I have an idea...

... let's be as weird as we possibly can.

Last year my friends and I begun a tradition. These are the steps for this tradition:

Step 1: I am an excellent procrastinator. I'm actually procrastinating right now (I have a Government article to analyze). The first step is very simply for me to not be doing my homework.

Step 2: Within regular intervals, I will use the time I am wasting to write a Note on Facebook. This note is to be formatted like a questionnaire. I will find random questions on Google, and answer them.

Step 3: I tag my friends. My friends read it and comment and make me generally happy (because I like reading comments).

Step 4: They copy and paste into their own Note, write their own quirky answers, and tag me and other friends.

This is our tradition. I started to title mine with Chapter numbers after a conversation with Alysa.*

One thing that it is imperative to know is that we DO NOT take them seriously. In fact, my most recent note, Chapter 21,** is the weirdest piece of fiction I have ever written in my life. I'm pretty sure none of it is true.

I bring this up because I think it is interesting to see how I have grown in the past two years (which is roughly how long this has been going on). Also, because I am vain and like rereading things that I write, which is what I was doing that inspired this here lovely blog post.

Thank you all for the birthday wishes! I had an okay birthday. It was very much like any day at school. The REAL party is on Friday, when Anna and I are having a joint celebration at the T-Rex cafe. Yes, it is a dinosaur themed cafe. No I have never been there. YES I am so totally unbelievable excited.


With much adultliness,
Maggie


PS! I've told you that seniors get to dress down on Fridays, right? And that we have themes? Well the theme this Friday is animals, and I don't know what to do! Halp!


Reader Palooza!

Alysa: Funny story about Dave Coulier (aka: Uncle Joey). Apparently he went to college with the father of a girl in my advisory, and they sometimes go to dinner. CORRELATIONS. *does the correlation dance* There is a dance for everything.

Hannah: Lanyards are fun. I have some from camps that I went to, and from Wrockstock! And I'm starting to think that most colleges have Potter groups of some sort; I see them everywhere. Additionally, I want to reciprocate the wonderful praise you gave me in your blog. Every bit of it. (Except maybe the parts about sharing a birthday with Jason Derulo. I don't think I will reciprocate that.)


*We were talking about how one day these questionnaires will become our memoirs.

**If you haven't already added me on facebook, feel free to do so. Unless you are a creepy stranger who just stumbled upon my blog; I won't add you, you're creepy, stop reading my blog. But for the rest of you, I like to think that I have interesting mini-blogs on my facebook. And it is a good way to stalk me, if that so pleases you. (SERIOUSLY YOU STRANGER, GO AWAY)

Swine Flew...

... feral pigs flying planes.

Today I visited University of Arkansas.* On Sunday, my mom and I drove the four hours to Fayetteville and had dinner with my Uncle.** This morning we drove to The Event. Because we were there for an Event, along with 300 other people.***

At The Event we were given lanyards that said "I am not a student here," people talked at us, we clapped when it seemed appropriate, about 4 parents asked many questions, they gave us lots of handouts and brochures, and we were smirked at by big college students, who probably have only a faint memory of going through this same process. I metaphorically bite my thumb at them.

I didn't have a ball at this Event, to be honest (which I always am). For whatever reason I just couldn't picture myself actually going to school there, and am thusly crossing it off my ever-dwindling list. I think my dad is disappointed; U of A gives me a lower tuition rate because of some Things, and they have a lot of money to offer for scholarships. So if I were to go there, it probably wouldn't cost much. Which would make him happy.****

The highlight of my day was when my mom and I were walking to the buses so we could start homeward, and I saw this:

There were some other things, too: reminders for Quidditch practice accompanied by chalk broomsticks and snitches, and propaganda for Dumbledore's Army with a beautiful stick man wearing a blue wizard hat.

Completely unrelated to this, I discovered recently that I have the same birthday as Stephen King. Which is meaningless, but nevertheless fills me with a sense of pride. As if I have done something noteworthy. "Why are you smiling like that?" "Oh, just that Stephen King-- you know, the brilliant author--- and I have the same birthday." "My, that is impressive! Perhaps some of his brilliancy is in you!" -brushes imaginary lint from shoulder-

Weird.


With potential brilliancy,
Maggie


Reader Palooza!

Deanna: I like your irrelevant comment! It conjures up an image of some of my rather goofy teachers doing the same thing (since I don't know what your teacher looks like), which is hilarious, of course.

Hannah: I ALREADY RESPONDED. Good day.

Ruth: They probably print copies of the students who they didn't like and use them as dartboards in the teacher's lounge. Actually, that's weird, and I have no idea why that occured to me.


*I believe this will satisfy your curiosity, Hannah.

**Random Trivia: I share a birthday with this particular uncle. And The Wordsmith has the same birthday as my grandpa. These are things.

***Or perhaps it was 500. Or maybe one thousand. For all I know of numbers, it could have been two million. Whatever, I go to a small school.

****Although since I plan to study engineering, I basically need to go to a state school. And they will be comparitively cheaper than other schools. So he can't really complain that much.