Horcrux of the Moment

Kelly has this thing on her Tumblr called ‘The High-Five’ where she lists the 5 things she’s really into at the moment.  The more High-Fives she posted, the more I fell in love with this idea – it’s so organized!  I love organization!  I like charts!  It's like math!  I LOVE math!

Being the uncreative thieving wench in love with her creative idea, I decided to adapt something of it for myself.  The name is in development, but it has something to do with Horcruxes.  If you are asking "why, what is a horcrux?" I ask, a. are we friends? And b. are you adversed to good literature?  But for those who don't read Harry Potter, a horcrux is an vessel that holds a bit of your soul.  Fitting, no?  Okay, so that might be too dramatic of term, but love, soul, their interchangeable - sort of.  Whatever, I'm going with it.

Speaking of which, once the Voldemort has 7, I shall dedicate the same number to my Horcruxes of the moment

1. EOS Lip Balm

Call me a sucker for packaging concepts.  It's completely true.  Yes, I have 3 out of the 5 colours.  Well, in my defense, my mother bought 2.  BUT, I love it so much.  This chap stick...this chap stick.  It moisturizes my lips and it doesn't leave that icky residue that chap sticks often leave.  I carry it everywhere.  Only downfall?  It doesn't fit into pockets.

2.  Casting for The Hunger Games

A small addiction has risen in the form of continually checking the cast list for The Hunger Games.  I would be lying if I didn't say that I checked on the internet at least 3 times a day - and continually checking my twitter on my phone, seeing if anything has been confirmed.  SO MANY TRIBUTES have been cast.  So many of my favourites.  But so many more to go.

I don't think I've mentioned this (ha, WHATEVER) but it's being filmed in Asheville.  This mega-hit is being made an HOUR AWAY.  More awesome news: Thursday, Tommy, Drew, Val and I are heading out to the casting call for extras in, catch it, HENDERSONVILLE.  To be an extra isn't glamorous - but for The Hunger Games I would willingly enter the arena and thus die a seventy-four times to be included.  And with locality like that?  How can I pass?

3.  Exploring

Exploring has always been a hobby of mine; But, Saturday, I went on an adventure.

Tommy, his girlfriend Lindsey and the token Russian student, Vladimir, came up to see some falls.  I joined them, as I only live 10 minutes away.  As I've been trekking in the woods since I was 5, we took a lot of, *cough* unorthodox paths around the falls, often into thickets of poison oak.  Tommy then [dramatically] recited the waterfall scene from The Last of the Mohicans.

After that tomfoolery, we wanted to go swimming.  So we went near the bridge and played in the water.  We then decided to go through uncharted waters, through the rapids.  Barefoot.  I straddled a tree - Val broke the tree.  We climbed big rocks.  Then we decided to trek upstream through the rapids of death.  And I was the leader.

Best moment?  We were all holding onto some limbs when Val suddenly said, "Rachel, vet go of dee limb."  I had no idea what he was talking about until I saw the baby WASP NEST OF DEATH.  We managed to trek around it through the woods.  We also managed to run into strangers.  Lindsey, who lives in the city, was very excited about her adventure and told them, "We came up the rapids!  It was so much fun!"

They stared at her.  It may have been because she was in her underwear.

4.  Cats. Where they do not belong.

A Tumblr dedicated to cats being in places where cats do not belong.  Paired with the witty captions, I have never laughed so much.  I'm trying to decide if I have a legit obsession with cats.  If I do, I'm going to let it pass.  We all need something to love.

5.  Harry Potter

I'm looping two things into one category.  First off TRAILER:

Drew said I never blinked when I watched it.  It's true.  I think it looks fabulous.  Except for the falling off the bridge part; I'm a bit confused.  Because the Dragon in the 4th movie more or less fell around the same point, and it died.  And Harry and Voldemort don't die.  At least not that way.

Second off:

HARRY POTTER WORLD.

As I write this, I have 9 days until I'm home.  This will be my first trip.  I keep trying to find words to describe what I feel.  I'm coming up short.  No moment in my life will compare to what is to happen on May 12th.  Not the birth of my first child or the day I am to wed.  No.  I will cry.  As I write this, I find tears just thinking of the moment when I see that scarlet steam engine.  I just, I just, I don't know.

I'm so glad I get to share it with one of my best friends.  I'm going to try Butterbeer for the first time.  I'm may get to buy my wand.  Not a replica of someone else's - mine.

I'm going to stop, because my laptop is getting wet.

6.  Gladiator Sandals

A girl in my T.I.E. class broke my favourite flip flops.  My mom bought me a pair of $5 sandals to tide me over.  I wear them with everything.  And although they began to tear on the SECOND DAY I wore them, I do not care because I love them.

7.  The Mortal Instruments Series

I left the nerdiest for last.  I wish I could say I didn't like fantasy novels, but it would be a lie.  I've wanted to read City of Bones for a while, but just look at that cover.  It has a sparkly man chest.  Like, I can't even articulate how bad it looks, much less what it says about me as a person.

I won't say it's epic literature.  It's not up there with Harry Potter or The Hunger Games.  But, ya'll, it's good.  Like guilty pleasure, but a good guilty pleasure, one you don't mind admitting too.  I have feasted and devoured City of Bones and City of Ashes within days - that's just the first two books, and that's at least 1,000 pages.  I continually check my library account, waiting for the patron who has City of Glass to TURN IT IN so I can CHECK IT OUT and feast on its glory.

It features a normal girl named Clary who has lived a normal life.  She has her normal mother, her mother’s normal not-boyfriend, and her normal best friend (and captain of the nerds), Simon.  Everything is normal UNTIL she goes clubbing and she sees people no one else can see. *cue ominous music*  Then she finds out about these people called *cringe* Shadowhunters and they kill demons.

Anyway, one of the Shadowhunters is a boy named Jace, and he’s snarky and tortured.  And yes, that would be his sparkly, glittering chest on the cover.  As she begins to have feelings for him, she also begins to see Nerd Captain Simon in another way, which after 10 years of friendship, it’s about time.

Just so you know Simon is totally my favourite.  He a. is Jewish, b. an archer, c. wears glasses, d. is in a “band”, e. is a vegetarian, f. has unrequited love, and g. is allergic to ragweed.  He is the pinnacle of nerd/awesome and I think I want him as my boyfriend.  And just when he couldn't get any more awesome, he goes through something very serious, and it just makes him 8x more awesome.

I literally want him.  It's not a joke.  He has made me forget about all the crushes I have ever had, because they all revolve around this fictional character Simon and how much I want need him.

For now, these are my Horcruxs.  Will they change?  Most definitely.  But, the bright side is, if I keep changing them, Harry will never find them.

-Me

I took my pants off.

So, although I got little to no sleep last night, I am in better spirits this morning. Well, now I am. I was in bed around 1 last night; I stayed at Kelly's super late. We played Bananagrams, which I'm not all that fond of because I cannot spell very well; then we played Quelf which is rather fun. I had to be a mummy. Nothing super memorable happened. Then we went up to the studio and played signs, but they just had me as "it" because I'm bad at it as well. We played Ninja Destruction and Samurai. THEN we played "Truth or Dare."

Now, once I have absolutely no secrets and I'm not all that gutsy, this game is easy peasy to me. Truth, and I answer. But, there were about 3 dares. And boy me, they were good. Chase dared TJ to drink pickle juice out of someone's belly button. And he did it. I dared Chris to drink milk and ketchup. And he did it [after much whining, mind you. He thought I'd go easy on him.] Kelly dared Alex to eat a dead lady bug [complete with chewing]. And she did it!

