God, I haven't made an LJ post in like, forever. I look at some of my older posts, and it really, really, has been a long time. This is mostly because a). no one usually reads this and b). I have no time to read, let alone write, because of Hell. I mean school. Yeah.
But I have it all figured out, you see. Tomorrow is my first AP test (English), which I don't even want to talk about, then on Monday my poetry analysis is due, which is yet another thing I don't want to talk about, and then next Tuesday is my last AP test, Psychology. After next Tuesday, the worst is over; it's then the final stretch to graduation, which includes PROM on May 29! Oh, and I have my senior project to finish, too. But that's the least of my worries at this point.
But I know what I want to do this summer. Don't know if I'll actually follow through, but my plans are as follows:
1). Finish my novel, my screenplay, or both. Preferably both before I start college.
2). Read Richelle Mead's amazing novels Blood Promise and Succubus Heat, which I cannot WAIT for.
3). Hopefully attend my second Richelle Mead signing. (If by some chance you're reading this, Richelle, take that as a hint!).
4). Read more books. And more. And more. Because I'm seriously behind; I haven't read ANYTHING this year besides what I've been given in class. Bleh.
5). Romance a sexy man.
6). Get a job where Veronica works (Old Marple Vet Hospital) and work like, four days a week so that I can actually go out and have money to spend.
7). Relax. Sleep. Hang out. Chill. Whatever.
8). Lose more weight (already lost 35 pounds, baby).

It all sounds really good when I read it over, but half of those things probably won't happen, especially number 5, as it does allude to an actual person, and as my love life has been all but dead for quite some time. But maybe it will be revived? Dunno. I don't want to get too poetically hopeful over here, whatever that means.

So yesterday, my house got a call from Obama (or, rather, a volunteer), as usual, because me and my mom are registered volunteers. But this is different than usual calls: they told us that they opened a field office in...
PROSPECT PARK! (that's my town, by the way).

I was SO freaking ecstatic. They told me that they open on the morning of the 24 (today), and I signed up to go tonight at six, Sunday, and next Sunday and Monday right before the election--aka the "critical time." What struck me as odd was the opening of a field office in a). such a Republican town and b). so close to the election. If they had it for a long time (like the local Media office which requires DRIVING to get to), I would have been able to volunteer a lot more because it's literally right down the street. Not to mention Delaware county can use more offices since it's such a highly-populated county in a state that Obama needs (he's gonna win PA; he's really ahead in the polls here).

So I plan on volunteering as much as possible leading up to the election since I could just walk over after school, especially on a day I don't have a lot of homework. God knows McCain's grassroots efforts are minimal to non-existent. I mean, Jesus, his supporters aren't nearly as passionate as Obama's supporters. We go out on the streets and hit the phones as much as possible.

This certainly isn't a time to stand idly by. =]

Gonna be a long weekend.

I have two poster projects to do: a president project for Government and a poster on food and drinks from Oktoberfest for German. *heavy sigh.* I also have to start a freaking 50 word in-depth dictionary for English. God. Damnit.
On top of that, I am SO behind on leisure reading. Still haven't finished Succubus Dreams OR Eldest, and I haven't started Betrayed yet. Shadow Kiss comes out next month (FCKYES) and Inkdeath is already out. Of course, I don't have it. *suicide.*
School was actually okay today. We did this awesome experiment in Psych. The purpose was to see if it actually took neurons longer to get to the ankle to the brain opposed to from the shoulder to the brain. So we lined up single-file and grabbed the person's ankle in front of us, which was up in the air (but I was in front so I had it the easiest; heh). This caused us to all lose balance and many people frequently toppled over. My left foot is just about ready to be amputated due to having to hold up my ass all by itself. Poor foot. =[
So it started at the back; the last person squeezed the ankle of the person in front of them, and they did the same, and so on, until it reached me. Then I had to raise my hand and Eckler (awesome teacher) stopped the stopwatch. For the shoulder, we just had to put our hand on the shoulder of the person in front of us and do a line of squeezing (not me; in front). Then I raised my hand when my shoulder was squeezed.
Even though neurons travel at around 200 m/h, we concluded that it takes a shorter amount of time for a neuron from the shoulder to reach the brain, because we finished the "shoulder line" a whole second faster. Yep. Damn sensory neurons.
English sucked. I hate reading these stupid passages that have no relevancy to anything at all and then having to answer questions like, "What was the purpose of the red brick?"
I DON'T GIVE A F*CK WHAT THE PURPOSE OF A RED BRICK WAS. DIE, DICKENS, DIE.
*Composure.* I don't know. I just enjoy Psych way more than English at this point. Hence my majoring in English WRITING and not English LITERATURE. And a minor in Psych! :D
And a double-major in German...duh.

