The New Kid

So tomorrow I am going to drive in to school for the first time, and park in the junior parking lot. Obviously, this is the parking lot waaay behind the middle school that's really a big flat space filled with tiny rocks (= no official parking spaces). One of my friends (codename Aries) who gets a ride in to school with a fellow junior warned me that everyone is really possessive about their "spots". I put that in parenthesis because there are no white or yellow lines to mark where to park. Aries told me not to park anywhere along the tennis court fences and to say clear of parking close to the middle school- they are already taken, and their usual possessors will be angry. Once the junior who she gets a ride in with warned he'd key any one's car found in his space. Yup. And then the dean that signed my permission slip advised that I might want to be careful, because everyone parks really close together: there are a heck of a lot of juniors with cars in a relatively small space.

I have been warned, and frankly, I'm a little nervous. Where the heck do I park and what if I take someone else's space? Aren't we too old to quibble over these things- like we used to do when a new kid sat in our seat in elementary school when there weren't actual assigned seats? I have decided to park in the farthest corner from the middle school/tennis court corner of the lot, and hope for the best. At least I'll be close to the road to get out, right?

Well, here's to tomorrow!

All Tangled Up

Wow. I never knew this licene stuff was this complicated. Seriously. There are about fifteen things that I'm restricted against with this class DJ stuff. The one that annoys me the most is I cannot drive on a pulic highway unless I am going to or coming from a job. WHAT?! So, anyways, all the more reason to take Driver's Ed this year if my school ever decides to announce it.

My friends and I were planning on going to the drive-in movies tonight (pictured above when it first opened in 1949) and I was psyched because I would get to drive. Well, I can drive to the movies, just not from the movies. It's the time limit thing- they end after 9pm. Anyway, I asked my brother if he's mind coming with us so he can drive us back home. He said sure thing- he's such and easy going brother, you know? So now I need to ask my friends, codenames Aries and Artemis if they are allowed to ride with Jay driving. It should be fine, because if they were okay with me driving (who has only had her license for... four days?), they should be just dandy with my bro who has been driving with a license since Feburary 2008. He's also done a load of driving classes- Driver's Ed and Defensive Driving. I hope it all goes well now.

We want to go and see 17 Again starring Zac Effron. Not because we love Effron or anything, we're certainly not fan girls, and I personally thing his mouth is humongous and should be featured on a Honeycombs commercial. It just looks hilarious. I love the trailer that's all over the TV and the internet. Bring it on.

Bad Mood Day

Motivation. I totally lack it when it comes to schoolwork. Not to say that I'm a slacker, or even that I choose to take the easy courses, or that I don't do my work. I take the AP and UniversityHS level classes, and I have an A in all of my classes minus UHS Pre-Calculus. In seventh grade I chose to skip a year in math and science each so I started high school courses in eighth grade (a lot of other kids got the option too- it's nothing too unusual in my school). I participate for the most part, hand in my work on time and finished, and I've never skipped a single class. I am ranked at number 38 out of a class of 378 (or something close to that). My friends are all smart people as well, and we are a great group of non-partying people. Parents, I'm sure, would love to have any of us as their children. I have a few extracurricular activities: dance classes for 8 years, debate club 10th grade, newspaper club 10th grade, and best buddies organization this year. See? I'm really a good student, but why do I feel like I'm so slow? Like I have no motivation? I do most of these things not because I "want to challenge myself" or any of that nonsense, but because I know colleges will like me better or because I want to have a class of people I like rather than sit in a class with all the kids who really REALLY don't care about school. I took the 'easy' chem class last year, and since I'm a year ahead of my grade, I was stuck with the grade above me = I knew no one. Everyone wanted my answers on homework or wanted to be my partner so they wouldn't have to do any work, ext. I was so sick of them all. Hence, I'm now in the upper level classes so I can be with people I know, and like, who won't constantly try to cheat off my papers and then get angry at me if they copied one of my wrong answers.

So here I am, facing 3 AP exams in early or mid May, 2 UHS finals in June, my second SAT in June, plus all of the other finals and state regulated exams also in June. And I don't feel like studying. Lame, aren't I?

And then what? So say for kicks I get into the college I want. The work is just harder in college anyways, right? Will I be one of the "burn outs" that was good in high school but used up way too much energy and flunk out of first semester? I am really worried about this now... yet still I cannot muster up what it takes to sit down and write practice essays or compete problems 3-37 odds. Does this mean I can't be as worried as I think I am? That deep down I'm just waiting and expecting to turn into a flunkie?

I am so confusing myself here, and undoubtedly anyone else who is reading this. The easy solution that you must be screaming at the computer screen is JUST STUDY THEN! I know, I get it- I'm not stupid.

Secondly, I'm having a bad hair day. I have a whole army of flyaway hairs that are all around my face and stick out like the rays of the sun that little kids draw. Or like a lion's puffy hair that frames its face. Not half as flattering on a human girl, let me tell you. I've pulled it all back, dried it, put smoothing serum in it, let it down again- NOTHING makes it better. Stupid hair.

