A Course in [Bad] Make-Up

I first started wearing make-up when I was in the 6th grade. My mother has fortunately always been quite willing to compromise when it comes to make-up. The only thing I wore in the 6th grade was foundation and an eyeshadow from Clinique named 'Sugarplum.' It was purple. Yes, at 10 I was wearing purple. I know; it explains everything.


I have always loved make-up, and I probably, okay I do, wear more make-up than most human beings, to the point of often looking like a tiny gypsy. I've went through so many weird phases [Oh, hey there 80s hooker make up!]and today, I have settled on some sort of silver/black combo thing. It brings out my eyes. *bats eyelashes*




So, today I began looking at my 'make-up' morgue from my theatre make-up class. And I thought "this would be a FANTASTIC thing to share on my blog." Now, I know, you don't care. BUT, I like sharing! And especially when it includes poor workmanship and morose expressions! Soooo, TO THE BLOG!

TWO FACE

This is the Glamor/Normal face.  So I look really made up on one side and not so much on the other.  See, with 'Glamor' you want to fix all those ugly attributes on your face so you look pretty.  Yeah, I know, it didn't work.

And ya'll are right; my hair does look like a helmet.  Huh.

This is also my "I'm gonna kill you Susan for making me take dumb photos and posting them all over WebCat so everyone can see."  It's a subtle look.

This is TWO FACE in that I amplified stuff on one side and lessened it on the other.  See how my nose is really wide on one side, and really big on the other?  Or my lips are two different shapes?  I look totes disproportional.  And I'm not squinting; my make up is making me look like that.

Actually, I think this is a highlight/contour face.  See one side is light, because I used highlighter to make everything BIGGER and then on the other side I used contour to make everything smaller.

I'm such a genius.

MIDDLE AGE:

So old and depressed that I look like my mother.  Turns out I'm much better at middle age and old age NOW but, at the time I was ubber proud of this.  I always felt like middle/old age make up is the easiest for me.  As for wounds and fantasy...ah we'll see.

And please note that nose is crooked.  I would say that it is the make up, but if you look at every picture, you'll note that, no, it's just crooked.

*sigh* Only me.

OLD AGE:

Okay, so I was just bragging on my old age abilities, and this...isn't so good?  Look I was learning!  But it isn't bad!  Right?  Right?

My hair looks very, very, very bad.  But it was up or something?  Look, I'm old in this picture!  Turns out Old Age day is the most depressing of them all.  Sighs all around.

The future is scary and my nose is still crooked.

On another note, I'm better at it now:

Ah sort of.  Cheap lipstick and liver spots [of sexiness.]  Also I'm a good 10 pounds lighter here, and I'm attempting to seduce you mesmerizing grandma face.  Also, I think I like my nasolaibial folds [see: smile lines] better in the previous picture.  Then again, that's all I bothered with when I did old age make-up that time. 

Either way, I'm foxy.

FANTASY

Okay, before you see, this, this, thing, let me explain.  Susan told us to bring stuff in.  So I brought stuff in.  She had no idea what I should do so she said, "make a skeleton tree god thing."  Andd...I did.  Sort of.

I'd don't think I'd be bad at fantasy make up on a whole; but we only had about 3 different colours, and no glitter, so I was limited in my creative endeavorers ya'll.  Or I would have been a Unicorn...wait...

I was a UNICORN for Halloween.  Yes, I made my costume.  Yes, I was the only one who dressed up.  And yes, Scotty is in the back, regretting the fact that he knows me.  [Or jealous of my skills, either/or.  Yeah, it's probably that.  He wants a tail and a mane too.  I'll make him one for Easter.  Why easter?  Why NOT.]

WOUNDS

So, if you thought fantasy was bad, get a load of this.

I actually like myself in this picture, but I was very rough on making wounds.  Part of me was hesitant to experiment.  And part of it didn't make sense.  It was complicated.  You put lots of colours on top of each other and they make stuff...?  I don't gets it.  I was proud of that slash on my cheek though.

I tried getting brave.  I failed.  Yes past Rachel; I roll my eyes at this as well.

CREPE HAIR

Before I show these pictures, I have some explaining.  I will usually try anything.  I don't give up easy and I rarely say "no" or "I can't do this" when asked to try something.  I can always try, right?  Well, there was one thing I refused to try, and that was the application of crepe hair.  I HATE fake hair.  It literally makes me gag.  I tell you no lies.  When we were little Abigail would rub excess Barbie hair on my legs and arms, and *cringe* it creeps me out like EVERYTHING.  I can't, I just, I just, can't.

