Helloooo, Livejournal. I have been absent for quite a while. I just seem to have little interest in journaling and fandom lately. Which, depending on how you look at it, could be good or bad.

Lately, I'm still working at the coffee shop, but my boss is an irresponsible child, so I'm really hoping to get hired somewhere else. I'm rehearsing for Hawaii Shakespeare Festival, which has been taking up a lot of my time/energy/concentration. We're mounting Pericles, which is this funny, odd play about Greek heroes and pirates and all sorts of things. It's very fun so far.

And that's about it. I graduated high school. :O! And I'm turning eighteen this Saturday. I got a 24 Hour Fitness membership that I have yet to use. I still can't drive to save my life, so I face a two hour bus ride everyday to get to rehearsal. We moved to a new house, which is okay. And... yes. Haha. Least excitable LJ post I've probably written in the past year. No capslock whatsoever in the whole thing! It's a miracle.

Anyway, I need a shower, so I'll be going nowwwwww. :D

Bard College: Wait-listed.
Whitman College: Accepted.
Williams College: Accepted, full scholarship.
Vassar College: Wait-listed.
Yale Univesity: Unknown. Probably denied.

And that, folks, is where it's at.

Horatio*, I have a big huge fluffy Easter bunny of a crush on you, and it's only gotten worse since Works of Shakespeare ended, but I think you are smart and nice and you're even super cute! And in my social sphere! And you have amazing abs from paddling! I have seen the picture on you Facebook, and I can't deny it, you look good. Like, really good. Did you always have that under you uniform polo shirt? Because I am not one of those girls who obsesses over guys' bodies or even really cares, but can I just say, guh.

And it would be so awesome if we went to prom together. I think we'd have a lot of fun. But I hardly know you. So... I'll probably take my cousin again. Which will be great, because if anyone was in doubt about how unfortunate I am, they'll be like, "Hey, she brought her cousin again, she must be a complete loser," and that'll be good, because of course the last thing I'd want is for my social status to be ambiguous.

I have a sense of humor; you can tell that from my above comments. That is one thing about me - I like funny things. Do you like funny things? We could be funny together! Except I can be really goofy and geeky and other unattractive words that start with g and end with y, and you might just think I'm lame. Which would be okay, because lots of people think that about me, I think. But if you thought that, we probably wouldn't go to prom together, and then I'd just be even more goofy and geeky and other unattractive words that start with g and end with y, and I'd also be embarassed and disappointed and embarassed, but I already said that, but I would be, really a lot.

And you see, the thing is is that I've had other big huge crushes, but they were monstrous and hairy and I couldn't even open my mouth. But even though I'm sort of shy around you and don't know you that well and wouldn't really know what to say to you at first, you don't scare me. Which is, let me say, a significant improvement from all the other stupid boys I've liked. And the thing is, I just think you're really cute and I think I'm pretty cute, and if we got together, we could be really pretty cute together.

So anyway, in conclusion, I'd really like to go to the movies with you, and then we could go get ice cream, and then we could ride our bikes to the beach, and it would be really great, and when I think about you, I get really, really happy, and that's what I like about you, is you're great and you make me happy.

The End!

*name changed to preserve my sanity

YALE INTERVIEW.

EEP.

lol imagism whut?

Why are the taquitos from 7-11 more tasty than the ones from my neighborhood Mexican restaurant?

I made a podcast today for Fiction Writing. I am so reluctant to learn technology for school projects. I am like, no way no how am I making an iMovie. I've gotten through thirteen years at this school without learning and I'm not going to give that up now that I'm a senior. I will not cave! Also Wikipedia. What's the point of my making a Wikipedia on T. S. Eliot? FYI, there already is a Wiki page on him. And I got all my information from it for that paper (although it says I got it from bibliographies and magazine critiques and stuff).

I'm kind of sad about my RP because I guess our Mad Hatter left. Which is so junk! I didn't even get to play with him! And he was crazy and fantastic and the player had actually read the books, which is so rare in folklore games, you don't even know. So anyway, I'm a little bummed now. Alice needs a Hatter to antagonize and get into trouble with. Boo.

Havenʻt updated in awhile. Havenʻt felt like I have anything useful/interesting to say. Itʻs been okay.

