Things that come around every four years:
It was sad to know that I already had a blog post titled "Obsessed", but nothing else suits the situation. Tonight, I have come up with a new hobby.
Aubrey and I were looking through Google Images (I think glancing at pictures of The Strokes for some reason) and I stumbled across a picture of them at the red carpet:
We weren't terribly impressed.
And so, I spent about thirty minutes flipping through pictures of Evanescence, Green Day, and other people to see how they dress for occasions like that. I came up with better pictures.
Who's doing it right:
If I have nothing to post, I might wind up giving my critique on some red carpet outfit.
I'm wasting time watching a 3-hour documentary on Two Towers. That's almost as long as the movie itself!
I pulled out the GameCube for the first time in 6 months. I stayed on "Animal Crossing" for awhile, but did a lot of "Harvest Moon" as well. I wish I had more time to open it up, as I really do like video games and over geek-chic things like that. I probably do have the time, if I think reasonably. I just need to control it better.
Back to my documentary.
Mom, Dad, and Mike spent a fair chunk of today at the Brown Bear Sprint meet up at Shawnee. I didn't do much while they were away, so maybe you should catch up with them on mom's blog?
Today wasn't incredibly eventful. However, if I cheat with another one-liner this week, I'm not going to have moral comfort, so I suppose I can probably muster some sort of summary that'll take at least a paragraph or so.
We're doing projects on infectious diseases in science, and today we were in the computer lab. My disease is Anthrax, chosen mostly because of my huge addiction to Monty Python. Fellow fanatics will remember the scene in the Quest for the Holy Grail when Sir Galahad visits Zoot and Dingo at the Castle Anthrax. I'll probably draw from that in my title.
I need to pick one type, though. I'm stuck. Which type of Anthrax is your favorite, inhalation or cutaneous?
I just got them removed. Blogging from Mom's Touch, so this is kind of hard. Better post tomorrow!
I have a German quiz tomorrow, so I need to study for that. Otherwise, I'm headed to bed as soon as possible. I got to sleep at 11 last night, and that ISN'T happening again.
Sorry for the lack of post recently. This has just been a long, boring, kind of painful (OW my mouth) kind of week.
Why do people stay up until all hours?
I mean, I have my homework done. I'm about to have my blogging done. It isn't even eight. Which is exactly why I'm going to sleep early tonight and, hopefully, for the rest of the week.
Karen informed me yesterday that today is Harlow Winter Kate Madden's first birthday. For all those unaware of who Harlow is, she is the daughter of Joel Madden and Nicole Richie.
It's strange knowing she's a year old now. She's like Suri Cruise---she never seems to get older. I could have sworn that she was eight months old for forever, just as Suri will probably be three for the rest of her life.
Happy Birthday, Harlow! Eat a little cake (or ice cream, if one-year-olds aren't supposed to have cake), open some presents, and enjoy your day.
Do not download the program "NVU". It's a WYSIWYG editor, and my friend Aubrey---who uses Windows---loves it. The Mac one kept opening and closing, wouldn't respond to anything, and wouldn't quit after Force Quit. I had to restart and carefully delete it.
Just a warning.
Tonight, I said to heck with my tooth pain and went over to Katie's house for a night of TLC. We watched "What Not To Wear", which was a review of trashy wardrobes from the past, and some Miss America show that was kind of interesting.
Aside from that, we messed around in Google image search, looking for pictures of various people such as William Moseley and Robert Pattinson. All in all, a good time.
My mom and I just got home from Wicked. Oh my God. One of the best things I think I've EVER seen.
I pride myself in being a huge fan of the show, knowing almost all the lyrics to the songs. I thought I'd just be following it along in my head---I wasn't. There's so much dialogue that they were able to cut out of the songs for the soundtrack, and so much that wasn't even in the Wikipedia synopsis.
Our Glinda was adorable, and Boq was awesome. Still, I was mostly impressed by Elphaba, my fellow mezzo-soprano. Guess who she was?
The original Young Cosette on Broadway.
I got a shirt for the show (I <3 OZ), which I'll take a picture of sooner or later. However, today I'll just say that I don't think I've seen special effects quite like that---ever!
Or more Oral Surgeon!
Today was my appointment, and it went fairly well, I think. It was kind of nerve wracking at first---I was listening to "Dentist!" from Little Shop of Horrors, and the door opened for the nurse to call my name just on the downbeat after "Now SPIT."
