#78

The end of highschool is an exciting, yet sad, time in anyone’s life. It’s especially sad when, like me, you’ve reached the end of highschool, but you’re not quite finished yet so you watch your older friends leave you behind. That’s right, I have one more year and I am dreading the goodbyes and tears next summer when all my friends go away to different colleges. The goodbyes, unfortunately, are starting this year for me as some of my friends are a year older and, therefore, already leaving. On a happier note, I got to go to some awesome graduation parties. One of which was especially fun because, not only was there marshmallow-roasting and smore-making, there were water balloons! If you know anything about me, I would hope it’s that I love water balloons. I like filling them, I like throwing them, I like getting hit with them, I like breaking them over my own head. They’re just oodles of fun! A water balloon war is the only type of war I approve of or will ever take part in.

This war at my friend’s grad party was particularly intense as my competitors were much taller, much faster, and much stronger than me. Yes, they were boys. But not just any boys, they were Asians- dark Asians. They sort of blended into the night, making it much easier to use the sneak-attack strategy. It was also intense because the weapons ranged from water balloons to water guns; we even resorted to full buckets of ice-cold water at times (I really recommend this strategy as long as it’s used on someone else. The cold water doesn’t feel very nice, especially at night).

This is how it all went down…

The water balloons were gone. Low on ammo and morale, it was difficult to stay motivated. At times I wondered if I should call a truce, but no, I had too much pride for that. With my opponents looking thirsty for more, I guessed who would be first to break the stalemate. I scrambled for another weapon; any source of water I could get my tired hands on. The colder, the better. I found a stray water gun lying on the wooden deck, waiting for another chance in battle. I picked it up and prepared myself for attack. As I had guessed, here they came! Both of them running toward me, guns forward. Realizing I am not nearly fast enough to outrun the enemy, I thought I might buy myself a few seconds by slowing them down. I turned to shoot, but “OH NO! IT’S EMPTY!” Yes, my weapon was out of ammunition mid-battle. What could I do? There were no balloons and no other guns around. As I made my way to the safe-zone (inside where it’s dry), I came up with a plan so devious and so unexpected that I would surely be declared champion. I grabbed the bowl which had housed the water balloons from early in the battle. I filled it with water from inside (the coldest around) and even put in a few ice cubes from the cooler outside. This plan was sure to win the war because I would attack them first. They wouldn’t expect this. Victory would be mine! I saw my moment. Walking to the trampoline in a state of utter vulnerability, the enemy was off-guard and unexpecting. I leapt out and poured the icy water on them and ran. I had done it! I’d won the war! So I thought…

DUN DUN DUN!

To be continued…

Not really.

So this concludes the dramatic, story-telling portion. Anyways, I crossed off #78. I’ve had a water balloon fight at night this year. Wahoo.

Warning: The events described, while based on a true story, are a dramatization. (Translation: It’s not exactly how it all went down.)

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No Questions Asked (#45)

Last night I walked in 20 minutes after curfew soaking wet. I was literally dripping on the floor. After leaving the house with plans to meet my two friends at Skinny Dip (a frozen yogurt place), you would think coming home wet was unexpected and might be cause for alarm. This entrance, however, warranted no response from my parents. I got an “Oh, she’s home. We can go to bed now.” I even made a point to stay in the living room for a few minutes, walking in front of my dad watching TV. Nothing. Not one question as to why I was wet.

About to go into a “my parents don’t love me enough to notice something so blatantly obvious as walking in late and wet” panic, I texted the friends I had been with and one, who wasn’t there but knows me pretty well, to shock them with the fact I hadn’t gotten in trouble. In fact, it seemed to me they didn’t care at all. The text read, “Wow my mom had no idea. Wtf. My dad didn’t notice either. Great Parents. Really. I applaud them.” This was, of course, sarcasm. I could only imagine what kind of inattentive parents don’t notice when a perfectly dry child leaves for frozen yogurt and comes home wet. Surely, not my parents. Had I overestimated their ability to parent with absurd overprotectiveness all these years? I’m still in that stage when “My parents are the smartest people in the world!” turns into “I’m so much smarter than these clowns.”Could I be sure my parents weren’t unobservant potatoes for all my life and I just never realized? Maybe I got that from them.

