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.