Ya'll, it was hilarious. I am not very courageous on these sort of things, but I love watching others having to do it. After, we hit people with a large exercise peanut and I wrestled Chris to the ground, because I am very strong and he is weak. Before long I became cranky and grumpy, so I went home [and TJ drove behind me to guarantee my safety.]

Great night. Today was a bit hectic, but after two cancelled classes, I still have to stay over for a 3 o'clock meeting because I'm a costume crew chief thing for The A-Train Plays.

So this weekend is scattered because tonight I'm spending the night with Kelly, and tomorrow we're going to the Mall to see Beastly. I know this part should be cut out of my schedule once I have work. But how often do I see Kelly? And I rarely hang out with anyone, especially my bestie who is a good few hours away. This weekend though, I have a monologue to memorize and a french test to study for. I'm auditing a class, because the teacher asked me to be in the show for it. [yeah, I know.], so I have a character analysis for that and lines to memorize.

It's not a big deal, but to do something makes me smile and feel rather blessed. I'm the part of a conjoined twin. Yes, I know, I get the physically disabled part. Except this time I have four legs instead of one. What up. Also, Sideshow perks. "I will never leave youuuu..."

Next week looks less hectic, so I'm ready to breath a little. I'm going to get all my research done for one of my research papers, and then relax some.

Also there is a rumor that if a professor doesn't have a PhD that they are not guaranteed employment. So basically, Dr. Beam is safe if no one else is. Wonders of wonders, miracles of miracles. I am so happy that my BFF is totes safe.

Lets talk about things I like [other than Dr. Beam] now:

There is this new thing called Harry Potter: The Quest. It's basically like the coke points thing for Harry Potter fans. You do internet things, and you get points...? Look, I'm a member, and we're going to have fun. You earn collectibles and stuff. And you know, need.

The movie is coming out April 15th. I didn't really like this movie so much, but whatever, collection purposes. I'm hoping that one day, when I marry someone with a BlueRay player, that he will buy me the massive 4 disk box sets. Like, I need them too. I'm going to have the best future husband ever. Tag this under #thingsIknow.

In May, I'm going to be visiting a certain place where certain wizards flock.

YES HARRY POTTER WORLD! Tonight we are planning everything. It'll be a poor college students trip, with not many school supplies being purchased, [Fortunately, everything can be purchased off the internets.] but moreso a day worth of experience. Kelly and I am going together in May after we get out of school, and before work. Also a trip to Disney and Universal is planned too. We're making the plans tonight and cooking Harry Potter food.

Ya'll, I am so excited. This is my mecca. It is honestly our plan to go there and work after we get out of school. Theatre degree, hello! It's PERFECT. I would be content if I was selling shaved ice in this place. Rumor has it they are thinking of building Gringotts and Diagon Alley, and OH please let it happen.

So...I have to share this on my blog, because I like to share. There are these new dolls, in a franchise entitled Monster High. Now, you know my fondness for monsters, but these dolls are adorable. And ya'll, I want them. Bad. What would I do with them? Probably write blogs about our adventures and have playdates with Alex [who has already agreed with me on these matters.] Yes, I would totally play with them. BUT the important thing is, the new one has been reviled and I am in awe of how awesome she is:

LOOK AT HER LITTLE SEE THROUGH LIMBS? Is that not precious?

I know, I don't need them, and it's silly to want dolls, BUT if Scotty can collect Vinylmations, then I can collect monster dolls. No judging. Even if they have the worst names ever. "Draculara" and "Frankie Stien" to name a few. Also, they have webisodes and I have totally watched every single one.

Oh, stop judging me.

So, a bunch of my friends have started reading The Hunger Games.  And they are, of course, seeing how phenomenal it is.  My main squeeze is in the running for the role of Peeta, BUT everyone is saying he's a super bad actor.  I'll judge myself when we go see Beastly, and I hope this isn't true.  Because, above all else, I want someone who can act.  I know I swoon over this guy, but if he can't act... then, meh, I don't want him.  I believe I have picked my Katniss though:

I have yet to see True Grit, and once it's a Western and there are no Aliens/Wizards/Vampires/etc., my interest is limited, BUT she was nominated for an Oscar so I suppose she isn't to shabby.  Her eyebrows bother me, but, by the time she reaches 16 I think she'll be fabulous.  She's not gorgeous, no, but she's just looks like Katniss to me.  And girl can apparently act.

As for Beastly, which I'm seeing tomorrow, I am kind of scared now.  The reviews are giving it a very dismal rating.  I mean, I wasn't expecting that it would be awesome.  It's obviously one of those movies you watch for the sugary and swoony goodness.  Sort of like Twilight.  You don't go to see Oscar bait; you go to see entertaining junk.  But, I hope it's good.  Even if it has Vanessa in it. *snear of discontent*

Of course, Little Red Riding Hood looks so bad [and sugary!] that I must see it as well.  Even if Gary Oldman is in it, it just has to be bad.  Please be so bad you're good.  Not like The Room or Human Centipede bad, but, Twilight and Beastly bad.

As long as The Hunger Games is AWESOME I will die so happy.

I'm going to go get food now.

-Me

"I'm pretty okay!"

Okay, QUICK POST.  And when I say, quick, it won't be.  Because I write.  A lot.


So school is great, school is fabulous, whatever.  Had a semi-awkward conversation with Desmond today for AN HOUR.  Lots of questions about my love life.  You know, my non existent love life.  He kept asking "So, who do you like romantically?"  It was painstakingly bad ya'll.  Then I talked about Jesus, because everyone needs Jesus, and can we not talk about this?


I pack my lunch now.  So very responsible.


I have to talk about Acting II, because it is amazing.  At the sound advice of my friend Tommy Cooley, I volunteered first for Psychological Gestures.  Basically, I was me on stage as she asked question after question, helped me find the layers of my character, etc.  This is not important.  What I had to do is.


She made me: crawl across the floor and hide in the curtains while she screamed for me to GET AWAY.  Then I had to come grab the wall and kick it, to reflect being "pis*ed."  THEN she made me throw a chair off the stage, to represent my power.  I proceeded to crack said chair (more on its fate later.), then I dropped to the floor in embarrassment.  After that, I had to run up the stairs of Hoey representing "climbing rocks," [basically, how I'm alone and I like it], and then to represent "happy," I did the Rocky thing of achievement.

And yes, they hummed the Rocky theme as I ran up the stairs.

Claire has made us do some awesomely horrid things for Psych Gestures.  Andrew had to throw my chair, and if I made a dent in it, he destroyed it.  He'd throw it and it would - literally- explode.  The frame was bent something awful, and the base was gone.  She made this other kid, [Johnny - he's British] dig through trash to feel "disgusted," and there were dip bottles in that trash.  Then they lifted him and put his head in the bag.  This other kid had to jump of the panting scaffold.  Ya'll, acting is intense.  Intensely awesome.

I say that now.  Wait until I write the entry about crying after Acting and about how I will forever fail at life.

Saw Reasons to be Pretty last night.  Lets discuss:


I liked it.  A lot.  There was plenty I didn't like, but there was plenty I did.  This show was invariably better than Romantic Fools.  And it wasn't the direction, it was just more so the material.  Romantic Fools is the sort of material that you would find in a high-school boy's locker room; Reasons is what you'd find in CosmoGirl.  If I read CosmoGirl.  And I don't; because I'm not a regular girl.  And CosmoGirl doesn't have wizards.


