So It's Friday!

So I wrote out the title and pressed enter by accident (old chat habits) and it posted an empty post. Just a title. So I'm writing this post as fast as I can in case you check the blog and find that I let you down.

It's Friday! I don't have very many weekly woes because I had two snow days this week. Not much to whine about there. Especially because I get paid for snow days.

So a little-known fact is that not only is Friday my day to vent my woes, it's also a day for me to sit in JavaJazz and people watch. I have been doing so for the last half-hour (and will be for the next two hours or so) and my conclusion, as always, is that people are interesting. College people doubly so. There's something about college that is really, really colorful. A lot of people are like "sweet! high school is over, now I'm free to make any statement I want to make!" A lot of other people are under the impression that this is still high school. Then there's me. There are only a few other people like me. I like to revel in my individuality, but really, sometimes it's just lonely. I sit in the coffeeshop alone with my tea and cinnamon roll and watch other people living their lives, then write fantastic things about them, like how I'm pretty sure that guy over there is cheating on his girlfriend, and by the way she talks to him I can tell that the only reason she hasn't found out is because she desperately doesn't want to. And that person walking past? Totally androgynous. Sometimes it's really hard to tell with Asian people because they always have fantastic hair and cute asses. I did not just say that.

Yesterday after school I went to Target because I suddenly realised that I was almost out of all my toiletries. Shampoo, q-tips, toothpaste, razors, deodorant... the most important things. Let me tell you a secret: buying toiletries may be the funnest shopping experience I've ever had. Not even kidding. And the satisfied feeling after I'd bought them all for under twenty dollars (okay, I admit, I bought the really, really cheap razors) was super amazing.

There's a guy who comes into the WC sometimes who reminds me a lot of Daniel. Mannerisms, attitude, everything except looks (yeah, he's Korean). Anyway, I like to think about him because it makes me feel good as a tutor because I help him almost every time he comes in and his writing has shown a marked change for the better over the last semester or so (poor kid took a writing-intensive psychology course before Comp I). Anyway, every time I read one of his papers I'm reminded of the way that Daniel talks about things, in this like totally earnest, transparent way. It's crazy! I have to talk about the students who I feel like I've helped in some way because it makes me feel validated as a tutor. Most of the time I don't feel like I've helped at all, especially when I'm doing an online tutorial and I can't think of anything nice to say. But there was this one girl who told me she was really impressed with me, and another lady who said I'd make a totally great English teacher. YES. Those are what I think about when I'm having a bad shift.

I feel like a total slob today. I got up and decided that I just wanted to be warm, so I put on a couple pairs of leggings, a dress, a sweater, another sweater, a scarf, boots with holes in them, and my coat. I didn't really do anything with my hair either so I'm pretty sure it looks the same way it looked this morning after I slept on it. I'm especially insecure today because I'm sitting next to a girl with really short hair like mine, except hers looks awesome and mine is sad. I always get insecure who I see one of the like three other girls at school with hair as short as mine. I imagine I look a bit orphaned, since this sweater's huge and sort of ratty and my hair's very sad and everything I'm wearing is black (okay, I put on a blue scarf. Happy?). Honestly I feel a bit orphaned as well. When I get home I will be ready for some kind of family activity.

HIPSTER MUSIC. Someone is out in the cafeteria making some sort of awful ruckus. It sounds like someone is blowing on the top of the world's biggest glass bottle and yelling some tribal chant, so I'm pretty sure there's some sort of Aboriginal didgeridoo band out there. Maybe I'll go investigate. I'm pretty sure I'm not feeling it.

-Amy

P.S. I'm not really all that lonely. At first I thought I was, but then I thought about how I would feel if someone came up and started talking to me, and I decided that I'm better off where I am.

Snow snow go away, don't come back another day.

AAMMYY

I'm pretty sure that everyone is pretentious in their minds. Except me. Baha, just kidding.

Yeah, clouds can't be very safe. They're just like misty watery stuff. If I were falling from space, and I fell onto layers and layers of clouds, I bet they wouldn't slow me down at all! I'd just get really wet.

How come in movies whenever they're falling in the sky they never fall through clouds?

Wow your life is way too easy. You get paid for snow days? Thats pathetic!

Heres what I get paid for: working

Heres what I don't get paid for: doing nothing.

My existence is a sad one.

Its snowed a whole lot here. I'm guessing about a foot, but theres really no way to tell. Some places the drifts are like three or four feet.

