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The Month of Doom (And Twilight)

Bonjour! Hey, y’all!

As many of you yourselves may know…this is The Month of Doom and Freedom AKA May AKA Our Last Month of High School Month. Yeah, we’re on the three day countdown (or something like that, I’ve lost my ability to count ME TOO! (10+5=25)). I have pretty pureed feelings about it, well blended to the point of super tiredness.

So, to celebrate, what did we do? Of course we watched the series that grew with us through the years of our friendship. (This is the part where I dissolve into tears.) Well, the last couple grew with us, the original ones were out before we met, and I am not talking about Star Wars. This famous (or sometimes more likely infamous) series was none other than Twilight. Yes, we were those girls. We were obsessed with the love triangle of the lipstick-wearing, vegetarian and the vaguely pedophilic, hot headed werewolf. We were a little late to the game, but we made up for the debate by debating other logistics of the execution instead. That turned into reliving the memories from eighth grade on after we finished watching them, though. Neither of us cried, but we also did not acknowledge the countdown exactly, either. It’s hard…to think about the end. I cried watching the last movie for the first time in 2012 because it was the first movie series I’d seen come and go, and it’s hard to see high school come…and go, but those movies still exist and are still watchable and debatable and we still had so much fun watching them and we will still exist after our Tuesday night adventure and we will still have each other and this blog and we will still have so much for and I’m…having to think about it that way, I think. I’m trying not to think about any of it, honestly. We will still have those things and everything else. It won’t all change, even if it feels like it.

Keep your caps in the sock drawer and your gowns in the fridge, fellow graduates of 2016!!! I love y’all and hope we all get through it without too much trauma! ❤ 🙂 😀 😉 😛 :/ 😥 :’D :O 🙂

And no matter what this month is for you, remember to drive safely. It’s road trip season.

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Shakespearean Senior Time Warp

Speaking of last week’s time warps, an end of the year senior English paper is kind of the same. (Knowing about it for a month and waiting 27 days helps that, but whatever.) Basically, we are lame humans of the female variety with broken minds and pained hearts that cannot take the extra time to work together to get lost in the wonderfully crazy rabbit hole that we will talk about next week. That is a promise. For now though, Shakespeare is calling my name in a super witty fashion.

Duces (or however you spell that)! Keep your nose in the blender and your tongue on the frozen pole! ❤ 🙂 😛 😉 😀

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7.5 and Heels #seniors

I would say good evening but ACG’s and my week has been so, so messed up, I’m not even sure if it’s evening. Alas, welcome! Hey, y’all! It is evening/night, and the week has been pretty strange. Messed up makes it sound negative, but it was really just skewed and strange. Truthfully, it’s been a pretty good week overall corsage bruises and (mentally) swollen ankles aside. Oh, and those sore, sore legs from walking nearly 7.5 miles on Monday.

Read as: we had our not-prom banquet on Thursday, and Monday we were back at the dreaded C word (The word is college, if you don’t recall. Nothing too offensive, just vaguely traumatizing.)  My experience walking 7.5 miles was more preferable to the high heel experience, but that is because I am not nearly as girly as I could be. To be fair, I–the girl of the two of us–ditched my heels an hour into the night. Cheater. ;P

So much has happened good and weird alike that I think we’re kind of still processing it. I think our senior status is finally sinking in (or kicking me in the face). Maybe… I try not to think about it. I am just enjoying what comes, or trying to survive the not so hot parts. It will be fun, crazy, annoying, and sad over and over again before it is over, but we will get through it together and slay in the process. We’re going to be just fine, just like you will be if you’re currently dealing with anything majorly life changing.

Until next week, drive safely and SLAY. (Okay, now that I’ve flashed us back a couple of years…………….)

Keep your toes in the sand and your car in the lake. 🙂 😀 😛 😉 ❤ ;P :O

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Hey, y’all. I would like to say that tonight’s topic is because we have done the two previous movies before this one (technically we’ve only done the second because this blog was not around right after the first ;), but… it is still tradition whoops). It will not be a review, just a bit of commentary on it. As you may know, yesterday was the release of the third Divergent movie, “Allegiant.” The quotes are both grammatical and ironic (in the colocalized use of the word). This movie was definitely…a movie…based (sort of) off a book.  

Being the slight tech geek that I can be from time to time, the future tech and special effects were amazing. In my opinion, they were wasteful and irritating, but I guess they were sorta pretty. The movie in itself was not necessarily bad, it just really did not need to be called the third in the series. It seemed to have become the playdough version of the clay model–being the plot from the book–which means it did not dry as well so when it was moved into the camera, it squished and deformed a bit.

