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!

Black Swan-Movie Review

So...last night I took a break in my desperate attempt at catching up with the current season of Doctor Who (which is not working because I am still on Doctor 10 with Rose, so I have a long way to go) and watched Black Swan with Natalie Portman and Mila Kunis. I had already gotten the warnings that is very graphic at one part, and it will mess with your mind, and still went on with watching it. I guess you all need to know what it is about, right? Yeah. Ok. I am terrible with writing summaries (Trust me, I tried three times, and I couldn't get it to sound right) so I am going to borrow one from Fandango.com.

Nina (Natalie Portman) is a ballerina whose passion for the dance rules every facet of her life. When the company's artistic director decides to replace his prima ballerina for their opening production of ''Swan Lake,'' Nina is his first choice. She has competition in newcomer Lily (Mila Kunis) however. While Nina is perfect for the role of the White Swan, Lily personifies the Black Swan. As rivalry between the two dancers transforms into a twisted friendship, Nina's dark side begins to emerge.

So, a quick thing they don't mention in there is that it is all about losing yourself on the road to be perfect. So, Nina is trying to be perfect throughout the movie, but dance is not about perfection. It is about expression. Everyone tries to tell her that, but she doesn't seem to get it.

Ok, so what I thought of it. First of all, it was a movie about ballet, so I expected it to be rather feminine and refined. I was absolutely wrong. The movie was wonderfully well written, all the actors did a fabulous job, and the cinematography was amazing. It also scared me out of my mind. It made me sit there going Ok, ok, wait, what the firetruck? Why are they? Oh my god...and that continued through out the whole movie. The beginning was a little slow, but after that, be prepared to be taken on an emotional roller coaster.

One thing this movie shows well is what happens behind the gorgeous costumes, the sets, and velvet curtains. All the strain that goes through it, and the work, and the parts that aren't the glamorous high life you would expect. Like when Nina is practicing, her toe cracks, and makes this terrible crunching sound, or the fact that she lives in a grubby apartment with her smothering, overbearing mother (played by the wonderful Barbara Hershey).

Another thing is the toxic relationship between Kunis's character Lily, and Portman's character Nina. Lily does really want Nina's part, but is really nice and supportive. Nina is convinced throughout the whole movie that Lily is out to get her, with the 'fake' support and purposely drugging her (which didn't actually happen). In all actuality, the only person out to get her is herself.

One thing I have to mention about this movie is that it is very graphic and there is a very explicit lesbian sex scene. There is use of drugs and alcohol. This movie is also not for the weak stomached either. I am not going to spell out why, so take my word for it. Then again, there is a reason this movie is rated R. My dad said it the best when I saw he had gotten it and I asked him if I could watch it. He said "I would let you watch it, but there is no way I would let your sister watch it."

So....yeah. That is my review of Black Swan. I hope you liked it. By the way, this is my first review, so if it seems very incoherent, I apologize. That is just kind of how my mind works. If you ladies and jelly spoons liked it (Yes Eddie Izzard, I am going to steal that from you.), tell me, I will do more. If you hated it, and would much rather me never do it again, I can do that too. Now, go run along and do more productive things, like, watch this move, or roller skate, or work on your outfit for when you and a group of friends might be going as Hogwarts professors to see Harry Potter, because that is what I am going to do. Well, mostly the last one but yeah. Bye!

Oh yeah. This thingy.

Hey, y'all! I haven't forgot about you all! I swear! I have been kind of busy, doing things like summer swim league, theater camp, and my adventure back into the world of Avatar: The Last Airbender, and watching Hetalia: Axis Powers. Also being lazy in every sense of the world. I will start updating a lot more now. So yeah. I still like you guys. So stop feeling dejected.

Hehe...Alexis

Oh, P.S. Question. You guys want gifs in this? I haven't decided. Nah...I will leave that to Tumblr. Well...what do y'all think? Is it as tacky as I think it would be?

Is back, B****h.

