Three days left!

As of now, there are only three days remaining before Victoria's Secret stops giving away FREE Secret Rewards Cards! Hurry up, everybody! There's at least ten dollars on every card! Buy half a bra with it! (:

I need 8 Transcripts

Applying for scholarships is time consuming. I need eight transcripts for the ones that I'm going to turn in. Yeah... I am going to be so happy once this is over and my fingers no longer hurt.

Nobody goes on the stockmarket game anymore

Isn't the point of being here every week to check on the stock market game? As I'm looking around here, nobody is doing that. There's one guy playing that game where you avoid the bomb face or whatever the heck it is. Someone else is looking at a floorplan for a house. Or something like that. My racist friend is on blogger, and JaMEEEEEEEEla is looking for a dress that she can wear because she doesn't want to get a slut dress. This "game" has become nonexistant. And I still need to do that essay that goes along with this. I should probably email myself the prompt. Like I'd even do it today. I spend way too much time doing nothing on the computer and going on deviantart chat.
Kittens are awesome.

Fascination

I post way too much

And the spacebar on this keyboard is awkward.
I think one day I'm going to go through all of my blog posts and delete the ones that are irrelevant. If I stop being lazy enough to do even that.
So, if anyone is bored, you should subscribe to me on youtube. Once I reach a hundred subscribers, I'll do the cinnamon challenge for you guys. So subscribe to me if you want to see me die.

Keep Calm

Tips on Memorizing Lines

Hey my readers. I would like to offer tips that I have gathered through years of theatrical experience on memorizing lines.
I had an audition for UCLA last month, and I had to memorize two monologues. With memorizing, I would read the piece to myself a few times in my head. Then, I would whisper the lines to myself without looking at the paper before me. If I had messed up or forgotten a word or stumbled, I would take a quick glance at the lines to refresh my mind, and then I would start again.
I hope this helps some of you guys. (:

Really?

So there's this bitch. I think I've mentioned her numerous times throughout my blog because she just has this hatred for me or something. I don't know why. She hates me because she can, so she does. Anyway, she wants my position. Why? It's not the most important thing in the world. I'm not the most important person out there. Ooh, I get to tell people the information. That makes me almost like a god, doesn't it?
So anyway, we wanted to make this clause where people who want to be "president" have to be in it for like, two years. Right? We originally meant it because it takes more than a year to fully understand how everything works. Weeeeellll, this obviously was the thing that absolutely ruined her plans. Because you know it's my fault that she joined the second semester of last year, therefore it's not two full years. So because she's such a kiss ass, she complained about it and now that's no longer in place. It wasn't even created for her, her ego just made her believe that it was. As if she's that important that we'd feel threatened by her. Ugh. It's just annoying. I just get really irritated when people throw hissy fits because things aren't going their way. It's called life, people. Learn to deal with it because one day you are going to end up with someone that you don't like in a position of power over you and there will be nothing that you can do about it.
I'm going to post a video about this just because behavior like this just bugs the crap out of me and people need to realize that compromise has to happen between everyday people like you and me.

The Worst Day Ever

Ever.
At first, it was going to be the best day ever. Not having to wake up at six in the morning to get ready for school. Being able to go out to a lovely breakfast with my boyfriend. Not being late because of a certain someone who missed the bus. It started out great.
And then Calculus came.
Well, no, the class itself was fine. But the teacher wanted me to stop by during lunch. And guess what? Apparently my mom told him that I would be in that classroom every single day at lunch to work on homework. Fan-fucking-tastic. So he then tells me that I have to go print out the homework assignment. I'm walking in the rain to the library, only to find out that sophomores who didn't manage their time well are in the library making it unavailable for anyone else at this school to enter. So I can't print it out; I'm waiting in his classroom because he decided that it was a perfect time for him to buy lunch. And then after he loans me his copy and I give it back at the end of the class, he has to be a douche and make me bring his binder (on the shelf - within arms reach) AND put it back once he puts his papers back in it. I didn't have time to eat lunch, I'm only mildly hungry because I went to breakfast around nine, and none of my classes after lunch allow me to eat.
And then. And then... Arianna tells me that our Economics class doesn't meet in the library, because the librarian fucked up or something. So instead of walking to the next hall, I go all the way across campus, to find out that we ARE in the library after all. So I have to walk all the way back across campus in the rain to barely make it to class on time.
I want this day to die. I don't care if it has anything to do with pi. It just needs to go away. Like my mom.

Laura Killed my Camera

My camera stopped working. It says that it had a "lens error", but really, Laura killed it. Her "this is my character's reaction to when her high school became integrated" expression was just too much for my camera, so it committed suicide. Thanks, Laura. I just thought that I would give you a little shout-out on my blog here.

This is pornographic.

Laura needs to stop looking at her dancing porn on school computers. Okay, it's not really porn, but when the company is selling leotards for men in nude tones... let's just say she needs to find a new hobby. It almost reminds me of when she undressed to just her unitard, nude tone... nobody in drama was expecting that. It was just bad.
And she just clicked on a thong.
Someone needs to get this chick off of the computer.
Well now she's on blogger, so that's good. I guess. Except now she got distracted by a Mormon school. And she just tried to rape my email to open up a message from Victoria's Secret. Their website is blocked on school computers, I'm not going to open up an email from them on a school computer.
Did she seriously just write "chillin all nakey"? The fuck, seriously?
Lovely readers, the six of you... well, scratch that five since Laura's one... just avoid that kind of typing. How this girl has a B+ in AP Lit is beyond me.

So, moving on... I have absolutely fallen in love with these lip balm spheres from eos. They are to die for, seriously. I have three: strawberry sorbet, honeysuckle honeydew, and summer fruit. I've only used summer fruit so far. I'm scared that I'm going to drop one of the other two like I did with my summer fruit. That made me really sad. I was really depressed that there was a huge chunk missing out of it. ): So don't drop your eos. You will become sad. And Laura needs to give me mine back before she gets bitch-smacked. That's right.

Why blogger is better than tumblr

Not really. Honestly, I'd choose tumblr over blogger almost every day (to my few followers who actually read whatever shit I post, please don't kill me). But the good thing about blogger is that I can access it at school during school hours. All those terrible posts that make no sense and are only about water, chocolate, and how I'm constantly ditched by my group are from me tweaking on here in my Economics class. And I only have six followers. I'm such a loser.

I'm Not A Failure!

I received my first acceptance letter to college today. (: I have to say that for the longest time, I was so convinced that I was going to be a failure for the rest of my life. All of my friends had received acceptance letters way before I had even heard back from any college I applied to. I was so worried that I was going to be stuck with nothing but rejection letters, simply because that's the way that I am sometimes. I always think that I'm going to fail or be rejected, simply to make myself feel better if I end up failing. I think it's a lot more depressing to be convinced that everything is going to work out in favor of the person but then it ends up as rejection.