while fixing the playlist. There weren’t enough songs, and they weren’t really in a great order, and etcetera… I’m pretty proud of it now. It’s supposed to go from negative, sad, whiney songs to positive, get-over-yourself songs. The placement of “Blind” is questionable, but ultimately it’s a “positive” song. Also I really needed more than one song between Give It Up and The Process, because they’re by the same person. Also don’t pay too much attention when you listen to The Middle and Give It Up one right after the other, because they’re BASICALLY the same thing… So there’s that…

Now it’s time for part three!

(Part one being the boyfriend and part two being the playlist)

Part two is about this new shampoo/conditioner pair I found by Herbal Essences. The company’s pretty good, and recently I’ve been using their “color treated” formula because I went blond. Well I bought a new formula, partially because I was bored of the color treated formula, and partially because the new one is in a purple bottle. Like, hot purple.

It looks like grape soda!!

So I saw the bottle and was immediately drawn to its color like a fly to a decomposing body. It’s called “Tousle Me Softly”, for a “tousled look”. It also smells good.

I didn’t actually buy it because I wanted to achieve a “tousled look”, but that night when I got home and took a shower, my hair was noticeably different. It’s like, the shampoo and conditioner actually do what they’re supposed to! They don’t just clean your hair and make you smell pretty.

The shampoo sort of…almost tangled my hair. Both the shampoo and conditioner seem to dry my hair more than other shampoos and conditioners. The conditioner even almost leaves a sticky feel when it washes out.

So I guess all of this seems very unappealing in my description... Well, here's a picture of me before I started using the "tousled look" formula:

And here's a picture of after:

I guess you can't really tell the difference, but trust me, it’s awesome. My hair is just...more dry and separated now. It's really, really nice. I love it so very much, and as long as my hair is short I will never use any other shampoo or conditioner ever.

Profile Question and also Rhinoceros

Profile Question

On the "edit profile" page of this site, one can answer a random question to appear on his or her profile. I was changing the random question so quickly that I accidentally skipped over a very controversial question to which I have quite a strong opinion. I spent about a half hour refreshing the page, trying to get that question back, but to no avail.

So I decided to make a post to answer that question. The question is as follows:

"Do you believe forks evolved from spoons?"

NO! YOU IDIOTS!

It's the other way about (probably).

See, the first humans ate MEAT (probably), not soup (probably). Therefore they would have (probably) developed the fork first, or at least a fork-like object. After that, they would have (probably) realized, "Hey, we can (probably) make this more solid and scoopey and eat soup!"

At least that (probably) makes more sense than spoon—>fork does...

Rhinoceros

Sorry I said "It's the other way about" earlier in this post. I'm doing a show called Rhinoceros by Eugine Ionesco, and that line is in the play, and so now it's in my mind.

My Birthday, NOT the "Royal Wedding"

I thought I'd share with you a few of my most recent Twitter posts:

Guys, you do realize that the British royalty are the ones who made us Americans? Stop fangirling over the prince and his wedding.

Wait wait wait, Friday? Those losers are getting married on FRIDAY!? They're stealing my birthday!

Okay, fair warning, if anyone says "your birthday's on the same day as the Royal Wedding", I will slap you.

GOD DAMN IT, the wedding's on the same day as my birthday, not the other way around!

It was my birthday before it was your anniversary Willy, just you remember that.

AND IF ANYBODY sings the Friday song on my birthday, I will slap you SEVEN TIMES! One for each day of the week! Fair warning.

I can remember all the days in the week, even if Rebecca Black can't.

Why did those loser Brits have to steal my birthday... :(

But seriously Willy, congrats. God save the president.

The Woes of Pantyhose

It is my opinion as of Sunday, April 23rd, 2011, that there are only two excuses for pantyhose. (Don't hold me to that in a few years; my opinions have been known to change. I used to firmly believe that there was never any excuse for leggings to be worn as pants, but I am now the proud owner of two pairs of "Jeggings", one of which I am wearing right now.)

Anyway, as of right now, I believe there are only two reasons to wear pantyhose. They are as follows:

1. Theater

I never wore pantyhose EVER before I started high school theater and it became a requirement for every girl to wear pantyhose. (Not sure why that is).

2. Church/Parties

I lump the two together because both usually require you to look good in someone else's house.

Other than those two instances, I can't think of any other example of me wearing pantyhose.

Let's go back to No. 1 for a moment. Theater. Seeing as I never wore pantyhose before I started theater, I never owned any. When I did my first show, my mom and I went out and bought two pairs of pantyhose. They were both ripped and unusable by the time the show ended, so when the next show came around I had to go out and buy two more pairs. This became a sort of tradition for me. When dress rehearsals came around, my mom and I went out and bought two pairs of pantyhose.

Somehow my two pairs from Little Shop came out relatively unscathed, and the same with my two pairs from Pride and Prejudice at the end of last year. I didn't need any for Romeo and Juliet since I was playing a boy, and we haven't gotten into dress rehearsals for Rhinoceros yet, so I haven't had to use them since Little Shop.

Now, on a stage one can usually get away with having one or two tears in a pair of pantyhose, but in church it's not quite so simple. People are closer, and they will JUDGE those tears. So you really need to have either a brand new pair, or a pair that you have kept in such good shape that they are immaculate anyway.