I exist. And someone commented on my LJ for once (Justin). Cool dude who I saw at the SM signing in Fairless Hills, PA, and he appeared on the Today Show with me; they recorded there! Wee for being on tv!
School is okay these days; AP isn't that bad, actually, because I enjoy learning a lot about English and Psych. Lots of projects to do over the weekend, though. Oh well.
Recently, I've been reading a whole lot, and following the presidential race a whole lot (see icon to see who I love; I hate the other candidate :)).

Yes, I am alive and well. I haven't had the energy or willpower to do anything productive since my return from Germany. Also, the hype from it has sort of died down, but YAY I WENT TO GERMANY!!! Hype closed. If you want to see pictures or read about it, you can go to my myspace. I would post information about it here, except I'm sick and tired of telling the same stories over and over again...

But I will say this: Miriam is AMAZING. God I want her to have my babies :D

Ah, 'tis finally here. My trip to Germany snuck up on me, as things usually do. God, I really need to figure out this whole time and space thing.

Tomorrow I have to pack--which should be fairly painless, as I explained to my mom--because all of my clothes are washed and put away for the first time in years. Out of the drawers, into the suitcase. Easy enough.

And as much as I want to go to Germany (and have for a really long time) I know I'm going to get homesick. I've never been outside of four states my entire life. But alas, one must explore the far reaches of the Earth. *philosophic moment.* I actually already compiled a list of people I need to buy gifts for--all of my friends and family and such. As for me, I'll buy anything for myself that I think is pretty or has German colors on it--oh, and Bis(s) Zum Morgengrauen, which is Twilight in German. :D I only have one gift specified: my best friend's nephew wants a giant German flag (which I also want); I'll happily oblige.

As for being in Germany (and the surrounding countries), the tour has a great many stops. However, the first city we're going to be in is Berlin, and I already have my schedule for those two days taken care of, no tour necessary. We arrive in Berlin at 9.30 AM German time on Friday. And, for the entire day, there are no plans. I suppose this is so everyone can get situated and rest after a nine-hour flight. But me, being the amazing insomniac, does not plan to rest. No, I shall explore the city/hotel all day...until night. Miriam (my awesome German friend who I'm PSYCHED to meet), is off of school at 7 PM. My cousin and I (and perhaps my aunt) are going to a bar with her! How sweet is that! The drinking age is sixteen--hehe! No one can stop me!... Except myself. I'm not much of a drinker, not unless they have some pussy-ass fruity drink, like a daquiri, which I doubt they will. Germans aren't much for the fruity drinks, they are known for their "bier." Fuck. So yeah, I get to meet her at a bar on Friday night, and then Saturday we're spending the day together, and I'm skipping the scheduled tour. Fuck that, man. I'd rather spend the day with Miriam than with some old person who never shuts up about the history of the Berlin Wall. Besides, Miriam can show me all that shit too. Watch us run into my supposed-to-be tour guide. XD But yeah I plan to spend Saturday with her shopping and whatnot. Plus I need to hone my German skills; no English! And when she sees my aunt and cousin, she is going to try to sharpen her English skills; they don't speak German, anyway. But I am going to give them a mini German lesson on the plane--just the basics so they can survive. Hearing them try to speak it is going to be hilarious. I can hear them now pronouncing "Wie" like "wee." Ah, God.

