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18 June 2012 @ 02:29 pm
I want to go to college in New York City. I would literally sell a few of my organs if it meant I could go to NYU or Columbia. I would DIE for it. I'm putting it on my bucket list, for crying out loud.

But, honestly, it seems impossible to me. Your SAT scores need to be through the roof. And, sure, I have enough extracurriculars to buff up my application (I was voted to be Student Body President for my upcoming senior year which is keysmash worthy), but, I mean, I feel like it's just never going to be enough.

NYC is my dream city. I love the energy, the crowds, the diversity. I want to live in that and be a part of it. And unless my SATs break 2100, I just feel like it won't happen for me.

I want to make it happen so bad. So bad. And I'm going to do my best. I apply for colleges this fall, so I'm definitely keeping my fingers crossed.
Is this a good time to make my grand entrance back into livejournal? Because it has been one day and one year since I've made a post.

And I miss it.
15 June 2011 @ 12:04 am
I was watching Glee's Original Song episode on my DVR today because it was just me and my brother home, so he sits next to me to watch with.

It goes pretty well. He makes little comments about how he thinks Santana is hot, and Brittany is too except she's an idiot, and Quinn is a b*tch and Rachel is cute and Mike is awesome and Puck is his homeboy and Finn-who the heck names their kid Finn?

I was so proud of my brother, watching Glee with me, because whenever he watches it with me, my dad makes an appearance and he rips on the show so hard because he wants to change the channel to SportsNet or something. Whatever. Brother always makes fun of 'homos' when my dad is around and Glee is on the TV. Apparently my dad finds is utterly hilarious to make fun of Chris Colfer because he's 'feminine' and has a 'girl voice' and blah blah blah. Dad, I don't care. Chris Colfer might not be a stud like Mark Salling, but he's beautiful. Just. Please, he's a beautiful human being and you cannot make fun of him for being who he is.

Okay, so anyway, that beautiful Kurt and Blaine scene comes on (you know the one where they kiss and it makes me smile like a goof every time I see it and don't get me started or I will never stop talking about it) and brother goes sour.

"That's not right. Are they both gay in real life?"

"No, Bobby. Just Kurt. Blaine is straight in real life."

"That's disgusting. Two guys together is..."

"It's beautiful, Bobby. Love is love."

"How can he kiss another guy if he's straight?"

"Have you ever heard of Neal Patrick Harris? He's gay in real life, but he plays a straight man in How I Met Your Mother. That's basically the same concept."

Bobby was in denial. And I realized then that Glee did not only exist for entertainment, but to educate.

"Bobby, you can't help who you love. You were born the way you were."

I watched the Prom Queen episode with him next and when Kurt got elected queen as a horrible joke, Bobby got defensive.

"Why would someone do that? That is mean. I would kick them in the balls."

That's my boy.

And then my dad came home and ruined it by shouting at me to put on the Phillies game.

09 June 2011 @ 08:56 pm
My life is now complete. If I were to die right this minute, I would die the happiest girl on the planet.

You see, my friend Mary invited me to go to the Glee concert with her last night, and oh my god, could life be any more lovely.

They sang live, they were beautiful, and Cory Monteith is seriously my biggest fan-crush right now. I would seriously have his babies. I would birth his beautiful Canadian children ♥.

T-shirts for $40. That was all I had on me, and I needed cash for today, so instead, I bought two foam fingers and that's all I need. My life is complete and I am so happy I could cry. Whenever they said "How you doing Philadelphia" I wanted to freak out and jump around and go into the happiest epileptic shock ever. I was like 200 feet away from them and I love Glee. I love Glee and I didn't know how much it made me truly, genuinely happy until last night.

Darren Criss was there and I love him because he is so naturally talented it makes me envious. Chris Colfer did the Single Ladies skit and he is a princess and everything glitter. Lea Michele's voice gives me ten times more goosebumps live than it does just listening to a recording.

I didn't even take pictures because I want the memories to always be right from my mind.

I just. I could cry, that is how ridiculously happy and in love I am right now.

And I want to have Cory Monteith's babies.
04 June 2011 @ 09:15 am
Finals next week. Contemplating jumping off a cliff.

Can't even begin to think about this right now. Summer is so ridiculously close, like for real, who wants to study. No one. Yeah, I thought so.

Lucky for me, though, I gots me a party tonight, so I can get all pretty and pretend school doesn't exist for four and a half hours. Yes, that's what I'll do. Sounds good.

