So my dad got the old laptop of a coworker for free, and he decided to give it to me! I mean, I guess it's technically for everyone in the house, but I'll definitely be the one to use it the most.
Though it is used, what is awesome about it is that is has Windows 7! And a full keyboard plus number pad! And it is a whole lot like the big, gray laptop I used all the time in 8th and 9th grade! Since those days ended, I've mainly just kinda borrowed the other laptops when necessary, including my sister's, so it's nice that I have one that I can (mainly) call my own.
It's relatively big and pretty heavy, so I doubt I'm gonna go tote it around school unless it is absolutely necessary, but at least I can spend more of my time at home on things that aren't just watching Netflix and reading on my phone. And it makes me feel younger again, since the experience brings me back to being 13. It isn't quite as fast as I think the gray laptop had been, and who knows if its battery can last without being plugged into the charger all the time. but it still does the job perfectly fine. Once I've done a little more personalizing, it's definitely gonna feel nostalgic. Who knows? Maybe I'll start playing AQ again and posting on Facebook and watching Pewdiepie and playing Nightcore... Okay, the last one is definitely a given. I started getting back into looking at new Nightcore a month-ish ago- unfortunately, they often use the new popular songs that I'm actually not much of a fan of... (Oh yeah, and Green Day came out with a new album on Friday, but the songs don't sound quite like what I'm used to hearing from their old stuff, so... that sucks.)
This is the first time I'm posting from this laptop, and this is definitely making me nostalgic as well. Dang, man, it was just about 4 years ago that I began this blog, but it feels like it was forever ago... I envision my old bedroom, with the Hello Kitty furniture and the corner desk with my online school supplies and the bookshelves and the lyrics sheets stuck onto my wall with Bendaroos above my drum set and all my old artwork on display for me to admire... Not everything was splendid about that period of time in my life, but it was still pretty dang good. I'm glad Younger Me enjoyed it, because I don't know how I'd feel if I looked back on that time now and instead of remembering how much I enjoyed being left to my own devices in my bedroom, recalling that I was quite the bitter buttface all the time despite having the good life.
Things seeming to come full circle when the 200th post is next week just seems so fitting, for some reason. I feel pretty pleased about that, even though this is such a small thing to be enjoying.
Okay, that's definitely enough reminiscing for now, so let's get on with what else happened this week besides being given the laptop!
FMA Day was very fun for me, even though very few people recognized the characters on my shirt, much less what I was trying to dress as.
So: FMA T-shirt (tucked in), black jeans, Batman combat boots (I didn't show the sides with the Batman symbol), pocket watch, bracelet, and my sister's red jacket. Turns out the only jacket with the right shade of red that she owned was a blazer. I was like "Oh no!" but with everything together, I... actually looked pretty cool. The back of the blazer ends right at my waist, and same with the black jeans, and then the front of the blazer kinda flares out (the term might be "fly-away"?). It's nothing like Ed's jacket besides color, but I looked and felt like a total boss. I am also inclined to say "chic", for some reason.
So, that was my whole ensemble, and I had my mom French braid my hair the night before for a complete look that somewhat resembled Ed but mostly was just super cool.
I tried to keep "Ready, Steady, Go!" stuck in my head for the day, seeing as that's the FMA opening I have completely memorized and it always gets me super pumped. (Well, honestly, all the songs get me super pumped; that one is just easier to remember the whole song for, and it was the first opening I thought of when I said to myself "I should play FMA songs in my head all day.")
I guess I'll just mention that the group project I was scared of last post actually doesn't seem like it'll be that bad? I mean, I've never written a research paper with a group before, but the topic is interesting- the aurora borealis- and I'm not stuck with a bunch of butts. Isaiah is in my group, and I know from working with him on homework and stuff that he actually does put in effort and stuff. (...I said "and stuff" twice in that last sentence. Ow.) The other two guys haven't done as much work as me and Isaiah yet, but it's understandable because they actually have jobs and stuff like that, and they don't seem like they're intentionally trying to bail on us. We have a lot to do, but I feel pretty confident that we'll actually get it all done on time, despite everything else I have to worry about, school-wise, lately.
