Does anyone read this twaddle anymore?

I don't even know if anyone reads this crap that I spout.
I know that it isn't really on any one's to do list.
Truth be told, I don't even think that it is on mine.
So, here goes.
I may or may not continue posting.
There is a possibility that I might, if I'm bored and I need to inspire myself to write.
That was really what this was for, did I ever tell you guys that?
This was just to get me writing, so my writer's block would end.
I hope that it worked.
I think that it did.
I'm writing again, so that's good.
I'm actually formulating plot lines, and creating villains and all that jazz!
It's a beautiful thing.
It really is.
So I hope that you guys don't hate me for leaving you.
I may start another blog - who knows?
Maybe I'll will start one that will allow me release my annoyances on the world.
Maybe.
We'll see.
Till then,
I remain,
Ever unfaithfully, since I don't know when I will write again,
Jennelle Marie Barosin
Oh, and P.S.
I just realized that I spell check is the devil.
Till next time
ELLE IS OUT!

Sorry I Haven't Been Blogging

SOOOOO, where have I been?
Lost in Jonah the Whale.
Or was Jonah the dude lost in the whale?
I'm confused.
Anywho, I found out today that charlieissocoollike, one of my favorite YouTubers, made the UK's Top Something Lads List, or something or other.
He was only one under Johnny Depp.
Go Charlie!
Sorry about that random bit of fangirlness.
So as to where I've been.
I volunteer a lot now, and I have a lot of homework, and I do have a social life, and I have to eat, and there is this thing called sleeping that is a necessity.
So, because of that, the Internet is not my top priority like it was during the summer.
In fact, I'm barely on anymore.
That is just such an unfathomable statement that I think I peed myself laughing so hard.
Whatever.
Have a great Friday tomorrow all!
LOVE ELLE

FYAHIS - HOLY MOSES I LOVE WEEKENDS!!!

So...It's the weekend.
Thank freaking GOD!
Whenever the weekend comes, however, I realize how much of a social life I don't have.
Friday night, I watched Labyrinth with David Bowie and obsessed over how much I love him even though that movie was made twenty four years ago and has puppets in it while I folded ten loads of laundry.
That is the definition of no social life.
Then yesterday I went shopping with my mom and my little brother for marching band sneakers and I got lost in Target (pronounced Tar-jayyy, because I am a loser and it sounds way cooler) and I got my period and I didn't have a pad or my phone. Then I was found.
And then I went home and didn't do anything except mope around and watch a bad Hallmark movie and then take some Midol and then watch a bad Lifetime movie with that chick from Twilight in it. I think it was about date rape, or something. Then I stayed up till ONE IN THE FREAKING MORNING BECAUSE I FORGOT MIDOL HAS CAFFEINE IN IT!!! I was typing the songs that I wrote for Recipe for Awesome, because that shit is totally going to happen.
And today I made hard boiled eggs, did some laundry, and wrote this. Now I have to clean the bathroom, do my homework, clean my room, practice my flute, watch Phantom of the Opera because that is an amazing movie and we get to play one of the songs for the field show in marching band and this paragraph is really long and I'm sorry you have to read this, but you really don't so I don't know why I said that.
Anyway, school tomorrow!
I have long band, so that's going to be a blasty-blast.
At least on Tuesday I get to find out what the school play is, and on Wednesday I get to babysit and make cash.
Oh, my life.
Have a great rest of the weekend folks!
Elle is out!
~Elle

FYAHIS - I Have to Retype My Notes

I have to type my notes for World History.
They are so messy.
Sorry I haven't been posting.
I promise I will be better.
LOVE
~Elle

Freshman Year And How I'm Surviving - Why Are We Learning Psychology in World History?

So I didn't have much time to post after the first day of school, and I don't have much time now because I'm going to hang out with my friends and I need to shower.
Also, my nails are wet, because I kind of just painted them. They don't look quite as good as I thought they would.
Oh well, nothing ever does.
So anyway, Freshman year.
Yes, I'm a freshman. I go a high school. I take all honors classes and am planning on doing that for the rest of my high school career. Except for senior year. I want to do AP courses.
But enough about my plans to dominate academically, because I'm sure that no one who reads this blog wants to hear about that.
Honestly, why does anyone read this blog?
What do I talk about that keeps you coming back?
Dude.
So my little brother is obsessed with the weather and is yelling at me to get off the computer and to stop 'talking to strangers'. His words, not mine.
He's 7.
Why does he act like he's older than me?
The little punk.
Anyway, what was I writing about in the first place?
Oh, right. Psychology in Honors World History. So my teacher is trying to teach us different ways in which to read that will allow us to retain more information because he kind of shamed us on the second day. We did an activity in which we recalled facts from the packet we read last night, and as a whole, each student remembered roughly 5 facts. It was a six page packet.
Talk about shamed!
So my teacher was talking about psychology and how our brains seek out order (I personally thought that mine seeked out disorder with how messy my room always is. Is it seeked? That just sounds so wrong. Suck out...? I'm wrong.) and how that will help us retain facts from what we read.
I'm kind of excited for freshman year.
Anywho, I have to go. My friends and I, being the nerds we are, are watching the movie version of our summer reading book A Separate Peace.
I really hope that Finny is hot because the movie won't be worth it if he isn't!
Have a great long weekend!
I am,
Right at this moment,
And I always and forever will be,
Your most faithful idiot savant,
~Elle

Summer Stories - Volume 12: The Last Day of Summer

Today is, quite literally, my last day of summer.
I didn't do enough.
I really didn't.
And I can't even reminisce about what I did do, because I have to go pick out my outfit because picture day is ridiculously on the first day of school, and I need to do my hair because of said reason, and I need to go read my summer reading because I have 300 pages left and I have and hour.
this is not how I was expecting to be starting my first year of high school.
But then again, when has my life ever gone as planned?
As always,
I am,
~Elle

Summer Stories - Volume 11: I'm Mad/Rainforests

I have just been told by my lovely mother that I cannot attend the slumber party my friend was planning (it was going to be our last hurrah before high school!!!! WAAHHHH!!!!!) And now I have to plan another one because there is no way that I am going back to school without one crazy sleepover to talk about.
Must discuss with my band mates (Recipe for Awesome is SO going to happen, chaps).
Get back to you later.
I look like the Amazon rain forest has taken up residence on my legs. I need to remedy this situation immediately.
Hugs and kisses,
~Elle
P.S. I get to go see Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat today! So excited! I love musical theater!!
P.P.S. I'm not the only one who wants to answer their phone like Kim Possible did, right? 'What's the sitch?' is honest-to-goodness the coolest way to answer a phone. Hands. Down.

Summer Stories - Volume 10: I Need To Go Shopping

Yes, I know that the title of this post goes against everything I've ever said in the past (http://confessionsofelle112.blogspot.com/2010/08/summer-stories-volume-7-shopping-and.html) (Also, I'm sorry, but I don't know how to do links any other way. If someone knows how, could you give me a hand and leave a detailed comment on how to link things without using the URL that would be fantastic!) but I do. I recently discovered by self-diagnosis that I am gluten intolerant. In other terms, no more bread for me. Wahh.
On the bright side, I have lost some weight, and with school looming on the horizon, I think that now would be the perfect time to unleash my svelte new bod on the world (by the way, I totally am in no way, shape, or form svelte).
Also, I'm sick of baggy sweatshirts.
See ya soon, Miss June!
~Elle

Summer Stories - Volume 9.5: Recipe for Awesome (Sans Parentheses) (I Find It Ironic That I Put 'Sans Parentheses' IN Parenthses!)

The last blog that I wrote had the title Recipe for Awesome and JOHN FREAKING MAYER, and while I addressed the JOHN FREAKING MAYER portion of it, I have yet to talk about Recipe for Awesome.So here goes it.On the ride to the stadium where I saw John Mayer, my friend Liv and I were talking and I said the phrase "Recipe for Awesome".
Right after I said that Liv and I both said at the exact same time that 'Recipe for Awesome' would be a great name for a band.So I texted my friend Jacquie and told her about this, since she would be the person that I would start a band with, and she texted me back and that sparked a conversation that led to eight album names and one EP.
Here they are, in order.
1. irunintowalls
2. travisismybuddy
3. Recipe for Awesome
4. GRAND
5. [insert title here]
6. When We Get There
7. Allons Y!
8. The Awesome Is Done.
9. It's All Good In The Hood - EP
So there it is.
My entire music career mapped out.
Now I just need to find a band, write the songs, record the songs, create a following, meet some famous people who love my music, and my world domination is imminent!MWAHAHAHAHAHA!!! TAKING OVER THE WORLD, ONE CHORD AT A TIME!!!!
Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to go write about 90 songs.
Wish me luck!
Musically yours,
~Elle
P.S. {Mwahaha, I am using curly parentheses, which don't count as parentheses in my book. I think that they look like moustaches. Haha, moustache. Anywho, doesn't this post still make sense? Why yes, yes it does {Phineas and Ferb reference!}. But honestly, I think it is a little lacking in the zing department. You know why? It is lacking the essence that is parentheses. So deal with my over-use of them and enjoy the ride, because parentheses are here to stay. Haven't they always been?}