I guess snow is pretty cool but only because of snow ice cream. Other than that its not cool. It just ruins all my plans. Its waaaay too cold out there to go and like...play or anything.

Last night mom wanted to get the mail so she got all bundled up, and I told her it was pretty miserable, and it was horrible with the snow blowing in your eyes, so she put goggles on. Like, legit goggles. It was possibly the funniest and most awkward thing I have ever seen.

Kristin took a picture and said it should go on awkwardfamilyphotos. I agreed.

Its only about ten degrees out there right now. I really hope it gets warmer. I told myself if the snow isn't gone in a week I'm going to go out there with a hair dryer. I'm convinced that will do the trick.

Theres nothing wrong with getting your inspiration from people. I mean, people watching is kind of weird, and eavesdropping is even weirder, but all writers are really weird, so people will hopefully excuse you. Or they will throw coffee at you. Either one. I say its worth the risk.

Yesterday I got annoyed at how messy my room is, so I made my bed then I put all my clothes that were on the floor (the majority of all the clothes I own) and put them on the bed, and then I got all the empty hangers and put those on the bed too, and started putting shirts on hangers and stuff. Then I got annoyed about my shirt situation, and how I have quite a few shirts and skirts that I will never wear again, so I started making a skirt that is very cool and very Ragz like. Have you ever been to that store? Well this skirt will fit in there perfectly. But it won't go in there, it will go on me. And everyone will think I'm totes cool. Totes migotes.

Well, no yesterdays snow day was not amazing. I did school down stairs all day and then I went out to feed the birds and put something in the dumpster, and the snow was above my boots so I almost died. I almost died anyway, because it was windy and freezing and snowing. Then we played like minds and I made really good snow ice cream. With milk. And Vanilla. And sugar. And a dash of salt. You should try it, its good.

Then I went to bed and froze to death, even though Ali was on my bed all night.

I should let you know that Sheba is just getting crazier and crazier, and yesterday she tipped over a glass of beer on purpose (that was thankfully pretty much empty) and started licking it up.

Also I wanted to tell you that today while reading Acts with mom, sometimes she stops in the middle of a chapter to explain something to me that I already know about. Sometimes she stops in the middle of a chapter to re-read something I just read with more power and weird emphasis on the wrong words.

But today while she stopped to explain she used the phrase "coming out of the closet" I didn't think I would ever hear her say that. Turns out she was talking about people who did magic, but it was still weird.

Stay classy,

-Michelle

Michelle the reason I didn't write a blog post today was because I'm doing nothing. I always think that blog posts about doing nothing are boring and dumb. All I did all day was watch Roswell with Angela, jump and scream about the snow with Angela, walk to Henhouse in the blowy snow with Angela, and eat junky food with Angela. Maybe you noticed that I did a lot of nothing with Angela. She had a snow day too so we spent the majority of the day hanging out which doesn't really happen at all. Tomorrow we'll probably shovel the driveway. Hooray.

I didn't like Midnight Sun, or at least what little I read of it. I thought Edward sounded really pretentious. Then I realised that that's probably what I sound like in my head, got depressed, and stopped reading. It's a sad world.

I don't really mind being stranded here, especially since I get paid for snow days. Hopefully you don't mind too terribly much since you've got all the peeps over there. I'm just trying to make you feel better because I know you're probably ready to go do semi-extracurricular activities with your extended circle of friends. I hope Cloudcare is treating you all right. It sounds less rigid and legalistic than Bsafe, so that's good. But not very reassuring, because really, how secure can clouds be? Clouds can be well-meaning, but can they really protect you?

6000+ words is a lot for one day. Good going, Today I wrote a little bit too. I only wrote about 1000 words though. Maybe not even that. I'm not very inspired unless I'm at school or somewhere. That's why sometimes I feel like I won't be able to survive as a writer, since a lot of the time I get writer's block if I'm not in a public place. I get inspired by people watching. I also eavesdrop on interesting conversations sometimes, too. So if I ever do decide to support myself with my writing, I'll have to get some studio apartment somewhere in a town or city where I can walk to the nearest coffeeshop and investigate the locals in a very non-conspicuous way. Sound good?

School's out tomorrow too. I'll drink tea and make a checklist of things I absolutely can't forget to take to college with me in the fall. Sometimes I believe in planning ahead. Waaaay ahead.

-Amy

CloudCare

Amy you aren't doing anything today and you haven't written a blog post.

I was going to write one earlier, but I have a really good excuse: school.