Well it's Easter today, which requires church-going.

My family doesn't go to church as often as we should. Maybe if we went more or less every week I'd have more good pairs of pantyhose.

But we don't.

And I don't.

Out of my four leftover pairs, none of them are immaculate.

I pulled them out of my drawer one at a time and examined each for holes. The first three had small tears on the legs which would be fine for the stage, but, again, not for church.

Finally, the last pair I pulled out looked pretty good, except for a bit of wear at the toes. But really no one was going to be looking at my toes.

But you're not just standing or walking around at church, as you would be at a party. At church you sit down, kneel down, sit up, stand up, sit, stand, sit, stand, kneel, sit, kneel, stand, etc. For over an hour.

Pantyhose aren't very strong. It's amazing how fast they can grow a rip. After an hour, the little tear that was at my toe at the beginning of church had grown all the way up to my knee by the end.

FFFFFFF!!

I have now retired yet another pair of pantyhose.

At least Jeggings don't tear.

PIXIES

So last night Eli and I went to see the Pixies. Since obviously everyone knows who the Pixies are, I don't have to talk about how awesome the concert was. All I really have to say (other than "it was awesome") is that I got a shirt:

But you probably don't all know about Imaginary Cities. They're the band who opened for the Pixies last night, and they were REALLY awesome. They're also new—I think they said they were 8 months old—which is impressive.

I tried to hide a link in that image, but it didn't work, so I'm going to hide it in the word "here" instead. You'll never find it! It's such a good hiding job.

Anyway, you should check them out, because they are basically the most awesome ever. Yeah.

Friar Lawrence

As you know, we're doing Romeo and Juliet. We've got some potted plants in Friar Lawrence's greenhouse. They're just rectangular boxes that sit on the edges of the stage. Most of them are just like, normal plants, but one of them is pretty awesome.

If you don't get it I'm not explaining it to you.

Also, hey look!

Math

I love my math class. Well, no. I love several of the people in my math class. I sit with Molly, Libby, and Nathanael, and we basically do nothing the entire time and still it's awesome.

There's also the girl Hannah who sits two to the left of Nathanael. She's one of those really smart but also really nice people. She's a G.

So there are some pretty great people in my math class, but that's not what this post is about. It's really about my math notes. I just wanted to show you guys how I take notes in math class.

Up at the top there is my math teacher saying "Mean, Median, and Mode: Measures of Center".  I don't know when we decided he's an owl, but he is. My earlier pictures of him make him look like a chicken, until today when I literally googled "OoT Owl" and drew Kaepora Gaebora's eyebrows.

The last bubble there goes with the next picture:

This is still Mo the Owl talking about math stuff. He's teaching us about Expected Outcome. Then there at the bottom, with the Box and Whiskers plot, is Dr. Horrible. I just decided it was time for Dr. Horrible to teach me something.

I was always so confused about the box and whiskers plots, because why are the whiskers so lopsided? They should be called sticks, or like, uneven lines. Don't try to be creative about it if it's not even going to be accurate.

So I took this picture demonstrating what a cat with whiskers like that would look like:

Those are my lopsided whiskers.

Anyway, here's the last page of notes, where Mo teaches us about Standard Deviation:

Mo: Standard Deviation—a standard to express how far from the norm (mean) you (your data) really are!

Dr. H: 6,8,7,5,10,6,9,8,4
Mean (xbar) = 7
x-xbar (Each value minus xbar (7)).
-1, 1, 0, -2, 3, -1, 2, 1, -3

Mo: Now square them!

Me: Really, Mo?

Mo: 1, 1, 0, 4, 9, 1, 4, 1, 9

Dr. H: Add them up and divide by # of No.'s.
30/9 = 3.333... = sigma squared = Variance = WE'RE STILL NOT DONE.
sigma = standard deviation.

So those are my notes. Aren't they fabulous?

In other news, look at how much of a total lesbian I am today:

The Difference

Here's the difference between waking up on time and knowing you'll be able to get out of the house when you have to, and waking up about fifty minutes late and knowing it's a lost cause:

When you wake up on time, you go though your routine as normal.

6:00

Wake up, make my way to the bathroom. Stick my head under the sink for about five minutes. Wash face. Blow-dry hair, style. Do makeup. Brush teeth. Etc.

6:20

Head back to my room. Get dressed. Gather together anything from my room that I want for school; books etc.

6:30

Breakfast. Start Cream of Wheat, make coffee. Cream of Wheat is ready at 6:40. Eat.

6:50

Check facebook, etc. Gather all of school things into bag.

7:00

Start car (in the winter) to let it warm up. Grab a bag of Goldfish for a snack.

7:10

Leave.

Now, one would think that when I wake up fifty minutes late, this schedule would transpose itself perfectly, adding fifty minutes to each scheduled time. Right?

Wrong.

Since I woke up fifty minutes late, my body knows for sure it's not going to make it out the door at 7:10. Therefore it just takes the time it needs to do whatever it needs to do.

Why then, does my schedule look like this?

6:50

Wake up, get to bathroom, stick head in tub (it's faster than the sink), blow-dry hair, don't bother with makeup.

7:00

Change pants, don't bother changing shirt I slept in.

7:05

Start coffee. Start breakfast. Cream of Wheat. Take off heat early because I can stand it being a little more soupy as long as there's enough sugar in it.

