senioritis

Greetings, many (not really) followers!

I have decided how I'm going to track my progress for my senior project (aside from weekly check-ins with my mentor/ uploading photos on Facebook), and it involves YOU.

I'm going to post on here every day for the next three weeks (starting on Monday, or maybe Saturday; it depends when I start Legolas). It'll be like I'd post for NaNo, where I write where I am and where I'm targeting and stuff. And I may even post photos. I don't know what I'll be doing as of yet. I'll be posting for sure.

And for the first week of June, there will be two posts every day *gasp*. That's the way things work when you're doing Novel Posts and Senior Project Posts in the same week.


Right now, I have a free block, and I have nothing to do. Well, that's not really true. I should be writing. Or knitting my prom dress. Or doing something productive like that. I could be doing that. And I should. And I will later. Hopefully.


Senioritis has hit me, I am afraid.


I guess that's what happens when you have NOTHING TO DO ALL THE TIME. I think my junioritis was worse than my senioritis is, though, because I still had to go to class for the last month of school, but nothing actually happened. So I didn't really do anything. I didn't really want to do anything. And, because of the number of my free blocks, nothing ever got done. I had to go to school, because my attendance was still being recorded and it would affect my grades for the worse if I didn't show up to class, but nothing ever happened once I got there, because all the finals and SOLs had been taken and there was no reason to actually study anything. It was rather boring, to be quite honest.

Some classes still are boring. Actually, some classes have deteriorated to beyond boring. For example, I found the subject matter of AP Government was rather interesting during the course of the year. However, now that the AP exam has come and gone and we have nothing to do, we're watching "Legally Blonde". To be honest, that movie is okay as a chick flick, but I've gotten to the point where I think Elle is annoying. REALLY annoying. And annoying for her stereotype as much as her attitude and stuff.

This is why the end of the year really sucks. I'm going to miss everyone when we leave for college and stuff, but right now it's just kind of... blah.

But it doesn't stop Elle Woods from being the most annoying character in my life right now. I've learned that I can't write that sort of character as well. I was going to have a nymph kind of like Elle in my NaNo novel (the one I wrote in 2010 that I'm working on now). But I've gotten to her, and she's not like Elle at ALL. Her sister is, maybe, but Calypso isn't. Calypso's now the most temperamental character I have in the book, and that's including the human bomb that blows up when it's too hot out or his temper gets out of control.

Well, time to work on what sort of adventures I'm going to have this summer. I don't know. Any suggestions you have would be greatly appreciated.

bleh

Well, here I am. In the library. I should be writing, but I'll get to that in a few minutes, I guess.
In truth, I have nothing to do, which will be foreshadowing the rest of the week. Especially Friday. If everyone turns in their government materials (aka textbook and Lanahan reader thing) tomorrow, then Friday we will not have class, which means I will be able to go home at noon. Which is fine, but also kind of boring, because there'll be so little to do. Yeah, I could hang out with friends (those that don't have class) or write (which I should do), but still. I write a lot and spend all my free time in the library, regardless of whether or not my friends are in here.
This is my world.

I realized something. I need to do the annual Why I Am Excited For Summer List, because I need something to do and Friday essentially symbolizes my being done with school (because then is three weeks of senior projects, and after that is the senior trip, and then after that is graduation, so I am not going to be doing much schoolwork after Friday... except for a calculus final... and an EarthSpace SOL, both of which happen during Senior Projects... grr).

Anyhow, here it is.

Why I Am Excited For Summer
1. Philmont
2. ASP
3. last summer before college
4. chance to have adventures
5. possibility for getting a job
6. DnD with some friends (SO SUE ME IF I'M A DORK)

wow. Surprisingly short this year.
Honestly, I don't know whether I'm excited or not for summer this year. Well, I'm excited for summer in the sense that it's summer, and so there's a lot of fun to be had and stuff. But really, with my degree of social life, it's not going to happen that much. Except for DnD.

So, another list: reasons why I'm NOT excited for summer.

1. Last Summer at home
2. Many of my friends are going to be off for six weeks at music camp, so I won't see them much
3. At the end of the summer, I'll be leaving
4. Honestly, what I'll wind up doing is running every morning and then knitting in front of the TV all day

yeah. Shorter (by two) but more accurate. This is depressing.
You know, I made a pact to myself a while ago that I'd have at least one adventure a day during the summer, and read a lot as well. I'm going to try to implement that, but I'm going to have trouble with the 'fun' part, with everyone being out of town and stuff, but I'll try.
You know, I'm kind of disappointed in myself in that regard. This is supposed to be the Time of My Life, but I'm just blogging in the library and writing every afternoon. Writing FANTASY. I know my characters better than I know actual people. I'll have no stories to tell my kids except the ones I've written. I admit, I kind of feel like a bit of a failure right now. What with senior projects, I'm going to be at home even MORE.
Sigh.
This summer is going to suck.

