BEDA Day 21: Sloppy Firsts? More like, Super-Mega-Foxy-Awesome-Hot Firsts.

I first heard about this book series by Megan McCafferty from Hayley's blog, back in 2009. It was just before Perfect Fifth's release so I devoured the entire series, and had my best friend's hooked as well, within weeks. It was love at first chapter, I swear. In no time at all my mother was sick of my ranting and raving about how amazing the writing was. But, mom! It really feels like the diary entry of a teenage girl! That's so cool! I have multiple distinct memories of being in public places, surrounded by friends, reading Charmed Thirds and laughing out loud.

The story is so much more than just a Girl In High School story, or a "coming of age" tale. It's relatable, yet beautifully unique. I'm sure everyone can find something familiar; I know that I can in my dread of school and hatred of the group of peers I've been left with. Of course, Marcus Flutie was easy to fall in love with, too. As a young girl, there's that definite appeal of the bad-boy type--and I've always had a thing for red heads. In the last few months of it still being cool, I decorated my Myspace profile with icons and quotes galore. Watching him grow up with Jess was wonderful. Even if at times it was hard to stomach their troubles, they both turned out all right in the end, and that gives me more hope than anything.

I would recommend this book to everyone. I talked to a shy, freshman girl from my math class last year about books and just knew I had to convince her to give it a read. Passing on this book is so exciting! I think that the life lessons Jessica learns are crucial, and learning them with her instead of on my own was way more fun.

Jessica is my angstier Rory Gilmore. I love her so much and I'm sure I always will; it's been amazing to have her around when i'm feeling generally pissed off at my high school and it's inhabitants. I've re-read the books every year since my discovery, and now as I enter my Junior year of high school I'm as excited to be able to have her with me as I finish this journey as I was to start it with her.

BEDA Day 18 for real because yesterday was day 17.

To calm my conscience, I need to write a clarification. Ahem. Listen up: Bar-b-que sauce will always and forever be my #1 favourite condiment. I don't know how it slipped from my mind the other night, but I feel awful about it. I just had to make this clear. Whoo! Now I can relax.

My grandmother has always sent things over to me that she's some how gotten her hands on--overly large jean jacket things, conditioners, lots of anti-frizz cremes-- and I appreciate the thought, I do, but most of the things just can't be used and take up space, but lately she's taken to sending over fashion magazines. 'Lucky', mostly. I've flipped through them because I do like clothes and I kind of have a thing for Seventeen magazine, so it can be fun. Except, it can also get really annoying. I hate the way these people word things. And the prices! Sweet Jesus, what the hell is that about?

I really, really hate "Runway Fashion", like the shit that's made by famous brands and shown off in like, Paris and places of the like: I hate it. The majority of the time it's all butt freaking ugly, and so damn expensive. It's absurd. I can't believe how much of a waste of money this stuff is! Does anyone ever actually buy any of these ginormous, odd-shaped dresses covered in feathers and car parts, or whatever? Nobody would be able to wear something like that anywhere to do anything! How do they make so much money?! Why is it such a big deal to people and models and Tyra Banks? I get it that it's like art and to each their own; i'm not saying I have a problem with you if you don't agree with me. I'm just saying I do not understand the appeal one bit. And it's annoying. But you're not annoying! I love you. I love clothes. I hate ridiculously high prices and the people who place them.

BEDA Day 18: I'm a piece of bread! Stick me in a toaster!

I've just stopped myself from doing something I could potentially be embarrassed about for the rest of my life and remembered to blog before falling asleep! Go me!

I started watching Weeds today and I kind of love it so far. In one of the episodes, though, Toast, from the Mary-Kate and Ashley Olsen movie Sweet 16 edition, made an appearance. So, of course, I came upstairs to go to bed and popped in my good, old VHS, Getting There. Toast has so many good lines that I am going to use. I quoted this movie before I ever actually quoted movies. My best friend's best friend from growing up's nickname was actually Toast. Like, before I knew them, this movie was a connection for us and I think that's cool. When I first met them and they all called her Toast and we all realized we were all not only white, young girls growing up in the early 21st century, we also all watched Mary Kate and Ashley movies?! Total bonding moment. There are a lot of similarities between Toast and her, though I see a lot between Toast and me, too.

