To Be Fairly Honest,

Pottermore was a bit of a letdown.
Like, what is it? I watched the video of Jo talking four times and I don't really know what it's supposed to be. I thought it would be the encyclopedia, but now...I'm...not so sure.
After reading the crazy frenzy of live blogging on Questa's blog, where she waited at her computer screen for Pottermore to open, I feel a little guilty.
I stayed up until four and then I fell asleep. I only got online now.
But now I see that it wasn't even worth stressing myself over! If it's not opening until October, why would you announce it now when you're not even done yet?
Humph.
I love Harry Potter, but how can I love this when I don't even know what is going on?

Gooey Funk

Recently, I've been in a funk.
The kind of funk where you are just angry at everything, and feel completely purposeless, and want to finish everything but simply don't have that kind of motivation, and all you want to do is lie face-down on the floor, not moving, and wonder why you even exist at all.
I am a lazy person in an astounding number of ways, but I am rarely lethargic, and I hate being this way. It's frustrating.
Most people (the kind of people who still say 'funk') would describe this kind of a mood as a blue funk, but I think my funk is more a squishy, lurid purple kind of funk that is horrible to be trapped in, and a sad sight for those who aren't in any sort of funk at all.
(Funk is starting to be a semantic satiation in this post, isn't it? No. Wait. Don't answer. Yes, it is.) (You're so endearingly charming, FRAS! Talking to yourself like someone cares!) (*blushes in the most endearingly charming way possible* Oh, stop it!)
It's times like this where I forget to do stuff that I love, like bake food or talk to my friends or work on my stories or read books that I've read fifty thousand times. I just end up focusing on how much my life sucks and looking up sucky bands on purpose (which is a deviation from my normally much more impressive pursuit of good music) and abandoning books in the middle because I hate everything and watching (I'm not even kidding) five hours of Glee in a row because I want to indulge in an activity where my legs and mind don't move.
Skip the parenthetical sentences if you'd like to see me reach the point! *attempts dashing grin that just comes off as creepy*
(I had a Season One box set because I decided to start watching the show finally after two years. The plot line has a lot of holes and it's a little stereotypical and, quite frankly, the show doesn't make a lot of sense sometimes, but it's a good show to watch when you are doing an excellent impersonation of someone in a screen-induced coma. Also, they can sing. Sometimes, I wish they would leave certain songs alone [I don't care if you're Vocal Adrenaline, you do not TOUCH Bohemian Rhapsody], but they all have stunning voices, and Quinn's and Rachel's make me especially jealous.)
(I'm so sorry for all of you who don't watch Glee. Here. I hope this makes you forgive me. It is soap that looks like food.)
It's so easy to fall into this kind of anti-creative funk. Unbelievably easy to just give up, especially when it's summer vacation and you live in the kind of town where I live. And I think that hoisting yourself out of a funk is completely dependent on you, and how you work. In my case, I just need to stop doing all of the things that are detracting from my creativity and focus purely on one thing before I can even begin to work on anything else.
But sometimes that is so, so hard to remember, and even harder to attempt.
In even more FRAS-related news, I am going on vacation! So, posts will be infrequent/nonexistent until July 4. I only say this because I've been better about posting lately, and this hiatus is NOT me slipping into my ways of yore, just me being in Orlando. At the Harry Potter theme park. Yeah.
Also, since I probably won't be blogging on the day, a happy early birthday to my cousin Questa, whose birthday is on Friday!
And also a happy birthday to Sonic the Hedgehog, who is twenty whole years old today! I never played your games, Sonic, and I probably wouldn't even know it was your birthday if it wasn't for Alex Day putting up a video about it.

Summer Supremes

It is June 18th now, I've been out of school for a whole week (summer goes faster than you think it will) and I am fulfilling my vision of what I thought my summer would be like: sitting in pajamas  in front of the computer, eating cereal, writing, and making plans to do stuff (unlike last summer, I plan to actually leave the house once in a while this year).
This is definitely not my favorite part of summer, but, you know, it's familiar. And summery, I suppose, because what other time of year do I really get to do this?
So, I am making a list of my favorite things-summery things. Think of it like the song, only there is a definite absence of schnitzel with noodles.

