Updates! Updates! Updates! (So Much Has Happened)

The following things have happened in these past few weeks (in ascending level of importance):

1) I got a 91% Higher Level Matura exam in German, so I no longer have to attend German classes.

Also, 100% speaking test, just to brag a little. Though I've already forgotten everything in these past few weeks.

2) I went to Vienna.

I didn't take any good pics, so this will have to suffice.

The Miró exhibition is the best. I also totally broke the rules and took about fifty photos of the Picasso & Monet exhibition. Hashtag badass. Otherwise, I spent the rest of the day counting all the poor guys forced to advertise iPhone 6 with huge signs on their backs, and shopping at Forever 21. Which is, lets face it, the reason I went in the first place.

3) I got my last ever SAT score back and it's good!!

25th percentile --> 94th percentile

Confession: I still have no idea about what linear regression is.

4) I submitted my application to Vandy, Kenyon and USC!!

Those little green check marks...

The relief! The relief! The fear! The fear, knowing that it's out of my hands now.

5) GRADUATION BALL (separate post to come)

(New profile picture with already 50+ likes. I didn't know I even had that many friends on Facebook.)

Yeah, so that's it in short. Your curiosities have been satisfied. Be on the lookout for a grad ball post.

(Pointless Post on my) Cinderella Fantasies

Remember how much I was looking forward to attending university next year? Well, that isn't going happen. Sob. Things didn't work out the way I planned, and it looks like I'm stuck here for another year. Which isn't the point of my post, however, since staying here for another year means that one of my lifelong (well, more like 3-year long, but we need the dramatic effect) dreams can come true. I can have a graduation ball!

As someone who has been looking at graduation dresses since the age of 15, this is outright amazing. I mean, even the final piece of my AS Art coursework centered around a girl in a graduation dress! Although, she was lying dead in a bathtub, and was supposed to symbolize the loss of artistic value in the world, but that's beside the point. Because we have to look at where the idea was coming from.

Anyway, today I went to select my waltz dress! Which is basically a wedding dress. I've been looking at these beauties for the past three years, I've selected six, narrowed my list down to three, decided those weren't good enough, quickly made a new list last Friday, narrowed my choices down to two, and off I was to try them on!

And - oh my Gosh! Oh. My. Gosh. Oh. My. G- you get the point. Traditionally white, one of the dresses I selected had black lace on it, and it was beautiful.  I was surrounded by 400 dresses, but that one was the only one I wanted to see. Total coup de foudre! It was beautiful, and I was constantly repeating how beautiful it was to everyone I met, like the American photographer in 'Holy Motors'. Except that the subject here was not a sewer-dwelling leprechaun who eats flowers and fingers alike. Yeah, so I tried it on, it turned out that it was a bit short but I remained intransigent about my choice, so they brought in about ten people who attempted to figure out what to do, when I quietly suggested that I could change my shoes. Quelle surprise, it worked.

It worked, and now it's booked for November 29th and this was a completely pointless post, unless you know me really well and know how much I am absolutely obsessed with the idea graduation balls, and how I'd even written a song and rented a dress for a grad ball I was ultimately banned from. But that's a different story...

And for those who'd like to see my Cinderella dress:

Hah, got you! If you actually believed that, I'll come and haunt you in your dreams, bearing a giant fish as my weapon. Though that WAS my actual Cinderella dress back in 2007 (PLUS: cameo by half a pair of hiking boots belonging to my former physics teacher). My 2014 version is, however:

P.S. For those people interested in pictures of me as an MC at last year's grad ball, I'm sorry but I only found ones on which I'm A) missing a head, or B) the size of an antling (a baby ant, it's a thing, you guys!).

P.S. II If you're wondering about why I use words such as intransigent, SAT words are still making my life miserable.

Graduation Ball

Last night, our school held the annual graduation ball, during which the graduating classes each perform separate dances, as well as one together - the grad ball waltz (where girls wear dresses that look like wedding dresses, according to - basically everyone). Before that, though, every senior student receives a ribbon with the schools name and the years they attended the school printed on it. This year, these ribbons were covered in cellophane, apparently on purpose.

Unfortunately (quite a bit unfortunate) my class isn't graduating yet, since we're a five-year class, so I didn't get to dance. However, I did get to MC! That's right. I was one of the MCs. Yay! Wow! Although here we call them the conférerncier and the conférencière. Except they don't know how to spell that. So they simply write "konferanszié". I know.

See, being the Master of Ceremonies was quite important for me. I didn't get to graduate with my former class last year and I won't get to graduate with my current class next year. Although I wanted to, I didn't get to dance this year. When our tutor told us that an MC was needed, my hand shot up like a space rocket, and from then on, it was all about being the one who gets selected, which included going to various German competitions to win over our German-teaching vice-principal. Yeah, I mean a fair share of nepotism was also included, but we don't really talk about that...this is show biz after all, innit?

So when I was there, I got to know the other MC (who, in the words of the drama teacher, looks good at least) and was told to work on the "screenplay". Now, that was hell. I got to write our lines, but it made me question my choice of career several times (I want to be a screenwriter, but you already knew that). Especially since they kept changing everything ten times a day, and I think the final version was called GRAD BALL 23.0. But hey, at least I didn't have to say those painfully cringeworthy pre-written lines out loud.

Anyway, after some disastrous rehearsals, including a 4 hour one yesterday morning, we were there. At 6 PM. In front of the microphone. Talking in front of hundreds of people. And I was reminded of why I used to want to be an actor. And I loved it. (Until I almost cried during the waltz. But I didn't so that doesn't count. Oh, and until my bracelet got stuck in my lace dress and tore it. That wasn't one of the best moments of my life.)

I don't have any photos yet, but I will and then I'll update! Promise!