Exhaustion

     It's the end of a long week and by long I mean it was War and Peace. I'm so tired. With bowling and homework and the play (and the season premieres of NCIS and Criminal Minds), I don't know how I've actually managed to get any sleep. I'm averaging about four a night. This may seem like a lot for some people but I like to sleep. It's my favorite thing. Maybe.

     But I'm glad it's almost over. Just two more shows and the play is done. I didn't know house manager was such an exhausting job. Having to set up chairs in five inch heels is not a good thing. Bowling will last until January, but we're done by 5:30 at the latest. As for homework, well, I can't really get around that can I?

    After school I'm going to go home and sleep. And then make Norwegian baked goods. And read Beloved.  Sounds like a good plan. 

    I really need caffeine but lunch I've still got a period and a half. Ugh.

Love,
Elsie 

A compulsive need to be a geek

           I love cosplaying. I mean I really do. It's probably one of my favorite past times. I'm just going to leave a couple pictures of my cosplays for you viewing pleasure. 

Barbara Gordon (done at like 8 PM out of boredom): 

Fionna the Human:

Ramona Flowers:

I'm Joining that Collegiate League

   I'm close to finishing up my college applications. I'm working on the essays and I'm waiting for recommendations. It's a bit of a scary time in my life. Here's a big thing about me that you might as well know; I hate change. I'm also really close to my parents. So moving away from them, no matter how far the distance, is going to be hard. Thankfully, my first choice, which is not a hard school to get in to, is only a three hour drive. 

     I'm also worried about roommates. In the past I haven't had much luck with them. Of course, the past two roommates I've had have been for a two week long speech camp. On top of that the choices were done randomly or by personal choice. I'm guessing the actual process for a college roommate is better than that. 

    So wish me luck. In less than a year I'm going to be a college kid. From what I've heard it's the best time of your life. I sure hope so. High school is getting old. 

   Scratch that. High school got old around the second semester of Freshman year. High school is practically decaying by now. Isn't that a lovely picture? I need to stop geeking out about Forensic Anthropology.

Love, 
Elsie. 

Movie Time

So I have pretty much all the "mainstream" Disney movies except for the real Beauty and The Beast (I have the "special edition" Christmas version) and the first Pocahontas movie on VHS. This is a problem, we don't have a VHS player anymore and I can't watch these movies. It's my senior year in high school, I'm going through a nostalgia binge. 

Thank God for Netflix. Seriously, I just added about five Disney movies to the queue. Along with Anastasia, Thumbelina, The Royal Tennebaums, Rushmore, South Pacific, Ferris Bueller's Day Off, and (500) Days of Summer.

Usually my dad controls the queue and we get usually pretty good stuff but sometimes I just want my own movies. 

This is my revenge....and by revenge I mean I really want to watch Hercules. 

Fashion Design

    So, every year at my school there is something called the "Artist's Guild". It's an opportunity for those in the arts (music, visual art, theater, literature) to show off their work. Last year I tried out with photography and although the visual art sponsor said I was good they only let in a certain number of photographers a year. Oh well, no big deal. 

   This year I've decided to do fashion design. It's something I've always been interested in. I would never really work in the fashion industry but I like the idea of designing a line. So I'm sketching out a line. My ten designs are going to fall within these categories:

1. Work
2. Causal 
3. School
4. Date
5. Sports
6. Formal
7. Spring
8. Summer
9. Fall 
10. Winter

I'm also working on color stories for each design as well. I've got Work, Causal, Date and Sports done. 

I'll have them up as soon as I finish them all. I'll also have the designs up as soon as they're finished also. 

Love,

Elsie

Changes

Recently, I've had some stuff happen. By stuff I mean it seemed like my whole world came crashing down. I was on a team (not a sports team) and I had been unhappy for a while. Last year, after a startling revelation, I realized that my place on the team was apparently not as valuable as I thought it was. This really upset me. The biggest issue was the coach. Although, I admit, I did not behave in the best way possible her behavior was abhorrent. Actually, we did similar things, but there are differences between teenager girl and a forty-year-old woman. 

So as of today, I quit the team. I'm sad because I loved the activity so much and I'm definitely going to pick it back up in college. However, it's like a weight has been lifted off my shoulder now that I don't have to deal with that drama. 

I'm joining the bowling team. I'm going to be a real athlete for once in my life. You may be thinking "bowling isn't a real sport, what are you talking about?". I'm here to tell you that you're wrong, at least for my school. Funnily enough, it's the one sport we're really good at. Football? No. Baseball? We're getting good (we did win state last year). Basketball? I actually have no idea, I don't pay attention to that. Soccer? Average.

But bowling? That's our thing. It's a home-turf advantage too.

So I'm an athlete now. That's strange. I never thought that would happen.

Love,
Elsie. 

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I don't get beginnings

Sometimes, beginnings are just as hard as endings. What are you supposed to say? Am I supposed to talk about myself? I'd rather not. I'm pretty boring, believe me. 

I tend to start a bunch of new blogs and then forget about them. I've got so many Tumblr blogs it's not even funny. I haven't posted on one of them in three months. And up until recently, I had completely forgotten about blogger. A lot of bad stuff has happened over some of my blogs here and my old blog was a bad memory. I can't seem to let it go though. But I want a place to vent (obviously I don't see my therapist enough) and I don't want that old one. I've changed so much since the last time I've posted on it. I feel like I'm a completely different person. I guess that's what growing up really is. 

I want this one to work though. I might seem like a desperate, whiny, hipster teenager but I need an outlet and sometimes the internet is the best place. I apologize in advance for being, well, ridiculous and weird old me.

Welcome to my life.

Love,
Elsie.