• Going to bed late, and not having to wake up early. (That's groovy, because I reap the benefits with none of the consequences, unlike during the school year, when I can stay up as late as I want but end up having to get up at six-thirty anyway.)
• Being able to walk everywhere, because it's WARM
• The feeling of air conditioning on skin after coming in from outside
• Warm concrete
• Swimming
• The smell of sunscreen
• Freshly mowed lawns
• Ice pops
• White sundresses
• Getting my hair cut shorter for the summer
• Music releases (they all seem to happen in the summer, I think, or am I crazy?)
• Rereading Harry Potter, like I do every year
• (This summer, anyway) The last Harry Potter film
• Eating unreasonable things for lunch (like cereal...) because no one is around to tell me otherwise
• Spending time with one of my friends before she ships herself off to boarding school next year
• Lemonade
• Lemon-scented items
• Lying down in the grass and looking up at the sky
• Recycling all of last year's school papers (Except Trig. Trig goes in the blooming shredder. And is then set on fire. And then I dance around the ashes, making up a chant and then singing it backwards.) (Not really. But God, I hate Trig.)
• So. Much. Time. To. Do. Things.
• Not seeing those annoying classmates of mine whom I would prefer not to see
• Reading those books and seeing those movies you promised you'd watch over the summer (I've already read The Great Gatsby [before John put it as the Nerdfighter Blurbing Book Club Book! How's that for psychic ability?] and seen Cool Hand Luke.)
• Baking food. Like brownies or bread.
• The smell of talcum powder
• Water gun fights
• Making lists on this increasingly pointless blog I keep

Also, I am going on vacation soon! To Orlando! (Actually, basically to the South of the U.S., but ORLANDO is my main focus. Unbridled commercialism, here I come!)

Quote for Saturday, June 18, 2011:

It is foolish to tear one's hair in in grief, as though sorrow would be made less by baldness.

-Cicero

Muse for Today:

I don't know if you know about this already, but oh my God, this is whipping me into a frenzy. If you don't like Harry Potter, you are free to skip this link. WHAT IS JO PLANNING? But it is so groovy--SOMETHING IS HAPPENING.

http://www.pottermore.com

Click on one of the owls.

Why Don't I Finish Anything?

While I was watching this video from nerimon, I was reminded of Brain Crack.
What?
Yes.
Brain Crack is an idea that these guys stole from this other guy, but it wasn't really thievery, they just talked about zefrank's idea, so it's just like citing your sources, and I hate this sentence because it's a nightmare, and basically the whole idea is (as Alex explained in the video...unless you just scrolled by it without a legitimate reason to skip it, in which case I despise but completely relate to you) is when you get an idea, and your brain cannot immediately work on it, and you keep working away at it in your head, thinking about it, and perfecting it to the point that you are never, ever going to finish it. Or start it. And your brain becomes addicted to thinking about the possible conception of this idea, like a drug.
Oh.
So there's a name for it.
Because I have these ideas all the time, which it is one of the things I loathe about myself. I have never finished anything that I like, but I have all of these good ideas that I never even start.
Sometimes, it's because:

• I am distracted in World Studies/Math/English, and I think of some idea obviously  sent from Heaven itself (yeah, that's right), and then I can't do anything about it, because I am in school. I can never start just randomly doing something in class, because I am sure to get caught or miss something that might be on the final.

Other times, it is because:

• I'm outrageously lazy and don't like doing stuff.

Which is bad, bad, bad and really has no excuse except that everyone's doing it Mom my God just leave me alone so I can listen to the sound of my teenage angst alone in my room.

Is there some sort of cure for Brain Crack? Do you have any Brain Crack ideas?

Pretty much every single story I've ever attempted to write is Brain Crack, which goes like this:

"I really like that idea about the ninja princess unicorns who, like, team up with Medusa and, like, go mess up Atlantis. That's a pretty cool idea that, like, everyone will love! People, like, love Atlantis! I am so full of ambition and drive! LET'S DO THIS!"

Two days later:

"I'm kind of bored. What should I do? Maybe write that ninja princess unicorn story that I wanted to write a few days ago? I said I would start that, but then I did something unimportant...maybe I should do that?"

*goes on Internet instead*

Three weeks later:

"Princess...ninja...unicorns? WHY DO I BOTHER THINKING AT ALL? I HATE EVERYTHING."

Three weeks and one day later:

"So I had this totally cool idea, right? There are, like, sea turtles, and they're, like, waiters for this diva of a rooster..."

Quote for Wednesday, June 15, 2011:

Large was his wealth, but larger was his heart.