7:10

Eat

7:20

Coffee in mug, I can deal with having no Goldfish today, leave.

I woke up fifty minutes late, and left ten minutes late.

Seeing as I usually have about fifteen minutes to spare when I get in to school in the morning, I should get in five minutes early for class.

Except I got stuck in traffic.

And ended up getting in fifteen minutes late.

So that means I got in thirty minutes later than usual because I woke up fifty minutes late and left ten minutes late.

...Math...?

Good Day So Far

I started out this day with a nice bowl of Cream of Wheat eaten with my left hand (just because I felt like it) while I checked Facebook.

My sister drove me in so I didn't have to wear a coat.

I was able to leave math early—because I kick ass at probabilities—and go across the street to Sweetwaters. I got hot chocolate and finished my Science homework

But really the best part of my day so far was at the beginning of math, when that girl Hannah said "Etsie, your shirts are always so cute!"

Now, I don't usually think that my shirts are particularly cute, but the last time I was in math class with her I was wearing a corset my friend Lizzie made me two-ish years ago, and she said that that one was cute, too. So really it's not that my shirts are always so cute, it's just that the last two shirts she has happened to see me wearing are cute.

Also she likes my earrings.

Remember those?

So yeah, good day so far.

MYSTERY!!

So, my mom ordered some prints of pictures of Little Shop, taken on the final dress rehearsal. They're all pretty spectacular. Especially this one:

We're holding hands and my makeup looks AWESOME. So I've got the bruise still, but whatever. And okay, he's wearing that dorky hat, but at least he only wears it in one scene.

Wait... Hold on... He wears that hat to kill Orin, literally for ONE SCENE, then it falls off his head and he never wears it again. And I'm not in the scene that he's killing Orin in.

Maybe he wore that hat in a scene or two before Orin died, but why am I holding hands with him if Orin's not dead yet? That doesn't make any sense.

And another thing! I'm only wearing that outfit up until just before Somewhere That's Green. Proof—here's me doing Somewhere That's Green:

And here are the only other two pictures of me in that outfit; both from before Somewhere That's Green:

AND ANOTHER THING!

That bruise! Here's the first picture I have from act two:

The bruise is gone. So that means this picture has to be from before act two, but also after Orin dies. Or rather, during the scene in which he dies.

Here's the conversation Eli and I had about the picture:

Aliens. It's the only logical explanation. Aliens.

Sweetwaters/People-Watching

I'm in Sweetwaters now.

Something smells like cigarettes. I think it's the guy with the nose-ring sitting next to me.

There aren't very many people here, so it's hard to people-watch...

Nose-Ring Guy left. I no longer smell cigarettes. Logical conclusion: Nose-Ring Guy was the source of the smell.

I need something better than this to do.

Time to relate to you the events of rehearsal today.

We spent the first half hour sitting around, waiting for Quinn to finish making the poster. The next hour was spent like this:

Quinn came in and said that I was going to be using my video phone (Balthasar has a video phone, a'course) to call Romeo in Mantua. I think we determined that I would have a video phone and Romeo would be on his computer. I think somehow we determined that it would be awesome if we could just put me on Skype, or something. I don't remember exactly how that happened, but then we spent maybe 45 minutes going through first iChat, then Skype, then iChat again, then iMovie, then something called ooVoo trying to figure out a way to get both my face and Romeo's face on the screen the same size. (We would be projecting from someone's computer.)

We downloaded a free trial of ooVoo and we're going to be using that. The problem with that is there is this annoying ad bar at the bottom of the screen that we want to get rid of. My assignment is to figure out how much it costs.

HERE'S WHAT I FOUND:

It's something like $10 monthly to be rid of the ads. Only one person would have to buy the ooVoo Plus ($10) plan, because we're only projecting from one computer. That sounds like a good plan to me.

The other option is pay-per-use $0.10. But it looks like that's just like... Adding a third person? I can't tell if that gets rid of ads or not. It'd be really useful if it would TELL ME this... Maybe it's like, if one person pays $0.10 that person doesn't have to look at the ads for one minute? I really don't know. This is ridiculous.

Anyway, that's my research. Done.

My next job is to find out if the two ethernet plugs in the theater work at the same time. There's really no reason they shouldn't, except that one of them is marked "phone" and one of them is marked "internet". So that's strange.

I mean, to get internet you plug into the phone jack, right guys?

...Right?

Alright, I'll look into that more later.

Moving on to a completely new topic now.

Emilie Autumn is doing a show in Pontiac. She's got one VIP ticket left. No one's going to buy it any time soon because her Michigan fan base can be counted on your hands and feet. And there were 35 VIP tickets available. Everyone who wants one already has one. Except for me. >:(

Well there's one available again, because she got sick and had to move the show, and someone who bought a ticket isn't able to make the new date, so the ticket went back on sale.

The biggest reason I want to go is Captain Maggot. She's part of the back up band, The Bloody Crumpets.

I've got two words for you. Fire. Hula-hoop.

Also, four more. LOOK AT HER FACE!

The concert is Wednesday, March 16th.

The ticket is $75 and I WANT IT. I have a ride, I have the money to get it, I have the DESIRE to go. I also HAD the time, except our director is thinking of getting rid of our first weekend of performances and adding a Thursday show on the 17th, making the 16th our final dress rehearsal. Right now the schedule says we've got nothing between the 13th and the 18th.