Summer Stories - Volume 9: Recipe for Awesome

The last blog that I wrote (yesterday, incidentally(go Elle). So are you actually writing now? Why is that? Oh, right, your life got interesting for a change) had the title Recipe for Awesome and JOHN FREAKING MAYER, and while I addressed the JOHN FREAKING MAYER portion of it, I have yet to talk about Recipe for Awesome.
So here goes it.
On the ride to the stadium where I saw John Mayer, my friend Liv and I were talking and I said the phrase "Recipe for Awesome" (and yes, the capitalization was discernible). Right after I said that Liv and I both said at the exact same time (she owes me a soda) that 'Recipe for Awesome' would be a great name for a band.
So I texted my friend Jacquie and told her about this, since she would be the person that I would start a band with, and she texted me back and that sparked a conversation that led to eight album names and one EP.
Here they are, in order.
1. irunintowalls (for a long time, I thought that irunintowalls would be the name of my band, but Recipe for Awesome is just, umm, more awesome?)
2. travisismybuddy (That is another story for another day)
3. Recipe for Awesome (since all good bands have at least one self-titled album)
4. GRAND (honestly, I think I say that more than British people, and they're the ones who made they saying!)
5. [insert title here] (I had to go look for the paper I wrote these down on to find the title of album #5. Does anyone else see the irony?)
6. When We Get There (because all good things happen when we get there. Where ever there is.)
7. Allons Y! (Because I had to have at least one Doctor Who reference. It's me.)(This album was previously named Bombs Away!, but Allons Y! is way better, don't you think?)
8. (Personally, I think that this is the most brilliant album name out of all of them. And it wasn't my idea, so I can say that without sounding like a pompous fool!) The Awesome Is Done.
9. It's All Good In The Hood - EP (That is my catch phrase. Fo' shizzle, dawg.)
So there it is. My entire music career mapped out. Now I just need to find a band(I'll think I will recruit my lovely friends, since they love me and want me to be happy)(The incentive of chocolate also works wonders), write the songs(about what? Give me ideas, people!), record the songs(Umm, where? In my basement?), create a following(Tell your friends!), and meet some famous people who love my music (Brad Pitt would be nice) and my world domination is imminent!
MWAHAHAHAHAHA!!! TAKING OVER THE WORLD, ONE CHORD AT A TIME!!!!
Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to go write about 90 songs(I need pudding).
Wish me luck!
Musically yours,
~Elle
P.S. I apologize for the over-use (but who decides when it is over-used, Elle? WHO???) of parentheses (whenever I say parentheses, I sound like I have a lisp. Go ahead. Try it. I bet you will too.). I was in a mood (the mood for food. It's 2:15 and I haven't really eaten breakfast or lunch yet. I want pudding.) for giving you all a lot of extra information (so deal with it). If you want you can just read the blog with out the parentheses - I will post this blog again with out them. I guarantee that it will still make sense (because that is the purpose of parentheses - they add extra information to the story (or in this case blog) that is not needed but good for Trivial Pursuit.)
(P.P.S. I think that Trivial Pursuit is a horrible game designed to make people feel stupid for not remembering those small, insignificant details that the people who created the game found interesting and a whole lot cooler than the actual plot of the movie/book/TV show that they created the version of Trivial Pursuit for.)
(P.P.P.S. I rock at Trivial Pursuit.)

Summer Stories - Volume 8: Recipe For Awesome and JOHN FREAKING MAYER!

Alright, GOOOD MORNING WORLD (it's 8:00 in the evening, why did I say good morning? The world will never know) GOOOOD EVENING WORLD!!!!
I'm in an exceptionally good mood, aren't I?
You know why?
Text message.
BRB
It's my friend Hannah's birthday on Monday, so everybody leave her a comment and then I get to tell her that people all around this world love her in a creepy voice. That would really make me joyous, so make it happen, people!
Anywho, where was I?
Oh, yeah.
Guess who went to a concert last night?
Not Barbara Walters, ME!!!!
And it was John Mayer, with Train as the opening act.
Oh my Holy Moses, it was AWESOME!
Train was so good. I was so glad that we made it there in time to see them, because the traffic was insane, but we made it, and it was amazing.
So after Train, you know, there's about an hour of set-up time where most people eat or drink. During this time, I got nachos and ate them (by the way, they were delicious!) and my friend Liv got a pretzel, but you couldn't eat in the stadium, so we had to sit just outside it while we were waiting for her mom. We also got matching concert tees during this time period.
Anyway, we walk back into the arena, and there are these three ladies sitting in our seats (by the way, our seats were AWESOME! Isle seats to the right of the stage, close enough so that you could see the band and they looked people-sized, instead of like ants. Those seats were also good for something else too, but I'll get to that later) and they are totally smashed. So Liv's mom goes "I think you ladies are in our seats" and one of the ladies looks up and goes "Oh, OK" and then another looks up and practically shoves her beer under my nose and says "Someone spilled beer on your seat" and I say "Really, someone, huh?" and she goes "Uh-huh" and then the three of them get up and leave and as they are leaving I notice that one of them looks like she pissed herself. Oh, I hope that they weren't driving themselves home.
The music was amazing. Honestly, if you can only say one thing about John Mayer, it has to be that the guy is an AMAZING guitarist. Seriously, he could give buckets of his talent away and still be more talented than the average human. It's just not fair. Also, at one point he was playing ukulele and his saxophonist was playing the soprano sax. The awkward guitar and the awkward saxophone unite! And it was awesome. Also #2, John Mayer changed guitars for every song. Legitimately every song. He must have a lot of guitars. I digress.
Remember what I said about those seats being good for something else too?
Well here it is:
I was THISCLOSE to TOUCHING John Mayer!(!!!!!!!)
Liv's shoulder was in the way!
She got to touch his hand though. So jealous!
So he had gone up to the lawn seats to sing a few songs, and then he had to get back to the stage and he went down OUR ISLE!!!!
It was SOOOO COOOLLLL!!!!!
I WAS THISCLOSE TO HIM!!!
All in all, it was a good concert.
My title for this entry was Recipe for Awesome and John Freaking Mayer, and while I've addressed the John Freaking Mayer portion of that, I have yet to discuss Recipe For Awesome, and I don't think I will because 1: I think it deserves its own post and 2: This post is really long and I've probably bored you all to tears, so I will bid you adieu.
Love love love!
~Elle

Summer Stories - Volume 7: Shopping and Why I Am Like the Piggies In That Nursery Rhyme

You know why I hate shopping? I hate shopping because everyone who is the in fashion industry somehow forgets that most normal people in the world don't look like they were built out of sticks by a cro-magnon and don't eat food? I'M NOT LIKE THAT!!! I HAVE HIPS, FOR CHRIST'S SAKE! I have WIDE HIPS! Holy Moses, this is just NOT FREAKING FAIR! So I went shopping tonight, and ended up crying all the way home like the piggies in that nursery rhyme. I tried on about thirty tops and not one of them fit! The only thing that fit was the leggings, and they were ONE SIZE FITS ALL (Oh the irony)! It's just not fair. At all. Not fair, at all, screw the fashion industry. My mother and I were talking on the ride how (well, she was talking, I was snuffling through my tears) and I said that I wished that I had the boobs to balance my fat ass and my mother goes "No you don't! You'd look like Betty Boop!" Thanks BUNCHES Mother. Every teenage girl wishes that they looked like a fifties pin-up cartoon.
Lots of love!
~Elle
P.S. Guess who gets to go to a John Mayer concert? ME ME ME!!!

Summer Stories - Volume 6: I Really Am Going To Miss My Aching Feet

As we all know, I've been working at a day camp with the youngest group, the 6 and 7 year olds. While they can be a pain, and they really never listen, and they are somewhat violent in groups, I really enjoyed myself. I've gotten attached to those kids. They're all so cute. None of them can talk right - they all either lisp or can't pronounce their Rs. It's adorable. And they give good, albeit violent, hugs. They scream like girls(the boys), and get covered in dirt(the girls). They are all good kids. And I'm really sad that tomorrow is my last day.
I'm going to miss a lot of the interns too. I may not know all of you that well, but seriously guys, I know you will never read this, but I love you all to bits and you're all really cool. So thanks for making the past two weeks some of the more enjoyable ones I've spent in my life.
Thanks for putting up with my weirdness.
Thanks for bitching with me about the directer of the camp.
Thanks for laughing at my jokes.
Thanks for stealing animal crackers with me.
Thanks for forgetting my name.
Thanks for liking the same music I do.
Thanks for Who Wants To Be A Millionaire during fishing.
Thanks for being people who I can relate to.
Just thanks, I guess.
Thanks.
~Elle

Summer Stories - Volume 5: Honestly, It Was Just Like Babysitting Sixteen Six Year Olds...Actually, That Was EXACTLY What It Was Like!

So today was my first day at my first paying job ever!
Hooray!
I'm a counselor at a camp that I've been attending as a camper for the past five years, and now I'm getting paid! I've got the 6 and 7 year-olds, and let me tell you, they do not stop kicking! They honestly have so much energy, I have no idea!
And I woke up at three in the morning and it's 8:03 PM right now so I've been awake for fifteen hours, but not the right fifteen hours, so I'm super tired but I don't want to go to bed because then I'll wake up at three again!
I've gone over this.
It's happened to me before!
So I'm going to go hold my eyelids open with tape and pour cold water over my head to keep me awake.
Happy Monday!
~Elle

Summer Stories - Volume 4: I'm Seriously Beginning To Doubt Myself. Oh, And I Hate Rain.

So, I was wondering.
If you read my blog could you give me a shout-out in the comments?
It would mean a lot to know that you actually read this sometimes pointless, sometimes stupid, sometimes funny(I hope) drivel I spout.
So, if you could do that, that would be really, really cool and stuff.
Thanks.
Oh, and I am so mad because I was supposed to go to an outdoor concert today, but it started to rain and I'm really upset.
Oh well.
See ya.
~Elle

Summer Stories - Volume 3: I Didn't Fall Off A Porch! I Was Attacked By Vicious Squirrels In The Forest!

I've mentioned that I was clumsy before, right?
I mean, http://confessionsofelle112.blogspot.com/2010/02/do-chairs-jump-out-at-you-too.html, click here.
I've been writing about it since I started this blog.
Anyway, I think that this is actually a lesson in the choices you make directly affecting your life.
So I was over my friend Hannah's house. I don't think I've told any of my crazy friend Hannah from Hamilton stories on this blog yet. Just you wait. I will.
Anywho, I was over Hannah's house, and she was at soccer practice, so her older sister Rachel and I decide to walk to Crosby's (a food supplier store.) and get cookie dough and ice cream, because that is what girls eat at sleepovers. I don't know why. I think we just have a psychological need to stuff our faces.
So we're leaving the house, and I decided NOT TO PUT ON MY HIGH TOP CONVERSE THAT PROBABLY WOULD HAVE PREVENTED THIS TRAGEDY! Instead, I wore a pair of Hannah's flip flops, and she's a shoe size bigger than mine.
Here's where the tragedy occurs.
Hannah lives in this huge farmhouse that has about forty rooms and is all around amazing, but the porch is really tall, and I'm really... not tall.
And I'm not coordinated.
So I step off the porch, but because I'm nearsighted and I never wear my glasses, I misjudged where the ground would be.
And THOSE STUPID SHOES!
So I land on the ground and my right ankle rolls and makes a horrible cracking noise that really shouldn't be associated with bodily parts seeing as it was really sickening and then I was in the dirt. I honestly think I blacked out for a second, it hurt so badly.
Then Hannah's two dogs, Megan and Molly, decided that then would be a good time to attack me with their tongues. I was just lying on the ground with two dogs licking me all over and my ankle starting to swell up when Rachel turns around. I really think that she panicked and didn't know what to do, so she starts telling me the story of how she fell a few days ago and hit a bird bath while I'm on the ground clutching my ankle being attacked by dogs tongues.
Finally she asked if I was OK, and I said that I thought I was, but my ankle just hurt a little. So I decided to go to Crosby's with her. It was about three miles to Crosby's, and I walked all the way there and all the way back.
That is six miles, my friends, for those of you who are horrible at math, like me.
Yes, I walked six miles with a sprained ankle.
Not the brightest idea I've ever had.
Yeah.
You know, that is probably why it's still sprained badly.
I'm a genius.
So, squirrels or no squirrels, I sprained my ankle and I have two work in a camp in the woods for two weeks where there are roots just waiting to trip me.
I, personally, can't wait.
Happy Belated Fourth of July.
~Elle

