Dear parents,

I would really appreciate it if you would stop fucking yelling at me about getting a job. First of all, I already have a job. No, I do not work fifty hours a week and walk uphill to my job both ways like you used to do when you were my age, but I just fucking graduated high school and I'd like a goddamn break. Senior year was incredibly stressful, and I'd like to think I'm entitled to actually have fun now that it's over.

So, please fucking back off about me getting a job. The only reason you want me to get one is for spending money at college, so it's my issue to deal with and not yours.

Thanks for nothing,

- anolinde

Let's just ignore the fact that this is technically a day late...


11:00 // Good Morning, Tweety Bird

( The rest of my day... )

In other news, today/yesterday was a pretty good day. =) Woke up at 11:00, read a book, rearranged/cleaned my room, chilled with my boyfriend, did some writing, backed up my music on iTunes, had a delicious stir-fry for dinner, watched the new ABC Family gymnastics series "Make It Or Break It," ate a yummy cupcake, watched the Demi Lovato/Selena Gomez movie Princess Protection Program, and did some more writing. I ♥ summer.

Aim of the Game: For one week, you are to post photographs taken during the day.

Rules:
1. You must take between 6 and 8 new photographs per day.
2. Your WITL must be consecutive. No skipping days.
3. You must post your photographs at the end of that day, sometime after the last picture is taken.
4. Each photograph must have the time taken beneath and a title, with no other explanation.

You must post these rules at your first entry, then link back to it for the other six days so that people will know wtf you're doing.

Your post must say "A Week in the Life of [your name/username], Volume [whatever day you're on]."

Hugo Weaving, Ian McKellan, and Andy Serkis confirmed for The Hobbit!

Words cannot describe how excited I am for this movie. As long as Peter Jackson's somewhere behind the camera, it will be epic.

Oh, and by the way?

Guillermo also spoke briefly about some other elements of The Hobbit, like about bringing in more subplots. "There is a whole other chapter, so to speak, which is the comings and going of Gandalf which are dealt with — people that know the lore know that Gandalf was delayed with a crisis… with a character that is very shady called the Necromancer that proves to be Sauron."

FUCK YES. Bring the Unfinished Tales on, bitches! =D

So, today I had a dream that I was in the parking lot of my town's baseball complex with a bunch of people in my grade. I was wearing my prom dress, and at one point I walked through the parking lot and poked my head into the bedroom of some popular kid in my grade. (I have no idea who the kid was, nor why there was randomly a bedroom in a parking lot).

This one girl, Tanya (whom I've never spoken to in my life), suddenly decided that she hated me. She started trying to wrestle me; she kept grabbing my wrists and wouldn't let me go, even though I was politely asking her to do so. Finally she let go, but then she followed me back to my car. I had a bunch of leis on my car because we were going to do a Hawaiian theme for our last day of school, and one of Tanya's friends was all like, "Oh, by the way, we changed our order on the leis so that you're not getting any." idk, it was weird.

A guy friend of mine joined me after that and told me we were going to see Rascal Flatts. I was happy about this and got into the car, but when he started driving away I realized I had left my red gym bag in the parking space. When I told him this, he decided to loop around and go to the other side of the baseball complex. We got out there and started walking. I slipped and fell into this ditch thing on the side of the path, prompting an official to come over and start a rescue. I told them I didn't need to be rescued, because the ditch was only a couple of feet deep, and I pulled myself out of it.

All of a sudden, a sea monster appeared in the distance! It was going to attack everyone at the baseball complex, so we all ran into the underground "safety room" of the complex. (Don't ask me how one got there...) We waited there for awhile, and when the coast was clear we came out. Then we saw a tidal wave headed in our direction. My guy friend turned into Viggo Mortensen's character from The Road, who told me there was a tall playground nearby that we could climb to avoid getting drowned.

We began climbing the playground, and Viggo's movie wife came with us. All the while, I was trying to figure out whether we were living out The Road or another Viggo movie whose title I couldn't remember, but had a happier ending. (I still have no idea which movie that was... I don't even think it exists). We climbed to the top of the structure and missed the tidal wave, which was good.

When the water receded, we climbed down and randomly saw a cat being eaten by some monster. =( Then we went back to the baseball complex, where my red gym bag had somehow managed to stay, and retrieved the gym bag. I was still trying to figure out if we were in The Road, but I reasoned with myself that the events in The Road didn't start with a tidal wave.

Then I woke up.

