You are cordially invited... BEDA #31

... to come to my end of BEDA slumber party!

Today is the last day of BEDA, and I am going to make it EPIC, by Jove!*

(I just realised that my computer screen was zoomed in, which was why I was staring owlishly at it. But you didn't know that before I said anything. -inches along stealthily-)

Welcome to my end of August SLUMBER PARTY! Let's play a game! Here are the rules. -passes out party blowers and glittery hats- There are no rules.** I get to make them up as I go, and I have no idea what direction this blog is going to take. -blindfolds each blog reader- Okay, now that you can't see (but can magically still read my blog, hmmmm) start dancing!

Okay, stop. I changed my mind about the dancing. I think it might be a hazard. -takes away blindfolds-

Erhm... NEXT! -dashes over to a unicorn piñata, waves wand- Okay, hit this with the closest thing to you. And in the comments, tell me what you hit it with. -waits-

Did you break it yet? OF COURSE NOT! I magicked it so that it couldn't break! -rolls on grass laughing hysterically- Oohhh, it's been a while since I've laughed that hard... ONTO THE NEXT ACTIVITY! -skips and twirls to nighttime-

It has magically become night. I WANT EVERYONE TO CHECK THEIR BACK LEFT POCKET! Use the flashlight that I sneakily stashed there to play FLASHLIGHT TAG! -runs around, flailing arms-

Floo powder power! Floo powder power! Floo powder power! -poof!-

This is my living room, which as been converted into a very large fort. -sits on floor in circle- -shines flashlight on face- Now we're going to tell ghost stories.

Once there was a little girl. She was a very happy girl. Then she found a dust bunny under her bed. But the bunny turned out to be a bloodsucking feral beast! The dust demon ate her teddy bear then flew out the window. Every night from then on she slept in fear, and with a slight twitch. The end.

Holy tuttle-monkey, that was terrifying. Let's play a happy game so that I'll be able to sleep tonight. -looks warily over shoulder- I like scattergories. -rolls die- The letter is K, and we're on list 32.75. Put your answers in the comments, as well! (Leave a second if you've already told me what you hit the piñata with.)

1. mythical creatures/monsters

2. songs with a person's name in the title

3. Things associated with the internet

4. bands with one word names

5. dog breeds

6. colors

7. Terrifying things

8. A vlogbrother inside joke

Tally up the points. Who won?***

Everybody get into your sleeping bag! What kind of sleeping bag to you have? Mine is Scooby Doo.**** -snuggles into sleeping bag- This is the part where we turn of the lights, but keep talking in whispers and giggles. -eventually falls asleep-

-everyone wakes up to the smell of blueberry pancakes and waffles- Who wants a cup of tea? Come on, let's have leftover cake while we're at it.

I think this was the perfect end to BEDA. Let's do it again sometime, shall we? -waves as everyone drives home-

With happiness,

Maggie

Something I learned today: I just came to the full realization how awesome all of you are and how much I'm going to miss reading your blogs and your comments on my blog. I will certainly keep reading and commenting, and I hope you all continue to blog. Much love!

*Who is Jove?

**Actually, there is ONE rule. I want you to write everything in the comments that you do. This is an INTERACTIVE blog!

***EVERYONE IS A WINNER!

****I don't actually have a Scooby Doo sleeping bag. That would be awesome, though. The point in me telling you is so that you can MAKE UP A SLEEPING BAG! Or use a real one that you have. Either is acceptable. No, either is TOALLY AWESOME! -does the sleepingbag dance- There is a dance for everything.

The penultimate blog... BEDA #30

... similar to the penultimate peril, but it's a blog.

Often when I am sitting in class, only semi-paying attention, I will have a brilliant idea for a blog. As I start to write it down I say to myself, "No, Maggie. You need to focus on class. Don't worry, you won't forget SUCH A GREAT IDEA!"

Yes, yes you will. This sort of thing happens to me all the time, yet I haven't learned to just write whatever I'm thinking of on a piece of paper.

I wore socks today. Well, I wear socks every day. It's part of our uniform code; Thou shalt wear close-toed shoes and socks of the color black or white. But my mom made my socks! Which makes them special, and better than everyone else's socks combined. Well, maybe not combined.*

Last Friday I had to leave my Government class ten minutes early, so I missed the announcement that our test on Tuesday (tomorrow) would be over all of Chapter 1, and that to prepare for the test, we need to READ Chapter 1. So, that is my homework. To read Chapter 1, take notes, study them, and be tested on them tomorrow morning. *half-hearted fist pump* Have I mentioned that I'm not a very driven person when it comes to studying?**

Well, enough about me, tell me about you. Seriously. I want each of you to write something in the comments. If you need to rant about something, rant. If you want to gush, gush. If you want to share a word you learned, share it. Here are some examples of comments that I want to see:

You stubbed your toe this morning, and then your cat attacked it because it thought it was a mouse.

You saw one of your teachers out jogging, and it was extremely awkward.

Someone wore their shirt inside out today, and the tag said "Wednesday."

You wore a pair of shorts that you haven't worn in a while and found $10 in the pocket.

