Prom...

Alright, here's what's up.
Prom was weird. Prom is usually the "night of your life" or "a night to remember". For me, prom was just another dance but I felt obligated to get a date. I mean, don't get me wrong, I wanted one, but still. The obligation sucks. Stupid prom, making me get a date. And the date I had wasn't even my first choice. I had to ask two other people but they both said no. Stupid boys. Saying no to me.
I did have fun at prom though. It was a night full of cheap food, aching feet and bad music. I looked great though. I had this very old-Hollywood look and I must say, I looked like I fell right out of the old pictures from the golden age of film. I was like Elizabeth Taylor. I love Elizabeth Taylor. She's my best friend. We go fishing every Tuesday night and ballroom dancing every Thursday. It makes for an interesting week.
But, overall, prom was a lot of fun, even if I didn't have the perfect date. Silly Quinn.
That's my story and I'm sticking to it.

Worrried Much?

Alright, here's what's up.
So, I'm not worried. No, I'm never worried. I'm freakin terrified. I am so scared of graduation. Why? Because graduation is the final frontier and it means that I'm an adult. Like, an official adult, who has to pay bills and do stuff that's adult-like. That sucks. I don't want to be an adult. I still run up the stairs like an animal   and build forts in my living room. So, obviously, I'm not ready to grow up. I'm terrified to graduate and become and adult because adults don't have any fun. Ever. At least it seems like they don't. Silly adults. Never having any fun.
You know, I'm just going to move to Neverland where I don't have to grow up. Sounds like a great plan to me!
That's my story and I'm sticking to it.

A Day With The Most Hated Man

Alright here's what's up.
We all hate North Korea. Don't lie and say "Oh, they aren't the worst. There's still hope." No, there's not. He's evil. We hate him. As Mericans, we all must hate this country and the man that leads it. It is what we do as Mericans. So, what if we had to spend the day with him? What if one of us had to spend the day with Kim Jung Un? What if I had to? Well, I know exactly what I'd do.
First, we'd play legos, because no one on Earth can resist playing with legos. Not even a dictator too short to rind the Wild Thing at Valleyfair can resist them. What would we do next? Well, what would anyone with a height complex do? I'll tell you what they do, since I have a height complex. Us short people like to build forts. It makes us feel better that we can make better forts than tall people. Don't as how, we just can. It's a gift. We short people can build fantastic forts.
After building the fort, we'll sit in the fort all day and play board games, like CandyLand and Shoots & Ladders.With luck, he'll win and he won't want to kill me. Maybe he'll let me win one though, just because he feels bad for me. A lot of people feel bad for me, it's a gift. Or a curse. I don't know.
So that's what I'd do with the most hated man on the planet. I'd make him feel like a kid. Feeling like a kid makes you happy. Happy people just don't blow up counties.
That's my story and I'm sticking to it.

Easter

Alright, here's what's up.
So, for Easter this year, I had no family. My father was in Vegas and my mama was sick, so I was alone. I was totally and utterly alone. Or was I? I was lucky enough to be alone on a holiday! I was invited to go to my wonderful friend Sara's house for the holiday. It was a good time. I felt incredible awkward because I was dressed up way more than I needed to be and I knew about 4 or 5 people there, but it was still a good time. The food was fantastic, like the cheesy potatoes that there like. It was like "DAYUM, these are some mighty fine potatoes."
While waiting for the food, Sara and I sat around and watched the boys in her massive family (a bunch of gingers and freckled O'Connors) play really old video games. I even got to play a little. I sucked, but it was still fun. Easter didn't last long, because Sara had to work. Like really, who has to work on Easter? That's just ridiculous. So, I only got to stay for a little over an hour and when I got home I made cereal and sat on the couch in my pj's, but I still had a fun.
That's my story and I'm sticking to it.

In 2 Decades...