The friend of mine who hadn’t been there when I got wet, but knew what happened replied, “Oh, well maybe you don’t look as wet as you should,” which was not likely, considering the trail of water from the front door to my room. He then went on to suggest, “or they’ve just come to expect there are certain… aspects of you…” EUREKA. I almost forgot, I’m a freak. It’s a known fact, weird things happen to me more often than most people; my parents can’t keep up with all the strange things I do. How could I expect them to ask me “What happened?” every time I come home? They would die from exhaustion. My mom even says, “It’s best I don’t know everything.” I understand that. Who can possibly put up with all my shenanigans? Then he justified my parents’ lack of curiosity further by saying, “I mean… as long as there is no blood or anything broken, they’re just happy you’ve made it through another day.” I had to admit, my friend was right to some extent. Still, this time the story wasn’t even that weird.

Let me assure you, the wetness wasn’t anything to be worried about. I didn’t get my head flushed in a toilet by a bully and no crazed killer attempted to drown me in the Chesapeake bay, but is it too much to ask for a little concern? After Skinny Dip we went back to my friend’s house because there was still a some time ;eft before we had to go home. We were outside with just our feet in her pool, talking, when I remembered something from my ToDo List, which it would be the perfect time to do. I think  you can guess now. We went swimming… with our clothes on. It was so fun! I loved it! We made air pockets with our shirts pretending we were fat and tried to laugh underwater. You know, the usual. Now I can cross #45 off the list!

I should probably just be happy my parents never get mad when I miss curfew. Thanks parents.

It's a little hard to see, but we're in a pool... with clothes on.

I Saw the Sign

Friday was probably the best day of my life or, at least, the happiest. Literally, I don’t think my wedding day could make me that happy. Maybe I’m exaggerating a little, but wait until you read about all the fun things that happened Friday. It was definitely one of those day I never wanted to end.

First, I got to see an actual scary movie with my friend for my Cinema of Horror class and I thought it was really good. If you’ve ever seen A Haunting, especially if you’re of an older generation, please let me know what you thought of it when you saw it. I thought the scary parts were actually scary and the plot was actually very interesting. Aside from the slow parts in the middle when I couldn’t help but to dose a little, I thought it was, overall, an excellent scary movie. As always, open mic night was fun, but it was even better because some of my friends were in it and they did so well. I love the atmosphere at open mic nights here because everyone in the audience it extremely supportive of their fellow students. It takes a lot of courage to stand on stage and display your talent, leaving yourself vulnerable to criticism. It’s very reassuring to know people can appreciate that bravery and encourage it. After open mic night a counselor had gotten on stage to make a few announcements. He built up so much suspense before the one announcement we’d been waiting to hear for two weeks. We couldn’t tell if it would be bad news or good news because he made it sound like both. Finally he told us that we’re going with Governor’s School to see the last Harry Potter movie on Tuesday! Everyone screamed and cried and hugged each other! I hugged someone I didn’t even know, while my friend cried tears of happiness. It was clearly a really exciting time!  In addition to all of the awesomeness I’ve already mentioned, we also had a 90s dance. I realize you must be very confused as to how such a theme could be successfully pulled off; however, it was by far the best dance I’ve ever been to. I’ll admit, I was even skeptical at first. I didn’t know what a 90s outfit would entail. How could I put an outfit together for a decade so indistinct from the decades surrounding it. Boy was I wrong. My friends and I put together the best 90s grunge, Spice Girls, MC Hammer, Fresh Prince, Full House, warm-up, jean jacket, flannel outfits. Check it out!

The reason this dance was the best dance I’ve ever been to was, by far, the music. I’m a 90s kid so I can appreciate those songs; they remind me of my childhood, listening to Christina Aguilera, the Backstreet Boys, the Baha Men, etc. In honor of the greatest idea ever (a 90s themed dance), I’ve created a playlist of all essential songs of that decade. I hope I haven’t left any out. I strongly encourage you, if you’re ever in the need for a theme, to use the 90s, it’s a very misunderstood and underappreciated decade.

