First day of school SENIOR YEAR. Not sure how I feel about that. Egad.

Anatomy is fine: I have it with Sarah and Ellyn and basically it should be a pretty awesome class, even though we did take notes on the first day. Alas. Second hour is AUT: yawn. Third was creative cuisine, which I knew was a joke, but seriously? We made COLLAGES. We cut pictures out of magazines and pasted them to bits of paper to make a journal cover. (Plus, since there's another Kelsey in the class, I had to spell out my full name in cut out letters and that seriously took fucking forever. Goddammit, world, stop naming your children Kelsey.)

LIT IS AWESOME. Mostly, McDonough is awesome, which I knew. She is absolutely freaking cahrazy, but I think she's probably one of my favourite people EVER. She just bounces around and yells everyone's names and laughed hysterically and kept saying, "OH! This class is like a London reunion! I can't wait to reminisce!"

Tomorrow will be my hard day (AP Euro, AP Psych, AP Stat, Spanish 4), but I'm excited. I love Mr. Priest and his accidental hilarity and words that no one has ever heard of before. Huzzah!

Between Jims McAsturge, the perfect man Jim Sturgess and Eddie Redmayne, I can hardly keep my wits about me. It's like they are in a never-ending adorable contest and they are both winning.


School starts on Monday. Oy vey. On the brightish side, I "narrowed" my list of schools I'm applying to down to 9 (even if I there is no chance I'll get into 2+ of them). I was aiming for 8 tops, but my mom thinks I should leave it as it is.

FLIST, I NEED COLLEGE RELATED HELP. How many schools did you apply to/are you applying to? How many did you get into? How many did you visit? Is it necessary to visit all of them? Is nine a ridiculously stupid number of schools to apply to? Haaaaaaaalp.

Took my senior pictures today. It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. I was so nervous before. Literally hyperventilating. Which is pathetic, they're just pictures, but whatever.

Got a bunch of new clothes for school. I never buy clothes and now, suddenly, I own like 6 pairs of jeans and tops that I actually like. I was very unprepared.

Finally got my permit renewed. So, now all I have to do is a) drive and b) not panic. Easier said than done.

THREE DAYS UNTIL SCHOOL STARTS. This is bad. Ack.

Hallo flist, it's been so long. Actually, less than a week. I have been neglecting you, tragically. The fundraiser was actually really great. My goal was 50 people and $300 -- we ended up with an audience of about 45 and $341 in donations (without mine and Adrian's). So, yeah, we rock.

School starts in FIVE DAYS. FIIIIIIIIVE DAYYYYYS. NOT ON, SO NOT ON.

I have some new friends, so if you're at all interested in reading my tl;dr post about myself, let me direct you hurr.

Also, I've been watching a lot of No Reservations with Anthony Bourdain and I have decided that I love that crazy fucker, eating brains and bits of hearts, even if he is, occasionally, an absolute prick. Plus, I'm so jealous. He goes everywhere and I go nowhere. Alas. Again, my life is tragic.

I almost missed luff of my life Jim Sturgess on Alexa Chung today because of the stupid RBRO meeting. Kelsey had to drive about 80 to get to my house in time and then almost ran me over because when I running around, blinded by love, I was standing behind her car. However, I LIVED TO SEE JIM STURGESS and tell the tale, etc. YES.

Sooooooo, my screening is tomorrow and the panic hasn't set in yet. I'm just really, really excited. Woke up at the crack of a quarter to six and scurried off to KFRU for our intense radio interview with Emily and Fiona. Despite the fact that we got locked out of the building and didn't actually get inside until after our interview was supposed to begin, it went really well. While I was discussing the idea of pimp culture, I realize that there's no possible way to say the word "pimping" without sounding like an absolute ass. When I got in the car, the first thing my mom said was, "PIMPIIIIING."

I spent a while texting almost everyone in my phone about the screening. And got about 4 replies. THANKS, EVERYONE I KNOW. WAY TO SUCK.

ETA: And here comes the stress.  Basically, none of my actual friends are going. Kelsey doesn't think she can go because of some senior mentor training thing, Carlyn's going to be in Chicago, Ellen's going to be in St. Louis, and Sarah (who is actually going) is mad at me. I was supposed to hang out with her on Friday and then go to her friend Allison's pre-opening party at her new job or something, but since my dad is flying in Friday morning, I can't.