I've been doing lots of school and I had to write this dumb report about how when the Soviet Union dissolved what its effect was on one of the East European countries. I haven't actually written the whole thing yet. I'm kind of putting it off.

Instead I went to my room and read the rest of New Moon.

Actually, I didn't finish it, but I'm tricking myself into thinking I finished it because I don't want to read where Bella gets mad at Jacob and his awesomeness, and she goes back to the vampires. The dumb vampires.

I read like two chapters of Midnight Sun.

Heres what I like about it, compared to Twilight

1. I like how its not from Bella's perspective. I kind of have a thing against Stephenie Meyer, but when I started reading this I realized that it wasn't her writing style that I hated so much, it was her characters. All of them except Jacob and Emmett and Jared. Well really I like all of them except Bella, Billy, Edward, Sam, Jessica and Mike. ( like Jessica and Mike in the movie, they're great)

2. I like how he reads minds. Its pretty cool.

3. I like how he reads Emmett's mind.

4. I like how Emmett has had like three or four paragraphs in just the first two chapters. Thats more than the whole three first books of Twilight ever gave him.

What I didn't like about it.

1. Edward isn't as bad about is explanations of everything, but he thinks way too much and he never talks. The dialogue to thoughts ratio in this book is like 1 to 100.

2. He makes characters that I thought were cool before seem not cool. Like Jessica.

3. Its the same story, and hes still a conflicted vampire. Its dumb.

UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH. I need to read some Harry Potter or Percy Jackson and get my mind off this. Its annoying.

I wrote 6,233 words yesterday. I was in a real writing mood, but I didn't really have any stories, so I just made one up in my head. Its pretty horrible, but it took up a lot of time which is good, I guess, because what I would have been doing in that time is getting annoyed about twilight, getting on facebook, or watching netflix.

Actually I wouldn't have been watching netflix because its blocked here. I'm dying to know what Claire's dad is up to, but I guess I won't know until this weekend when you come home.

With all this snow I don't even know if you will be coming home. I hope it gets really warm really soon. If its not completely dry and moderately sunny and warm in a week an a half I'm going to bite someones head off. Probably my own.

We got a new blocking system. I think my ode to bsafe opened mom and dads eyes to the real program. Now we have something called CloudCare.

I will write an ode to it also about my feelings toward it so it doesn't feel left out in ode land.

Cloudcare you look happy and care-free

I haven't yet had time to see,

if you're anything horrible like bsafe

I think your name and logo

are like the beautiful colors of the venus fly trap.

you suck us in with your comforting looks,

then you eat us up like helpless little flies,

I will give you time to prove yourself to me,

but I'm very wary of your every move.

I hope you don't give annoying pop ups

when you think adds might be bad

Bsafe was worse than the adds

if you do that then it might just be

the las thing that you ever do

so watch yourself, cloudcare

You better write a blog post.

Mom said its snowed eight inches but I don't know how she can tell.

I think I'll make snow ice cream and think about how my birthday party is not going to be awesome because of cold weather.

I'll also think about heroes, but I won't watch it, because of cloudcare soft billowy white clouds of comfort, care and BLOCK.

Maybe I'll write some more. I already wrote like 2000 more words today. I'm like a cat with my fast writing skills! Too bad this mood only comes about once a year.

I'll see you this weekend. Or maybe not. :(

Thats right. I made an emoticon. And I already regret it.

Stay classy,

Why so woely?

Dear Amy.

I'm sorry you have to sit around for hours and hours. I sit around for hours and hours too, but I guess the difference is that I am doing school the whole time. eehehe.

Mom and dad are going to be gone tonight, so...yeah. We'll have a party and either watch Step Up 3 or Step Up 3 or Robin Hood (animated) or Step Up 3.

Twilight. Fanfiction. I can't even imagine anything worse. The only good kind of twilight fan fition is the whole book from Emmetts viewpoint (not in SM style of writing. That would ruin his whole character) Heres an excerpt of my Twilight from emmett. Instead of being called twilight, it will be called hunklight. Because he is a hunk.

