WAHOO!

Dearest Darling Readers,
SO. Yesterday, Geek and I got into our first choice colleges! Yays! Also note--Freak got into her first choice school a couple of weeks ago! More yays! Now we are just waiting on Bimbo. But the school that I think is her first choice (not totally sure which is actually her FIRST), she will definitely get into cause she is just too awesome. And then more yays!

But for now, I just want to talk about yesterday. Geek and I are SO euphoric, but at the same time, we can't really process it. It still seems fairly unreal. I think this might because the schools we got into were both reaches for us and we weren't necessarily sure that we'd get in, unlike Freak who is just too smart :P. I mean, when I look at the stats for my school, I see an average unweighted GPA of around 3.95 and SAT about 2250 and ACT 33. It's insane. Though my test scores are slightly above the average (not by very much at all though), my unweighted GPA falls VERY short. I was CONVINCED that I would be deferred, and would end up applying to another school EDII. But now I don't have to apply to any more schools for the next four years! YAYAYAY!

Now, this college is literally my dream school. I think it's amazing. But what makes this acceptance feel so much better is that I know that I got in on my own. What I mean is, I didn't have anything like a legacy or a summer program helping me. I think that everyone in my school thinks that University of Notre Dame is my top choice, because for a long time, it was (I am also a huge ND football fan). But getting into Notre Dame, though awesome, wouldn't feel AS fantastic, because I would know that my dad and uncle being active legacies would have really helped my chances. This is the same for Geek--she didn't have any hooks at the school she was accepted to. Snaps for Geek! And also, my school is ranked in the top 10 for most selectivity. So I have to say that I am very proud of myself. I apologize if this comes off as bragging--but is it so wrong that I am proud of getting into a school that I never thought I would get into? I don't really think so.

The only thing is that I really don't feel like I DESERVED to get in. I keep wondering what exactly they saw in my application that made them take me when they deferred 4.0/2400 students with extra-curriculars. I also continue to think of the myriad of ways in which my online acceptance could have been a mistake. Did I log onto someone else's account? Did they make a mistake? Actually, when I opened up the decision and saw the word "Congratulations!" my first thought was "why are they congratulating me for being deferred?" I hope that it eventually sinks in.

ALSO--Geek and I are going to school only 3 hours (driving) apart from each other! 2 hours if you drive like me! So, since our schools are pretty far away from HERE, we might be able to visit each other for long weekends, short breaks, etc. How awesome would that be?!?! Granted, we'll both be SUPER busy with all of our college stuff, but knowing that she'll be close by is still nice. Plus, I would feel SO inferior on her campus, since her school is ranked 2 spots higher than mine :P but then again, hers, mine, and one other school are three that are very very commonly grouped together as peer institutions. Not that rankings matter at all. I'm going to the best school for me, and she's going to the best school for her. And THAT'S what matters.

HA and we are SO visiting Freak for spring break. :P

So, I am very proud of myself and also of Geek and Freak and Bimbo. We've all worked really hard and now it's beginning to pay off :)

I just hope that when we all go to different regions of the country next year, we'll still remain the crazy friends that we are now <3

~Book

And... Submit!

Dearest Darling Readers,
Salvete! Happy Halloween!

How fitting-- the traditionally scariest day of the year is the day that I finally complete my early college applications.
These applications have been hanging over my head for months-- I faced some difficultly not writing the apps themselves, but actually bringing myself to write them. I strongly dislike the unknown-- this 1.5 month waiting period may kill me.

But finally, as I sat here listening to the incredibly talented Michael Giacchino's LOST and Star Trek scores,-- after a few attempts, realizing that some schools let you send the common app before payment and others did not-- I have released my request to attend four colleges.

If I get into a certain one of the four, they are the only applications I needed to send. If not, the process repeats, only it is multiplied almost 3x.

I just want to get into college... is that too much to ask?

Through the entire college process, I started to regret doing some things I did-- thinking, if only I had worked harder in this class, I would have a higher GPA and would have a much better shot of getting into x college.

But alas, (earwax!) it is too late. We shall see. And I'll be sitting over there in the corner until the fateful December 15 comes around, when my heart might actually beat out of my chest.

I apologize for the probably numerous grammatical errors in this post. I feel like the past few days have been full of nothing but essays.

Also, on the note of Halloween, my current area of the country has been ravaged by a very strange snow storm. Honestly, the prospect of snow completely freaked me out. 12/21/12 anyone? Some nearby towns have actually *cancelled* Halloween. Spooky.

My left eye keeps on twitching. It's really annoying.

Enjoy the holiday, no matter how limited you may be!

Valete,
Geek

An End of an Era?

Dearest Darling Readers,
The reason I haven't been posting is simply because I have been waiting for my co-writers to post something. I don't want to be accused (again) of posting too much.

Am I the only one not stressed out this year? Well...I suppose it's only fair, since I haven't exactly had and easy three years (but then again, has anyone?).
Maybe it's just my nerdiness, but, for once, I love all of my classes and all of my teachers this year. And, like Freak, my applications have been done for a while. But that is mostly due to the fact that I did NOTHING this summer. I was holed up in my summer house with no company but for my family, some crazies from Michigan, and a couple of my brother's friends.

Anyway...I suppose this is the end of an era.

I hope that one day, my friends and I return to our "semi-regular" posting. Perhaps this blog will be what keeps us together when we are all attending college in different corners of the country (world?).

Until then,
~Book

This Thing Still Exists?!

Dearest Darling Readers,
The title for this post is the most accurate portrayal of my thoughts. I almost forgot completely about this blog. I'll be honest, I've moved onto Tumblr....
Senior year has started, as Bimbo stated, so everyone's stressing over college apps. My mom made me get it all done, so I'm just waiting on rejections, and hopefully some acceptances. But everyone around me is crazy, although with all my volunteer work, I have almost no free time.
It may be sad, but I have almost nothing to say here, my life has been boring, I've been on Tumblr and watching Glee in my free time, so nothing to report from me...
If you're on tumblr, check me out: superhero-fan.tumblr.com
Sorry guys, just not a lot to say.
~Freak

Total Crime

Dearest Darling Readers,

The crime i'm refering to is the fact that it's been basically year since my last post. All you've had to read are books posts! Blech! I feel for you. basically we've all but forgotten about this thing. Basically, we're seniors now! Probably time for some new profiles i believe... At any rate, we're all really busy with college stuff, or at least, I am. I have 10 schools i'm applying and it's been a complete nightmare/ disaster/ it's almost not even worth it at this point.

Blech

I'm really stressed

I'll try to come back when I'm in a more write-y mood.

Avec Amour,

Bimbs

Thirty Days Hath September

Dearest Darling Readers,
September is my favorite month of the year! October, November, and December are all tied for second, and VERY close to first...but September is and always will be my favorite month.

Why, you may ask (not that you care)?

Well, September is not only the month of my birth, but it is also the month of my brother's birth, my dad's birth, my close aunt's birth, and my parents' wedding anniversary. It is a jam-packed month! But with all of these family celebrations, my family is always closest in September, which is really nice, because we are not exactly the closest family.

Also. In my opinion, September has great weather. It's still warm from the summer, it's getting cooler. Now, I DO love when it's colder out, and November is probably my favorite weather month, but September is nice cause it comes in warm and comes out cool. And. Leaves begin to change colors. Enough said.

Apple picking. AKA one of my yearly opportunities to relive my childhood. Before moving to Sweden, I lived just down the road from a farm, and every fall, I go back to that farm and go apple picking and buy an apple-shaped cup of apple cider. It's one of my favorite traditions. Despite my constant changing, I am big on certain traditions. I love traditions.

School starting. Okay...technically that's August...but shh. And okay, maybe this isn't most people's favorite thing in the world, but my excitement for school to start extends beyond the first few days. I am a nerd. Deal with it.

There are a million reasons why I love September, more that I could list here, and some that I can't really explain in words.

Now come, September.
With your inhale and exhale,
metamorphosis.

~Book

Oh Brother...

Dearest Darling Readers,
So, like all siblings, my little brother and I don't always get along. When we were younger, we actually fought a lot more than most siblings, that we knew, anyway. But now, being older, not only have I realized that my brother and in fact had some good times in our childhood, but we have become a lot nicer to each other as we got older. Unfortunately, we have also grown apart.