Ultimate 90s music playlist:

No Rain- Blind Melon
All the Small Things- Blink 182 
Mr. Jones- Counting Crows 
I want Candy- Aaron Carter 
Under the Bridge- Red Hot Chili Peppers 
Wannabe- Spice Girls 
Smells Like Teen Spirit- Nirvana 
All I Wanna Do- Sheryl Crow 
Baby One More Time- Brittany Spears 
Allstar- Smash Mouth 
Jump Around- House of Pain 
Dirty Pop- 'N SYNC 
Linger- Cranberries 
1979- Smashing Pumpkins 
Macarena- Los Del Rio 
No Scrubs- TLC 
Can't Touch This- MC Hammer 
Baby Got Back- Sir Mix-a-lot
Milkshake- Kelis
Waterfalls- TLC 
Everybody- Backstreet Boys 
C'mon N Ride It (The Train) - Quad City DJs 
This Is How We Do It - Montell Jordan 
Killing Me Softly- Fugees 
Counting Blue Cars- Dishwalla 
Gettin' Jiggy Wit It - Will Smith 
Every Morning- Sugar Ray 
Mamma Said Knock You Out- LL Cool J 
Wonderwall- Oasis 
What is Love?- Haddaway 
Bye Bye Bye- 'N SYNC A
ll That She Wants- Ace of Base 
Who Let the Dogs Out?- Baha Men 
Tubthumping- Chumbawumba 
Black or White- Michael Jackson 
Mo Money, Mo Problems - Notorious BIG feat. Puff Daddy & Ma$e 
Blue (Da ba dee)- Eiffel 65 
Genie in a Bottle- Christina Aguilera 
Viva' La Vida Loca - Ricky Martin 
Mambo No. 5 (A Little Bit of...) Lou Bega 
Motownphilly- Boyz II Men 
How Bizarre - OMC 
Call Me - Le Click feat. Kayo 
The Sign- Ace of Base 
Crazy- Brittany Spears

I lied.

Okay so I lied about my blog not having a purpose. I led you (my zero followers) to think that this blog is pointless, and well, it’s not. I apologize. I guess I’m not off to a very honest start here.

The point of this blog from the beginning is to share my list with friends… and I suppose strangers too (It’s bound to happen) because it’s important that this list is finished by the end of 2011. Why, you ask? Let me tell you. :]

Every year on the 31st of December, I’m sure you’re all well aware, there is a big celebration with boozing, and loud music, and a countdown and such; it’s pretty much a big deal. Since I was about ten and was able to actually understand the concept of a “new year,” in those last few hours before the ball drops I’ve wondered what the last year had accomplished. I ask myself things like, “What makes this year so important,” “Am I going to remember this year separately, specially from all the other years,” “What did I do this year that was special?” I come up with either really lousy answers or no answers at all and it makes me kind of sad. Not that I don’t have an awesome life, not that I don’t have a fun adventure every day, not that I don’t spend enough time with my friends and family (Although, I’d like to see my extended family more), that’s not it at all. It’s that I want to have something to make me feel like I haven’t wasted a year. I want something that I’ll be able to remember when they’re counting down 6…5…4… and be reassured that I accomplished something, that the year was special.

This year, I’m making that something public by putting a list on Facebook and this blog. The list is of things I’ve done and things I’ve always wanted to do. Some things are super simple and silly.. but the point is to make memories no matter what they are. This year I don’t want to be counting down to another year I won’t be able to differentiate from any other year. I want to count down to something meaningful.

This list is more like a scavenger hunt for fun, if anything. I hope that whoever’s reading this will believe in what I’m doing, whether it sounds completely pointless or not. All I want is to remember the good times. And as my years in highschool go by faster and faster, it’s nice to have these things, this list. It’ll be nice to know that wherever I end up next, how I got there, wasn’t all about the grades, it was about the fun I had too. People in programs like IB forget that sometimes, but that’s a story for another day.

I’ll be keeping track of my list right here on this blog, crossing off every item as I go. Maybe I’ll even post something about the tough or exciting ones. Maybe no one even cares, (I hope that’s not the case) but I’m doing this as documentation that I’m not wasting my time, my life isn’t dedicated completely to school or to my future. And I think everyone needs a list.

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