GOV!

Free blocks. How I adore these amazing extra sets of 45 minutes in which I can do whatever I choose to. Glad someone invented these things.

You know what else I adore? Studying for AP exams.

Not.


The weird thing is, last week and the week before, all the AP I wanted to study was for my Gov exam.  Hey, it was interesting stuff - I have no idea how to study for a literature exam, and I sure did not want to study for calculus (I did some study anyway), so I studied for government.  But I also found Government to be strangely interesting.  I knew that Government was my last exam and that I would have loads of time between Lit on Thursday and Gov on Tuesday, and that I should probably be studying for calculus or something, but still, it was interesting.  I liked learning it.

Well, now I am on the eve of the exam, and I have no idea what I should go review first.  Suddenly, all of that studying I did last week and the week before seems to be completely irrelevant.  I know what I have to study - I need to go over the way Congress and the Courts and the Executive office work, since we did all of that at the beginning of the year and it seems to have slipped out of my brain since then - but suddenly, it all seems to have vanished from the AP study book in the library.  WHERE DID ALL THE ESSENTIAL INFORMATION GO?

Calculus was different.  I could be totally indiscriminate in my studying and still have a chance to bump up my score.  I already knew I would do badly on it if I did not study.

But this is worse.  I know I need to study, and I know what I have to go over, but I cannot find it.  The teacher has not told us what to go over - he does not know what is in each of our heads and what we specifically need to study.

Not like the students.  We did not really do domestic policy, have barely studied economic policy, and have not touched foreign policy.  I know if I do not go over those, I am most assuredly going to be screwed tomorrow morning.


But it is the night before the exam.  How am I going to go and get through this all and remember it at 8:00 tomorrow morning?

By not sleeping tonight and stopping this procrastination during this completely unprecedented free block from English that I did not think was coming (I guess that is why it is unprecedented).  I WILL be going for a run this afternoon, but I will not be knitting at all today.  I forgot to bring it with me this morning, and I will be studying basically all afternoon, so... yeah.  No prom dress for me tonight.  Tomorrow, though.  And then Thursday or Friday, I will start my knitting for my Senior Project.  WOOHOO!



And... yeah.  Procrastination needs to stop... now.



Like, really.


Well, I am off.  I am going on a quest for that missing information that I need.

Camp NaNoWriMo!

Greetings!

I'm here with a lunatic idea (and also a means to procrastinate on my English homework)!

So, as you know, I post daily when I am participating in National Novel Writing Month. And if you don't know this... go back into the backlogs and refresh your memory. It's that little tab over on the right, kind of down a bit.

What you might not know is that the Office of Letters and Light also runs Camp NaNoWriMo, which was started last year and which happens during the summer - this year, it's going on during June and August. I plan on participating, at least during June, because I have a character (Shya) who I really finally need to give a story to, because, honestly, she's been dancing around in my head for four years, waiting to get out onto paper.

Her time has come.

Finally.

Which is where my lunatic (not really) idea stems from, mostly to see whether I am going to actually post more often or not. You never know what might happen in life. (I have no idea where that statement came from).

So, basically, what's going to happen is just what OLL hopes will happen for writers (well, sort of). I write a lot during June, then I get a severe writing cramp from the excess of fiction that is stemming from my pen (yes, I'm doing it by hand... again), and then I post every day about it, like I do in November: the location in the story, the approximate page count, the complaints about writer's cramp... you get the idea.

Yes, I know, it's kind of weird. But I need motivation to write Shya... finally.

In the mean time, before I write Shya, I'm finishing Nemesis. Remember her? She was my first NaNo heroine, if you don't recall. If you do recall, good for you! If you don't... go back into the backlogs and refresh your memory. Directions are in the third paragraph of this post.

Anyway, the only issue I have with this lunatic/ good/ bad/ weird idea (and the only issue that OLL might have with this, considering that they are the providers of all the guilt monkeys) is that... I admit, I've written about 1600 words of Shya's tale already. Does that count as horrible? Probably. It probably counts as cheating as well.

well, last year, I DID cheat... like, a lot. But I'm not really counting last year, because last year... last year, for me, was a complete fail. Like, a COMPLETE fail. I barely wrote at all.