Hey! Guess who is back, and ready to blog! Yup! Me! Did you miss me? Yeah, didn't think so. Either way, I am back! I am also going to apologize for the cursing in the title. That is as far as it goes (I hope.) So, how did the cruise go, and where in the world have you been for the past week/two weeks/month? First of all, I have no idea how long I was gone. Let's just say way too long for my liking.
        
            Second of all, the cruise.The cruise was amazing! I made a whole bunch of new friends (Hunter, Jesse, Megan, Miles, Deven, Nancy, Patrick, Amy...), I learned that I dislike my cousin. Strongly. Very strongly. I also learned that four people can survive in a room the size of a shoebox. Not comfortably, but they can. Somehow, I have no idea how, I manged to find the only conservative republican Evangelist who was 12 (You know the type that like to get all up in your face and scream at you?) on the ship, and for some reason, he decided to follow me around for 3 hours (I am not exaggerating one bit) and insulted and yelled at me for 2 1/2 hours of that. The only reason I got through it was because my insanity and my southern charm came out. Oh! Also manged to find the girls that are kind of slutty, and don't believe it, so they insult you behind their back, giving you names like slut, whore, and bitch (A.K.A. The popular girls). We, my group of friends and I, had many quarrels with them. One positive thing came out of that though. I did get to use one of my Shakespearean insults, and laugh at them with my friends when they are completely confused by me using something higher than a fourth grade vocabulary.

           Enough of me focusing on the bad, let me tell you about more of the good. The food was great, except the sushi. That was a let down. Free pizza, antipesto, panna cota, tea, coffee, crumb cake, cookies, and many more 24 hours a day. The teen program was excellent. The shows were impeccable. The all adult shows were hilarious. Over all it was a great cruise, and there are many stories to tell afterwards (choking on crumb cake, people offering free drinks to my friends, Sorrento's every night, learning all about Alaska...).

So, back to reality, of chores, 7 am swim practices, limited variety of food, and much more. Let's end on a happy note shall we? My headphones are broken and I need my dad to look at them. Oh, that's not happy. How did that get in there? The use of the italics are back. You all should be very concerned that my thoughts are making their way back on here. Oh, I got it! I am back, and I love you all, even if I threaten you with violence, which you know I will never commit. Or will I? Mwahahaha...Despite my crazy thoughts, ideas, and actions. Despite my absences. Which I hope will never happen again, because there is a blogger app now! Despite it all, I love you, the whole 8 of you that are subscribed to this, and the few brave ones that click on it after I post it on Facebook. I am done being mushy now. Enjoy it while it lasted. So, ta ta for now my darlings! Too far? Yeah, probably. But I am going to start doing that so accept it. Have a wonderful time doing things, like...stuff. I am going to go off and watch some more Doctor Who. Bye!

Soda run!

You get away with a lot if A) You are the Student Director or B) You are filling in for someone who got sick on short notice. I was doing both yesterday afternoon. This the story of the soda run.

Moe's got a fancy new coke machine next door, and I had just finished my soda. I was parched, and we still had time till we went on. I knew I wasn't supposed to drink anything but water in my costume, but I figured I had done this enough that I wouldn't spill anything. So, I was out of soda, had nothing to drink, and was desperate. I got up from my seat on the stairs, and walked to the back entrance to the theater (which was in the same room). I told everyone "I will be right back. Cover for me." I was in full hair, makeup, costume, the whole shebang. I was just about to leave when my sister said "Lex, wait. Get Georgia Blue to do it." I didn't even think of it. She was in the green room hanging out with us, and she wasn't even acting. So, I called Ms. Georgia Blue over to ask her to get me a Vanilla Coke. "I have to ask my Mama, but I will do it if she lets me." Off she goes with my cup. I wait for a few moments. Time passes. Mrs. G yells at us (again. Really, who is surprised?) and walks off. Next thing I know, Georgia Blue is back with my cup, which is now full of soda and ice. I couldn't believe it. I was completely elated. I thank her, and walk back to my staircase seat next to Briana.
 
Just to make this cheesy, I am in your debt Georgia Blue. Either way, I got some soda and didn't really have to do anything. Being the Student Director Extraordinaire has more perks than you think. 

