School Blog??

Today, my dearest blog readers, I come to you from a free period at school. I have finished what homework absolutely needs to be completed, and I decided that this would be a nice change from my usual “oh crap, it is late at night and I still need to blog stress stress stress” posts. Not that I really get stressed about it... I would just rather sleep.

Recently I’ve been waging an internal battle with myself over a rather pressing issue-- should I go to prom or not? Do not answer that.

If you saw earlier today, I tweeted saying that instead of going to prom I was going to go bowling, watch Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part 1 at my friend’s house, and spend the night there. That had been the plan, but a few of my friends were rather upset that I had decided not to go. And because of them I changed my mind (again) and bought my ticket. *le sigh*

I am not opposed to prom in and of itself. I love the idea of spending a night dancing with my classmates. But it is made so FREAKING stressful by the cost, the location, the parking, the dress, the contract, GAH.

To alleviate the stress of the situation I am going to avoid as much of the typical prom goings-on as possible. Here is a list of what I AM and AM NOT going to do:

1. I AM NOT going to buy a dress. I already have dresses from various other dances that I can reuse. Honestly, the only stress I want from a dress is having to choose among my homecoming dress (sophomore year), my piano recital dress (junior year), and my graduation dress (lol 8th grade).*

2. I AM NOT getting my hair, nails, or what-have-you done. I’m going to shower and let my hair do what it pleases (which it would do, regardless). And I can guarantee you I will not be tanning weeks in advance. I do rather like being cancer-free and having my natural skin-tone.

3. I AM NOT driving, renting a limo, or tagging along on one of the party buses. The parking at the downtown venue is going to be hell, because there are about 7 other events going on at the same time. No, instead my friends and I decided that we are taking the city bus. Yes, we are riding the CITY BUS to prom. *does the classy dance*

4. I AM going by myself. No date. Who would I take? Even if I found someone last minute who I could take, I would SO much rather dance with my friends than hang out with someone I barely know. This is MY prom and my friend’s prom, I’m going to party with THEM.

5. I AM going to an afterparty. Not an afterparty with alcohol, drugs, or loud music and whatever else they do. We decided to continue with our plan to watch Deathly Hallows afterward. And the sleepover is still a go.

That is my list, dear readers. I began this blog thinking that I would list for you the reasons I didn’t want to go to prom in the first place, but I think this is more hopeful, uplifting, and overall positive. Have a lovely day, party hard, and find time to sleep. *is full of wisdom*


With listfullness,
Maggie


*Yes, it still fits me. In fact, I’d say it fits better now. I sure as hell look better in it than I did as an awkward 8th grader. *modest*

Dame Fuzz Bucket

I have a cat on my lap. She is fuzzy and purry.

I find that I am tired and in need of sleep yet again, but here is my blog, needing to be written. And again, I do not know what to say.

Remember how during BEDA last year I never said that? "I don't know what to say." I always had something to say.

For the month leading up to August, I kept a file on my phone where I would [metaphorically] scribble ideas for blogs, in the (what I thought was inevitable) case that I ran out of things to say. But I never did! I always had something to talk about. I became rather good at turning mundane experiences into interesting pieces of writing. It certainly made me understand a lot more about Maureen Johnson, that is for sure.

I don't know what is up. A lot has happened since BEDA 2010 ended, and I want to find that odd stability that came from blogging every day. I think it helped me collect my thoughts and kept me from going-- well. Never mind. I was already mad. But you get my point, right dear blog readers?

I think I shall leave it at that. I'm going to go cuddle with my cat and try to sleep.


With a fuzzbucket,
Maggie


PS Ruth, you can TOTALLY be High Secretary of Marshmallows (and their affairs). I've been looking for someone to fill that post. To apply, you just have to play chubby bunny.

Not much of a blog, but okay

Does anyone happen to have a Twinkie costume? Or perhaps a cockroach costume? Both would be quite helpful right about now.

IN OTHER NEWS! The performance for senior productions begin this week, and I am getting so very very excited. I am ridiculously pleased with how ours has come along. I plan on filming it and posting for your viewing pleasure.

To be quite honest, I have no idea what to say. Which is STRANGE, because I did not have this problem during August, or even afterward. But it's probably because my life is consumed with homework (which I have little motivation to do), this play, work, and all manner of things that change from week to week.

This is going to be a cop-out blog, I'M SORRY! I'm going to go celebrate Paige's birthday with some apples to apples and skype.

With little to update,
Maggie

PS. I'm glad you support my efforts to rule the world. I promise you will receive compensation in some form. Perhaps a select position on my council. Or cookies.

Why I Should Be Ruler of the World

(For my writing class I am to write an I Believe essay, modeled after NPR's program. This is my rough draft, but I thought you, my dear blog readers, would be amused by it.)

The world is full of things that just generally suck: Hummers, mosquitos, the flu, really terrible laws, commercials, et cetera. As a child, I used to contemplate these things that I found so irksome and useless, then come up with ways to eradicate them. For example, as a 7 year old, I had the revelation that to get rid of all cigarettes, one could simply bomb all factories that produced them (provided that all personnel was vacated and that no surrounding damage was done).

Unfortunately for me, none of my brilliant ideas were ever adopted. My status as a child was what first hindered me, but I waited patiently to grow up-- I assumed I would have more say in what goes on in the world once I could vote.

Now, as a registered voter, I see that I still have little to no say in what goes on anywhere. This is what began my plan to take over the world. Here is my resume, and I hope you will see that I am qualified:

To start off, I am a rational human being capable of thinking carefully over any and all situations. As long as I have a team of trusty advisors (whom I have already appointed, based on their own qualifications), I anticipate that I will be able to choose the best course of action in any given situation.

Additionally, I will not agree with everyone, nor will everyone agree with my policies. I am aware that all humans have different opinions-- however, I would like to assert that mine are the best, and therefore I am more qualified than others to actually make decisions.

As a leader, I would not turn into a tyrant such as Fidel Castro, Joseph Stalin, and most certainly NOT Adolf Hitler. I can guarantee this for many reasons, but most importantly because I am a woman. Women do not make good evil overlords, because they tend to have more compassion for others. Personally I would not make a good evil leader because I am rather motherly by nature.

With these qualifications and others, I think I could very successfully rule the world. No longer would there be gas-guzzling hummers, all mosquitos would be kept in quarantine away from human life, repressive laws would be eradicated, commercials would exist on only their own channels for the viewing pleasure of those who really want to watch them. And all cigarette factories would be converted into community gardens (not bombed). These are things that I believe in, and I believe I would make an excellently benign dictator.

With dictatorliness,

Maggie