Starbursts, Dates and Productiveness

It's 8:53pm - one hour and seven minutes until bed time (a time that is much earlier than when I actually fall asleep) - and I'm sitting at my desk, comfortably curled up in a pile of blankets, listening to 5 Seconds of Summer and writing this blog post when I should be doing homework.

Oh well.

I'll just wake up half an hour earlier tomorrow morning and get it done.

Haha. IMPORTANT LIFE TIP: don't be me when it comes to homework, or anything else that needs to be finished.

Seriously. I'm writing a blog post that sucks and eating Starbursts at 9:02pm and I still have at least half an hour's work to do on my presentation on the Vietnam War.

Ah, screw it. I'll finish this first. It's more fun.

Um. Don't tell my teacher I said.

Not much has happened since Sunday.

I visited a high school on Monday.

My friend and I went to the mall on Tuesday. He almost set me up with his neighbor ("almost" because the boy has a girlfriend. I'm still mad about it, even though my friend promises that he didn't know. Ugh. Boys. *sigh*) and I got my other friend a doge t-shirt. We also got Starbucks - he got a hot chocolate and we later went back to get him a refresher, while I just got a refresher - and candy (mini Starbursts and Swedish Fish, two of my all-time favs).

Those are pretty much the only interesting things that have happened to me since Sunday. My life isn't being very chaotic or insane right now. I apologize. 

OH WAIT.

I JUST HAD A BRILLIANT IDEA.

It'll probably bore you to death, but y'know, I need something to write about.

So, at the mall, my friend and I were playing Truth, and he asked me what my dream date is.

Short Version

We'd spend the day at the beach before going to see a movie (at a drive-in theater) in a pick-up truck, the bed filled with blankets and pillows and curl up in.

Slightly Longer Version

We'd spend the day at the beach. I'd be dressed in my favorite flip-flops (this really cute pair I got at Nordstrom last summer), dark wash cut-offs (my summer essential) and a cute top. We'd run around, splash in the waves, walk along the sand and watch the sunset. The movie playing at the drive-in would be Mean Girls, Pitch Perfect or Harry Potter, and we would cuddle in the truck bed among the piles of blankets and pillows. The date would end with a perfect kiss.

Now, I'm not going to bore you to to death with the complete version - I doubt you guys care about brands of clothes or every second of this perfect date - so I'm going to skip to the more interesting part.

So, after I tell him this, he's like, "Y'know, Darcy has a pick-up truck, and his house on Martha's Vineyard is near a drive-in..."

I thought he was talking about the boy he was trying to set me up with.

It took me a moment to ask.

"Wait, which Darcy are you talking about?"

His reply made me hit him (somewhat playfully): "No, Hemmingway."

Darcy Hemmingway is my ex-boyfriend. Darcy Evans is the boy he was trying to set me up with, the one who ended up having a girlfriend.

I got mad.

It was actually kind of funny.

So, yeah. That's my interesting story of this post. That happened yesterday, on the fifteenth. Let's move on today.

My friends and I are very productive students.

In Spanish class, we spend most of the time drawing and on Instagram (the school gave us laptops. What did they think we were going to do?) and being teenagers. Yet I'm actually really good at Spanish, and so are the other girls in my class. We're pretty cool that way.

The boys, on the other hand, suck, but I don't really care about them that much, so yeah. Moving on.

In science, my best friend and I spent like ten minutes on Google Docs, holding down the "command" and "enter" keys and watching the pages add up. It was fun. I got to two thousand before getting bored.

So, yeah. That's all for today. Sorry for being boring. Maybe I'll have more tomorrow?

XOXO,

Annabelle

(P.S. It's now 9:31. I just spent over half an hour doing that. More time then I spent on English. Haha.)

Starbucks, Dancing and the SSATs

It's 8:48 in the morning on Sunday, December 13th, 2015. I woke up about an hour ago, yet I've only left my bed once, and that was to grab my laptop from my desk - which is approximately four feet away - so that I could type this post. 

I'm exhausted, pretty sure I'm sick and I really want Starbucks right now. Preferably a trenta caramel frappe with whipped cream (hey, don't judge - I really like frappuccinos and I really want caffeine right now). But because it's early and I'm too young to drive, I will not be getting a trenta caramel frappe with whipped cream this morning.

