Tuition

My award letter from University of Michigan-Dearborn came today.
After multiple grants from U of MD and a few federal loans, I will owe about $2,3oo for next year.
$15,000 a year for tuition, I better be famous after I graduate.

New Readers

It has been brought to my attention that I have some new readers.
I would like to recommend you starting from my oldest post, and working your way forward.
That way, you get to see how much I have matured over the past few years.

Enjoy!

Tim Burton Lover

I, as many know, am a huge fan of almost any movie with Tim Burton's name attached to it. I own multiple DVD's with his name on the cover, such as; Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, Corpse Bride, The Nightmare Before Christmas, Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street, and Beetlejuice, and probably a few others. To me, Tim Burton is a great director an producer. He takes a shy, pale, outsider, and shows how cruel the world can be to someone just because they are different.

With strong Gothic themes, and very dark humor, I am probably that annoying person you hear laughing when Johnny Depp is slitting throats of his multiple victims.

But, although I am a huge fan of his movies an animation's, I must agree with many critics and say that his new art exhibit is rather suckish. When brought to life, his creations are unique and genius. But on a blank canvas, they are rather amateur, and are to reminisce of Edward Gorey and Ralph Steadman. Not to say that all of his drawings were not original, many original sketches from movies like Edward Scissor Hands, and The Nightmare Before Christmas, that are rather interesting, but more for a fan of his movies, and not the average art conasewerw.

Brownies

I am here to inform you o this: BUY THE PERFECT BROWNIE PAN! The brownies were awesome. Cooked equally throughout (: See my Facebook Wall Pictures to see the out come!

Perect Brownie Pan Set

I recently discovered it. So, I figured since I needed to make brownies for a teacher of mine, I would try this thing out and see how it works. So far, it is small, and it seems as if a bigger hassle because you have to put the brownie pan on top of a cookie sheet, just in case there is "leakage" since the bottom of the brownie pan pops out.
But the brownies are also the reason why I am blogging from the kitchen, something that almost never happens. Long story short, I am one of two people putting together the Underground Senior T-Shirt for the class of 2010.

Front: High school was long and hard...
Back: That's what she said! Class of 2010.

Too bad the student activities director, Mrs. E, already knows about it. Doesn't really help that Eric and I used to talk about it right in front of her. So, we, well I, am making her brownies to suck up. Oh. I. Am. A. Genius! No one can resist brownies... Which I think are done! I will update later on how the divider worked!

Things I Come Up With When I Can't Sleep At Night

• Like A Ghost

I wonder what people would do at my funeral. I don’t expect them to be dancing or anything, but would they cry? Would they talk about my talents, or would they scold the life I was living that brought me to my demise? Maybe people wouldn’t even show up, or maybe they would show up in groves. Perhaps the people who I always thought were my close friends would pass on the last visit, and the people I had only talked to in my classes, and never outside of, would be the ones to gather around my cold deceased body and say their final goodbyes.
I am tempted to say that in death, you can find out who your true friends are, if only you were still living at the wake. But with death, comes those who run away and refuse to face the issue head on, like my best friend who would probably pass on the wake, the service, taking home a dark and prickly potted plant. And there are those who grow unnaturally closer to the person who has just passed, like that girl, the odd one who recently started dating one of my ex boyfriends, and sits next to me in social studies.
I am neither one of those people. But I, however, am not dead. Just dreaming, I will wake up soon.

I tried shutting my eyes.
I tried pinching my arm.
Why can’t I wake up?
Why am I staring at my body laying stiffly in a coffin?
I couldn't possibly be dead, I am looking straight at my body, floating above it.
Wait.
Floating.
Like a ghost.

I honestly don't know. One line pops in my head and I am forced to open my laptop and make record of it. Maybe that's why I sleep with it next to my head.

A List

In my bedroom, I have many picture frames. Some contain pictures, others hold autographed band posters. But there is one that frames something that is a big motivator in my life. A piece of white lined paper, and between each blue line contains a goal that I am hoping to achieve. It is a page long. And every item I achieve, I cross off.
I currently have three crossed off: Makeover my room, sell something to a customer at work, and met someone famous. Nothing too major, but that is what this list is. Not insane things that I would love to do, but reasonable things that require some courage and effort on my part to make happen. Other things that are on this list that I would hope to cross off by the end of the summer are:New tattoo, road trip to nowhere, finish a writing project, grow hair past shoulders, go to a college orientation, learn how to work the pizza ovens and slicer at work, and single handily put Slipknot back together.
There are few more, that are more personal. And even some that aren't so personal, but if I were to list them here, then it would take much less bravery on my part, and I don't like to make things easier on myself.
I wrote this list on the 25th of January, and I haven't made much progress. But, when I came home from work Friday, I noticed the list propped up on my desk. It was almost sad. Three things out of thirty. Maybe it was because I was having such a crappy night, or maybe it was because I had was already pissed off, but I suddenly became determined to do these things, with the goal of bettering myself.
Ramblings of a seventeen year old girl? Sure, call it what you want. But I am going to start crossing some things off this list, and I know I will face obstacles. People might try to stop me, or tell me some of these things I will not get to do for one reason or another, but they have no power over me. Get in my way, and I will knock you out.

Great Dates

Some great dates coming up, and far away:
March 27th - Placement exams.
April 1st - Pick up prom dress!
April 2nd - Leave for spring break in Florida, be home on the 8th(Got an awesome retro bathing suit top, as seen above! Ignore the gay face.)
May 27th - Prom <3
June 1st & 2nd - Senior finals.
June 3rd - Senior breakfast, and commencement walk through.
June 5th - Graduation, followed by Senior All Night Party.
June 6th - My cousin's baby shower.
June 10th - Freshman orientation.
June 12th - Dance recital.
June 19th - Graduation party at mothers.
June 20th - My worst hangover ever.
June 26th - Graduation party at fathers (with moon bounce!)
August 3rd - My 18th birthday!