So about Miriam. Her and I are exactly alike...like really. I don't think I've ever met (or talked to, soon to meet) anyone who I've had more in common with. She loves vampires and supernatural stuff, Harry Potter, books, writing, music... And she is an AMAZING artist, and I love looking at art. She goes to the university in Berlin for art; her work is so amazing. However, she is quite shy sometimes, and a bit of a non-perverted prude. I shall change that. *evil snicker.* The only thing is...she's 21. Yes, 21. *cue the 'omg's'.* But who honestly cares, I mean statutory rape doesn't exist there. Let's just leave it at that. XD Yeah right, like she'd ever be interested in me...romantically. But wouldn't it suck if she was and then I go, "shit she lives here." Watch, she will be the one girl who does like me, who lives overseas. Or the current trend and bad luck will follow me over the Atlantic and I'll strike out as much there as I do here. Who really knows.

And like, I can't even call home a lot. My best friend hysterically cries everyday and I can't even call her to see if she's okay. And I'll miss everyone. I can call home once per day I believe, and that's because it's really expensive. Though I don't know why it is since I'm using a cell phone; but it's for emergencies only, or if my aunt needs to get a hold of me or vice versa. God knows I'm ditching her. Just kidding...maybe.

What do you think? I personally have wanted to be famous in some form or another for a long time--ever since I was a kid. I used to want to be a singer (this was during my days in choir), but my passion has always been writing. As a matter of fact, my love for writing has never been stronger. And no, I don't write just so I can be famous; I'd write even if fame meant nothing to me.

But why does it? I don't know. I'm always the kid who's stalking the movie set (my metro-area is like mini-Hollywood now, no joke) when everyone else just seems apathetic about it. I'm like, "DUDE! It's Demi Moore! How can you not be here!" But there was hardly anyone there. I mean, there are a lot of people, a majority, I'd say, that don't give a crap about famous people or fame. But for some unknown reason, it just sticks to me. I want it. Not because I'm conceited, but I admire it. I think I'd love the feeling...to have fans. And to be known. To not be insignificant. Besides, when you're famous, your job is usually a lot of fun. If I was a singer, an actor, or a writer, whatever I was, I'd love it. I love that kind of stuff. It's just me. I mean, if I'm never famous, I won't die. But I'd really like to have an important, fun life. And most importantly, if I ever got to be famous, I'd be like my man David Archuleta--humbled. Not snotty like some people in Hollywood. I'd appreciate my fans, and TALK to them, instead of treat them like some distant pain in the ass. I mean, fans are the reason famous people exist. Without them, poof. Nothing. I always fantasize being a NY Times Bestselling author at a book signing, like Stephenie Meyer, in front of hundreds of fans in a bookstore and just, just talking to them. Talking to them about my book, about why we all like it, about life. Like a friend, not an idol (pun intended). I just think it'd be so cool to impact people's lives on that level, and to make them feel equal. Not many famous people take the time to do that.

This post has been completely weird, but I can't get it off my mind. Hell, I can't even write now. But blogging about stuff makes it feel better, oddly. And watch, because of this fame paranoia, I won't ever be famous XD

My departure for Germany is only eight days away! Ah, it snuck up on me, as things tend to do. I still call for the abolition of time and space. Anyway, I still have to get a new suitcase (because the one my mom's boyfriend has is waaaay too big to be lugging on and off buses and planes for ten days) and a new pair of shoes. I had bought a pair of Polo shoes (I know, I was like, "What?! Polo makes...shoes?) but incidentally I also walk a lot, and these shoes were obviously not made for walking! So, two weeks after I bought them, there were already completed holes in the soles (rhyme, wee). Besides that I'm pretty much ready. Packing won't take long at all, and I'm freaking STOKED to be in Germany, Austria and Switzerland, dude. The only thing I'm not stoked about?

Complete strangers.

