As for the HP movie: I think you can guess what I'm going to say before I say it. 

I grew up with the books, always loved them, and basically have far too much fondness for them.  So I'm happy as long as the movies can include major plot points, have acting that isn't complete fail (:P maybe.  Did anyone else notice that Slughorn kept randomly squinting at the camera and contorting his face for no reason?) and not make me facepalm every two seconds. 

Half Blood Prince did okay at that, as well as having the sectumsempra scene which I heard wasn't going to be in there, and it made me laugh, so I'm not complaining.  I am easily sold, it seems. 

7:05: I tried to raft on our 1 foot deep river today.  In a half inflated inner tube.  It would have been all right, if the trees hadn't kept attacking me.  D:  Gnarly trees, with spiders in them.  
      I should go to that book club thing this Saturday, but I really don't want to.  The people are intellectual there and they talk a lot about wars I've never heard of, in reference to books I didn't understand.  And besides, I didn't even LIKE The Grapes of Wrath.  It was good and all, but I spent 3 months on it. 
    
 

I just realized something about the ending of Mirrormask (something blindingly obvious, of course). 

...and all I have is a ghost plot, sad excuses for characters, and...a group of maniac pixies armed with an injection that makes people turn into bird spies.  :D  Genius, eh?

Mom is looking into me changing schools (I've wanted to for a long time--my old school is made of suck) but she keeps changing her mind and it's screwing with my head. 

And OH RIGHT since I don't know if I'm switching schools, I'm doing summer reading for both schools, including and not limited to The Communist Manifesto by Karl Marx.  (restrain your jealousy)

I have to come up with a short story for my writing class by Thursday. 

On another note: somebody told me I was cool today.  Then again, this person is commonly referred to as E.T. so her judgement probably can't be trusted.  STILL.  I don't think anyone has actually called me cool in like...my entire life?  My best friend in elementary school thought I was so uncool that she had to give me cool lessons so I could function as a human being.  =P 

On yet another note: my writing camp is pretty valuable in teaching me stupid things.  Like this pickup!line:
Is there a mirror in your pocket?
Cause I can see myself in your pants. 

I'll leave you on that. 
Tracy

11:42: I WROTE THE FIRST DRAFT OMGYES.  --is master of life--  Today actually transformed into riotous fun, in the form of eating dinner with everyone at my writing teacher's house and discussing harry potter and how immature teenage boys are.  I am never going back to sleep now.  EVER.  O.O

So.  I'm in this writing camp and they want me to write about a life-changing experience of my childhood.  
      The problem with THAT is that I was the most boring child in history.  I read a lot of books, spent a lot of time in the park writing poetry, and played fantasy games with my equally lame friends.  

In other news...
 

I made chocolate avocado cupcakes today.  They're all creamy and thick, instead of fluffy.  And they have holes in them for some reason--they're kind of sad and mutated. 
               And, while I know it's pretty much shameless decandence at this point, I'm going to see THE DECEMBERISTS (a folk band) tomorrow.  I just watched their O, Valencia! video on youTUBE today and they win the prize for the strangest and coolest and most-effort-involved music video ever.  The whole thing is over 9 minutes long, and it plays out like a movie with actual dialogue and a plot.  I love how all The Decemberists songs tell stories.  
               My mom has begun the SAT wars again.  They're an annual thing now.  
               Things would be much simpler if I weren't obsessed with guys.  
                I think I sweated out my internal organs during driving practice today.  

                It's 16 days until my 16th birthday. 

Facebook is evil (and so bloody addicting!).  It also makes zero sense.  Due to accidental malfunctioning, I added this guy multiple times--which for some reason horrifies me.  It's probably the best timesuck I've discovered yet, what with adding friends (this seems to be 90% of what people do on facebook), taking lame and invasive quizzes, and finding the new RELIGION my classmates seem to have created.  

So yeah.  I've been doing art for the past 5 hours or something, listening to a Protector of the Small audiobook, and thinking.  
            Thinking, pretty much, about my situation which is normally what I come back to when I have too much free time.  It stands thus: I am an incredibly shy, awkward person and can't communicate with people because I always think they aren't going to like me if I DO show them what I'm really like.  Thus, I make school friends okay but have a helluva time making close ones.  
           And, as well, the other funny thing I've noticed which has to do with lack of control.  Facebook actually gave me this little piece of wisdom.  I'm in the kind of mood where I almost cried when I saw it because it says so much of what I'm feeling:
                      Permissionlessly stolen from Nathan: i think i try to hard, either that or not enough. Definately not enough, maybe too much. Ok i try when nothing comes of it but when something would have come of it i already have given up, almost perfectly aliened to fail. Wow i suck!
 
         So.  I just quoted facebook.  It's almost midnight, okay? 
        But, anyway.  Having issues with my own suck levels.  Feeling insane.  God, I wish I lived in Tamora Pierce's world.  It's almost unhealthy how much I love books, and I should admit now that the reason for that is escapism. 

I love how I'm still using semi-big words on this when I can barely keep my head from hitting the keyboard. 

ANDD: so.  Eighties/pirate dance coming up next friday, in a tent outside our theology teacher's house.  If I don't go, feel free to taunt me mercilessly.  I have sworn that this time I will make an appearance, since it's been 2 years since my last dance (I hate and fear the things like oil fears water.  Huh, bad analogy.  I tried.)

Seriously, you have my permission to...I don't know.  Kick me in the face?

1. I am sick.  No filming for computer apps tomorrow, I guess, and that was the one thing I was actually looking forward to. 

2. shantytown last night was INCREDIBLE.   The pictures are pretty much amazing and I would post them, were I skilled with a camera enough to get them onto the computer.  Suffice to say that somebody built a gigantic 5-person-fitting whale and beached it in the center of the street.  Oh, yes.  
             As I may or may not have explained, me and my parents made a somewhat pointless idea shanty, which was based around an idea-dispensing machine.  Vending machine capsules come out, and inside them are slips of paper with ideas on them (most of which I was forced to write over the course of 3 days) and then people put their own ideas back in.  
            This makes a lot less sense without pictures. 
            But the problem is, when people put ideas back in, 90% of them are little kids so the ideas end up being 'eat yourself' or 'make more time to jump on cads (?!).  So.  I am still supposed to fulfill the idea/dare the machine gave me and go up to a stranger and delicately kiss them on the hand.  o.O

3. I went to a writing contest awards ceremony that:
              a) I turned out to win only because there were 2 other people in my age group, compared to 19 in the other group and 
             b) it was with a story I wrote in eighth grade, back when I was even lamer than I am now 
             c) I got sick immediately after eating their reception food.

So here.  The story that won me $100.   
(...Is not even on my hard drive.  I searched for about 20 minutes.  It will go here when I find the thing)