Among those is the college application, of course. I linked my counselor and my two recommenders (I'm not very sure about having my math teacher anymore, but it's possible she'll be my optional third if I feel I need another person...), so I don't have to worry about that anymore (supposedly), and I'm feeling a bit more confident about my essay idea, even though what I have written is surely waaay too long. I plan to try free-writing the same idea a third time, and then typing up all the parts that I like from the three drafts to see if I can turn them all into one decent essay. The idea is kinda embarrassing, I think, but it feels right. I guess I'll post my essay here once it's ready. (No, I won't even bother with summarizing the idea, because it just sounds stupid, much like some of my stories.)
I haven't made that much progress on the early-graduation-or-not decision I need to make. I tried calling Stanford, and the lady had just said that the decision depends on whether I feel like it's better for me to continue with college classes or use my time for something else that is also going to help me intellectually, grow as a person, that kind of thing. So, it sounds like just intending to use that time to develop my talents might not really cut it.
My mom had presented the idea that maybe I could do an unpaid internship, since my sis had actually done that once for a short time in Alabama. In my case, it would make the most sense to try becoming an intern at a scientific lab. I looked online for things like that, but most were paid internships that happened only in the summer and needed prior experience. Not very helpful for me. Pretty much, I'm hoping I'll get the chance to go to one or two of the places that were very close-by that had once put up info on a paid internship and ask if they're willing to accept an unpaid intern with no experience early next year. Maybe they'll actually give me a shot, or give me a similar opportunity instead. It'd be incredible for me to get something like that, seeing as I intend to tell Stanford I want to study Human Biology but am not totally sure if I'll really be happy in such a profession...?
A few weeks ago, we'd talked about the creepy clowns in North Carolina in English 1010 before they'd even been close to Utah. And now, incidents are happening here and in some other states, like Oregon. It's ridiculous that people managed to start this phenomenon, especially so close to Halloween. I'm seriously hoping this dies down, fast.
Then there's also the hurricane in Florida that's making me fear for Darkrai's safety. He said he'll be fine, but... that thing is huge. It's going to affect absolutely everyone on the Southeast coast of the US. Why do you do this, Darkrai? Why do you have to live in that area? And not flee the state? WHY?!
I had a dream a few days ago, and I'm not entirely sure how I feel about it. It's like... I don't like it, even though I can't think of a truly disturbing thing that happened in the dream, and yet I can't stop thinking about it. I can barely even think of how to describe it.
Basically, what I remember is that there was a machine downtown that was pretty hidden- on a street that few people went through- but it was pretty much what was keeping our world from falling apart. Like, literally falling apart. If the lever was in the other direction, then the Earth started breaking into tiny pieces and we'd all float about on the small chunks and the world would be completely destroyed unless someone switched the lever again before the pieces got too far apart from each other. Apparently, someone was planning on doing just that, and I was trying to find the machine before it was too late and the world got ripped apart.
This, among a few other aspects of the dream, felt very familiar, so I'm sure I had dreamed something very similar to this once or twice before. I remember passing through a dress shop (one of the parts that made me very uncomfortable about the dream; I think it was mainly the employees, even though they never actually did something bad while I was in there... I think I could just feel wrongness come out of them or something) and, before that, I had wandered about a mansion that apparently belonged to my principal...? I think it was kinda part mansion, part mall-inside-of-a-very-fancy-building. And speaking of mall, I had a dream a few days before this where I saw one of my old friends, who now dresses quite goth, in a mall. She was in this one, too, but her role was more like a tag-along (in comparison to just so happening to see her in a store) because she had nothing better to do at the moment.
