Dream Planters

I just saw Inception with Julia and Jordan. Best. Movie. Ever. I had kind of lost hope in humanity when it came to movies, because in the past five years, most of them (with the exception of Kung Fu Panda, Toy Story 3, and Despicable Me, all animated) have totally sucked. But Inception renewed my faith in mankind. Hooray, Hans Zimmer!
Completely unrelatedly, CTI (college tour institute, dubbed by Ebony) ends Tuesday, and me and my friend Kristin have to perform Breakaway as a 'graduation' song. In front of hundreds of people, including the principal of a very prestigious arts high school. Now, I'm happy wih where I'm going, but what what if they offer me a position? I didn't audition there, becasue A) I knew I wouldn't get in, and B) I don't really want a career in acting or singing. But if they really like me, should I go? I already had to make a decision between two completely awesome high schools. I don't want to do it again. But it's probably not going to happen. I'm not that good.
And then there's Brian. Ever since the trip, he's been avoiding me. I think he possibly has the sneaking suspicion that I like him. But that's too bad, because after Tuesday, I may never see him again. I NEED to stop liking assholes. It will be the ruin of me one day.
How many among you love, like, or are even remotely interested in Harry Potter? *Counts raised hands and nods in satisfaction* A lot of you I see, (this is an entirely metaphorical assessment.) Well, if you do, you HAVE to watch A Very Potter Musical, and then A Very Potter Sequel. I nearly crapped my pants, I was laughing so hard. I must warn you though, there is frequent...mature... language in both of them. I wouldn't recomend them if you're under the age of ten. You wouldn't really get it if you're that young anyways. But seriously, there are very few Youtubed things of this stature. StarKidPotter, if you ever read this, you are a genius, and I kiss the ground you walk upon. Thanks for changing the way that I look at life.
Buenos dias,
mi gusto patatas frías,
el bigote de las cabras
es Cameron Díaz.
(Good Morning
I like cold potatoes
the moustache of the goat
is Cameron Diaz)
Communtiy, For The Win.
Christy

OOOOHHHH YEEEEAAAHHHH!!!!!!!!!

This is SO COOL! Seeing as I'm out of town, and am leaving tomorrow morning, I feel safe disclosing the fact that I am in Tampa. But there ain't know way in hell I'm telling you the name of my hotel. But we are having FUN! The only person here from my school (besides my sister. And me) Is my friend Cave (pronounced Cahv-ay. We all call him by his last name). He has a friend whos most desperate wish is to get laid this summer. *cough* MANWHORE *cough*. He's going into the 9th grade for God's sake! He doesn't need to get laid! So what we did was, he called him with my phone. Cave says "So yeah, my friend, she lent me her phone." And then his friend says, "She? Her? Is she hot?" So he asked to talk to me, and I kept on flirting with him and messing with him. And I gave him a nickname. His name is Charles, and I called him Chaz. In my, opinion? Best. Nickname. Ever. And we saw FGCU, which is a totally gorgeous college. Okay,I'm gonna cut this short, because its late, and I keep getting distracted. But i want to say thanks to Erick for reading these. THANKS ERICK! There.
Puffy or Crunchy Cheetos?
Puffy. Definitely Puffy.
Christy

A Whole Week Without Supervision!

That's right! A whole week! I'm going out of town for 5 days, and my mom is not allowed! That makes me so happy.
I realized something last night. When it comes to matters of the heart, I am a coward. The guy I like (and I'm putting his real name), Brian, Is just cool. In general. And I want to tell him that I like him (I've decided that it's actual like, and not just interest)but I'm not brave enough. I can stand up in fornt of a crowd of hundreds, and give an improvised speech. I can sing in front of all of them too. I can Jump off of my roof. I can do a bunch of gymnastic tricks. BUT I CAN'T TELL A GUY THAT I LIKE HIM! A guy thats YOUNGER than me! Am I the only one whot thinks that there's something wrong with that picture?! I'm even too scared to give him the website for this, because now it's here, plain as day and available to the whole world that I like him. I've never actually told a guy that I like them. I've successfully told them that I USED to like tham. But not presently. Cuz once, there was this guy, Nick, and I liked him for a good LONG time. SO this jerk Satyen goes and tells him, and it completely ruined our realtionship. He would never be alone with me, or talk to me one on one, until a year later when I stopped liking him, and told him. I was permanantly scarred by that experience, and feel that if I ever tell a guy that I like him, then it will completely screw up our friendship, and Brian and I have a great friendship. I have to spend a week in close contact with him, and it would be awkward. But I want to tell him soon, so that if the highly improbable does happen, and he likes me, we can, you know, spend some time together. *Ahem*.
Julia, when you read this, find him online. As in facebook. Due to my not having one. Maybe you can be brave for me?
This is the second Brian I've liked. The first lives down the street from me, is a year older, and I once saw him smoking. So he's definitely out. Even though I haven't liked him in years.
Don't EVER put a plastic bowl full of popcorn kernels in the microwave. It won't end well.
Christy