Summer Stories - Volume 2: Now I Remember Why I'm Practically A Vampire

Remember all those posts I write about being tired all the time and how I don't sleep enough?
Well, now I remember why I don't go to bed early.
Yesterday was my little brother's birthday party, and my lovely mother (Hi Ma) decided to wake me very early so I could get ready to go to Laser Quest with about eleven 7-year-olds. Now I don't know if Laser Quest is a Massachusetts thing, but it basically is laser tag - you get this huge vest thing with a laser gun and you go into a labyrinthine maze that is splattered with glow-in-the-dark paint and lit with black lights and you shoot people.
NO, my legs did not glow in the black light, thank you very much.
Back to the story.
Laser Quest is one of those activities where you walk a tentative line when you participate in them. I only go about once a year, maybe twice. It's always a blast when I go, because most of the time I go with my friends and we get to go in and shoot each other for about twenty minutes. It's fun. But then you've got those souls who look like they come to Laser Quest a little too much, catch my drift?
They're the kids who know the names of the people working at Laser Quest. They always win. They stand outside the door discussing battle strategies. They look down their noses at common folk like us who just go to have a good time, not to live out some adolescent fantasy of being a sniper in some elite branch of the military. Those kids are geeks for laser tag.
Now, I'm totally OK with going geek for something. I'm geeked for writing. And music. I'm a music snob, actually. But to me it seems a bit too Star Wars fantasy dreams to be normal adolescence. To each their own. Besides, I love Star Wars. May the force be with you, and all that jazz.
What was I talking about?
Oh, yeah - Joshua's birthday party.
This party honestly went on forever. One of Joshua's friends was here till about 7 0'clock. By then I was bushed. I also had spent the day with two of my close friends (hey guys) and had eaten a little too much cake.
So I went to bed at 8 o'clock in the evening.
Do you know how early that is?
It is so early it is still light enough to go for a bike ride and to come back before dark.
I'm surprised I could do it, but obviously I was tired enough. Bad move, Jennelle.
I woke up at 4 o'clock in the morning. Obviously, I fell back to sleep. But at 5 I couldn't take it anymore. I read for two hours and then made pancakes at 7.
And then I took a catnap.
Summer is amazing.
Have a great week.
~Elle

Summer Stories - Volume 1: Sick Socks on the Sixth Sheep Say... Aww, Shoot I'm Sore

I'm sore, and sick, and sleepy.
It's not even seven days into summer vacation, and I'm already sick.
Or, I was yesterday. I'm feeling a bit better today. Still, all I want to do is watch I Didn't Know I Was Pregnant on TLC or True Jackson, VP on Teen Nick.
I'm a sad, sad loser, aren't I?
At least I'm not in my basement watching Buffy reruns folding laundry.
I only do that on alternate Thursdays.
Just kidding.
~Elle

Just A Random Thought...

I was driving in the car with my mom, and it struck me that I will only meet about 1% of the world's population in my life.
I will never know people, and all they contribute.
I will never meet the people I see in their cars on the highway.
Those people in the mall I will never see again.
And that makes me very sad.
But also appreciative of all of the wonderful people I know.
Shout out-I love you all and appreciate you very much.
Thank you for being in my life.
Happy Summer!
~Elle
P.S. I may not be posting a lot over the summer.
If the fancy strikes me, I might, but I'm trying to get a life, and I won't find it on the computer.
No offense.
~Elle

I Hate Sunscreen Coz It LIES

It does. Honestly. The only two times this year I actually spend a decent amount of time in the sun, I burn my entire back off.

And my front.

IT HURTS, PEOPLE!!!

Like really, really hurts!

And I'm graduating tomorrow and I'm wearing a spaghetti strap dress and I'm lobster colored on the back!

What the heck?!

Seriously, I think I spend so much time inside, in my dark basement that I have lost the defense mechanism that stops me from getting burnt like a piece of toast!

My GOODNESS!

I've got very pale skin (I've mentioned this before) and my very pale skin needs to be very protected or else I look like a steamed crustacean.

Going Shopping

So today I went shopping with my mom for a jacket to wear over my graduation dress. I really don't understand the big deal about graduation. Why can't we just wear jeans and a tee shirt and get a slip of paper and just say "cheers" to everyone and get on with our lives?
Honestly, we're only moving down a floor.
It's no big deal.
But, anything to get people to spend money.
I try not to spend a lot of money, so I got my dress at T. J. Maxx but I still needed a jacket because it...well, I need a jacket over it.
Let's leave it at that.
I'm just kidding. I need one because it has spaghetti straps and that is against dress code.
Whatever.
Back to the story - I live in Massachusetts, which is one of the smaller states.
Oh, who am I kidding?
Massachusetts is freaking TINY.
I live in a town so small that everyone else knows where everyone and their mother lives.
Georgetown is kind of like a black hole.
Once you're in, it's hard to get out.
There are people in this town who's parents lived their whole life in Georgetown, and then they lived their whole life in Georgetown, and now they have kids.
I know that as soon as I can, I'm heading out as fast as I can.
I kind of can't wait to split, leave, get to experience life other than living in Georgetown, which is East Kneecaps Nowhere, Massachusetts.
Anywho, back to the story instead of bashing my town, which apart from being tiny is pretty cool.
There are a bunch of malls in Massachusetts, and one of them, the Northshore Mall, has a Forever 21 store, which has three floors and is possibly the largest store I've ever seen in my life. It gives you a headache. It makes you want to buy every single thing you can lay your hands on.
I call this shopping fever.
I didn't buy that much. Just a pair of sandals and jacket for my dress.
I guess I'm kind of oblivious to shopping fever. Or, maybe I've gotten the vaccine.
I had an idea for this post, but I forget where I was going.
OH, right.
Before going shopping, my mother and I paid a visit to my aunt, and then we went to Bobs, which is in Middleton, which, despite having Richardson's Farms, which has the most delicious ice cream known to mankind, is kind of a hick-town.
Not stereotyping; my mom grew up in Middleton.
And I really used a lot of whichs in that sentence, didn't I?
Anyway, in front of Bobs, there was a tough looking guy in a beat-up, old, pick-up truck.
And he had a chihuahua on his lap.
No stereotyping.
I promise.
Happy June 13th.
Love,
Elle

This post has no title because that is how I feel today.

Just no.

That's all.

Finals Are The Bane Of My EXISTENCE!

So I was going to write about Kieve and Creepy Ken, but I don't think I will today. I'm not feeling it.
So instead I will write about the fact that finals are the bane of my EXISTENCE!
Even when they are totally easy.
I was nervous about the Spanish final.
Not anymore.
It was about 150 questions and I finished in under an hour.
That takes some skill.
And the English vocabulary final was, no offense, a joke.
I love you, Ms. Bailey, for making that final so easy.
It took me less than twenty minutes.
It took everyone in my class less than twenty minutes.
It was great.
Oh, and in the forty minutes I had left over after I finished the Spanish final, I wrote about the dream I had last night.
It was bizarre.
Very bizarre.
I was in a dress.
I don't wear dresses.
At all.
But there I was, in my dream, in a ball gown, dancing with a guy in a black mask like Westley in the Princess Bride, around and around a fountain that was spitting lilac water.
It was weird.
It was also the reason I woke up before my alarm.
Good times.
Well, anyway, finals or no finals, the Buffy the Vampire Slayer marathon is tomorrow, and my butt has a date with the couch. If I want that to happen, I have to study that butt off for the Civics final tomorrow.
So, see ya later, alligator.
In a while, crocodile.
Good evening,
Elle

Hey Barbie, Ken Was On My Class Trip! (?)

So, for the past three days, my class went on a trip up to Camp Kieve, the Leadership School, and I'll tell you more about it later, but I just have one thing to say-
One of the guy counselors, not even kidding, looked like Ken.
So that's what we called him.
His name is Sam.
Oh, and he was kind of creepy, so my cabin thought that he would be on America's Most Wanted in about um, let's say, ten years?
Yay for finals!
See you later.
~Elle

I...Sleep...No...GNNGH

As you can tell from the title, I'm barely coherent, so bare with me.
I'm not going to be posting for a bit, since I have finals, and other fun stuff like that, so normal sporadic blogging will continue in less than a month, but other than that I won't be posting unless I really have something to say.
Which probably won't happen.
Enjoy your June.
~Elle

I Should Really Be A Vampire (AKA, How My, Erm, Bits, Got Burnt Away)

Sorry about that title. I was bored and I wanted to be crass.
So, I went to the beach today, and for those of you who know me, I'm kind of, no VERY pale. Like super-duper pale.
Like Edward Cullen would be jealous pale.
Like...I can't top that last one. That was a stroke of genius right there.
Haha, Cullen, haha.
So I was at the beach, and I was catching some rays. This is a strange experience for me. Normally I'm the kind of person who stays inside and reads or goes on the computer of watches reruns of Buffy the Vampire Slayer until late at night. I'm that girl.
This weekend I've clocked more hours outside than I have last month.
That is saying something people.
That is saying something.
As mentioned above, I have very pale skin. Very pale. My mother calls it ivory. I call it white.
Same difference.
Anywho, this pale skin gets burnt very easily. So, while I fell asleep on the beach listening to Vivaldi's Four Seasons, my thighs and shoulders (I was lying on my stomach) decided that lobster was the right color for them.
Yeah.
Oh, and somehow my, um, breasty business got burnt.
Lobster.
Oh, how they hurt.
I'm in terrible pain, and looking like a steamed crustacean.
Life can't get any better than this.
But Harry Potter is on ABC family, and I know all the words, so I'm going to go attend to that addiction.
Have a great memorial day, all.
~Elle

Welcome to the Previously Undiscovered 17 Circle of HELL

Disclaimer: I forgot to finish this one and it's from about a week ago, during the senior exam schedule. SORRY!!!