I am writing this post today because, in these last few weeks of the summer in Michigan, my brother and I have been spending a lot of time together, a lot more than we have recently. Since I turned about 13 or 14 (and he was 11 or 12), we have grown a lot further apart. We hardly ever talk when we're home, and we never do stuff together anymore. So these last couple of weeks have been really great. We've been doing lots of things together, mostly without fighting, like we used to.

When I was three and my brother was one, my family moved to Sweden. There, we didn't know anyone at first, and therefore were forced together by lack of friends in this new country. I can still remember stealing all of the junk food in the kitchen and trying to feed it to his toy dinosaurs. I remember shoving a banana into the mouth of his rubber snake, and being amazed when the banana was actually going down its "throat" (I later realized that there was a hole at the back of the snake's mouth). I remember the game that we played for years, where he was a dog named "Gutch-Gutch" and I was his owner.

When we were a bit older, we were still close, though we fought more and more often. We built blanket forts in my bedroom every other week and slept in them every night, until, eventually, one of us would kick the other out. We would try to play board games but one of us would accuse the other of cheating and quit the game. Eventually, we got to the point where, for quite a few years, we couldn't stand being in the same room together for too long.

But even through those tough years, we still had our brother-sister moments.

Now, these last few weeks, we've spent nearly every minute together. We've been watching movies and playing board games and card games and having Nerf fights and tubing and swimming and kayaking and playing badminton and volleyball and tennis and playing on playgrounds and eating and playing mini-golf and, most importantly, battling Yu-Gi-Oh cards.

One of the best memories I have of my brother is playing with our Yu-Gi-Oh cards almost 24/7 for several months. Like most fads, that period passed, but I can still remember how we bonded by fighting over who got the blue-eyes white dragon (eventually we came to have two, though :-P).

So even though about half of my relationship with my brother has consisted of animosity and nothing but anger and frustration towards each other, when I'm older, and even now, those times have begun to fade, and what I truly remember are the times where we were best friends.

~Book

Hello?

Dearest Darling Readers,
Anyone there?
I know I'm being selfish and whiny, but I feel so isolated from everyone and everything. I almost feel as though when I finally get home, all of my friends are going to have forgotten about me. I mean, even before I left, it was obvious that many of my friends were distancing themselves from me, but now that I've been gone for eight weeks, and will have been gone for ten by the time I get home, I'll hardly have any friends left.
One friend pointed out to me that I've been spending too much time with my boyfriend, and that's why I've been getting left out, but the truth is, I've been getting left out since freshman year, since before I ever even met Mickey. The reason I spend so much time with him is BECAUSE no one else ever seems to enjoy my company. Not that I don't love spending time with him...but you get my point.

I love my friends, so much. But I always feel like I want to be their friend more than they want to be mine. They always hang out without me, and when I'm included, I'm almost always the person who made the plans. And yeah, I don't expect to be invited every single time, that would be ridiculous, but there's a point where I feel like I'm being deliberately left out. And that is 100% fine with me, if people would actually tell me that.

And I'm not the only person in our group of friends who feels this way. One of my co-writers has expressed similar sentiments, as has another friend. Maybe this is just how our group of friends works.

That's a bit dreary.

~Book

Nerd Convention

Dearest Darling Readers,
I have just returned from nerd camp! This is technically my second nerd camp of the summer, though the first one involved an internship as well. Anyway, I miss nerd camp.

Okay, so at home, I have a fairly close, but substantially sized group of friends. We're probably like 20-something people all together. But basically we are a big collection of all of the "weird" kids from pretty much every grade. We are all big nerds, even if we aren't all straight-A students like Geek. We know everything about Harry Potter (except Geek--who ever said that the Dementor's Kiss kills you? :-P), we get excited about book releases, we read xkcd, we watch dorky youtube shows, we watch Doctor Who, and we are just overall awesomely crazy. But then there's...the others. AKA the rest of our school, many of whom are "normal."

Now at nerd camp, EVERYONE is just like my weird, crazy, awesome friends! Instead of taking all of the "weird" kids from every grade, you've got "weird" kids from schools all over the world all in the same place! It's so amazing! I never really thought about it before, but it's kinda crazy that there are so many people as weird as my friends and I are. Except maybe if you went to PotterCon...but that's online, so it doesn't really count...

Anyway, have fun imagining 150 Freaks, Geeks, Books, and Bimbos running around!

~Book

A Gracefully Aging Geek

Dearest Darling Readers,
HEY PEOPLE! It's Geek's birthday today! So, to celebrate her 17 years (she's so old, right? As old as Bimbo!) on planet Earth (hopefully all seventeen were spent on this planet, anyway...or, actually, scratch that...being from/going to somewhere that's not Earth would be pretty damn cool...I would know, I'm an alien), I decided to write a completely useless and random post! I was GOING to list off all of the AWESOME memories I have made with Geek, such as spending Friday nights in middle school at Barnes & Noble doing our Menu/Palettes of Problems, or going shopping and eating Korean food in Chinatown, or our amazing prom, or our band's Six Flags trip last spring, or her defacing of my ninth grade yearbook, or--and do you see why I decided not to do this? There are just TOO DAMN MANY awesome times!

So! Here's to the special day of the year that we get to do nothing but celebrate this super awesome, smart, funny, nice, friendly, supah sexy, amazing person who we are so super duper lucky to have in our lives! Love you, Geek!

~Book

Ambivalent About Summer :- l

Dearest Darling Readers,
Well...my summer so far has been a mix of the really amazing and the sorta kinda not so great. So...not sure how I feel about it...yet. I shall preface this tale of romance, friendship, and tragedy by telling you that I am spending this entire summer away from Darien and all of my friends. So...I have not seen any of them in two weeks, and I won't see any of them for a little more than eight more weeks. I figure that that is a good thing to know before reading this post and/or any of the other posts that I write this summer. I am returning home on August 26 (AFTER the last day of band camp...of course! :( SADNESS!!).

ANYWAY. So, right now, I am at the University of Notre Dame. As you may or may not know, I am a MAJOR Notre Dame fan. So, literally ONE DAY after I got up to my summer house, I turned right around and drove down to South Bend, Indiana where I have been for the last week and a half. What am I doing here, you might ask? WELL, I am here taking pre-college classes as well as working in a molecular biology lab! It is really freaking awesome. Every day, I have 3 hours of lab work in the mornings, and 3 hours of classes in the afternoons, but then a couple of days each work, I get to skip class and go outside and do field work! I love this place! Now, don't misunderstand me, Notre Dame isn't my absolute first choice for college, though it's in my top 5, but there's just something about being here that makes you feel...good. I don't know how to describe it. And it's not just me, you can ask people who don't even have any affiliation with Notre Dame whatsoever and they'll tell you that this place is magical. My tennis coach once told me that...he's been to Notre Dame once in his life.

So...basically I had to apply to the class just like I would with college, except that they only take 20 students. And then I had to apply for the laboratory internship/observation program, which only takes about 10 students. I didn't really think that I had much of a chance of getting in, but I guess I must have just squeaked by. But OH MY GOD I am so glad that I did! I love it! I especially love the lab work. Right now, we're working on finding ways of fixing or altering the genetic mutations that cause blindness...in fruit flies. But hey, maybe we'll have cured blindness (and cancer...we're doing another side project with colorectal cancer) in humans by the end of this week (I, sadly, depart on Friday).

Outside of the classroom, it's pretty much just like being in college. Well, we have a dorm curfew (11pm weekdays, 12am weekends), and we have to check in via text with our dorm managers at certain times in the evenings, but other than that, we have total freedom. It's pretty awesome. You know, after class I just swing by my dorm, pick up my laptop, and go to the student center and grab some Starbucks and then go and work on my research project...pshh NBD. That's another thing: my friends here are from all over the world, and one of my closest friends always says "NBD." It's kinda funny because my friends at home don't talk like that. There's also the whole "soda/pop/coke" debate that is constantly discussed.

And...that closest friend...here come the parts of my summer that make me not totally loving it. I met this really cool girl on my second day here. She's a huge chemistry nerd, just like me, and we bonded over discussing the AP Chemistry exam and getting out SAT2 scores for Chemistry back on the same day. Anyway, we were super close for the first week, and then on Saturday and through Monday, she totally distanced herself from me, and I have no idea why. So...I still have friends here, but I basically lost my closest friend...oh well. After Friday, I'll probably (though not definitely) never see her again. That's depressing...but...eh...so it goes.