Our change in shows is not official yet, and I told Quinn that the only thing standing between me and Captain Maggot is him, but he didn't seem too remorseful.

I know there's basically no chance I'll get to go. I asked my parents, I talked to Quinn, I talked to other authoritative figures involved with our show, I've done everything... It seems like there's no way to prevent the show change.

Still, I'm hanging on. I want to see this show so badly. I want to see the show and meet Captain Maggot and see her flaming hula-hoop and I want to try a cup of the Asylum Tea and I want a signed painting of the Plague Rat and and AND—!

So I'm hanging on. I want to go. I really really really want to go.

But hey, it looks like she goes on tour, like, every year. So I guess I'll just have to wait...

-SIGH-

Heads Up

So.

My dad took to work today the car that I usually drive, because his car doesn't have 4x4. Great, fine, good, but I have rehearsal at 12.

ASDF.

So my mom has to drive me to rehearsal, and then I have to just hang out in Sweetwaters. Until she can get me. Wheeeeefun.

So I've decided I'm going to write a blog about my experience. It could be interesting, it could be stupid.

It most likely will include people watching. But it won't be as interesting as that time a guy started rolling a cigarette right there in the coffee shop.

Seriously, he just pulled out a cigarette and started rolling it.

So this afternoon—after 2—look for my next post.