Someone got an A on their last paper! *points at you*

Oh my gosh, I love the word exacerbate soooo much!

Etcetera, etcetera.

I really need to go do my homework now. It's almost 6:30, and I want to watch Rachel Maddow.***


With much strangeness,****
Maggie


*Yes, combined.

**I'm not a very driven person when it comes to studying.

***I kinda (read: really) fangirl Rachel Maddow.

****My friends and I on facebook have this thing, where whenever we are procrastinating a lot, we start a questionnaire. Generally I start them, since I am the best procrastinator, but yesterday Anna started one. And it was WEIRD as shit. So I decided to fill it out as weirdly as possible, and I haven't been completely normal ever since.

A list... BEDA #29

... of epic proportions.

FIRSTLY! I want to say thanks so so so much for your comments on my artwork yesterday! It gives me warm fuzzies to read them. So thank you! =)

Today I have much to do. So I am going to write my list here and move on, since, erhm... I have lots to do. *ahem* LIST TIME!

1. Do my homework. This is priority numba one. I estimate that it will take me *consults planner* about two hours, give or take half an hour for loafing.

2. Clean my room. IT'S A WRECK. I estimate this will take half an hour, since I don't plan on doing a pristine job.

3. Laundry. It needs be done. Ten minutes, tops.

4. Go to the bank. Fifteen minutes, unless traffic is suckish.

5. If I have time, write a script for a new video for my channel. I got about 90 new subscribers from winning the ALL CAPS contest. SO I NEED A VIDEO! Any of you have any brilliant ideas? Perhaps tomorrow I will run some by you guys. Because I trust your opinions.

6. Draft a letter of proposal to my school for improvements. My friends and I have BIG plans for something. Perhaps details later.

7. Go to a concert thingamagig with Alysa. Because she asked me to and a love her muchly. It's at five and will last who knows how long.

That is all I can think of for now. If my math is correct, this will all take me roughly 4 hours (minus the concert). Which gives me an extra three hours before I need to leave with Alysa. COOL!

Making lists is fun.


With determination,
Maggie


Something I learned today: It doesn't matter that I've already taken my dogs outside twice this morning. As soon as my dad walks downstairs, they are AT the door, begging to go outside. It's ridiculous.

Slept in late... BEDA #28

... yet still managed to be productive.

Last night I stayed up late catching up on blogs and YouTube videos. So I necessarily slept in late, too. By the time I woke up and wandered downstairs, I saw that one of The Wordsmith's friends was over. We shall call her Pips Queak, which is what her sister Sarah calls her. I think I've mentioned this before.

Anyway, I have no idea what I was planning to do today, but The Wordsmith, Pips Queak, and I ended up cleaning and rearranging The Wordsmith's room. It looks naaaaaaice! It made me want to clean, rearrange, and paint my room. Which, you know, I haven't ended up doing. Because I like the idea of these things, but actually doing them is a completely different story.

What I have started is a drawing for my sister to hang up on one of her empty walls. She wanted a picture of a faerie-type person in a red dress with grey wings, so I am obliging. Perhaps I will post pictures when I'm finished. But because I am conceited, I am going to post some pictures of work I've already completed. Enjoy! (Or don't. You can just scroll to the end, you non-enjoyers)






 This is one of the many weekly assignments I did freshman year for Drawing I. It is just pencil and paper, a little smaller than printer-paper.

I didn't quite get my face right, but I keep this one because I love the hair. A lot. Also pencil and paper.

 Sophomore year I took Advanced Drawing, where we got to draw in COLOR! This is pastel and a fairly large scale. Anna is wearing the rainbow hat, and Libby is the ginger.

The summer between my sophomore and junior years I took an oil painting class at the Kansas City Art Institute. I started this during the class and finished after it ended.

This is also an oil painting. It is from a photo of Anna that I took while we were at dinner before a dance at our school. She made the earrings out of shrinky dinks.

My junior year I took Painting. We started out with water colors, which is what this is. Every year the entire class paints this scene from a picture that our teacher projects onto a whiteboard. It's ridiculous how different each painting looks though.

In my painting class we spent about two to three weeks painting peppers. These are also watercolor.

Finally in my class we got to move on to acrylic! This is a portrait of my baby angel, Maud. She is fishing for our beta, who was named Mr. Norris.

This was the last painting that I had time to do in the class. This is The Wordsmith from about six years ago. She's drawing with chalk. Both my mom and my teacher said (independently of one another) that this was very Andrew Wyeth-esque. Which I found highly complimentary.

That is all I shall exhibit for today. I feel very pretentious, and perhaps you think me so. But it is okay if I know I'm being pretentious, right? Right??

I hope all of you had a wonderful first week of school. If not, I at least hope you survived. It's kind of sad that BEDA is almost over. I will try to blog occasionally, and I will certainly keep up with your blogs.

With pretentiousness,

Maggie

Something I learned today: Just by rearranging Katie's room, it seems so much bigger. I wonder what would happen if I rearranged my room, which is already very big. *ponders*

Imagination... BEDA #27

... who says you have to be a kid to have it?