The one who pointed out that I would never really see her again after Friday was my boyfriend...Mickey. I miss him, too. What's weird though is that I'm not dying of misery missing him. Last summer, I missed my now-ex-boyfriend so much it was pathetic, and I definitely love Mickey much more than I ever liked that other guy, so I really don't know why I don't miss him too much. Oh well, it's eight more weeks, so it's probably a good thing that it's not too painful.

I also miss my other friends!!! Garsh! Bimbo! Geek! Freak! Jane! Alexa! THE TWIN! Minnie! And...assorted friends who have yet to gain code names on this blog! I miss you guys!!

Pshh...I'm sure you miss me too though, right?
...
Right?
...
RIGHT???!!!
...

Pshh...love you guys!

~Book

PS. Guess who has a "Notre Dame Biology" T-shirt!

Gettin' Swizz-Faced

Dearest Darling Readers,
That's right bitches, I got job. It's such an amazing and mentally stimulating experience...for a frozen yogurt store that is. Yeah I got this job in a really weird way through a friend and e-mail and blahs IT'S COMPLICATED but I've got it! Yay! It's really sad, I've become such a horrible workaholic since the summer started which was like a week ago but what-ever. It's called Swizzles and it's on the Post Road in Darien Connecticut. If you ever stop by and the checkout girl is exceedingly attractive chances are it's not me har har. It's this self serve joint and at first I was so hooked on the idea because I'd never been to a place like it before until I found out that there are only A MILLION places just like it. I feel so lied to! Sometimes it's really scary how into my job I get. Like whenever I'm closing, I always get stuck with mopping. Now that place has the shittiest floor because you can see ALL the crap that's been spilt through-out the day. It's really gross and takes forever to mop. I've got it down to routine though, good quality time with Toby. how sad is this, our owner seemed to have spent all the money he got for the place on everything BUT things we need like, say a GOOD MOP. He went and fished the grundgeist, most decrepit mop you ever did see. I call him Toby, Toby the mop. He reminds me a lot like a cranky old man. Like when he was in his prime he was a damn good mop but at this point he's pretty much given up and just resents that I make him clean the floor. Sometimes it's like "God damn it Toby! Why did you scratch the table?! I can't clean that and it's clearly visible!" and he'll retort with a "Well if you didn't sling me about so clumsily maybe it wouldn't have happened! You young folks and your crazy maneuvers!" He can be kind of an asshole but he's still my good friend, we have bonded. That doesn't stop me from fantasizing about drying him out for good and setting him on fire. I've often thought the best solution would be for Toby to mysteriously go missing one day and I'd secretly donate him to a funeral home or something. A fitting end to such a cranky old mop. But then I get further and think that if I DID do that A) I would feel to guilty for giving them the WORST mop in the world or B) They would refused to let me get buried one day for giving them the shittiest mop in the world. I think too much. That my friends is where my mind goes during the mind numbing chore of mopping.

P.S. I have a deviant-art now because I draw comics about our group of friends including the rest of the-awesomes. Check it out HERE: http://fluentinmeh.deviantart.com/

Franks for reading!

Summer is Almost Here!

Dearest Darling Readers,
Well, it looks as though we may never get that prom post from Freak. Oh well, I can't wait forever to post again.

SO. Summer is just around the corner! Final exams start on Friday and then we are out a week later! Now, don't get me wrong, I am excited to be done with school and under less stress (though I'm doing precollege this summer...so only slightly), but I am for once NOT excited for summer vacation to come. Why, you might ask? Well, summer vacation means that I am going to be gone for nine weeks.

Ever since I was born, and for a hundred years before that, it was tradition for my dad's family to meet up at the family house in Northern Michigan every summer. My great grandmother grew up in the area and lived there year-round. So, we would all get together for a week or two to visit her and each other. Two summers ago, my parents decided to buy a house up there so that we could spend the entire summer in Michigan. That summer though we only spent four weeks up there. Then LAST summer, I spent nine weeks up there, and it was pretty awful, but it wasn't SO bad because Bimbo came up to visit me for a week. This year, I am going away for nine weeks straight and won't get to see any of my friends at all for over two months. That is a sixth of a year, people!

Now, this is totally fine for my parents who have plenty of friends out there and don't really have strong ties to as many people back here. BUT GAH! 90% of the girls out there that I pretend to be friends with are some of the dumbest and most vapid people on the planet! Bimbo can attest to this, she's met them! Now, I do have three fairly good friends out there, but they are weekenders and do not stay up the whole summer like some of the others. My guy friends are okay...but some of them are a little creepy...
But also! This summer is going to be way worse than last summer because, weirdly enough, I have a lot more friends this year than I did last year! Literally, sophomore year it was just the four of us and couple of other people, but somehow and magically this year I have this nice big awesome group of friends. And on top of that, I have Mickey! Not only is he my best friend but he is also my amazing boyfriend who I love so much and will miss SO much! Now, I had a boyfriend last summer too and ask Bimbo, I missed him so much it was pathetic. But I love Mickey so much more than I liked that boyfriend that I have no idea what I am even going to do with myself this summer! Also, all of my other friends, especially Bimbo and Geek, will be together for most of the summer and will be having tons of fun without me! Of course, I want them to have awesome summers...I just wish that I could be a part of them. But NO, I am going to be either cooped up in my summer house, attempting to endure hanging out with "the yacht club girls," or attending precollege classes and a genetics lab internship at Notre Dame. I guess the last one isn't so bad, but that's only for a couple of weeks. GAH!

This summer is going to suck. Oh, and I am very sorry for bringing down those of you who are really looking forward to it. I would be too if I weren't going away for nine weeks...

~Book

Dearest Darling Readers,

Greetings from my BC Calculus classroom. Although this may seem like an inappropriate time to post, the only work we have post-AP is a project. Cunningham and I are working (term used lightly) on a beautiful and wonderful presentation on fractals, that I am sure many people will fawn over as soon as we present. Right. Well, I am making this post out of grand duress. Book can be slightly intiminating when she wants something done. Alas, to avoid her wrath, I am taking time out of working on my magnificent project to discuss a few things with you.

First, as the previous two posts have noted, prom has come and gone in this bubble of a town. I, again as has been stated, swapped prom dates during the night of elegant(*cough*)dancing and exquisite food. Of course, I picked the larger half of the wishbone, and had the fabulous Jane, looking striking in her gorgeous blue dress (which I will definitely be stealing *cough* *borrowing* at some point in the near future) as my new date. So after a night on the large (*cramped*) dancefloor dancing to fantastic (*so-so*) music, we disembarked and returned via *white* limo to Tea's house. The subsequent details I am a bit hazy on-- though I largely suspect that the obscurity is due to my falling asleep as soon as I crawled into my sleeping bag. Well, that is all I have to say--no fireworks, but still a memorable night.

Now, I have a more pressing bit of information to share. Just last period, I almost lost my life. Or use of certain limbs. Let me explain. It was APUS History, and my teacher, let's call him The Bruce, is an avid Star Wars fan. However, the famous May the Fourth occured during AP week-- not the time for celebration. Instead, my class had a May the Fourth party on May the Twenty-fifth. Of course, this included The Bruce bringing in his two lightsabers and proposing a tournament among the students. I was paired with Alexa, the person I sit next to, and who The Bruce deemed the Harry Potter fanatics (we talk about Quidditch all the time in that class). I immediately felt a tad uneasy-- if any of you have seen Alexa play Quidditch, you would know what I mean. Let's just say that the battle wasn't pretty, although I was at first named the winner, only to be refused that position after some protest (largely by myself). Now, somehow, my finger is strangely swollen, and I lost a shoe somewhere along the way. Other casualties are one red balloon and some Tositos chips. All in all, *not* going back there again.

Alas, that is all that I have to say for the moment. I hope this satiates dear Book, however I have a few doubts... regardless, I shall sign off and commence my Calculus project.

Valete,
Geek

Once Upon A Time, "Prom Night" Met "Friday the 13th" and this is their Baby

Dearest Darling Readers,
Am I one of the only ones who managed to find decently sized heels that didn't permanently maim my feet? I am also the only girl who was able to pin on a bouttonniere without 5 tries/stabbing my boyfriend/help from half a village! Success! SO PROUD!

So, Bimbo basically gave you a basic overview of last night's itinerary, so I won't bother going through that again since it was probably pretty boring for most of you the first time.