Iʻm at the coffee shop now. I kind of have a stomach ache. Thatʻs what I get for having a caramel latte, big chewy cookie, and chocolate bar for breakfast. I really should be better about that. :P Why isnʻt this shop attached to like, the Thai restaurant instead of a gas station? Gas station food is bad news!

OH, OH. I APPLIED TO COLLEGE. dood. It was both hellish and amazing. Mostly hellish, though. I applied to Bard, Vassar, Williams, Whitman, Tulane (last-minute whim) and Yale. WORD.

Anyways, hi. Iʻm backish. How have you all been? How were the holidays? Miri and Ashley, thanks for the Christmas card! It was so cute. :) I totally didnʻt know who it was from at first because I donʻt call you Annakee. And then I saw it was from Charleston, and I was like, "WAIT." :D So thanks for remembering me. It was nice.

ALSO. OBAMAʻS GOING TO BE PRESIDENT. How amazing is that? I AM SO EXCITED. *explodes*

ALSO. I am sad about David Tennant. And who is this scrawny new kid, anyways? :/ I was watching Chris Eccleston the other day and it made me all nostalgic for Rose tiems. (Sidebar: He is totes my Doctor. Like, I love Tennant way more. But as far as Doctors go, Nine is it.)

Iʻm still kind of not myself. I think Iʻve been reading too much. I feel most normal when Iʻm here, at the shop. People like me here! Itʻs cool.

No school tomorrow. Thank you, Mr. King. I have a hard time calling it Martin Luther King day because when I hear Martin Luther, I mostly think about Eddie Izzard going, "Ein minuten bitter."  And that is not so much conducive to respecting civil rights.

omgz House.

NERHER. DO NOT WANT. SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO DO NOT WANT.

This is not even a House/Cam thing. This is a personal sanity thing. NEH.

Right now, I am watching a neurosurgeon remove a meningioma in a craniotomy and it is so hardcore. I can see the back of her eyeball! There is a huge hole in her head! I know this is ridiculous, but brain surgery looks easier than it sounds.

OR-Live.com. Watch it. (Not if you're eating dinner, though; I don't want to be responsible if you blow chunks all over your mom's new sofa)

Going to Massachusetts tommorow to visit Williams College. I have come to the realization that I LOVE AIRPORTS. I do. I hate being cooped up on the plane, but I adore airports. I think it's because they make me feel capable.

SNAP! It's Tuesday! House tonigiht! Gosh, I'm glad TV's coming back. :)

In other news, I've decided I need to just break down and learn how to use Facebook, because I am getting to that age. But it is CONFUSING, OKAY. Like, seriously. Who needs all that miscellaneous rubbish? I prefer Myspace, only because it is so much simpler.

I needs be packin' soon.

Will someone please do me a solid and buy me a ticket to London and one to see David as Hamlet? Because now that I've read the play, I'm dying at not being able to see him in it. They do the entire show in tuxes and gowns. How aweso

Oh, Billie, I adore you. Re: her new pregnancy boobs:

"It's nice having boobs," she told The Sun. "I think when you don't have them you find ways to make yourself feel better about the lack of cleavage.

"Then they're there and you're like, 'How am I ever going to live without these?'.

"That's my next problem. You love them so much and you really want to get them out a lot and just expose yourself to anyone who wants to see them."

She continued: "I'm really enjoying them, although it's kind of the most inappropriate time to get your t*ts out.

"Should you go around showing what you've got, or keep it under wraps because you're about to become a mum? It's a dilemma - but I just tend to get them out."

House was last night but I didn't watch it, because A) the counter on the website was off by an hour and totally threw me and also B) my people were arguing in the living room about spelling homework or something. Sidebar: Why is Olivia Wilde a PB in every roleplay game in existence? I do not want to see her pinchy face. I am willing to endure it in House because I get to see my other lovelies, but I automatically dislike any character who is played by her. I have been scanning Inksome and Insane Journal and she is everywhere. Anyway, I downloaded it just now. Can I just say that the official Time Warner Cable episode summary starting with "Wilson is still depressed about his dead girlfriend" made me DIE last night when I read it, even though I was mad because I had aparently missed it?

Also, I must confess that I have been watching Gossip Girl (it started out of curiosity; I read this article about how even guys think it's awesome and so I needed to do research, obviously) and am actually liking it. I do not have room for any more fandoms in my life.

