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Outside, NYC, and fangirling

Ohmygawd it's October 30th. !!!

One more day left before November starts.  And for me, that means I'm going to be tearing chunks of my hair out on a daily basis to crank out enough Times New Roman words to meet my quota.  That's right, everyone, this year will be my first attempt at NaNoWriMo and I'm hoping that I'll not fail quite as miserably as I'm predicting.  Because I want to win.  Not gonna lie about that.

In other news, tomorrow is Halloween, which I personally love, and I think it's actually probably my favorite holiday.  I say holiday for lack of a better word because it technically doesn't celebrate much of anything in society.I'm sure I would love it even more if someone considered me a person worthy of an invite to a Halloween party, but alas, no such luck.  So if I want to be invited to any party in my high school life, I hope it happens soon because if the world is really ending on December 21 of next year, then I only have one Halloween left.  To my knowledge, I think I'm going over to my friend's house to watch a scary movie while dressed as Batgirl.  Party.  Over.  Here. w00t.

P. S. - I may or may not be coming to school a little blue tomorrow. ;)

Thoughts that are hopefully not completely confusing

So... How's life been since August?  On September 13th I turned sixteen, I started sophomore year on the eighth and am now sick like everyone else in town.  SICK LIFE.  The good news is that I'm all caught up on my homework, and there's no school tomorrow, so that's rather convenient.

The other day during physics, I was extremely preoccupied as I was trying to figure out what the equivalent of each class was to classes at Hogwarts.  Tess, I may need your help over here; it's very important.  Chemistry is potions, obviously, but the others confuzzle me slightly.  Meh :(

I don't have very much going on in my head right now, as sickness infects my ability to not be a zombie most of the time, but on the 18th I did go to see Luke Conard, Tiffany Alvord and Alex Goot.  A pictah, you say?  Well, if you insist...

I'm Super Girl.  Statement of fact.  Jokes.  (I'm so modest.)

Also, I've never been super ace at playing video games, but I bought L. A. Noire and man oh man it is AWESOME.  So good.  Detective Cole Phelps = BAMF.

Question:  In season two I could've sworn Blaine said he was a senior, but then last week's episode premiered, and I was like, "Okay.  He must be a senior this year."  But then last night's episode was all like, "I probably won't get the lead because I'm only a junior, and you're a senior, Kurt."  ... What? I'm sorry but, what?!?!  I'm not complaining or anything; this means that Darren will be on next season, but... doesn't Darren look a little bit older than Chris Colfer?  He is 24, and Chris is 21 so...  Slightly confuzzled over here as they KEEP CHANGING HOW OLD EVERYBODY IS. 

I have a blog? Oh, sh-

What's this?  I have a blog?!  Yep, yes you do, Sophie.  Good job.

It's been quite a while since I've bloggity-blog-blog-blogerama-ed around here, so... YEAH.  I've been a little preoccupied, and I have four gaping holes behind each of my twelve year molars to prove it.  It looks mad weird, yo.  From last Thursday to Monday my diet consisted of ice cream.  I literally have five empty pints of Ben & Jerry's Milk & Cookies ice cream containers in my trash can.  That's a lot of ice cream.  Like, really.

ALSO.

Did anyone watch the Glee Project?  Woot woot.  o_O Damian won!!! and also Samuel But DAMIAN. 

I have nothing else to say now.  WAIT- YES I DO:  So I finished watching Angel on Netflix, and now I'm watching Dollhouse.  So. Good.  But I only have three episodes left. *pout*  Maybe I should do my summer reading before school starts in two weeks... Nah.

The Tele & Heat

Does anyone really watch television shows at the actual time they air, on the actual television set?  Cause I never really do anymore.  I usually just DVR it, or watch it on Hulu, or Netflix, or megavideo.  I was just thinking because I've been home all day.

Today it got into the triple digits outside.  I live in Massa-freaking-chusetts.  How the hell is a human supposed to live in heat like that when our bodies have an average temperature of 96-98 degrees?  Imma boilin' myself up out there!!!  But actually.  I don't do well in the heat at all.  I remember one summer, about three years ago,  I was in my neighbors' driveway with my mom and my neighbor, the sun was blazing and I had a drink.  My mom was chatting, and I was finishing up the last drops of my soda.  One minute later I wasn't feeling too well, and I blinked to try and get the weird black spots out of my eyes.  Next thing I knew I was laying on the cement with nervous people all around me.  Fun times.  So I figured since today was hot, I might as well just chill inside, but that means that I get to spend time thinking about stuff like T. V. shows and human body temperature while I watch Criminal Minds.  (I love me some Criminal Minds.)

On a side note, I'm getting my wisdom teeth yanked on August 18th and I'm kinda sorta EXTREMELY nervous.  I've never had any kind of surgery before, and I know it's only minor, but D:  I've never even had an IV.  Color me kinda scared.

Midnight premieres are cool, but not when you walk out looking like a drowned raccoon.

On Thursday night, I was a part of history.  I've been a Harry Potter nerd forever and I was finally old enough to go to a midnight premiere.  But why did it have to be the last one?!?!?!?!


That morning, I woke up due to major excitement at 4:30 a.m.  The day could not have passed by slower.  At 5:30 p.m. I changed into my Harry Potter swag, and was sporting a spiffing Gryffindor uniform.  My fellow Gryffindor, and Slytherin gal pal arrived soon after and together we had a feast while teasing my sister because she's a Hufflepuff.  (She got extremely angry at me...)  We hung out, took pictures, dueled, and discussed the last couple movies along with the books.  We left for the theatre at quarter to ten, and oh my god, why have I never been to a Harry Potter event before?  Everyone was a Harry Potter nerd like me, all dressed up.  Giofuis;evuiygsoy.  So.  Effing.  Awesome.  The movie itself was just amazing.  By far the best out of all eight:  The special effects were SO COOL, the acting was the best, and the writing was absolutely brilliant.  I laughed, I cried, I screamed.  Truely a phenomenal film.

After the movie, we went back to my house and were so jacked on Coca-cola, that we fell asleep at 5:30 in the morning.  If you can do math, yes.  I was actually up for twenty-five hours straight.  Holy.  Crap.

One of my favorite parts of the night was before the previews started, some guy that worked at the theatre was giving away Deathly Hallows Part 2 posters if you could answer some Harry Potter Trivia.  I literally know more about HP than I do about my own life.  For all the easier questions, my hand just wasn't fast enough.  (What are three of the names of the triwizard champions?...,  What class does Neville Longbottom excel at..?, etc..)  Then the guy asked "What is Nearly Headless Nick's last name?" Do you know it?  My hand shot up and two other people hesitantly raised theirs.  The guy called on me YAYERZ.  "Porpington," I say without hesitation.  I got it right!!!  That was so groovy for me, because I never win anything!!!  Then my friend asked me how I knew that.  My response was, "You don't know that?  I thought everybody did."

*Facepalm*  No, Sophie.  Only huge dorkuses know that sort of useless crap.

So, naturally, I was very proud of myself.