I'm at Anna's house right now. I feel compelled to tell you that she is drawing a skull on her leg with my eyeliner (which I never use, but carry in my purse just in case), while Kristen does her best to thwart her efforts. This is my life as a high school senior. Actually, it gets better.

I am at Anna's because she had a Lego party! We built all sorts of crazy contraptions while singing along to A Very Potter Musical soundtrack. Then Anna made up scenarios with the Lego people while I handed her random objects to incorporate into the story and Kristen filmed it.*

Anna just said to me, "Maggie I did math on my leg with your eyeliner!" She sounded very proud of herself.

Today I went to the dentist, because I had a cavity that needed filling. I hadn't really thought about it too much beforehand, because I thought it would be a bad idea. When I was there and they were talking about the "numbing agent," I realised that they would have to give it to me through a shot. I. Hate. Shots.

Shots are my irrational fear. It's called "trypanophobia." It's not the pain of being pricked that scares me, it's the idea of a bleeping needle being in my buggering vein pumping flacking fluid. Every single time I have to get a shot I start crying. Then to distract myself I think about things that make me happy, like A Very Potter Sequel, explosion Wednesday, seeing a freshman Nerdfighter joining math team today. These are things I thought about today before they filled my cavity. The actual process of drilling and filling was fine. I'm cool with that.

I am going to leave you today with a question, dear readers.** What is your irrational fear? Tell me in the comments!


With a punctured cheek,
Maggie


Something I learned today: I learned what it feels like to have one half of your face completely numb. Did you know that you can't feel pain, but you can still feel pressure? It's a strange experience.

PS Anna and Kristen just went outside. I have no idea why. I'm a little curious, but I'm going to finish up this blog and post it. Also, I'm lazy, and don't want to get up. *shrugs*

*Expect video to be posted here at some point. I'll keep you in the know.

**I know, it's been a while since I've asked a question!

I cannot think... BEDA #26

... of a title today.

Firstly, I just want to say thanks to everyone who comments. Even short ones make me a happy Maggie. =)

I am feeling SO much better today! It's crazy. My nose is still stuffed up, and my throat sounds hoarse, though it doesn't hurt. So good news: if I contaminated you, you'll be fine within 36 hours.

I want to write about the fun things that I did after school. Alysa came over and we frivolicized and laughed a lot. But I have no idea how to put into words what transpired when I played my piano and she and The Diva acted stuff out. It was... *sigh* It was a you-had-to-be-there moment. So I guess I shouldn't have brought it up. But I want to be able to come back and see my blog in the future and remember, "Oh yeah! My senior year we did that!"

The downside of Alysa being over is that I have not started my homework, and it is eight o'clock. Uhhhhh.... Oops? I guess I'll go do that now.*


With procrastination skillz,
Maggie


Something I learned today: We have a late start tomorrow. Which means that school starts at 9:50 instead of 7:50! *does late start dance* There's a dance for everything.

*Who am I kidding? I'm going to watch some YouTube videos.

Did you know... BEDA #25

... that frozen yogurt melts? I know, right?

I love starting school again. It's fun to see my new teachers and tread new paths down the hallways of the Academy.

One thing I don't like is that my school is a breeding ground for illness. Here are some reasons why:

1. The rigorous nature of our system naturally causes lots of stress, and stress weakens our immune systems.

2. Almost nobody wants to skip for illness, especially at the beginning of the year. When you miss a day or two of school, it is alarming how quickly you can fall behind on work.

3. By the time you're a sophomore, your personal bubble has shrunk a LOT. We are mentally and physically a very close student body.

4. You share almost everything with your friends. I had to slap my friends' hands away many times today at lunch before they sipped my juice box or dipped a celery stick in my ranch. Because guess what. I'm SICK. Already.

I'm sure you noticed the unstable state of my last blog. That's because my immune system ran cowering from the bacterial fight going on in my body. It ran away, and was shot in the back by a poison dart.

Okay, it's not that bad. I just have a cold.

My symptoms do give me interesting things to talk about. For example, I was in my Shakespeare class, which is taught by a new teacher. She is fairly young, and very chatty. She speaks almost as quickly as Hank, but not nearly as clearly. Today she was talking about how she was nervous for Back to School Night tomorrow. "The ones I've been to have just never been like this before and it's kind of stressful because I have to get all the stuff ready for me to talk about and I'm going to a funeral right after school up at the church and that's just stressful and I know I'm going to come back and be a mess! *very weird giggle*"

I just lost it. I looked at my friend Laura, who was sitting next to me, and we both started to laugh. The problem was that I couldn't stop. It kept escalating. I just had "... I'm going to come back and be a mess! *very weird giggle*" playing over and over in my sick, stuffed up head.

These are things that happen when I am sick. Other things include doing my homework, which often turns out badly. But, alas, it need be done before the morrow.


With tiny chickens,
Maggie


Something I learned today: When I read Maureen Johnson's blog today, I clicked on her playlist of happy songs. The song "Wake Me Up Before You Go Go" was on a dancing game for Raving Rabbids (SO MUCH FUN). I realised I was dancing to the moves from the game. Yep. That's what I learned.