10 Things I hate and why.

1. Homophobes. They are ignorant, narrow-minded, and aggravate me.
2. My internet going down. I think you can tell that one by now. I live on the internet. I start feeling really lost and confused when it is down.
3. The taste of coffee. Not the smell, look, or anything else. Just the taste. I just don't like it.
4. When my cell phone dies. It just all around sucks. I start to go a little crazy when that happens.
5. Not having any music. 'Nuff said.
6. People who slander me for my religious beliefs. Honestly, I never really talk about them, because every time I have in the past, people have tried to convert me when they were the ones inquiring about them. I am not even that religious, in case you wanted to know.
7. Fanta Orange. It is nothing like Orange Crush. They are so very different.
8. When we are out of tortilla chips, shredded cheese, or salsa/hot sauce because then I can not eat nachos. Then it is a sad time.
9. I have a habit of burning myself while cooking. That is why I have the dark spot on my stomach. Earlier, I burned myself while trying to take pizza out of the oven. Burning yourself hurts, in case you didn't know that.
10. The rumor that went around in 6th grade that I was a lesbian. That is not true, and never was. I do believe in gay rights, and everyone deserves an equal right (Sorry, Volde! :D) but I am not a lesbian.

So now you know more about me, in case you wanted to. I really needed to update this, so I did with some stuff about me. So yeah...there ya go!

Names

Your name defines you. You don't realize how much it does, but it really does. When you have an odd last name, like mine, most peoples reactions are either "That weird girl with a weird name," or "Wow, she has an uncommon last name, she must be exotic." Neither are the case, of course (well maybe the first one :D).

Let me tell you, I would love to have a common last name like Smith, Brooks, James, something like that. You might ask Why Alexis? Because usually people don't really judge with a common last name. Someone with the last name B-I am not saying the other letters- gets judged a lot more. Believe me, I am actually the only Alexis B-still not saying the other letters- in the world. For real. All the people with my last name, are related to me. I used to get yelled at up until 6th grade for not writing my full name on a paper. There is only so much room on that paper, and I could be the only Alexis B. that they teach, or in the whole grade. Either way, I would still get yelled at.

It is a running joke with anyone who is friends with me to be able to spell my last name. They try and try for years. Only a few have gotten it, and that is because they have known me for years, and they had to spell it for something. Other one is how to correctly pronounce my last name. I have people I have known for years that still can't do it.


Ok, I am done ranting about my name. Sorry if it seems uncoordinated. I wrote it in my head at 1:00 in the morning while trying to sleep. After all that, I do still like my last name, I promise.

-Alexis B.

I am a hopeless romantic

I will admit, I am kind of a hopeless romantic (if you couldn't tell by my first post). Camping on the beach, kiss in the rain, stuff like that. You can blame it on my zodiac sign. Apparently, Libras are known hopeless romantics. You can blame it on being a girl. Either way, yeah. I am.

When hanging out with my friends, you would not be able to tell. Whenever people suggested romantic movies, I would suggest a comedy. I never really did much for Valentine's Day, exept sit in the basemet, alone, eating chocolate, and watching a romantic comedy. I actually had never slow danced, exept with friends tackily to make others laugh. All because I didn't want anyone to know how much of a hopeless romantic I actually was.

Yup, I am a hopeless romantic. There is nothing I can do about it, and this hopeless romantic is in love. Wow, Alexis. Did you actually just right that? Yeah, I did. Whatever. There is nothing I can do now. You could like, I don't know. Delete it? Yeah, I can. -sigh-

 Well, this blog post is done. I am going to go swim in the pool, and go daydream.

-Alexis

Zombie Hunting! My first day

Ok so my first day zombie hunting. This thing had been going on the two days before, but I had not gone out to UGA yet. I arrive at the I fields to find Noah, Connor, and a whole bunch of people I didn't know (which I still hardly know since everyone knew everyone else but me, and we didn't have time for long intros). So we crossed the street, to the rail road tracks, and we walked. And walked. And walked some more, until we finally get to the bridge. So, while people decide to ninja up the stairs (you know who you are), I finally decide on a safer route to walk up the stairs. So we walked up some stairs. And some more stairs. And once again some more stairs. We cross the bridge, go down some, yup you guessed it, more stairs,and finally get to the Geology building. We were supposed to meet up with some friends there, which were not there. After listening to one-sided arguements with the people who we were supposed to meet with, we finally decide to venture out to the Tate center. After we get to Tate, things get more interesting.