Alright, here's what's up.
Right now, life sucks. I'm in high school, I'm not even 18 and, obviously based on my blog name, I'm single. But not just my life sucks, practically all high schoolers lives suck! It's not just me! Luckily, we all have lives after high school and we'll all be old some day. In twenty years, we won't be super old, but old enough to not hate our lives. So, where will we all be in 20 years? Well, I don't really care so much where you'll be. It's more about where I'll be.

In two decades, which is longer than I've been alive, I'll be married. Crossed fingers. I will have been married for a while, with at least a few kids. I want a big family, so I'll probably have a lot more than everyone else wants. I've got my heart set on 5+, a max of 7, so we'll see. With all these children and my husband, will be 3 dogs; 1 corgi, 1 Scottish terrier and 1 mutt. I love dogs. We will have one cat. Cats suck, but I'm sure one of my kids will want a cat and I just won't have the heart to say no. We will also have one strange animal you wouldn't think of as a house pet. Maybe a pig or a ferret. We'll all be living on a large estate in a huge house that we built from the ground it. This home will include a turret, a bookcase that leads to a secret room, a fireplace that leads to a secret room and a wardrobe that leads to a secret room. A lot of secrets in this house.


My career will have taken off and I'll be more famous than Meryl Streep. I will have won at least 2 Oscars and God knows how many Golden Globes. I will be one of the greatest actresses of my time and I will be best friends with so many famous people, such as Tom Hanks, Jennifer Lawrence and Annie Hathaway. Life will be amazing. It will be awesome. I can't wait for life in 20 years.

That's my story and I'm sticking to it.

Just Kill Me Now

Alright, here's what's up.
We all have our favorite famous people; the ones we follow on Twitter, like on Facebook and look for in the tabloids. Then, we have the worst famous people you could ever imagine, like Kim Kardashian or Paris Hilton who are the tabloids for doing nothing but they are still famous! Why?!?!?!? But then, there are the actors that are famous...but shouldn't be! You know who? I'll tell you who: Lea Michele. That's right, Miss Rachel Berry on Glee. And I know what some people think, "Oh, she's so sweet and so cute and she just has the best singing voice I've ever heard!" No! No, she is not sweet and she is not cute and she certainly doesn't have the best voice!
Lea Michele is the biggest disappointed in a leading female character since Kristin Stewart in Twilight. Kristin Stewart, don't even get me started on that trash bag. Now she's a pain in the rear end too. Still, Lea Michele is just awful. Just awful. Like, really, why are you so popular? Because you can sing? Well, you know what, so can sooooo many other people out there! Let me tell you this, Lea Michele, you're popular because you're character on Glee is. Your character and your characters boyfriend are the reason that you are popular, not you.
Those are my reasons for disliking you. Actually, I have more of them, but they aren't allowed on this blog. So, here's to you, Lea Michele. Thank you for annoying me. Every. Single. Day.
That's my story and I'm sticking to it.

The Best of the Best without a Y-Chromosome

Alright, here's what's up.
I'm going to be honest here and say that I hate actresses. I really do. So many of them are just catty and mean and snotty. Very few actresses are really good these days, so it's almost difficult for me to pick my favorites. But, I still can. My favorite actresses are Anne Hathaway and Meryl Streep. But why? Anne Hathaway is just a pretty face who got lucky with The Princess's Diary, right? WRONG! Anne Hathaway did get a lucky break with that movie back in 2001, but she is so much more than just some lucky girl. Her career sky rocketed after she was in Rachel Getting Married, in which she was nominated for a best actress Academy Award. After that, she was in The Devil Wears Prada with my other favorite and from there she went on to be in one of my favorite movies from last year, Les Miserables as Fantine. Annie Hathaway is so unbelievably talented and I hope one day to get to work with her, or at least meet her.
And of course, Meryl Streep. Now she is talented to say the least. She is one of the most critically acclaimed actresses with 17 Academy Award nominations and 3 wins for the Iron Lady, Sophie's Choice (which no should watch unless you have a box of tissues) and Kramer vs. Kramer (which you should probably also have some tissues). In total, Meryl has over 200 hundred nominations for acting and 97 wins. She has been in every type of film, including comedy (Julie and Julia), musical (Mama Mia!), drama (Out of Africa) and romance (Bridges of Madison County). Now, you probably don't know what all of these films are, but I do and they are fantastic! Why? Because she is in them! Meryl is just extraordinary, especially because she's been able to do all this and still have time to raise a family. Meryl, I salute you.
That's my story and I'm sticking to it.