Well, I'll tell you about my getting ready process. Woke up at 6am for school. Showered...shampooed and conditioned. Came home from school. Talked to Mickey until 5:15. Brushed hair. Pinned bangs on top of head. Put on dress. Put on chapstick. Out the door. I even showed up at Tea's house wearing my All Stars instead of my heels. But everyone else made me change my shoes. Damn.
It's not like I don't like looking nice, I just don't think that I need to put on lots of make up or spend hours on my hair to look nice. I mean, I'm not really naturally pretty like a lot of my friends are, but I like to look like me. I don't like to change things about how I look just so that I look prettier to someone else. I dunno, maybe my head's not screwed on straight. After all, all of the other girls looked absolutely GORGEOUS!

Anyway, here are my top 10 things that happened on prom night:

10. Mickey saw my dad for the first time after a very awkward incident in which my dad caught me hanging out with Mickey when I wasn't exactly supposed to be...

9. One of our friends, Jane, literally looked AMAZING. Now she's usually really pretty, but last night, I think she was the most beautiful out of all of us (no offense to the other girls--we all looked goooooood, but come on, Jane was gorgeous). Her dress made me so jealous and she just looked so pretty!

8. Bimbo stabbed her boyfriend, Kurt Vonnegut, whilst attempting to pin on his bouttonniere...and then Kurt's dad had to pin it on :-P

7. Dancing with Freak. I mean, DAYUM. Haha I don't even remember why we were doing this, but I think we were trying to show all of the [awkward] guys in our group how you're supposed to dance with a girl, and, well, it was interesting. Haha love you, Freak!

6. Talking to the teachers. Okay, I know, this sounds lame--chatting it up with the teacher chaperones at prom? Lame? No, fun fun fun! Haha Mickey and I encountered his math teacher, who I had last year, who I think we mildly surprised to see us together. We also ran into his history teacher who had, earlier that day, given him a lesson on how to act towards his date during prom, and what to say to his date's father. Let's just say that Mickey didn't take very much of his teacher's advice...

5. Mickey attempting to be chivalrous. Yelled at me for pulling out my own chair and not letting him do it. Does that cancel out or something?

4. Dancing...in general. Not only was dancing with Mickey just awesome, but Alexa and Cunningham were SO cute! And so were Freak and [insert name here] aka THE TWIN. Although, THE TWIN could use some work on his moves :-P

3. Freak and THE TWIN kissing on the dance floor! Haha for basically the last week or so, after I finally got THE TWIN to admit that he likes Freak, I have been telling him to kiss her like every time they are together. And he finally did it! Ah! I don't know if I've ever been so proud in my life! I am so happy for them! I love them both so much! (Oh and by the way, THE TWIN was originally Geek's date--just as friends, of course--but pretty much EVERYONE ON THE FACE OF THE EARTH knew that Freak and THE TWIN liked each other, so Geek graciously gave up her date...though, then Geek got Jane as her date in this trade off, and like I said, Jane was GORGEOUS, so I think Geek got the better end of the deal!)

2. Being with Mickey all night! Haha there were a few times where I just forgot that there were 500 other people there and just started kissing him...at which point I would then be pelted with lemon heads by Bimbo :-P

1. Oh, number one. Well, this is a pretty easy one for me. At the end of the night, after the guys had left Tea's house, I sent Mickey a text message telling him that I "kinda love him" and then 20 anxiety-stricken minutes later, I got the best phone call of my life! I love you, Mickey. You're the best!

So, that was my prom night. I hope all of you who had proms had nights as wonderful as I did!

~Book

Prom 2011: Bimbo's Version (Whoa this title says what its about)

Dearest Darling Readers,

This right people of the world, F,G,B & B all went to prom last night and I am taking the initiative to write first. So first of all, ITWASTHEBESTNIGHTEVEVVEVREVRLEIUGRIUEGIUHI. Alright now that that's out of my system, let's continue. Since everyone else will probably tell their version, i'll just tell you my own. So our prom started at around, what, 7? But we met at our VERY rich friends house before hand at around 6:15. For the occasion I let my big sister treat me like a Barbie and got the full service, Hair, make-up, all that jazz. IT TOOK FOREVER. By the time she finished, it was 6:30 and I RAN out of my house to get there in time. Along the way I forgot to bring a spare pair of shoes and my dates Boutonniere (!!!). So I arrived late and they were already halfway through the photo taking process. Meh. Oh well, 200 photos I'LL never be in.

AT ANY RATE, in our group there were 13 people:

Me and My date, Let's call him Kurt
Geek and (insert random name) a sophomore and Mickey (Books Boyfriend) His twin brother
Book and her B, Mickey
Freak didn't find a date so she "went with our friend "Jane"
Our friend Alexa and her B, Cunningham
The person's house we were at, or Tea, and her date Fran
Then the 1+ awkward person Addison
13 in total
Keep in mind 100% of these names are FAKE

So Tea lives in this HUGE beautiful house on country club. So obviously we took our pictures there. At 7 seven, the limo came. Now we were a group of 13, and the biggest limo we could afford was for 8. But it worked out perfectly because exactly 5 people either didn't want to pay for it or their parents didn't want them riding in it. Fortunately I was in the limo group. (did I mention it was white?). Yeah and our driver also had no idea where he was going, FUN. BUT WE MADE IT. The theme was hollywood? Kind of lame... And there were teachers, awkward, and breathalyzers, and lots of tux's and dress. One guy actually wore a monocle -___-

For there the night just gets better. We ate food and and danced and murdered our feet in our ridiculous heels. Said hi to people and complimented their dresses and tuxes. It was a really fun night. At around 10:30 (really early I know!) we got back in the limo (except those five who had a parent take them) and departed. We all went back to Tea's house for our version of an after party. Pretty much the girls changed into pajamas and feel asleep on the guys while eating numerous types of cookies courtesy of Mrs. Tea's Mom and watching Dane Cook. It was a huge snugglefest essentially. Unfortunately and lot of the parents were opposed to a co-ed slumber partay so the guys had to leave at around 12:30. After that we girls stayed up till 12 talking about boys and annoying each other. The story ended just a few short hours ago when we all woke up at the cruel hour of 9 in the morning. Tea's mom made us homemade waffles with handmade whipped cream, really maple syrup, fresh fruit kabobs, and little cream tart things O_o. Some people really know how to live.

So that was that. Out PRAM. Good times.

Highlights of the night:
1. Throwing shit at Book and Mickey whenever they started making out
2. Freak stealing Geek's date
3. Freak and (insert random name here) now going out!!!
4. Fran admitted having a crush on Tea for a whole year! And now THEY'RE going out
5. Mickey telling Book he loved her
6. Me and my Guy dancing the night away. (Are you reading this KURT? You finally got your damn post!)

The Good Old Days

Dearest Darling Readers,
Do you ever go through your old stuff and find old diaries or notes or anything, really, and just sit there sifting through it all and trying to comprehend how much you've changed (or how much you haven't)?

I've done that. I was one of those girls who started and failed to keep 1 million and 1 diaries. So basically I have a drawer full of diaries and each one only has a few entries in it. Sometimes I just...re-discover them, and sit around reading what the old me wrote down. Sometimes I'm embarrassed about who I used to be, but usually I'm just nostalgic, nostalgic for the times where my biggest problems were boys and mean girls and oh...I guess life hasn't changed that much :-P

But it's more like how those things were written--the tone of the entries, that kind of thing. What has triggered this post today is that I discovered a blog that my boyfriend had for a couple of years, but that he stopped posting in about a year ago. He is such a different person now. He is awesome now, but I kind of wish that I had known him better two years ago, too. He thinks he sounds like "lamesauce" in that blog, but he sounds like a really sweet guy, just without much of a social life. <3
He's told me stories about what he was like when he was younger, but reading this blog has really given me a real look at who he used to be. He is SO different now, but at the same time, he is kindof the same. And I am happy about that. <3

~Book

Go Take Your Damn Shower!

Dearest Darling Readers,
Not that I am not totally completely happy to be going out with...what did we call him? Mickey? But...it IS weird to be dating my best friend.

First of all, I didn't even really know whether or not I actually LIKED him when I said I would go out with him. Our friends were pressuring us to date, and I figured it would be REALLY bad if I said no when he asked me..and okay, maybe I liked him a little bit, too, but anyway. So, it was kinda weird at first, and I thought that it would be totally awkward and that we would try to go back to being friends, but it would just still be awkward and then our friendship would be totally ruined forever, but then I realized something. The fact that he's my best friend makes it even BETTER. I mean, if you think about it, the best boyfriend SHOULD be your best friend, too.

