And such.

Excuses excuses AP testing Facebook excuses blah finals blah.

That about sums it up for the past month!

I'm supposed to be studying for my English final tomorrow morning and/or getting started on my gigantic chem lab writeup, not talking to random friends-of-friends-who-became-my-new-best-friend-within-twenty-minutes on the newly discovered Facebook or writing a blog post.

Causal analysis. Key characteristics. Right.

All this studying makes me want to watch Moulin Rouge again. Yes, I do have justification - that's what we watched in our "studying film as literature" unit (along with Twelve Angry Men, which I surprisingly enjoyed), and since I have to study names of shots and camera angles and such, I think I should see some real-life examples, amirite?

Yes. Of course I am.

I'm also thinking of getting a tumblr. You know, for all the random, depressing thoughts I get when I'm up at 12:45 AM trying to finish chem or just wasting time staring at a blank Firefox window.

But I'm enough of a narcissist already, so maybe I won't.

(On an unrelated note, I just got a Facebook two weeks ago and oh my goodness you guys it is so cool. I've been missing out, apparently, although honestly, I think I only would've benefited if I'd made mine a few months earlier. Anytime before that, I would've just been sad and boring.)

I am a list person.

So I decided to make a list of thirty awkward moments - not necessarily the MOST awkward moments. Just thirty different awkward moments. That's all.

...yeah, I don't know why, either. ANYWAY.

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1. When everyone else is dancing and you're the only person standing there awkwardly because you can't dance without resembling a chicken with its head cut off.

2. When you yell something really, really suggestive right as a teacher walks by.

3. When you're sitting on the ground and a person comes and stands in front of you and goes "Uh... you're kinda... blocking my locker."

4. Especially when you used to be friends with the person, but have since stopped talking to them. Voluntarily.


5. When you're shouting about something ridiculous and flapping your arms like a head case, and then you turn around and a random person is staring at you like you're insane.

6. When you tell your friends a story that you think is hilarious, and they just stare blankly.

...

Not that any of those have happened to me or anything.

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7. When you're sitting in the back of the classroom and you drop something and it makes a loud noise, and every single person in the room turns around and stares at you.

8. When you want to give someone something you don't want to parade around the entire world, but then someone else walks over and stands right next to you. And stays there.

9. Randomly swearing loudly in the middle of chem lab when you realize you forgot something important.

Heh.

When I published that last post, there was a little ad that said "Add Reactions to the bottom of your post!" and explained what "Reactions" were.

...

I'm suddenly tempted to change mine to "acid-base," "redox," and "precipitation."

Shut up, I'm a chem nerd. I find this kind of thing funny.

I will survive, I will surviiiiive

YES. I HAVE DONE IT.

I HAVE TAKEN THE AP CHEMISTRY TEST... AND SURVIVED.

How did I do it?

I have no clue.

...

Just kidding. It was probably a combination of practice tests, AP books (the Princeton Review one is great, if anyone was wondering), randomly timed panic sessions (including one that occurred in the middle of watching Water for Elephants... yeah, that was interesting), and not passing out from hyperventilation two minutes before the test started. Plus some other stuff, like staying awake in class all year.

All my brain juice has been used up for the day, so I'll post more later.

On the bright side, if anyone needs AP Chem help, I have achieved official stud status.

No life. Just studying.

No time to post properly - I have the AP Chem test in two days. TWO. DAYS.

I'll probably be back tomorrow with some panicked, incoherent keyboard-slamming.

Now excuse me while I go study my organic compounds.

"'Ester' sounds like 'Easter,' and on Easter, you eat a lot and get REALLY FAT, so there are a lot of atoms in esters!"

Procrastination and deprivation

Sleep deprivation, that is. My group of friends has one and only motto that we live by:

We are AP students! We do not sleep! Studying comes first! Health and personal hygiene and everything else goes second!

...yeah. BECAUSE THE AP CHEM TEST IS IN TWO WEEKS HOW CAN YOU EXPECT ME TO LIVE A "NORMAL" LIFE We really don't have lives, do we? (No.)

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Also:

Nightshade: So not fair. When I have kids, they're going to be BILINGUAL
Nightshade: and AWESOME
Janepage: My kids are going to be super amazing!
Nightshade: Ikr? I will have studly little children
Nightshade: Meeheeheeheehee
Janepage: AND THEY SHALL BE NAMED AFTER FRUITS

I refrained from putting the next bit, due to stalkerphobia issues with our real names, but it included coming up with random fruits paired with our last names. Also, my first two children are going to be Pineapple and Kumquat, and hers are going to be Watermelon and... Melon. I suppose.

Poor, poor children who are someday cursed to have us two as mothers. They'll never know what hit them.

YOU SEE, MOTHER. THIS IS WHY WE ARE BEST FRIENDS. I do not lie.

I'm supposed to be asleep in ten minutes, but...

...I just had to post this. I had to.