SO.  After having a small meltdown, Susan compromised.  I could put it on my hand, vs. my face.  I wanted to kiss her.  But I didn't, because she was wearing a fake moustache.*

I could hardly stomach it.  I couldn't look at it; I couldn't touch it.  Sure it looks rough, but I didn't care because it is disgusting and gross and I just want it off of me.  I'm getting goosebumps typing about this monstrosity.

Onward, please?

*she wasn't wearing a moustache.  But it improved the story, no?

18TH CENTURY

These aren't spectacular, because there isn't much to this sort of make up, BUT I am very sexy in my white wig of sexiness.  And no, there is NO sarcasm, because I'm for real.

Mmm, if I lived in the 18th Century, my milkshake WOULD bring all the boys to the yard.

And just for giggles, here's a picture of the class.  Beasts going to a ball to do fancy stuff like dance and have birds in our hair.  [P.S. HA what goobs.  See, I am the best.]

EGYPTIAN

This MIGHT have been my favourite because there was nothing to it.  I've been doing eyeliner for ages, so it was a simple as breathing, and therefore, unimpressive.

AND LASTLY.

FINAL PROJECT.

AKA. The worst piece of make up known to man.  See, I think in shapes.  Shapes are logical things and I see them easily.  When I draw, and I draw in shapes and then edit everything accordingly.  So, we had to take any sort of artwork and make it into a make-up piece of artwork.  So, instead of thinking some painting that is just a giant mess of swirls around my face [and therefore a fail] I choose this because it had identifiable shapes.

The woman, not the fox.  See how angular her face is?

Unfortunately, we only had one shade of blue.  SO, I had to mix my colours to get the correct shades of blue.    Mixing, and such for many hours makes any person grumpy and in the end, as the HOT lights shined down (which successfully made me sweat through every layer) I was making no progress.  So, I thus gave up and said, "just take my stupid picture, Susan."  I was getting to that whiny phase where I start crying and throwing things and WHY CAN'T I GET IT?

So, without further ado, my really, really, really bad final in Make-Up class.

DO YOU SEE THE LOOK OF DEJECTION?  At the time, I was very near the verge of tears, and Susan could even tell I needed to just call it a day.  See the way I sort of bite my lip to hold back said tears?

Today, this picture makes me laugh; a lot, because I can feel rays of failure emanating from it.  The look on my face just says everything about that project.

SO BAD.

So, friends and family, readers and pursuers, I hope you enjoyed my failures and successes in regards to make-up, and next time I open up the crypt door to my make-up morgue, hopefully I'll have something more attractive to offer.  Namely, an moustache.

Like a fake one, not a real one, because I don't have one.  Jerk.

-Me.

Justin Bieber asks: "Be Mine?"

Sitting hear eating some fries from Chic-Fil-A.  Overall, a fairly stressful day.  But, it's Valentine's day.

As for me I like Valentines day.  Little cheesy slips of paper with Justin Bieber's face on them, fun stuffed animals, angry Facebook status, i.e. "Guess I'll just be alone for Valentine's day.  It's a stupid concept anyway." And, namely the limited edition chocolate.  [See:  Little Debby Cherry Cordials, and Marshmallow Hearts.]  I mean, come on, the candy is fabulous.  Although, those little heart boxes of chocolate are horrid as well as those chalky conversation hearts.  For future reference, to my future lover, I like neither.  And I know, future lover, that's exactly what you'll do.  Jerk.

If you are single and you are reading this with tears in your eyes, sniffling over being alone, I say but one thing: get over yourself.  You're your own person, and Valentines day is just another day that you're alone, just like yesterday, and maybe like tomorrow.  There are worst things in the world than not getting married, or having babies, or not having a boyfriend/girlfriend.  Namely cancer, or having no legs or something.  I don't have the patience for you cry babies.

Cry baby.

If you're upset about being single, why?  I mean, I know there are boys I'd really like to date [okay, one, but I find many attractive], but I'm not going to wallow all over the couch and watch sad romance movies about being sad because I'm alone or something.  Firstly, you're not alone.  You have Jesus.  Secondly, you're still not alone, because surely you have parents or friends, or something...?  Look, being single isn't that bad.  It's a good thing, because you don't have to worry about people being happy and stuff.  And compromising.  Ew, compromising.  Embrace your singleness; not to mention, by the time you're done whining and you accept your life and find happiness in it, you'll probably get with whomever you want.  See if I'm not right.