We make it to Tate and walked up some more stairs. Did I mention there are a lot of stairs on Campus? We make it safely inside of Tate and I wander around for a bit, while pretty much everyone else scatters. I finally find the group hanging outside Tate and we go zombie hunting. I am already walking down the stairs from Tate and we wander, looking for zombies, and our missing teammates. As we are walking up the stairs, I hear the scream of ZOMBIE!!!!! I dashed down the stairs as fast as I could, with Connor at my tail. I am glad I was last, otherwise I would not have lasted as long as I did. Turns out the zombie got two of our team mates. The remaining humans, including myself, head to the downstairs entrance, to avoid the zombie,and make it safely inside. We cross the building to make it to the front plaza, hoping to kill some zombies, which sadly was not the case. Afterwards, we head inside the Cafe to get some Chick-fil-a. We meet up with three other guys, which join our team. After everyone was done eating, we leave to hopefully run into some zombies. We head off to the satellite building to get some zombies, while Matthew (I know, I actually remembered his name out of all of them) ambushed Noah and fed off of his brains. 5 minutes later, Mr. Noah tries to ambush us, while I use my ninja nerf power and stop him before he could get to anyone. Afterwards, a zombie taunts us from the top floor, and Connor and someone else ( I know, I didn't catch his name) headed up to investigate. I stick around the bottom to make sure no zombies go up the ambush them. Finally, they return and we head on our merry way.

We head down the little street on the side of the satellite building where a giant group of zombies taunt us, most likely out of pure boredom, or so I thought. For a few minutes, I keep on repeating "I suggest running for our lives". Finally, after I calm down, a ninja zombie comes at me from behind and turns me into a zombie. I don't feel too bad since the ninja zombie got two other people on our team. The three new zombies cross the street to the large zombie group, and we stick with them. I make friends with a college girl on the team, and we head up to the satellite building. Carol Lin and I spot a human and stalk him all throughout the building, also checking for the exits.  We meet up with the rest of the team on the roof and wait for humans, and for the others to respon. Finally after some waiting, we spot a pair, which was heavily armed, waiting in the doorway. One of the guys on the team went as distraction while the college girl stuck up to get the first. After much debating about the rules, everything is settled. We spot the remainder of our original group, along with another heavily armed group on the roof with us. Our original group catch wise and head back down, and we taunt the second group. After that group leaves, we decide to ambush our first group. A first few go ahead down the tunnel and take out the first guy. After ward, we distract the remainder, including Connor, when one of our teammates uses ninja powers, sneaks up behind them, and gets them. Finally, we head back up to the roof, when Connor announces his departure.

Afterwards, we all head up to the Student Learning Center, which isn't that far and head inside. We all smell a big battle brewing. 8 zombies vs. 4 humans. Both sides increase in number. Finally after waiting inside for ten minutes or so, I get bored and call my mom. Much debating on where to go, and were exactly I am outside the SLC, I finally get it straitened out. Yes, one human got me, but I was on the phone with my mom. What was I supposed to do? My mom arrives and pulls into a small parking lot across from Millage Hall. I stroll leisurely to her car, until I hear the voices of the heavily armed group again. I quickly dash into the car, almost missing my seat and landing in my mom's lap, and throw my bookbag into the backseat. I settle myself, answer some of my mom's questions such as "What the heck was that about?" and we drive off.

That concludes of my first day of zombie hunting. I don't know if I will be going again, but it was some of the most fun I have had in a long time.

Laughing at my own jokes

I will admit that I laugh at my own jokes. I don't try to, but it happens. I usually laugh when think that others will laugh, but I end up being the only one. I think it is because I am used to theater, and the audience laughing at the jokes, and I want to laugh along. So, I laugh. It is tacky, but I do it. This one isn't genetic, I swear this one this is only me.

My first original post for this thingy.