[10:48:53 PM] Me: also, going to bed now.
[10:49:11 PM] Me: tell your friends that i say goodbye!
SO LONG
FAREWELL
AUF WIEDERSEN GOODBYE
[10:49:19 PM] Me: THE SUN HAS GONE TO BED AND SO HAVE I
[10:49:24 PM] Me: GOODBYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
[10:49:28 PM] Janepage: FINE.
[10:49:29 PM] Me: good... BYYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
[10:49:31 PM] Janepage: BYE.
[10:49:37 PM] Me: ...
[10:49:44 PM] Janepage: :P
[10:49:45 PM] Me: i'm trying to think of some other way to say goodbye
[10:49:50 PM] Me: but all i can see is jake's skype status
[10:49:55 PM] Me: PARTYING PARTYING PARTYING YEAH
[10:50:04 PM] Me: and
[10:50:06 PM] Me: like
[10:50:18 PM] Me: AND PLEASE BELIEVE ME WHEN I SAAAAY IIIIIIII LOOOOOVE YOOOOUUUUU
[10:50:33 PM] Me: ...and neither of those are really good for saying goodbye
[10:50:44 PM] Janepage: ...ok

It's spectacular [spectacular]

SEE WHAT I DID THERE?

No? Okay.

WARNING: The rest of the post will consist of one blogger ranting insanely about a certain movie she watched recently. Earplugs are provided to your left. [WAVES HANDS TO LEFT] Please be careful of flying capital letters - they sometimes spontaneously combust. Not to worry; we have also provided fire extinguishers and have a team of expert waterbenders on speed dial.

...

OKAY FANGIRL SESSION STARTS NOW.

We're doing a film analysis unit in my English class and last week, we were informed that we would be watching Moulin Rouge! and 12 Angry Men (in that order). I had absolutely no clue what either of the films was about, so I went in with an open mind (although I admit I was slightly wary of the Boring In-Class Movie trap. Looking at you, Henry V).

In case you haven't seen it, the first twenty minutes or so of Moulin Rouge are completely and utterly ridiculous. In short: it contains a crossdressing dwarf, a spirited rendition of the Sound of Music title song (the hiiiiiiiills are aliiiiiive, etc.), and the lines "Suddenly, an unconscious Argentinian fell through my ceiling" and "LOVE IS LIKE OXYGEN!", along with a drug-induced dancing fairy and a neon-colored strip club cancan place (the Moulin Rouge).

After that, fortunately, the main storyline picks up, so it's not entirely insane. If you haven't seen it: It's a love story. About a writer and a cancan dancer. AND IT WAS AMAZING.

aklejr h;jkaerjk; yakl;je klrjhglkakweh tkj34a wgklfsjdflllllllll

And the interesting thing is, I don't usually like romantic movies. I find them bland and a bit pointless without a bigger plot to carry the romance. (As you might guess, I pretty much hate romcoms and chick flicks and the like.) I prefer intense action/fiery explosions/insane visual effects/laugh-until-oxygen-fails-you comedy. Moulin Rouge is mainly a romance, but it has the advantage of also being hilarious, suspenseful, and (sometimes) depressing.

AND IT'S A MUSICAL.

DARN YOU iTUNES AND YOUR INABILITY TO PURCHASE INDIVIDUAL SONGS INSTEAD OF THE ENTIRE ALBUM YOU HAVE FORCED ME TO YOUTUBE The music's pretty amazing, too. Now, every time I hear it, I start grinning like an idiot and can't stop for about forty minutes after the song ends. [DREAMY FANGIRL SIGH]

So watch it. NOW.

Disclaimer: Moulin Rouge! is PG-13, and it takes place in a cancan theater (is that the right term?), which is basically the equivalent of an 1899 strip club. If you're worried about Things That Are Not Rated G, you should probably skip this one. There's no actual, ahem, "adult content," and you have to take into consideration the setting, but still. Just in case.

No point.

I feel like I should post something on here just to keep the blog alive and well, though I don't have much to say. Again.

Except maybe that I'm trying to digitally color a drawing I did and I get the feeling it's going to fail miserably... ah, well. Everyone has to start somewhere, and that "somewhere" is the Land of Failure and Suckishness.

Thankfully, people improve. (Erm, hopefully.) Even I, the worst artist ever (a combination of laziness, busyness, and general lack of talent is never good), have actually IMPROVED over time. Amazing, I know, but it's true. I look at stuff I uploaded to deviantART almost a year ago and cringe at the horror. I'm tempted to take it down and pretend it never happened, but I think it serves as a nice testament to some semblance of artistic improvement. Or something.

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Sometimes this blog feels like one giant, raging, bubbling cesspool of narcissism. Who cares about what I think? Who cares about what I write? Who cares about the random, mundane, finer points of my life?

Maybe it's because I want to better myself as a writer, improve my (negligible) skill with words, et cetera. But what am I talking about? Myself. Nothing of global importance or national importance or anyone-that-isn't-me importance. I just keep rambling and rambling and expect people to read this and actually care.

How many pronouns have I used that are "I," "me," "my," or "mine"? Too many.

I expect someday I'll catch sight of my reflection in a nice, clear pool in the forest, and I'll fall madly in love with myself and eventually be turned into a flower by sympathetic higher forces.

In which the blogger brags about her amazing friends

Because, you know, they're completely and utterly awesome. Seriously, did funnier people ever exist? I think not.

And also, they give really good hugs.

But even if funnier people did exist, I bet they didn't make math jokes - 

"Okay, guys, let's be rational-"
"No! Never! We are not rational! We are irrational! We are PI!!"

- or come up with such eloquent answers to scientific questions -

"How have you increased the entropy of the universe today? Walking, eating, breathing-"
"BLINKING!"

- or made such a declaration as... um. I'm not really sure how to describe this.

"Today is not yesterday. Today is TODAY."

Yes, we are AP students. I promise.