The Best of the Best with a Y-Chromosome

Alright here's what's up.
Who is the best actor? Who is the best actress? Trick question, there is no best. You can't just pick one actor out of all the other actors in the world and say that one of the best. You can't forget about all the greats that have died and you can't forget about those that have retired. Still, if I had to pick one actor that was the best...I still couldn't do it. I'd have to pick at least two, so I'll do just that. I pick, for my favorite actors, Morgan Freeman and Liam Neeson.
How can someone not like either of these two actors? Actually, I don't think anyone does dislike them. I have never heard another human being say "No, I hate Morgan Freeman" or "No, Liam Neeson sucks". Phrases like that just don't exist. It is impossible, IMPOSSIBLE I SAY, to hate either of these men.
So why are they my favorite? Easy. Because they are awesome. Simply awesome. Just look at Morgan Freeman, just look at him. Go ahead. I mean, the man played God and Lucius Fox from Batman. You just can't hate that guy. It's impossible. He could even tell you that he slowly killed your whole family with a butter knife but you'd still be calm because his voice is just that awesome. He's just an amazing guy. I really hope to meet him one day.
Now, onto Liam Neeson. Now here's another guy that's super excellent. He was ALSO in Batman, and as we all know, anyone in Batman is amazing. Let's see, what else did he do? Oh that's right, he was Zeus, Aslan, trained Obi-Wan and Darth Vader, led the A-Team, saved over 1,000 Jews from Nazi's and saved his daughter from becoming a sex slave. I really don't think you can get more awesome than that. No, really, there is no higher level of awesome.
Also, he's Irish. You can't resist a foreigner. It doesn't matter who you are, foreigners are awesome and you can't deny that.
That's my story and I'm sticking to it.

If I Could Do It All Over Again...

Alright, here's what's up.
I've been given a chance to redo one thing in my life. Relive a memory, maybe change something in my life. Well, I wouldn't change anything, but I would relive something. I would go back to my childhood. Age 4 or 5 would be best. Back then, everything was easy. I was spoiled, I lived in a house that was my castle and I was a princess. I had just gotten a new baby brother too. Now he's just an awful little bugger. Not even little, the rat is taller than me.

Going back to my childhood I wouldn't change a thing, I would just want to relive the times. Like the time my best friend and I went to my father's 50th birthday party. My mother set up a pool for us in the backyard so we didn't have to be bored and sit and watch old people. My brother was about 18 months old and loved to walk around, so that's what he did for the whole party. Meanwhile, my best friends little sister was about the same age as my brother, but she was not having a good day. She walked around bare-butt naked and cried to whole party. It was hilarious!
Another thing I would like to relive from my childhood would be the weekends I spent with my best friend. We spent every weekend together. On Friday nights, she would come to my house and then on Saturday nights I would go to her house.We would play dress up, build forts and play with our dolls. Actually, we did that last week. I guess you don't grow out of some things. Even though we've grown up and have turned out to be complete opposites in personalities, she is still my best friend, even after 16, almost 17, years. I wish we still hung out every weekend, but life gets in the way. I would like to relive the freedom we had and how we never made plans without thinking of each other first.
That's my story and I'm sticking to it.

No. More. Cheerleaders.