SO, this aside, I liked it.  The language is phenomenally bad.  I heard more cuss words in those two hours than I think I have on the 10 years I rode the school bus.  If you're at all familiar with a school bus, you understand.  The acting was pretty super though; somethings I didn't like, but all in all, I did.


It didn't have much of a plot; it was more so just the lives of people and how they are effected by things that they do.  And it gets into that whole "loving yourself" thing and how beauty isn't everything, so the message was marvy.


SEE THE TRAILER HERE


And yes, that's the girl who was in the Queso commercial.


Okay, let's talk about what I do when I'm not working on mes devoirs, blogging, or everything else, because I have to talk about these things, and this is my blog so I'll do it, I WILL DO IT.  Besides, Alex understands, this I know.


The Hunger Games movie is to be released March 23, 2011.  Do you guys realize how little time that is?  Do you feel my excitement?  Well you should, because it's much nearer than I expected and I am very, very, VERY excited.  So, remember my sentiments last time on that really hot guy I wanted to play Peeta?


They want him too.

Well, when I say, they I mean those people who may be doing the movie.  See, all the little fangirls want him to play in that dinky series I was telling you about earlier, The Mortal Instruments.  They insist on this guy named Hunter Parrish to play Peeta:

Yeah, that's great if you want to cast gremlins or something.  I'm cool with that.

Seriously, if this guy gets it, I may not go.  I'm sure he's a terrific actor, but he doesn't look like Peeta and NO.  I SAY NO.  Not to mention he reminds me of my friend Brandon, and Brandon is gay and I don't want to be desiring him on screen.  DO NOT DO THIS HOLLYWOOD.

PLEASEEEEEEEEEE.

ANYWAY:


I'm reading The Subtle Knife right now.  It's the sequel to The Golden Compass.  I know people say that the book is anti-Christian and stuff; but I refuse to believe it until I've decided for myself.  After all, Harry Potter is wrongly judged as such, so whose to say His Dark Materials isn't as well?  The Golden Compass was fantastic and Lyra is me, and, um, Where is my dæmon?  Gah, if I had one of those my life would be complete.  I was really mad/sad/happy at the ending; sooooo good.


Anyway, I went to WCU to check out the sequel, and I want to prove to you how I seriously found the worst edition ever.


There are several editions of The Subtle Knife:

Look at this one!  If features a cute cat, and it looks intriguing!  The cover has a nice pallet, and, in general, I think a cover such as this would entice anyone.  This is probably my favourite edition.  The cat on the cover may or may not factor into this opinion.

This is the second best edition.  Classic pastels that give the book a very Harry Potter child appealing feel.  It's sophisticated yet fun, and children and adults alike do not look dinky reading it.

This one is not bad at all.  Look, it has an fun and alluded image at the top.  You can't make it out, but it has an air of fantasy and fun.  The title is festive.  This is a book anyone could be caught reading, and they would gladly explain what it was about.  It's fantastic.

Here is where we get into "bad cover" territory, BUT not quite.  This cover should be found in the book section at Ingles, between Her Secret Secret and Dark Curse of the Moon.  It even has the "I am a cheap romance book" font on the cover, with a scarlet backdrop.  Bad marketing, bad.  [Although I'm sure Ingles is exactly where I'd find this edition, so maybe it was good marketing?]

This is almost there.  Weird Photoshop-ing, awkward muscular guy who is definitely not 12 holding a knife and there are some bubbles.  Oh, and there is an eagle.  No lie, it's bad.  But, it could be worse, as I will prove with the final edition, and hence forth, the worse edition I have ever seen, and ironically enough, then one I have.  It's probably rarer than all these covers put together.  *sigh* Prepare now.

...

AHHHHHHHGGGGGHHHH.

THE MONKEY.  THE UGLY GUY WITH THE BAD 90S HAIR CUT.  HIS EYE.  CATCH THE SINGULAR USE OF THAT WORD.  THE LETTERS SHINE TOO.  AH.  AH.

The monkey represents my disgust at this cover.  This is how I looked when I look at this book.

(Oh, and "hey there Mulan!")

Guys, no doubt, this is the worst cover of all times.  When I was looking for it in the library, I literally picked it up and gagged a little.  I hid it against myself and crossed my arms over it so no one would have to see the humiliation I felt.  I almost went to the public library to see if I could find a prettier copy, and I have yet to read the first chapter, because it humiliates me so.  It's taken me about a week to pick it up again, but guys, it's so baddd.

It may be ridiculous to feel this way over an innocent book cover; but the instant someone sees you with something like this, they think you play Dungeons and Dragons or something.

So, after I finished The Golden Compass, I did not read The Subtle Knife, because I had to take a moment to recoup and not feel guilty about reading from something so ugly.  Instead, I read the latest installment in the House of Night series:

Oh lordy.  SO.  Although the cover is bad it's not BAD like my other example.  It's not really that bad, it just makes me feel like I probably own a Team Edward hoodie or something and they call me "Kitty."

Discuss?  [This is for Alex - Spoilers, so WAIT TO READ!]:

Um, you'll find this in your several notes penciled in your book.  Some say, "Oh...okay?"  Other discuss how strongly I hate the word (or lack thereof) "boolpoopie."  OTHERS, as you will find near the very end of the book, express every emotion I ever have that are notated in nothing less than glee.

HEATH LIVESSSSSS... sort of.  But this is all I care about.  And I'm pretty glad with what happens to Stevie Rae and Rephaim.  Otherwise it wasn't that good.

This is all.

-Me

Liversss

So, acting II has been canceled for today; sort of happy; not looking too forward to Psychological Gestures, although it is over the top, so therefore, RAPTORISMS abound.  There is a girl in the UC who is wearing a Slytherin tee-shirt.  Naturally she also goes by the name of 'Kitty' and wears animal ears.  Oh, how our fandom is perceived.  i.e. badly.  The same people in her group are talking about Wizard Magazine being canceled.  I now see what it's like to be surrounded by me.

I don't really know what to type at the moment, except I'm enjoying Chic-Fil-A and I have a company meeting at 5.  *le sigh*  There are somethings I don't like; that company is sometimes one of them.  They screech for 'professionalism' yet I think my cat is more professional [professionally awesome, that's what he is.]  I suppose I'm supposed to feel super *connected* with the company or something, and we're supposed to be a family.  But only three people out of the 25 have actually bothered getting my phone number on the sake that they actually like me.  And I retract that, because one only contacts me in regard to homework and the other one only gave it to me so I could pass it out to girls.  And the other one is Chris, so we know how that one goes.

BUT yours truly feels bad if she doesn't volunteer for something so alack, I am house manager.  All things considering, I prefer this.  First off, I actually somewhat know how to run house, secondly this means while the show is going on I get to sit outside and read books or study french; possibly the latest HoN book if I can remember what happened in the first 7.  House of Night books and I go way back when it comes to doing WCU shows, and this cheesetastic vampyre boarding school series is so bad, but like a car accident, you can't look away.  It makes me mad though, because the puny human never wins; in fact HE DIES.  :(

Okay, so Alex gets it because she actually owns the book.  We go way back, Alex and I.  Mm, Dr. Flamez is all up in yr stuff.