Yeah, I know that that is kind of graphic, but it's true. My history teacher's classroom is the previously undiscovered 17 circle of hell.
So, (and apologies, this will be in past tense because I'm forgetful) I was sitting in his classroom for 3 HOURS.
Do you know how long 3 hours feels like when your innards are being boiled inside you it is so hot?
And not even the good kind of hot.
NO.
This was the innard-melting, circle-of-hell kind of hot.
It was torture.
But that week is over.
Now all I have to worry about is my finals.
Hooray!!!
~Elle, talking about her distant past

Why I Need To Be More Active

I slept for a grand total of four hours last night. It was horrible.
So I wake up at four in the morning and I just had to lie there for an hour and a half until it was a suitable time for me to be up and about.
As you can see, I had some extra time this morning.
Oh, that, and I forgot to do my Spanish homework last night so I did it this morning.
Yeah...
Oh...
Oops.
Yes.
Haha.
Happy Monday everybody, and welcome back to hell.
~Elle

How You Know In High School At Georgetown

You know you're in high school when:
-sixth graders let you through in the hallways
-you don't have to walk to the 3rd floor to get to your classes
-you don't have to deal with the middle schoolers
-there is less drama
-dances usually include dancing
-the clubs are better
-you get leads in the school plays
-you carry your backpack everywhere
-you have classes with people who aren't in your grade
-you don't have to write lists about how you know you're in high school because you just know.

Being Choked

I do karate, for those who do not know, and today in class we were doing a choking technique. I find this to be supremely bothersome.

It's an invasion of your life!

I said that in class and all my instructers laughed at me.

I tend to do that.

You know, say something that sounded good in your head but out loud makes you sound like a bimbo?

Those moments?

Yeah, good times.

Happy Friday Eve.

~Elle

Have You Ever?

Have you ever danced around in your room with an ancient CD player in your bathrobe and fuzzy socks singing 'Smells Like Teen Spirit' by Nirvana?
I have. Five minutes ago.
Have you ever drunk an entire bottle of blue Gatorade just to turn your tongue blue so you could say you french-kissed a Smurf?
I have. Today.
Have you ever become obsessed with a show just because one of the characters looks like Billy Idol?
I have. Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Gotta love Spike. <33
Have you ever had a crush on a 900+ year old alien? I have. Doctor Who, hello?
Have you ever done a knee-slide at a school dance? I have. Twice.
Have you ever pretended to be asleep so that the monsters under your bed don't get you? I have. Many times.
Have you ever wondered where those socks go when they disappear in the dryer? I have. I even have a theory.
Have you ever gotten something published? I have. Go to http://www.teenink.com/ and look up Swinging in the All Fiction section. Make sure that it is by ellemarie and then like it and comment on it! Thanks!
Have you ever done something without your parents knowing?
I have. It's called this blog.
They know now though.
I really am glad that I made this, because in making this, it gave me the confidence to go put something on Teen Ink and it got published and I am so happy and pleased and please go look at it!
THANKS!!!!!

I Need To Sleep More Often

So last night I babysat four little girls from 6 to 9 and I got thirty bucks which roughly translates into about twenty-five packs of mentos so I'm excited!
Yeah, so I got home at 9, but I ended up staying up another three hours.
Why, you ask?
Oh, well, I watched my Doctor Who, Graham Norton, and The Upside Down Show.
If you don't know what The Upside Down Show is, here you go.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KkZkUIptPF0
Watch this at eleven o'clock at night.
I was laughing like a loon.
OH and watch this.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pAToDhd71W4
I'm way too old to watch this show, but it never fails to make me laugh.
Some of the humor is for old people (Like me) and it made me laugh like a loon and keep Jacob, my brother up until twelve.
HAHAHA.
~Elle

I Reached A New Low Last Night

And I really did.
I came home from school, spent three hours on the computer trying to type my story but unsuccessfully because I kept getting distracted by things like food and YouTube, ate more, then went upstairs into my parents bedroom because they have the HD TV and spent five hours watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer reruns and squeeing over how cute Spike is and then watching What A Girl Wants and squeeing over Colin Firth in leather pants.
I've no life at all.
At least I'm babysitting tonight, which means cash, which means mentos.
Enjoy your weekend!
~Elle

I Guess That This Is An Apology...

...To my friend Brigit, whom I love to death, but took something the wrong way.
So in my post last Thursday, I mentioned, well the whole post was about how the band and chorus of my school were going to Six Flags New England.
I said-
'I'm going with the band. And the chorus, but the chorus is slightly less cool.'
I have problems with my memory, so when Brigit said that she was offended by my post on Thursday, I had no idea what she was talking about.
And, no offense, Brigit, don't take this the wrong way, I don't think that that sentence was that offensive.
I could have said a lot worse.
But I was kidding, so it doesn't even matter!
Most of my close friends are in chorus (excepting Olivia. She's in the band.) and I was KIDDING!!!!
Both the chorus and the band at my school are superb, and the music program is fantastic, and when I say band is better than chorus, for future reference, I AM KIDDING!!!!
NEITHER ONE IS BETTER THAN THE OTHER!!!!!
I just said band is better because, hey, I'm in band!
Of course I'm going to think that it is better.
But it isn't.
Chorus won overall at the competition.
Middle school band came in second overall.
So, that said, I apologize for the misunderstanding, I was being funny, and I won't say it again.
There.

Why I Love My School

I love my school because they take us to Six Flags.
I was there for six hours.
I also saw my band director, Mr. Seapy, go on Bizarro.
That was a laugh.
But mostly I just walked around, rode rollercoasters, ate fried dough, stole people's french fries, and got sick on the tea cups.
OH, and the three hour ride home?
I was asleep listening to rap music for two hours and forty minutes.
On a bus full of eighth and seventh graders.
I have no idea how I achieved it.
Anyway, besides that, check out A Very Potter Musical on YouTube.
I was watching it at eleven last night, but I watched it again this morning, and it was just as funny, so it was not an eleven last night kind of funny.
It was truly, truly hilarious.
~Elle

I'm Fist Pumping On The Inside!

Because obviously I couldn't be fist-pumping right now because then I wouldn't be typing.
Or I could.
But not really.
Whatever.
The reason that I am fist-pumping on the inside is that tomorrow I get to go to Six Flags New England with the band!
And the chorus, but the chorus is slightly less cool!
This is an annual trip, and one of the most fun.
It's changed a bit though, because we got a new band director, Mr. Seapy.
So, apparently, to spend more time at the park, we have to be at the school at 5:45 AM.
WHAT?
WHAT?
Oh, and I need to buy cookie dough.
But besides that, WHAT?
I have to get up at 5 IN THE MORNING?
I CAN'T DO THAT!!!!!!
THAT IS JUST NOT PHYSICALLY POSSIBLE!!!!
But that is beside the point.
So I just thought that I'd let you know about this awesomeness.
Oh, and I'll tell you all about it later.
It's bound to be amazing.
~Elle

I Love This Day

Today is my friend Konstantina's birthday!
Happy Birthday, Dina!
Anyway, today is May 4, which is, if you are a Star Wars fan, one of the best days of the year.
Why, you ask?
Well, for all you non-Star Wars geeks out there, here you go-
You get to go around saying 'May the fourth be with you!' to everyone, all day.
Life just doesn't get better than that.
MAY THE FOURTH BE WITH YOU!
~Elle

I Need To Learn How To Sleep, And Not Spend Half The Night Coming Up With This

If you live in my part of the country (North East/ Massachusetts) then you know that it has been unusually hot for the past few days.
Unless you live in New Hampshire, because then you had a blizzard not to long ago.
I pity you.
Anywho, last night, it was very hot.
Very very hot.
So hot that Mother Nature went "Whew, it's hot. Hey, God, let's go swimming!"
That's how hot it was.
I had been watching TV all day in my basement - I'm a lazy butt and I know it, so relax. - and I was having trouble falling asleep, as the title says.
So, TV.
It's glorious.
There are the shows you watch because they make you sing (Glee); the shows you watch because they make you think (Lost. Now this one is tough. It makes you think TOO MUCH!!!!! You need a freaking notebook to take notes while you watch that show to understand it!); shows about really old aliens in blue boxes (DOCTOR WHO!!!! I had to sneak it in here. Sorry!); shows that make you laugh (Modern Family); and shows that make you want to slit your wrists (Hannah Montana).
And then there are the shows that you watch because they are addicting.
These are called soap operas.
I will have to say that I actually do watch Soap Net.
Yes, cultured me!
I watch soap operas.
Whatever.
So TV.
It's got jump cuts.
People sing songs.
And most every person who watches it wishes that whatever is happening on that TV show would happen to them.
Well.
Unless it's Lost.
That show is a 'Lost' cause.
HA HA, I made a funny.
Anyway, so last night in my half-delusional, sleep-deprived, heat-induced stupor, I had this thought-
And yes, it took me this long to get to it-
If people lives were like TV, it would be kind of awesome, but kind of horrible.
Your life would be full of jump cuts, number one.
Can you imagine being able to jump cut your life?
It would be like that movie Click, with Adam Sandler.
You would bypass all the horrible, suckish stuff.
But that bypassing leads to bad things.
In conclusion, life should not be jump cutted.
That was atrocious grammar.
Number two, you would never get sick. It's funny to me that these people on TV get shot and hit by cars and poisoned and who knows what else, but they never seem to manage to catch the common cold.
Miraculous.
Now, I'm cold-prone, so never being sick would be wonderful.
But still. It's just not natural.
And finally number three.
And this one I wouldn't mind getting cut out of my life for good.
Awkward elevator conversation.

Why I Am A Horrible Person And A Strange Fear Of Mine

First things first, let's all agree that I am not a horrible person ALL the time.
I, like most people, am horrible SOMEtimes, but not ALL the time.
Today is one of those times when I am horrible.
I am a horrible person because today, instead of doing the Walk For Hunger in Boston, I stayed at home in my bed and slept until, oh, 10.
Then my friend Hannah woke me up.
She was calling me from-
Guess where?