Yes, my aunt, my cousin and I are going with EF Tours, which is an education tour group. Coincidentally, it's also the tour group my German teacher and his group went with last year. But no, he couldn't go this year, so my aunt decides to take me. Hell, I'm not complaining, but I'd LOVE to go with my friends from German class, who are going next year. *Sigh*
Anyway, I'm getting off-topic. So, my aunt, my cousin and I are basically joining in some other school's summer language trip, some freak ass school in New Jersey. Like, what the hell. Why couldn't we just go independently? Most likely because with a tour, everything is already mapped out and you get to see more, etc. But come on. Complete strangers, and teenagers no less! I mean, I only get along with a select few teenagers of this generation--I'd much rather be with old people. With my luck they'll be gangsters, jocks or druggies. And if they're not, they'll just be normal pricks. Typical. But hey, I'm being a pessimist here. Let me not jump the gun. But I swear, if I don't like these kids, I'm going to have a terrible time for the majority of the trip (excluding the time I spend with Miriam). And I have to ROOM with these kids. So I really hope a majority/all of them are nice, or maybe just one or two, so that way I can make some friends. I need to room with someone I get along with...otherwise...GAH! Besides, it most likely won't be a lot of kids. I mean, only five or six went with my German teacher last year. Because usually only upper-class men are permitted to go, at least that's how it works at my school. And even if this school I'm going with allows whoever to sign up to go, it's expensive. And you'd really have to love the language and culture to spend money on a trip. If you didn't like it, why spend that much? It's free for me, though. Yay for rich relatives!

Oh, and David Archuleta accepted my friend request on myspace. Incidentally, his status is, "gearing up for the tour!" You go, David. I probably won't be able to go to the concert, what with Germany and Stephenie Meyer this summer--way too many events and way too much money. But I love him regardless, and all the American Idols :D

Ever since Hillary seceded the bid for the Democratic nomination, I have--like I promised I would--backed Barack Obama. Comparisons of Hillary and Obama aside, he is a great man and would do our country some good.

And, with no surprise, my man Al Gore thinks this as well. Oh, Al.

I signed up for Obama updates from his site, and I frequently get emails from his campaign. But the endorsement announcement wasn't sent via email, no. It was sent...through myspace. Yes, a myspace bulletin. Alas, Barack Obama is not only popular among young people, he knows how to reach them. Very important. So basically, I prefer Gore over Hillary. That's how much I love this guy. If he were running against Hillary instead of Obama, Hillary wouldn't stand a chance. Anywho, I love them both. Hillary with her Hillblazers and Gore with his treehuggers.

Yay for Democracy!

This nice lady runs a book review blog, and in collaboration with Stephenie Meyer's publisher and her official fan site, she is holding a contest to give away all of Stephenie Meyer's books! Head on over and check it out!

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Yesterday ushered in the true end of the year. I attended two graduation parties (and had a bitchin' time), but 'tis sad. A few of my friends are going pretty far away from college, and the more "bum" one is going close--community college. Figures. But still--I only have one more year...and school won't be the same without the awesome seniors.

Now I'M going to be an awesome senior. What an obligation. =]

In other news, I've completely lost all respect for high school "relationships." I don't even use the word without quotes now; no one's mature enough to handle them. They just assume/think they are ready for such a thing, and they end up screwing it up and screwing everyone around them over. *shrug*

I just came home from taking my last final exam in History--I'm officially not a Junior anymore. Now I have a summer full of reading, journaling and writing to look forward to. Yay me!...

Wuthering Heights is starting to get good. The narrator dude is reading some type of journal entry he found in this forbidden room--how ominous! The beginning is a giant flash-forward, as I anticipated. I need to get this book finished by the end of the month; that way I can start Moby Dick (dear God pray for me), and I have to do one Psych study a day. Lots of work, so little time--if you think about it.

Oh, and my best friend is back with her person. How enthralling. Maybe instead of killing each other, they'll mix it up and crucify one another. You never really know with complicated, distracting high school relationships. But we'll see! This summer should be fun!

Yes, that was sarcasm.