"I grappled with a sea serpent today, and I won. Rosalie was cheering me on. She is beautiful. I drank the blood of the sea serpent then I taxadermied it myself. It is now in our room, where the bed should be. We don't have a bed because we don't sleep. Then I did weight lifting. I'm practicing on lifting bigger things every day. So I lifted weights. Then I lifted my family. Then I lifted the house with my family in it. Then I lifted Washington. If you want to be as strong as me the answer is...No. My hunkliness is unreachable. It is out of your reach. So just pretend like eating your greens will help your cause. Edward brought his girlfriend today. Shes clumsy but she is also funny. Rosalie doesn't like her, but I like her because shes unpredictable and she stutters and she is also annoying. Her and Edward are perfect for each other. They are cheesy together, which makes me laugh a big hearty laugh that makes everyone happy. Then I show off my biceps which makes everyone even more happy. Rosalie doesn't like Bella so sometimes we move away and pretend we're in college or married or something. You don't have to pretend that my name isn't awesome because it is. Its the name of a namean lion that I defeated one day. I'm going to go eat a orangcicle."

Did you like it? I like it. I started reading more New Moon today, and I'm writing a good amount of notes. Like notes about how kissing descriptions are bad form in the first 20 pages. Or how they're bad form period. Then I wrote about how Bella can tell the future from kissing. She is not cool.

Its annoys me. I hate SM's writing style. It is horrible.

Amy you don't just have to sit around and do nothing, you can sit around and do something. Like talk to people. Do you know how to do that? Heres how you do it.

A. Someone comes and sits next to you.

B. You say hi.

C. Depending on how enthusiastic their reply is,

1. If its really enthusiastic you are now free to compliment them on something that stands out to you.

2. If they aren't enthusiastic you can go back to what you are doing

D. Then after you've complimented them they will say thank you

E. You can ask them where they got whatever it is you complimented them on

F. You can talk about the store.

If you want to flirt thats a little different, and I can't coach you on something like that because every conversation is different, but the bottom line of flirting is :play hard to get and pretend like you care.

Pretend like you care that hes hitting on you and pretend like you care that his trig 9 class is hard. Pretend like you care about his life. Its not that hard.

Isn't it awesome how I have so much experience and I can coach you on stuff like this?

If you were my age, it would go more like this. (not flirting, keep in mind)

A. Say hi

B. They reply.

C. You start a conversation about really anything (How cold you are, how you like their hair style, how the carpet makes you want to puke. Generally anything that is on your mind is acceptable)

D. You talk for like 5 minutes

E. Then you ask their name.

F. Now you are free to joke and laugh.

G. You have now past the point of when you see them again you can sit down and start a comfortable conversation.

That might be how it works for college kids too, I don't know.

But if you were flirting, who knows what the conversation would go like, because everyone who is my age sucks at flirting (Like those girls that steal their crushes jackets and stuff, or hit their crush or something really annoying like that). Except for me, of course.

Having trouble with poems?

Heres some advice. Write a poem about what you're thinking about. The funnier the better, because chances are the poem isn't going to work absolutely perfectly, and if its funny, people will think that you thought it through and meant for it to be sub-par.

Rhyme. Always rhyme. Poems that don't rhyme are the dumbest thing. Emo poems are dumb too.

Here I can write you a poem about how emo poems are dumb.

Some people like to be super emotional.

They like to let you know whats in their soul.

But thats so totally dumb,

those poems are for bums.

Tada. Its not very hard. Or you can rewrite a story, like my Percy Jackson poem.

If you are going to have it not rhyme, its best if its a rant, like my rant about Bsafe.

I might have to come to your school with you, like in your bag, and help you with stuff like talking to people and writing poems, and forming a good argument against twilight and twilight fanfic (heres my argument against it: Twilight is dumb. The characters are not strong and they are whiny and un-independant. Except for Emmett. The kissing descriptions are enough to kill a man, --when I say man I mean mankind -- and the story has as many holes as my sock monkey would if I let Ebony anywhere near it. It has as many holes as those dumb blankets that people crochet all the time. It has as many holes as Emmetts tight polo shirts to the power of ten with a popped collar. -- Emmett is totally one of those people who can pull off popped collars. He may be the only person who can pull them off).

I might just have to write you a book of all the stuff you need to know when you go to college. I don't know what you're going to do when you don't have me to coach you on the weekends.

-Michelle

Weekly Woes (I save Vociferous Victories for when I'm Home home)

Hey Michelle. 'Sup. I've decided that Friday afternoon will henceforth be the time for me to vent my Weekly Woes. The big woe for this week is that I actually have the afternoon to vent my Weekly Woes. If, for instance, there was no tutor meeting this afternoon, I would be on my way Home home right now. Home home is my way of saying that I'm returning to the abode in which I was raised. Home is just going back to Mor Mor's. Anyway, since there in fact is tutor meeting this afternoon, I'm stuck at school for the four hours between work and more work.