If you are one of those people who is like, "Valentines day is so stupid," um, I'm sorry?  Look, it is a Hallmark holiday, but what is more wonderful than love?  I'm serious, I love love.  I've written papers on the stuff.  If you can't appreciate the feeling, look at the science of it.  Why do people feel love; what makes them think that they are 'in love.'  Why do sooo many people confuse infatuation with love?  Why does society seem to press on us the importance of falling in love?

These are intellectual conversations to have with yourself, and use Valentines day as a breading ground for sociological observances.

If none of this appeals to you, then remember, you can always Facebook stalk visibly mushy couples, and then relish when they go splitzy doodle.  Is this cruel?  Oh, certainly.

NOW if you're not single, then you may be one of those goons that all the single people hate because you make them feel miserable with all your, "I love my Valentine ;) <3 ;)"  And somewhere a single person cries.  But don't let that distract you; as I stated before, they need to get over themselves and quit being a dramatic bag of tears.  

BUT, realize, that you may be making an idiot of yourself.  After all, no one really cares how much you love your boyfriend/girlfriend/lover/lovers so, instead of being self proclaiming and feeling glee from making others jealous of your in-clandestine happiness, remember, no one really cares.  In fact they probably talk behind your back about what an idiot you are and how you're going to probably end up pregnant because you're so stupid over a boy.

Are they jealous of you?  Maybe.  But then again, chances are, they won't be working at Yankee Candle.

As I sit here in History of Theatre, Dr. Beam [BFF FOR LIFE.] is going on about German Realism and stuff, and I sit here rereading on what I wrote yesterday, I'm going to tell you that my Valentines day ended up being overwhelmingly awesome.  Although I just finished belittling those who openly discuss the happiness in their lives, this is my blog and not Facebook, so I feel fully comfortable doing it.  And if you don't care, then stop reading moron. [This option is not available on Facebook.  Aren't you lucky that I blogged it instead?]

I was going to go to a Vanessa Carlton concert, but instead I went to Seuss rehearsals.  Why I would I do this...?  I dunno.  But I went to rehearsals, and sat with Chris and we gossiped about everything. I know gossiping is wrong, but we have to tell our menagerie of secrets to someone so we've become each others vessel of secrets.

...?

After we got done talking about everyone and everything, I asked him to be my Valentine via note, and he circled "No." Then he drew a cat.  But not Zombie Smudge, because Zombie Smudge is going to get him.  And eat him. Nom nom nom.

Seuss was fun to watch [I only read about half a page in the The Subtle Knife so it captivated me enough.  -To the jerk who threw my book] and I recognized a lot.  Such as shimmies.  I 

After rehearsals, Alex, Chase, TJ, Chris and I went to Fatz and Alex ate all the rolls.  But they brought us more, and Chris let me share his butter, so I ate a role.  Chris then ordered a salad, and I ate it.  Then he ordered chicken, and I ate some of it.  Then I ordered cheese fries, and I ate them.  Do you see why we are friends?  He feeds me.  Chris then put my fries in my box for me because I was doing it wrong.  I think I may have to take my BFFL charm from Dr. Beamz and give it to Chris.  He wouldn't take it though, because he pretends to dislike me.  Deep down he loves me.  Like my cats.

I wish there was such thing as a hero charm, because I would give it to Uncle Scotty.

I have more stuff to talk about, but right now, I'm just going to make this a Valentine entry.  Hope yours was great with lots of Marshmallow Hearts and cheese fries.

-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

This Blog Is Now Deemed Prophetic

Tommy is actually hanging out with me in the CMC and he let me take a BIG bite out of a big chocolate muffin he bought.

The fact that I had blogged previously that I wanted to see Tommy in the CMC and it happened, I must say that my blog is therefore deemed Prophetic.  So therefore, you may henceforth call me Seer Rachel because I'm clairvoyant.

-Seer 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

Jesus take the wheel.

...Thanks Jesus.

And...

HAPPY BIRTHDAY NIKKI.

You're a beautiful human being, and I love you.  I hope that one day I'll be like you; compassionate and funny, clever and charming.  You love Jesus (hey, me TOO!) and that's why your birthday should be mighty awesome.  Because God blesses His own.  You never hesitate to build our spirits up and you really are an influence to me, and I hope one day I'll be nice like you and not mean, like well, me.  Have a marvy 35th birthday and make magic.  Lots of magic.  Like with wizards and stuff.