So, yesterday the mail came in, and I officially got rejected at: Tufts, Brown, Princeton, Yale, and Harvard. FAIL.

It kind of sucks, because I was definitely qualified to get into all of those schools--but thousands of other people were just as qualified, if not more, and I guess this year what I had to offer wasn't what the schools were looking for. On the plus side (or the negative side, depending on how you want to look at it, but it certainly cuts down on visiting time), now my choices are narrowed to: Boston College, College of William and Mary, and the University of Notre Dame. I got waitlisted at Georgetown, but it's a slim-to-none chance that I'll get in.

I'm bummed that I didn't get into any of the Ivies, not to mention Amherst (which I really liked), but if worse comes to worse and I'm unhappy at the place I go to, I can always try to transfer. In the meantime, I'm thinking about lightening my senior courseload--namely to the tune of dropping AP Physics for Memoirs, a really interesting writing class that I've been wanting to take all year but haven't been able to.

So, that's that. College season is done! Now to enjoy the last of my senior year. =D

More news on the college front: rejected at Williams and Amherst (I kind of wanted to go to Amherst, lame...), waitlisted at Georgetown (AGAIN), and accepted at the College of William and Mary! =D Waiting to hear from the big ones over the next couple of days. *crosses fingers*

Anyway, so, I had a really weird dream last night. I'm pretty sure there was stuff before what I remember, but here's what I can dredge up: I was playing a video game that involved Pocahontas strolling along a path with Flit and Meeko. All of a sudden, John Smith came running up to attack Pocahontas. As if it were a movie, my eye became a camera panning down the path from John Smith to Flit to Meeko to Pocahontas. Pocahontas turned around, ran towards John Smith (picking up Flit in the process so he wouldn't get squished) and proceeded to beat the crap out of him.

I then realized that I had been using the controller the entire time, so I decided to see if I could do it again. The game started over and the same scene happened, but now that I was actually paying attention to the controller I couldn't figure out how to use it. John Smith was almost attacking us when all of a sudden I was walking around an apartment building with some young, inner-city kids.

There was an epidemic of fatal pimples, and my friend caught one and died. We buried him under the pavement of the walkway to our school, and all of us decided to write something about him in chalk on the pavement. I started writing about how I was sorry I had taken his physics tutoring for granted, but then I started crying and couldn't finish.

It was really weird...

I'm not going to lie - I wouldn't have voted for Barack Obama, but there's definitely something good about having a Democrat in office. Thank you so much, Obama. ♥

In other news, this news story is the most disgusting thing ever. Short version: guy walks into a daycare and starts stabbing children. Despicable.

So, it's finally 2009! Couldn't come soon enough, in my opinion. 2008 was a sucky year for many reasons I don't want to dwell on, but here's one good thing that happened:

I got into college!

I sent out Early Action applications (the non-binding kind) to Boston College, Georgetown University, and the University of Notre Dame. Out of these, I got into BC and Notre Dame. I didn't get rejected at Georgetown, though - just deferred, which is definitely better than nothing. =)

I haven't decided where I want to go yet. I'm still waiting to hear from nine other schools in April (including Georgetown), so once I get the letters from them I'll figure out what I'm going to do. Getting into BC and Notre Dame is a huge relief, though - they're both good schools, and I loved BC when I went to visit. I'm really hoping that I'll get into at least some of the other colleges I applied to, because there are some Ivy Leagues scattered in there, but if I don't I always have a place to go. =D

I don't really have an official New Year's resolution, per say, but I'd like to drop ten pounds - I'm up to 130, and my legs could definitely use some slimming down. My dream weight is 110, but I'll be thrilled if I can go back down to 120. I'm going to try to go to the gym more often (which has the additional bonus of enabling me to watch hot guys work out) and eat healthier, the latter of which I desperately need to do. Other than that, I'd also really like to enjoy this year. =)

I hope everyone has been having a great holiday season!

Cake Request for Adolf Hitler Denied.

Someone actually named their child Adolf Hitler. But, sadly enough, that isn't the worst of it...

The Campbells' other two children also have unusual names: JoyceLynn Aryan Nation Campbell turns 2 in a few months and Honszlynn Hinler Jeannie Campbell will be 1 in April.

Aryan Nation Campbell?!

Meme from thefridayfive.

What made you happy this week?
Getting little to no homework on a couple of days of school.

What made you sad?
Talking to my ex-boyfriend about why he broke up with me, and finding out that he didn't want to make the effort to balance hanging out with both me and his friends.