So, I called Borders today. Turns out, there IS going to be an official Breaking Dawn release party at my local store. I'm still going to see if I can help out, but they're having this giant event like they did for Harry Potter. I mean, it doesn't surprise me--come on, it's Stephenie Meyer. She's made a name for herself, a name that a majority of America can't spell. At least it doesn't show up on my spell check!  Oh, and the manager also told me he'd call me back (doubtful) with information about what will be available at the release party and what the discount will be for members. Heh, I plan on keeping him updated with information from the Lexicon, anyway. I mean, these people at the Lexicon talk to like, the omniscient owners of movie companies and book stores. Woah.

To top this off, my best friend just broke up with her boyfriend; a sentence that starts with that can mean bad things to come, I assure you. Ah, how messed up the world is! But, life goes on. Let me know if anyone has a method to obliterate time and space--Bree and I would like to know.

My Junior year is practically over. Before I know it, I'll be starting my senior year with AP English and Psych. Yay! Well, almost yay. The fact that I have to grow up and go off to college really bites. I won't be able to see a lot of friends anymore... Unless they're going to W. Chester, like Elaine and Court :D

Bah. I hope I don't have to take the SAT again; I got the minimum score W. Chester requires... XD

Ooh! I got some of my summer reading books; I'm just waiting on one more for English and the one for Psych. I started reading Wuthering Heights...it's amazing. Moby Dick, not so much. Sorry, Dick.

The Twilight Series. Number one bestseller. Amazing author. Amazing characters. Amazing book titles and cover art.

Until now.

Anticipation had been building for a long time; I've wanted to see the last cover in the Twilight Series for so long. All the other covers are stunningly beautiful and symbolic (with the exception of New Moon, whose cover was picked because it was pretty). So, you'd think the cover for the fourth and final book of Bella and Edward's story would captivate me. Well, I actually loathe it. The cover, in case you haven't already seen it, is a chess set. There is a white queen piece in the front, and a red pawn in the back. Obviously this is very symbolic, not that anyone'd know what it's supposed to symbolize until the book is released on August 2nd (cue girly squeal). But...chess? Who comes up with these things? The other three covers are amazing. And to prove the chess set makes absolutely no sense, I shall use my awesome language skills. Observe:

Apple. The forbidden fruit, tasty treat, etc.
Flower. Pretty, affectionate.
Ribbon. Silky, red.
You'd think the next in the pattern would be along the lines of some type of object that is pretty and elegant. But here we go.
CHESS SET. Uh, chess-y...uh...yeah. Colorful?

I rest my case.

The scheduling period for next year has been over for quite some time. I was dead-set on my senior year schedule. It was all perfect...

UNTIL NOW *cue dark, eerie music*

Today was the day to apparently talk to all of us juniors about the AP classes. Why do this AFTER scheduling, I don't know. I guess they enjoy having mobs of teenagers in their office attempting to change their schedule around. Anyway, the AP English teacher came in to my honors class today and told us straight up what the AP class was going to be like. Basically, the honors class and the CP class next year get the same amount of GPA points, which literally makes no sense, but whatever. Honors does much, much more work, so that really isn't fair. Whatever. So then she goes on to tell us that the only difference between the honors and the AP course is that we get to take the test at the end of AP. So basically, not taking AP makes no sense. Honors throughout high school, love for English, majoring in it... So yeah, I'm taking AP English. It fits me like a glove anyway. I mean, look at the title of this blog. "Teenage writer." Hm. Could be somethin' to that.

But wait, it gets better.

I'm in Psychology today. Everything's going normal, we're doing nothing, discussing what nothingness we're going to be doing this week and next week. Then, we start copying terms for the final. And we're discussing them. And then I remember what one of them is, apparently a term from the second day of class. Apparently this impressed him. (In truth, I knew what the term was because of my English skills. Depth perception is obviously the perception of depth. Weird, I know). Nevertheless, I've always loved Psychology. I once thought I wanted to be a Psychologist or something along those lines. I may even minor in Psych, we'll see how it goes. But needless to say, he said, for the third time, he wanted me in his AP class. So I sigh, again, and begrudgingly accept. I mean, I never thought I'd be doing an AP class, let alone two. Scholastic suicide? For me, yes. On the other hand, there are kids I know that are taking up to five AP classes. Dear. Jesus.
Pray to the AP Gods for me.