We already know each other better than almost anyone else, which I thought would be a bad thing. Por ejemplo, he knows EVERYTHING about all of my past relationships...which one would think would be EXTREMELY awkward. And it is, sometimes. But honestly I think that it's better this way. It would be so much worse if he were always wondering or if we had secrets or something.

Sometimes I think that we're almost TOO comfortable with each other. Almost. He feels no shame in telling me...well, let's just say he pretty much can say anything to me and knows that no matter what it is, I won't feel awkward or anything. It's just normal for us.
If you ask any people who know us, you will find out that it is really difficult to spend more than 5 minutes with us without witnessing a sex joke that usually makes everyone ELSE feel awkward...but not us! I thought that maybe we would stop making these jokes when we started dating...on the contrary! The number of potentially-awkward sex jokes has in fact increased! Fortunately for our friends, these are usually made when it's just the two of us.

UNfortunately for them, we can kinda be all over each other sometimes now. See, even back when we were friends, I would sit on his lap all the time and hug him a lot and all kinds of things. One day, we even pretended to date to try and fool our band director. Now though it's even worse...but we are working on it! Now...usually the only person who has to suffer is his twin brother, who tends to ALWAYS BE THERE. Classic third wheel...but it's okay cause I like him (sometimes more than I like Mickey... :-P ).

Anyway, I told Mickey that I was writing a post about him and apparently he's been sitting at his computer clicking refresh for the last 20 minutes so I think I should publish this now. Toodles!

~Book

Oh the Irony...

Dearest Darling Readers,

Yeah so remember that whole lengthy Post about how Book and that random guy who hangs out with us are really just friends? Yeah well THEY'RE DATING NOW. No worries, no harm was inflicted to that awkward third party friend who used to date him. In fact she broke it off with him (and he was "sad") then maybe THREE DAYS LATER good 'ol Book realizes she's madly in love wiht the guy -____-

This is my I TOLD YOU SO post

Score:
Bimbo: 1,000,000
Book: 0


Victoriously,
Bimbo

Darling Readers

Dearest Darling Readers,
You know, sometimes I wish that we hadn't told all of our friends about this blog. I mean, if we hadn't, we wouldn't actually have any readers, but it makes it hard to talk about things that you don't want them to know. Cause sometimes it's easier to say those things to strangers.

For example, I could write about how weird it is to start dating my best friend.

Or I could talk about how my parents searched my room and emptied out every single drawer and bag and about all of the interesting things that they found and the various things I told them to get out of trouble.

Or I could talk about my most troubling problems, which I mostly keep to myself, even though sometimes all I want to do is whine to the world.

Yeah, I could just make another blog. Or I could just shut up and stop whining about not being able to whine more.

And yeah, this post is pretty much pointless. But aren't pretty much all of our posts pointless?

~Book

Do you really care?

Dearest Darling Readers,

Ever wake up in the morning wondering about your social worth? Do you ever wonder what would happen if you died suddenly? I know this is maybe harsh saying so soon after Andy Pena, but do you ever wonder? Ever wonder if you died today, what would happen? Obviously people would want the world to grieve and remember them and never get over it, but then you just kind of realize that if you died, nothing would actually change. Maybe things would even get better for some people. I mean you could spend your whole life lending your hands and ears to the people you love but in the end all it leaves you is deaf and hand-less. What's the point? What's the point of getting up in the morning and dressing yourself and doing math and french and physics and all that if no one actually cares? NO ONE CARES, and no ones ever gonna care. Let's stop kidding ourselves eh? Food for thought.

Bimbo

Salvete

Dearest Darling Readers,
Salvete. Greetings. I do not believe we have met- I am Geek, and I have, admittedly, not yet posted on this blog. Yes, this is the real Geek, not that very inaccurate impersonation of Geek that Book posted earlier this week. I realize that I have yet to utter any sort of contribution to this blog, which has been ongoing for roughly two years. For that, I apologize, and I offer no excuse.

Let's start at the beginning. When this blog was first created, I was away at an isolated college, and had pledged to speak Spanish, and only Spanish, for the four-week period of the immersion camp. Yes, it was difficult, but also it was a lot of fun. I recommend to anyone to participate in any sort of immersion program- preferably one that travels to a country where that language is spoken. It is an experience that you would be hard pressed to forget. Just a warning, though-- don't go right before a Harry Potter movie is about to come out. You will probably not be able to see it until after you return.

Although this may be incorrect, I believe that I received some notice of the creation of this blog via facebook (or email?) when I was on a computer towards the end of camp. I recall that I was a slightly surprised, though not really--considering it was Book, Freak, and Bimbo-- and was pretty amused with their posts.

Upon my return, sophomore year started--one that wasn't without its ups and downs. Then summer, and then junior year-- this one with even more extreme ups and downs. I will not get into the details--some can be found in my partners-in-crime's posts. But time went on and on and, despite my associate's urging (and, in some cases, threatening), and I still did not post anything. Again, I will not offer any excuses for this inexcusable act and ask our dearest darling readers to forgive me. I will, perhaps, post more in the future. Maybe an in-depth analysis of both Inception and Sucker Punch (which Freak and a few more of our friends saw last Friday, and we all strongly recommend it).

Why post now, do you ask? Well, besides that (slightly illegal) impersonation of myself by Book, I just realized that it was time to post. Why not? Besides, I have a 6-8 page essay on The Great Gatsby--a great book, well deserving of its title as the great American novel-- due tomorrow, and needed a break from intense analysis.

On a different note, some of you may have wondered if my initial greeting was English. Indeed, it was not. It is Latin, one of my favorite languages to learn, and it means 'Hello.' I felt it was fitting. In the future, you may see that I'll tie in some Latin phrases or sayings.

Now, some of you may have realized that we are coming up on the second week of April. Why is this significant? Well, in about three weeks, will be the first week of May. And what is the first week of May? It is the week when I, and also Book, will be taking three AP tests. And the three weeks preceding that daunting week will be nothing less than difficult. Brains may start coming out of noses, I fear.

Well, I'll stop now, and perhaps continue on with this subject later-- I feel like this post will be a bit too long.

Valete,
Geek

WHATCHATAH (has anyone else noticed that our post titles rarely actually tell you what the post is about?)

Dearest Darling Readers,
My name is Geek and I have never posted on this blog before. This is because I hate my friends and refuse to share a blog with them and like to hurt their feelings and make them look like losers for posting all of the time.

Just kidding. This is Book (durr). But seriously, Geek, you gotta post on here at some point.

Anyway, speaking of Geek, I want to talk the prom, and the unbearable drama (proma?) that has been taking place at my school over the last week or so. What does this have to do with Geek, you ask? Well, yesterday I made a failed attempt at getting a [sorta kinda] friend of mine to ask her to prom. Turns out, he's not planning on going. However, he said he would think about. And if you knew this guy, you would understand how much of a success it is just to get him to do that!

So...I'm excited about prom. I mean, I'm not following all the "who asked who and how they did it" stuff, but I hear things anyway, and I don't really care that much, but I'm excited to go. I mean, I guess I talk about it a lot (I did a prom post on another blog that I share with someone else) cause it seems like that's all anyone ever talks about these days. (It is a little annoying though, and I'm a little ashamed that I've been swept up into it, because it's over a month away.)

But today I pose this question to you: should you skip prom just because you don't have a date, even if you want to go?
Personally, I say, skip prom if you don't want to go, but if your only reason for not going is not having a date, then go! You'll have fun with your friends, and hey, maybe you can steal someone else's date! Plus, your friends would probably be really, really sad if you didn't go!

~Book

Now To Totally and Completely Change Direction

Dearest Darling Readers,
Though Geek has yet to post something about Andy, thus completing the series of posts, I'm going to post something about a totally different topic. Music.

So basically, I usually stray away from mainstream music. Not because I have any strong opinions about "the system" or whatever, but just because that's how it happens to happen. Obviously I love Green Day, which isn't exactly a tiny, unknown band, but other than them, I like bands like Lucky Boys Confusion, Foxboro Hot Tubs, Pinhead Gunpowder, Marina and the Diamonds, and singers like Corinne Bailey Rae, and of course lots of other stuff. But in this post, I'm going to list off some really popular songs that I actually like! So...you've probably heard all of these songs (unless you live under a rock--do you? I don't judge!), but in the rare event that you haven't, I highly suggest that you check them out.