This morning  I was driving and I was so cold and why can I still see my breath? The car is usually warm by the time I reach the bridge, and it was just very cold and very bad.  That usually means my radiator is acting up, but I checked the gauge and no, it was fine, and I kept going.  But still, SO COLD, so I passed the taxidermy, and sure enough there it was on hot.  So I made it to the Cullasaja BP and parked, and sat there and called my mom and went inside and looked like a moron because I kept staring at the section that housed the, um, contraceptives.  I didn't realize I was staring until later [there were q-tips and toothpaste in the section too] and WHATEVER.  I also looked at the movies.

Lucas Grabble now stars in a new sensational, 3 dollar gas station special:

You remember, Sharpay's not-gay brother who is the only one in the series who can truly sing.  Apparently, 'Food Boy' can make food appear out of thin air or something.  That's his power.  Then he battles with if he wants said power or if he wants to be normal.  To me, this is a no brainer:  first off, YOU CAN CONJURE FOOD.  Who wouldn't want that power?  Secondly, um, no packing your lunch and having soggy tomato sandwiches, because you can CONJURE food.  Thirdly, ship that kid off to Africa and feed those kids; it's like, the end all to world hunger.

Although, I'm not going to lie, I almost want to see this $3.00 DVD Gas Station special.  God knows that I dearly love to laugh, and expecially when it's at someone/something's expense.  Heck, I'll even laugh at MY expense.

My mother showed up before I could make said purchase, to pick me up, and Subaru Jim is coming to pick Sevs up.  Subaru Jim works on Subaru cars.  He is has a shabby garage and it has a plethora of Subaru vehicles on the front.  He knows his stuff though, and rumor has it that the Subaru corporation actually contacts him on things regarding them.  He also is very apt to be appeasing and take care of the situation fairly and honestly.  He fixed Sevy the other two times his radiator messed up (and that time I blew a head gasket.)

OH YA'LL.

Apparently, Sharpay is offering her, *cough* talents in an all new movie, Sharpay's Fabulous Adventure.  I kid you not.  Ya'll this, this, is bad.  And it's straight to DVD; rightly so.

Speaking of High School alums, dear Vanessa Anne Hudgens [don't get me to convay how very much I dislike her] is STARING in a new movie.  Beastly is the name, and although I do NOT like her in any way, I will admit that the 13-year-old fan girl in me is very excited for this movie.  Not to mention the guy who plays the beast might be the most handsome movie star I have ever seen.  In my life.  No lies.  I want him.

And he's British. *swoooon*

Mentioning him, they are wanting him for the lead [one is speculated; one is for sure] in the next two movie series that are alleged to be the next IT.  One is The Hunger Games by Susanne Collins and the other is Mortal Instruments by Cassandra Clare.  The former is absolutely MAGNIFICENT and I love it with all my soul and spirit.  Can I express how much I love it?  I love it more than the food it describes, the formidable mangy cat within its pages, and its heroine -  May I be you? Except, you know, without actually being you.

Alex understands, and I declare it now: it is going to be the next Harry Potter and I tell no lies; and their are no wizards!  And it's still amazing.  How is this possible?!

The other one is a little bit of a laugh in my mind.  Being as ingrained in the Harry Potter fandom as I am, Ms. Clare used to be, *cough* a famous fanfiction writer.  Of Harry Potter; or should I say The Draco Trilogy, if that one doesn't make you guffaw like a loon.  And now she's famous...?  I'd be okay with this (to some degree) if she hadn't been accused of plagiarism for her fanfiction.  It's legit too; I've read the reports. I mean, this series has the markings of everything a book shouldn't have:  author avatar, leather pants, the 'Luke, I am your father,' aspect, the fantasy kitchen sink.  And most of all, she named a story she wrote about Ginny and Ron hooking up The Mortal Instruments as well. In case you're not familiar with HP, Ginny and Ron are brother and sister.

So... next Twilight anyone?

Anyway, the beautifully handsome actor in the movie above is wanted for both movies.  Sadly, The Mortal Instruments refuses to march forward without him, and this is a travesty.  He'll stain his name forever.  Don't do it Alex, don't do it.  :(  Go play Peeta and make bread and stuff.  And let me be Katniss so we can kiss in caves.  Mmm, cave kissing.

Did I mention I think he's super hot?  He's also going to be in a Disney movie about the number four or something.  LOOK, he's my new celebrity crush and he will have a place in my heart next to Ryan Reynolds and Chris Evans.  No, not that Chris Evans.

These nerds in the UC are killing me, and my internet isn't working in here anymore.  So I'm going to go the library and print stuff and sleep and maybe buy food or something.  May check out a book, may check out a movie, or I may just be.  Perhaps see if Tommy is in the CMC.  I miss Tommy.

Oh, and turns out I need a new radiator.  Dazzling.

-Me

I'm not paid to write blogs.

"I'm surrounded by Harry Potter nerds...maybe we can just talk about nerdy sh*t instead of history today"

As I sit in History of Theatre, obviously not paying attention, I see that the girl in front of me has written this in her notes.  Before class started, I was geeking out about my boy Harry; apparently she didn't appreciate it.  Every day she brings a 2 liter of Mountain Dew to drink during class.  Yes, a two liter.  Did you know Mountain Dew is the most hazardous of all the sodas in this world?

(And yes, I am slightly insulted.)

OMG Dr. Beam speaks French, he just told us.  He adores Harry Potter too.  Guess whose getting my BFF charm?

He also confessed that I'm a bigger Harry Potter fan than him.  YES, YES DR. BEAM, I AM.  They're are something you don't argue with me over.  And that is who loves Harry Potter more.  Because it will always be me.

I hate history.  I cannot convey how much I do.  I love math and science, and you know I like literature too, but I LOATHE history.  I sort of dated someone once who was majoring in history, and I though, nope, this'll never ever work.  If  history was all about religion, culture, magic and forbidden affairs (essentially: dramatic), then I would soak. It. Up.  BUT, it's like this.

Emperor:  I'm angry and I want your country.
King:  NO, this is my country, find your own.
Emperor:  Um, I will.  And, I'LL TAKE YOURS.
King:  But, Why?  All we have is sheep
Emperror:  Because I'm angry and I need sheep.  Battle commences: NOW.
King:  Oh noooo.
[WAR HAPPENS, AND IT IS BORING.]
Emperor:  I own you and your sheep now, whut up.

And then the same thing happens again.  And then, because of the war, everything was influenced by that.  See, that's beyond boring, AND I don't really care.  Sometimes, history can be interesting such as, the Holocaust, and...well, that's the only thing that ever interested me in history. And slavery is interesting as well.

I also hate memoirs/nonfiction books; I don't care about real people.  People are always honest and never dramatic and/or interesting. And no one every anything cool like a wizard who has to fight evil.  They just build schools for Iranians and stuff, and I sort of don't care.  I had to read a book for school; or I was told I had to read it, although we did nothing with it.  It was called Three Cups of Tea.  It went into how a guy built schools and went into the horrid details of his living arrangements in America and how he received letters with money, and yeah I don't care.


Am I heartless?  Perhaps.  Oh Merlin, 17 more minutes until freedom.


Is it bad that I'm blogging in class, making out like I'm typing notes.  Yes.  I'm paying to listen to Dr. Beam for an hour and fifteen minutes.  But, you just don't understand.  Although Aquatic Melodramas are sort of interesting.  I may listen now.

...or not.
I thought I'd be adventurous today and claim my life, and so I did something, adventurous (?), in that I bought a hot chocolate with soy milk.  UGH.  But the guy who took my order was nice, and when I asked him if soy milk was good he said, "Um it's like an organic thing or something."  And I thought, YOU KNOW WHAT, I'll do that.  And then he gave me two pennies and I got excited and he told me, "now don't spend that all in one place."

