A dash of math, a sprinkle of Menchie's, and a healthy dose of Wonderland.

If you will allow me to speak dishonestly for a moment. I have been having a wonderful time without you all! That is why I haven't been updating in goodness knows how long. I have been so busy doing all these fun things that you haven't been a part of.

Ok. Now that is over, time for some truth telling. I have been in and out of internet restriction, swimming in school work, and realized I am a total b*tch to everyone and that is why I don't have many friends. Also, because I never talk to anyone, but that is beside the point. I have also realized that this has made me depressed, and I have been this way for quite a while! Joy and rapture! I am coming out of my funk, though! I have been talking to people, been social, and actually enjoying life for the first time in quite a while. So...I shall tell you what I have been doing this weekend, which was awesome! I am actually serious this time. Not being sarcastic or condescending or anything. It truly was awesome.

Well, my dad has been out of town once again to New Jersey business, and was coming home late Friday night. Fridays are always packed for us, so I will start there. As my mom screams ten minutes till we have to go, I roll out of bed, throw on clothes, and attempt in my half conscious state to make my self presentable. We had to unlock the Tae Kwon Do studio at 8:30 for our theater class at 9:00. Needless to say, I was not happy about this. The person who normally does it, the amazing Mrs. Sondra McCoy, was on vacation with her family, and asked if we would take over for her, which we did. So, we go through theater class. I silently kick myself for not bringing my monologue for the 3rd week in a row. Next we help my grandfather move yet again. He was moving from his current apartment to his old apartment 2 buildings down. That was fun. *rolls eyes* My sister freaked out yet again, when she saw his stuff he uses for drag. -le sigh- Why does she have to freak out everytime? My grandpa is a drag queen, and gay. Been all my life. Been all HER life. Just...whatever. Then to Tae Kwon Do! Or not? Ok. -shrugs- We head home to clean the house because my Tía Carmen is coming up Wednesday. Then, more school work. We finish the day piled into my mom's room helping her catch up on Psych, which is amazing. If you don't watch it, you should. Then I head to bed. Or not. I am on my phone checking up on various events on Facebook, checking to see if any new chapters of the Fanfictions I am reading have been posted, checking Twitter, and I get chatting with Ms. Zoe Katz. Now we talk now and then, and she is totally awesome. She is what I like to call my insomnia buddy. We ususally strike a conversation about 2, 3 in the morning, and then Skype. That event is always hilarious. It consists of showtunes singing, yelling at Skype constantly, and talking about RENT incredibly in depth. Then I sleep. Next day, woo!

Saturday. This is fun. So, I roll out of bed about 11:00, because of not sleeping until 4 am the previous night because of said Skyping. I eat. I wash dishes. I carry out mundane tasks. I silently kick myself because I don't have enough time to take a shower before I have to go to the book store. We leave about 1:30 to pick up Syd from rehearsal (She is student directing Huck Finn at Rose of Athens. Go see it this weekend. It really is awesome.). We grab a bite to eat, I watch Clemson destroy North Carolina, and we are off to Avid Bookstore. Now, Rose of Athens was invited to do a promotional type thing for a new independent bookstore in Athens called Avid Bookstore (which is now my new favorite place. Seriously. I love it.). The academy students (the theater class people) were invited to dress up as book characters for their grand opening and interact with the customers. So, we ran over there about 3:00 to get ready. About 4, Krissy (White Witch from Narnia), Jordan (Tweedle Dee or Tweedle Dum, we haven't decided, from Alice), Sydney (Card from Alice), and I (Alice from Alice) it is show time! We have a blast hanging out with all the kids! Finally, 5 o'clock rolls around, and it is time go to. Krissy invites us out to Menchie's, a frozen yogurt shop in Athens afterwards, and my parents agree, as to Jordan's, and we meet up over there. Now, I had never had frozen yogurt, so I was quite nervous when I arrived, but eventually, I got Pomegranate-Raspberry Sorbet with coconut, kiwi, and lots and lots of honey. We, being the theater kids we are, spend the evening, eating frozen yogurt, playing statues, screaming at the giant trucks in a poorly executed Bulgarian(?, because it wasn't quite Russian. Maybe Romanian? ) accent (mostly me on that one), and taking pictures. Eventually, we went home to watch movies with my parents and headed to bed.

Yeah. Sunday was rather boring. I didn't get out of bed till about 4. I felt sick to my stomach and was terribly dehydrated, and overall wasn't very productive. I took a shower, I went to bed, and slept. That was pretty much it.

Today was cool though! I will tell you about it! I roll out of bed about 9, silently kicking myself for not getting up earlier. I log into my school and get cracka-lackin' on it. My mom came up shortly after to finish my sister's skirt for her halloween costume, because we had to wear ours for the girl scout meeting. Now, the troop leader's younger daughter and I had a falling out this summer, and I had determined that my halloween costume was going to be better than hers, because I kind of really don't like her, and I could not stand if a store bought costume was better than mine. Lucky for me, we still had the Alice costume at our house, so I got to wear it. Boo ya! I showed up looking like a boss, only to find out that she didn't even wear her costume, and pretty much everyone did not know who I was. The meeting kind of sucked, like usual. Then mom dropped Syd off at 4-H, we got Subway, Mom dropped me home, so I could work some more, and that is what I did.