Nerdfighting and Recliner Back Stealing

I made an intersting discovery yesterday. I don't like any of the guys I've been eyeing recently. I am merely interested in them. I know this because I've been bouncing from boy to boy. Out of sight, out of mind. It was different for John (or Mark, if you prefer). But since then, I've thought that I liked 3 guys. And it turns out I didn't. Thats never actually happened before. I usually stick with one guy, good and solid, for a LONG time. There's this new guy on tyhe college tour with me, and I'm interested in him. But the thing is, this started Wednesday, and I'm going to be hanging with him for another 3 weeks. The other guys I spent no more than one week with. Un otro problemo es that he's a year younger than me. He's going into eighth. But I don't care. He makes me laugh. WAY more than Ricky. And he reciprocates. Ricky barely gave me the time of day. Usually, I'm a behavioral specialist. My friends always go to me to find out what guys behavior means or whether they're flirting. I am constantly hanging out with guys. I know how they act (Richard, shut up). But when it comes to me, I can't tell. I can't even tell if I'm flirting. I come back to my friends from a conversation with a guy and they're always like "You were FLIRTING" and I'm completely at a loss. I wish I could tell.
Today, after camp, it was decided that we were going to watch a movie (and it had be something that James, my 5 year old brother, could watch). It ended up being Mary Poppins, which I grew out of a WHILE ago. My sister was sitting in the recliner. My mom wanted to sit there, so she tried to make her stand up. Which having some small semblance of pride, she didn't. In fact, I sat down with her. So my mom calls my dad (who is very big and very scary when fighting against him) to get us out. He was was lying down, so I snicker and say "He's not gonna get up" because he likes lying down (who in God's name doesn't?.) So obvoiusly, he takes the bait, stands up, and tries to oush us out of the chair. We held on for an impressively long time, but eventually, he won. We're both extraordinarily strong girls, but my Daddy's a man beast. So he gets on the chair, and we try to push him off. We almost succeed, but instead remove the back off of the chair. The part you lean on. My sister yells "THIS PART IS OURS!" So we take it back into our room, start yelling what we think as Indian war cries. I pushed my bed in front of the door. My dad just bulled right on through! He opened the door and pushed the bed! Thats crazy. He got the chair back. Unfortubately. I fought like a true nerd though, and I'm proud. Frank, you know what I mean.
HOO HA! NERDFIGHTERS!
Christy

If You're Reading This Hank Green...

Then I absolutely love you. And if John Green is reading this, I love Hank Green even more because he told super-famous-amazing awesome brother about it. And I also really love him, too. Paper Towns is my favorite book ever. To add to list of people I love is Richard, who FINALLY got around to reading my blog, and even followed it. YOU DA BEST, RICHARD! And also Katie, who's telling everybody about the blog, and they don't even know me.
HAPPY BELATED FOURTH OF JULY EVERYBODY!!! I meant to write this yesterday, but I was busy being a lazy bum. And also, if I had written this yesterday, my password notifaction to My Pants wouldn't have failed, and I wouldn't have sent an email to Hank Green, and he wouldn't even have the slightest possiblity of reading this. And to John Green, I'm in the process of writing 2 novels right now, and would SERIOUSLY appreciate any tips you might want to give me. I'm kinda iffy about putting my personal email where the world can see it, so can you like, possibly leave a comment saying that you'll help me (if, you know, you ever actually read this) and I'll email you.
To everyone else out there, you should totally check out brotherhood2.com. It's about how Hank and John Green, brothers, swore not to communicate by text for a whole year, submit a video blog every weekday for the whole year. It's entirely hilarious, and In Your Pants jokes will NEVER get old.
EVERYONE POOPS IN MY PANTS!
Christy