And that, my dear readers, concludes Life Problems With Annabelle Brown. Ha. Haha. Hahaha. Sorry. That wasn't even funny. Like I said, I'm tired.

So, moving on from that terrible joke (if you could even call it that - btw, you couldn't) that I kind of want to delete but am not going to... 

It's been like two days since I last posted. I'm really sorry about that. A lot has happened since then. Nothing that's actually interesting, but a lot has happened.

 

I'll start with Friday.

My school had a dance. It was fun. I'm pretty sure there were less than thirty people and nobody really danced with another person - slow dancing, that is - unless you count one couple who danced for about thirty seconds, but other than that it was an enjoyable night. There was food, drinks and games in a separate room for those who didn't want to dance. I took a lot of pictures and spammed the people following my finsta. Overall, it was a pretty successful night, especially if you take into consideration that my dinner was three snack-size packages of Skittles and my dessert was two peppermint chocolate cookies.

 

On Saturday I took the SSATs. I'm pretty sure I failed, but I have accepted that. 

I am not taking those tests again. The first time was bad enough.

For those of you are lucky enough to not know what the SSATs are, let me explain.

SSAT stands for Secondary School Admissions Test. Basically, if you want to get into a private high school you have to take them. They are terrible and I hate them more than anything.

Actually, I probably could've avoided taking them. I kind of want to go to public school. Dammit.

Testing was at this private school about half an hour away from my house. I had to get there by 8:30 and the test started at 9. There were six sections:

1. The first was a writing one, where you could either write a short story based on a prompt they gave you or an essay with a pre-selected topic. I chose to write the story because I dislike essays with a burning passion (though I do prefer them over presentations).
2. The second was math. This was torture. It was like 9:30am and I had to do math. I mean, come on people! Math that early in the morning? Who came up with this?!
3. The third section was reading comprehension. Some of the passages were really boring and I kept spacing out - don't judge, it was early and I was tired and I wanted to be back in bed - but other than that it wasn't terrible. I still think I failed, but at least some of the stuff I was reading was semi-interesting.
4. The fourth was verbal reasoning. This wasn't so bad, but I think I still got at least half of it wrong. I know I got this one question wrong - I don't think I'm supposed to like talk about the questions on the SSATs, so I won't tell you what it was - and I'm really mad at myself because I totally should've gotten it right! It's a word they use in Pretty Little Liars a lot, and do you know how many episodes of Pretty Little Liars I have watched in the past month?
5. The fifth was math. Again. This section was a little harder than the second, which basically made me want to scream in agony and pain.
6. The sixth section was super quick because it was only like fifteen questions (maybe sixteen, I can't remember).

There were two breaks: a five minute one in between sections one and two, and a ten minute break in between sections three and four. The test took about three and a half hours to complete, including breaks. I hated every second of it. Except for the breaks. Those were fun.

I'm pretty sure those tests broke my brain. I was exhausted the rest of the day.

Well, either the tests broke my brain or I'm just sick (see, Annabelle, this is why you don't wear camisoles outside in the middle of winter). I think it might be a bit of both.

The only funny thing about the SSATs is that my friends and I think we found a typo in the second math section of the test. We were laughing about it at the end of the test. Hehe.

Other than that, they completely and totally sucked and I never want to take that test again. So I really hope I did decently.

Wow, that was really boring, wasn't it? I'm sorry. I'll try to have a super interesting week the next seven days.

XOXO,

Annabelle

(P.S. It's now 9:33am, not 8:48.)

My name is Annabelle.

Hello, world. I'm a teenage girl just trying to survive the colossal mess known as her life, writing to you from within the sound-filled rose-colored walls of her bedroom.
I'm here blogging to you about the things happening in my life, the good and the bad, the smart and the stupid, the bright and the dark. All of it, laid out in the open, for people to judge and criticize and comment on.
That scares me. I think it would scare most people. Anyone who says that they aren't terrified by the idea of having their life displayed for the public is either lying or a much braver person then I am. They're most likely lying.
I find that it's sometimes good to get your thoughts out there - written down or typed out, read or private, just... out there. Someplace where you can take a step back and look at it - at everything - from a distance.
Preferably from somewhere very, very far away.