Animal-Neon Trees

F*** You-Cee-Lo Green

Jar of Hearts-Christina Perri

Born This Way-Lady Gaga

Just The Way You Are-Bruno Mars

F***ing Perfect-P!nk

Dynamite-Taio Cruz

and of course...FRIDAY FRIDAY FRIDAY!

Anyway, I have been listening to Animal on repeat for like the last half an hour...I should really go study for my AP Chem test tomorrow...FUN STUFF!

~Book

A Boy Named Andy and The Memories He Brings

Dearest Darling Readers,

So, you've read that last Friday a Freshman named Andy died in our town. Now, i agree with Book in her last post about attention seekers. I was not close friends with Andy, he was a friend of a friend from a club. I wish, like Bimbo said in her post, that I had gotten to know him because listening to the stories and watching my friend cry makes me feel like I missed a great person. That I will never know the fun of having him as a friend. But, his death affected me more than i thought it would. Not only because it is a tragedy that someone so young died, which is sad alone, but also because my best friend was just a year younger than him when she died.
Now, they died under different circumstances, Andy suddenly, and my friend she suffered for so long. My friend, Krissy, died on September 17, 2011 of cancer. i was only in Second Grade and was having trouble understanding the tragedy that was September 11, but when I got home that fateful Tuesday I learned that tragedy doesn't have to be a terrorist attack. When I walked into the house that day I knew something was wrong, and when my mom explained it...my world shattered. I had never been so sad, but I wasn't only sad I was terrified. Krissy was the one who would make me feel better during hard times. She taught me a lot of things that I still use today. So, when Andy died, i knew how my friend felt. It feels like a part of you is gone.
The worst part for me though was going to Andy's memorial, and his wake...knowing I never did that for Krissy. Since I was in Second Grade, my mom wouldn't let me go to her wake. At Andy's memorial, we all lit a candle and the priest asked us to remember a memory of Andy and the only thing I could think of was Krissy. Does that make me a bad person? I thought it did, but my friends disagree...but as i was crying at the memorial everyone was comforting me and I couldn't help but cry harder because I wasn't crying just for Andy. I don't know, I just hope that he's looking down right now and he understands. Maybe he even met Krissy, I hope so, she was my best friend and he seemed like the kind of person who would make friends with anyone.
My Three favorite quotes on Life and Death:
"Here is the test to find whether your mission on earth is finished. If you're alive, it isn't." ~Richard Bach
"Life's not always fair. Sometimes you can get a splinter even sliding down a rainbow." ~Terri Guillemets
"No one can confidently say that he will still be living tomorrow." ~Euripide
I hope these posts haven't thoroughly depressed you. just remember to live life to its fullest. I try to, for Krissy, and now Andy.
Rest in Peace Andy Pena and Kristen Mendola.
Sincerely,
Freak

We Miss You, Andy Pena

Dearest Darling Readers,
On Friday night, a boy in our town named Andy Pena passed away at only age 14. He was a nice and funny kid and nearly everyone misses him.
But what irritates me is that now that he's gone, all of the people, particularly girls, who were never even nice to him, are pretending that they were his best friend. Now, I don't claim to be his best friend. In fact, we were barely friends. He was a friend of a friend who occasionally hung out with me and the others in our friend group. But it still makes me kinda mad that people are pretending to have loved him when really they barely knew him.

But, Andy's death should be about more than the few attention-cravers that make a mockery of it. I wish that I had known him better. In fact, he was supposed to come on a scavenger hunt with our friends and me next weekend. It still gives me chills every time I look at the post that he made on Facebook the night before he died, on the event page for the scavenger hunt. It's so weird how he was perfectly fine one day and dead the next. He was a healthy kid! He was on the cross country team! It's so unfair that he was so young. His parents brother are devastated. The whole town seems to be grieving.

We'll miss you, Andy Pena. You're in a better place now, free from the stresses of life, and I suppose we'll all join you some day. Except me of course cause I'm probably going to hell.
~Book

In loving Memory

Dearest Darling Readers,

Maybe you remembered a few cryptic posts back in September about the cruel-ness of life? That that was the worst week of all time. This is the Worst Week of all time Part II. It would seem that the pain and suffering that we'd taken so long to move on from has returned with a vengeance. Here's the low down. For me at first the shitty-ness started when my grandmother died and I contracted strep throat. But it continued for everyone else in the following week. As you probably know from previous post, many of my friends and I are all on our schools odyssey of the mind team. Last Saturday was dubbed "Super Stress Week from hell". By 9pm friday night, half the teams was still in the band room practicing in vain suffering from panic attacks and crying. Essentially the problem that we had spent THE ENTIRE YEAR working on completely fell apart last minute. Need-less to say, when we competed the next day, we did not prevail. We ranked 3rd out of 4 teams. We even lost to a middle school, in the high school division! It was pretty bad. The absolute worse though was when we were at our lowest, mourning our loss, we were presented with someone else to mourn. As you should know, the four of us all hail from Darien Connecticut. If you're from here, you know that on Friday night, we lost someone. That's why this post is dedicated to Andy Pena.

When I first met Andy, I though he was dating a mutual friend of ours.It turns out they were just really close friends. He was a freshman, only 14 years old. He was into sports, a previous swimming, and a trackie. however, I didn't find this out until after he died. I wish I'd known Andy. I knew him only through association, which really bugs me know. I should have known him better, there should be a reason behind why I'm sitting here crying over his death. I have no right to miss him, but that doesn't make me any less sad. He had played Quidditch with us many times, gaining praise for being one of the best snitches we've ever had. He had played Humans Vs. Zombie's with us. The next game was supposed to be this week, he was supposed to be the father zombie. He was going to participate in the scavenger hunt that Book is organizing. It isn't fair. I was supposed to meet him properly, I was supposed to become his friend, talk with him at least for a little while. I was supposed to know what kind of guy he was. Instead I have to grip onto the fractured memories that I have of him and wonder what would have been if only he'd stuck it out just one more week. Long enough for me to get to know him. Instead I'mm sitting here replaying the last conversation I'd had with him. We were in Hyper stress Odyssey mode and he's come in the room to poach snacks and chat it up. I had unceremoniously threatened to kick his ass if he didn't leave that instant. i don't regret saying this. I know he didn't really mind. I just regret that this was the LAST thing I'd said to him, the only thing I'd EVER said to him. I feel bad because this post is very selfish of me, if only he'd kept living for MY sake, pah! Truthfully, when I miss him the most, it's when i'm looking into my friends eyes, and she's talking about about him and her eyes become glassy with emotion as she realize that those moments will never happen again, I think of what a great person I had missed meeting. Someone who was missed this much, loved SO MUCH, truly he must have been a person worth meeting. I had missed it completely, his life. I never got to be apart of it.

I guess now we can rest assured knowing that he's at rest in his personal paradise, playing COD and eating brown sugar pop-tarts, no longer having to deal with the pain and suffering that comes with living. So young to die. So much he never got to do. So many people who will never get to see him smile. It's almost disgusting. All I can hope now is that if the zombie apocalypse ever comes, I can finally be your friend.

Lovingly,
Bimbo

You Learn Something New Everyday!