You should have guessed by now.
She was calling me from the Walk For Hunger.
And she saw the person I was supposed to go with, my friend Grace.
Grace, I am issuing a public apology and saying that I am a horrible person and that I should have come! I am so VERY sorry!
So, instead of being a productive member of society and doing something for people in need, I watched BBC America until 11:45 at night and then slept for ten hours.
I am indeed, for today at least, a horrible person.
This brings me to a strange fear of mine.
I am terrified of talking on the phone.
I don't know if I've mentioned this before, but I am.
I am absolutely terrified of talking on the phone.
But not with my friends or my parents or people I talk to a lot.
In fact, I think I would classify my fear as being afraid to answer the phone.
Anyone in my family can attest to the fact that I never answer the phone unless I think that it is for me.
And even then, sometimes I don't.
The caller ID we have says names weird.
I don't know, I guess that I just don't like it.
Talking on the phone, that is.
I never have.
It's so awkward!
I talk a lot with my hands and convey messages with my facial expressions, and on the phone, those don't translate.
For instance, on time I was talking with someone I babysit for and they asked if a specific time was good or not and I gave them a thumbs up until I realized that they couldn't see that so I hurriedly had to say sure.
It was awkward.
So there you go.
The tale of why I am sometimes a horrible person and why I am afraid of talking on the phone.
Soooo, if you need to contact me, email me at jbarosin112@gmail.com
Or better yet, snail mail me.
I love getting letters in the mail.
Happy May 2nd!
~Elle

Why the Title of My Blog Is A Lie

I feel that I have to confess something.
I am not a novelist.
I have not, and am not currently writing a novel.
I haven't even wrote a decent short story.
So, quite possibly, the title of this blog is a lie, because in no way shape or form am I a novelist.
I just scribble dialogue, write character descriptions, make transcripts of conversations I hear, and draw maps.
Lots and lots of maps.
And I have written so many story beginnings, I could make a book out of just those.
It's a curse.
I can write a good beginning, solid, and then I don't know how to get my little characters to the end of their journey.
They are left stranded somewhere, saved forever onto the hard drive of my computer, lost in cyberspace.
My poor characters.
I try so hard, but I always let them down.
It hurts sometimes, odd enough as it is to say it, that I can't bring my characters to the end of their story.
Since they come from my mind, I take great care to make sure that I know every single thing about my characters.
I can write pages and pages about just one person.
Their back story, what they look like, their likes and dislikes, habits, favorite type of music, favorite drink, favorite movie to watch when they're sad, what they like to eat when they wake up in the middle of the night, allergies.
You name it, I know it about my characters.
I know that that sounds creepy, but it's the truth.
I guess sometimes I wish they could come to life so I could see them and talk to them and actually have them answer back.
Yeah, that makes me sound like a raging psychopath.
Whatever.
Enjoy your May Day.
~Elle

So I've Got To Stop Using the Word So....

And that title has absolutely nothing to do with the rest of my blog, so read on.
If you dare.
This post is about the weird dreams I've been having recently.
The first one was were I was trapped in the bog in my backyard and had an evil witch change me into a guinea pig which was then promptly eaten by an anaconda.
Then there was the one where I was in a room with almost every single solitary person I've seen in my life, and then my friend Holly and I had an argument over the temperature of the pool that just happened to be in the center of the room.
Transcript of the argument?
Yes indeed.
Me:*looks at the steaming pool. Turns to Holly.* "What's the temperature?"
Holly: "30 degrees."
Me: "Oh, in Celsius. That makes sense."
Holly: "No in Fahrenheit."
Me: "That doesn't make sense!"
Holly: "It's Fahrenheit, I'm telling you."
Me: "But it can't be! There is no ice in it! If it was 30 degrees Fahrenheit, there would be ice!"
Holly: "It's Fahrenheit and that's final!"
Me: "Starts to cry."
Then the butler guy from Batman (the newer ones.) comes up to me and says-
"I have scientific confirmation that the herb St. John's Wart wants to be an English bureaucrat."
I woke up after that.
Then last night I had a dream that my cousin was driving me somewhere, but we were on a movie set, so we had to crash the car, and then we got flung out and we landed on one of those mat things that they have on movie stunt scenes.
I'm actually quite afraid to go to sleep tonight.
My dreams are just getting weirder.
I used to not dream at all.
WHAT IS HAPPENING?
OH, and if anyone knows what St. John's Wart is, please tell me.
I have no idea.
Oh, and what's a bureaucrat?
~ELLE

I'm Typing in an Odd Position.

I'm typing with my foot on the desk in front of me and under the monitor, and the keyboard is rolled under my desk so I have no typing space.
I thought you'd all like to know.
~Elle

The iPad - The New Best Thing (Or Not?)

So everyone is going crazy over the new iPad, Apple's latest technical masterpiece.
I really don't get it.
It's just a bigger iPod Touch.
That's all it is folks!
You know what?
When Apple comes out with a time machine, then I'll buy it.
But until then, I'll have to make do with DVR.
I'm out.
~Elle

So My Mother Thrust An Idea Upon Me...

...And I think I might consider it.
Obviously, by the title of my blog, I kind of want to be a writer in the future.
Obviously.
But, the thing is, I don't let people read anything that I write.
I have notebooks upon notebooks upon notebooks of things that I have written, but I've never let a single soul read the stories that reside within.
Besides myself.
Obviously.
The reason behind this is that I am deathly afraid that when people read what I have written, they won't like it. They will just cast it aside as nonsense, and let my stories rot away in some unused corner, surrounded by maniacal dust bunnies and gruesome spiders.
So, getting back to the title, my mother had this idea.
One of the mothers of a little boy on my younger brother's baseball team is an editor of a newspaper, and she and my mom were talking.
My mom thought that it would be a good idea if I inquired in to the editor of my town paper and asked if I could write for the paper.
Now, I have some idea about what I am going to do about this, but I want you guys's opinion -
Should I write for the paper?
Or should I just try to get my stories published instead?
WHAT TO DO?
And that, folks, is my dilemma this Friday.
Hope you are all having a peachy day!
~Elle

I'm Tired and It's Tuesday...

...so I'm listening to Secondhand Serenade, watching DOCTOR WHO, and I just ate six slices of pizza.
I think Tuesday's are awesome.
Also, I just found out that Stanford University has a student house called the Enchanted Broccoli Forest.
I just found out where I am going to college.
Happy Tuesday!
~Elle

Wow, two posts in one night!

So lately some of my blogging friends have been making their blogs look very nice, and I decided that mine should look just as nice, because, well, I inspired them.
Just saying.
BUT ANYWAY, I just found out about this thing from Olivia (Hi, Liv) that there was this thing called Blogger In Draft, that would allow you to do really cool backgrounds and such.
SO, I changed my blog yet again.
For the last time for a bit, I think.
But anyway, I think that this background suits the title of the blog, don't you think?
I am an aspiring author, am I not?
Again, and finally,
Happy Monday, all.
~Elle

I apologize for something...

...and that something was completely out of my control.
The first link I had in my last blog is out of order due to a copyright claim the BBC had.
So it's no longer working.
I suppose that you could just look up DOCTOR WHO FISH CUSTARD if you really wanted to see that scene.
But if you were a true fan, you would have watched the series premiere.
Anyway, I'm just being weird.
I apologize if anyone tried to use it and it didn't work.
The fault is somewhat mine.
The thing is though, that I really don't think any of you care at all.
Whatever.
HAPPY MONDAY!
~Elle

Hooray! I Did It!

I successfully managed to make my blog look different and yet nice in under an hour?
Who da man?
OK...
I'm never saying that again.
For all of you who are WHO fans, you'll understand that poorly disguised attempt at adding DOCTOR WHO into my blog yet again.
I have every reason, though, because it is my favorite show of all time, and it did just premiere in the US last night and I am very excited about that BECAUSE IT IS MY FAVORITE SHOW OF ALL TIME AND IT'S FINALLY BACK ON TV!!!!!
OH MY GOOD GIDDY AUNT I'M EXCITED!!!!!!!
Now, if you don't want to hear me ramble on about DOCTOR WHO for another ten minutes or however long it takes me to write this, then I suggest that you leave, because that's what's going down in G-Town today.
Brace yourselves.
So season four of DW (DOCTOR WHO, but I just don't feel like writing it every third word, so it shall be henceforth known as DW. Like Arthur's little sister. Haha, childhood. I digress.) ended with David Tennant, possibly my favorite Doctor ever, regenerating and becoming Matt Smith. Now, I was a little wary at first, because I was so used to David Tennant's Doctor, that I wouldn't know what to make of Matt Smith's.
I think I'm OK with him playing the Doctor. The show started out with the Doctor, (now Matt Smith) nearly crashing into Big Ben in his TARDIS, which is falling out of the sky. He lands in Amelia Pond's back yard, and she just calmly walks out and inquires if he is the police that she sent for about the crack in her wall (she had been praying to Santa to do something about the crack, when the Doctor crash-landed. And as we all know (Or at least I do) the TARDIS is a 1960s English Police Box.
So the Doctor is just getting over his latest regeneration, and in true style, doesn't quite know who he is yet.
He climbs out of the TARDIS soaking wet saying something about a swimming pool in the library and an intense craving for apples.
So little Amelia Pond (who is seven, by the way. They mention it later in the show.) leads the Doctor into her house and gives him an apple.
Here is a transcription of that entire scene. It's worth it.
Believe me.
Doctor: *stares around the kitchen*
Amelia: *hands Doctor an apple* If you're a doctor, why does your box say police?
Doctor: *bites apple then spits it out immediately* *coughs* That's disgusting, what is that?
Amelia: An apple.
Doctor: Apple's rubbish. I hate apples.
Amelia: You said you loved them.
Doctor: No, no. I love yogurt. Yogurt's my favorite, give me yogurt. (Just saying, British people say yogurt funny, so I watched that little bit, like, ten times.)
Amelia: *runs and gets a yogurt cup, hands it to him*
Doctor: *grabs the cup and rips the cover tinny thing off. Downs the yogurt. Promptly spits it out.*
Yogurt: *makes a really sickening sploosh noise as it hits the floor. Disgusting.*
Doctor: I hate yogurt. It's just stuff with bits in.
Amelia: *really not believing this strange, sopping wet man in her kitchen. I don't blame her. She's supposed to be seven.* You said it was your favorite.
Doctor: *wiping stray yogurt off of his face.* New mouth, new rules. It's like eating after cleaning your teeth; everything tastes gro-o-o--o-sss *goes into a spasm and looks kind of like a rag doll of strings. (Stupid Elle, that's called a marionette, you dummy.) Claps a hand to his head*
Amelia: What's wrong with you? (Can anyone blame her for asking this question?)
Doctor: Wrong with me? It's not my fault you can't give me any decent food. You're Scottish; fry something.
It goes through a few foods.
Like bacon.
Doctor: That's bacon?
Amelia: *nods*
Doctor: Are you trying to poison me?
And beans, one of my personal favorites.
Doctor: *takes a bite, then spits it out in the sink.* Beans are evil. Bad, bad beans.
And bread and butter.
Doctor: *throwing the plate out of the house. You hear a cat.* And stay out!
The scene ends with the Doctor eating fish sticks and custard.
It really was quite epic.
Also the line:
Doctor: Box falls out of the sky, man falls out of the box, man eats fish custard, and look at you, you're just sitting there!
That was directed at Amelia.
You can watch the scene on YouTube and see how bad my transcribing skills are with this link
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xEY3l3XXJIg
I think that was one of my favorite episodes yet.
There's also a scene with a duck pond that you can find at this link
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=arikdECVbx4&feature=PlayList&p=45A96EAE9AF15CE2&playnext_from=PL&playnext=1&index=9
Yes that link is long, I know.
But if you've actually read this insane ramble, you deserve to see that clip.
Besides that, I really did love the series opener.
It made my Saturday night, yes it did.
Me, being me, I miss David Tennant, but Matt Smith and Karen Gillian really seem like quite the dynamic duo.
An ominous back story was shown at the very end of the show when the Doctor and Amy (as Amelia goes by now) go off in the TARDIS after the Doctor tells us that "Bow ties are cool" is a wedding dress hanging on the back of Amy's door.
OH NO!
AND SHE TOLD THE DOCTOR THAT NOTHING SPECIAL WAS HAPPENING TOMORROW!
I'm thoroughly excited, and I think that you lot are thoroughly bored, so I'm going to end this with a squeal and a "I can't wait for next Saturday even if it means that my vacation is over!"
With fish custard and my Chameleon Circuit, (Alli), I bid you all adieu.
~Elle