And then I lied about my word count.

I know, I'm a horrible lying person who deserves to be struck down by the heavens. But there you have it. I've come clean about it, and it's over now, so I can't really change it, and it's in the past, so changing it's now physically impossible.

Well, what's done is done.

Now, onward to English homework!

a breakup letter for Calculus

Dear Calculus,

First of all, thank you for letting your AP exam being not as difficult as I thought it would be. I know that isn't exactly the best thing to say, considering that I'm now trying to break up with you, but thanks anyway. I did study up on what you might throw at me (since you frequently had problems during the relationship, I thought you'd probably bring them up again when this ended), which helped, but still. You still had to bring up particle functions, didn't you?

But enough of the past; I must address our plans for our future. Calculus, it HAS been nice knowing you, but I fear I must move on. If you let me do well enough this morning to let me get a 4 or a 5, that means that today is goodbye. My sincerest apologies, but I can't say I'll miss you too much. Admit it, Calc - you and the rest of your math friends have a lot of problems, and you expect everyone else to solve them. Can't you grow up and solve them yourselves?

Of course, if I become a business major, then we will be having frequent lunch dates and long nights where you give me more trouble than I think you are worth. I may avoid becoming a business major for that very reason. After all, I found your limits; you know you found mine when I did not go to sleep until half past midnight several nights in a row. You know you were at the bottom of that.

But, then again, I might change in college, in the two years before we might have to reunite. You might change, too. After all, I spent a good part of this year with you trying to figure out the rate at which your many girlfriends (often named X, Y, and T, and sometimes R) changed, and trying to figure out how they were before they changed, and what they became after they changed. Maybe YOU (or even U) are the reason that they seemed to alter so much - maybe you were trying to get into the nitty gritty of them at their most derivative that they chose to break up with you.

Either way, count me among your lost loves for now. If we meet again, I hope that you will have matured enough to provide some sort of function in future endeavors, as I attempted to provide some help for your current problems.

I can't say I'll miss you. If I become a business major, I hope that we will be able to have a very professional relationship, and not let our mutual irritation (my irritation of your constant need to get to everyone's limits, and your irritation that I sometimes neglect you and refuse to go to the limit with you; I'm sorry, girls don't work that way) get in the way of working professionally together. By that point, I hope you'll have moved on from X, Y, T, and R. They aren't worth thinking about too much, and it hurts relationships if you moon over the old ones. Don't think about U too much, either; he's the sort of guy nobody likes for long. After all, he's a part of you, whether you know it or not.

Until we meet again,

Knitter

college-bound and farewell?

Well, as you can guess from previous posts about college applications and how it's stressful, and how I've decided on a college, I'll be concluding my senior year in June. (part of the reason that this is the first time I've posted all month is because I have my first AP exam tomorrow and I've actually been studying, because I suck at calculus).

That being said, I really don't know what the future of this blog will be. I'd like to continue it, but seeing as my posting frequency has slowed down considerably (and shows no signs of speeding up again), I don't know how possible that'll be with college life. I may start a new blog for Knitter In College, but I might keep this one and just change the banner of it to say "Someone who tries to survive school".

Either way, I want to keep blogging.

If I do keep up with this blog, please don't expect the post frequency that I maintained when I was a freshman. I no longer have that much time to do whatever I want (well, I do, but I don't use it for doing whatever I want to - grades actually matter now, so I kind of have to focus on that), and you probably don't want to hear any more ranty tangents out of me anymore.

So if I keep up this blog, I'm probably going to post with less frequency (but will probably write longer posts), and the content will be different. I don't know what the content change will shift to, but it's probably going to go away from "THIS IS MY LIFE! READ ABOUT IT!"

So, in short, I don't know what will happen. I might stay; I might leave. If I stay... well, it'll be easy to tell. I'll still be posting every month, even if it's only once or twice. I'll probably say something and then vanish into the abyss for another fifteen or twenty days until I decide I'll post again.

If I depart, I'll probably do a farewell post, probably in June and closer to graduation (and probably after all my AP exams are over). I'll miss this blog if I go, but I probably won't delete it. It's almost like a diary - if you go back to the backlog, it's like seeing yourself as a freshman in high school all over again, at least for me. I'm not sure how I feel about that.

