Ok so I know I am a horrible person/ incredibly lazy and unbothered to post. Which is terrible of me, I know. I feel like a dreadful person. I feel so bad. But things have been busy round here. Finals went decently. Then I got a new boyfriend. And had about 8000 end-of-school things to go to. I had to clean my room. I had to shop. And most importantly, I had to have to pack for INDIA!!!!!!!!!!!

We leave tomorrow, and will have pretty much no internet while there. So sorry, but another month of no posting. I promise when I get back I’ll start actually writing and maybe even figure out how to upload pictures. No promises on that though. But yeah. India. It’s going to be AMAZING. And my boyfriend’s going too. It’s going to be so so so so so so much fun. After the traveling. 2 hour flight to Chicago, 20 hour flight to Delhi, 18 hour bus ride to Manali. With no more than 3 hours between each leg of the journey. Ugh. But once we get there it will be well worth it. We hang out in a village doing community service for a week, trek for 17 days in the mountains, and then chill in the big cities. It’s gonna be amazing.

So I hope you all have fantabulous summers and forgive me for not posting since forever. Byeee!!! Got to go pack now…

So I am so screwed for finals. Seriously. I haven’t even started studying, and two of my hardest- math and history- are tomorrow morning. I am going to FAIL. (Don’t ask me why I’m blogging right now instead of studying. I don’t have a decent answer and having to recognize that will only depress me.) But you know what? I don’t actually care. Because we leave for India in exactly 14 DAYS!!! YES!!!!!! And because I actually know a few of the people in my group now and, to my surprise, I really like some of them. 

And I also don’t care that I am screwed for the finals because today was the last day of classes. So no more struggling to stay awake through history ever again. And today was a complete joke. I had double block ceramics, my favorite class, and then I had chem, where we did NOTHING. Well, I did Sudoku. I don’t think anyone else did anything. Then I had French and we watched an awesome French movie from the 80s. Les Bronzes Font du Ski or something like that. It was great. All the guys in their way tight jeans, and the girls in earmuffs bigger than their heads. It was funny. And then I had a study, which I spent in ceramics doing nothing. And then I had English. Where we found out that on the English final, he is required to include a part about synthesis of Huck Finn and Catcher in the Rye, but that he really doesn’t want to grade it. So there’s going to be two parts: an essay on a short story, and the synthesis part. But if you ‘don’t have time for the synthesis’, that’s fine, he just won’t count that part. i.e. our final is going to be a joke. Then we played wiffleball as a class and I played 3rd base horribly and generally made a fool of myself. But it was fun anyway. 

So yeah. My day has been pretty amazing up til now. I”ve accomplished nothing. I’ve been expected to accomplish nothing. It’s been great. Now I just need to tear myself away from this blog and IM and get on with the studying and preparing for the history essay that will be on the final. She gave us the prompt a week ago and I’ve barely skimmed over it… wish me luck!

Oh dear. I really am an awful blogger. It’s been WEEKS since I was on here. Goodness. I’ve missed it. Sorry for the abscence. School etc is kind of taking over my life. Only 3 more days of classes!!! And then 3 half days of finals, then we’re done. Then like a week later we leave for India. I cannot WAIT to get out. Seriously. Not just out of school. Out of W-town, which is driving me crazy with its preppiness and obnoxiousness. Soon. Soon.

It is approximately 2 am as I write this. I just finished a history paper. Finally. Now I only need to take notes on 18 pages in my textbook. Too bad they’re mega pages with a bajillion words on them. Sigh. This could take several hours. I think I’m just going to have to wave the white flag on a good nights’ sleep. Again. 2 hours til I wake up. I’ll try to sneak in a good nap.

Ok. Two more things. Then I’ll stop procrastinating. I promise. First, I meant to post this bit like 2 weeks ago but quite obviously, I didn’t. Clearly. Anyway, as a senior prank, a few seniors snuck into the school over the weekend and laid down sod in a hallway, and put in a grill, swingset, wooden bench, river rock garden, and and flower patch. It must have taken hours and cost a fortune for the sod. And they even put down plastic bags beneath the sod for easy cleanup. How nice of them was that? Anyways, the administration went completely overboard and closed off the whole hallway all day and wouldn’t let anyone see it, and it was a bit disappointing. I saw it before they padlocked the doors though. It was brilliant. They have vowed to bring the perpetrators to justice. Everyone knows who did it but the school isn’t smart enough to figure it out. Whatever. It’s such a not big deal. But it was really really really funny. One of the custodians (who are my bffls, by the way) said the only reason the vice principal was so mad was that the lawn looked better than her own. Very possible, very possible. So that’s one piece of news.

Second, my sister was sprinting up the stairs and tripped and did something awful to her toenail. It bled a bit, but she was screaming and screaming for about half an hour. Horrible to watch. We cleaned it out some, and figured out that she split her big toenail and bent it back and cut it underneath. Ouch. I have this thing about toenails, ever since in 2nd grade I learned that the Aztecs used to rip out the toenails and fingernails of scribes from enemy tribes. I just couldn’t stomach it. I’m usually ok with blood and guts and stuff but the toenails just creep me out. So that’s my second newsflash. I’m sure it will go completley unnoticed. Whatever. Hope someone missed me while I’ve been being a lazy bum working my ass off to get my end of the year work done. So long for now!