Dearest Darling Readers,

Hello, I have a question for all of you readers out there...have you ever bought the newest or coolest gadget, or even some trendy clothes? The answer for most of us is probably yes, if you haven't and you don't fall prey to those kinds of things, good for you. But, if you're like most teenagers out there, and can't help but try to fit in with the "cool kids," you've probably done this. We can't all still be rocking the Nintendo 64 and Gameboy Advanced. Anyway, my second question is has an even newer version of the thing come out, just when you finally get used to how the clothes fit, or you can finally work the gadget?
Isn't that the worst feeling? You finally feel comfortable and then suddenly you're a loser again. (just kidding you readers aren't losers) Well this business tactic is called Planned Obsolescence and was started in the 1920s. It consists of designing a product to purposefully become obsolete in a few years. Now granted, in this day and age that process has sped up. Apple comes out with a new version of a gadget every few months and car companies make slight changes to models every year. See you do learn something new everyday.
But anyway, this has been going on for a very long time...and i don't like it, personally. If you do...well OK then to each his own. I won't judge you...much. I don't think it's fair that companies create a product with the sole purpose of creating a product that's better than it. If you buy that new gadget, for a while you're cool, or at least you feel that way. When the new version comes out though, you go from cool to an out of date wanna-be with the snap of some greedy CEO's fingers. Because that's all this business practice is really about: greed.
The big companies want more money, so they create a product with bugs in it and release it without working them out. Then, after it's been released the company starts to work out the bugs. And once it's a huge hit they release a version with "fewer bugs." Then the process begins again. Lather, Rinse, Repeat.
And everyone just blindly falls for it because they want to be cool. Companies play on people's need to fit in to make as much money as they can. For those of you who don't fall prey to their Dark Side mind tricks, I applaud you. You don't believe their lies about cookies. I know I have fallen for it a couple of times, and now the only things that those products are good for are paper weights and, in the case of clothes, cat scratch toys.
Yeah I can understand the true economic side of the argument, that these companies need the money to stay in business and pay their employees. But, coming out with a new product every few months is just ridiculous. If you must practice planned obsolescence then return to the way it was in the 1920s, where a new product came out every few years.
For those big companies and their greedy CEOs, there's a lot more to life than making money and playing on the insecurities of the population. So go home and play with your kids, or your pets. Just stop messing with our minds and selling in adequate products.
Thank you for listening to (reading) my annoyed rant...and pay attention next time a new product comes out, wait for the third or fourth version before you truly consider buying it, at least. But, really don't fall prey to this, just keep rocking the equivalent of a Nintendo 64 (or the actual Nintendo 64, I know I do).
~Freak

10. Must Demonstrate Awesome-ness

Dearest Darling Readers,

That's right, this post is dedicated to one of my all time favorite artist Florence Welch. She's the singer/ songwriter/ creator/ she IS Florence + the Machine. Try to take off the judging goggles for a minute when I tell you that I discovered her on Taptap Revenge. Just for clarifications sake, my favorite band is and always will be the Beatles, but she comes in close second. Now I'm not a girl who get's obsessed with things. Not true I get obsessed about many things, but never really like this. This is a whole new ballpark of obsession. ANYWAYS, I downloaded her song Kiss With a Fist for free on taptap. After a while, I found that I would bring up the song and not even play JSUT so I could listen to the song. When a find a song that I like, my next move is to always go to iTunes and check out the artist, see if they have anything else I liked. This was the first and only time that I've ever looked up an album and liked more then 3 songs, let alone the entire album! (What can I say? I'm hard to please when it comes to music) At any rate, after that I ran down to the store, bought then CD, listened to it consecutively for a week straight, pissed off my ENTIRE family, and became absolutely addicted. Not only is her music awesome though, SHE is awesome. RANDOM FACT: She was discovered when she followed a record producer in the bathroom of a club and sang to them while they were pissing,100% drunk the whole time. See what I mean? Who else can brag of phenomenal singing prowess even while completely hammered? There is a profound reason when I'm addicted to her music. It's a mixture of instruments with loud commanding beats combining to create a hypnotic and ethereal fusion with dark undertones and profound lyrics. And boy can she really belt it out. No auto-tune either. How many artists these days can claim THAT? Her manner of dressing is both modern chic and earthy hipster. She's mysterious yet hilarious, strange yet enigmatic. I think she's a very very cool person. She's so different and it amazingly refreshing. She proves that an artist these day who write and sing their own music with out the use of techno or auto-tune can make fantastic music. She's also a real human being. She doesn't do drugs or over party. She isn't a slut or a media whore. She's so real, in an era of untouchable celebrities. She's more true to herself then all of MTv combined. Did I mention she's also British? That automatically makes her 3x as cool. Here's a taste of my madness:

My Favorite song by her:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2EIeUlvHAiM

Her being funny and cool:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wvMfbfZKVbY

And her dancing to single ladies (funny):
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P7s6ESdFHdQ

Hopelessly,
Bimbo

Neon Green Eggs and Ham

Dearest Darling Readers,
So...I have this mother. And she is SCARY. Now, not in the usual sense of scary mothers. My mother is an ex-prosecutor who won 100% of her over 1200 cases. Now she is a college advisor. A bit of an ironic transition, I think. But seriously, you can ask any of my friends who have ever met my mom. She is frightening.

She has pushed me my whole life. She pushed me to be a competitive diver for 5 years. I was ranked 6th in the tri-state area in my age group and had practice 6 days a week, and even practices before school. I absolutely hated it. She never even asked me if I actually like diving. I finally broke and quit when I was 12.
She pushes me in school. "A- in Spanish! Grounded!" I am dead serious, that actually happened once. She pushes me to do everything better. No, not just better, to do everything best. Not my best, the best. Ask Bimbo, my mother once said "If you're not the best at something, don't bother doing it." She is absolutely crazy. And not at all in the normal sense. I can't really get into it too much, but hopefully you get the point.


But today, my friends, I would like to address a few of the things that my mother did successfully as a parent. She always put me down. This helped me to grow accustomed to failure. Isn't great that now when I fail, it's not such a huge disappointment? I just want to thank her for preparing me so well for life! She always compared me to my peers and to my brother (in a negative way of course), so now I do the same! It seems like I am always trying to compete with people, but of course I'm hardly ever better at anything than anyone else. I have to talk myself up just to feel like I'm half as good at anything as some of my friends are. I'm not the best at anything, which of course is a breach in her philosophy. But hey, at least now I've learned that Life truly is a competition. I think that that's a really great thing to learn early on; that way you don't go through life thinking that just trying your hardest and doing your best is ever good enough. I truly feel sorry for the poor suckers who believe that crap.

So Mom, thank you so much for giving me the lessons that I need to succeed in life. You know what, maybe I WILL go flip burgers at McDonalds! And hey, maybe I'll even be the BEST burger flipper! Will that make you happy?

~Book

The potatoes flew off the roof into's Kats hair!

Dearest Darling Readers,

If you are confused about the title, I asked a good friend to give me a short humorous sentence and this is what they said. Kat is a friend of ours if you're wondering.

I'm going to tell you a story now in the hopes that it will brighten your day. So when I was in the DR with Jane, her previously anti-social father relaxed and opened up a little bit and told me about an old friend of his. One day he and his friend were hungry, so they stopped at this all German restaurant. This restaurant had everything in German, even the Menu's. Growing up in Europe and being wise to the ways of German chefs, Jane's father ordered the safest thing he knew, the wurst. Trying to impress, his friend ordered some large, complicated meal off the menu. When the meals arrived, he got the surprise of finding that he'd somehow managed to order a whole, boiled pigs head! That's right, a large and very much boiled pigs head, split right on down the middle. And this guy, He had no idea how to even eat it! He was trying to carve the cheeks off and was picking at it with his, but still pretending like it was exactly want he'd intended on ordering!

The moral of this story is: When ordering at a German restaurant, unless you know what it is, just go for the wurst! Because you might end up with a boiled pigs head. Delicious!

With Love,
Bimbo

She's Back!

Dearest Darling Readers,
No not a poltergeist...but Freak! My life has been returned with very few damages by my wrestling coaches. The season went great! and for some it isn't over (which is a good thing) One of our senior captains, let's call him Kyle, is an epic wrestler. Kyle made it to the finals of our county tourney...and WON! then he came in first in the Class Ls which is for the large schools in our state, then he came in 4th out of the 245 best wrestlers in the state in his weight class! he's headed to New Englands which is a HUGE honor, and very rare for our team. We're all really happy and proud of him for it! :D
Anyway, I'll stop ranting about my teammates...and talk about something that's bothering me. The fact that bimbo feels bad for taking my spot on vacation with Jane. I will admit in the beginning I was a little resentful...but come on who wouldn't be? Then I Realised that it wasn't Bimbo's fault my passport expired! It was the government's. ;D So, I will say right now in front of the entire internet... Bimbo there was no reason to apologize, you didn't create passport expiration laws (Did you? ;D)so this was not your fault and I hope you and jane had fun! :D i wanna see pictures!
That's all I really had to say...Just say hey and break up the monotonus posts of Book and Bimbo's reactions ;D (love you guys!)
Remember..."Friends are the Bacon Bits in the salad bowl of life." If you don't like bacon...HOW CAN YOU NOT LIKE BACON!? unless your vegitarian, then I respect you a lot. :D
Sincerely, (your favorite blogger ;P)
Freak

Dearest Darling Readers,

Okay Book has been posting WAYY to much about random shit so I'm stepping in. That's right, this is a coup de blog. Warn your friends. Did you sleep through that last post? I know I did. She try's to sound smart, doesn't always work but let's give her a big round of applause anyways! Here here!