Bear With Me...

I'm doing some new stuff to my blog, so if you happen to visit it when it is under maintenaince, I apologize. Random stuff will be happening, and many changes will happen.
Hope you like the new blog as much as I do!
~Elle

Tests and Allergies - A Tragedy

Today is Wednesday, the fourteenth of April.
It is also my brother's birthday!
Happy 16th Jake!
(Fun fact: my two brothers and I all have the same initials for our first and last name. AHA, my name is in fact NOT Elle. WHAT?)
Now that I'm done with random updates, let's get to the story.
I have some of the worst allergies known to mankind. I don't get the runny nose and scratchy throat as much as other people.
What I get are these absolutely murderous sinus headaches that feel like someone is taking a pickax to the inside of my forehead. Absolutely murderous.
I do about everything known to humans to try to remedy my allergies, but I still get them. Also, I happen to have sporadic insomnia that decided to come back this week and I haven't been sleeping well, on top of my allergies.
Life sucks.
So anyway, yesterday I had four tests, in various classes. I had a test in English, Spanish, Science, and Algebra.
The Science test was two questions and I ended up getting a hundred. (No offense, but that class is a joke. Everyone, you know you agree.)
The Algebra test looked tough up front, but ended up being slightly easier than I expected, even with Algebra being one of my hardest classes.
The Spanish test was easy, because I love Spanish, but it was long, and not everyone finished. Oh well. I guess that it is just foreshadowing to high school.
The English test, however, was HORRIBLE. Without going into a rant, which I know my friends have already heard, I'll simply say that my teacher didn't do a very good job preparing us for it. At all.
I think I got a better grade on the Spanish test, and English is my first language.
There is something wrong there, don't you think?
My allergies were also terrible yesterday, and taking tests with a sinus headache is literally the last thing anyone ever wants to do.
Well, Happy Sunshine!
April Vacation in TWO DAYS! (Sorry Is.)
~Elle

So On Friday I Had This Thought...

And I thought I'd share it with you all because it was strange enough for me to want to spread it around.
I was in Art, and we're currently making puppets, so we were cutting up the fabric to make the puppet's clothes. (If you were wondering, my puppet is going to be J.K. Rowling. How awesome is that? Very. Very awesome.)
I was walking around looking for black fabric when this guy Rory stops me and says
"Feel this fabric; it's so soft and cozy!"
So I stop and feel it, and then I say
"Yeah, it is really soft!"
I turn to leave and then a thought hits me.
It was just, you know, a passing thought, but then it niggled its way into my brain and wouldn't leave.
Here is my niggling thought -
What if when we felt fabric, fabric felt back?

Why I Should Never Be A Housekeeper

Here is a list of reasons why I should never be a housekeeper.
Hope that you enjoy this one, Ma.

1. I don't do a bang-up job, to say the least
I try, I really try to do a good job, but it somehow turns out that I never do a good job. I always miss something. I always forget to clean something for seven weeks and then when it is coughing up spiders and sagging under all the dust do I realize that it is is dirty and I need to clean it.

2. I'm too forgetful
Like I mentioned before, I forget to clean things. I just forget. Unless I have a distinct list of the things I need to clean, or I have been cleaning it for more than two months, I will forget to clean at least one thing.

3. I get too distracted while cleaning
I have this terrible thing called selective attention defecit disorder. Or SADD, but not the Students Against Distructive Decisions thing. No, I'm talking about selective ADD. It's bad. I can sit and read a book, easily, without moving from one spot for about three hours. Tell me to go vaccuum, and you end up with it taking me seven hours to do a job that should have taken about an hour. I get endless grief about this from my mother.

And least but not last
4. I just don't like cleaning
I think that that is pretty self-explanatory. I'm screwed when I move out.

HAPPY EASTER!
Elle

Why Some People Shouldn't Play The Violin

So a few days ago, one of my mother's coworkers or something gave her a violin for all the children in my family to try out. I already play music (I am a flautist (that's for Alli) and I fool myself into thinking that I can play the guitar and piano when really I just mess around and play random notes.) and I am obsessed with listening to it.
For instance, right now I'm listening to 'I Stand Corrected' by Vampire Weekend.
Yesterday it was 'Colors of the Wind' from Pocahontas.
I listen to a wide variety of music, some of which involve violins, but I never realized how SMALL violins are! I don't know if the violin currently residing in my home is a baby violin or what, but it makes my hands seem huge, and it is a popular fact that my hands are tiny.
Like tiny tiny.
Small apples are larger than my fists.
But back to the violin.
It's so small that I can actually fit my hand around the neck, quite unlike my guitar. I can't wrap my hand around the neck of my guitar. I have to play the sixth string with my thumb.
But again, let's return to the violin.
My little brother has taken an extreme liking to that instrument.
To the point where he came up to me and said "When I get bored at the fire station when I'm older, I'll just play the violin."
I have high hopes for that child.
Also, since it is April Fool's Day, I have to say the one decent prank done to me today.
In band class, our conductor, Mr. Seapy, gave us a clarinet concerto.
It gave me a headache just looking at it.
He had us going for about twenty minutes.
Well, that's all for now!
Hope you all had a good April Fool's Day.
I'm out!
~Elle

I Did Something Rather Strange Today

I emailed all of my friends and gave them my blog address.
I've been putting this off, although I know the only way I will find out if my writing is worth anything is if I actually have people read it, but I have this irrational fear that no one will like my writing so I normally keep it to myself.
Wow that was a long sentence.
And that wasn't the only strange thing I did today.
I had to do an oral presentation at school today, and to make that scenario even better than it already was, I had to pretend that I was the person I had read the biography on.
My biography was on J.K. Rowling, the author of the Harry Potter series.
Yeah, me being me (and you got extra points for creativity) I did my report in a British accent.
I hate my stupid brain.
It turned out OK, though.
Actually, it was quite a success.
But still.
In a British accent?
Really Elle?
WOW.

I AM NOT A GIRLY GIRL

I think that that title was self explanatory, but if it wasn't, here it is again.
I AM NOT A GIRLY GIRL.
I never was, and never really will be.
I was never obsessed with pink, I am not obsessed with guys (much. Unless they're famous. (Like Justin Bieber.) I'M KIDDING.) (disclaimer: I, in my honest opinion, hate Justin Bieber. No offense to him or his person, I just really don't like him. As I have expressed before.) I didn't really play with dolls until I was older and even then it was to mutilate them.
I pretended I was a veterinarian and liked to play with dinosaurs.
I think I wasn't a girly girl.
But tonight, I did something rather uncharacteristic of me.
I gave myself a avocado facial and painted my nails 'Papaya Punch' pink.
'Papaya Punch' is actually more like fuchsia, but I did a really good job, and am reasonably proud of myself.
My mother is always telling me that when I was little when I painted my nails, I used to end up painting my whole finger, and then when she would ask if she could fix them, I would say 'No, I like them! They look pretty!'
Also, painting my nails as a child never lasted long. I always picked the nail polish off.
Come to think of it, that might be why my nails are weird and have strange ridges.
But anyway, back to my uncharacteristic behavior.
I gave myself an avocado facial.
At first, it was weird. I mean, I was slopping raw, mushed avocado mixed with olive oil, raw egg, and vinegar on my face.
To top it off, this little concoction turned neon green when dried, which made me resemble Fiona from Shrek.
Minus the red hair and the obvious fact that she is a non-existent creature.
But all the strangeness aside, that facial actually felt really good.
It made my skin feel all soft.
So that was my Saturday night.
In all of it's glory.
Now, I have to go watch Nitro Circus.
SLATERZ!
~ELLE

Disregard my last post

OK, so the post I deleted was a little too personal.
So If you read it, forget you read it.
And if you didn't, just smile and nod and think about penguins.
~ELLE

So Today I Was Bored In Long Spanish...