Oh and ps. It’s like a billion degrees here right now. Kick me if I ever complain about being cold again.

OK. I lied. Only one post is going up today, beacause it’s late. The other one can come tomorrow.

So this weekend was the 27th Annual W-Town Memorial Day Tournament. And oh man, it was great. It’s for fourth graders, but my aunt and uncle run the W-Town Soccer Program, so my cousin and I always work there, doing… whatever needs doing. It’s not perfect. I hate the parents who are so sure they know what to do their first year volunteering when we’ve been here for 5. I hate the annoying siblings of players who do just the STUPIDEST stuff (today we had to kick a kid out of the concessions stand because he kept on dumping out bottles of water, filling them with purell, and putting them back in the cooler to sell).

But I do love aspects of it. I love the lunch rush when we crazily put cheeseburgers in buns rushing them out to people who are waiting, usually impatiently. I love the late afternoon when things are winding down and the dads in charge of grilling let us take over and we totally mess around and grill buns to perfection and make ourselves the absolutely perfect burgers. I love being in charge of recording the scores and making the score charts impossibly neat. And, strange but true, I LOVE trash duty.

Basically, my cousin and I, and a friend of mine who was helping out, had to go around and periodically empty each of the ten or so trash cans so they didn’t overflow too bad. Which usually is ok. Except right after the lunch hour, or right at the end of the day when everyone leaves, and all of a sudden all the trash cans are just filled to the brim, with boxes and folding chairs and whole extra bags next to the trash cans. Then we have to lift and carry the full bags all the way across the field to the dumpster, praying all the while nothing will break open. Sounds disgusting, but it’s actaully a lot of fun. There’s something about trash that makes people bond. Random nice people thank you, help you, make wise ass comments. And there’s a certain satisfaction to seeing all the trash cans empty and pristine at the end of the day, with a full dumpster behind you.

So that was my weekend. A blur of soccer games, trash cans, and burgers. But it was fun. The tournament always is.

AAAAAAAAgh sorry it’s been so long mes cheries… I promise two posts tonight. One about the weekend, one about what’s been keeping me away… running for class secretary!!! Yeah, that’s right. I’m finally trying to overcome my shyness. It’s like 6 in the morning here and I’m still practicing the speech I have to give in a few hours to 300+ people so right now I’m freaking out a little bit… wish me luck! And sorry again it’s been about 5 days

Hmm. My life has been pretty boring since Tuesday. Except for American Idol, of course. I only watched the last 15 minutes though, so it wasn’t like a huge event for me. I haven’t really watched much this season. However, I have a new hobby. Addiction, if you will. I have a fairly addictive personality. Not in a bad way though. No drugs, no excessive drinking. No. I’m addicted to reading. (I know. I am SUCH a loser.)

From the age of 6, when I started reading legit books, I have always read at night, usually by my bathroom light to avoid getting caught as easily. At first it was just once in a while, and only til 10. Then it was every night. And I kept reading later and later and later. And then- horror- I got caught when I was 8. It was bad. My parents were fairly pissed that all their efforts all those years to get me to bed on time were a complete waste. But after a month or two break, I went back to it. I always do. Every house we’ve lived in, (this is my 5th since I started) I have found a way to read books at night.

But now, I have a new addiction. Reading- not books- but FAN FICTION. I tell you, it is a trap that will never ever ever let you go. It’s on the comp, so you can email it to yourself or access it wherever you go. You can do it while pretending to do homework. You can do it while eating breakfast, during study halls, at one in the morning, from your mother’s palm pilot. This is bad. I need to get unaddicted. Because while I might run out of library books, I will never run out of fan fiction. I mean, there’s 400,000+ Harry Potter ones on my favorite fan fic website! I could read them every day til the day I die and never come close to finishing. So I’d better kick this new addiction before it really takes hold. Better to stick to the relatively safe novels I’ve been making do with until now…

OH MY GOD. It has been SUCH a stressful night. First on Bones, Zack- Zack! of all people- turned out to be Gormagon’s assistant. Ew his hands were NASTY… but wasn’t it sweet how he risked his life to save Hodgins? SOOOO sweet. Anyone else see a slight resemblance between Cam and Zack? I kinda thought she was gonna admit to being his mom or sister there at the end when she said she’d always known he would cause her pain… but I guess not. And woah. That whole Booth-is-dead-but-not-really-dead seriously threw me for a bit of a loop in the beginning.

And then, after all that, I had to watch House, of course. Oh my god. I don’t think I’ve cried so hard in about a week. Seriously. Why Amber? It’s just not fair! Wilson deserves to be happy! So yes. I have been sobbing on and off since the end of House 53 minutes ago. It’s kind of sad, that I have spent my Monday watching tv. But still, it’s kind of amazing that actors and producers and directors can make us care so much about their characters. Right. I’m going to go actually do something productive(ish) now. Especially since I’ve already written a post today. But still. I was feeling inspired.

