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pottermore
me: eww i might have to wait until 4am for the clue!
non-harry potter fans: you’re not staying up that long, are you? you’ve got to be kidding me. that’s insane.
harry potter fans: i know! so soon! i can’t wait ahhhhhhhhhhh!
July 2011
50 posts
tumblrer's block
i’ve been doing plenty of interesting things lately, for sure, but i just can’t seem to think of anything to write on tumblr.
there is definitely something wrong here.
there's a lady on project runway who looks JUST like mrs. rocha
and it’s seriously freaking me out. i keep thinking, what is mrs. rocha doing on project runway? i know it’s not her, but it’s creeping me out nonetheless. the lady acts completely different than mrs. rocha, just adding to the weirdness.
i remember when every conversation didn't end in discussions of standardized testing
have we nothing else to talk about?
there is more going on in our lives than the sats and college apps. we must have more in common than that…right? sometimes it worries me.
“percy shelley, mary shelley, lord byron, their whole crowd, they were basically steam-punk hippies. but they did it before it was cool, so they were steam-punk hippie hipsters.”
—my cousin, kat
How controlling are your parents in your life?
honestly my parents are not really that controlling. they trust me and the decisions i make. i have a great deal of freedom in what i do because they know that i will make good choices. i know i’m really lucky on that account, for sure.
if you want to know what my parents are like, think about a mixture of claire and phil from modern family and the parents from easy a, except a little less weird, hahah.
mostly i don’t do things that would warrant their needing to take control of me, like acting out or getting terrible grades or any of that. i’ve been grounded once, but i knew it was a dumb thing to do when i was doing it and i never did it again after it. i’ve done my fair share of getting in trouble, to be fair, but i haven’t gotten in a lot of trouble at home.
they don’t rag on me to study more—in fact, they think i worry too much about grades and stuff. i occasionally get yelled at for bickering with my dearest brother, but for the most part my parents and i are on the same page. i’m close to both of my parents, but they let me live my own life.
Do you have more clothes than fit your closet?
actually, my closet and i are different sizes so i don’t have any clothes that fit my closet.
Academic Dishonesty. Very sad →
chronicle.com
eww.
i would like to preface this post by saying i do not approve of what this guy does nor would i employ his services, ever.
but what he says about our education system? totally correct. we’re so focused on grades and completion that we’ve stopped learning to become educated and instead learn to pass the class. it’s really terrible, and it’s why people like the shadow scholar exist. he’s not the bad guy so much as the people making him necessary.
there’s a lot more i could say about this, but for now i think you should just read the article because it’s quite interesting.
it really kills me when
i read a facebook status or a tumblr post and i make some snide comment or stupid joke, but i don’t post it because i don’t know the person well enough so they’d think it were weird.
humor lost…such a tragedy.
I may be regurgitating everyone's thoughts right now
But isn’t it sad that we’re more upset about a drug-addled singer dying of an overdose (isn’t that original) than 90 young innocent kids being massacred while attending summer camp?
Don’t get me wrong - I love Amy Winehouse’s music and think Back to Black is one of the greatest soul/blues albums ever recorded - but isn’t it strange how our priorities lie?
my thoughts exactly
the best song on the planet
there was a great big moose
he liked to drink a lot of juice
there was a great big moose
he liked to drink a lot of juice!
singing oh way oh!
way oh way oh way oh way oh!
waaaay oh waaaay oh!
way oh way oh way oh way oh!
the moose’s name was fred
he liked to drink his juice in bed
the moose’s name was fred
he liked to drink his juice in bed!
singing oh way oh!
way oh way oh way oh way oh!
waaaay oh waaaay oh!
way oh way oh way oh way oh!
he drank his juice with care
but he spilt some in his hair
he drank his juice with care
but he spilt some in his hair!
singing oh way oh!
way oh way oh way oh way oh!
waaaay oh waaaay oh!
way oh way oh way oh way oh!
now he’s a sticky moose
a really, really sticky moose
now he’s a sticky moose
a really, really sticky moose!
singing oh way oh!
way oh way oh way oh way oh!
waaaay oh waaaay oh!
way oh way oh way oh way oh!
now that’s the end of this song
and we’re glad you sang along
now that’s the end of this song
and we’re glad you sang along!
