Old Habits Die Easily.

Here's the thing.
I've been blogging since...what, seventh, eighth grade? It's freshmeat year and suddenly I can't do it anymore!
Let's use the catchphrase of the day and say...
EPIC FAIL.
I used to blog every day. Sometimes multiple times. Then every other, then every two, and then my blogging patterns would become...erratic. Blog...two days. BLOGBLOGBLOG...three more days pass. BLOG...seven days pass. Like a chipmunk on ecstasy.
Twitch. Twitch.
So, MY LIFETIME GOAL: To blog more frequently. If I can accomplish this by the time I die, I will have died a very pale, wide-eyed computer maniac. But I will have accomplished my lifetime goal, so yay me.

I'm going to do it. I am. I'm going to talk about...THE WEATHER. Yes. The thing people talk about when they have Absolutely Nothing to say.
It was BEAUTIFUL outside today. By Beautiful I mean seventy degrees and berr-eezy.
NOT Beautiful: Booty shorts.
Dear Teenage Girls,
People are prettier with clothes on.
Except Johnny Depp, maybe...and probably that one guy in that one class I have...
ANYWAY.
I don't appreciate catching glimpses of your magenta underwear (I SHOULDN'T KNOW THAT IT'S MAGENTA).
Thank you.
Sincerely,
A Fellow Female Who Is Much More Modest Than You And Thinks You Are A Bit Of A Whore. Especially You, Freshman Girl Who Did Naughty Things With That Senior On The Band Bus And Now We Can't Go To Overnight Competitions Because Of You, You Little STD-Ridden Skank.

Ahem. I mean...uhm...{insert quiet, shy comment here}

My Wish:
That I could do what Hyperbole And A Half's author Allie does.
Yes. I'm talking about her again. But she's, like, one of my blogging idols in the world of Blogging For The Hell Of It. She takes a random topic and writes random things about it and somehow stretches it out and adds pictures so that it takes up several pages and is somehow so hilarious that it has me and my friend falling to pieces in the library until our poor English teacher is yelling at us in the library and then the librarians (who I'm pretty sure are possessed) are yelling at her and then God looks down and goes,
"WHY YOU BITCHES YELLING IN MAH LIBRARY?!"

OH! We went and saw (We being my parents, brother, sister, myself, and my imaginary friend Howard) Alice In Wonderland! Not in 3-D because we're cheap.
It was FANTASTIC.
My parents thought it was just "good." But I loved it. I don't normally do movie reviews, but I'm gonna do a mini one. And nobody can stop me. Bahaha.
It was incredibly imaginative, and just so DETAILED I bet you'd catch something new about it if you watched it a hundred times. The score was fantastic, and the acting was amazing, and everything about it was just GREAT.
HOWEVER.
I haven't read the book.
I'm going to. Probably. Maybe, sort of. But that's what I think.

I was GOING to upload a picture of us playing Apple Juice Pong at the flute party...but my computer is being horribly awful, so you'll just have to believe me...

Love
Love
Love
Samm

Song Quote Of Note: "One, a-two, a-three shoo-bee-doo."
Title: I Love You 5.
Artist: Nevershoutnever.
^^^P.S. Not the BEST quote, but this song is stuck in my head and I had to do SOMETHING.