Now you are caught up to speed! Hope I didn't bore you with all 
the mundane details of my life. Luckily for me, I still don't have a clue on what to be for Halloween, but we get to keep the costumes till next Monday, which means, I am going to wear the Alice costume for Halloween! Yay! I seriously have a love affair with that costume. It is not even funny. So, I will be trick-or-treating with a group of my public school friends in the Alice costume. So...pictures will be up hopefully. You all will get to see why I love it so much. Either way. I HAVE to go to bed now. It is almost midnight, and I was supposed to go to bed almost 2 hours ago, but just had to write a blog post. I was starting to feel bad for not updating. So...goodnight!

Rather depressing. I know. But rather well written, I would like to think.

While sitting in front of my computer today, working on some biology, and listening to Mumford and Sons, I started thinking. Well, thinking about more than ions in everyday life. I started thinking about death. The reason this came up in my mind is because I am currently reading an excellently written fanfiction, where one of the characters dies. The theme for the whole story is the song, After the Storm by Mumford and Sons. There. Now you have back story. Let's continue.

I started thinking about death. Now, my mom has said time and time again, "Sky burials are illigal in the US, so just stick me in the ground wrapped in a sheet when I die." Now you probably think she is the weirdest person, and I used to, too. That was until I really thought about it. She is a self proclaimed tree hugger, and thinks coffins were the stupidest things. "Why should I be preserved in a $1,000 coffin, pumped full of formaldehyde? I am dead. Who am I going to impress? Grave robbers?" I just laughed it off and chalked it up to her being her. She seriously has a point though.

...And that is where I started thinking. I realized I probably am going to want the same thing as her. That or cremation and my ashed dumped somewhere like the ocean. One of the reasons is that everyone makes funerals so depressing. I went to one for my Great-Grandpa recently, in which I sung at. I hated the song. Hated that is wasn't really related to death at all until the last part. Most of all, I hated it, because when I have to perform something, I usually end up hating it at the end because I have rehearsed it so much. I didn't actually mind the song, even though it was country. Now, whenever I hear that song, I get terribly depressed. Seriously. If I am going to have a funeral at all, they will be cranking out Ozzie, Aerosmith, Alice Cooper, you know, not depressing, and overall, a lot more fun to listen to than Amazing Grace for the 27th time. There will be balloons, and singing, and fun. I would like to think that my friend would be like, Thank gosh, she is gone. She will stop stealing my soda. I mean, I know it is a funeral, but we don't have to be depressed. (I think that is a line in a movie...) Trust me. If any of you die. I am coming, with my party playlist, and I am going to crack all the jokes I can.

Another thing is that I am terrified of funeral homes, and even more so of cemeteries. I have seen spirits (Don't laugh! I have! When you do, you will flip your shit like I actually didn't...but that is another story). Cemeteries and me. Don't mix. At all.

So...yeah. Don't bury me in a coffin. Ever. Or I will come haunt you. Don't put it past me. I will. Either way. It is probably just the overcast weather affecting me. That happens when it is just overcast. Not raining, not sunny, just, blah. Great, and I want to move to London...how is that going to work...Well, I got to go. I have Tae Kwon Do pictures soon, and I still have to get dressed. Bye! :D

Ranty Alexis is Ranty

This is a frustration rant. This will suck. And it has cursing. So, small children and the elderly, click away. You have been warned.

As most of you know, I am having a birthday party. Which my parents are renting out the whole skating rink. Why they had to do that, and not just have it during one of the normal times is beyond me. Then, we weren't confirmed for what date it was till yesterday. YESTERDAY. I have known less than 24 hours when this thing is. My parents are on me about inviting people, making sure enough people are there, when they wouldn't make a phone call a week ago. I have been bothering them to call to confirm the date for a WHOLE FREAKING WEEK. They are also on me about being behind in school, and being a total failure in life. (Not really. I just added that last part.) Either way. I told them in July that I didn't want a party, because no one ever comes. It is lonely, and usually makes me feel worse about myself than normal. Then they guilted me in with, "Oh, your sister only had 3 people come to her party because her birthday is in July. (Which is not true, she had like 10. Which is more than I ever have.) If not for you, then for her." I said yes. Then it was a joint party. So, Syd got half the control of everything. Though she got a party. Already. And people spent the night. Just...argg. So, just now. My parents guilted me again. My dad was like,"...a party we are spending $200 on." Seriously? I said I didn't want one from the get go. Now you are guilting me? Come on. Like I said, you could have had it at one of the times open for the public, and not rent out the whole freaking thing. Why? Because I was worried that I didn't have enough friends. There. I said it. I am lonely, because I am a terrible friend, and a b*tch to a lot of people. That is why I don't want a birthday party, or renting out the whole rink. Because I felt as if I did not have enough friends and the majority of the people there would be Syd's friends. I would have 5-6 of my friends there tops. Syd would have like, 25.