And then I saw that guy from art walking outside the window, and I thought, ew, boys.
And I realized I miss my two boys.  :(  Volpi rock climbs now; he really likes it.

Anyway, my hot chocolate was disgusting and I downed it because it was $2.98 and I don't waste things like chocolate.  But then again, beans and chocolate do not mix.  Eugh.

Abigail and I are buying a box of Bagel Bites today and have a feast in the CMC.

And I'll talk about Acting one entry or other.  Acting is fun, and I'm not scared to pieces for once.  And musical theatre kids, har, what is that?  I don't claim to be an actress, and I'm actually pretty bad, but I finally see the difference between performing and acting, and, what is that?


2 more minutes.


OUT.

-Me

Dear Anne,

I'm going to start with the beginning of this story. It's a very lengthy story, and if it's boring or not is up to the reader. But it probably is.

It is a story that begins in in the summer of 2009, the first year of my internship and the first year of the SMCPA. Somewhere during this time, Scotty told us of his plans in doing 'The Diary of Anne Frank.'

I can remember my instant reaction to this news: "I want to be Anne Frank." Visions of me up on the stage, portraying the lively Jewish girl who's story is often the center of the Holocaust occupied my thoughts. Later that week, I ran/drove to the bookstore and picked up the most well known copy of her diary, "Diary of a Young Girl," or the version that is known as being lovingly written edited by her father. I can still remember Chris and I getting drinks, and him shuffling through my new books, looking at that one in particular, stating, "you want to be Anne Frank, don't you?"

I told only my closest friends of this dream. I didn't get a whole lot of encouragement; I could tell they didn't really believe in me. I suppose their logic was this:

Captain of the Nerd Dazzlers

Does not equal the Jewish face of the Holocaust who has actually done something worthwhile with her life.

That, and this could not possibly equal anything that resembled attractive acting. I suppose they *rationally* thought, "well, if Anne Frank is supposed to look like a raptor on stage, then Rachel would be perfect."
On reflection, I really can't say for certain if I didn't end up looking like a raptor.

Flash forward to July 2010. Interning yet again, I silently took note of the calender inscribed with 'DoAF Auditions'. Chris and I were personally in charge of copying the audition packets. Every time a page came out, I read it eagerly. Chris, who, at this point, had heard of my dream 500 times, (and had yet to give me true encouragement but didn't hesitate to say "why are you so boring,") hears them yet again. I stealthily took one of the packets and rushed it to my car, eager to read the scenes and work on them. A little while later, I sprinted/drove to the library and sat, packet in hand, working each of Anne's lines and finding her intentions behind them.

Gradually, audition day loomed forward. I had practiced in front of several people, all of whom had good words to say, although I will say they were all immensely partial. Either that or they didn't want to kill my spirit and tell me that I looked like a raptor. *shrug*

I had read the diary. I dressed as much like Anne as I could, without losing some sense of modernism. I brought my packet and I was ready.

...I also spent the whole hour before auditions crying over this cat that was squalling at the humane society, and they kept telling me that they were going to have to put her down if she didn't get a home, a.k.a. the ol' guilt adopt.

:( :( I hope, to this day, that Cleopatra survived.

Anyhoo, I had prayed many things in preparation for this day:
1. I would do my best at the auditions; well enough to earn the role
2. I would have the courage and knowledge on how to do it
3. God would obtain the glory if I was to do it well
4. And most of all, if I was to be cast or not, I prayed that God's will be done.

I showed up at auditions and did my pieces. Scotty called me up for every Anne Frank piece, which made me think I at least had a shot. I had heard many rumors that the role was already promised; but I didn't care. I tried my best to control my body, to be subtle and focused. After auditions, I thanked God, for I felt as if I did my best and I knew that He was with me. I spent the next few days in peace. My mother, bless her, told me she knew that I hadn't got the role. She didn't say that out of harshness, but in her eternal theme of 'reality.'

But I kept my faith and I couldn't help but have a good feeling.

The day came, and the cast list was posted. Amanda called me into her room, and I literally exploded with delight. I thanked God, I thanked Jesus and then Scotty. In that order. I had never been more happy. I proudly went to Garret and said, "Garret, I need my script." I stroked said script, I told Scott my great news, and began to pour over all the stage directions.

After this, I began checking out additional books. A lot of books. I found the expanded version of Anne's diary with "30% more material," and not lovingly edited by her father, which I read as well. I checked out photo books, Miep's book, Anne's friend Hannah's book, research books, biographies, books with the stories Anne wrote about fairies and dwarves; which is just a step away from magical wizards, so don't tell me we're not kindred spirits. Most importantly, "The Critical Edition" - which is essentially the diary, complete with spelling mistakes and everything else.

The more I read, the more I began to see Anne Frank in my mind. I slowly began to relate to her; I found similarities between the two of us, similarities we had before I even knew her. Like Anne, I feel closest to God when I am enveloped in nature. Hence why I frolic through the woods.

She is an independent and free person like I, and even I will admit that I do believe that people are really good at heart (except Scotty.) After a while, I began to know Anne. I knew what she would do and what she wouldn't do in her every day life. She had become my constant friend and kindred spirit. One who understands me.

Not to mention she faced a lot of the same battles as I did. And that was the battle of not being taken seriously. (Shall I redirect you to the above picture?)

As I became deeply involved in rehearsals, I found myself understanding her even more on stage. I knew what she would do and how she would feel. As for executing this on stage, that was a different story. I thank everyone for the patience they had as I rowed boats, ski jumped and seduced Peter with my sexy, telephone voice. It was definitely a challenge. I especially thank Scotty who walked me through, step by step, on how to do it. I had the most notes of anyone, but I am thankful for this, because not only had it kept my humble, but it has also helped me do my best.

Before I knew it performance time was here. Everything was set and ready, and all I had to do was show up. Regarding the performances, I prayed only that I would do my best, and that somehow my performance would lead people closer to God and that it would allow them to pick up Anne's diary or Wikipedia the Holocaust and discover some things. I know, it sounds cheesy. But I also prayed and I still hope that my performance satisfied Scotty in the end. I never did overcome the ski jumping thing, I don't know if I ever did become spunky enough, and I know some nights were almost over-energized, while on Sunday I was a drag.

I know that he was rather pleased with the show, and I hope I helped in that happiness. Being "a swan" in rehearsal and being one at a performance is two different things, and I hope, beyond hope, this was achieved.

I have received many complements. From my fellow actors, peers, my mother and random audience members. But, the way I look at it is, most people aren't all that hard to please. Besides if any part of my performances were good, it was God and not me, I assure.

Reflecting on everything, I can say that I do feel as if Anne and I have went through something similar. Where as she developed into a writer, I feel as if I have developed somewhat into a true actress.

Now that it is over, I can say that this is probably the most depressed I have ever been after a show. I am sad that it's over; but I'm mostly sad because I feel as if I have lost my best friend. For two months now, Anne has been my constant companion. I have done little without at least considering her. If it were any other character, I know I would not feel this way. After all, very few characters are non-fictitious characters, and rarely are they so relatable. I suppose, in a way, Anne will always hold a special place in my heart. I doubt I will ever play a more meaningful role in my life, as that of Anne Frank. And really, I don't want her to ever leave. I like her; I like her company. And who says that she has to leave?

