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Hello Friends and Enemies and Non-Existent People Reading My Blog!

It's been a while, I know. I know. Tell me about it.

I know you probably think that I've grown tired of blogging, or I've died (thankfully not), or I've forgotten my password, or I've converted to the Amish, or I've decided to go on a strike to combat the Internet tax, but no. Although I'd be pretty proud if the last were true.

Anyway, you know what month it is? It's November! And what does that mean? Thousands of bad novels will be written thanks to NaNoWriMo! I am taking my last SAT this Saturday! I will have a Graduation Ball in 25 days!  And I still haven't written my speech and the organizers probably want to strangle me. Yet more importantly, I have less than a month to submit my application to USC! And to Vanderbilt, as a matter of fact. You're asking me how I'm doing? Well, not too well, as it is. My USC portfolio is in tatters. I already hate formatting screenplays, so I have no idea how I will do in the future. But I'm working on it...I'm working on it...

I'm working on it, and that is why I'm not working on entertaining you guys right now, who don't even exist, I know. A blogger always likes to believe she has readers, though, so don't drag me out of my illusion!

I do have a number of posts lined up, however, including but not limited to:

1) one on senior portraits. What a disaster those are. Oh dear. I've even annotated mine using Paint, so I can show you guys how messed up it is.

2) one on college applications, and no, this blog is not turning into The Prospect, which by the way is my latest obsession. Nor are we treading onto College Confidential territory. I won't ask you guys to "Chance me".

3) one on grad ball, once it happens, and if I survive it.

4) oh dear, how shall I say this, I really ought to finish those posts on Paris. No comment on this last point please.

So, yep. That is it. Oh, and I might have had a slight shift in career aspirations. Currently, I'm thinking about becoming an admissions officer. To torture the youth the way I am being tortured right now. Somebody, please take me on a nice trip so I can leave UCAS and The CommonApp behind me. Just for a little while. I feel that they are taking over my personality. I feel that they are "Please elaborate on one of your extracurric-" taking control of "This section is incomplete" who I a-"What makes our college different?"

Erm...they're taking control of who I am.

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September Is Sad + I Watched Boyhood

I was originally going to title this post more inventively. Think along the lines of 'September Is Originally the Seventh Month, So Let's Pretend It's July' or 'No Wonder September and Sadness Alliterate'.

However, I am currently midst a writer's block, it's 10 PM, and let's not once again forget that September is a sad, depressing month that sucks the creativity out of you like an overfunctioning vacuum cleaner.

Please do not be offended by my subsequent bluntness.

So, where do we start? Oh yes, the first day of school. Not much to say there, the incoming 9th graders had distressingly short skirts, but you know what they say? The younger you are, the shorter the skirts get. Or something like that. But who am I to judge?

Which leads me to my second point. Recently, I decided that I no longer want my closet to be made up of black pants and matching black tank tops, with occasional metallic spikes thrown in. That's why, on a whim, I decided to go shopping, which turned out perfectly, except now everybody's like:
"Where did you get those over-the-knee socks?"
"Wow, do you think floppy hats would look good on me to?"
"My gosh, I should wear skirts more often, too!"
"Did that tragus piercing hurt?" (Oh yeah, I got a tragus piercing over the summer, along with some others. After 8 years, my mom couldn't stop me)
So no, I don't follow fashion. Fashion follows me, apparently.

Anyway, what else? I've finished my CommonApp essay about five minutes ago. The struggle was real. I'm still not entirely convinced that it can be submitted. I mean, I absolutely love how it turned out, but it reads more like a contemplative short story than an essay on how great I am. Yeah, we'll see about that.

Oh, and then there's graduation ball. So, I've been waiting for this since I was 15. I've got a beautiful dress. I've carefully considered whom I'd like to invite. I created a Pinterest just to find hairstyle ideas. I watched 34 make-up tutorials and spent more than I'll admit on make-up. And it's all falling apart. Why?

• The music. We'll be dancing to this song, which just about sets the mood for a lap dance. Had I known we were to dance to this, I'd have ditched the ballgown and gone straight for the latex bikini. Honestly, I was a strong advocate for this and this song, but you can't convince the mob.
• The class dance. We're basically doing aerobics. And we'll have to dress as lawyers. Again, I had a great idea for a Charleston dance, but again the crowd wasn't impressed. I mean, they liked it but that's as far as it went. Now I have to kiss my flapper fantasies goodbye.
• Thirdly, nobody seems to consider the fact that parents and grandparents and teachers are invited to this thing, who are now going to watch their beloved grandchildren and kids and students shake their asses to screeching music, in miniskirts. 'Cause that what we'll be dancing in. Oh well...

On another note, I watched Boyhood. I don't know why this is news, but I did, and I was pretty impressed. It was just what I had expected really, it wasn't better nor worse. I'm not sure if it really deserves all the hype around it, but it's a solid film. I'll probably review it on my tumblr, but for now I'll just say that what I liked the most is how it isn't like a film at all. If you've read Syd Field's screenwriting book, you'll know how a film has 3 acts, and two plot points. Well this didn't, and that's what made it so realistic - there was no obvious plot, it's just bits and pieces of somebody's life. It's also set in real time, with music (and an Obama campaign, which might have been my favorite scene!) indicating what year it is, and that's simply genius! And-

Oh, yeah, did I mention how once I start analyzing a film, I can't stop? If not, I'm mentioning it now. Intervention has been called, so I won't continue. Find the review on my tumblr. Though it might take a while till I post it...my posting has been so sporadic there recently that it's become the haunted house of the Internet...

 I also went to the Bristol open day, but I've just noticed that I haven't posted about my time in Paris yet either, and that was a year ago. So yes, you might read about me visiting Skins filming locations next September.

Quick photo before watching Boyhood. And no, I haven't kept to wearing black. My tights were turquoise, for the record.