Today, there was a tour that came to the WC, whose teacher was mean. She told Gwen that she'd rather a tutor didn't lead the tour, because all the tutors do is get "flustered" and "forget the most important things". I mean, it's true, really, but if the woman had any tact she'd be sensitive enough to at least say it without me sitting right there.

I need your help. I started classes this week, one of which was Creative Writing. The teacher is cool but a bit awkward, and the student body is as demographically diverse as is humanly possible. This means that the first class was ample time to get into the Twilight debate, since we have a few vehement Twilight fanfictioners and at least one extremely vehement anti-Twilighter. Not being one to sow dissension, I kept my mouth shut as to where my loyalties lie, even though it's only a matter of time before it all must come out in the open (i.e. when I'm required to peer review Twilight fanfiction, at which time I will tear it to pieces). The teacher didn't even know what fanfiction is, though. Don't worry, he was hastily informed.

But that's not what I need your help with. The fist half of the semester, the class is going to be focusing on poetry. Reading it and writing is and such. And I'm required, over this time, to write at least a hundred lines of poetry (divided into five or so actual poems).

AND I AM TERRIFIED.

I am terrified out of my mind. I don't even know the first thing about poetry, or where to start. I'm the sort of person who removes myself from the sort of people who write poetry! (except you, my dear) This is going to be very difficult. I'm going to need any creative and practical pointers I can get. Should it rhyme? Should it not rhyme? Is it too emo? Does it read like prose? What are acceptable subjects? Can it be funny? I'm not very good at funny, but I could try my hand at it and see what comes out. I'm related to you, aren't I? Mere association with you should improve my poetry-writing skills.

No matter whether you go to Mor Mor's with Mom and Dad or not, I'm coming home tonight. I'm a Home homesick little girl. Right now, I'm drowning my sorrows in a medium Americano. It is good. Almost as good as vodka, which is generally what people end up drowning their sorrows in.

Aaand I just spilled some. Well, it was bound to happen sometime.

-Amy

Sock Monkeys

AMY!

His name is Jason and hes smarter than all the other sock monkeys.

For literature class we have to write a terza rima, which is what Dante (A-L-I-G-H-I-E-R-I) writes in. They go A,B,A. B,C,B. C,D,C. D,E,D. I wrote mine in class. Its about how Jason is smarter and cooler than everyone. Its good. I will read it to you when you get home.

Speaking of which, mom and dad are going up there this weekend, and I think I'm coming with them, maybe possibly. I might come up and then all of us girls will stay up there, and have a party.

I might also have a party and watch all three step ups. again. Mahahaha.

Arg it happened again! I was in my gmail, and then it turned into yours when I signed in here. Don't worry no creepers opened chats with me, because you were invisible.

Today I am all alone. Kind of like every other day of the week. Except this week. I was with people this whole week. I played the piano for a long time today. When you come home this weekend or whenever I see you, I can almost play the whole Hey Jude for you.

Theres a really funny Julien Smith video that I have stuck in my head. I would totes give you a link or something but youtube is blocked on here. So is everything else. Except my school program, grooveshark and this.

Today I saw a failbook that made me lawl:

Status: I'm so frustrated I just want to rip my hair out.

Comment: Don't rip it. Whip it. Back and forth.

It made me laugh a lot, but not enough to forget how I want a phone really bad so I can listen to grooveshark anywhere I want so I can be a cheap person the rest of my life. I think fifteen is a good age for a phone, don't you? I know you don't. It wasn't a good age for a phone for you, but it is for me.

You really weren't doing anything when you were fifteen, so it wouldn't matter. And you still don't ever use your phone. I could steal your phone for a month and you probably wouldn't notice. And if you did notice, you wouldn't worry about it. You were born in the wrong century.

Speaking of centuries, and Whippin' your hair, Willow has a new single called 21st century girl. It hasn't actually come out yet, but I heard part of it.

You know that XKCD where he suggests not buying techno music but just playing the sample over and over and over again? I was thinking about doing that because I feel like it just wouldn't make a difference.

Speaking of techno and stuff like that. I got the Tron soundtrack and it rocks my socks offs.

Me and mom just figured out that next year I'm going to do a new program for school to help me with math. I'm going to do two hours of math every day, and so by the time I'm a junior or senior, I'll be farther than I'm supposed to and I'll be way smarter. I like being smart but I don't like working for it. Thats why I like hanging around people who have no common sense, because they think I'm smart and I don't even try. Ha. Juust kidding. All my friends are way smarter than me.

That hot chocolate is still in my room.

-michelle