Whatever I decide, I'll keep you updated. I might just start a new blog for just knitting or just writing, and keep tangents for this blog. I might convert this blog just writing or just knitting and do tangents somewhere else.

But you WILL be updated - ye few who read this blog.

Anyhow, that's what I have for today.

Shakespeare! (and writing)

Well, I have nothing to do.

Well, technically I do. I could be doing Earth-Space homework. I could be working on my prom dress (I finished the front of it this morning! SIKE!). I could be doing calculus. But I'm choosing to blog instead, because I can. Also, because I'm thoroughly incapable of getting a significant amount of calculus done in half an hour, which is all the time that I have before lunch. I'll get to it later, now that I probably don't have a film shoot later today.

This morning, during one of my other free blocks, I decided to look up some Shakespearean settings. Why?

Remember my NaNoWriMo novel last year, the one about the girl who was named Romeo and all the characters were named after Shakespearean people and stuff?

I'm working on building up that world, and because of that, I decided I needed a map of Mercanova, the country where it's set. And, following in the whole everything-except-the-country-and-the-novel's-title-is-derived-from-Shakespeare vein, I decided to name all the cities, rivers, seas, forests, towns, and mountain ranges after Shakespearean locations (which are also real locations, technically, but whatever).

So, for example, the capital city is Verona, the main setting of "Romeo and Juliet" (since my MC is Romeo, I felt obliged). Puck goes to Mantua as part of his back-story, when he is unofficially banished from his faerie tribe (as Romeo Montague was). There's Wizard Island, where banished wizards are sent (Prospero and kind of Belarius), which is in the middle of a sea that I forget the name of that forms the Eastern border. Romeo, Demetrius, and Puck meet Belarius/ Morgan in the Forest of Arden, from "As You Like It." The castle name is Elsinore (and the King and Queen are Hamlet and Ophelia). The Roma Mountains form the Western border (derived from Rome, where a good third of Shakespearean shows are set); the Athenian Forest ("Midsummer") is to the south. There are a scattering of other cities and towns as well, but I don't remember the names of all of them. Several of the rivers have names as well, but I don't feel like pulling out my notebook and recalling what they are. I'll figure that out later.

Unfortunately, Shakespeare did not have a location that might have been labeled "here be dragons," so I just wrote "here be dragons" until I can figure out something more apt.

So that's what's happening right now.

Huzzah!

Also, remember my NaNoWriMo novel two years ago? The one based off of a video game and had a knight and stuff?

I just picked that up to start writing it again.

Huzzah!

Right. I must be off. I have stuff to attend to. Like writing.

And world-building.

And homework.

And knitting a prom dress.

Posting! Again!

Well, this is kind of boring.  I only had two classes today, and I have already done most of my homework.

I cannot do all of it, because the government textbook apparently vanished from the library before Spring Break, and it has not shown up yet.  And I do not really feel like reading "The Crucible."

I cannot leave, because I am helping with a film shoot during the last block of the day (which I have free and during which our directors have film).

But I HAVE done my calculus homework, which is awesome, because I actually remembered what I was supposed to be doing for it.  YAY!

And I did read ONE act of "The Crucible."  I just do not feel like reading the last act, even though it is really short.

Also, I forgot my knitting today, which is kind of disappointing, because I would be more willing to read for homework if I was knitting and reading at the same time, because I am weird like that.  Also, because that is how I am going to try to avoid being a broke college student in the fall - by selling hand-knit stuff.

I just have to build up a stock of bags and stuff, since summer is nigh and nobody wants to buy a hat in the middle of the summer.  Unless they are moving to Scandinavia or going on a scientific mission to Antarctica or climbing Mount Everest (in which case they will probably buy fifty-dollar synthetic-fleece hats because they are less likely to absorb water and get really annoying than a knit hat would).

Anyhow, if you know me, and you want to buy something, I can custom-knit hats, scarves, bags, and gloves; I am working on developing patterns for vests and prom dresses.  Soooooo let me know.  Yeah.  I do NOT shy away from the ridiculous types of patterns, like those hats with ears on them and stuff.  If you give me an image of something and ask that it be knit onto a hat or something, I will probably be able to figure out an intarsia for it.

Yes, I am that weird.

Anyhow, I should be going.  "The Crucible," even though I had to read it last year for English as well, awaits me.  Even though I don't really feel like reading it.

Farewell.

knitting, wool, and legality

Well, it's my birthday. HUZZAH! Since I'm now a legal adult, I can legally do whatever I bloody well want. HUZZAH!