Things I will do on/after this day?

• Play bingo!
• Go to a strip club with some of my friends.
• Buy my own cigarettes.
• Use the meat slicer at work! (I may need someone to come in Monday night around 11:30, we can party, and then I can slice something for the first time ever!)
  
• I am going to the Tigers game hopefully.
• Older men can legally hit on me.
• Go clubbing.
• Buy lotto tickets.
• Get another, and many more tattoos/ piercings.
• Go into bars.
• Get my debit card.
• Stay out all night, even if it isn't at a girlfriends house.
• No curfew.
• Vote.

Let's just say, I am syked about the rest of this year in general.

I am also very stoked to start college next year, and finish it in the planned four. It took forever, but I am finally becoming an adult, and I am proud of the choices I've made in the past because they make me who I am today.

Friday Nights

{Photo by Amber Hewitt}

I thought my life was going pretty good, but then the events between 11pm and 3am happened on Friday night/ Saturday morning.
After leaving work at my usual 9pm dismissal, I quickly drove to the gas station, and then took the long way home with the window rolled down just enough to let in the smell of the coming rain. Once home, I quickly showered, did my hair, and dressed for what I thought would just be a couple hours of coffee.
A couple hours of coffee later, I was in the passenger seat of a friends car, singing Destiny's Child. Twenty minutes later, we were running around a deserted park, and swayed on some swings, until the coffee started to come back up from it's resting place.
Fifteen minutes later, I was tripping him in Meijer, and he was complaining that out of 30 checkout isles, only 3 were open. I had to mention that I thought even 3 was a bit excessive, considering it was two in the morning, and the only other people in the store were a couple small black families and a woman, who I later noticed was actually a man.
By 2:30, we decided to go to Detroit, and quickly decided to turn around when the rain started pelting down on the windshield. The mistake we made, was the exit we got off at to turn around. The surrounding neighborhood was slightly sketchy, so of course, instead of turning directly around my friend chose to turn into the neighborhood. Six deer were there to greet us, right off the service drive.
About 15 minutes later, we found our way back to the service drive, and my friend says, "We're going on that bridge." Thinking he meant the bridge we were about to drive over, I laughed and sighed, "Duh."
I didn't understand why he would tell me such a silly thing, that was until he parked at the corner of a street that held a closed party store and a crack house or two. We both got out of the car, locked it, and ran in the rain to the overpass, that overlooked 96. I had never been on one before, and wasn't expecting much, but I was proved wrong.
Pushing my forehead against the fence and looking down as cars passed directly beneath us, is one thing I know I will remember for months and hopefully years to come. It was amazing, because even though we were two white kids in Detroit and almost 3am, I felt in no danger whatsoever. (Let's face it, Detroit or not, being out at 3am poses some safety issues).
My friend and I had good talks, and ran back to his car, soaking wet from the ever falling rain. And as he merged onto the express way, he hit the gas and said, "Detroit is the undiscovered great city."
I laughed and replied, "No, it's more of a broken down beauty."

Broken down beauty
I have pride in you
Broken down beauty
I’ve roamed your dark streets
Broken down beauty
I’ve seen your glory
Broken down beauty
I’ve seen your demise
Broken down beauty
I was going to leave
Broken down beauty
I won’t even try
Broken down beauty
I have too much faith
Broke down beauty
I stand by your side
Broken down beauty
I know you’ll take stride

Copy Cat

I watch many shows during the week. I watch few regularly. This year, I picked up Intervention and Hoarders on A&E. I am currently watching Four Weddings on TLC, and at my house there is just one channel separating TLC and A&E, so it was so easy to point out TLC's major copy cat violation.
I shall now introduce two of TLC's latest shows; Hoarders(Buried Alive) and Addiction.
I don't even need to explain the premise of these shows, I think it is pretty obvious.

Sociology

I decided to take a break from my evolution paper, and Al and Joe decided to join me.

Prom Tab.

Dress $300
Shoes $40
Alterations $110
Total - $450

Upcoming expenses:
Hair $20
Ticket $45
Limo $15

Overall total - $530

That's not covering the after party booze. But if I end up having a date then I don't have to worry about that, a ticket, or the limo, yay! Now I just need a date...

The Perfect Saturday!

The perfect Saturday consist of a few, amazing things. Who knew the simple pleasure of driving around town with a window rolled halfway down would be so satisfying? The sun shined all day, and although I was my only company as I strolled into Westland Mall, I was not at all dismayed.
After leaving with a new pair of shades, a green skirt that couldn't possibly be any tighter, and a floral pink and purple tank top, I dialed my dad's number, in hopes that he would be up to an impromptu visit from his favorite daughter.
One hour, and a tank top change later, I drove home to the sweet sounds of Lil Jon, and John Mayer, and I made a quick realization. I had already driven past at least ten people I knew. It was as if, everyone had come out from their caves.
An hour later, Tommy and I began to wander around downtown Plymouth, and quickly settled down on a couch at The Bean. An hour of talking later, and we decided two things; using a cantaloupe is the best way to ask a girl to prom, and we want The Buried Life to speak at our graduation next June. And it was to me and Tommy's amazement, that it was still bright out when we walked towards his car at seven.
Once home, an empty home, I felt the need to clean. Didn't do much good, considering that Larry and Maya came home and made a new mess, that I didn't bother cleaning up yet. I did however, grab my laptop, cell phone, and some Tim Hortons, and began my long stay on the couch in the basement.

What a wonderful Saturday.