Alright, here's what's up.
I hate cheerleaders. They are just awful. If they aren't catty and mean and wear pounds upon pounds of makeup, then they're in eighth grade, really loud (in a screeching bird-like way) and they don't know how to cheer. Cheerleaders suck. They are possibly one of the worst things in the history of America, nay, the history of the world.
Here's what's wrong with cheerleaders

1. They're either way to happy or they're really, really depressing. If they don't have a huge smile plastered across their pink, shiny faces then they're snarling at you and checking on their perfect nails and threatening to cut down anyone's social life if they mess with the squad. Fear the squad. FEAR IT!
2. Waaaaay to short of skirts. I don't care if you do have the perfect legs. Great for you, go to the beach and show off then. But I do not want to see your legs, your butt or anything else because of your short skirt. It doesn't matter what type of cheerleader you are, but just invest in a longer skirt. Also, wear spandex underneath. 
3. It's really, really, really dangerous. Let's just throw up a girl into the air, have her spin four times and then have her crash back down to Earth and hope that we catch her. Yeah, because that's safe. Not to mention over-working the cheerleaders to the point of exhaustion and starvation. Cheerleading=death. I am convinced of it.

Cheerleading just needs to stop. Just stop. It's awful.
That's my story and I'm sticking to it.

Rant

Alright, here's what's up.

While there are plenty of things to rant about out there (gravity, mean people, labels, and so on and so forth), and though it's hard to choose just one thing to rant about, it would have to be people that don't try anymore. I don't mean people that don't try in school, because I am one of those people (don't judge me, it's senior year). I mean those people that just give up on what they wear and how they act. Even though you may not think it at the time, you are always being judged and making first impressions, so be dressed APPROPRIATELY! 

First thing is first, it is February. Freaking February when it is freaking cold. You should NOT be wearing shorts, a t-shirt and flip flops. It may look cute now, but let's think this through. When you can't feel your toes because of snow, your legs are whiter than paper and your arms are shaking like feathers in the wind, you may need to rethink your fashion choices. It's okay for summer, when it's 90 degrees out and humid, but not in freaking February.

Secondly, it's one thing to wear shirts that are too low-cut, but it's a completely separate thing to wear shirts that are completely see though and you hardly wear anything under it. We've all seen someone like this, who wear see-though blouses or a lace top that REQUIRES that you wear something under it so you don't show something that should only be seen by your doctor, your mom or your significant other. When you wear a shirt that you can see your bra though, it's time to invest in a tank top or a different shirt. If I can see your underwear, get new pants or new underwear. Just don't let me see it again. It doesn't look pretty, no matter what the pattern is.

Third, we all took art class. We all remember the color wheel and what colors looked good next to each other. Why have people forgotten this? Did you forget that maroon pants and red shirts DON'T LOOK GOOD TOGETHER? DID YOU FORGET THAT YOU LOOK AWFUL IN NEON PINK AND NEON ORANGE? THE CLUB MAY MAKE THOSE COLORS LOOK GOOD, BUT YOU ARE WALKING AROUND A SMALL TOWN WHERE WE CAN SEE YOU, NOT THE CLUB!!! You have to remember that matching colors is good, but you can't be too matchy. If you wear a patterned top, wear blank pants and vice versa. Seriously people, these are simple things to know.

While we all have off days where we need to just relax in yoga pants ( I get them too), it's still no reason to get lazy. Wear your yoga pants, wear a crap ton of yoga pants if you want, they can be cute. Wear yoga pants, but then wear a pretty colored top and a cute zip-up sweatshirt to go with it that matches the pants. You will look adorable AND lazy, but still adorable.

Lastly, you may have the perfect clothes in your closet, but you just aren't pairing them correctly. If you need help, call me. I know I don't look great all the time (we all have off days) but I know what I'm talking about. I know this stuff, I watch fashion wraps and TLC constantly. If you have a pretty, solid color dress, wear some nude-colored shoes with it and BAM, you've got a simple, pretty outfit, while wearing just two things. Don't over do it because you will look ridiculous and tacky. Never be tacky.

That's my story and I'm sticking to it.

