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Anti-climactic things in my life
- The Veronicas concert in year 9
- Becoming a year 9 leader (damn, that was a disappointing year)
- Sirius Black’s death in OotP film (IT WAS, DON’T LIE)
- Going to see Phantom of the Opera last year
- The fact that my first raspberry ripple cake was a fail (a delicious, yet weird-looking fail, that is)
- Every single performance of Abba on Broadway this year
- Reaching 1000, then 2000 tweets
- When my brother eats the last of my chocolate, brownies, cake, choc-chip cookies, CHICKEN… etc
- University (like, seriously, bo-ring)
- First driving lesson
- Every single holiday
THE FACT THAT THE FORMAL PHOTOS AREN’T OUT despite the countdown finishing five minutes ago- Formal photos… ish
Mika Mika Mika
I love him. I don’t even care who knows it. I still rock out to Life in Cartoon Motion, which is currently in my CD player.
I need to stop sending myself emails from futureme.org
I was doing so well in this “not crying” stage.
Ohhhh for the love of God
I’m all for celebrating and stuff like that, but drunken karaoke loud enough so the people five houses away (aka ME) can hear it is kind of inconsiderate, considering that it’s currently approaching half midnight.
I feel like I’m turning into a middle-aged, grumpy woman.
The Time Has Come (Pikachu’s Goodbye) - Pokemon soundtrack (2. B. A Master disc)
This song was running through my head all through Valedictory. And then they ruined the moment by playing Graduation (Friends Forever).
I love you, Tom Hanks, but not even you could make me want to watch The Polar Express.
Which is a shame, because I hellbent on liking it. Oh well, you win some, you lose some.
Is it sad I've been waiting close to five years for the formal?
I remember back in year seven when we’d pick out what colour our dress would be. I always dibsed red, even though I know now that it isn’t the most flattering colour…
I imagined corsages (oh my God) and boys in tuxedos and lush waltzes and bubbly drinks (most likely Mountain Dew, I was the lamest thirteen-year-old in existence) and a ballroom (kind of like the one in the beginning of Anastasia). I imagined so much…
And in the end, we’re going to a vineyard. YAYYYYY WINE.
Dan Radcliffe on The Simpsons?
Not only is he on The Simpsons, he’ll be playing a vampire while mocking Twilight during a Treehouse of Horror episode?!
Can’t wait can’t wait cant wait to see this.
LOL from the article: “… We kept trying to ask him for secrets from the upcoming Harry Potter movie until we realized that they were all in the books.”
Ohhh for the love of all that is holy
I hate technology.
Duuuuude
So much is happening right now my head hurts. Last week ever is turning out to be the busiest week ever.
And, since this morning, I’ve been craving red frogs. RED FROGS PEEPS, I WILL CALL YOU NOW AND SAY I’M CELEBRATING SCHOOLIES EARLY. I HAVE A FOOLIE IN MY HOUSE. I WANT PANCAKES AND I CAN’T FIGURE OUT HOW TO PUT EYESHADOW ON HELP MEEEEEEeeeee.
(Yes, that was me melting in this heat. Obviously, my brain is killing me from the inside, which is why this post is probably as non-sensical as me tapdancing on the ceiling like Mr. Astaire.)
I'm taller than Rove...
Which makes me feel horrible, because I’m a seventeen-year-old girl and he’s a thirty-something-old man. I shouldn’t be taller than him.
Having broken glasses is really, really annoying.
If you want to drive me crazy, just break my glasses. I may still be able to see with them, but they’re as uncomfortable as a Christmas party with your enemies.