I just came home from the theatre. What did I see, you ask? What other than The Chronicles of Narnia -- Prince Caspian! 'Twas amazing to say the least; I expected no less. I might even dare to say that it was better than the first.
And as I was watching (in the midst of complete and utter amazement), I couldn't help but think of how the movies came about. Like, think about it. This dude, C. S. Lewis, writes these children's novels consisting of an ingenious blend of ancient mythology--and they were his only ever children's books. And look what they've accomplished. I mean, that's all an author could ever ask for, notoriety in the highest degree like he has achieved. Too bad he's dead. How anti-climactic.
I mean, i saw cartoon versions of The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe when I was a wee little tike. And when I heard they had made a movie, I was completely ecstatic (for all the obvious reasons, my fellow Narnians). The current book/movie duos that are even comparable to the Chronicles of Narnia are Harry Potter, and maybe, possibly, hopefully, Twilight. But we'll see about that.
So as I sat there watching, I thought, "Wow, wouldn't that be amazing if my books turned out to be this epic." Realistically, the chances of this are slim. Hell, the chances of my books gaining popularity or even publication are slim. One can only hope.
In the meantime, I plan on watching the Narnia movies as they come out of Hollywood, all the while praising literary Gods like C. S. Lewis.

Shit. I just realized I haven't finished reading the Chronicles of Narnia books yet. Damn Hollywood.

Not even a sarcastically, over-done blog post can cover this one, folks. The movie Juno is the only in it's league or kind--I promise you.
I'm not even going to give a summary. Don't even read the back of the DVD. Just watch it, I guarantee it's worth your time. Ellen Page + Michael Cera = <3

I couldn't even post this last night; I was so infuriated. Needless to say, David Archuleta lost. A lot of people are happy about this, it seems, including blue_succubus. Why, I have no idea. People seem to be genuinely annoyed with Archie, like, what did he do? So he's short. Grow up. So he's young. Yeah? So is Jordin Sparks. So he cries. Do you know how emotional American Idol can be? No, you don't, unless you've been on the show and have experienced how happy and successful and proud it makes you feel. Just because he shows emotion more often than macho-ass David Cook doesn't mean anything besides that he's more confident with himself.

David Cook does have talent, I give him that. But at times during the show, he has shown immense arrogance. Even the King of Arrogance, Simon Cowell, said this. He doesn't know what it takes to have that talent, or how he should act to be appropriate, I think. And it's also a talk of genre and style. Archuleta is very smooth and pop-oriented, while Cook, as you all should know, is a rocker. That's all fine and well. But at the end of the day, American Idol is a singing competition. Not a popularity contest, not a contest to see who you can sell to mindless drones better, a SINGING competition. And I believe Archuleta's record shows, to me, that he is a better singer. After all, the night before the finale, who won all three rounds, according to all three judges?

it wasn't David Cook.

The American Idol finale is almost over: tomorrow the winner is announced. Tonight, both Davids, Archuleta and Cook, performed. And I must say, I have golden ears just like Mr. Clive Davis; I called this competition in the beginning. Sort of.
I originally said it would be Carly Smithson and David Archuleta in the finals, and later said that it'd be David Cook and Archie Boy. Archuleta has also always been my favorite, and as much as that may give me a bias, it doesn't matter. Because tonight he delivered.
His three song choices were all better than Cook's, and Simon gave Archuleta the whole night--he won all three rounds. I must say that the boxing metaphor was a bit cheesy, but it did portray how the night was going to pan out. And dear God, Archie (I love that nickname Ryan gave him) can sing. Cook can as well, but he doesn't deliver as much as Archie. Archie is consistently heartfelt and sincere, and to be honest, I thought Cook seemed a bit arrogant mid-competition. That aside, Archie does, in my and Simon's opinion, have a better voice. What a dream come true, man. Congratulations to David Archuleta. Win or lose, he's the best in my ears. And after tonight's blowout, everything should be clear: Archie had the ability to stand out against a formidable opponent.

And as girly as the text is on this posts' icon, it's true. I should be the President of the Team David Fan Club. Represent.