Chat Transcrips Part II: Across The Universe Reaction

Etsie Arruda: I think I'm going to watch Across The Universe
Lauren Childs: ok
Etsie Arruda: hey
Lauren Childs: hey
Etsie Arruda: solike
Etsie Arruda: I want to watch Across The Universe
Lauren Childs: you should like....do that
Etsie Arruda: yeah
Etsie Arruda: but like
Etsie Arruda: I have to put my soda into the fridge
Etsie Arruda: I'll bring the computer with me to watch the movie
Etsie Arruda: and tell you ALL ABOUT IT
Etsie Arruda: brb
Lauren Childs: wow
Lauren Childs: ok
Lauren Childs: my cat likes being by my foot
Etsie Arruda: d'aw
Etsie Arruda: SHHH IT'S STARTING
Lauren Childs: ._. k
Etsie Arruda: She's the kind of girl you want som much....
Etsie Arruda: *so much
Etsie Arruda: people who are SOOOO cute
Etsie Arruda: whatshisface
Etsie Arruda: OMG WANNA SKYPE!!
Lauren Childs: whaaat
Etsie Arruda: Whoa, the waves are newspapers
Etsie Arruda: that's neat
Lauren Childs: I'm watching himym
Etsie Arruda: oh
Lauren Childs: yay movie start
Etsie Arruda: okay
Etsie Arruda: haha
Etsie Arruda: Across The Universe
Etsie Arruda: they're...dancing
Etsie Arruda: Ooh, I like this song
Etsie Arruda: Aww it's prom
Etsie Arruda: It's youuuu
Etsie Arruda: you you youuuuuuu
Lauren Childs: prooooom
Etsie Arruda: Aw now they're in England
Etsie Arruda: and it's a rave
Etsie Arruda: hahaha
Etsie Arruda: I like
Etsie Arruda: haha the juxtaposition
Etsie Arruda: You know who's SOOOO cute?
Etsie Arruda: Whatshisface
Lauren Childs: who
Etsie Arruda: Aw, he'll be halfway around the world
Etsie Arruda: but that's okay, no one likes you
Etsie Arruda: go out with that lame guy
Etsie Arruda: see if anyone cares
Etsie Arruda: no one will
Etsie Arruda: by the way
Etsie Arruda: haha
Etsie Arruda: "Some of us are thirsty, and the pubs have been open five minutes!"
Etsie Arruda: Aww, whatsyourface
Etsie Arruda: you're so cute
Etsie Arruda: hahaha
Etsie Arruda: haha
Etsie Arruda: ha
Etsie Arruda: "I've ironed your best shirts" sounded like she said "I've ironed your best shits"
Lauren Childs: XD
Etsie Arruda: haha, she's oirish
Etsie Arruda: He's sneaking into her room
Etsie Arruda: and taking pictures from her drawr
Etsie Arruda: and looking at his dad
Etsie Arruda: aaaaand making out with his girlfriend
Etsie Arruda: Molly
Etsie Arruda: she has a name?
Etsie Arruda: Close your eyes and I'll kiss you
Etsie Arruda: tomorrow I'll miss you
Etsie Arruda: HE'S SO CUTE!!!
Etsie Arruda: SOOOOO CUTE!!
Etsie Arruda: I bet if you chase after the car, he'll come back.
Etsie Arruda: That's what I bet.
Lauren Childs: ._.
Etsie Arruda: You should try that.
Etsie Arruda: Maybe it'll work.
Etsie Arruda: OH IT'S THE LESBIAN
Etsie Arruda:
Lauren Childs: yay prudence
Etsie Arruda: Yuss.
Etsie Arruda: the people who made this movie cheated.
Etsie Arruda: "Here let's just name her Prudence, that way we can add in an extra song."
Lauren Childs: yay
Etsie Arruda: I love this scene
Etsie Arruda: she's just
Etsie Arruda: walking through the football players
Etsie Arruda: and they're like flying across the screen
Etsie Arruda: and THROWING each other
Etsie Arruda: literally
Etsie Arruda: one of the guys picks up
Etsie Arruda: and TROWS a guy across the screen
Etsie Arruda: Aw Prudence
Etsie Arruda: Aw Jude
Etsie Arruda: Ha ha he tried to get in the wrong side
Etsie Arruda: poor Jude
Etsie Arruda: AW CUTE GUY WHO ISN'T JUDE
Etsie Arruda: aww
Etsie Arruda: not a prefessor
Etsie Arruda: a janitor
Etsie Arruda: saaaaaad story
Etsie Arruda: "I believe I'm your son."
Etsie Arruda: I loooooove you, Jude
Etsie Arruda: aw poor Jude
Etsie Arruda: Aw, Juuuuude!
Etsie Arruda: are you paying any attention anymore?
Etsie Arruda: Aw, guy!!
Etsie Arruda: Is his name Max?
Etsie Arruda: You couldn't hit the barn side of a broad, man!
Etsie Arruda: "Yeah, go back inside, man!" "They're not going back in."
Etsie Arruda: He's so cuuuute!!
Etsie Arruda: I bet they're in love.
Etsie Arruda: THEY ARE IN LOVE.
Etsie Arruda: LIVERPOOL!
Etsie Arruda: It's like liver
Etsie Arruda: and pool.
Etsie Arruda: MAX
Etsie Arruda: it is Max
Etsie Arruda: IT'S THE FRIENDS SONG!!
Etsie Arruda: IIIIIII love this song
Etsie Arruda: and this scene
Etsie Arruda: Oh it's real
Etsie Arruda: I thought they were passing around an imaginary joint.
Lauren Childs: yeahhhh
Etsie Arruda: They're playing golf on his head!!
Etsie Arruda: I love Max!!
Etsie Arruda: He's so silly
Etsie Arruda: and so CUUUUTUE
Etsie Arruda: *cuuuuute
Etsie Arruda: with caps lock on
Etsie Arruda: they all fall asleep on the couch.
Etsie Arruda: Like
Etsie Arruda: there are three of them, on one couch.
Etsie Arruda: Ha ha ha he's gonna DIE, bitch!!
Lauren Childs: ._.
Etsie Arruda: Lucy just got the letter from her boyfriend
Etsie Arruda: and right at the end of this song he dies.
Etsie Arruda: Have you seen this movie?
Etsie Arruda: okay maybe not the end of this song
Etsie Arruda: Aw, they're like, friends
Etsie Arruda: "When did Emily get tits?"
Etsie Arruda: Aw Max
Etsie Arruda: so cute
Etsie Arruda: Is that fashionable?
Etsie Arruda: your lack of haircut?
Etsie Arruda: Oh, family argument
Etsie Arruda: hee hee, he said "doo-doo"
Etsie Arruda: poor jude
Etsie Arruda: he's all
Etsie Arruda: British
Etsie Arruda: haha
Etsie Arruda: "Just a bun in the oven"
Etsie Arruda: Juuuuuuuude is so pretty
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Etsie Arruda: hahaha
Etsie Arruda: "You've never heard of braces?" "We use 'em to hold out trousers up."
Changed status to Online (8:28:39 PM)
Etsie Arruda: BOWLING ALLEY
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Etsie Arruda: haha he's galling down the bowling alley
Changed status to Online (8:29:35 PM)
Lauren Childs: heehee
Etsie Arruda: hahaha
Etsie Arruda: I love Max
Lauren Childs: me too
Etsie Arruda: Man, If I tried sliding down the bowling lane, I'd get my ass shot.
Etsie Arruda: with a gun.
Etsie Arruda: NEW YORK!!!
Etsie Arruda: MAX YOU ARE SO PRETTY
Lauren Childs: XD
Etsie Arruda: with your face
Etsie Arruda: and your prettyness
Etsie Arruda: and your FACE
Etsie Arruda: SADIE
Etsie Arruda: I LOVE HER
Etsie Arruda: HI SADIE
Etsie Arruda: hahaha there's no mirror
Etsie Arruda: HAHA AS SOON AS SHE WALKS AWAY they're like "SHE IS HOOOOOOOT!!"
Etsie Arruda: okay NOW her boyfriend died.
Etsie Arruda: he's all died.
Etsie Arruda: OOH BLACK PEOPLE!
Etsie Arruda: in Detroit
Etsie Arruda: man I'm already crying
Lauren Childs: aw
Etsie Arruda: you've seen this movie, right?
Lauren Childs: yes
Etsie Arruda: Yeah so in Let It Be
Etsie Arruda: as soon as you see the black kid
Etsie Arruda: he hadn't even died yet
Etsie Arruda: but as soon as you see him