-Me

Pee.Ess. Oh, and Happy Birthday to you too, Scotty.

...Ah, I reckon I must say something.  Scotty Corbin has been my literal hero for the rough majority of my life.  I tell no lies.  He has taken the geeky 6th grader, and made her into the vision of a swan (Yes, I'm talking about me).  He has patiently endured my awkward phases and has yet to make me cry.  He has infused in me a love of theatre, and has taught me to do what you love.  I will defend your honour as long as I have breath within me, and regardless of how geeky Micky Mouse is, I still want you to adopt me and let me live in your basement.  Oh, please.

Happy birthday to you Mr. Corbin, the invincible.  Thou is my hero.

...and I want you to know that I love you.

Haha, threw you didn't I?  In like, 25 minutes I have Acting class, so to the blog or something.

I have Dr. Beam in the morning, so it's quite likely that I'll be blogging paying attention so I mine as well get my feelings out NOW or something.

I've been angry lately; just because I think.  So basically, there is no reason, just because.  I'm usually a pretty placent person; sort of.  Actually, I'm pretty snarky.  Come to think of it, I'm not angry, I'm just snarky.  False alarm folks!

We finally got my car out of the snow.  My iPod doesn't run long though, so I have 5 country and 1 hits station I cycle through to see if I can find something worth while. I also have 4 cassettes I cycle through:  Sunday in the Park With George, The Music Man, Act II of Cats and some sort of Beethoven cassette.

This is the life of a genius.

I'm in History of Theatre RIGHT NOW.  We're looking at picture of child actors:

Hi-o creepy.  The only thing creepier is this:

Why does it look like a troll?  Apparently this was the 80s.  How unfortunate that I missed it.

I'm sneak drinking a hot chocolate in Niggli.  Naughty, naughty.  And when I say 'sneak' I mean Dr. Beam HAS to see me, but he doesn't care.  Because he's my BFFL.  No hatin', and no jealousy, because I don't stand for that sort of stuff on my blog.

I think I'm going to start making my blogs like, have codes an secrets hidden within them.  And if you're really good at word puzzles or, like, scrabble or something you can discover my secrets.  Like this statement:

Never mind, I don't feel like making a statement.  I'm listening to Dr. Beam right now; not doing stuff like waisting my time on figuring out secret word puzzles.

So school.  It's good and stuff.  I have French 5, and it's really bad.  She speaks french the entire class, and although I can read it like everything, I do not understand hardly anything.  And then she wants me to speak French and it is simply horrid.  I insist ever class to make this the 'party class.'  And she just shakes me off, but I insist, THIS WILL. BE A PARTY CLASS.  We will make you want french.  And that's whuts up.

Oh, and I guy threw away my paper scraps and I was so swooned, but then I wasn't because he's a jerk to me in class.

I was just looking at my GoodReads account, and I have The Odyssey under my 'to-read' list.  I AM SO STUPID.

Um, I have Acting II, and it's going, um, okay?  I think of all my problems [and said problems are vast and numbered], confidence may be my greatest one.  At this point I know what's right; but I'm afraid she won't like it, or I'll do it wrong, or people'll think I'm dumb, so it's not phenomenally awesome.  But, out of all the acting professors, I think I almost like Claire the most.  I feel like she understands me on some weird level, and I appreciate her.  Now, I've only had 3 classes, so we'll see if this lasts, BUT you know, I like her.  I've liked her from Dialects and V&A, and I still like her.

My best [girl] friend just texted me the following thing:  "Do you want me to meet you in the bathroom?"

See, we have this, this, thing.  Who ever reaches our destination first has to go to the highest floor, farthest bathroom, and perch on the farthest toilet.  The second person goes and knocks on the door 3 times, and the person inside squacks.  Why we do this?  I do not know.  But I feel like I've just given away all the secrets in my life.

I leave you with news about some guy I used to know; apparently he's a model or something now.  Found this picture on Facebook, and, um, wow.

Don't think this means anything, because I am a strong woman who is highly independent and is not swayed by something as simple as a handsome picture, but I will say, I'm impressed.  Now your looks match your voice.

Huh.

Well, I'm out of History of Theatre now, and I'm done perching, and now I'm with stupid Jenny, liking the wax paper of her coffee cake.  I'll see ya'll later...

-Me