My Journey to the End

As anyone who has met me should and does know, I am an avid Harry Potter fan. Being such a fan, I am attending the midnight premiere of the movie when it comes out. I had it all arranged, the people the place the food the time, until I was thrown a curveball, the day after tickets went on sale, telling me that the movie was already in fact, sold out in Annapolis.
The day after Tickets went on sale
It was sold out
I had no ticket.
Panicking, I went on near maniacal rage trying to find a nearby theatre that would suffice and where I was least likely to get shot. Once I found it, I called in the troops and they all agreed to come with me, except I bought an extra ticket and have to find one more troop to take it. Just as I was beginning to calm down I read an article that said all movie theaters have not begun to sell tickets yet. This could mean that the Annapolis Movie Theater isn't sold out yet and I panicked and jumped the gun.
Flup. My. Life.
Only Time will tell how this turns out, however, and if Annapolis does in fact begin to sell tickets soon. Well...I'll figure out something...
This movie better be worth it

Free....? Dress Down Days???

This post is kind of my-life-specific, so if you can relate to it then great, but if you can't - well, you might just learn something new. I go to a private high school which, needless to say, requires uniforms. I've been wearing uniforms to school my entire life and am pretty much used to it, but there's one problem with a monotonous school dress code that bothers me so flupping much - Free Dress Days.

Before you can say "yayyyyy let's go shoppinggggggg" You have to realize what this entails. Everyone at your school who normally doesn't notice what you're wearing is now going to notice what you're wearing, and, if you're a paranoid high school girl, judge you harshly on your choices. In order to succeed at Free Dress Day, you have to know about the day at least two days in advance, that way you can rummage through your teeny tiny closet and find something halfway decent to wear. You will, of course, change your mind five times and wear every single outfit you own at least twice (remember, you don't own many clothes that aren't khaki skorts, white polos, and plaid skirts). After the outfit is semi-decided and your closet is semi-on-the-ground, it's time for you to ask your friends what they're wearing.

You: "hey what r u wearin 2morrow?"

Friend: "haha idk something"

You: "..."

The conversation will continue along this pattern with lots of unnecessary laughing and emoticons, with you ultimately finding out nothing about what they are wearing to school. When Friday finally comes, you wake up early, fix your hair extra special, apply an extra coat of massacara (because you get to wear your OWN clothes) and hop out the door, immediately realizing you shouldn't wear flip-flops to school. Ever.

When you FINALLY arrive at school, all your friends are wearing t-shirts and gym shorts, and you look like your trying too hard to look good and wish you had in fact changed out of the flip-flops you were debating over earlier. Oh and the school charges you a dollar. To wear your own clothes.

Let's just go back to the uniforms please...

Sooo Not the Prama....

What kind of Huckleberry Frolic is this???
As Prom season has come and gone I think we're all a little bit glad its over. We can stop stressing over flowers, hair, makeup, nails, and - oh yeah - dates.

This year was my first experience in the wonderful world of everything prom and I learned many new and exciting things.

For one, finding a dress is not a magical trip into fairytale land. Groups have to be made on facebook, websites have to be scoured, and even if you find a dress you like, you first have to get the approval of your whole school, just in case someone else had an eye on something similar. Not to mention when it finally comes in the mail, doesn't fit, and you have to start all over again.

Going to a small school is NOT your friend during prom season, and any friends of the opposite gender you may have outside of school become your new best friends as they are your ticket to taking those classically cheesy prom pictures you're secretly dying to take. If you haven't already guessed, this is what happened to me, and even though me and two of my close friends did not get asked to the promenade, we all brought friends and had a rip-roarin good time.

Now, it's not enough to simply secure a date for the prom, but you also MUST schedule appointments for everything. Hair, make-up, and nails all have to be strategically scheduled so that you have enough time to go from place to place while still getting your money's worth (because, believe me, they WILL take your money). On top of that, the feeling of panic you get when finally arriving at said appointment only to find that the hairstylist does not perfectly carbon copy match your hair to the picture you brought in of your celebrity dream hair isn't the best way to start off the night. Likewise, the make-up person will inevitably make you look like a contestant on Toddlers in Tiaras at some point in the make-up stage but never fear, if your make-up is going awry, just be assertive and don't silently cry to yourself about how horrible your life must be.

Finally you get to the prom, struggle to put the boutonniere on, awkwardly pose for the "prom" picture with your date, along with 1,000 other photos, eat dinner, dance?, and go to after prom where you PROMptly wish you could leave and go to bed. By the time the night is over, you realize prom isn't that big of a deal.