Etsie Arruda: I was just bawling
Etsie Arruda: okay all better
Etsie Arruda: Now it's come together
Lauren Childs: lovely
Etsie Arruda: and the homeless guy is singing
Etsie Arruda: hee hee
Etsie Arruda: well not yet
Etsie Arruda: but he will--noooww he his
Etsie Arruda: *is
Etsie Arruda: hahahaha he's homeless
Etsie Arruda: ooooh, he's black.
Etsie Arruda: and like
Etsie Arruda: hot
Etsie Arruda: or...something?
Etsie Arruda: either they're making fun of him
Etsie Arruda: or they think he's hot
Etsie Arruda: I think they're making fun of him.
Etsie Arruda: New York is not nearly as choreographed as that
Etsie Arruda: Jede's drawing a spiral
Etsie Arruda: LOOK MORE HOMELESS GUYS
Etsie Arruda: was that Max?
Etsie Arruda: Driving that taxi?
Etsie Arruda: I think not.
Etsie Arruda: Her look, Sadie
Etsie Arruda: *hey
Etsie Arruda: she likes it.
Etsie Arruda: Jude's an artist
Etsie Arruda: THEY ARE HOOKERS.
Etsie Arruda: Aw, he's so cute!
Etsie Arruda: Aw, he's so cute, too
Etsie Arruda: Jojo?
Etsie Arruda: Hey it's Prudence
Etsie Arruda: she came in through the bathroom window
Etsie Arruda: get it?
Etsie Arruda: Beatles lyrics.
Lauren Childs: ohyeah
Lauren Childs: i get it
Etsie Arruda: He punched her in the eye.
Etsie Arruda: MAX
Etsie Arruda: Lucy
Etsie Arruda: =]
Etsie Arruda: haha you are so right Mrs. Lucy's Mom.
Etsie Arruda: Why don't we do it in the road!!
Etsie Arruda: haha Lucy's like "...yyyyyeah."
Etsie Arruda: who's...that guy?
Etsie Arruda: who are you, creep?
Etsie Arruda: Aw Juuude
Etsie Arruda: He's like John Lennon
Etsie Arruda: also he doesn't exist...
Etsie Arruda: he doesn't have a visa...
Etsie Arruda: SMACK HIM
Etsie Arruda: oh
Etsie Arruda: or not
Etsie Arruda: okay
Etsie Arruda: oh nooooo
Etsie Arruda: a letter came for Max...
Etsie Arruda: OH NO!!!
Etsie Arruda: saaad story
Etsie Arruda: peas looks like blood?
Etsie Arruda: cotton balls...
Etsie Arruda: ?
Etsie Arruda: okay
Etsie Arruda: Poor Max.
Etsie Arruda: CUTE JUDE
Etsie Arruda: Lucy, go home.
Etsie Arruda: I want Jude.
Etsie Arruda: You can have Max
Etsie Arruda: wait, Max is her brother.
Lauren Childs: eww
Etsie Arruda: haha
Etsie Arruda: okay okay I'll take Max
Etsie Arruda: OH HE'S DRAWING HER
Etsie Arruda: this is so cute
Etsie Arruda: "I just want to get your eyes right"
Etsie Arruda: RUN Jude
Etsie Arruda: now make out with her
Etsie Arruda: Aw, fall in love with him, Lucy
Etsie Arruda: shut up
Etsie Arruda: don't sing this dumb song
Etsie Arruda: just fall in love with him.
Etsie Arruda: who is that?
Etsie Arruda: why is he kissing her?
Etsie Arruda: what the hell?
Etsie Arruda: STOP SINGING.
Etsie Arruda: Aw, she fell in love with him.
Etsie Arruda: HAHA Max
Lauren Childs: ._.
Etsie Arruda: aw, Max
Etsie Arruda: so Jude and Lucy slept together
Etsie Arruda: and he's like "wtf, guys? w...t...f?"
Etsie Arruda: HE IS SO CUTE!!
Etsie Arruda: HE'S NEKKED
Etsie Arruda: that guys is fat
Etsie Arruda: those guys have CHINS
Etsie Arruda: and like
Etsie Arruda: NOSES
Etsie Arruda: PENIS.
Etsie Arruda: awwww, Max
Lauren Childs: I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT SANDWICHES SMELL LIKE
Etsie Arruda: HAHAHA
Etsie Arruda: YESSS
Lauren Childs: XD
Etsie Arruda: Go Marshall
Etsie Arruda:
Etsie Arruda: "I'm a cross-dressing homosexual pacifist with a spot on my lung."
Etsie Arruda: aw, Prudence
Etsie Arruda: poor lesbian
Etsie Arruda: I'd date you
Etsie Arruda: aw Max
Etsie Arruda: so cute
Etsie Arruda: haha she locked herself in the closet
Etsie Arruda: "It's Prudence. I think she's hung up on me."
Etsie Arruda: Aw, Prudence
Etsie Arruda: SING JUDE
Etsie Arruda: SIIIING
Etsie Arruda: oh
Etsie Arruda: it's Lucy now
Etsie Arruda: aww, all three of them
Etsie Arruda: now Max
Etsie Arruda: Max = SO CUTE
Etsie Arruda: aw, peace walks
Etsie Arruda: aw, MAAAAX
Etsie Arruda: haha, it's 'nam
Etsie Arruda: Aw, Max
Etsie Arruda: aw Max
Etsie Arruda: he's so cute
Etsie Arruda: Ew Sadie don't wear that
Etsie Arruda: Max PLEASE take your shirt all the way off
Etsie Arruda: AAAAALLLL THE WAY OFF
Etsie Arruda: Oh he's a label record owner thing dude.
Etsie Arruda: IT'S THE WALRUS GUY!!
Etsie Arruda: Don't drink the punch
Etsie Arruda: it's spiked, you dumbasses
Etsie Arruda: Max = HAWT
Etsie Arruda: guys, it's LSD
Etsie Arruda: DR. ROBERT!
Etsie Arruda: I am he as you are he as you are me and we are all together.
Etsie Arruda: siiiiiiiiing please
Etsie Arruda: I love you
Etsie Arruda: SIIING
Etsie Arruda: sing!!
Etsie Arruda: YES
Etsie Arruda: that bed is made of bubble.
Etsie Arruda: it's like
Etsie Arruda: plastic
Etsie Arruda: They are ALL high
Etsie Arruda: they are AAAAAAAAALL high.
Etsie Arruda: they are all so, so high.
Etsie Arruda: and now where the fuck ARE they?
Etsie Arruda: I love this guy.
Etsie Arruda: Aw
Etsie Arruda: Ha ha
Etsie Arruda: take some of them to California
Etsie Arruda: and screw the rest.
Etsie Arruda: hey, Prudence!
Etsie Arruda: it's THAT guy
Etsie Arruda: are they STILL high?
Etsie Arruda: I guess...not?
Etsie Arruda: Those are just costumes
Etsie Arruda: Oh THIS guy!!
Etsie Arruda: hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha
Etsie Arruda: I LOVE THIS GUY!!
Etsie Arruda: man that's creepy
Etsie Arruda: IT'S PRUDENCE
Etsie Arruda: hahaha
Etsie Arruda: this guy
Etsie Arruda: cracks me up
Etsie Arruda: Ooh, the under water makeout scene
Etsie Arruda: OH NO MAX
Etsie Arruda: Aw, Jude
Lauren Childs: are you just making comments?
Etsie Arruda: yeah
Etsie Arruda: I figured you had stopped paying attention a lond time ago
Etsie Arruda: *long
Etsie Arruda: BEWBS
Etsie Arruda: WHY ARE GUYS SO HOT WHEN THEY SMOKE?
Etsie Arruda: "You didn't get my left nipple right."
Etsie Arruda: SHE'S NEKKED.
Etsie Arruda: aw
Etsie Arruda: Jude
Etsie Arruda: that's so sad
Etsie Arruda: yeah you DRAW that apple, Jude
Etsie Arruda: Aw JUUUDE
Etsie Arruda: dude, he's got drawings like
Etsie Arruda: on the ceiling
Etsie Arruda: IT'S THE STRAWBERRY PART
Etsie Arruda: it's MAX
Etsie Arruda: Max...
Etsie Arruda: just got like
Etsie Arruda: shot
Etsie Arruda: Yeah Jude, you throw those strawberries
Etsie Arruda: Lydia Bond says she could come to a sleep over
Etsie Arruda: OH NO SHE LEFT!!
Etsie Arruda: Awfuck
Etsie Arruda: are you still there?
Etsie Arruda: Hello?
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Changed status to Online (10:01:29 PM)
Etsie Arruda: Did I kill you with my conversation?
Etsie Arruda: "conversation"
Etsie Arruda: I love Max.
Etsie Arruda: movie's over
Etsie Arruda: brb
Etsie Arruda: Hallo
Etsie Arruda: you there?
Etsie Arruda: or are you ignoring me?
Lauren Childs: I am there
Etsie Arruda: ohi
Etsie Arruda: Movie's over
Lauren Childs: yay

