Weird Thanksgiving Cravings

First off, happy thanksgiving everybody yay!

Second off: I am meeting with Renate for the issues of the Beaver. Yayness. The Beaver hasn't died or anything, but random typos kind of appear, and Renate's freaking out. I'm using this as an excuse to see her over the break. Also, it couldn't hurt to have her look it over again before Monday. More time to digest it and what not.

Third off: I had this weird spinach craving this morning. Thanksgiving is going differently than usual. For the first time in my life, my grandma has not been here for Thanksgiving. Rest assured, she is well and good, but she went to visit my uncle and his newly created family in Maryland. Good for her, bad for me... No turkey, no rice, no stuffing, no nothing. Which means it's time for crash course in cooking 101. I can only make chicken and rice, so be forewarned. Also, I can make spinach. Which I ate. For breakfast? Strange life I live.

Up there? That is my satisfying my spinach craving for the general populace. 

Also shitty shit I have to send out invitations and also redo my english essay, which Jee did not make clear what the topic was, and then he gets mad that I didn't interpret it the way he wanted me to. Fucky fuck is more like it now. 

Friendly Friendness

I am having a birthday party. I have invited teachers to said party. Everyone is convinced this is sketchy. I am not. I'm convinced that this can be a totally  normal thing to do. In my family it is customary for someone who was important to your education to be invited to your events, because they are essentially your family. This might be in part because most members of my family have been teachers at some point of their lives. My mother is currently teaching with the Board of Edumacation. YAY TEACHERS. 

Anyway, I figure that inviting the Holy Trinity isn't too bad. They've been pretty important this year in my development as a person. Mother and Slyfox because literally I eat breathe and sleep Beaver.  And how could you have  the two with the third'Twould be amusing. Lisa would literally have a heart attack the day that happened. 

Part of the reason I invited the three of them is  because I LOVE them. Another part is they're all very private people who wouldn't go around talking about the party. 

And the other reason is because those were the only three teachers I would be willing to pay to see in my photo albums some day. I really don't care about other teachers that much, truth be told, though I love talking to them. But as I told  ERobs, Mother is the one I have to have. (Not in a sketchy way though, just in a possessive she-should-be-my-mother way). 

Anyway, Slyfox asked me discreetly yesterday if any other teachers were coming, and it was rather funny because she was like "well we knew that the others [in the Trinity] were invited, but we didn't know if you invited like 5 other teachers." This amused me greatly. What kind of crazy person do they think I am? If I invited almost 10 teachers, it wouldn't be as important that they were invited, and also it would be EXTREMELY strange because they would gossip about it, and certainly tell their students, and by that point, everyone would know that my Sweet Sixteen happened and who was there. I just didn't want to go through that drama, and at first I really just didn't think of other people. It was Mother in the first place, then Slyfox, because while I love Mother more, I also love Slyfox pretty muchly. In general would bring me/Lisa joy and would also be so cute to them at my party at one table being REALLY cute. 

So that's my rant about the party. It will be extremely exciting/fun/hilarious. All I have to do now is get a dress and plan the whole damn thing. Shit.

The Bitch of Living

Literally my life is falling into stupid shitty shit pieces.

I have so much work to do, and I'm so damn unproductive!! School is kind of going like this: "Hey Olivia, you have a lot of potential. But sorry, FAIL." And it is really sad. This is the the most hectic week of my life, and maybe if I look at this happily it won't feel so shitty.

The Rundown

Monday: Poetry Workshop 3:30-5:00 pm

Description: Spend my time with Tom, or T-Bone as we secretly call him. Listen to him moan about somebody's poetry. Mind you, he's really nice about it, so it's really not that bad. But also, have to act as a support group to the people who do come. Buy Milanos and not eat them. This is a TRIAL. I love Milanos. I also happen to be lactose intolerant. Usually, I wouldn't care,
and just eat it like Dani would, but I also have a performance for Bnats within two days. That would SUCK.

Tuesday: Dance Party 5:30 pm-7:00 pm

Description: Lead the cheer for Brearley girls all over and play 30-35 songs of concentrated enjoyment and dance. But not be too lame, cuz my street cred would be wiggety wack. But also not be too cool and Afro-Caribbean centric, seeing as Brearley is really a white school, and we all know that people get uncomfortable with stuff they don't know. AAGH. Also deal with the chaperone issue, of which I am still uncertain of its status. Maybe Tom can chaperone. Probably never in a million years, but if I get really desperate, I will do some crazy shit.

Wednesday: Open House 5:30- god knows when? pm

Description: Attempt to pull in prospective Brearley girls. This involves making colorful flyers for the Beaver and being
really cheery while sometimes not being at all cheery. But Renate will be there. So will Tom, and Lisa, no doubt, so I guess it won't be so bad. They can make me laugh. Emily is really nice so she'll probably bake something or be cool like that.

Thursday: Chorus/BNATS 3:30-6:30 pm

Description: Suffer two hours of David Joseph, because the world hates US Chorus. Secretly wish that he was Mr. Wells from Spence. Secretly move to Spence.

Did I mention I also have a 25-50 line poem due on this day?

Friday: I don't fucking know.

But I do have a Physics test. Because the world hates me.



The good news: God loves me. Otherwise I'd already be dead, yes?

Hallelujah. I love Jesus.

Just Wanted To Say...

GOOD LUCK B-MAN!!

Feeling Good.

Birds flying high, you know how I feel.

Sun in the sky, you know how I feel

Breeze drifting on by, you know how I feel.

It's a new dawn, it's a new day, it's a new life or me,

And I'm feeling good.

- Nina Simone

I just had the best Halloween of my life. I dressed up for the first time ever. I also actually attended Halloween at the Big B for the first time that I can actually remember. That's because for the first time in ever (okay, 4 years), I have not been deathly ill on Halloween. Hurray! SO I decided to celebrate and dress myself as a teacher in conjunction with LChen. We were a well oiled machine of disguise and tom-renate-ness. It was quite amazing. Teachers followed us just to see us and laugh. So so amusing. Must document the amusement right now!! There are pictures...
INSERTING THEM.

Tom Renate impostors. We make a mean Tom-Renate-impostor-team.

Photo courtesy of Celia.