Okay, we disagree entirely because I thought it was a bad movie overall. I mean, it wasn’t awful, but if you hadn’t read the series to understand why a few things happened I can’t imagine it made a ton of sense, even if you had read the book it didn’t make a ton of sense. I wish I were an objective viewer, though. I’m pretty sure I’m bias. I don’t know. My feelings were hurt. I was disappointed. I don’t know why they’re prolonging the end of the series. I don’t understand that part either. They could’ve ended it on this movie. Easily. I keep going back and forth on how I feel about it when I separate it from the books or compare it to them. As a fan of more than just the series and ultimately the writer behind the series, I’m grateful that this is happening for Veronica Roth’s sake and the fact it gets the concept of the work to to other people (and encourages them to read the actual books), but personally I wish there weren’t movies at all to wreck this amazing series.

My sense of details is not strong enough to be a good person to really give an opinion because a lot of it is based on the fact that it was pretty (sorta) and the graphics were high quality (like basically all movies are now, but still). I will share my favorite quote, though. It is from Christina: “Keep your hands to yourself or I will throw you out.” They were about to take off in basically a helicopter. It was very her and very amusing. The first movie stuck to the plot line pretty well (well, kinda well–Uriah, Lynn, and Marlene have been missing the entire time), and as a reader of the series, I wish the trend would have been continued. Uriah is a whole other can of worms I try not to think about, though.

Remember when escaping from a bizarre airport turned research lab to drive safely. ❤

Keep your hands, feet, and all objects in the vehicle at all times and your toes in the air like you just do not care. 😀 🙂 ❤ 😉 😛 :O :/ 😦 -_- ;P

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If I Were Famous (Media, Social)

Aloha! I would like to ruin the mood for everyone right off the bat: we lose an entire hour tonight. We are cheated! VICTIMS OF A HEINOUS CRIME, I TELL YOU! (Thanks, Benjamin Franklin.)

Hey, y’all! I will add to that by saying that I really wish I understood when the minutes of the hour just started back at zero and went through the same hour again. However, I have never stayed up to find out, and that would probably be lame anyway. Truly, it’s not that lame–okay, it kinda is. BUT, I have done it. Just…sleep instead. Please. But, that means that we get sunshine for longer (YAY!!!), too, at nights.

That is not the only news from the week. I have now been corrupted (slightly) by the internet {social media} and AJA is to blame for the poor, poor socialites that have to deal with me now. Oh, please, you’re doing a better job than I am and I’ve been working on this for YEARS–like, legitimately six. SIX YEARS, MAN! (Why am I yelling this entire post? Who knows.) Maybe…it’s a lot of banter with the fashionista drama queen version of myself from the other side of the county. Either way, it feels strange, and Twitter is a weird little bird all its own. I mean, I strongly dislike Twitter because I’m not witty enough to be effective in less than 140 characters, but she is doing well! No one should doubt ACG’s abilities.

Awww, thanks. ❤ I’m honored. I still feel a little weird telling anyone who has bothered to hit follow random facts about where I am and what I’m doing that I’m 90% sure no one really cares about, but I am getting to the point where I at least like to think about cool moments that people would care about if I were famous. I mean, that’s basically what social media is for. You just pretend that everyone is hanging on your every action and press post. My main problem is that I prefer to live in the moment than try to post about it, so I don’t post often on social media. Most of the time it happens when I’m bored and there is something other than my face to post a picture of or talk about. o.O Not that you can’t do both, but I feel distracted often. BUT… We’ll see how this goes from here with ACG contributing to the world’s mass communication with itself.


Don’t tweet and drive, which is another way of saying “drive safely.” ❤

Keep your thumbs on the bulb and your hair out the window.
 ❤ 🙂 😉 😛 :O :/ 😀 ;P

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Unfamiliar English

Aloha! Hola! Bonjour! Today’s post is all about language, particularly one horribly terrifying old language (or…form? of a language? Something like that.)–old English.

Pure old English isn’t exactly what we are talking about, or at least I do not think it is. This was inspired by some well preserved non-translated middle English. Whatever it is, it is kind of incredibly nasty. Annnnnnnnnnnnnddddd we have nine pages of it to read by Monday. (I’m not crying! You’re crying!) Don’t remind me. I don’t want to think about it. However (I’m probably going to disagree), translated older English is a bit more bearable (I disagree) than the original versions. Okay, it may not be more bearable, but it at least gets the message across a LITTLE better. If you aren’t like me and can’t understand any of it and therefore make a 50 on a quiz and are struggling to not cry every day for the rest of your life but that’s a totally different story……………………………………….. Seriously, though. I do not like it, Sam I Am. It is totally okay to not like it, but there are some people out there that do like it and I would like to be the shining optimist that encourages everyone to give it their fair shot at least once. After that, form your own opinion, but at least try it. I do not like it with a mouse or in a house. You let me be! I have found this entire class to be quite painful. I really, really hope it becomes easier soon. It’s making me question my entire identity.