...So I wrote an ode.
It is quite a nice ode, I do think.
It's to carbohydrates.
So here it is - My Ode To Carbohydrates

An Ode To Carbohydrates
Oh carbohydrates
How I love you so
When I stuff my face with you
Up my weight will go

Oh my dearest carbs
I love you through and through
Whenever I need some comfort
It's you who I go to

Oh my lovely carbohydrates
In most everything I eat
You're in all of my bread
Thank God I skipped the meat

Oh carbohydrates
I love you, well, like food
You're delicious and nutritious
And good in every mood

So there it is.
This is what happens when I get intensely bored in Long Spanish.
Hope you enjoyed it!
~Elle

Losing the Spark

I haven't felt much like writing for a few days, but I guess that is normal. Everyone gets bored with stuff in their life every once in a while.
So this is just to say that yes, I am alive, and no, I have not died.
That's the same thing, isn't it?
It is.
I'M OUT!
~ELLE

i am going to try something different today

i am going to try writing on my blog the way i write poetry
i never
use
capitals
and rarely
use
punctuation
it took me
forever
to get used
to this
format
but now that
i am
used to it
i can never write poetry
any
other
way
so here goes my poetry attempt
if i accidentally rhyme and it is
horrible
please know that i am exempt
from criticism
it is experimental.
here goes it
**********

sunshine
warm and glorious sunshine
stranger than
snow in june is
sunshine in march

so warm
this afternoon
i rolled up my jeans
and
took
off
my sweatshirt

the warm wind
blew
and my stupid civics project
nearly made me
fly away
into the cloudless sky

flipflop noises against
the pavement
skin so unused to
the ultraviolet rays
that
it
feels
as
though
i
am
burning
right
away

but no one cares
anyhow
why is that?
coz there is freaking sunshine in march in massachusetts and that never ever happens so all the people living there rejoice and wear shorts and flip flops and sunbathe and dance in their front lawns and generally do not care about anything because
what the heck?

it is sunny outside

OH MY GOD SUNSHINE!

So I was walking to the library after Yearbook Club today (I know, I spend way too much time at the library. Honestly, it's like my second home. I know where most everything is. Pathetic.) and it was SUNNY!
Like honest-to-goodness SUNNY!
SUNNY with ALL CAPS!
Warm, friendly sunshine that made my skin feel pleasantly warm and my spirits shiny as a new penny. The wind was blowing, but I didn't mind that it was flying around my face like I was caught in the middle of a tornado. It was a pleasing, warm wind. I popped my iPod in and danced all the way to the library, you have no idea about how happy I am it is almost spring.
Winter is overrated in Massachusetts.
Oh, and I was looking at my dashboard, and I noticed that I had five followers. OH MY GOD, FIVE FOLLOWERS!
I know that all of those capitals are slightly uncharacteristic of me, but this sunshine has just put me in such a good mood.
I think that I'm going to go sing for a bit.
Badly, but still.
I'm singing!
But not in the rain!
Yours, very warmly,
~Elle

Rain and Why It Needs To STOP.

To all of those living on the Eastern Seaboard near the vicinity of Boston, all of you will feel my pain on this one.
RAIN SUCKS.
THAT'S ALL I HAVE TO SAY.
I mean, I like rain when it is warm rain, like in the summer when it is so warm you can just run around in a bathing suit and wash your hair and dance until the thunder comes.
Rain in March isn't in the least bit fun.
It is cold, and wet, and uncomfortable.
The ground is still frozen, and so the water seeps down a few inches, and then has nowhere else to go, so it just pops back up to the surface and makes those huge puddles that are the reason I have huge rain boots.
Oh, and thank you Mom, for explaining that frozen ground phenomenon. I wouldn't have been able to get that on my own. Props to my mother!
It has been raining for three days, nonstop.
IT SUCKS!
SO MUCH!
My house is flooding right now, as I speak.
I'm not at my house, I'm writing this from my local library because I'm not at home, if me stating that I was at my local library wasn't enough to stress that fact.
So we apparently have three wet-dry vacuums going, with my valiant father manning them, since he is the only person at home, besides my little brother, but he is seven, so I don't really think that he will be emptying one of those huge buckets anytime soon. He's strong, but not that strong.
So back to the flooding.
I live at the bottom of a hill, with the back of my house forty feet away from what me and my neighbors lovingly refer to as the "Bog". Believe me, you lose a shoe in that gunk, say goodbye to it, because you will never see it again.
Ever.
The Bog eats shoes. Also, don't fall in, because it makes you smell really, really funky for a while.
So because my house is situated in a place which makes it very susceptible to flooding, it floods.
Here's a snapshot of my house.
It is a small, white house, with a black roof, green shutters and green doors, and a large brown fence in the front yard (the fence is for my in-ground pool. I know, how lucky am I? Not very, considering the weather right now. It's OK, you can think it.) and a bunch of trees. Part of my house is built right into a hill, and on the other side of that hill we have my driveway, which is a pain in the bum to get out of in the winter. So the half of my house that is built into the side of a hill is also my basement.
My basement is finished, and we have a bunch of stuff down there, so I really hope that nothing gets ruined.
The last time we flooded bad, I forgot to pick up my Barbies and I ended up having to throw them all out. It was a sad but strangely liberating experience. After that I stuck to books.
Also, the last time we flooded, the sinkhole between my house and my neighbors filled up and then pooled over and streamed down into the Bog, so the Bog rose. The Bog is rising this time as well, and instead of being forty feet away from the back of my house, it is only about twenty.
The ducks, at least, are enjoying themselves.
Oh, to be a duck.
Well, I have to end this horrendously long thing eventually, so I will bid you all adieu, auf weidersein, so long, farewell, and all that jazz.
I may not write again, because all this rain may just uproot everything and float everything away, likening Massachusetts to Noah and the Ark.
Yours in eternal wetness,
~Elle

Day Light Savings Time And Why It Bothers Me

Day Light Savings Time makes me feel jet lagged.
I have never technically left my time zone, so me feeling jet lagged is quite strange. I don't really like it. But I really want to travel, so I don't know how that is going to affect my life.
Speaking of things affecting my life, is that the right affect?
Or is it effect?
I really hate homonyms.
Or is synonyms?
Literary devices.
That about sums it up.
Well, I just wanted to tell you all that Day Light Savings Time bugs me.
And that's a wrap.
OH, and happy Pi Day.
And Happy Birthday, Albert Einstein, you crafty physicist, you.
~Elle

Growing Up

This topic has been on my mind a lot lately. Not in a scary way, like "Oh, my God, I'm growing up. When did this happen?" but more in a way like "Oh, my God, I'm growing up. When did this happen?"
It's the emphasis that changes the sentence.
I'm on my yearbook committee, and we are getting baby pictures of everyone.
Speaking of that, I still need mine.
It's due tomorrow.
What was I talking about?
Oh, right, baby pictures.
That was fourteen years ago for me.
I just don't know when time suddenly decided to go berserk and fly by, but it has.
When I was in sixth grade, all of the eighth graders were tall and scary, and I thought that I would never make it to eighth grade. But here I am.
I'm choosing courses for freshman year, I'm actually making decisions that will directly affect my future. And all of the choices are up to me.
I really, honestly don't like the responsibility that now is residing on my fourteen year old shoulders.
I just wish I could go back to being a little kid where your parents make all of your decisions and you don't have to worry about anything.
I just wish I could go back in time and really live my childhood instead of spending it cooped up in my room, talking to myself in a different language and reading.
I wish I had learned how to ride a bike earlier.
I wish I had tried to get involved in team sports.
I wish I wish I wish I wish I wish I wish I wish.
But wishing doesn't do anything, and living in the past just makes you regret your life, and I'm fourteen.
I shouldn't be regretting anything yet.
So there is this 3Oh!3 song, and I admit that I really like them.
The song is "Colorado Sunrise", and there is this one verse that goes:
"I've got five fingers on each hand for every mistake that I've made/ 'cause my tongue is tied to tonsils and I need to sh*t and shave/I'm a shade too pale for handsome and have habits I can't shake/ but if you try to take that from me well I'll never be the same/ train wreck that I am/ And I am what I am what I am what I am."
I really like that verse.
It kind of describes life.
You make a lot of mistakes.
You have to do mundane things.
You are never really accepting of yourself.
You have bad habits that you can't kick.
But without all of these little things, you aren't you.
And no one should take that away from you.
So just live your life.
Be who you are.
You are what you are.
So although life flashes by, growing up is not a bad thing.
Just different.
You learn how to be a good person.
You learn how to read, write, and do math.
You learn that eating five Snickers bars and then drinking a Mountain Dew can make you puke.
You learn that playing a flute while laughing is not possible.
You learn that you don't always like your teachers.
You learn that anyone can be your teacher.
You learn that you don't like asparagus.
You do all these things, and more. Your tastes change, your friends change, life changes.
You grow up.
But never forget who you are, or growing up isn't worth it.
Stay true to yourself.
Be you.
Completely and utterly you.
And then growing up doesn't seem that daunting anymore.
It just seems like life's next great adventure.
"Off we go into the wild blue yonder."
-U.S. Air Force Anthem.
And so we go.
~Elle

WELCOME FRIEND!

This is a shout out to my friend Alli who just started following my blog today.
Wow, Alli.
I told you about it four hours ago.
What did you do, go home and follow it right away?
If so, cool.
I'm totally okay with that.
You should have seen my face when I checked it and saw that it had three followers.
I think I had a heart attack and nearly fell off my chair.
You would have laughed.
Well, I gotta go.
S'laterz.
~Elle

What Is This Pointless Drivel That Is Being Mass Produced By Mainstream Media?

I take back what I said earlier today.
My faith in my generation was creeping back.
Creeping!
And then it goes and blows up in my face.
I just went on iTunes. Justin Bieber pops up on my screen and I scream. That child, in my opinion, is terrifying. I just hate his music. Sorry, Justin, but you sound like a girl. And your career will go down the pooper when you hit puberty and your voice starts cracking like a normal person's should by the time that they are 15.
So, being the opinionated, slightly rude person that I sometimes and not always am, I wrote a review for his new single.
I'm quite pleased with it, actually, so I'm going to copy it down here.
"Honestly, the first time I heard Justin Bieber singing, I thought he was a girl. I'm sorry, he's 15. He shouldn't be singing about love and his 'shawties'. He should be singing about loving his XBox, or whatever the newest gaming system is. Seriously. I really can't understand his appeal and the pointless lyrics are flat and meaningless. I really do hope that the media will come to their senses and recognize some of the truly talented folks that are out there instead of mindless, teenage drones spouting this pointless noise to the masses. May some sort of music savior come and rescue us all."
OK, I admit that the last bit was a tad bit overkill, but all in all, I think I got my opinion across quite nicely, don't you think?
And it wasn't even a thousand characters!
GO ME!
HAPPY WEEKEND!
~ELLE