On the Subject of Dogpiles

This past week has been entirely EXHAUSTING. But I loved it. Last year, and for 8 years prior, I was a camper at my church. Every summer, I had a totally kick-ass time, especially last year, when my counselors were Charlie and Amanda. If this ever gets to you, you guys are DA BOMB, and I really wish you would come back. Stupid college summer school requirements. So anyways, I came back as a Volunteer this summer, and I ended up with my little brother James' group. Normally, they would be called the munchkins. Up until this year, there was the Tiny Tots(3-4 year olds), the Munchkin Boys and the Munchkin Girls (2 groups, 5-6 year olds), Shorty Boys and Shorty Girls (7-8 year olds), Junior Boys and Junior Girls (9-10 year olds), and the Teens (11-13 year olds). But this year, they changed it all around, mushed the sexes, and took away our distinctive names. And also, they took the old cool lime green staff shirts and replaced them with these totally gay (no offense to homosexuals, but there is simply no other word for it) yellow tees with with a smiley-faced, besunglassed sun. For my whole life, the C.I.T.'s and volunteers and counselors were green shirts. That's how we referred to them. The green shirts. But now, the year I finally get to wear them, they turn yellow. And the worst part? The campers shirts are lime green. So I look around, see green shirts, and think "authority". Then I remember that they're the kids, and I have to do a mental facepalm. And also, that ugly shade of yellow doesn't match with ANYTHING. Even jeans are a stretch, and who wears jeans in 1,000,000 degree weather?!
Despite the minor *cough* MONUMENTAL *cough* changes, I still love my job. Like I said, I was with my brothers group, and their age is conceivably the best, because they're young enough to be cute, but old enough to behave. And I LOOOVE them. I had two favorites (obviously excepting my brother, cuz that's not allowed), which were Maxie and Sammie, the cutest little boy and girl to ever exist.
We were supposed to go to the beach for our field trip, but we found out yesterday that it was going to rain, and I heard that the water at that particular beach wasn't entirely sanitary. So we made a split-second decision during my lunch break to go to Super Wheels, which got me pretty psyched. I love roller skating.
At the end of the trip, I was tired, hurt, had ripped jeans (I've owned them for THREE YEARS, then comes the skating rink, and cccccccccrrrrrrrrrrr that was my ripping sound effect, and they tear!), a slightly wounded ankle, and an entirely FED UP temperament, I wanted nothing more than to lie down and sleep. (Which, I had already done several times during the week, probably not of any shock to you). Imagine my surprise when we walk in the classroom, and all the kids lie down and claim they want a nap! It was glorious. No one actually slept, though, much to my ever-lovin' chagrin. No, they played graveyard. It was after that that it got nasty. I decided to be the nice and cool volunteer, and pick them all up in one arm and swing them around. About ten kids wanted to go "One last time PLEEEEAASE!" three times, so at the end of that, my arm was tired and I was dizzy, and I still had a headache from Super Wheels, so I collapsed on the floor. Then, predictably, one of the more obnoxious kids (ahem, Nathan) yelled "JUMP ON HER!!" And so there I was, at the bottom of a seventeen-child dogpile. And THEY were complaining! They were all like, "Oh, my hair!" and "OUCH my thumb!" And I was lying there underneath them all thinking "SHUT UP you whiny little bastards!" And they hadn't had enough! After Vicky, the counselor, yelled at them enough to get up, they had to jump on my back and try to drag down by hands, and just generally KILL ME!
That's what I get for being the cool one.
Unfortunately, this was my only week, because my mom paid a thousand dollars so me and my sister cold go to some stupid four-week college prep thing What the hell?! I haven't even started high school yet! And it's worse for Theresa, because she just got out of sixth. Sure we get to leave the city for a week, but that's the ONLY worthwhile thing. Three weeks, wasted! I can't even express, without a lot of yelling, how much I DON"T want to do this. I already know where I'm going for college. Stupid college. Can't you wait for another four years, or three even, to bite me in the ass? It begins Monday. God help me.
Why can't you let summer be summer?!
Christy