I'm rarely this sentimental, and my blogs usually consist of things like raptors and the dumb things I do such as dropping my phone in the toilet (my current epidemic), or my misadventures in theatre, or Chris and his spandex. I still have to write about many things, but spandex has no place in an Anne Frank memorial/Acting journey/Thanksgiving To God Blog. (Or does it...?)

A funny thought that often crosses my mind is, what if Anne was born in 1990 like I? What if she had the privilege to be raised in the freedom of the USA? What would she be like? What if her only worries of the day were having dropped her cell phone in the toilet? What if she was 19 years old, and had a car and went to college, what would she be doing? Would she listen to Lady GaGa while driving down the road? (Oh, you know that she would love Lady GaGa.) Would she be going for a journalism degree? Would she be writing a blog, instead of a diary? Would she be writing about reading the diary of a 15 year old girl who died in the Holocaust?

Would she be like me?

-Me

I would be the dead prisoner.

So, when was the last time I wrote a blog...? I have no idea.

Why the abandonment? Well, it has something mighty to do with college. Anymore, I am always so very, very, very busy. Not with anything important mind you, just stuff. For example, every Monday, Wednesday and Friday at 11 I eat with Troy. We eat at this taco joint every MWF off campus. Troy's current obsession is being fit, so while he gets a whole wheat burrito with grilled onions and spinach (no, seriously), I get to eat his chips because he has to be fit. He always gives me good chips too, so I usually get double the chips.

This is what my life consists of.

So at night, I have this problem where I stay sleepy all day (especially right after school) and I just want to nap, but I want to sleep at night. So I don't sleep. But then, at night, I go to sleep and it takes me like, and hour to fall asleep. Mind you, I get all rilled up because I imagine things (mainly living at Hogwarts) and I get excited and I can't sleep, but eventually I have to just relax and sleep. It's frustrating.

I've also gained this new love for any blue sports drink. If it's blue, and a sports drink, I will devour it.

So, I am currently in Joesph and the...whatever. The title is too long. You know what I speak of. It is such a fun show... but very, very exhausting. I'm a fairly fit person (yes, yes, I know, I don't look it, I'm so fat, etc.) but when "Poor Poor Joesph" rolls around I want to collapse. Although, my favourite scene is "Close Every Door To Me" because I lay on the floor. It so relaxing. Just don't be surprised if I end up playing the dead rotten prisoner.

And may I say, I am immensely impressed with how magnificent my solo is in "Go Go Joesph". Why, I daresay I embody that man. "Hey Dreamer..."

And, my dancing has sort of improved, right?

So, yeah, lets talk about College.

COLLEGE.

I LOVE college. I'm not particularly good at it, I have a handful of friends, but I really do enjoy it. I am beyond ready for summer though. All these papers are pilling up. I have to design all of The Glass Menagerie for an Honours Contract, I have a French skit, I have to write a lesson plan on Death of a Salesman and I an ecology paper, another honours contract in Francais. I love French though. I won't say I'm good at it; in fact, I'm dismal. But I have always enjoyed it immensely. -OR- Mais, Je me suis amuse quand parle francais.

Okay, so that is actually saying, But I have always enjoyed myself when speaking French, but more or less, its the same. My vocabulary is limited, okay?

I also have Voice and Articulation, which is hard. Seriously, I am awful awful at it. We're talking about 71 awful. Something about voiced vowels throws me crazy. Do I score it, do I not? Lessac, your books pictures are funny, may I at least colour in their pupils? I can at least say I'm decent at the NG Oboe. Like I got the whole section right. *note: it was the only section I got entirely right. That and the "is it unvoiced or voiced" section and the cognates section. Linking easy as pie. Seriously, I want to kiss it it's so easy next to scoring. Vowels, meh, I don't know. I haven't done the homework yet.

I also have Dr. Beam. We are kindred spirits. There is no denying it at this point. He has the vest that says 'WADA' on it, and I was the only one who knew what it meant. You know what it meant? "Wizardry Academy of Dramatic Arts." From Harry Potter. Yes. Dr. Beam is a Potterphile. Like obsessive too. On his door, it has the Hogwarts crest and says, "Dr. Richard S. Beam - Professor of Theatre Wizardry."

He's tries to out Potter me sometimes, but, because it is impossible, I've mauled him. Or shall I say, I've stupify-ed him.

Right now I say au revoir, for I have to go get my hair trimmed. I hope you are all dazzling, and I hope the wood nymphs treat you kindly.

Yours truly,

-Me

This is: Not a Novel.

Several, Several Mini Things:

First, this makes me think of Scotavi:

Secondly, some links:

New 'Eclipse' Teaser Poster

Sort of boring, sort of not.  I'm neutral about it.

New Moon:  As Told By Lolcats

Abigail'll like it no one else does.

The Snow Queen

Disney's future endeavor.  Although I am beyond excited for 'The Frog Princess,' I am EVEN MORE excited about this one, because it is based off the book by the same author of 'The Little Mermaid.'  Which is very dark (in the end she is turned into sea foam AND the sea witch CUTS her tongue out.  Crazy.) so hopefully this'll be dark...?  Probably not because it's Disney, but still, I'm excited.

And thirdly:  I reviewed the new Harry Potter [and the Deathly Hallows Pt. 1 teaser] trailer here.  IN ALL CAPS.  BECAUSE I WAS EXCITED.  And it's not very funny or anything, but it has been done.

And now I finnish my pizza, and go watch Hunchback of Notre Dame because I hear it somewhere in the UC...

-Me

PEE.ESS. My Kelly is coming home soon.  Snuggling shall commence.

PEE.ESS.ESS

I'm beating all my friends on School Of Wizardry.  Huzzah.

Regarding: EVERYTHING.

Regarding: College.
For some reason, I am totally in love with college. I dunno why to be honest, because there is no actual reason other than I'm incandescently happy when I am there. I do adore my classes (Ya'll, I'm better at a rapier than I thought.) theatre and otherwise. I make 100s on everything in communications, I'm a wiz at sociology, and I can actually move sort of in sync with everyone else. (Wait, WHAT?) Yadda, yadda, I'm a genius essentially, etc., etc.

I packed my lunch the other day because I was in school from 8 to 5 with no break (...ugh.) and it was the most adorable thing you've ever seen. I had my Mickey Mouse lunch box, with my Ariel sandwich box. Inside this box was a dinosaur shaped sandwich. I had a little giraffe container with grapes, Disney Princess fruit snacks and a juice box. I felt like I was 7, but it was worth it because it was delicious.
PS. My sandwich was peanutbutter and jelly. Mixed. To perfection.

Anyhoo, we had make up and we were dealing with crepe hair. A little known fact is that, other than my nudiphobia, I also have a fear of hair wads and or anything that has to do with fake hair. Abigail, when we were little, she would take it out of Barbie brushes and rub it all over my legs and it was the singularly most creepy thing ever. To reinforce this issue, she sends my pictures of hairwads. Gah, they are creepy. So in class I about had a conniption fit within, but I did it and it was gross, gross, gross and let's not talk about it anymore mkay?

Blegh *shiver*

So today in communications we had this little nugget on persuading things. I thought she wanted an actual cause on something to persuade. So I found an actual cause... I was pretty much the only one.
While everyone was doing speeches on flip flops, chapstick, Snuggies, boxer/briefs, iPhones vs Blackberries I got up there and did corporal punishment and how it should not be illegalized.

