Is there any subtle way to tell someone you hate them? No? Okay, then I guess I'll go with the not-so-subtle way. 

Dedicated to the Collegeboard and the oh-so-lovely EMS people. 

I adore you guys :D 

When in trouble, when in doubt, run in circles, scream and shout

Now there's a rhyme to remember for life, ain't it? Yes it is, so be a good blogger and don't argue with me. You won't win. 


By the way, random question: 
Do you like pickles? 
I do. In fact, I think they're awesome. 


But you know what I think is NOT awesome? AT ALL?


Can you guess?


Come on, I'm a senior in high school (ooh, big age reveal), I'm gonna apply to colleges soon, but before I do, there's one more thing I need to do. 


Yup.


The SATs. 


Actually, this is my third time taking, but heck, first time, third time, doesn't make too much of a difference, except for the fact that I've pretty much gotten sick of the repetitive questions (and still I can't get all of them right, dammit!) and it's still wasting four hours of an would've-been perfect Saturday morning. Grr.  


But anyway, you think that just taking it is all? And there's nothing else to it? Well, think again. Here's the way real life goes, my friends, and it's not the pretty little picture you painted in your head with unicorns and rainbows and pots of gold. Nope. Nothing like that at all. 


Here's what the real scenario looks like: 


A year before the SAT: What's that? 
Six months before the SAT: Oh, BS, I have months to study. I'm gonna go out, have fun, and have a  social life is what I'm gonna do! 
Three months before the SAT: All right, I'm taking an SAT-prep class, so I'm all good and cool. Just gotta keep up and look like I know exactly what's going on and I'll be fine. 
A month before the SAT: Eh, I did some practice problems, did the SAT Question of the Day every day . . . or every other day . . . or maybe once a week . . . hmm, that's a problem. Well, I still have time to study. Gotta hit those books! 
The night before the SAT: OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'M GONNA FAIL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


And here's the scenario AFTER the test (no matter what number): 


Minutes after the test is over, waiting for my dad to pick me up: My mind's all fuzzy, I think my brain's shutting down, my hands are hot and cold at the same time, and oh my gosh I think I just bombed that math section! 
A month after the test: Hooray, results! (opens collegeboard account, adds up score) Boo. I'm not worth an Ivy-admission
A month and a half after the test: OMG the SAT's in two and a half weeks (AGAIN!) I'm gonna stick my nose (for real this time) in those books and never come out until it's over. 


.........


Senior year begins. Whaddya think happens when you get four AP classes, one Honors class, and some electives that actually require you to do work? No time, that's what. 


.........


The night before the SATs (once again): HOLY F***ING CRAP I'M GONNA FAIL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (Inner self says, "don't be pessimistic, you'll be fine" outer self says, "damn you for not studying!!! and darn you for cursing when you promised to stay clean!)


See what this nightmare test has put me through? Three times. That takes a lot out of a teenage girl's life. 


This is the point that I am currently stuck on as of this moment. Life's good, ain't it?  

Lost a follower

Why would anyone do that? It's just cruel. I just don't get it. People usually decide to follow blogs after they decide they like one, not before. I'm not sure whether or not this follower - excuse me, I meant ex-follower - of mine accidentally pressed the "follow" button on my blog,  but even so, there's another window that opens up after that says something like, "[Insert your name here] is now following so-and-so's blog." 


So a person would have to be extremely stupid to "accidentally" follow someone else's blog. 


And if it was done as a practical joke, well, then it's cruel and unfunny practical joke. And I like to laugh, I'm a funny person (except on print) so I like practical jokes, but not if they're mean. 


And since I know that this follower (I'm nice enough to not mention his/her name here) has a blog (two, actually) and has not gone anonymous, it's not like he/she can offer that up as an excuse as to why he/she is not showing up on my meager list of followers anymore. 


Okay. I had a rough couple of days, and now I'm done venting. Goodbye. 

I HAVE A NEW BABY SISTAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Babies are awesome. Even if all they do all day is sleep, cry, poop and make gurgly noises, they are the miracles of life, truly. I'd love to show y'all a picture, but since, unfortunately, most of you are complete strangers to me (although I'm sure you're lovely people in real life) so I can't do that. 


Just picture a tiny, five-pound-fifteen-ounce tiny little girl with slightly chubby cheeks (you know, the ones that make you sooooooo irrevocably tempted to just give 'em a squeeze? Yeah, I mean those kinds of cheeks) and a slightly squashed nose that looks even more squished when she sleeps with her face to the side. Ain't that just adorable?? 


Bottom line: I love babies.