Well, except drinking. But I haven't done that yet anyway, so whatever.

And rent cars. But that doesn't really matter, since I don't exactly have a full license yet.

And a lot more stuff that I probably have not heard.


But I can join the army (which, I must admit, isn't very appealing), smoke (which isn't appealing either, since the Creed of Singers, Actors, Semi-Athletes, and People Who Don't Want To Die of Lung Cancer forbids it), and vote (which is probably the only thing I'm now legally allowed to do that I'll probably wind up doing).

So far, for my birthday I have gotten a book (which is really good), and some writing, and a bracelet, and "Downton Abbey" (WOOHOO!), and a Super Mario poster, and the foreshadowing of a head cold. I may also be getting Indiana Jones; I'm not entirely sure. And by "Indiana Jones," I mean the original trilogy, which I've been meaning to watch for the last year and a half, but have been prevented by the lack of availability on Netflix and Amazon Instant whenever I had the time to watch any of them.

During Senior Project,s I'm probably going to wind up watching and/ or reading of the stuff that my stuff is derived from, meaning that I'll be reading Lord of the Rings (and maybe watching the movies) when I knit the Legolas tunic, and watching Star Wars when I knit the Jedi tunic, and knitting and watching Indiana Jones and knitting and watching Pirates of the Caribbean. Yeah. For that, I am excited.

Speaking of Senior Projects, I finally got about half of the wool I'm going to need for it. Two of my models (Indiana Jones and Lord of the Rings) will probably want to shoot me, because their things are going to be entirely wool (it's NICE wool, though, and the Indiana Jones one is hand-dyed), but whatever. I'll deal with that when I come to it.

And also talk to them at lunch today.

I still have a trip to take to Micheal's for the synthetic fibers for some of the smaller stuff (and for the bigger stuff for Pirates of the Caribbean and Star Wars), and then I will be fully prepared to take on the challenge that is my senior project. Huzzah!

Well, I have to go now.

I will be posting writing... sometime. But for now, I have to go to class and sing. And stuff.

acting and stuff

Guess what I did today?

Cried on camera.

Without expecting it.

And without doing horribly.

In an improvised thing for a class, because I had to.


See, my drama class is shooting a film noir movie, and to help us build up to the actual shooting (developing character and stuff), our teacher is having us do this thing where we go into her office (either alone or with someone our character would normally talk to) and she would film us talking (either to her, if we were alone like I was, or with the other person). My character had some issues with the person who died (we were sisters), and so when I was talking about said issues, I just started crying. Because that's what my character decided she would do.

So I did.

And my teacher wasn't mad; she was actually really happy that I had finally gotten to the point where I could cry and make it look and feel normal, because I was just feeling it. After all, most people don't intend to cry, but they do. I wasn't intending or expecting to cry when I went in and started the thing. But I did. Go figure.

Apparently, not a lot of people in the class would let themselves get to the point where they would cry, on camera or off, in character or not.

But yeah. I did it.

I think it was easier because I was alone (instead of with someone else) and could actually talk about the issues that I wasn't allowed to talk about with anyone else, because that's the way the movie works (everyone has their own experiences, and there was a confidential bit in the info email that we got telling us what our specific, forbidden-from-informing-anyone-else-about experiences were).

In all, it was actually really fun.

Really.

Crying on camera - or crying at all, for that matter - is not usually fun for me, but afterwards, I just felt kind of liberated. I think it was, again, because there was nobody else around and I (or my character, whatever) was able to get the stuff off my chest (or my character's chest) that I was not allowed to talk about normally (or would not let myself talk about normally). My character doesn't really have any friends, you see. She's kind of a loner. Well, she has a few friends, but none of them are in the movie.

Nashville and Stuff!

We got back from Nashville yesterday at around 5:00 in the morning. My mom and I promptly went home and slept. I was asleep for five hours and had a very strange dream that I could fly and do a lot of weird stuff. It was weird.

Anyway, the epic thing that happened on the trip was I met someone who is (going to be) famous. She's not famous yet (I don't think so, anyway), but she's GOING TO BE, because she's AWESOME. Her name is Mallary Hope, and she is a REALLY good country singer. We saw her perform at the Grand Ole Opry, and I really liked this one song she did called "Black Widow Spider". You should look it up when the album comes out.