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I spent Monday night with the same group in said best friend's backyard around a fire, roasting marshmellows, making what they call "doughboys", eating four cardboard pizzas, and generally laughing off all the calories from the food, but i'm paying for all that fun now. Even though I sprayed copious amounts of big spray, I have literally got 23 mosquito bites; I counted. They're all ginormous now because I have poor self-control. I look like I have the plague. And I know what that looks like! I watched a very long, awesome History Channel documentary about the Middle Ages on Netflix last night!

Oh! And a few minutes ago, just slightly after stopping myself from being stupid, I was hit with another wave of Post Potter Depression while reminiscing about everything and the future.

It's my last week of SuMmEr 2o11 beeyotches!!!!!!!!!! party.

BEDA Day 13: The blog that was on fire

SO MUCH HAS HAPPENED IN MY LIFE TODAY.

I broke my princess pen, I did laundry for the first time in far too long, I did the dishes, and agreed to give my friend a ride home from work in the middle of the night. So, that's what I was doing at midnight and that's why i'm writing now and not at 11:59 like usual. I am a good friend, guys. Sacrificing properly blogging on time to help someone out.

So, I got some things done on my list! You know, a few house-cleany type things that I should do more often for myself anyway; still, a dent is a dent. Words of wisdom, right?

Lex awarded me the Blog on Fire award, which was lovely of her and it really does remind me of The Hunger Games, which is an awesome bonus. Apparently I don't have to list five things about myself, but I like talking about me, so I will anyway.

1. I am actually allergic to the sun. Which makes quoting certain lines from She's the Man fun and factual, and it's a great excuse for my lazy ass to not be in Marching Band anymore.

2. I would do almost anything for Mcdonald's dollar sweet tea.

3. I tried to give up pop for my new year's resolution and that worked for months, but man, when I get back on that carbonation truck I get back on it good. I won't even tell you how much soda I went through in just two weeks. But because I drank so much in such a short amount of time, there's none left in my house and I haven't drank any in a while again.

4. My dad is a cell phone.

5. I have a pretty fantastic long-term memory, but a really horrible short-term memory.

Woohoo! Five facts about me again! Yeah! Now it's bed time.

I pass this award most honourable onto:

Abby

Laney

BEDA Day Nine: CHICKENS

I was too in doubt and went to the right place, Laney. She told me to write about chickens and here we are. About to travel down the path of chickens together. (That word always looks weird to me, like ugly and misspelled.)

Chickens, or as Wikipedia calls them gallus gallus domesticus, are awesome and delicious. I really like cold chicken leftovers from KFC with bar-be-que sauce. Actually, any sort of chicken with bar-be-que sauce is my favourite. Chickens are pretty cool living too, though! Which is an accomplishment for them. They're a sub-species of Red Junglefowl which could possibly make a good band name.

Apparently they were first domesticated for cockfighting and not for egg and meat producing. That's interesting, and Wikipedia has never been wrong before. People have always had their priorities straight then, haven't they? Huh, here I thought it was just us. Go cockfighting! Or something...I think...What's cockfighting?

The thing on top of a Rooster's head is called a comb?! That's funny. I like that.

This is cute, right?:

I think it is. He's just wild, in his environment, wonderin' the grass and such. Adorable! Look at his eyes! I mean, there's no way I could beat Laney's penguin waddle gif, so I can't even try. This is cute.

Ooh, there's a Murray McMurray Hatchery! Hatchery is a great word, so hatchery's are probably a good place, right? It's a Headquarters! That's an important word! AND IN IOWA! Aren't I-States the best?! I think I've heard that somewhere. Let's road trip to Murry McMurrays!

Chickens are good.

BEDA Day Eight: I'm not very good at throwing in change. Or catching it. Pretty much just picking it up off the floor.

There's some huge things going on, and I figured I'd throw my two cents in.