Chat Transcrips

I'm looking for something I did with my friend Lauren in my chat transcripts. I was watching Across The Universe with my computer open, and I started writing down my reactions to the movie. I want to find that and post it here, so I started looking through my chat transcripts.

I went back as far as the transcript goes and started scrolling through all of them, to see if I can find something that resembles me monologuing.

While I was scrolling through one chat, I found this:

Etsie Arruda: THERE IS A VERY CUTE BOY IN THE SHOW.
Lauren Childs: I don't...
Lauren Childs: what?
Etsie Arruda: he is cute
Etsie Arruda: in Pride and Prejudice
Lauren Childs: is he darcy?
Etsie Arruda: he should be
Etsie Arruda: but I don't konw
Etsie Arruda: *know
Etsie Arruda: he'd make a good Bingley, too, but only if I get to be Jane...
Etsie Arruda: JUST SAYIN.
Lauren Childs: oh
Etsie Arruda: lol
Lauren Childs: teehee
Etsie Arruda: hahaha
Etsie Arruda: his name's Eli
Lauren Childs: fabulous

That's from three hundred and sixty-four days ago. One year old, tomorrow.

Isn't it fabulous?

Day Two: A Post About The Person You Have Been Closest With The Longest

First of all, I lied. I'm not going to catch up if I get behind. I'll just do thirty prompted posts whenever I feel like I've got enough time to do a post.

This shit is HARD, okay?

Alright, now to the post.

This prompt is difficult. I mean, it'd be easy if it said closest with for a long time, or close with for the longest time, but it says closest with for the longest time. That means most close and most long. Which is completely unfair, because who I'm closest with changes from time to time. For the sake of argument, let's say "closest" means you rate your closeness with people, and whoever is on top is the closest. Those rankings could change from time to time. So if we add up all the amount of time each of my acquaintances has spent on the top of that list, my friend Lily may have spent longer cumulatively up there than my friend Nicole has.