I mean, it's not like I'm ditching her, am I? She was one of the people I texted this morning about the fundraiser she just sent back, "when I say I'll go to something, I go," which I think is a bit uncalled for. Yeah, I'm a horrible person. I apologized like 3 times. JFC I CAN'T HELP IT.

OMG YOU GUYS. ME & ADRIAN DID OUR TV INTERVIEW TODAY. YEAH, I'M ON TV. I'M FAMOUS. I'M A CELEEEEEEEEEBRITY!

So, I was hoping these weird dreams would stop, but they just keep getting stranger. Last night I dreamt that there was 4 book "epilogue" series to Harry Potter, which was all well and good until Harry killed himself at the end of the last one. So disturbing. I woke up crying at like 5 am because that's just so wrong. Wtf, subconscious?

The one after that was about going to see the movie version of that book and there were all kinds of random bits about broken elevators and rolling down hills and Beyonce, but the part I remember vividly was the end because I couldn't stop eating these oreos. Okay, I really like oreos, but someone had spilled cake batter or something on these and they tasted really awful and floury and I just kept eating them. When I woke up, I felt sick to my stomach and I was really afraid that I'd eaten something in my sleep.

I have weird food issues anyway, but dreaming about cookies is just bad. Baaaaad.

ETA: My dad called me earlier. First of all, I couldn't even hear him on his stupid on star/car phone/wtfever, and then he asked me if there were any other colleges I wanted to visit. I said I didn't know and he got really mad and kept saying, "You know, this isn't just something you can procrastinate -- you have to apply to colleges this year!" Really, dad? Do I apply to colleges this year? Wow, thanks, I completely forgot for that two seconds I wasn't panicking.

This is why texting is one of my favourite inventions. Ever:

My last post deleted itself somehow ... ?

But anyway,  I'm rereading Shoebox again and I can't believe that I forgot exactly how genuinely, heart-warmingly, face-punchingly, butterflies-in-your-stomachly lovely it is. Just makes me so happy. And makes me wish I was a better writer, alas.

Also, this was an excuse to use my new AVPM icon and ogle Darren/Harry, who is very cute and he could give me a wreath any time. Hahahah.

Lastly, LJ, LET MY NOTIFICATIONS GOOOOO. Please. *tear* I miss them. I am lost without them.


Tell me, dear flist, what do you think of my hair?

                          ( TELL ME THE TRUUUUTH )

Saw Rudo y Cursi today with Ellen. It was excelente. Excelente y adorable. On a related note, I think that Diego Luna and Gael Garcia Bernal are my OTP. Hahahahahaha. Oh dear. It's sort of late.

GOT MY HAIR CUT. YEAH, IT'S AWESOME. Will post a lovely picture soon. brb, punching photobucket in the face.

Day got a bit better. I realized that facebook doesn't hate me, I just switched my email address. Oops. Embarrassed. But not really.

Fixed my link: add me on twitter please, if you have one. If not, I don't recommend it. It's either very confusing or I'm just not that bright. Hm.

My mom bought Dave a "care package" (3 bags of chips and 5 different kinds of candy) since he's going to the river for a day. I asked her to pick up some salad that I could have for dinner. She forgot. Thanks mom.

I feel like I am LOSING MY MIND. My life is all screwy for no reason. I still have to go to the coffee shop to try and get donations & Chelsea can't even go. Agh. I did enlist Kelsey however to come with me, although she doesn't know it yet. Facebook won't let me sign in (WTF NOOOO). My eye hurts and  I really don't want to go blind. I have to register for the ACT (AGAIN) by Friday. Meeting Chelsea and her friend tomorrow apparently, but I don't know cause FACEBOOK HATES ME. My email has stopped working. Bad. Baddy bad baaaaaaaaaad.

And I have developed a new obsession with Gossip Girl. I LUFF IT. Even though I'm only 11 episodes into the second season since Sarah's friend lost the last 2 discs. But still. LOVE IT.

MY FUNDRAISER IS IN EIGHT DAYS. PANIC. PANIC. PANIC. PAAAAAAAAAANIC.

Creepy Katie Bell sympathizes. Plus, I am still in my pyjamas. Fuck.

