Monday, August 29, 2011

Pottermore, this is just ridiculous....

So I stayed up all night on the 2nd., and 3rd days of Pottermore early registration, and made it.
I even did that thing that they told me to do, with the:
"Just try to log in through the site!"
My head is gonna explode from annoyance.

Saturday, August 27, 2011

Bridget and the Red Gallon Can

I hate cars. Hate them.
Even Leigh, my carefree 96 Neon, cannot be considered my favorite item.
Now, I have even more reason not to like them. Namely: Gas gauges.

So today I was running errands. I went to the bank to make a deposit for 15 bracelets that I had to send to a woman in Brodhead, and then I walked across the square to mail said bracelets at the post office, leaving my car parked in front of my bank.
When I got back to the bank, and tried to turn on my car, it wouldn't work. It took 3 tries to get Leigh's engine to flip and then I was moving.
When I say I was moving, I mean I drove to the first stop sign, and then my car start to make this putt putt putt sound, and slow to a crawl.
I managed to get a few yards and find the nearest parking space-a handicapped space, thank you very much- before Leigh stopped dead in the middle of a busy square on a Farmer's Market Saturday, at which time I called my father.
He suggested that I was out of gas. I looked at my gas gauge: not quite empty, but I did need to fill up, so I figured I'd feel really stupid if that's the whole problem and I wasted $20 on a check-up and would then spend another $20 on gas. I decided to take his word for it.
After a call to the police department, explaining why they shouldn't give me a ticket for parking in a Handicapped space, I set off, on foot, for the BP station.
BP is not a long walk, but anyone who saw my Tweets would know that I was complaining because it was hot and it was August and I hate walking where cars can see me. When I got there, I grabbed an overly-expensive Red Gallon gas can and made my way to the counter, where a man eating a danish and drinking a coffee made a half-hearted attempt at either humor, or helpfulness. (I'm still not sure which, his mouth was too full.)
With my full Red Gallon Can, I walked the automotive Walk Of Shame back to my car, past people smoking on their porches who called out: "Out of gas?" to my back.
I didn't know how to use the gas can.
My mother showed up and proved equally worthless at using the gas can.
And then I remembered that I have friends at the Farmer's Market.
With a little help from an old man who knew a thing or two about cars back in his day, Leigh got a gallon of gas.
The next part is fun:
So the old man told me that I still needed a lot more gas, and that I ought to go back to BP and fill up, so upon his advice, I put in another $10 worth of gas.
And then I can't find my $10.
So now I have to call mom again, who doesn't answer her phone as a rule (I like that it's one of the 5 pillars of my mom's secret religion, not Islam, but Mumism), and after the 6th call, I ask her to buy my gas.
"Here's my key, there's my car." I say to the cashier at BP, who knows what a shitty day I'm having. "I'm gonna go find my mom to get money so I don't have to steal your gas."
Trekking back to find my mom's car, I find my money, which I still have, because I'm poor, and mom offered to pay.
Much love, best wishes, and PUT GAS IN YOUR CAR!!!!!

Monday, August 22, 2011

writing a paper that takes 3 days...

So I'm sitting here at the library, having just finished an essay about the novel Atonement by Ian McEwan.
I was sitting here earlier, unfinished with a man sitting next to me. He can be viewed here:
As I stood up to go get a dictionary or something like that, the kind older guy said:
"Done with your book report?"
Book Report? This is NOT a book report. This is an essay for an AP Literature class asking me to identify a foil in the novel I chose (Atonement, see above). Using the foil I chose, i.e. minor character with ideas or behaviors that conflict with my main character, figure out how it highlights the strengths or weaknesses of said main character...
shoot. that does sound like a book report. 

Friday, August 12, 2011

In this really, really quick-like-a-bunny blog...

I will tell you that I got a new camera and that I need to go sew an overskirt for my Renaissance Faire costume because that's where I'm going tomorrow.
Bristol Renaissance Faire.
And I will take pictures and have a grand time and then I will blog tomorrow night about it.
And after that I will regale about my adventure last night.
'Twas interesting.
Much Love, Best Wishes!

Monday, August 8, 2011

Blogging more? Let's see how long this lasts...

Hello again.
So. I'm always cleaning my room. it's a long, long task. Half of the reason that it takes so long is that, as I clean, I decorate and I also abuse my netflix account. Which is how I managed to get through all the seasons of Torchwood and Bones and summer isn't even over yet.
Proof of the decorating comes to you in a picture of the new Chinese lanterns I bought online so that my room would have (minimally) better lighting:

Lovely, isn't it?
in addition to doing this, I also used all of those paper cranes that I had sitting around my room from the wedding and didn't have a heart to throw out, by linking them all together to form a chain:

This idea is not entirely unlike the other cranes hanging from my room either:

They are all so pretty.
Anyway, so as I was cleaning this old messy room of mine, I realized that I really drink a lot of Brisk Raspberry Iced Tea. It is apparent in the amount of empty bottles of it around my room. And I'm sure there are more in waste facilities around the state, as this is what I drink on road trips, as well. This doesn't even count my car. I'm sure there are SO many more in my car:
Safe to say that I have an addiction? I believe that would be a fair conclusion.

Saturday, August 6, 2011

Hotel Paper Cranes

So, as mentioned before, I'm staying at a hotel in Dubuque IA, while looking at colleges.
In the bathroom of my room, I found a paper towel on which were written 10 creative things to do with the towel:
The last one said that I should try to make an origami swan. Well I have no idea how to do that, but I can make origami cranes, so I did that!

Friday, August 5, 2011

So I'm in Dubuque, IA right now looking at schools that I want to go to.
I really want to go to Loras Catholic College here. it's so pretty! Just look:

I really love this campus. It's so pretty and old and awesome. The only problem I have is that there doesn't seem to be a huge drama department. I mean they have productions, but even the auditorium is pretty small. 
You know what they say about big auditoriums?
I'm not gonna say larger audiences. 

Later we went to dinner at Applebee's for dinner and I had this amazing steak with bruschetta topping and shrimp, not to mention our amazing appetizer sampler thingy. 
I'm so full :)


Wednesday, August 3, 2011

The Fault in Our Stars. And The Reason I Don't Pre-order.

So John Green has to sign 2,000 books a day for about 75 days or sommat like that. That's because he promised that every pre-ordered book would be personally signed by him.
Well, as much as I want John to sign my book, I regret to say that I find the book would be worth less to me if he signed it in the pre-assembly stage than if I were to take it to a Nerdfighter gathering to be signed in person, as well as my copies of 'Looking for Alaska', 'Paper Towns', 'Abundance of Katherines', 'Will Grayson, Will Grayson', and my copies of Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman and the 'Catcher in the Rye' by J.D. Salinger (reason being for the last two is that they have specific meaning in two of John's books. Also, their true authors are deceased. Walt Whitman isn't in the position to sign my book.).
Also, I love bookstores. And I look forward to going into a bookstore in order to get the new book the day it comes out, rather than thanking the UPS guy who brings it to my door. In fact, while I get my book, I want to go to the Cafe at my Barnes & Noble and get a nice cup of coffee and start reading it right there.
Atmosphere is really important in my life. You should see my room. There are paper cranes hanging from the ceiling and a big Chinese lantern and everything.
But yeah. That's why I'm going to drive all the way to Barnes & Noble the day it comes out, even if there is a possibility that they might not have a copy left. Even though that would kill me.
I just don't pre-order books.
I stake out bookstores.
P.S. Happy Esther Day! I love...all of you :)
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