-John Dryden

(http://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/John_Dryden#Absalom_and_Achitophel_.281681.29)

Muse for Today:

I am sick of the Internet, and I think I am alone in this opinion.

A Desperately Scattered Post

Generic Friend: Heyy

Me: Hi.

Generic Friend: What's up?!?

Seriously? I might kill you.

I don't like people who do that. If you are bored, don't spread your ennui my way. I am happy here. On the internet. Or, you know, not on the Internet. Um, yeah. That happens, um, often. All the time. *coughs, refuses to make eye contact, pulls at collar of t-shirt*

As much as I like hearing from my friends, them being bored is not really something that stimulates my interest. Become less boring, and then talk to me.

Oh. I'm a jerk. Don't look at me. DON'T LOOK AT MY TEARS

Exams are over, but I still have to get my results, and I am maybe 89.4% sure I failed math and physics, but I am not worried about anything else. Because I am totallyfreakingwonderful at everything else, right? *begins to cry anew*

Also, I finished Darkly Dreaming Dexter. The ending traumatized me because Jeff Lindsay is a brilliant, annoying sadist who likes toying with the vulnerable feelings of his readers. But I quite like the book, and I would read the second one. Dexter's an interesting guy.

Things what I did today:

• Woke up
• Took an English final
• The bell rang in a disappointingly un-High School Musical way
• But we were let out of school forever! (Until next fall)
• Walked to a restaurant to have breakfast with three of my friends
• Ate breakfast
• It was really good (banana-nut French toast)
• Wandered around my town
• Realized that if you are a group of nerdy teenagers there is nothing to do in my town
• Walked to a craft store
• Bought black half-masks
• Wore them on the street
• I'm fairly sure people in their cars thought we were crazy
• I know at least one of them stared
• Went to my house
• Watched Phineas and Ferb
• Hmm
• Anyway
• Got a shot
• It didn't really hurt that badly
• But I would say that anyway, because I want the Internet to believe that I'm not a sniveling little coward
• Ate pasta
• Gods above, I did a lot of eating today
• And putting it on this list just makes me look like a bigger pig
• Ah well
• I do like eating
• I am watching Tron: Legacy
• And it is well-made and quite technically proficient
• (HONESTLY, GUYS--THEY'RE WEARING LIGHT)
• But Disney needs to stop using the name 'Flynn'
• Tangled and Tron: Legacy had close release dates, and they had 'Flynn Rider' and 'Sam Flynn' respectively
• The next film they release will have a guy named 'Flynn Flynn'
• I wouldn't be surprised
• I am done
• I have to finish watching this film

Quote for Friday, June 10, 2011:

I assure you, a tiger, or a venomous serpent could not rouse terror in me equal to that which he wakens.

-Isabella Heathcliff

(http://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/Wuthering_Heights#Wuthering_Heights_.281847.29)

Muse for Today:

Sometimes, being with people you like very much is exhaustive, because you actually care about their opinions. I tend to be more honest with people I barely know than people whom I actually trust. Why is this?

Gods Above

It's finals week.

I hate finals.

But it's my last week of school before summer vacation. (tries to work self up to excitement and fails, because finals suck too much)

I feel kind of guilty about even writing anything, because it is tangible proof that I am not trying to study, but there you have it. I am not going to study until the night before.

Anyway. This link is really cool.

I knew some of them, though. Like

• aglet (thank you, Phineas and Ferb)
• arms akimbo (thank you, Outcasts of 19 Schuyler Place. Even though you never taught me how to spell 'Schuyler', you managed to teach me something)
• petrichor (thank you, Doctor Who)
• Brannock device (thank you, shoe shopping)
• ferrule (thank you, school)

Tum ti tum ti tum.

Yuck.

If anyone ever offers you Trigonometry, just say no. It's okay to say no to Trig, kids.

I'm not making coherent sense. You know why? Because of Trig, and because of this project that my group and I left until the last minute in Spanish. Even though it was entirely our fault, I will blame it on my Spanish teacher, because that makes me feel better about my stupidity.

That's all. I'm going to go pretend to study. I'm sorry about my uninteresting post. Also, B (my cousin) went back to school today. Sucks to be B, but good luck to her anyway.

*fades away into nothing using bad special effect*

Days until finals start: 1 day, depending on how you look at it.

Days until finals end: 4 days.