The London riots are horrifying. I can't believe it's still going on. Young, angry people have taken a situation and exploded it, turning it into a chance to steal Wii's and X-Boxs. Innocent people are terrified for their lives, trying to hide in their homes and businesses, only to have those being burnt to the ground. I have the BBC news stream open and it's truly shaking to see all of this happen. Like, this is actually happening. This is the wrong way to go about accomplishing anything; this is pure destruction just for the sake of destruction. People are dying, lives are being destroyed, for utterly no reason at all. Who knows when all of these people will decide that they're done doing this? I mean, do they really expect they'll just be able to go home and play their Playstations after having just burnt down half the neighborhood? How can they live with themselves?

Why is it so difficult to be nice? Why can't people just help each other as human beings? All of this shit seriously needs to stop. I don't know what to do about it, but something good needs to be done. That's the mob-mentality, though, isn't it? Once they get the violence down in one area, another area goes up into flames. All of the people that I know of over there aren't in any of the targeted areas, but I can't even imagine the worry and concern of everyone there and here.

My thoughts and prayers are with anyone affected. <3

How to be a super lazy person.

There are many key points to being a lazy person, and it has taken me all day to get to the computer and open this tab to compile them. This is doing lazy correctly. I have succeeded; I am a lazy person.

1. Don't do anything. Nothing. For a long time.

2. Sit a lot.

3. Even better, lay a lot.

4. Sleep. A LOT.

5. Don't put on clothes or do laundry.

6. Eat, but nothing that requires effort. Cereal right out of the box is good.

I think that's it.

Here you have it, folks who desire to be lazy. Stop being productive and having fun and doing things with your life! Just stop and do nothing. Woohoo laziness!

A look into the diaries and notebooks of Cece.

So, I didn't blog yesterday, does anyone really care? I don't.

I was going through all my stacks upon stacks of binders and notebooks and folders and whatnot piled up around my bedroom, trying to take inventory and figure out what I need for another year of hell. What I found, of course, was unsurprising and entertaining. Lots of different notebooks of all different sizes filled with writing. Lists, random words/thoughts, paragraphs of nonsense, documentations of middle-school life around notes on the crusades and vocabulary words. It's a lot of fun to read through things like this, it's why i've always liked writing in a diary, and now blogging. I'm sure in a couple years having this around to read could be really awesome---you know, if I ever actually start writing about things.

I have these two small, blue notebooks that I absolutely love even though they're horribly embarrassing. The smallest one is from 6th grade. It's pages are covered in Harry Potter fanfiction (something I've stopped doing) and the lyrics of songs changed to be funnier for me and my friends (something I've done multiple times this week). It's hilarious and did I mention embarrassing? Oh God, the writing's bad. The other, larger, brighter blue notebook is one I just bought last year, so it's got the more recent ramblings. The first page is a picture of a toilet drawn by my friend and a couple quotes from AVPM surrounded by notes for NaNoWriMo and such. A lot of the notebook is nanowrimo writings and songs and other related things. This was what I carried around at school and where I wrote anything that came to me during the time I was in class, not learning.

I remember for my 6th birthday my mom got me a Little Mermaid diary. It was the cutest thing ever. I didn't really write in it for a few years. I mean, partially because I really didn't write much yet, and partially because I was busy playing and such. The first few pages are my mom listing some of my favourite things for me (We were on vacation at the beach, so, Young Cece Favourites, Beach Edition: 1. The water or sand 2. water slides 3. swimming 4. crab hunting. And then in my own large, messy, pink handwriting: Corn, Sloppy Joes, Candy. I'm pretty sure i've always loved food as much as I do now. Also, corn. Yeah. Cornchord 4 lyfe.) and she wrote about what I thought of my first day of school for me and adorable stuff like that. Then I practiced uppercase J's for a few pages, outlined my hand, drew a heart and a smiley face, and mentioned how good kissing bodyguard was and how much I like dresses. Ha, no, but I did just draw a bunch of shapes and practiced words and math and that kind of thing for a while...Oh sweet Jesus. I also went on to write little songs, poems, and plays when I was like, 9; ohhhh my God, I am crying from laughing so hard. This is all pretty embarrassing stuff. I think i've shared enough, though...

Nostalgia can be fun. I'm really glad that words exist.

The count:

About 20 notebooks, most about half-filled.

Five binders.

Seven folders.