Here's the thing: I am really, deeply unhappy with my life right now.

And I can't tell anybody.

I think I used to belong to something.

You know you spend too much time in the library when...

You renew your books, and then the librarian asks, "Did you see the new books over there?" which of course you already did, since they only get about three batches of new ones a year. And then she asks, "Do you want to make a memory bracelet?" And YOU TOTALLY DO. TWICE. With seed beeds and plastic hearts and little letter beads and stuff.

SNAP.

I wrote the poem in my userinfo awhile ago just off the top of my head. I totally preened about how awesome it came out considering it took me all of three minutes. And then I was like, "You know, I really like this. I generally hate rhyming stuff, but this sounds good. Not corny."

And I just realized two minutes ago, like a month and a half after I put it up, it's because I wrote it in iambs. WITHOUT EVEN THINKING ABOUT IT.

I felt pretty kickass when I realized. Also kind of dumb, since I should've noticed it earlier.

( See here if you care. Whatev. I impress myself, at least. )

I don't think I mentioned this before, but I'm going to Massachussetts at the end of this month to go see Williams College. They were like, "Want a free trip?" and I was like, "OKAY?!?!" I also applied to visit Whitman and am going to submit my application to visit Bates, so we'll see how the travel pans out. I am kind of worried about the cold.

I made this AMAZING thing for the senior panoramic photo tomorrow. This is just a representation I made up on photoshop. In actuality, I painstakingly measured out the different sections and ratios and crap, and cut construction paper to fit and it took forever but is/is going to be awesome. I really only did the red strips because I need to go find blue construction paper tomorrow, but it's all drawn out. All I need to do is put in the blue and make the letters. I thought about doing "not bovvered" but that was too many letters, y'all. Also, it would block out the flag itself, which would be lame since I spent so long on it. I think I'mma hold it with my guy friend who is also obsessed with British stuff. We will be awesome and people will probably either think we A) stupidly messed up the Hawaiian flag, or B) are pretentious assholes because most of the other people with signs are super local and have their zip codes, island, hometown, etc. IDC. I am making this a new acronym because I always want to use it and then I realize I was going to type it as IDK, but that's not the same thing, and people wouldn't know what I meant if it was a C. But it is official in this journal now. I MEAN IT.

(Edit: LOL the whole point of this was to clarify and make it official what I mean by IDC, but I never actually said what it means, only said that people wouldn't know what it meant if they saw it. It is "I don't care". This very well may be used already. But I never see it, so.)

Taking the Bio SAT II in less than a month. I know NOTHING. I took this class freshman year, and it was pixie sticks. Now I'm doing the practice tests and going, Hexidase analoidosis what? (I made that up, but it's like that) I'm so, so screwed on the molecular stuff.

Other than that, not a lot to report. Started the Common Application the other day. Pretty much all the schools I want accept it, so that's good. Also, have decided to fuck it and just apply to Harvard.

Worked at the coffee shop today and closing was hellish, got stuck in town for an hour and a half after sunset. Economics is hard. LAUNDRY. I am reading for Hamlet in Shakespeare class and it is kickass. We have a fall break this year. I wonder about Questbridge. I went to the gym for the first time since last May on Friday and it felt good. Crap, I should be asleep.

LADY GAGA IS ADDICTIVE RUBBISH. I cannot escape the electronica.

I'm going to the dance tonight! A well-known local reggae band is playing.

I hope I don't have a lame time.

That's all for now, kiddos.

PS. I need to comment and stuff. I ♥ you all. And whenever I type something like that, I literally think, "I Alt+3 you all."

 WHY DO ALL MY RP THREADS DIE?

I am poison or something. ;_______;

I'm not, people are just lazy (myself included). But I'm getting really tired of wasting all my good set-ups on people who will only reply twice.

I happen to be amazing at school. My personal life is deeply unsatisfying (just like that freaky chick in Breakfast Club, except only her home life was unsatisfying and pretty much everything that does not involve class has been missing the bar lately, but anyway, I liked that she ended up with the jock in the end, it was cute longest parenthesis ever). But I am still amazing at class (excluding Theater I guess, because that is a whole other bag of steaming dog poo that I'd rather not get into right now; it'll take awhile when I finally do rip that bad-boy open).