Enjoy The Little Things

Alright, here's what's up.
We all have those little things that make us happy, whether it be kicking puppies or licking a stop sign in the dead of winter. However, since I'm not a psychopath or an idiot, I enjoy other little things. Some of these things include:

• Walking on freshly cut grass barefoot
• Pulling a weed and having all the roots come out
• Putting your IPod on shuffle and having your favorite song come up first
• Sand between your toes-doesn't matter if you're in a sandbox or on the beach. Nothing beats sand between your toes
• Waking up to a "good-morning" text...even though that's never happened to me
• The first scissor cut into construction paper, or any paper actually. Scissors and paper=perfect combination
• When your cat meows back at you. That's right, it makes me happy. My cat and I have conversations, he actually listens to me. Oh, God. I really am ForeverAlone
•  Waking up at 2am and knowing you have a few more hours to sleep
• Sneaking cheap candy into a movie theater, because no one wants to pay 3/75 for a box of cookie dough
• Old boardgames, so much better than the crap coming out now
• The smell of the coffee aisle in the grocery store. I don't even like coffee, but I love that aisle
• Getting the handicap stall in the bathroom. No one likes to do their business feeling claustrophobic
• Flipping your pillow over and having it be really cold
• Snorting when you laugh. It might be really embarrassing, but it means something was really funny and it only makes you laugh more
• Walking on the first snow fall and feel it crunch under your feet
• Guys you don't have to read this one: Taking off your bra after a long day....freedom!
• Pulling through a parking space. That's just amazing. It makes me happy.
• Ugly Actors...it gives me hope. Not everyone has to be super gorgeous to make it in show business
• And last, but not least, when something comes to exact change. like "your total is $10.00 exactly". It doesn't happy very often, but when it does, step back because I'm going to do a happy dance

That's my story and I'm sticking to it.

All About Me

Alright, here's what's up.
What is there to know? You could ask people that know me and what they say could vary from person to person. Some people will probably say I'm mean and downright rotten. Some will say that I'm down to Earth (whatever that means) and pleasant to be around. Who's to say what's true and what's not unless you go straight to the source? If you want to know about me, all you have to do is ask.

My favorite color is purple, but that's bound to change. Why? Because you can never have just one favorite color for too long, there are too many out there. I believe in the unseen. Unicorns are real and so is magic. It may not be the magic in Harry Potter or King Arthur's Tales (which actually happened!!), but there is always magic out there. You just have to look for it. I like things that no one else does. I love Indie Rock bands, vintage clothes and things that are ironic. I'm a dork. A total and complete dork; I love Harry Potter, I'm on Knowledge Bowl and Speech Team, in choir and I read books...for fun.
While my weekdays are mostly filled with school, but on the small chance that they're not, I do have some fun things to do. Being a senior, I decided to fill my final days  here with something fun, so I became a boys basketball manager. It really is a lot of fun, mostly because I get to watch males. That's pretty much the whole reason I joined. I'd say I picked the right reason. When I'm not attending basketball games, I usually stay at home and watch movies. You can never watch too many movies, that's my motto. At least, that's one of my motto's. Because there are so many, I can't possibly pick one favorite, but I can pick a few. They include When Harry Met Sally, The Breakfast Club, Easy A and Ferris Beuller's Day Off. How can anyone not love these movies? Comedies are, I think, the best genre there is. And I think several people would agree with me.
Really, there is nothing else to know about me. Oh, wait, my blog name. Right, about that. While most teenagers begin dating in eighth grade or some began dating a little later, there is me. At seventeen years old, I have never had a boyfriend or even close to that. Actually, I've never been on a date or have even just hung out with a member of the opposite sex one-on-one before. I know I'm not the only one, but it definitely feels that way most days. I know I'm not missing out on much, but still. It'd be nice to have the full "high school experience" by getting to go on at least one date, but oh well. I guess we'll have to wait and see. For now though, that is all about me.
That's my story and I'm sticking to it.