Zoom Zoom Zoom, Sib @ Eighteen, Best Day (LONGEST POST EVER)

How could I have forgotten to mention that I can drive now? Liscense drive- alone or with people other than my parents, at any hour I want, to wherever I wish as long as I can get there and tell everyone where I'm off to. It's really, really, really, nice. I passed the dreaded test two days ago- first time around, by the way. It was a little odd at first, but it wasn't a huge shock as I'd had my permit and been driving for a little over a year already. I can now choose my radio station, iPod music, volume, control the air and heat, and put down whatever windows I want. So far three of my friends are able to ride in the car with me, but one can't yet- I need to give her mother a ride before she approves of me (she plans to do that to everyone though, so it's nothing personal). The other mothers assume that the child of the insurance people will know how to properly drive. But by summer I bet we'll all be just fine. It's funny- now my car really feels like its mine. Before, yeah, I knew it was my car, or going to be my car... but it's different once you really get to drive it yourself, alone. It's my baby now. I'll find a name for it later, or maybe it'll just come to me. I name everything if I hadn't mentioned that already. But driving = good, sense of direction = I have none. We'll see how that mixes...

So today is my older bro's (codename Jay) eighteenth birthday- so go Jay! He can now officially: get married, join the army, the air force, the navy, coast guard, marines, move out, get a credit card, buy a motorcycle, sign legal papers, go to prison, rent an appartment, buy a house or condo, move to Svalbard (look at a map, it's real), and buy cigarettes, tobacco or cigars. Yay, my bro is growing up! Of course, he will not be buying cigarettes, or going to jail, or any of the bad stuff... but anyways, happy birthday! We went out to eat at Red Robin to celebrate (it's tradition). My dad signed our family up for this birthday deal thing a couple of years ago- the birthday person gets a free burger, ice cream, staff to sing to you, and a BALLOON. Since all of our birthdays are within two months (two in march- me and dad, two in april- mom and jay), keeping your weight under control is an issue for this section of the year. We had one of our neighbors as our waiter, and he was really nice. College kid, lives (used to live?) kiddy corner from my house, really cute, nice, and funny. Mom kept asking if she was allowed to ask him if he had a girlfriend (really, Mom?), and my mortified answer was always no. But anyways, this is about my bro, so again- happy adulthood and I will see you on the other side next year (oh, no)!

Other part of my post is my description of my wonderful day today with my friends, code names Sparkles, Aries, and... urhm. I need to give her a codename... I deem friend number three ARTEMIS. Yeah, I'm really sorry if you don't like it, or if anyone else is jealous of the name, but seriously, I can't think of anything else. Leave my fried brain alone. So as I was saying, Sparkles, Aries, Artemis, and I went to Sparkles' house today to have a photo shoot (she and Artemis are in a photography class, and she needed models). It was great. We got all dressed up and I brought over a ton of stuff in my car and we all went outside and frollicked around for a while. When all the rolls of film were used up Sparkles produced some tea and cookies and we had a nice tea party. Yes, we are sixteen and seventeen year old having a dress-up tea party (complete with frills, parasols, dresses, blanket, and tiaras) in her back yard. This would be the second tea party, the first such one being at my house, which is much worse because of my more public and open neighborhood compared to Spark's more isolated house. And we are okay with that. The tea party-dress up thing, that is. Even Aries participated in the frilly shoot, and she's not exactly the first person you'd think of when the word 'frilly' comes to mind, as she's more of a blue-black-gray-brown clothing colored person, who is more apt to wear jeans and a sweater than a sundress and straw hat. To put it lightly. But she did it with us, and she had just as much fun at it as we did. Sparks did get a little jealous once the shoot was over because she wasn't in party clothes like we were and she wanted, to quote her, "be a fairy princess too!" So she went in and changed and brought out tea. We drank some of it and had a cookie each, then just laid around on the blanket in the sun talking about everything from Gilmore Girls to summer vacation to driving. I had to break out my SPF 30 oil free sunscreen after a while- I was afraid I'd burn (I told you I brought a ton of random stuff), and then I had a parasol arranged so it shaded my face (didn't want to put the sunscrean on my face 'cause of all the makeup). I think I only tinted my face a little, so that's good. Sparks said we should do a tea party once a week in the summer, and we all gushed about how we wanted to go to the drive in movie theater soon. Then Artemis pointed out that we only had three days left of spring break. That was quite a downer. I proposed a motion to skip the month of May (with all of its reviewing and AP testing and ickiness like that), and unsurprisingly the motion was passed. Aries wanted to add an amendment to also extend the month-skipping through June, but that met some opposition in the ranks. Now we just need to alert the rest of the world that there will be no May this year... hmmm...