Finals I feel like I have to study for: 3.

Mixed Feelings

I have news to share with those of you who know that I hate my Spanish teacher.

That ought to be everybody, since I never shut my mouth (or my... keyboard?) about how much I hate my Spanish teacher (a lot).

WELL.

In Spanish class, there was a project, which is still ongoing, but part of it was due Wednesday. For part of the project, we separated into groups and these groups were our 'family' when we were moving to a Spanish-speaking country. We each had a part to play in the family. (I was the ten-year-old girl!) And we had to write a thirty-entry diary from the character while they adjusted to life in their Spanish-speaking country. (We lived in Chile.)

I hated this project, not just because it was assigned by my Spanish teacher, whom I hate, but because it was simply annoying and time-consuming, and I had other things I wanted to do but couldn't, because of this wacko Spanish project assigned by my wacko Spanish teacher.

Using my logic (a logic which I find no one else uses or should use) I didn't end up finishing the project until the night before it was due, even though my Spanish teacher had given us two months to do it.

She handed back the diaries on Friday, and mine had quite a few disheartening blue marks all over it (on every single sentence I wrote except for ONE), but so did everyone. But ugh, I'm not supposed to get as many mistakes as everyone! *flips hair*

Anyway. *arranges hair back into normalcy*

SHE told the entire Spanish class (both of them) that she thought my writing was good. That I had the funniest diary she's ever read as a teacher and that she hopes I like writing in English, because 'there is definitely a writer in there' and that if I pursue it, I could go far.

I simply don't know what to think. Do I:

take the compliment because she is has read more books in her life and likes my writing and thinks I could get somewhere with it? Also, because I like compliments?

or do I

denounce the compliment because I hate her and everything she does and feel like my writing must be awful if she likes it? And I feel like my writing is crap anyway? And because bitterness is my thing?

Quote for Saturday, June 4, 2011:

"I'd like to live as a poor man with lots of money."

-Pablo Picasso

(http://thinkexist.com/quotation/i-d_like_to_live_as_a_poor_man_with_lots_of_money/217843.html)

Muse for Today:

Why do people use so much more than they need? What makes us feel like we can do that?

Days until finals start: 6, including today.

A Happy Pig and Stupid Pigs

(I love this pig.) (Also, I do not own this picture of this pig. All credit goes here.)
It is 2011, a year which is almost halfway done. Wow. Time goes slowly while you're living it, but when you look back, it seems like gobs and gobs of time are slipping away.

"It reminds me that I'm closer to death!"

Ah, yes. Thank you, Cheerful Callie of Ironica, for your wise words of...cheer. Heh.

"You're welcome!"

Ah, ha! I hate you! But thanks!

So, in our seminar today, we are going to talk about something blah yeah bleh ugh.

I have nothing to say, but I wanted to put a post up anyway because I don't want to get out of practice and have to launch myself in with a BEDA-style challenge.

Again.

I have finals soon, but they start on Wednesday. I'll study. Tuesday night.

And maybe after school ends and I stop "learning" from my Spanish teacher every day for an hour (an hour where she figuratively sticks a bottle opener covered in acid into my brain and randomly pokes around in there but literally makes us write dialogue after unnecessary dialogue for want of anything better to do) my writing will not suck so much.

Or maybe it will. Who knows. I hate my Spanish teacher. What a cow. What a pig. (No offense, Smiling Pig Above.)

I also hate stupid females and males in my World Studies class. (I mean, come on. I'm not that smart, but even I know that Islam is not a country. Or a language. OR a city. I'm surprised you can even read, much less be in an honors class. And do you know how I know what Islam is? Because I actually do the bloody reading! EXTRAORDINARY!)

I'm sorry about this post. But enjoy the pig. And look at the Muse, so you can have the pleasure of reading something that is not me. Unfortunately, I am an unfaithful Blogger user, and they are all from Tumblr.

Quote for Thursday, June 2, 2011:

Never trust a pig selling pork sandwiches.

-Tom Robbins

(http://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/Pig)

Muse for Today:

MR. BEAN! PAPER HAT! *swoons and dies*: http://nerdboyfriend.com/2010/04/rowan-atkinson/
One of the funniest Tumblrs ever: http://nickclegglookingsad.tumblr.com/
Something Harry Potter related and funny because of Ron's face: http://lexcanroar.tumblr.com/post/6108987401