Ici est un TAG

Well hey there, bloggy blog. I have thought about you. I really have. I've even missed you. Let's be friends again, okay?

Favorite Band/Artist: Teitur.
Favorite Music Video:I adore Teitur's Louis Louis.
Favorite Movie: Becoming Jane
Favorite Book: Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows.
Favorite Designer/Label: Alexander Wang.
Favorite Festival: I don't have one. I'd love to go to the Bluegrass Festival in Brown County Indiana for giggles and a good time.
Favorite TV-Show: Gilmore Girls.
Favorite Person/Icon: This is a tough one. I suppose I look up to JK Rowling quite a lot.
Favorite City/Country: New Orleans. Specifically the French Quarter. I am in love with summer in that place. And the beignets!
Favorite Moment Ever: This is quite a tough question. I think my favorite moment ever is one night when I was at my camp. My cabin and I laid out on the asphalt, which was still hot from the sun that day, after everyone had gone to bed. We just sat there and looked at the stars. I laid there and held hands with my best friend and I just felt so infinite. It was lovely.

Boys, Being Behind, and Baths

Hello to you all!

Yes, I haven't posted in a while. Yes, I am really going to try to post on here. I have started plenty of posts and deleted them half way through because I thought they were dumb. Tonight, I will post something regardless of how good I think it is. I am free from my shackles of perfection!

Blogspot, I think I need to tell you something. Something critical about my life. That thing is  this-- I like  a boy. Many of you are probably thinking that that is no big deal for a sixteen year old girl. It is for this sixteen year old girl. I am so damn picky. You have no idea. I also dislike most boys at my school as people and the others are not fit for me to date. Of the boys at school I know I only can imagine myself dating one of them, but even then not so much. We're just friends.

Anyway, I positively adore this particular boy. Not only was he completely obsessed with Harry Potter and the fandom during the same period of time that I was, but he had bad acne like I did and dresses incredibly well. We talk about fashion together. He is in no way a  homosexual. Not at all. He scored in the top .5% in the country on the PSAT. He's attractive. He is intelligent. Within the first few weeks of our friendship we began to think the same things at the same time. It was weird. We are so ridiculously similar yet so different and AH. It's wonderful. He was my first kiss.

Now for the downer-- he's at college. He is at college as a freshman 7 hours away from me by car. Also, he was a long distance relationship with a girl who lives on the east coast (we're in the midwest). They went to high school together and she graduated in 2008. No, he was not cheating. Just by the way. They have an incredibly open relationship. And oh yeah-- she likes girls too. Good for her, but can't she just have girls and give me him? Please?

I mean, who knows if I can even have him. We go to the same summer camp, and that is a huge part of my life as well as his, so we'll see what happens. He was a counselor there this past summer.  I was a counselor in training. Mmm. Scandalous. The story of us meeting and getting together is actually a wonderful story.

He left for college the Friday before the last week of August and is hopefully returning mid-October. I'll keep you all updated :) I think we'll all be lovely friends. I'm excited.

I'm about 70 pages behind in my AP United States History reading. I have an AP English essay tomorrow-- our first. I am sosososo scared. It's in class, by the way. It's about foils. I'm doing Hamlet. Now, I am an incredibly intelligent young lady. My damn anxiety disorder holds me back. I'm on meds for it now but I'm still dealing with how to actually do homework and believe in myself. We'll see how that goes as well. I'll let y'all know.

I'm from Minnesota, by the way. Eden Prairie, to be exact. I LOVE COMMAS!

Now I am going to take a bath, read my AP reading for tomorrow, and go to bed.

All my love,

Amanda

Sexy: Teitur. He is my favorite musician. Google him! Oh, and boy, of course. Shall we come up with a code name for him? My lovely friend Marion comes up with the codenames, although I suppose the online codename should be different from the IRL codename. How about Levi? We'll stick with that, man. Okay. Tangent done! It's what I do.

Unsexy: Strands of hair that stick to the side of the bathtub/shower. SICK.

AP Courses and Messy Rooms

Hello to you! I have never been one for blogging, but I decided that I ought to give it a try.  I never had a livejournal, but I did have a Xanga. I really liked Xanga. It was the cool thing to do. Then it got boring and slightly creepy, so I stopped. I also have a Wordpress but I am just not a big fan. People seem to highly enjoy Blogger, so I thought I'd try it. Hello, Blogger. I hope we can be friends. Maybe even BFFs! We shall see how this goes.

So I am in two AP courses: AP American History and AP English Literature. I am enjoying them both, particularly English, but I have a large workload this weekend. I have to interview someone of my parents' generation and someone of my grandparents' generation. I think I'm going to interview my mother, but I'm not sure who else to interview. I think it will be an interesting project. We're interviewing them about the American Dream. It should be really fascinating. I'm looking forward to hearing what my mother has to say. These classes are also interesting right now because we are reading things that some of my ancestors wrote. We just read a piece my William Bradford. My goodness is he boring! Silly relative. Ha.

I am not a clean person. I am a messily organized person. No matter how hard I try, especially during the school year, my room turns to ruin. It always ends up being covered in 1) clothing and 2) paper. Mostly clothing. I just hate hanging things up! It is such a pain in the arse and takes forever. Also, I have plenty of homework to do. It seems so pointless to hang things up when I have actual productive things to do. Any sort of cleaning to me does not feel productive. It feels like I am doing something for absolutely no purpose. I actually love having a clean room. It's decent right now. One can see most of the floor, desk, and all of the bed. It's pretty good for me, but my mother hates it. I really don't think it will ever stay perfectly clean. Sorry, Mom. Love you!

I have been inspired by Miss Hayley Hoover!

Sexy: Boys who are clean. Clean shaven, clean smelling, and clean looking. Yes sir.

Unsexy: Grease. In any form.