The point of this is that everyone has their own opinions about things. AJA enjoyed the poetry section at least a little, and I’m strangely more into the other things than she is. (I really was only “okay” with the poetry section, just like ACG was also. She should be studying English post-graduation, not me.) Even more than just showing that, it is what makes the world go round and neither of us are more right or more wrong to like or dislike what we do from this class. Okay, but honestly this entire class is terrible and I don’t know how you get off with it. I’m teasing… If it floats your boat, go for it. I’ll be in the corner having an identity crisis. 😀

Until next week, drive safely.

Keep your doors open and your eyes closed. 😉 😛 🙂 😀 ❤

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Elephants and Chauffeurs

Hello! Tonight is the night before the day that we all dread internally. At least, on some level… Single people might be lonely or, at least, sick of all the hubbub, and couples might feel stressed to live up to some impossible standard. The good news: contrary to popular belief, Valentine’s Day is just another twenty-four hours we all want to get through unscathed. So, relax, tell someone you love them, and try not to overthink the whole ordeal. Now that that elephant is out of the room (or at least tightly squeezed into the closet), maybe I’ll let ACG get a word in.

Hey, y’all. I need a chauffeur hat. However, I am not a chauffeur, and I am here now. 🙂 You’d be a good chauffeur probably, ngl. That being said, your hair would probably murder the hat. Probably, for everyone not acquainted with my hair, just know that if it is provoked by anything (including brushes) it turns into a monster of frizz. Pencils have lost before, pretty sure. Not the thing you want to mess with unless you’re super bored in math class. 😉 Apparently in college that is the sign of a creeper, though. I mean, it could be more of if that’s how you meet someone it’s kinda weird. Yeah, yeah. Anyway, the facts that my hair is nuts and turns into the bermuda triangle (in both shape and purpose) when it is cut anywhere near shoulder length were the points of that statement, not meeting someone in college. Good. Because you said the c-word, and I think I’m gonna go be sick now. I did not really mean the c-word (believe me, I did not) but it sort of just happened. It was related to this but not the actual c-part.

Still… 0.0 On that note–and my computer’s poor temperament–I must bid you all a good night and remind you to drive safely, lovestruck or not. ❤

I must remind you to keep your petunias on the roof and your paints in the dishwasher. 😉 😀 🙂 :/ :O 😛 😀 🙂

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Productivity and Pictures

Hello from a lazy Anna with a sore throat and much more productive Anna who is not me! I mean, I’m just assuming ACG is going to tell you hello. Yo. I am only vaguely more productive. (Oh, honey… Don’t even… You’ve been social and productive both.) I played with some “window putty” today that I am pretty sure was playdough. I also sang for over two hours and surprisingly my throat is not sore. Those two things do not make me always more productive than she is. (I meant for the day… Obvs. I’m the one with sticky notes afterall. ;P Whoops…carry on, then.)

AJA and I have a conundrum. Well, we have many, but in relation to absolutely nothing mentioned here, we have our senior pictures and quote due in soon for the yearbook.  There is so much that goes into picking the senior pictures, and quite frankly, it is obnoxious. This problem is mostly over for us really. It was a problem, but our pictures are turned in and our quotes are basically picked. Fine, AJA and I had a conundrum.

You have to have a formal picture. Some people think drape pictures are a must have (which they are not …as a person who likes uniformity, I can see the point of them, but I’m not going to complain). Some think it has to be in a skirt or dress. Some are okay with the fact that it looks vaguely nicer than the other one you picked for your casual.

Basically most people use the casual to express themselves. Sporty people use pictures in their uniform, book nerds (not unlike myself) take pictures with books, or wear an outfit that isn’t exactly “fancy” but speaks on something that they truly love. Some people get told to climb into a tree during their session and end up really loving that picture out of the batch.