But the REAL epic thing that happened was that we saw her come down a side aisle a while after she went on, and I would've gotten a photo with her if my camera had decided to actually take the photo (but it didn't want to take the photo, so the photo doesn't exist). Then most of the rest of our people noticed her, and... yeah.

Anyway, aside from singing renegade at the Grand Ole Opry, and seeing the Grand Ole Opry, and going to Dollywood (which was okay, I guess; it would have been better if it had not been raining all day and my shoes had not been soaking wet by the end of it), and doing some workshops with college professors at Vanderbilt, and seeing the "Parthenon" (or the replica of it, anyway) and touring the Country Music Hall of Fame, and touring Studio B (the Studio of a Thousand Hits, which has, indeed, had a thousand songs go to the Top Ten or Number One, I do not remember which, and has recorded over forty-five thousand songs total), and seeing the Ryman Auditorium, and doing some other cool stuff (not necessarily in that order), we did not really do much.

Except for get bored sometimes and sleep.

Yes, I DID just summarize basically everything that happened on the entire trip in a single (albeit long) paragraph, in case you were wondering about that.

I will go into detail about the trip at another time.  I cannot do it right now because I have to go to class in ten minutes and I do not want to be late because I have to turn something in.


Oh, yeah.  Another random thing that happened that is worthy of being noted: we had a lot of bus trouble on this trip.

Well, not 'we,' the senior bus, but 'we,' the music department.

What do I mean by this?

Well, we, the seniors, had to share with some freshmen and eighth graders on the way to Dollywood and on the way to dinner the day before, because first the battery on the freshman/ eighth grade bus died, and then its wheel popped the next day on the way to Dollywood.  And then that same day, the junior bus wound up in a hole.  No, I do NOT know how that happened, and I am not sure that I want to find out about it.

Also, the senior bus was the best, because there were not many people on it, so you could get a set of two seats to yourself.  It was rather awesome.

And I actually SLEPT on the bus!  I did not sleep WELL, nor did I sleep very MUCH, but I got some SLEEP, and it was AWESOME.  I am pretty sure that has never happened before.  True, on the way back I did not sleep as well as I did on the way down, because there were movies playing LOUDLY and prevented sleep from being possible.

Anyhow, I have to go now.

Farewell.

Music Trip!

Well, tonight, about a third of the school is going on a bus to depart for Nashville, where we will make music, sleep on a bus, and (probably) hear more country music than any of us wants to hear ever again.

I'm kind of excited, to be honest. I mean, there was this annoying thing about the rooming this year (I signed up with one friend, but since nobody else signed up in our room, we got split up. I don't mind; my new roommates are reasonably cool, as are my friend's roommates, so it could be a lot worse). I know some of my friends aren't very excited, but I am. See, epic stuff seems to happen on the music trips, simply because it is the music trip.


A recap:

Year One (Atlanta): I found out I passed my black belt test. And the Aquarium was REALLY cool. And we went to the Coca-Cola factory, where I had to give up my Lenten Sacrifice (no soda) in order to participate in the international tasting room. It was worth it.

Year Two (Philadelphia): We went on a Ghost Tour of Philadelphia, which was REALLY cool. I also ate too much of food that had expired and threw up for the first time in a few years. But I got a really good book called Stupid History.

Year Three (Disney World): It was Disney. Need I say more? Also, we sang Vivaldi's "Gloria" (sans the solo bits), which is epic just on its own (if you have never heard it, look it up, even though it's like half an hour long).


I predict that the most epic thing that can happen is that we meet Dolly Parton at Dollywood (she's scheduled to be there the day we are). However, since I'm not a huge country music fan (I'm middling; I don't hate it all, but it's not all I listen to), I may not be able to appreciate it as much as some other people I know. But who knows? Something epic and totally unrelated to Dolly Parton could happen. (I don't know what that might be, since it hasn't happened yet, but whatever).

It's going to be AWESOME. And if it's not, I'm going to be very disappointed, because it's my last year on the music trip. I DEMAND AWESOME!


As a side note, on the topic of Awesome:

I had to do a group poem project thing with a few friends on Monday. Our poem was one by Tolkien: "All that glitters is not gold." When I was doing a bit of research for a biographical perspective, I found out that Tolkien was inspired to write the Misty Mountains when he went trekking, starting in... wait for it... INTERLAKEN, SWITZERLAND.
That was about an hour away from where we were staying in Adelboden. We visited one day.

So, my wondering why Lord of the Rings was not filmed in Switzerland?
Totally justified.
Just saying.