I am going to start with an apology. I am sorry I haven’t been updating. I have been, well…yeah. No excuse. I have been busy, and lazy. End of story. I don’t think that whoever is reading this honestly cares, but it is called Southern hospitality, and I am trying to use the very little of it I have. I have also been stuck in a rut. I can’t decide to write the next blog post on anonymity or laughing at my own jokes, so instead of doing both and uploading them at different times, I have not written either. It sucks, but it happens a lot, especially with me because I am lazy. Is anyone actually reading this? If so, which should I do? Does anyone have any questions? I am pretty sure you don’t, because if you are actually reading this either A. I have forced you too, or B. You already know me well enough, probably better than you ever did want to. But still, any questions? I promise I will get back on board with this thingy I am wasting your lives with. Anyone have any suggestion? Please? Either way, I am going to go surf on Facebook, because my internet was down again. Alexis? Again? That really shouldn’t happen. I know it shouldn’t but with the rain, for some unknown reason it keeps going down.  Oh, yeah. To cheer you guys up, it is going to rain next week. I know, bleh. But there is one positive thing out of all of this. I get to wear my rain boots that I absolutely love, and also being the only one in the house with rain boots is nice too.Anyone else have last minute prank thinking to do? Because I do. So...yeah. I am going to surf around on my new blog now. So...Bye! Love you, whoever is reading this!

-Lexie B.

Note 2/ I wrote this before I got my internet back.

The mega thunder storm stopped sometime last night, which is good, but it did something to my internet. My internet doesn’t work at all. I am actually writing this in word right now. This sucks. I know I sound pathetic right now. Look, she is whining about her internet being down while insert terrible world problem here is happening. I know, I know, but I am terribly bored, and I do not deal with boredom well, hence this. Pretty much all of my friends are at church right now, so calling or texting is out of the way. I have a paper to do, but I have to research for that. I could go to the library to use the internet, but the library is ten miles away, and the parents aren’t going to drive me. My little sister is out of the house for the whole weekend, so doing something with her is out of the picture.  I feel so obsolete without the internet. I mean I understand that people lived without it for a very long time, longer than I have been alive, but I have had the internet my whole life. Great, Alexis. You are ranting to the internet that probably doesn’t even care, and less than ten people will read this. Yes, yes you are. You are hopeless. Well, I think this rant is over now. I don’t know if this kind of thing is normal but whatever. Maybe it is genetic, or maybe it is just me.
P.S. All of these posts are going to be late. The internet was down last night when I wrote it. I don’t know when my internet is going to be up again.
P.P.S.  The first post was written on Saturday. I think I mentioned that in there. Today is Sunday. I would have been confused too. It is ok. I still love you, whoever is reading this. Mainly because you actually have wasted part of your life to read about mine. Thank you. You mean a lot.
-Lexie B.

Ok, here is my first post that was on facebook/ Rain Storm

I have always had a weird fantasy with being in the pouring down rain, and my lover comes along. It is all romantic and mushy, totally not the way I usually want people to see me. I guess it is normal, since I am a girl and The Notebook has been such a staple, but I think about it every time it rains. Every. Single. Time. It is worse when it is a big thunderstorm like today. I will zone out all the time. Today, I was heating up some leftovers, because I am too lazy to cook something on a late Saturday afternoon, and Mama made meatloaf last night. It was in the microwave heating up. I was waiting patiently as I watch it turn around and around, and BAM! A huge thunder clap comes that rattles the garage door. I am suddenly, involuntarily, taken to the rain kiss fantasy. I finally snap out of it when my dad comes out of his room and yells at me to stop the microwave from beeping. I don't even realize it has gone off, and apparently had been going off for about two minutes or so. Not cool. So as I am writing this, I am eating lukewarm leftovers trying to figure out why my brain is so messed up. Maybe it is genetic, or maybe it is just me.
-Lexie B.

I have finally done it!

Ok, all the Facebook notes? They are going to be put here. Yay! I have a blog! Now I will go update Facebook to tell everyone. Please follow! Also feel free to comments and give suggestions on what to do with this thing. Love you all!
- Lexie B.