I would think every school would do this, but some may not include this last picture. We had to also pick out a baby picture. This one can even be the hardest picture to pick out of all three. Do you pick a formal posed studio infant picture? Do you pick a formal posed studio toddler or below picture? Do you pick a candid? Do you have to be looking at the camera? UGH!!! The possibilities are endless!!! Yeah… I don’t know. This wasn’t that terrible for me? I don’t know why? I think my mom knew exactly which picture she wanted as though that was always the sole purpose of that photo being taken. (I think my mom thought I should care more and be more decisive over my senior year and memories when I asked for help.) *sighs* I love my mom.

Basically senior year brings up more than just the end of an era. It makes you think about an era that came even before you started school…and that’s not cool. But I think (contrary to ACG’s beliefs) that one day it’ll be worth the stress. Maybe. Hopefully. I am sure it will be useful and cool to look back on. That fact does not make me care today, nor does it make me feel like a senior to the point that I feel the need to care. I’m coping by pretending that there is a future that’s better than what she’s expecting, I think. *rolls eyes*

Remember, all photos–like all grades and other numbers–are just a moment of your life and never determine the entirity of it. Also, drive safely (which reminds me: some casuals are taken with cars. This is more particularly a “boy” thing, however. Which is stupid, I almost got one taken with my truck and some of mine are taken with an old truck bed. There was also a witch’s cauldron thing involved in a couple of pictures, as well.)

Always use strings for scissors and keep your tongue in the pool. 🙂 😀 😛 😉 :O

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A Week on Poetry

Hey, y’all. Happy day…I guess. I am probably being a cheery sunshiney optimist, but hey at least we had a day today. It could have been night or the zombie apocalypse or fire or ice. Anyway, I digress. Sort of.

Sorry about last week. My computer likes to murder things, which is actually somehow relevant to this week’s topic: poetry. In the past two or three weeks, we’ve studied poetry in our English class, and poetry tends to have one of two focuses: death or love.

We sort of had a week of ice. Or a few days of ice to ruin social plans. It wasn’t even really enough ice to count here (if any). There was snow, yes. It was sort of just enough to be annoying, though, in my opinion. Okay, I am done being a brat about that, now. Go read Shakespeare’s “Winter” for more information.

The poetry we discussed was often about pining, but I do have to say “A Valediction: Forbidding Mourning” has become my favorite despite the fact it’s mostly romantic and I’m not too keen on love poems. I think it’s because it features math and also poetry.

I like the name of that one and the fact that they are connected even when they are apart; it’s a sophisticated kind of love. My favorites are more towards “To His Coy Mistress” because I interpret it all kinds of not like my teacher; “Death, be not proud” because I like the fact that the speaker is not afraid of death because it is not as permanent as it likes to pretend to be; and “Snow White and the Seven Deadly Sins” is kind of too edgy for our high school class, but I found it and really liked the thought that she got away. I don’t know that I could make myself pick a favorite though because I liked most of them that I read on some level.

Another one (that was a fan favorite and a long time personal favorite) was “Do Not Go Gently into That Good Night” by Dylan Thomas. It’s pretty popular overall, too, and a good reminder as any to drive safely.

And don’t freeze. As always, keep your face in the dryer and your quill in the doorframe. 😉 😀 😛 🙂 :O ❤ 🙂 😀

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Why Is It Not April?

Hello, how was everyone’s return to reality? Mine was boring and full of physics (nasty). Oh, wait, we weren’t asking me. So, hey, y’all!!! How was everyone’s return to school? 😀 Or work? Or outerspace?

Outside of school, my Monday consisted of basketball (and for the rest of the week: for many ages and both genders) and some free time and friends. This was the same Monday I only got three hours of the sleep the night before.

The holidays always leave me too much freedom to get my days and nights mixed up. O.O :/ However, we have learned just how done seniors truly get (inner grammarian says “are” I guess, I mean more of become, because it is worse than before.) during their second semester (or how sick they seem to be), and we also learned just how long a week can feel like. WHY IS IT NOT YET APRIL?!? I FEEL LIKE IT SHOULD ALREADY BE APRIL!!! Because there is this novel thing of having to go through January, February, and March first. 😉 😛

Like, I’m not exactly looking forward to making The Big Decision (Which, as a piece of advice, should probably be made before April.), but I am looking forward to being done with everything and the decision being made. (I agree with the sentiment of having made the decision by February sometime.) Totally agree, but I feel like once it is made, my soul will be signed away or something. That makes me think of the song “The Devil Went Down to Georgia.” You’re welcome.

I can’t make words tonight. They don’t order themselves well apparently, so before I say anything offensive. I’m going to instruct that you make good choice and, of course, drive safely.

I suggest being away from the experimental light fixtures when testing and keeping your toes in the puff cakes. 🙂 😀 :O 😛 😉 ❤