And then to pretty much go against everything I just said my teacher said to not spank a kid in public. Thanks.

Still made a 100. I'M LUCKY.

Speaking of Snuggies, I am now the proud owner of one. I really have two objectives in buying it: 1. it was on sale and it'll keep me warm, and 2. I want wear it and do a dance to Mika's Love Today (Google it. It's my theme song.).
I got mother one for Christmas. Hers is pink. Mine is blue. They really are worth the investment although I am going to lament to the Snuggie corporation that they need a snap upon the back because it keeps falling off my shoulders.

I also bought the mystery egg and you put it in water and it hatches some creature and you don't know what it is until it hatches, but mine was a dino. I was sad because I wanted a lizard or a duck, but i was just grateful that it wasn't a snake. I wouldn't have minded the gator so much though.

Back to persuasive speeches, I realized once on one wants to hear about corporal punishment I'm going to do my BIG persuasive speech one one thing: Don't read Twilight.

Which leads us right into...
Regarding: TWILIGHT.

So, why do I say this? Because of the negative messages it sends girls. And she actually is letting me do it. I'll try to ignore that I have read it. And that I love it. Hypocrisy is crazy. But, you know what, I have evidence (yes, like Academic Journals on the subject), so lets run with it.

New Moon is soon upon us. I have no idea when I'm going to see it, but I am going to dress up am going to see it. I guess.

Alice remains awesome. AWESOME. My gosh, I'm so excited to see her steal that porche. And be awesome. AWESOME.

Anyhoo, some links regarding the phenomenon:
New Moon Review
My hope has been renewed

Burger King and Twilight Join Forces: Because That Makes Perfect Sense
...okay, so I do want a crown.

Robert Pattinson Fan Hospitalized After Poster Fight
To quote the article: "We've witnessed first hand just how dedicated and, erm, excitable Robert Pattinson fans can be, but we're still shocked that one of them ended up in hospital after having a fight over a poster! A poster? Not even the real thing? Or a life-size cutout at least?"

It wasn't even for a twilight review. It was for some documentary called Robobsessed. Seriously.

Guys, my pity for Robert Pattinson is absolutely ridiculous. God bless him. Seriously. I would also like to note that I liked him back in HP years when he played Ced. I was in love with him then. When you sit through 3 hours of Vanity Fair at 1 in the morning so you can see the back of his head, I call that commitment. (Mind you, I was 15.) And I cry every time he dies in GoF. EVERYTIME. Especially when Amos is like, THAT'S MY SON. I mean, COME ON. If you don't cry at that, you have, literally, no heart.

I just don't like him as Edward as well. But he has been the sort of, bridge crossing between Harry and Twilight. So when the Twihards say "Well we have Robert Pattinson," we can be like, "um, so do we. Along with that we have an actual plot, an alternate world, likable and real characters, decent writing, plethoras of imagination, oh, and Alan Rickman."

At this point we are in the Department of Mysteries and we are stepping through door number whatever to go into:

Regarding: HARRY POTTER

So, *sigh* there is this application I have been introduced to multiple times on Facebook. It's like MobWars but a, *sigh* Harry Potter version.

Need I remind you all that I am amazing at MobWars (apparently humility is not my thing today.) but it has got rather tiring keeping up with it. After all, I don't really know anything about guns. And keeping up with the Mafia is really not so much my thing... but the game it's self is fun. Add these concepts with Harry Potter... genius.

This is called...wait for it...
The SCHOOL OF WIZARDRY.

*facepalm*

I have A LOT of issues with it. Firstly, does it take that much effort to call it "Hogwarts?" I know, I know, copyright infringement, etc, etc, but can you not smack a disclaimer on it? Have a page of advertisements to keep it up and running instead of having to buy those dumb hall passes. Speaking of which... hall passes? Really? House Points is more the token if you ask me. Just saying.

Adding to this, they can't say 'Hogwarts' but they can say, 'Diagon Alley,' 'Quidditch,' 'Tom Riddle,' and all the spell names? Perhaps my biggest moment of disgust was when I saw 'Platform 9 1/2.'
ARGH. If you HAVE to get creative with it at least call it 'Platform 9 6/8' OR SOMETHING. At least that reduces to 3/4. CREATIVITY YA'LL. IT'S DEAD.

Secondly, the lessons. I'm so glad I have to complete the lesson "Accept Letter To Hogwarts" 150 thousand times before I master it. Really? I can just see myself. "Finding letter, looking at address, open letter, read, dance of joy..." and I have to do it 150 thousand times. This doesn't make sense. It just, it just doesn't.

My suggestion is to do actual lessons that you would actually do more than once. Like the mastering of transforming a beetle into a button. It would take practice, so technically, an attempt would take 150 times and it WOULD MAKE SENSE.

But what throws me is the stuff I have to buy to even do half these "lessons." Like, why do I even need a Sorting Hat to try out for the Quidditch team? Or why do I need 5 wands or 4 robes. I can see why I would need multiple spells for SPELL POWA but, seriously, I just don't get it. I just, I just dont.

WHO EVEN OWNS 8 YEW WANDS IN THE WIZARDING WORLD. 8 YEW WANDS; TO THEMSELVES. NO ONE.

Why do I even need a yew wand? That's the VMasters wand.

What floors me the most is that I'm a third year and I already own 16 pieces of real estate. More importantly, when was buying real estate ever important in Harry Potter? Other than the Weasley Twins, it never was. And you can buy 10 of their jokeshops... for whatever reason.

Another thing that bothers me is that after a while you can upgrade your character, from the initial ones you have. The ones offered are Harry, Ron and Hermione. Ron was my choice, but with so many *scoff* hall passes you can upgrade. So, I know Draco is an option, but I have NO IDEA who the other four are supposed to be. This bothers me, because I'm like, the Harry Potter genius. Before you tell me who you think they are, I remind you that they are all Gryfindors. I would say the small girl was Ginny, but she looks more blonde so I simply do not know. IT'S KILLING ME.

Saying all this, and lamenting on how very much I hate the imprefections of this game, I AM SO UTTERLY ADDICTED. I cannot get off this stupid game. I will not quit until I am a fully
qualified wizard.

May I also note that I am the only one of my order to have mastered my whole first year. I am the only one who can proudly say they sport both a silver and gold robe. Whatever I am to do with a gold robe I know not.

Oh and I can duel people but I just prefer to do a whole lotta lessons, so I waste all my skill points on that.

[please send me every spell gift avaliable. I want to catch them all. :( ]

My gosh, I am such a nerd.

I'm going to quit now before I show anymore of my nerdism.

-Me.
Pee.Ess.
Regarding: Kelly
SHE'S COMING HOME. YAY YAY YAY YAY. Life without Kelly is like the most massive hole in my soul. I write this because it rhymes like the times.

I do love Orange Soda...

Because Sociology was canceled, and I am going to wait and eat lunch until my lunch break, I am currently in the library, and I feel like expressing my...dorkiness to the world; mkay? Mkay!

This is titled: Why I love stage movement.

Why do I love stage movement? There is really only one reason. I am not particularly good or particularly fond of it. It's not a camaraderie class, or a easy class. It's hard and I have to work to be decent. BUT, I love it. And why?

Because...it has scope for imagination:
Yes, while I am doing all my silly stomping and marching, squats and statues and what not, there is always one thing going on in my mind. Today, it was Mulan.

As we march across the room, to our distinctly asian music, I have one thought running through my mind; I. Am. Mulan. My warriors are all around me, all men, and I'm the secret woman. I have proceeded to sing "I'll Make A Man Out of You," all day today. Complete with warrior march. While I go to class.