Dear Spam Anon,
I have never in my life wanted to see you naked. And I will not be finding your profile or hitting you up on Facebook. Now make like a tree and leave.
Also, lolsummer69? Wow, how clever.
yeah i deleted that ask
What comes next?
not to sidestep the intention, but…
i think it’s really interesting to see how everyone interprets this question, dear anon. the answers that people give are actually quite representative, in my opinion, of their personality. who gives a cryptic answer, who gives a sarcastic answer, who gives a literal answer, who over thinks it and gives a confused answer, that sort of thing.
and now i’m wondering what my answer says about me, of course…cue the nervous laughter and over-analyzation.
but anyway.
want vs. should
i think it’s really important for me to distinguish between what i want to do and what i think i should do. but it’s much easier said than done, that’s for sure.
i don’t want to become one of those people who does things simply for the college app or because their parents want them to. i want to make sure that i’m doing the things i’m doing because i want to do them and because they’re important to me personally, instead of just because i think i should be doing them. i want to be passionate about the things i’m doing, not drudge through my life. i don’t want to fake my way through. sometimes i can’t even tell whether i want to do something or it’s just my sense of responsibility trying to convince me to do it, and that scares me.
deciding the difference between desires and obligations is an ongoing thing, a search for the person i want to become. but i don’t want to lose myself in a quest to become the best version of me.
what's one good thing about leaves?
let’s make like trees and leaf
have you ever eaten any insects before?
you know how everyone says the average person swallows 8 spiders per year in their sleep? well that’s an urban legend. it’s not true.
you can now sleep sounder.
muffliato would be helpful
this week i’m a counselor at a day camp, and we all have camp names. my co-unit leaders, our crew and i decided to be harry potter characters, so my compatriots are called dobby, luna, bellatrix, and cho, while i am going by tonks.
i had some difficulty choosing a nickname, but seeing as i tripped more times than i have fingers on the trails today, i think it’s fitting, hahaha. it’s also a good camp name in general, since it’s short and easy to say. on friday when we have dress-up day i’m going to wear my deathly hallows t-shirt and get some fake neon pink hi-lights like tiffany’s got. easy costume.
today was the first day of camp with our group of campers, because yesterday was “training day.” dobby, luna, and i have been to camp as long as we can remember though, so we’ve kind of got the run of the place. we’re actually in the adult position in the group, with some incoming freshman as our slaves helpers with the group of girls, since we’ve been there so long. the downside of being well-known at camp, however, is that everyone knows us as ellen, olivia, and tiffani, instead of tonks, dobby, and luna. and though we’ve been going by camp names for a good 5 years, the directors pretty much NEVER remember to call us by our camp names.
of course, this is very bad. it’s part of the fun for the girls to guess our names at the end of the week. one year i told the girls i shared the same name with a talk show host, so they got it into their heads my name was oprah and almost didn’t believe me when i told them otherwise. another time i borrowed my brother’s water bottle and they saw his name so they thought my name was samantha, shortened to sam. my name never comes to mind when randomly guessing names so unless someone slips up and calls me that, they almost never guess. it’s a last-day-of-camp tradition.
it’s the other people slipping up part that is not so avoidable. first the nurse called my name a good 5 times across the camp center, wondering why i wouldn’t respond to ellen. then my dearest dobby had to get me to sign a form and tapped my shoulder, saying “ellen! ellen!” while luna glared at her from over my shoulder, because i didn’t turn around. and when my mom came to pick me up, she was talking to another adult RIGHT in front of the girls, saying “yeah i’m ellen’s mom! hey ellen! come on, we’ve got to go!” staring at me.
it’s driving me insane. i didn’t slip up at all today, and how does everyone reciprocate? by slipping up with my name. the girls weren’t paying attention today, but they’re going to start soon. they’re all ten or eleven, so they’re not dumb. i’m good about not responding to ellen, but they’re going to start catching things. keeping real names secret are a really big deal at camp and it’d be awful if someone ruins it for me.
i cannot tell you how many times today i have mentally yelled at someone, “SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP CAN YOU NOT FIGURE OUT WHY I AM NOT RESPONDING?!?” while they’re screaming ellen in front of the girls and staring at me blankly when my back is turned. they are going to kill me. or me them, whichever is more convenient.