So my parents left yesterday to go to Hawaii for a week. My grandparents stayed over last night and brought us to school this morning. Only problem was, I was up til 3 am reading fan fiction writing an essay, and I inevitably slept right through my alarm, which was set for 5. And my grandmother didn’t even bring an alarm clock with her. So I woke up in a fit of panic at 7:01, and realized I had a 7:30 class. I freaked, went and woke up my sister and brother (who were a bit late too) then my grandmother. And ran back to my room, took a three and a half minute shower (a record for me), packed my bag, grabbed a piece of bread (didn’t have time to toast it), let the dog out to pee, looked around frantically for my brush (only to discover that it was in my sister’s soccer bag, which was, of course, at a friends’ house), and ran out the door.

Where I waited several minutes for my grandmother to come out and drive me to school (I live about an hour’s walk from school, depending on how heavy my school bag is…). When she finally came out (very apologetic, explaining that she had wanted to wake up my grandfather first and make him breakfast) she drove at 10 mph. Literally. I love my grandmother dearly, she’s one of the most loving and caring people I know, but quite frankly, she has got to speed up a bit or she’s bound to get rear ended by someone going at a more normal speed.

Anyhow, I was 8 minutes late for chem, which wasn’t too bad, I thought. And my grandma signed a note, so it was technically excused and I don’t get a cut for being late three times. After my rather frantic exit, I thought chem would be relaxing in comparison. But no. It was the last day of a big project in which we could collect data, and one of my lab partners was missing. But my teacher let my go grab a friend who didn’t have a class to come and help. Quite stressful though, quite stressful… and we had meant to test all the pHs from 0 to 14 twice. We did the full range once, but only did 0-7 of the second trial. Oh well. My lab partner who was here today is typing up the data and making a graph and sending it to me, and I’m doing the rest of the report. Let’s just hope we’ve come up with SOME small correlation between the variables in our experiment… please please please…

I’m going to go make some cheesecake to make myself feel better. If anyone wants the recipe (and it looks GOOD) check out YT Recipes on my blogroll- not quite sure how to put a link in here directly to the blog- and look up the Nutella Cheesecake. Wish me luck. As you might know, I’m a bit accident prone in the kitchen…

Yesterday I was having breakfast with my delightful brother. My parents were both leaving for a week later that night, so I guess to make up for it a bit, my mother made us waffles. When we have waffles, we always put chocolate chips in each square and melt them in the microwave for ten or twenty seconds. So yesterday my brother was melting his chocolate chips in the microwave, and he turned to me and asked, ‘You know what’s the worst thing ever? That I hate more than anything else on this Earth?’ ‘What?’ I asked, expecting something profound, like being alone, or growing up, or something like that. ‘Waiting for the chocolate chips on my waffles to melt.’ I couldn’t believe it. He was in total earnest, he wasn’t even exaggerating. He literally thought that the worst thing that had ever happened to him was waiting for some freaking chocolate chips to melt. Now, I know that anticipation can be a killer, but the worst thing EVER?

I am disgusted. How sheltered can we be, how terribly easy must our lives be, that the worst thing my brother can think of is having to wait for a few chocolate chips to melt. This is sad, and pathetic, and one of the reasons I dislike W-town so much. How sheltered we are. I need to get out. I need to know that there’s more to life than chocolate chips and waffles.

Tomorrow is the annual WoW. Not World of Warcraft. No. This weekend is the much-anticipated World of W-town. (Which is where I live. I figure there are enough W-towns outside of Boston for no one to be able to track down where I live. Among others, there are Watertown, Wayland, Wellesley, Weston, Westwood, Weymouth, Winchester…). This is a celebration of just how perfect W-town is. We will kick of the celebration with a magnificent parade through the shining streets of W-town. (Last year at said parade, it was so hot, and the marching band from the high school was wearing such thick felt jackets, that four kids fainted and two were hospitalized. But that’s ok. All in the name of the glorious parade.) Then everyone takes a break for a few hours and people go back home and rejuvenate after the simply wild excitment of the roughly mile long procession.

Then everyone gathers at night at the high school’s athletic fields and there will be stalls selling or giving away unhealthy food (that never seems to affect anyone, because everyone in W-town is perfect, and as a corollary of perfect, skinny). There will be rides and face-painting and such (all of which costs an arm and a leg). And then, best of all in my view, there will be a band playing on a stage in the middle of the field. Last year it was the W-town Symphony Orchestra, and they… could have been better. This year, some obliging fool with far too much money decided he wanted the people of W-town to be able to enjoy themselves so… yes, that’s right, THE BEACH BOYS are coming!!! This guy literally hired a few of the Beach Boys and whichever groupies are touring with them now to come play for the evening, which is attracting people all the way from New Hampshire, apparently. And then, to top off a simply PERFECT evening, there will be a magnificent fireworks display. Oh goody. I just can’t wait.