I just noticed how incredably long this entry is! Holy typewriter! Neesless to say (which means I'll tell you anyways) today was an amazing day, and I wish everyday could be fasion shoot and dress-up tea party day. *sigh*

My Doggie Plans

When I get my own place after college that ISN'T an appartment building, I will get myself some dogs. Not that I'm in any way displeased with my current babies, Ellie the Yorkie and Tommy the Mini Schnauzer, but I will most likely be too far to mother them in college and then... well, nobody lasts forever. Wow. I feel terrible now that I just typed that. Its like I'm some mother who's already planning which children to adopt after my current ones die off. I'm a terrible person... But since I've already uploaded the pictures I am forced to carry on anyways.

The first picture there is a black pug (duh). His name will be Professor, 'Fessor for short. I think he looks like a Professor. I don't really know why, but I just love the name for a doggie, and I chose a pug just because I had a pug when I was little, and he was such a sweetheart! But the name could also work for a mini schnauzer like my Tommy, because of the beard and eyebrow thing his breed has going.

Second pic up there is a mutt. That's right, I also desire a mutt. If possible I will pick mine up from a little farm that gives away mutt puppies for free in return for a happy home. I dunno if there actually are any places like that, but I've seen them in movies (yeah, that settles it). I will name my pretty mutt Milo. I think Milo is a really adorable name, and I've always wanted to use it somewhere. Though I do admit that the name also reminds me of the disney animated movie Atlantis (the awkward main character with the glasses) and one of my all time favorite movies as a little girl: Milo and Otis (though Milo is supposed to be the cat, Otis the dog).

Anyways, I just realized that both names are for male dogs. Professor is technically applied to both men and women, but I just can't see a girl being names 'Fessor. That's okay, though, male dogs are generally cool, and I've heard that women get on better with male dogs and visa versa for men and female dogs. I want two because I don't want my doggies to get lonely. I don't think that Bentley (my late pug) minded much being alone, but you never know. I know my Tommy and Ellie are happier together than apart- I see them snuggled up together as they sleep or romp around the yard together.

I don't think I'd be interested in getting a cat or a kitten. Too independent, too oh-I-really-couldn't-care-less-about-you for my taste. I did have a cat once, Molly, otherwise reffered to as 'That Cat'. She wasn't a kitten, she was nine months old when we got her, something like that. Black tuxedo and white glove look, deep green eyes. Meanest creature I've ever seen. If she was on the same level of the house as you were, that was as close to 'cuddly' she's ever get. I brushed her everyday, tried to play with her using those feather things on sticks, kept her litter box clean, kept the food and water full, but nooooooo- nothing ever pleased That Cat. Turns out the whole time we had her (only a month before we'd had enough) she had been peeing in the carpeted dining and family rooms, so we had to recarpted the house, pretty much. She also scratched my dad's new leather couch. That one was the last straw, and she was out.

So, yeah- this is my post about my future dogs and why it's not a post about future cats... ta-dah!

"They had faces then"

I found these on flickr and beneath it someone had posted, 'they had faces then'. And I was like, wow, what a perfect way to put it! I was just at the mall for a shopping spree with my friend, code name Sparkles, and I had decided, while browsing through pearl necklaces at Forever21, that next year my project for Photography class will be a period peice- 1920s. I love the feathery hats, pearl earings, floppy dresses, curly bobs, and the individuality of the women of the 20s. So free. The 1920s just rock out loud, and I love the whole decade- it rocks out loud!

Now, I laugh at the models on the cover of Seventeen magezine- what perfect little barbies you have there! There are, of course, good models and photographers nowadays, but I just LOVE period collections. Something about them...

Guardian Angels

(GAs for short) I just finished my second book of the week: Eternal by Cynthia Leitch Smith. It was about a girl and her guardian angel. I could go into the details, but I get embarresed when I try to explain my fantasy novels... I shouldn't be, so hey- I'll write it anyways. Because her angel showed himself to protect her when she was meant to die, she was taken by vampires (yes, yes, I know) and turned. She loses touch with her soul, and her GA is stripped of his powers (a fallen angel). His mission is to save her soul. I'll keep the ending to myself, in case anyone out there has good taste in books. I liked the book, though at times it smacked of Twilight, especially when the girl, Miranda, decided to "fast" and drink pig's blood instead of human blood. But then, I feel bad for the author. Twilight must have been a slap in the face when she read some similar ideas to her own in it. Poor Cynthia, I feel for you.

But anyway, my reason for posting was how the GAs were portrayed in the book. Everyone has one, and they watch over you at all times (and I mean at ALL times, which would be disturbing). They are allowed to only interfere indirectly: influence, creating a distraction, ext. I took to the idea, like I often do in the middle of my reading fevers. Imagine for a moment that you have your very own angel. Right there... ha! Did you look over your shoulder? I really like the idea of it. Comforting, and for the moment I believe in them. Despite my rather uncertain view on religion at all, I can't help it. I have an angel. It would be amazing, having someone there for you but unnoticable, and invisible ally for life. But creepy, too. Did I mention in the book the angel sees everything? He fell in love with his girl (not normal angel behavior) and once said "Shower times were my favorite." Ever been in a situation you wouldn't want a messenger of God to be there for? Uh... you get the point.

So a guardian angel. Cool idea, a little creepy, but cool.