Now let's say that "close" refers to the top five people. Now, when Nicole's not right at the top, she's usually at least in the top five still. However when Lily's not at the top it's usually because she's done something that made me mad, dropping her probably into the bottom ten. Therefore, even when Nicole's not the closest, she's been close for longest.

Now that we've gotten that out of the way, I have to write this post.

And since I still haven't decided who I'm supposed to talk about in this post, I'll just briefly mention them both.

Nicole's my sister, and since she went to college three years ago (this is her fourth year) we have gotten really close. (Ironic that the farther away she is, the closer we are?) Sheeeee's a G. That's about it. I luh her.

Lily's my across-the-street-and-down-one-house neighbor. She's also pretty great, but I don't get to see her all that much anymore since we go to different schools and she's usually up north on the weekends. We do some really dumb things. Like, really dumb.

So that's...them...

This was a lame post, I'm sorry, I'll do better with the next one (hopefully) I promise (maybe).

Day One: A Post About Yourself With Five Facts

The Facebook version of this is a picture of yourself with ten facts, and the ten facts usually go in the caption of the photo. I'm only doing five so that I can go a little more in-depth with the facts and not have the post be ridiculously long.

Here we go!

1. My face is dented.

Look back at the pictures of me on this blog. Find one where I'm smiling, and look at the right side of my face. My right, not your right. You see that dimple? Cute, right? Now look at the right side of my smile, compared to the left. See how the right side doesn't go up as high? Not cute, right? The right side of my smile is also a little more stretched/thin. Just sayin'.

Here's the story, as best as I know:

When I was three, my mom went out of town for a while. At this point I had an eight-year-old sister, who was pretty responsible, but probably not around. I also had a father, who was—and is—very responsible. I imagine at this point in the story that my dad was sitting in a lawn chair reading a book or something, but he very well could have been inside doing something or other. Either way, he was not supervising me as well as he could have been.

We've got a play-structure in my back yard. It's got a ladder and a slide, and also some swings. I was apparently climbing up the ladder and going down the slide. That's how my dad described my activity. Climbing up the ladder and going down the slide. Well apparently I fell through the rungs of the ladder.

I don't know if my face hit a rung, the wooden base of the structure, or a rock on the ground. All I know is that I hit my face.

Now, my dad must have felt horrible. It wasn't entirely his fault, really. I mean, no parent is ever as careful with the second child as they are with the first.

Anyway, because of the incident I've got a dimple on the right side of my face, and because of the dimple my smile is crooked and one side is thinner than the other.

My face is dented.

I just realized that maybe there's not a picture of me smiling, and I'm too lazy to check, so I got this for you:

Wow, look at that, my left eye is all squinty. I blame that on the dent too. If my right side went up higher, the right eye would be squinty too, and then it wouldn't look so weird, because both eyes would be squinty instead of just the one.

2. I make soda.
2b. I say "soda", not "pop", and am the only one in all of Michigan to do so. 'Cept my family.

But back to the main point—I make soda.

Eh, relatively uninteresting compared to the face-dent story, but what do you expect from me? That's my golden nugget. It's all I've got.

I've made cream soda and root beer so far. The cream soda was spectacular, the root beer was so-so. Today I brewed another batch of cream soda, and a batch of ginger beer. I'll know in about a week how they turned out.

3. I've got a boyfriend.

I mean, you all know this about me, but it's still an important fact worth including. More important than my soda fact.

He's a sweetheart, and an amazing actor, plus also he's HAWT, so that's a plus. He's really everything I could have wished for. He doesn't expect much from me because I'm his first girlfriend; he doesn't know how these things work. We don't see each other much, but that's better than seeing him all the time. If I see him too much, some things about him could start to annoy me, but this way, I love everything about him.

4. I have a film camera which I use often enough.

I got it for my sixteenth birthday, but for a couple of months before that I used my dad's camera. I also develop my own photos at school. I can only develop black and white photos there, because those are just the chemicals they have at school. Probably B&W is cheaper. But hey, if I felt like taking some color pictures I could just drop them off at CVS and have all of them developed, instead of only developing three or four off a roll because I have to buy my own paper and it's kind of expensive. Not to mention it takes time.

First, to develop the film itself, you have to roll it up on a reel in a black bag, which takes about 5-7 minutes. Then the actual process of developing the film takes about 15 minutes. Seven and a half for the developer, thirty seconds for the stop bath, and 5-7 minutes for the fix. Those extra two minutes are thrown in BECAUSE I FEEL LIKE IT OKAY, gawd.

Then to do a photo, it's about three minutes getting the focus right, (two to three seconds of exposure) then five minutes of developer, thirty seconds of the stop-bath, ten minutes of the fix, and ten minutes in the wash. Once you put it in the stop-bath you can start on another photo, and the same thing with the wash.

5. I'm bisexual.

Don't know if you guys know this. I mean, okay, you guys, my five followers, all know this. But youuuuuu guyyyyys *gestures vaguely*, the general internet, may not. I don't know if it's been mentioned on my blog yet. But now it has, so now youuuuuu know.

Just so you have an idea of my tastes:

Hot:

Hot:

Not:

(I'll give you a hint. It's not because she's black.)

Not:

(I'll give you a hint. It's not because he's got a tool-y hat.)