Clearly, I love life

     Oh, hello blog. I never promised you consistency, so get over it. Too many great things have happened since Thanksgiving that I couldn't even think to write about, so I almost abandoned you. False. I'm back. I took exams, went to disney world, got presented to society or whatever (nbd, really), did the whole Christmas thing, celebrated new years with some fortunate/unfortunate circumstances, and now I'm here. Lots of other minor details like my mother making up her own vocabulary and attempting to counsel eminem through the radio also happened. They won't be so minor in a little while. Also, my bffs from 4th grade are really important.
     The happiest place on earth. Disney World. I am a believer in that. Nothing says happy like a bunch of skipping asians eating turkey legs bigger than their own legs. If that's not pure disney magic, then I don't know what is. Don't worry, I managed to faceplant in the Magic Kingdom parking lot. But really, It was wonderful. If you are going to go to Disney, go with your summer camp bffs. And a 7th grade social studies teacher GPS named Tammy. She is a lifesaver. Disney World without my family absolutely brought out the magic. I love them, but Disney World really isn't family friendly. It is a temper tantrum provoker. Kids see stuff, they want it. They cry. Parents don't want to let their kid cry and ruin everyone else's magic (you're at disney world, it's all about the image). Therefore, kids get whatever they want and the parents are bitter about Disney World. Actually this is probably just my family. Because I tried this little scheme too, and it worked. It was probably so humiliating for my parents because I was 16.
     You now are reading a post by an official member of society. Um? Yeah, whatever that means. Debutante was semi glorious. It was beautiful, and I admitted I was a diva. Yes. That happened. One time only confession. If you were there to hear it (I have no clue who was) then congrats. My diva side was brought out when I refused to take off my fluffy white dress for a good 3 hours after the ball was over. Besides my divaliciousness, the lunar eclipse was the highlight of the night. Clearly, we love science. Not a joke at all.
     Christmas. Happy Birthday Jesus. It happened, and it was beautiful.
     New Years. Oh, what an adventure. I couldn't think of a better way to celebrate than being in New Orleans with my three best friends since 4th grade, a random redheaded midget, and sleeping on the floor next to a perfectly plush and defiled bed. False. I can think of a better way: without the redhead and the floor.  Although, the Roosevelt was rather impressive. Also, I found a gay bff for a night. Lucky me, I know. But now for something really sweet:

     Because I'm so lucky and am still friends with my 4th grade bffs, we had the honor of having our friend picture accompany us to bourbon street. In the glittery frame and all. It loved it.  Not that this thing is for talking about sentimental things or anything, but I love my friends. It's absolutely wonderful how we can go forever without seeing each other, and pick right back up where we left. I'm truly blessed. That was pathetic.
     Oh, I have a serious problem with wanting to be whatever I see in movies. Morning Glory: I change my major. The movie sucked. 500 Days of Summer: I really want to write greeting cards. Black Swan: I want a more perplexed personality. I don't want to be black swan girl, so no one call child services or anything. However, I will always want to be a Kardashian.
     If you ever want a day of instant entertainment that you won't regret, teach my mom about twitter. When I was explaining how tweet and that celebrities have twitter, she asked about Brad Pitt. I told her he probably tweeted (I'm not sure, because I boycott Brangelina and their 2398239 kids) so she wanted me to tweet him and ask when he would be done adopting babies. Mom, that's Angelina's problem. Also, "nabbed" apparently means kidnapped in kathyland. "Hayley, go check on Sydney and make sure someone didn't nab her," says my mother referring to my 15 year old sister in the bathroom at a very established gas station in New Orleans. To my mothers credit, established hardly means it's true definition here. Like really, nabs are peanut butter crackers, not kidnapping. She then went on to explain that the one that does the nabbing is the nabber, and the one being nabbed is the nabbee. Like what kind of dysfunctional world do I live in? Also on this trip, I learned everything my mom would say to eminem if she ever met face to face with him in a therapy session. "Look, no one can understand you when you talk so fast. You could express your vulgar thoughts better if people knew what you were saying. We could even work through these thoughts." So, eminem, if you ever need therapy you know where to begin.
     So, I have a new major. Because I thought it would be fun. All i've done is write papers. What did I do before? Write papers. I'm in a never-ending cycle here. People in this major are excessively more annoying. The only thing I really miss about history is knitting girl and her cat half tops. I have vampire girl that's obsessed with her boyfriend and ribbon girl who thinks CAYRO, Egypt is having some conflicts right now. I rightfully told her that cayro is corn syrup, and she was going to have to pronounce it Cairo before I could have a discussion with her. As long as there is conflict happening in a bottle of corn syrup, I can't take you seriously. Sorry. Also, I figured out the secret of the world today. Sisterhood of the traveling pants=pajama jeans. It's the only way the pants could fit all of them. Things I have to look forward to: my class field trip to the african american military history museum and my class trip to an indian pow wow.