The IV kind of hurt---cold stuff and pinching aren't my ideas of fun. However, after being drugged up (and on my beloved happy gas), I was apparently hysterical. The last thing I remember was the surgeon saying that I should be feeling tired soon. That apparently wasn't the last of me---Mom says that the last thing I said was "I LOVE oral surgery!" just before I zonked out. And hey, the prep work is actually kind of nice.
If someone didn't lead me around after I woke up, I think I would have broken something---that being my arm or a vase is beyond me. I discovered that I had stitches in my mouth, which is kind of gross. They stitched up the piece of gum that's been bugging me, though, so I almost feel better.
I got the most vile liquid antibacterial medication. Really---I might as well be drinking sweat. Tonight I had both teaspoons of it in a shot glass, a normal glass of water in the other hand. I think I took an equal time to drink both.
We got my teeth to go, planning to blog them. And blog them we will. Here they are, along with the one tooth that they mostly pulled at the dentist's office:
Aren't the three down the middle (and especially the middle one) MONSTERS? And just to think---what were those things doing in my mouth?
I had my mom take this picture for Quinn, great Corpse Bride lover that she is:
"I'm his wife!"
I finally really learned how to text! Aubrey and I exchanged numbers, and thankfully, we both have unlimited, so we're not going to be spending all our pocket money. I still need to exchange numbers with a lot of my friends, but I think I really like being able to send a quick message.
I just uploaded my photos from the pizza party. They turned out well enough for me to keep them in my secret stash on iPhoto, but none of them turned out well enough that my friends would totally appreciate me posting them on my blog. Oh well. There's always next time---I really need to work on my photography, though.
Our phones actually arrived today. We're not allowed to take the little sticker that says "Rant---Sprint" yet, because my mom wants to find screen protectors. I hope it's sooner-ish, because it's a little hard to see around the images.
My bassoon reed hasn't come yet, though.
Obviously, I'm not going to be able to post the pictures today. I'm going to go through them sooner or later and send the good ones to the writer of the Youth Theatre blog. I'll provide a link to the album from there.
Today was spent cleaning my room, finishing thank-you notes, and watching Fellowship of the Ring. I've had an obsession with the LOTR movies recently, and actually have been watching pieces and parts of the different movies, so as just to watch my favorite characters (Haldir and Pippin).
Sorry about the pictures, though.
I just got back from the YTHC new year's pizza party! I'd normally post pictures, but I'm not sure how well any of mine turned out, so I'll do them tomorrow. Nothing's happening tomorrow.
How odd it is to go from Day 365 back to Day 2!
Today was a low-key day mostly at home. I had an appointment with the oral surgeon ("Yep, you need surgery") this afternoon, and it was fairly in-out. We arranged a date, time, and all that good stuff. I only had one question---will I get good pain medication? This was a big deal, bigger than how much school would I miss. Recently, Motrin has been my BFF Jill. And the answer was yes, I will.
I'm on for Wednesday at around ten in the morning. I don't think I'll be able to go to Musical Theatre that afternoon (Perdita can be out for a day). I hope I get better soon, though---Thursday, we're seeing Wicked. I guess I'll just have my Pain Meds just before I go. I promise not to pull a Rocky Horror and belt "Defying Gravity" right along with Elphaba and the rest of the gang.
We were SUPPOSED to get new cell phones today (We've had ours for about three years), but Sprint was apparently wrong when they said we'd get them today. I really hope I get mine tomorrow, as that's the Youth Theatre Pizza Party. It'd be really nice if I were able to get everyone's phone number somewhere I could actually find!
And so we spent tonight eating fondue (The cheese is actually REALLY GOOD) and watching Downfall. It was long and confusing enough to challenge Lord of the Rings, but also measured up in amazingness. It was epic in its own scary-creepy-Hitler sort of way.
It was strange waking up this morning and knowing that, technically, I didn't have to blog. However, if I don't blog today, then I won't tomorrow. Or the next day. Or for the rest of the month, actually.
We were taking down Christmas decorations this afternoon. I came out of the kitchen after cleaning off some Reindeer Stakes (we have light up reindeer) and saw this in the hallway:
I think I'm really learning how to use my camera---hopefully most of the pictures from this year will be taken with it! (And I want to buy Photoshop soon---iPhoto is fine for storing photos, but not much else)