So there. My frustrations are mostly out. Thank you for letting me rant. I am just really frustrated right now. Mostly because I am a failure to my parents. (Though they don't say it.) I am going to go call and invite people now. Bye...

My teenage 'rebellion'...

The other day, I was sitting in my office, working on some school stuff, when my mom starts headbanging. Violently. Now this is normal in my house. What? This is normal? Yes. My favorite song when I was little was Living Dead Girl by Rob Zombie. My mom is a huge metal head, and my dad is into rock, too. So...I started thinking. I know. You all should be very scared now.
So, most kids rebel against their parents in the form of music. No? Well...whatever. I realized I kind of rebelled against mine, but not in the conventional form. Most kids listen to loud rock music, that their parent hate. Well...I kind of can't do that. Trust me. I tried. My mom asked me what the band was, because it was cool. So I went a different route. I started getting into the more indie music, which has been told to me that not a genre. I still disagree, but not important. Well, the music on the fringes of mainstream. Stuff that my parents have defined as, "Whiny pop crap."
I have slowly started listening to more rock, and listen to a lot more Project 9-6-1, a local rock station for you out of towners. Well...I guess my rebellion faze is over. For now at least. I am going to try desperately to take a nap, and if I don't succeed? Watch more Doctor Who, or read another chapter in The Great Gatsby, which by the way, I am reading for fun, and it is amazing! So...goodbye my lovelies!

Shouting out! Like loud, and stuff. Yeah....

Ok, so as you know, I love music. I listen to pretty much anything on earth. Name a band, I have probably heard of it, and if not, I will very quickly look them up and listen to everything they have. Now I think it is incredibly cool that I have friends who write music, Connor to name one. (Check him out, he is the one who got me into blogging.) I have tried multiple times. The last, not terrible sounding one had a Julie Brown flair to it, and it was about killing zombies. No lie. Oh, yeah. Shout out. Ok.

I have a friend, Alec, who writes, records, plays all his own instruments, so on. Well, when I say friend, I mean that we had 1 or 2 classes together and didn't totally hate each other. He has been doing music for a while now, and I have always enjoyed what he put up. Recently, (when I say recently, it was like 30 minutes ago, tops.) he posted a new song called Lumineuses that was really good. Probably my favorite he has posted.  Legitimately awesome. I can't stop listening to it.

So, that is my shout out. There. Don't tell I did it or anything, because I have the feeling that he doesn't like me that much. But go support him! He is totally awesome! Ok. I am done now. Good bye, everyone. I need to sleep. I have Tae Kwon Do in the morning.

Oh! One more thing! For more of his music, visit his SoundCloud page.

Ok. Now I am done. Good night. Again.

I don't ever want to be old.

This evening, my grandpa came over for dinner. It was pleasant enough. He complimented my parents on their cooking, and attempt to crack jokes about this was so much better than microwave meals (because that is all he eats). My parents would make small talk. And I would sit there awkwardly, wanting to interject because A. I strongly disagree with him on most things and B. I have yet to learn how to shut up. But afterward. Oh....afterwards. I was doing the dishes, as I was supposed to, while my grandpa talked with my parents. He talked about his Urologist, and his doctor, and whatever ologist he goes to. He talked about polictics, which one again, I disagree with him on. He complained about health care, and Medicare, and social security, and whatever. And I came to the realization I do not ever want to grow old.

It sounds silly. You have to grow old. But I really don't want too. First of all, you are wrinkly, and have liver spots, and things that I am supposed to complain about because I am female. Second of all, if growing old means that you have to go to doctors and specialists all the time, don't sign me up. I don't even like doctors, or hospitals, or whatever. So if I am expected to go to the doctor's office like it is my job, I definitely do not want that. And the last of all, if growing old means complaining all the time, I might go insane. Yes, I complain now. I whine. I am generally unpleasant some if not most of the time. But, if you complain more when you are old, well, I am not sure that is possible. So...I am not looking forward to growing old. Ever. As long as I keep cracking jokes, and smiling, I think I will be fine. But still. Old people (or maybe just my grandpa) really need to lighten up. That is all. Goodbye now.

Hey y'all!

Ok, so I have learned that movie reviews are totally not my thing, so don't look forward to more. I re-read it when it wasn't 1 in the morning, and it was really terrible. Really. But something has happened. I have been in online summer camps and stuff, and now I have a whole crap load of new followers. So...hey! What's up? How y'all doin'? This is just kind of a laid back post so, yeah. I may or may not have lost a good friend. *shrugs* It sucks, but I could be worse. I am starting high school soon. Oh my zombie Jesus, I am nervous. Excited, but nervous. Oh! I found a new motto! Bahaha! You want to here it? Ok! Life is a comedy, so why not enjoy it? So that is the lesson for today, my dears. Take that, and quote me, or if someone else said it, quote them. Ok, I am going to go enjoy the internet now. I just got it back, so I have a lot of affairs to attend to. *starts waving violently* Bye! Thanks for coming! Come back!