Zomg Watchmens

Over the break, Burt lent me his copy of watchmen (the book-i mean, graphic novel) and I read it straight through in one day. It took me like 4 or 5 hours only. *smug*
Now this may have had to do with the fact that I was in a car, driving for 7 hours but still.. For me to have that kind of attention span, you know it has to be good. And it was soo good. I loved the part where Dr. Manhattan's on Mars. I love the part where Walter is talking aobut how he became Rorscach. I love the part where Rorschach's psychologist becomes like depressed, because of Rorschach. I love the parts where it's the real-life story, intertwined with that one comic book the kid's reading. (Tales of the Black Freighter? *goes and checks* It doesn't say, but I think that's right...)
Anyway, now I really, really want to see the movie. But my parents will be all "Noo it's rated R!" And from what I've read/heard it sounds like it did earn it's R-rating so there's no hope of me seeing it, at least until it comes out on dvd and I can maybe watch it at a friend's house.

owce cweam sandawich

I always eat things oddly. Like, just now I was eating an ice cream sandwich and I have to like peel off the chocolate sandwich part and eat the ice cream seperate. I do that with reeses peanut butter cups too. And my mom gets so mad at me. I have no idea why. It's not like I'm 5 and she'll need to clean up whatever mess I make, I'll do it. And I'm usually eating in the kitchen, so the floor is like fake plastic tile that I can easily wipe off, not carpet. And it's not like she should be upset because I'm not eating politely, I CAN eat politely, it's just no fun.

Wow this was the most dispassionate (vocab!), stupidest rant I have ever made. And I subjected you to it. You're welcome.

Summer

I can't wait until it's finally summer! Our summer vacation needs to be a lot longer. I'm going to be out of town for all of it, except just 4 weeks! And there's nothing that I want to like give up to have more time at home. The thing I'm most excited about is probably going to Mt. Cross. It's this camp (yes, a church camp) in the Santa Cruz mountains. I go every year, but this year I'm going for three weeks, not just one. I'm going to be a junior counselor and work with the kids and all that funness. I'll be there for almost the entire time they do the summer camp, so I'm kinda wary about that, because at Mt. Cross is where I met my ex-boyfriend. But I'll only be working with kids in elementary school, so I shouldn't have to really interact with him, even if he comes. Plus it's been over a year, so it shouldn't be too awkward to like see him occasionally, say hi, make small talk. And I think I'm way over-thinking this. I'm gonna go now.

braces and nose hair

I can't think of a thing to write about. Well, I can think of things to write about, but those belong on an IM to my best friend, not here, not in the open like this. Hmm... I think I'll write about my ortho appointment.
I'm all excited because my orthodontist said I could probably get my braces off in 3 or 4 months, at the most! *and there was much rejoicing*
This, of course, was followed by a finger-wag and a "If you wear your rubber bands like you're supposed to. And keep up with that brushing."
I'm not sure why he keeps talking about my brushing. I have no trouble brushing. I just hate flossing. So I don't do it. And then he gets upset. Well, more, he seems like disappointed. But it's hard to take seriously a man whose nose hair I see more than his actual face. It's just so.. there. It like commands my attention.

Endings

I'm developing a love for the endings of books. Especially ones that convey more than they actually have written. For instance:
"He loved Big Brother."
"It was the best bed he had slept in for years" (or something along those lines. I loved TMDG, solely for the end.)
I also really like sort of twisted endings. Ones that aren't expected and make me think. I like to just bask in the perfectness of the ending for several minutes, if it's good. And the best-written endings are the sad ones, I'm finding.

I knew this day was coming

Yesterday, my parents dropped it on me. "We expect straight A's from now on. There's no reason you shouldn't get them, except that you're lazy." (which is a perfectly legitimate reason in my book) They must be so disappointed, their perfect parenting plans didn't work. "We don't believe in grounding" turned into "No phone, no computer except for homework, no going out of the house" but they still refuse to say I'm grounded. "We don't care what grades you get, we just want you to do your best" turned into "You need to get straight A's." I knew this wouldn't last. I just hope they don't expect it next year. They made me take AP Lang. Writing is NOT a strong point for me. I'm not going to get an A. I know it already. Maybe I'm being complacent. Maybe I should worry more about getting into college. But I don't think that I will have to worry, maybe I will. Maybe when I'm out of Gunderson, where most kids don't care, when there's more competition I'll regret it. Maybe.

Obsession

When I like a song, I tend to sing it in my head incessantly. This usually isn't too annoying, because after all, I do like the song. But I get frustrated when I don't know the words. So I pick out a phrase or two and type them into Google and add the word "lyrics" to find them. Then I usually go on youtube and look for a video with lyrics (always have to be on the side. because when they'r on the video and timed wrong it annoys me to no end). And then I listen to it over and over and over for like 40 minutes straight. And then I am content that I know the song. And I become almost obsessed. I notice every phrase that is in that song that's used elsewhere. I hum or sing sing it to myself constantly. And this usually lasts a week or two. In case anyone cares, my song right now is Put The Phone Down by Pilot Speed. (who I'd never even heard of before today, although I'd heard the song. Radio is a wonderful invention.) I felt like blogging about it pretty must just because I can and need to blog.