I just. Can't even. My brain is nothing but mush and why. Why do teachers put us all through this. I can't even remember what I learned yesterday, let alone six months ago.

By the way, who watches Hawaii Five-0? Because seriously I am like almost half-way through watching the first season, and I love it. So much.
School starts up again tomorrow. It's completely unreal, because it seems like I just got away from school. How is that fair? Well, it isn't.

And I did absolutely nothing this entire Spring Break. Nothing. I ate junk food, that's what I did.

But I did go and see Disney's Prom with two friends. It was good; but, honestly, I was expecting more. And there was this annoying kid in the theater making obnoxious fart noises. Seriously? Seriously? It was totally not necessary.

But, anyway, Prom kind of reminded me of 10 Things I Hate About You. I don't know why, because 10 Things I Hate About You is far superior and Heath Ledger is a beautiful specimen in that movie. I don't know.

And now I am enjoying raspberry hot chocolate in a last attempt to enjoy Spring Break. So far, it is working.
16 April 2011 @ 01:05 pm
Re-watched Brokeback Mountain this morning.

It was seriously as tear-jerking as I remembered.

I honestly don't know why I do this to myself. I can't stop myself from looking like a blubbering fool during sad scenes. So why do I insist that I watch those movies that I know will make me sad?

Why do I do this to myself.

And watching this is making me miss Heath Ledger. So much.
03 April 2011 @ 07:58 am
The weeks are going by so quickly, it's practically blowing me away. Easter break is exactly eighteen days away and it needs to be here. Right now. School is kicking my behind hardcore and without mercy and I could really use a break.

And by the way, did anyone watch the Glee episode Original Song? I was going to make a post about it when it came out, but I forgot. I LOVED IT. That's all bye.

My mom's fiftieth birthday was three days ago, so my dad got her a new processor for the monitor we already have (because the other broke yadda yadda yadda long story short, it was attacked by a virus and all components are corrupt).

What was her response?

It went something along these lines: "I don't need a computer."

Cool, Mom. If you don't want it, I will gladly take it.

But I know she secretly loves it.
13 March 2011 @ 07:53 pm
How I feel after I let my parents and brother know I have a pounding headache and could they please not shout, and they completely disregard me.

But, you know, it's cool, because it's Sunday night and I don't want to be the party pooper, so I retreat upstairs to lay down.

Then good old Mommy dearest comes up, appears in the doorway, and begins to rant about a wet towel on the floor that isn't mine and how I'm lazy and blah blah blah. And the headache is now pounding at the top of my skull. So now I'm back downstairs, listening to Jurassic Park music and brother Bobby and Daddy-doo talk at a level which is not necessary.


I made a bucket list with my two closest friends. I am so dead serious about accomplishing these things, I'm saving up money now in an envelope labeled The Bucket List $.

#7 on the list is to meet Gale Harold.

I am going to meet that man. And I am going to marry him.

I am dead serious.
12 March 2011 @ 04:04 am
...'Cause baby, you were born this way.

Firstly, Lady Gaga is fabulous.

Secondly, I had to explain to my brother this week what a drag queen is. He gave me a blank stare over our clams and spaghetti. I had told him don't be a drag, just be a queen, and he replied with some snooty remark that all twelve-year-olds remark with. I asked if he even knew what a drag queen was. And thus the explanation ensued.

Which transitioned into a conversation about being fabulous. For 2011, I told myself that no matter what, I would always be fabulous. People start drama? Be fabulous. Teachers give me attitude? Be fabulous. Lady Gaga shows the world what being fabulous is all about? Be. Fabulous.

This is the entire story of my life. BE. FABULOUS.

Finally realized what career I want to pursue. So, I've recently discovered that I love to design things. No, not like dresses or clothes or something. I'm thinking more along the lines of graphic design. Therefore, I want to go into advertising. But, after talking to my art teacher (who teaches my graphic design class), I discovered that the graphics part might require art school or something and that requires a portfolio and that means I'd have to take art. And I have no drawing skills at all. So then I decided to round out the career choice a bit more

Since I love to talk, I could go into the business portion of it. But, my sister said the advertisement world is very competitive, my dad is only concerned about how much the job makes annually, and my mom is like sure okay just do whatever. The idea is very premature, of course, but I honestly feel so passionate about this. You have no idea.

On to other things.

I'm on the right track, baby, I was born to survive ♕Collapse )