Why My Faith In My Generation Has Been Somewhat More Restored

I am against Twilight.
I am just against it.
The book idealizes abusive boyfriends, creepy stalking, the consumption of animal blood, and complete dependence on males.
Not saying that I am a feminist, which I am not, but COME ON!!!
How can anyone think that Edward Cullen is the perfect guy?
He stalks Bella, the whiny protagonist, and watches her while she is sleeping without her knowledge. Now, I would be OK if my boyfriend (If I had one) watched me while I slept...If I allowed him to.
Bella doesn't even know that he is watching her. And that is just creepy.
I mean seriously!
And then when Edward finally does let Bella in on his little secret, which, by the way, she didn't react to AT ALL, it was just like "I'm a vampire." "What's your favorite color?" I mean what?
I just don't understand.
Now, I've read the books. I have; I admit it. I had heard a lot of mixed reviews from 'Don't waste your time on it' to 'You will get caught up it and fall in love.' I just needed to formulate my own opinion, so I read it.
I'm sorry, Ms. Meyer, but that book could have been about 150 pages shorter.
And some of the sentences, seriously?
"I look like my mother, only with some differences?" I paraphrased, but what?
WE DON'T KNOW WHAT YOUR MOTHER LOOKS LIKE, BELLA, SO THEREFORE WE DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU LOOK LIKE, LOSER!!!
Bella is a very generic teenager. Actually she is not generic. She is strange. She was reading Wuthering Heights in the book. I mean, I haven't read Wuthering Heights. Yet. I will someday. But Bella is reading Wuthering Heights again. What normal teenager does that? I mean, if she were normal, she would be reading Twilight. (I got that idea from Alex Day, aka nerimon, who I watch faithfully and enjoy his little Twilight series. Alex, your astute observations never fail to make me laugh until I cry.)
And besides the fact that Bella is clearly not normal and a very whiny girl, she is completely dependant upon Edward. This is shown in New Moon, when he leaves. She goes into a comatose depression. That, my friends, is just wrong. She goes into a comatose depression just because her boyfriend decided to split? Can you spell W-R-O-N-G?
Then when she finally decides to get on with her life, she leeches onto another male, her friend Jacob, who, I must say, is one of the more likable characters in this book.
And then we get to Eclipse, where Bella is... you know what, I completely forget what happens in that book. I don't care, either way. Oh, wait, Edward comes back, blah blah blah, Jacob gets jealous, blah blah blah, a vampire is trying to kill Bella again, blah blah blah, Edward asks her to marry him, OH MY GOD MARRIAGE AT EIGHTEEN!!!!
BELLA'S MOM IS GOING TO KILL HER!!!
And then we get to Breaking Dawn, which is one of the better points in the series. This is because there is a point of view other than whiny Bella's. It is Jacob's, and I actually semi-enjoyed that part of the novel. But Breaking Dawn revolves around sex, teen pregnancy, early motherhood, Bella turning into a vampire, Bella being chased by a vampire, Jacob falling in love with Bella's infant daughter, and then the eventual generic happy ending.
It is not even worth tearing apart.
I'm just going to say, I didn't barf at all the cheesy lines.
So the title of this blog is Why My Faith In My Generation Has Been Somewhat Restored. I know I just ranted about for like five pages about how much I hate Twilight, but that was getting to a point, believe me.
My faith in my generation has been somewhat restored by this - I looked up Twilight on Google today to see how sickening the results were, and the first made sense. It was "100 Reasons Why Twilight is Better Than Harry Potter" which I don't agree with and totally dis because Harry Potter will forever be number one in my heart, and the second entry was what restored my faith. It was "How Twilight Is Destroying America and Harming Our Nation's Youth."
And that, my friends, is what restored my faith.
I'm going to go read that now.
Have a great weekend, all.
~Elle

Being Barefoot

I love being barefoot.

Shoes are overrated, in my opinion.

I mean, if thousand years ago when some schlep was walking through grass and just somehow stepped on a thorn and then invented the casings that keep my feet trapped all day.

Stupid person from five thousand years ago.

You ruined my feet's freedom.

I don't think that that sentence was grammatically correct, but whatever.

I take artistic license.

Writing On My Blog In School

I suppose that this is kind of breaking the rules, because I am in Science class at the moment and really shouldn't be on my blog, but I live to break the rules so here I am, breaking them!
Oh, and my friend Katherine says hi.
She's been meaning to read, but hasn't had the time, so I thought that a shout out would be a good incentive.
KATHERINE, YOUR NAME IS ON THE INTERNET!!! NOW READ MY BLOG!!!!
Now Katherine is telling me a story about how she went on AIM in class last year and how she felt naughty.
Really, Katherine?
Naughty?
Wow.
Just kidding.
Now my friend Nick is in the background saying that someone spit on his hand.
I wish that I could include audio.
It made my day.
Well, before I get in trouble with my teacher, I will bid the Internet Adios!
Till next time,
Your Rule Breaking Friend,
ELLE

Today

I have nothing funny to write about today.
I have no funny anecdotes, no funny story leading up to rather nice life lesson.
In fact, I really don't have much on my mind at all besides the Civics test I have tomorrow and the fact that I aced my Algebra test.
And my huge migraine that won't go away.
You know, there's a topic.
Headaches that just won't go away.
Have you ever had that headache that just persists and persists and won't let your head go and it feels like a giant is squeezing your head between his index finger and thumb and you feel that if one more sound is just a little too loud your head will explode and throw your brains over everyone around you?
Having a migraine sucks when you are in the band.
And you sit near the loudest person in the band.
So beyond that, I really don't have anything to talk about today, but I needed to write because it is cathartic for me. I just love when you can write about nothing but it makes you feel better just letting the words flow from your fingertips and onto the page.
I just love that word.
Cathartic.
I love it.
You know what other word I love?
Avuncular.
It means 'of or pertaining to an uncle'.
How cool is that?
To be described as an uncle.
And what if you're not an uncle?
What then?
Does avuncular still apply to you, or is it just a word that doesn't make sense in context?
I think I'm going to stop writing now, cathartic as it is.
This is just thoughts on a web page, and I think that I am going to stop myself before I start babbling all over again.
So, until next time,
Elle

Staying up late

Twenty words or less on staying up late?
I can sum it up in four.
STAYING UP LATE SUCKS.
PERIOD.

And What Do You Want To Be When You Grow Up Elle?

Remember when your teachers would ask you that question and you reached for the stars and said something along the lines of "I want to be a (insert job title here)!" and the job titles you used were something like 'super hero, fireman, doctor, veterinarian, author, barbie doll, marshmallow, batman, a teenage mutant ninja turtle, etc.'
Yeah, I went above and beyond as a kid.
When I was five, I decided to be a marine biologist.
Yeah.
I knew so much about marine life, I was a swimming, talking encyclopedia of all things wet.
I went on like that for a few years.
I still can tell you a lot about beluga whales (They were my favorite. Still are.).
After I stopped wanting to be a marine biologist, I wanted to be an actress. I guess that I'm OK at acting, and anyone in my family will give testament to the fact that I am often seen having conversations with myself quite often.
The problem with acting is that, while I love doing it, at my school they only do musicals. And my singing abilities are mediocre at best.
You don't want to hear me sing.
Ever.
So I have forsaken being an actress for a career that accepts my weirdness and will totally allow me to stay locked in my room muttering to myself and call it OK.
Writing.
I have, I guess, always wanted to be a writer. I've been writing stories since I was very little, and have been talking to myself for as long as I can remember, creating characters and worlds and talking to them.
My mom once told me that I used to go around telling people stories in a different language when I was little.
I must have been an awesome kid.
So while becoming a marine biologist is on the back burner, and being an actress a tempting possibility, but not one I am quite cut out for, I go off to my room to talk to myself.
Again.
The voices are protesting and I think I should go yell at them.
Till next time,
ELLE

I Am Always Thoroughly Amazed When...

I decided that I am going to answer that question a few times in this update.

I am always thoroughly amazed when I get enough sleep at night.

I am always thoroughly amazed when movies don't end the way I think they will.

I am always thoroughly amazed when I trip, though I shouldn't be.

I am always thoroughly amazed when teachers call on me in class when I am not raising my hand, even though they do it all the time just to have sick little teacher inside joke time.

I am always thoroughly amazed when songs that I already have on my iPod get on the radio.

I am always thoroughly amazed when people look at my iPod and recognize some of the songs.

I am always thoroughly amazed when my prayers seem answered.

I am always thoroughly amazed when I get a good grade on an Algebra quiz.

I am always thoroughly amazed when people laugh at what I say.

I am always thoroughly amazed when life hands me lemons. Who knew that life was such a swell guy? Giving me lemons. What a nice feller.

I am always thoroughly amazed when my imaginary friends refuse to talk to me.

I am always thoroughly amazed when my brain comes back from break and finds my body doing weird things.

I am always thoroughly amazed when people actually read this. If they even do.

I am always thoroughly amazed when I take time out of my day to write stuff like this.
I need to go do my homework.
Good Night.

Why I Am Pathetic

I am pathetic because I still watch Disney Channel movie premieres.
Don't judge.

Vacation and Why I Hate It

OK, I know what you're thinking - why on Earth would anyone in their right mind hate vacation? Do you want to know why? Even if you don't I'm still going to tell you, so here goes.
I hate vacation because it is sneaky. It tricks you into thinking that every day is Saturday and then all of the sudden all of those Saturdays become Monday and life sucks again.
Vacation is just one big fat lie.
I get so used to the routine of going to bed very late, so late it can sometimes be considered early, and getting up at the crack of noon. Later than that, even.
But then Monday comes, and vacation is over, and at 6:00 my alarm dings on and starts pumping music into my room. And that doesn't wake me. So my mum comes in fifteen minutes afterwards and shakes my foot.
Yeah, you would think heavy metal would wake a body up real quick, but no, it sends me off to sleep. I still need my mother to wake me up. How sad is that?
But still, another reason vacation sucks - the homework teachers give you. OK, so they don't specifically call it homework, but it is. I have to do most of a project for Civics, read two chapters in my English book and answer the worksheet questions, do an entire Spanish packet, and study for the chapter test I'm having in Honors Algebra the Tuesday after we get back.
Seriously?
My teachers all said "Relax, enjoy the vacation, we aren't giving you any homework!"
THAT IS A BIG FAT LIE AND THEY ALL KNOW IT!!!!
They positively loaded us up with homework! They just didn't call it that.
And do you know why?
Technically, teachers aren't allowed to give us homework over vacation.
So what is this, you ask?
Treason.
Make 'em walk the plank, says I!
Sorry, I've been reading pirate novels lately and the slang is catching on with me.
That, and I like piratical analogies.
What ever the case on my piracy, I still don't like school vacation.
And it is half way over.
And I'm mad.
I don't want to go back to school.
Not one bit.
Aw...