Bad Puns

Eye have conjunctivitis. It sucks.

It's a sign.

I kid you not. I woke up with this song playing through my head and it hasn't stopped. I've been humming it, singing it, whistling it, and listening to it play through my head. ALL. DAY. LONG. No joke.

I guess it's a sign that it's time for me to head back to school. Away from the craziness that is my family. Don't get me wrong, I love them dearly, all of them, but sometimes I wish a school vacation was actually that. A vacation. [insert heavy, resigned sigh here]

What noise does a zebra make? Because I should be making it.

Sometimes I feel like my life is mirrored with a particular mathematical theory. This week, it's chaos theory.

No, the zebras don't really have to do with anything, but they seemed like a fitting image for the idea of chaos.

I want to be their friend.

They're two of the most obnoxious characters on television, but they're my favorite two. I love their friendship and their mutual support of each others' dreams. Neither one of them is afraid to be themselves. It's what good television is about.

Top Secret: Mission HP

So in case one couldn't tell, I've sort of been on a Harry Potter kick as of late. I've watched the musicals done by Starkid Productions, watched several bits and pieces of the movies on ABC family, and realized that I don't remember as much as I should for this final movie that comes out this summer. So I'm rereading all of the books. All seven. In a week. So far I've knocked out three in two days, so I think I'm doing pretty well. Granted, those were the smaller ones. We'll see how I do with the larger ones. I know what (some of) you are thinking: Is she nuts? Who really reads that fast? Truth is, I do. I really do. It used to drive my parents insane when I'd finish books in a day or two that would take others weeks to read. I've been told that speed reading doesn't exist. I've read articles that say it does. One that I remember explained why most people can't read that fast. Most people read with their left-brain, which vocalizes the word in his or her head. Speed readers don't vocalize the words in their head. They, instead, use the right-brain, which allows them to see images or pictures instead of vocalizing the word. [Here's the article for anyone interested...] That's how my brain works. It doesn't work with textbooks or reading the newspaper, but it definitely works with novels. Sometimes I don't even remember looking at the page, but I can tell you what had just happened because it's like I've got a movie screen in my head. There's a noticeable difference between how I read informative brochures and how I read novels. There's also a large speed difference. Anyway - I've gotten off topic. The point is, I'm aiming to have the remaining four Harry Potter books read in the next five days. I'll let you know how it goes.

Voldy's Gone Moldy

There's been a Harry Potter marathon on ABC family today. It's been a long time since I've watched them or read the books. And now I can't look at them the same after watching A Very Potter Musical and A Very Potter Sequel.

Oh well, I suppose that just makes it all the more entertaining.

...and then everything seems to work out again.

That class made. The one I needed to stay on my graduation plan. So that pretty much relieved the majority of my stress. Now all I have to do is decide where I'm interning next semester. That's going to be a difficult choice, but definitely easier than having to rearrange the rest of my graduation plan. Anyway... I stumbled across this website today (I was on stumbleupon, go figure) and it had a bunch of cool quotes on it. I really liked this one. I feel like it kind of embodies my life. Sure, I can play normal. I can play "normal" really well. But I'm not normal. My mind bounces around more than a pinball during the day, I'm constantly living another life in my head, and occasionally I still feel like I'm twelve. My favorite color is pink, I'm a big fan of Star Wars, Harry Potter, and most classical literature, I read faster than anybody I've ever met, I have absolutely no short term memory, and my caffeine consumption ranges somewhere between "a lot" and "dear-dead-god-why-hasn't-her-heart-stopped-yet!?" But really, being normal is so overrated. Who wants normal anyway? Normal doesn't have any perks. Has anyone ever gotten famous for being "normal"? No. Nobody has. So that's it. Dare to be different. After all, "well-behaved women seldom make history." [Ten points if you know who said that without googling it]

Sometimes you just feel like shit.

I'm having one of those nights. The rest of my college courses are dependent upon one course that I need this summer that may or may not be offered. So I'm stuck in limbo, waiting around to see if it will manifest itself. I'm both holding my breath and trying to keep my hopes down so I don't end up crushed if it doesn't make. Right now I'm wondering why I chose the major I did. Couldn't I have done something easy, like International Studies or History? No, I chose Accounting. The most difficult major in the business school and probably the most complicated 5 year graduation plan offered. I don't know why I chose death through schooling, I must be a glutton for punishment. Right now all I want to do is quit school for a while, do some traveling, maybe try my hand at writing professionally... and kill that damned cicada outside my window. That little bastard is going to die if he doesn't shut up. But really, if it were up to me, I'd travel - see Europe, Washington DC, New York, LA, Hollywood, Chicago... maybe even audition for parts in TV shows and movies. Not like I'd get any parts, but who cares? It would be the experiences that would matter. I'd take painting lessons, horseback riding lessons, dancing lessons, singing lessons, get back into shape, and learn a hell of a lot more than I would sitting in a classroom. But those aren't realistic dreams. They're fantasies, alternate lives that I could have lived had different decisions been made, by me and by others. So back to the real world. Right now I'm going to curl up in bed, listen to my iPod to drown out that effing cicada, and do some reading. For fun. Because it's been way too long since I've read anything for fun and it might just help me escape from my life for a while...

Pretentious.

Sometimes, like tonight, I feel really pretentious. Not because I feel like I'm a better person than someone else, simply because I'm more well read. I explained that the idea that we only use 10% of our brain is just a myth. We actually utilize the majority of our brains. It sounds really simple, but I felt like a know-it-all. Sometimes that happens. Especially to me. Just because I happen to read a lot more than other people. Oh well.

Supermegafoxyawesomehot. Yes, it is a word.

I fancy myself to be above the fan-girl craziness that surrounds this man. But let's be real about this. He's hot. Like really hot. He sings. He acts. He dances. He plays multiple instruments. He's educated. He's a really nice guy. He's creative. And he's physically attractive. I mean, I can almost smell the pheromones through the computer screen. It's insane. There are a few select people in this world for whom I'd compromise my moral standards. He would be one of them. Besides, he's my age. It almost makes me sick knowing that guys like this exist. But really, all it makes me want to do is get a book published, be recognized as a young, attractive, successful, female writer and get invited to an event where we just happen to bump into each other and he falls head over heels in love with me right there. Yeah, okay. It's a little far fetched. And by a little I mean a lot. But who really cares? We all have those ideas. The crazy, out-there, hair-brained schemes that if we could just achieve the impossible would be totally valid ideas. But the truly insane part of those schemes is that sometimes they work. Not all the time. Not even some of the time. In fact, I think 'slim-to-none' would be applicable in this situation, but that's not what matters. Only those truly brave enough to believe in the impossible ever get to see their 'impossible' dreams come to fruition. That's why some people are so successful. They refuse to believe in the impossible. And so do I. So I guess what I'm saying is this: Darren Criss, I'm on my way.

Getaway.

 

This is where I want to be right now. With a book. And my iPod. And a margarita. In my bikini.

*sigh*

Tonight on Jimmy Fallon

I saw him interviewed again. He's such an outstanding (and handsome) young man. It's amazing the things he's accomplished in such a short period of time. Congratulations Chris, you deserve everything you've earned so far.

Bucket List #2: Shake Chris Colfer's hand.

I wanna be a Starship Ranger.

 

If I could do anything with my life right now, anything, I would work with these talented actors and actresses. The people behind Starkid Productions are probably the most brilliant young people on the planet. If anything, they're definitely the most creative. To be able to be involved with a Starkid production would be a dream.

Bucket list #1: Be involved with (or at least attend) a Starkid production.