Sooo, I just got back from a really interesting vacation. I'm not sure if I'm glad I left or not. First of all I'm a real douche face for going at all and would like to apologize in front of the whole of the internet to Freak for that. Soo essentially we have a friend not involved in this blog. let's call her Jane. Jane is like a sister to freak and I, we LIVE at her house on week-ends. Jane has taken me on vacations before, because she's awesome like that. The first time her dad broke his arm so they took me to Costa Rica in his place. That was last year. This summer the took me along to the Hamptons with them. Both time's Freak was busy, but not this time. She was all saddled up to head off the the Dominican Republic with Jane and her Family when Freak realized her passport had expired the week earlier. Sucks to be HER. Well, as fate would have it, the ticket they booked never got un-booked. Guess what dirty little bitch took her place? That right, me. So while everyone was enjoying the SNOW back in good 'ol CT I was soaking up the ray's in the DR. SO now I'm back, sitting at my computer feeling sorry for myself. Pretty much my life has been a mess of work, SAT, and homework. I haven't had time for anything and while I've been missing certain events that my friends have collaborated and all I hear is stories about them. Make's me sad. I Miss my friends :(

~Bimbo

Oh, Politics...

Dearest Darling Readers,
So, as you are all (hopefully) aware, many countries in Africa and in Asia are currently in the midst of revolutions. In Egypt, obviously you all know, now-former president Mubarak has stepped down and the country is currently in the hands of the military. But then there's Libya. Muammar al-Gaddafi just won't negotiate or step down. Now, I'm still on the fence about what the "right" decision would be for any of these leaders (also Tunisia and Bahrain are some other major ones), but I know that killing the protesting citizens isn't the answer.

But, obviously, this has all been going on for a while. But what pisses me off now is the Italian Prime Minister. Now you've probably all heard about how the Prime Minister, Berlusconi, was accused of having paid an underage prostitute for sex (the age of consent in Italy is 14 and prostitution IS legal, but the prostitute must be 18 or older), and then using his political clout to get her out of jail when she was detained for petty theft. Yeah, yeah, politicians are in scandals like this all the time. But I just love how this particular scandal had *great* timing. This situation in Italy is slowing down the process of sending Italian troops to the countries currently in turmoil.

Yeah, maybe sending troops in isn't the most ideal way of handling the situations, but at least in Libya, something must be done. al-Gaddafi has definitely been in power for way too long. Everything can always have been handled *better* but sometimes better just isn't an option, or it's too late. I am anti-war, and I don't want a World War III on our hands, but all I'm saying is that Berlusconi's situation just isn't helping anything.

So...that is just my rant on politics for this week. And yeah, I didn't really provide any answers...or even any new questions...but there you have it.

~Book

Why Can't We Be Friends?

Dearest Darling Readers,
The question I propose to you today is this: Can a girl be friends with her best friend's boyfriend? My answer is yes. But some people don't seem to share this opinion. One of my best friends, let's call her Minnie, is going out with a guy, let's call him Mickey, who is also one of my best friends. Some of our other friends think that it's not normal for Mickey to be talking to me more than he talks to Minnie. Personally, I think this is ridiculous. No one would be saying anything if it were Minnie that I were talking to more than she talks to Mickey!

So, okay, it should be disclosed that a few of the conversations that I have with Mickey are about topics that...well they wouldn't exactly be discussed on Disney Channel. But so what? I talk about those things with some of my female friends, and no one says anything about that. It's that perpetual debate about the difference between inter-gender friendships. Can they truly exist? Of course! I can say 100% honestly that I am not sexually attracted to Mickey, and that the feeling is mutual.

So, so what if I'm friends with my friend's boyfriend? Yeah, maybe it makes Minnie a little uncomfortable, but she's one of those people who gets uncomfortable quite often. If it bothers her so much, then she has every right to say something, as I have told her many times, but all those other people don't really have much authority. They can voice their opinions, sure, but they can't get mad if I don't listen. And in any case, I was friends with Mickey before he even started dating Minnie, and there's only a difference now? Plus, I also have a boyfriend, but yet no one says anything about how my boyfriend might feel, only about Minnie (now I love Minnie to pieces, don't get me wrong) but this whole thing is somewhat rooted in unintentional sexism: preconceived notions about how men are the more untrustworthy sex.

What's YOUR opinion?
~Book

ROAD TRIP BABY!!!

Dearest Darling Readers,
So...basically since the day we met, the four of us have been planning EL SENIOR ROAD TRIP aka the greatest adventure of our young lives to date. Right after high school graduation, WE HIT THE ROAD. Well, okay, maybe not *right* after (we'll want to hit a few graduation parties first, pack, and say goodbye to the parents) but by the end of June, WE'RE OUTTA HERE!
We start here in Connecticut and make our way through Pennsylvania (stopping in Philly and Pittsburgh), then Ohio (Cedar Point--roller coaster capital of the world? HELL YES), then Indiana (Indianapolis race track), then Illinois (CH-CA-GO!!), then up to Madison, Wisconsin (could someone pass the cheese, please?), then to Minneapolis, Minnesota (now what on earth could be in Minneapolis, you ask? MALL OF AMERICA!! the largest mall in America! shopping, rides, an ice rink, and more!), then back through Wisconsin, with a stop in Wisconsin Dells (water park capital of the world!), and then on a ferry over Lake Michigan and then a relaxing week at my summer house in Northern Michigan, then a drive home, stopping in Cleveland and DuBois.
So, I know that we're only juniors and this trip is over a year away, but we gotta start planning now! So far we've got a rough itinerary, and we're working out some of the logistics. I'm just so excited for it! The whole trip is 25 days long and I'm sure it's going to be something that I will never, ever forget. There'll be stories for the grandchildren...and then stories that well...what happens on the road trip stays on the road trip, right?

~Book

I HATE MIDTERMS

Dearest Darling Readers,

That's really all I have to say. For people who DO study all year long and get good grades, THIS IS HELL. It means that I'm gonna be tested on stuff that I've already forgotten so I'll fail and end up with a grade I don't deserve. And no matter how much I study IT IS NEVER ENOUGH!!! So then my semester grades, which will be HORRIBLE because of FUCKING MIDTERMS, get sent to colleges and they think I'm a slacker (WHICH I AM NOT) so they don't accept me so I have to go to community college and I am shy so I'm going to be completely alone because I don't belong there and then I'm only going to get a middle wage job and I'll have to work in an office for the rest of my life just to pay the bills and I'll never be able to have kids because I wont be able to afford it and I'll never get married because I'm ugly and unsuccessful and I'll end up dying alone and the only person who will care will be my cats and the only reason they'll care is because I wont be there to feed them anymore which is awful because I am allergic to cats! And It's all MIDTERMS FAULT


Only slightly depressed,
Bimbo :(

A Heart Wrenching Post of Awe-Inspiring Ingenuity

Dearest Darling Readers,
I am proud to present to you the FIRST POST OF 2011!!!
I don't really have a lot to say, except that, like the SATs, I love midterms! "It's the most wonderful time...of the year..."
Okay, maybe not the MOST wonderful, but come on. A 2 hour test counting for 20% of your semester grade? The reason I like them is because I tend to slack off for most of the year. Thanks to midterms, I can study for just 2 weeks and still maintain the same grades that I would have if I studied all year.

But, enough about midterms and my crazy ass love for test taking.

I want to talk about my love for sports bras and leggings. Most comfortable things ever. Ask my friends this is all I wore all sophomore year (well, I also wore shirts occasionally...). This year, I have strayed away from this monotonous fashion (though Bimbo has discovered it). However, on snow days such as today, I am comfy comfy. Avoiding studying for aforementioned midterms.

So...my name on this blog is Book, but I haven't really ever talked about books.
Here it is.

The greatest book I have read in my entire life.

It is AMAZING.

A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius.
by Dave Eggers.


So incredible it will KNOCK YOUR SOCKS OFF.

So seriously, read it. The acknowledgements/prologue is bout 80 pages long and is THE BEST part of the book, so don't skip it. Eggers is the most sarcastic and hilarious writer. This book CHANGED MY LIFE. It is INCREDIBLE.

So read it. Now. Its approximately 400 pages. So, it's not very long. But if that is long for you, trust me, its goes by quickly. When you finish, you will cry because it's over.

If you ignore this recommendation, your life will be forever spiraling downward into a black hole of doom and unwitty writing.

READ IT.
~Book