I have succumbed to the peer pressure. And by that, I mean faux_ciel  made me a twitter account. But I don't have any friends yet (is that what you call them on twitter? I don't even know. I think it's followers, but that sounds really creepy). So. Twitter friends, please?

OMG TWITTER!? What's your username, flist?

I AM SO RESTLESS.

I JUST REALLY WANT TO DO SOMETHING.

My meeting went absolutely swimmingly. Plus, I'm loving this weather today -- I finally got to wear the red skirt and my new purple cardigan (oh, H&M, let me count the ways I love you ...). There were only four other people there but everything is sorted and well on its way to being completely awesome. Yeah.


I'm really loving the Kaiser Chiefs and The Stills right now. Also, Fanfarlo and An Horse (even though I only know one of each of their songs). NEED MOAR MUSIC. YES.

CLASSY POINTS FOR TODAY:
screamed indiscriminately at mom/dog/picture falling off shelf while half asleep -10
out of bed before noon +10
cereal for breakfast -5
watched Alexa Chung +3 (what, she's English!?)
watched nickelodeon -5
went to the dentist +15 (go hygiene!)
went to the ~country club with SB +30 (yeah, it's true)
wore yoga pants to the ~country club -7
ate chicken fingers -10
conversed with a woman who is setting up an ICA booth at my screening +5
saw "The Ugly Truth" -15
going to a baseball game with SB on sunday +20 (Sarah: "we're going becktell style. i.e. company seats.")

TWENTY NINE. YEAH BITCH, I'M CLASSY.


(I think I had a dream about eating peanut butter crackers last night, in between my fucking crazy Harry Potter dreams that make zero sense.)

Today: ADVENTURES WITH CARLYN. Super fun. We went to the pool, got attacked by bees (kind of), watched Captain Corelli's Mandolin (haaaaay nekkid!Christian Bale), chilled at the Ragtag for evah like the cool ~indie kids we are, then saw Moon. Which was fantastic. SEE IT. Sam Rockwell and Sam Rockwell? And Kaya Scodelario was in it too. Random.

Then her car battery died and I met my new life heroes, Guys in the Hitt Street Parking Garage. Ahhh, I love them.

Also, this college business is killing my soul. First, where am I applying? College applications. FAFSA applications. Which scholarships do I apply for? Should I do the custody thing for more aid? OMG SO MANY DECISIONS AND I CAN'T EVEN DECIDE HOW TO GET MY HAIR CUT. </rant>

I hate my life. Ahfkajgnl'jgkldhbklg';ls

EDIT: This is why I fail at college things, like essay writing.

Rewatching the first season of 30 Rock on netflix and remembering why it's so freaking awesome. Also, eating lots of ravioli a la Liz Lemon. Very cool.

Watched Like Minds this afternoon. REALLY GOOD. Not at all what I expected, but great acting? Check. Boarding school? Check. Toni Collette? Check. EDDIE REDMAYNE? unf Check. TOM STU? unnf Check.



Creepy, yes, but hot. ohhh, the cheekbones ...

EDIT: Oh, frustration! I've been working on this freaking screening for two months and my mom just walked in and said, "So, on August 13 at 4 o'clock, you're getting your pictures done." NO MOM, WRONG ANSWER. On August 13 at 4 o'clock, I'm going to be pissing my pants because I'm so nervous and pacing the halls of Memorial Union trying to get everything set up. NOT GETTING PICTURES TAKEN. WTFFFF. Thanks for knowing what day it is. Plus, those are going to be the most shit senior pictures anyone has ever taken considering I am the least photogenic person I have ever met. AKSJKL":SGAK:WHGL *headdesk*

Good day. Boring and quiet, but good nonetheless. Wow, I really need a life. Does anyone have one they're not using at the moment?

Watched Across the Universe (OMGHAYJIMSTURGESSILOVEYOU). Got my new copy of Nylon and OMG JAMIE DORNAN AD in the cover. YES. WITH NO SHIRTS. AND SEXY JAMIE DORNAN FACIAL HAIR. AND WET!JAMIE DORNAN. Now I'm watching A Very Potter Musical (don't judge me, it's hi-larious) and eating kettle corn (why is it so good? it's killing me).