I must stop the parenthesis! Every time I try to end on a good note I have to add an adendum which ruins the entire gesture.

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves did gyre and gimble in the wabe. All mimsy were the borogroves, and the mome raths outgrabe.

I should go get my laundry out of the dryer. I SHOULD COMMENT MY F-LIST. I never do. It is not because I do not adore each and every one of you! It is mostly just because I am self-absorbed and lazy. I can say this without feeling like a total jackass because everyone on the planet is, to some extent, self-absorbed and lazy. The fact that I am honest enough to admit that's the reason and not be like, "Oh, I'm busy," when I'm not, like I usually would, is sort of admirable because of its frankness! But not really, because it would only be admirable if I corrected said bad traits and rose above my human nature. Oh, well. I'm thinking about having a Coke float instead, which will honestly be like, the highlight of my day.

That's the effect of living backwards. It always makes one a little dizzy at first.

I am not having a good time of it.

Can I get a reset, somewhere far away from these people?

 I watched this AMAZING movie tonight called Death At A Funeral.

AMAZING. NETFLIX IT. Just not if you live on O'ahu because I have the copy right now.

*DIES A MILLION FLAILY DEATHS*

I generally detest the entire comedy genre. Now I know the cure - go British.

 Okay! So the first day of school is all but over. Thoughts:

They have this new thing this year where everyone has to wear their ID cards on a lanyard, which is obnoxious. Especially given that the pictures are from freshman year. Also, I can't wear the really cute grey sweater I was going to wear tomorrow because only "full length" outerwear is allowed, and it's cropped. >_<

Homeroom is in a different class this year.

I have Honors Hawaiian History with Kauka whose daughter used to be in my class in elementary but I doubt he remembers. Anyway, I guess he likes me because I answered that "trial philosophical question" all teachers give and everyone else just stared at him. Also, some of my friends are in that period, which is good. But Alana is too, and that might not be good, because we have a bunch of classes together and when that happened sophomore year, we got majorly sick of each other.

Shakespeare looks like it's going to be fun; the teacher is really cool, she was a theater major and is writing a novel and is sort of snarky and fun. Also there are a few cute-ish smart boys in that class. She said something about four plays, so that's doable. Apparently we watch a lot of the movie adaptations because she likes reworked Shakespeare.

AP English is awesome, but I knew it would be. Slagel is hillarious. He teaches American Satire, too, and it shows. He's just really nice and has a great sense of humor. Also, he wears tie-dye every day and Converse (with tie-dyed laces) and has INSANE hair but it's controlled now, and he graduated from Berkeley and has a tiny Chinese wife with spiked purple hair who teaches Calculus.

THEATER. WE ARE ONLY DOING ONE SHOW. And first semester, we're doing one-acts! The whole point of changing my schedule was so that I could avoid one acts! I HATES THEM, OKAY. So not into it. This makes the stakes like three billion times higher for Aida. And pushes auditions back to October. *sobs* I miss singing, damn it. GIMME.

I still don't feel like I really belong with those people.

Human Anatomy was sort of... meh. The teacher is very animated, but - well, I don't know, it could be awesome. I was just tired.

The Honors Economics teacher is animated and DORKY. He's much cooler than I expected, and his homework policy is good. But when I was first going to class, I wasn't sure if I was in the right place because the room numbers got cut off by the printer on my schedule. So I stuck my head in and saw this local guy, so I figured, "I must be in the wrong place," because I thought he was teacher Hawaiian History or something. And then Kauka saw me and went, "Who are you looking for?" and I told him the teacher's name, and it turned out I was in the right place. He stuck his head in and was like, "I love this girl, she's a fantastic student." I was kind of floored. You have known me all of forty five minutes! But enthusiasm is good, I guess.

I have free period / PE / Guidance last period. I will get absolutely NOTHING done with this period, just FYI. I'm wasting time in the library, which I'm sure is going to become my usual M.O. I could go work out, I guess, if I felt motivated.

All in all, a great morning, a bit of an underwhelming afternoon. WHY GOD WHY ONE ACTS.

I want some ice cream.

Edit: Also I went shopping last night and got everything I needed AND I cleaned my room. So there.