Oops

So its been a unseemly long time since I posted on my lovely blog, and I can tell without checking that I have no new followers, although i could've told you that even if I had posted a mind-blowingly awesome post everyday till kingdom come (I'm not very popular in the blogging world). So I promise, within the next few day (or minutes, if something astonishingly brilliant his me) I will post something very nice and rewarding for those of you who actually read my blogs. Until then, keep hitting the refresh so it looks like I have more views!!!

It's all over

This is what you look like and
This is how you feel

As promised here is my unfortunate recounting of the horrors of studying for exams - I know I said I would post after the first one or at least right after the last one but I under estimated the recuperation period necessary to recover such an exhausting occasion. Here are a few of the highlights one can expect when studying for exams:

The Fun Stuff:

• The copious amounts of work you have to look over
• The jittery nerves mixed in with caffeine mixed in with exhaustion, that reeks of imminent failure
• Insanity
• Ability to ramble on about ATP and Andrew Jackson... during your math exam
• Crying
• Insomnia
• Narcolepsy
• The jubilation at finishing one exam, then going home and cramming for the next one
• The lack of christmas spirit
• Losing your grip on reality and becoming obsessed with teen drama's, like The Vampire Diaries
• Fatigue

The only good thing about exams is the fact that after the last exam is finished, and you step outside into the cold winter sunlight, you feel...freedom. In some cases like last week it is especially magical as snow begins to fall, celebrating the fact that you are done studying for your flupping exams. Then you pick up your backpack full of over-break school work, and trudge home. At least I got a free mocha at the end of it.

Kick Hard or Go Home

For a fun day of shenanigans this year, my class dean decided that we should have an all out kickball tournament, pitting advisor group against advisor group. Naturally, my advisors were thrilled to find out we had a chance to prove our awesomeness through physical activity. We got seriously into it, donning group t-shirts and a cleverly devised nickname "the Shinmates". Unfortunately for us however, we seem to have overlooked one important skill necessary for winning ANY kind of sporting event, athleticism. The shinmates were "shincompetent" when it came to winning a game. Yours truly even managed to get a bit roughed up in the process of losing miserably. On the plus side though, we had a lot of fun since no one was truly bent on winning, and we managed to win a game in the end! Well, I'm off to manage the 3rd degree burns I have on my face after not thinking ahead and packing sunscreen for our all day sports extravaganza... Oh, the trials of being pale...

Cooking Catastrophe

School Projects can bring out the best and worst of your abilities to think fast, make deadlines, and be creative. Unfortunately, during a recent Spanish Project in which I had to make an authentic hispanic dish, I failed all the above criteria, and managed to make the worst food possible. My first mistake was choosing an authentic Spanish chocolate mousse recipe that was so authentic, it used the metric system for the ingredients! I wouldn't even know where to start putting in 2 DESERT SPOONS of sugar! what is a desert spoon anyway? A really small spoon? It seems like it would be easier if the whole world decided on a global measurement that was easily understood by everyone. My greatest error of all though was not reading the entire directions and skipping the butter that I was supposed to put in step 1. After I had finished making the mousse I had to hastily add in all the butter and when it hadn't melted properly, there were chunks of butter in my mousse. It was horrific. Needless to say the last thing that went wrong is the mousse never solidifying, making it look more like brownie batter then anything else. The lesson I learned the hard way, besides the fact that no one in their right mind tried my "mousse" was that cooking should be left to the professionals, and not me.

Vermont

Back to some warmer weather! (I never thought 34 degrees would seem warm to me!). I had a great weekend skiing in Vermont on a school trip! This is my second year going on the trip and I can feel myself improving every time I step on the slope. Still not ready for black diamonds yet, and I had to learn that the hard way. (Picture a someone taking a miraculous fall down an incredibly steep hill and not stopping until they reach the very bottom) It was mildly humiliating when I snowballed, but I can appreciate the humor in it. Anyways conditions at Killington were great, not too icy and MUCH warmer than my trip last year. If I find pictures I will post them later! (fortunately my demise was not captured on film)

first post...and here we go!

Well I hope someone somewhere reads this. Even if it's just one person I think I will be all right with that. I wanted to start off with something fascinating about myself and witty, but all I can think to say at the moment is I hate running. I don't understand the joy people find in it at all, when i here about someone running a marathon- or even a 5k, I become tired. Now I'm not saying I hate all things athletic. I myself play field hockey and, hypocritically, I run to stay in shape during the off season. But there are people out there who do it for fun. Maybe I'm just jealous of those of you with incredible stamina and toned legs, but I think you're crazy. In shape, but crazy.