What was different, though, and was so freaking frustrating was that I didn't have shoes on. Only no-show socks. That meant, even though I was on a mission to essentially save the world, Dream Me couldn't bring herself to run on the pavement with only a flimsy piece of fabric for protection. I mean, it was understandable, cuz self-preservation, but I could just feel how much slower I was moving in comparison to how fast I should be moving. I wanted to scream at myself!
Anyway, I ran- excuse me, walked- all through the city, especially in the train, in the mansion, and trying to get through the back door of the dress shop to escape the employees- all of them were somewhat creepy males, if I'm not mistaken- and, right in the street at the back of the store, lay the machine. I had almost reached it when I felt the ground break and the world started falling apart. There was a screen on the machine that showed something that looked more like a simple representation of the solar system, and the different dots on orbits slowly started drifting away from each other, but it was really our planet that that was happening to. I managed to turn it off a few seconds after, and everything pieced back together and everything was okay. I knew that was really lucky, because a little longer would've meant doom for us all.
That's pretty much my dream... Yeah, not as weird as some of my others, I know. I guess that's another part of why I don't understand why I'm mildly perturbed by it and have been thinking about it the past few days, and that I wish I didn't think about it... *sigh* This is weird.
Yesterday, we finally performed the dances. (...Did I even talk about practicing dances? I feel like not much.) The Multicultural Night finally rolled around, and it turned out the only performances were going to be those that my mom prepared with the Relief Society (plus me, since I'm not in the RS yet, and one guy who agreed to be in the "Viejitos" dance). 7 in total. My sister and I ended up being in 3.5 of them. We did "Susua" with the lady who I think is the RS president of this ward, "Tahiti" with all the women, and "El circo" with them again. And at the end, we came in halfway of when my mom was doing "El Negro", which is one of the really fun Jalisco dances. At the last minute, though, my mom had come up with that, and then at the very, very last minute, she decided to stick me and my sis in other traditional Mexican dresses that had big skirts too so that all the other participants could come out in the end in their varied dresses and costumes and we'd all be different and it'd look cool. That got a bit messed up, since a few of the performers didn't actually come out when they were supposed to, but otherwise the show went quite well.
Just kinda wanna mention a few small things before I go for today. One, I had put myself on the community college's emergency contact list... or whatever that's called. Basically, if there's an emergency, they will call, text, email, whatever in order to let me know about the emergency. A few days ago, I received things in all three ways, so that they could test whether it was actually working or not. The email and text looked pretty normal, but then they'd called me during class. Obviously, I didn't answer, especially because it wasn't from a family member, but a voicemail had been left for me. I didn't know it was from the college; I assumed it was a wrong number yet again, but I figured I should check anyway. I listened to it last night. The voicemail was only 3 seconds long, and had the voice of a female, the kind that sounds like it's used for announcements and call centers and the one used for robots. That voice.
All she said was, "Again, this is a test."
Then it ended.
I'm serious. I luckily caught on very fast to what the voicemail was about, but I was just imagining how creeped out I would've been if I didn't know it was the community college.
I feel like having a call/voicemail with a computerized female voice saying something like "This is a test" could be great for something suspense. I'm really hoping I remember that to see if it'll fit into a future idea for a story.
I envisioned sometime during Sacrament meeting today about what I might do in college when General Conference rolls around... Because of Zoey 101, I have a rough idea of what the dorms might be like in college (though I doubt they'd be that swag), and I remember a few times they'd have the news or student shows playing on the TV on the first floor of the dorms, which were kinda a lobby/living room kind of deal. If such a thing exists in my future dorms (I feel like probs not, but one can dream), then I'd probably want to see if I could put on GC there. It could be really cool, because it'd be a chill environment for me and other members to watch together, and maybe bring some friends, and we could provide the opportunity for other people just passing by to get intrigued by what the heck we're watching and join us for a bit. The idea makes me happy.
My dad and I just went to the first part of a college prep workshop today (at LDSBC, which is why it's on Sunday). And... that's pretty much everything.
I've got a lot I hope to do this week, so wish me luck! K bai!
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