As I raise my invisible "spear," it is not a spear to me, but a wand. I raise that wand and imagine my billowy robes. As I do the whole "move like taffy," exercise, I stick my arm in the dueling position, ready to AK* some of Voldemort's posterior.

I raise my hands in front of me; I am Rafiki raising Simba while on pride rock.
When we do sitting statues, I am not just Rachel; I am a super hero, in flying position. And yes, my name is often 'The Feline Avenger.' My cape billows from my neck.

After doing 3 minutes of marching (Yes. 3 minutes. Of solid marching. My thighs are becoming quite hard.) and when I have to arise from the ground, I pretend I am a vampire, a newborn. (sorry, all you vampirelore people out there; twilight sparkly vampires will always be my favourite idea of a vampire.) Or a tigress. Or something even stupider.

When we do our rapier work (yes, me. With a sword. Lord help us all), I pretend as if I am slashing Zombies.

And we do everything to either Asian Techno or Asian Swing or Asian Battle Songs. Give or take; imagine that.

[end of nerdfit.]

I hope everyone is well. I saw Annie and it was quite precious. Jazzy was stupendous. And everyone else was alright. :) And that pencil moustache really suits you; reminds me of something else...

I found a hotpink guitar paperclip in the library. I'm taking it; because it makes my day. One has to find the small things in life to enjoy. Sure life is tough but we just have to count our blessings. I was feeling off yesterday, and I thought, "God, why ever are you not showering me with blessings? I don't understand. I'm a decent Christian; I have a slight potty mouth and I gossip something awful, but I'm trying to fix myself. I love everybody and try to do my best in everything; but why are things not going my way?" But then, I started thinking about it, and things are going my way; slowly but surely. And I am truly blessed; but it's all about patience my friends; patience.

My motto that has been deemed a stupid motto by someone who is even stupider is this:
Pray about everything, worry about nothing, and do your best.

[end of Godspeech.]

Speaking of speeches, I got my grade back from communications on my Zombie Speech (In 3 parts: The Zombie's Prevalence in Pop Culture, The Zombie, and Survival), and I made a 100. Speaking of this, reminds me of something else: I have this whole outlook on life where I will things to go my way. When it involves me at least. I pray, and then I will that I'll do well and... I do. It's fascinating. "It's like magic!"

...I fell like such a freak. More so than usual. :(
I also feel a bit like Pollyanna. "Let's play the glad game..."

Sadly, I do play the glad game. I was talking to Chris the other day and he was complaining about having so many scripts to read and I told him it could be worse; he could be bald. He agreed; that would be worse. We then figured out that he would be bald when he got older; I think it disheartened him a little. And then, after this whole eye surgery deal, I told him it could be worse. And he didn't see how, but I told him he could be blind. And he agreed, it could be worse.

...I'm so infectious. I'm like the happy disease. And I'm using a whole lotta semi-colons (;) for some reason. Pardon me, English teachers as you wriggle in pain.

Actually my happiness is making me vomit a little because it's so out of character. I am usually so... snarky.

So, onward with snark. November 21st, New Moon is arriving to theatres. One of two things is going to happen: I am going to dress like Alice Cullen, the love of my life who I want to be so bad it hurts; and I am going to squeal with girlish delight at the whole experience because I secretly love those books with all my heart that isn't taken up by Harry Potter or Nutella. Which doesn't leave much space, but you know...whatever.

I do like Edward Cullen, I do. I like his broody prissiness. I just don't like the fact that he watches Bella sleep. That's... creepy. That and the fact that he actually goes back and oils her window so he can properly sneak in without making a sound.
Edward: That's creepy.

I do hate Bella though, although, as bad as Kristen Stewart is, I do enjoy her portrayal of Bella. She takes the whine factor down a lot. And I am thankful. I do hope she plays off the whole "Edward's gone," thing better than Bella does in the book. 4 blank pages with nothing but months on them to show the passing of time... please Bella. No boy is worth wallowing in self pity! I haven't done that since...
...
...Let's play the glad game! At least Edward isn't dead!

[Just kidding; the last time I wallowed in self pity wasn't too long ago, (I usually light a candle and listen to Celine Dion and just...lay there. My mother tells me I can be a little dramatic. *sigh* C'est Vrai.) but as for the matter of doing it over a boy, I don't think I've done that since like, the 8th grade.]

But let's talk about High Brow literature: Harry Potter.

Voldemort is. The best. Character. In this world. EVER.
I love you, I love you, I love you.
I am Lord Voldemort. That was always my Harry Potter nickname. Well, technically we called me Lord Voldiepizzle [My gangster Wizard Name; yo.], but still, more or less.

Which brings me to the birthday present I still have to put on my car. Kaley [lovingly] sent me 5 bumper stickers that look like this:
I can't find an adequate picture, but they say "Republicans For Voldemort."

Now, yes, I realize this is supposed to be an anti-republican joke (Oh, you liberals are so witty!), but, once I am both Lord Voldemort and I think Lord Voldemort is the...cats meow, AND I am a God-fearing Republican, it must go on my car. But where to put it? I think it needs to cover up that cheesy one that says "And what difference do you make," that I didn't put on there because it's cheesy. No one will help me take it off though, because they think it's cool. Blegh.

...HARRY POTTER RULES.

So, yeah, that's life. Pretty delicious, I daresay, but busy. I read a lot. And watch A LOT of Disney movies. And Anne of Green Gables. I'm getting in touch with my inner child or something. Whatever.

Speaking of reading, I have one tiny qualm to discuss before I exit. If I, have to read, one more book with a beautiful but unnoticed heroine, who gets the dreamy popular guy and they fall in love within two weeks, and no one notices her but him, and oh, she's so special now, and wait, SHE IS SPECIAL in the way that Jesus was special to her whole entire race and she's going to be the saviour to them all, all while having her dreamy mancake and being gorgeous and unique and interesting, I AM GOING TO BARF. All these cheesy teen books are so cheesy. I've read a few lately because I'm not feeling up to reading the meaty classics I usually read, but heck, I'm dragging those bad boys out. I cannot take another selfless and gorgeous heroine. I can't. I can't do it guys.

WHY CAN'T A HEROINE BE FAT AND UGLY UNIQUE. I feel like I'm ugly, (I've already figured this one out; it's good to be ugly [in fact I favour being ugly] because then people like you for you and not for your looks. America is obsessed with looks; it's good too be liked for more.)or at least not ubber attractive by normal standards, and I'm unique and interesting. AUTHORS, QUIT MAKING YOUR HEROINE'S BEAUTIFUL. I'M TIRED.

Thank you Jane Eyre. For simply existing.

(sidenote: WHY IS THE HUNCHBACK OF NOTRE DAME NOT A BROADWAY MUSICAL [besides in Germany.] I WANT TO KNOW.)

I'm going to go get lunch now. G'dbye.

-Me.

Pee.Ess.
GUYS I THINK I'M PSYCHIC. NO SERIOUSLY. I had a dream last night that my mom worked for Sesame Street and she had kept Elmo, Grover and Oscar the Grouch and they were in my closet. I don't know why I dreamed this because there was honestly no catalyst.

THEN I FOUND OUT IT WAS SESAME STREETS 40TH ANNIVERSARY. THIS MORNING.

I. Have. A. GIFT.


*Avada Kedavra: The Killing Curse. DUH.