1 post tagged “romance”

I was going to name this post after the elements that I wanted to include in it, but then I realized that there were so many of them that I wanted to talk about that it really didn't fit in a practical title.

First thing I'm planning to discuss is lonelygirl15, which you spoke to me about earlier today, Trey, and which I'm watching a little bit of now.  You told me that it started out with the actress in the video posing as a regular girl, doing this from her bedroom.  But, she's been an actress in other things, namely Greek.

I'm realizing that the only people on the planet who could have realized that are probably you, me, M and J.  Nobody really ever watched that show.  BUT IT'S COMING BACK!  HOW EXCITING!

Sorry about the caps. 

So, yeah, it's pretty cool so far (I've only watched about three episodes, which constitutes a total of about four minutes, but whatever).

--INTERLUDE--

Aw, hell.

It would appear that my stepmother is here to pick up my siblings.  Now, there's something you need to understand: I really do love my stepfamily.  It's just that sometimes they get to me.  And she's been being all guilttrippy because I haven't been coming down often, which I haven't been doing because they pick on me when I'm there for not coming down often.

Really, people.  Nagging me about it is not going to make me come more often.  It's going to make me come LESS often.  And it also serves just to make me feel sorta bad about myself.  And makes me think that I really can't wait to move out.  Which is true.  In like two years I'll be going to college, and I'm gonna go someplace far enough that nobody's gonna be able to get mad if I don't come home very often.

Sorry.

--END OF INTERLUDE--

What I'm saying, though, is that probably the only people who would detect a correlation between Bree and Jen K are our lovely selves.  Too bad we never watched lonelygirl15.

The second thing I'm going to talk about is college.  As some of you may know, Trey and I are both in the latter end of our sophomore year, and we both (well, I'm pretty sure you did) took the PSATs in October.  What that means is that the College Board has just recently started distributing our information to schools around the country.  For Trey, he's mostly getting science-y schools, being a brilliant future scientist, and for me, it means I'm getting a lot of offers from liberal arts schools.

And by offers, I mean that they're sending me their packages, asking me to respond, with handy pre-paid postage, because they want us to explore their schools.  This brings to my attention just how many colleges there are out there.  I mean, I'm mostly getting schools from the Northeast, and I'm still getting a lot.  That's only a small part of the country.  That's a lot of things to choose from.  And you can only choose one.

Trey knows that I'm very bad at choosing things.  That's why I'm the kind of girl who buys the same lunch in the cafeteria every day, frequents the same websites, has the same morning routine.... I don't like change, because I don't like choosing which changes to make.  So this whole college thing is freaky.

So, if there's anyone reading this that is either in college, thinking about college, or graduated from college (especially the first and third) let me know the pros and cons of those places.  Seriously.  Because I'm freaking out over it, and I still have over a year to decide.  That's not good.  That means that I can potentially freak out for two more years.

Nobody wants to have a neurotic Gracey on their hands for two years.

The third thing I'm going to talk about is romance. 

Oh, come on.  Who doesn't like romance?

And it's particluarly topical, considering the whole VD fiasco this week.  I mean, not that there was a fiasco for me.  But there always is one, somewhere.  Any fiascos, my darling readers?  I had something of an adventure (only really interesting to me; nothing big) yesterday, one day late.

Which was nice.

But what I was really saying with the romance section is that I would like to invite you all to be my Valentines.  I realize that today is not Valentine's Day, and that I'm a girl, and that mostifnotall of you are girls.  And I realize that I'm just words popping up on a screen...

But I feel like that actually makes for an excellent Valentine.  I won't break your heart, and it can be deliciously platonic.  Also, if we're all the Valentine's of each other, then we'll all have our various insecurities scolded into sumbission.

"Silly insecurities! You have no reason to exist! I have a bajillion Valentine's!"

Okay, I admit that a bajillion might be a stretch.  But, you know, I try.

(In case you haven't noticed, this is a very interactive post.  It won't work unless you reply.  Please.  Like I just said, I'm sort of a nutballer.  I like when people respond to my pleas for attention.  I'm only half joking here, people.)

I'm going to wrap things up now, both because this is a heniously long post, and because I have to expend a lot of energy avoiding everyone in my family except for my father.  (I don't even live with my dad.  Those are the dregs, people.)  So I wish you all a good day, and I'm going to go see if I can ferret out someone who wants to go to a Save Darfur concert with me at a local temple, featuring local bands.

In case you were wondering, I'm still in my pajama pants.  And it's like three in the afternoon.  And I've done next to nothing productive.  Except maybe this post.

Finally, for the music section that I've promised and then really not made good on...

Click on this link and listen to "Mrs. Phelps."

For Pete's Sake

It's really great, but it will get stuck in your head like there's no tomorrow.  Consider yourself warned.  However, it's so incredibly good that it's completely worth it.

Hope to get some replies from this one.

(Trey, what are your views on doing a secret project that includes the viewers?)

Love,
Gracey