What made you angry?
Talking to my ex-boyfriend about why he broke up with me, and finding out that he didn't want to make the effort to balance hanging out with both me and his friends.

What are you looking forward to in the next week?
Only two and a half days of school!

What are you not looking forward to?
Thinking about my ex.

Btw, I saw Twilight... basically just reaffirmed that the book SUCKED, but Robert Pattinson was awesome and Jacob was hot. I feel really bad for RPattz, though. =/ I think he's going to need therapy after the hype dies down and the fangirls start to go away.

Barack Obama to require 400 hours of community service for every college student.

Don't get me wrong. Community service is great and all, if you like it. But forcing people to do community service just smacks of slavery, mmkay? Nice job, Obama. I'm really going to look forward to 400 hours of community service in college. You know, spending 400 hours of my time doing something that doesn't interest me, time that I could be using to, oh, I don't know, do my schoolwork so that I don't fail all my classes. Or, like, have a life.

Btw... I am fully aware that, like, 90% of LiveJournal is liberal and will therefore hate me for raining on the Obama parade. Whatever, I really don't care. =)

So, for some reason we were talking about gymnastics in math the other day, and here's what happened...

Math teacher: I was amazed, I was talking to the class before you and none of them knew who Nadia is!
Class: *silence*
Someone: ...Don't you mean Nastia?
Me, another gymnast, and the teacher: You're joking, right?
Teddy (actual name): Forget about Nastia, Alicia Sacramone is hot.
Matt: Dude, she cost us the gold. She fell off twice!
Teddy: *wink* Which means she's vulnerable.

It was pretty ridiculous, not going to lie.

I just found out that one of my LOTR stories is featured in a group on Fanfiction.Net - "The Worst of the Worst LOTR Fanfiction."

I'm not too sure how I feel about this.

elven_minority, shut up. =P

1. Leave a comment saying you would like to be interviewed.
2. I will then respond with 5 questions that could be personal, but not extremely so.
3. Then update your LJ with the questions I've asked.
4. Put these same rules (or something that resemble these rules) with your questions.
5. When people ask you to interview them, you will ask them 5 questions.

( My questions! )

So, now that I'm done, ask away!

111 songs (that's right, eleventy-one) for your listening pleasure, with YouTube videos included! Format shamelessly stolen from tunaeverynight.

30 Seconds To Mars Alright, I'm guilty. I only started listening to this band because of Jared Leto. But you know what? Their music is pretty good, and they make kickass videos. So I run, hide and tear myself up Start again with a brand new name Capricorn (Brand New Name) Attack The Kill

( More behind the cut! )

According to the Bush administration, a doctor can now refuse to give a woman an abortion... and it's perfectly legal.

Everyone, please take the time to at least visit the NARAL Pro-Choice site (naama_darling linked to it in their post) and fill out the protesting form. I really hope this doesn't go through.

Words can't even describe my disgust. This is what I wrote:

As a teenager, sex is an important issue to me. I'm not a prude - at some point I want to have it, but I know I have to be careful. A family friend once said to me, "When you think sex, think birth control. Sex. Birth control. Sex. Birth control."

But what happens when birth control doesn't work? The Pill is 99.9% effective - what about that one in one thousand chance that something goes wrong? The condom and the Pill together seem infallible, but sometimes mistakes happen. Sometimes, an unwanted pregnancy can occur.

If it does, I want to know that I have options - and those options need to include abortion. The right to terminate a pregnancy is mine, and it horrifies me to think that my ability to do so could be restricted by the beliefs of someone else. Someone like a doctor or a nurse who will never, ever be affected by what happens to the parasite in my fetus.

Abortion isn't the only answer, but it has to be a choice. I'm terrified of the possibility that one day I could accidentally become pregnant and then not be legally allowed to end the pregnancy. What will I do then? If a doctor refuses to perform the procedure on me and there is no other clinic in my area, how will I find another?

The right to choose what I do with my body is mine and mine alone. It should not depend on the whims of a doctor, nurse, or other staff member at the clinic I turn to for support. As a teenager seriously concerned about her future, I am begging you to oppose this rule. It is demeaning, harmful, and seriously violates my right to choose. Please don't let this rule go any further.

I'm so furious right now it's not even funny.

NASTIA LIUKIN IS THE ALL-AROUND OLYMPIC CHAMPION!

Shawn Johnson placed in second - GO USA!

We showed those twelve-year-olds. =P