Ages

It's been a while.

I am in love with Spanish boys.

Yo quiero los chicos españoles. GUAAAPOS. TODOS.

Let's forge new bonds.

Senior year, eh?

Reading Ragtime for my seeeenyahh paper. Wanting to kill a certain raven-haired, ever-muttering chub ball that lurks behind me in my favorite class.

Currently our own GOSSIPGIRL is ruling the school. No one knows who (some suspect Daniel/Andrew, others blame Emily K who is probably not it) but we do know that if we find out, we might kill her/him. Basically she posts a bunch of blind items and EVERYONE knows who the people in question are. Things like STDs, hookups, etcetcetc.

Ehh.

College apps are death. FMLLL.

However, this makes me want to go to college:

Today I ran down the halls of my dorm yelling, "THE BRITISH ARE COMING! THE BRITISH ARE COMING!" Some random guy stuck his head out the door and responded, "GRAB YOUR MUSKETS MINUTEMEN! WE'VE GOT SOME REDCOATS TO STOP!" This was easily the greatest moment of my week. MLIA.

and...

Today, I bought a Disney Princess CD. My two roommates laughed at me until a "Whole New World" came on and our extremely attractive RA came running into the room to sing the Aladdin parts while I sung the Jasmine parts. I win. MLIA

and...

Today, I read a MLIA about someone signing up for Dumbledore's Army at their school. I thought it was cool so I put up a sign-up sheet for Dumbledore's Army at my school. I walked past an hour later and the sheet was covered in signatures. MLIA





http://www.mylifeisaverage.com/

you know it.



ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.



I'm still snacking my way through high school. HOWEVERRRR I am the offishh treasurer of the National Art Honor Society.



I miss bloggggging.



I wanna put up my Spain Journal but maybe in English. I think the Spanish was written sups shittily.



I watched the first five seasons of Lost starting on August 3rd and ending on August 29th. I am obsessed. Now I have to catch up on The Office, Supernatural (HOW I MISS THEEE), Gossip Girl, Dexter, and I guess we can just forget about House cause that is not happening. Sorry. I loved you but you got kind of predictable and I just don't really like the newbies much. ESPECIALLY now that Kumar committed suicide or whatevs was in Entertainment Weekly.

I watched Se7en last week. Very cool but ending less twisty than I had imagined.


I love Spanish boys.

That is all.

Hot Fudge Sunday: Chace Crawford

Okay, I'm starting a new thing. It's going to be called Hot Fudge Sunday...but it's definitely not fudgy and it's certainly not icy. Instead, it's going to be super hot and, you guessed it, every Sunday! Every week I'm going to unroll a supreme hottie to melt your sundae, and this is the (fittingly) inaugural Sunday!

Today we're starting with Chace Crawford, the scruffy, sexy, eyebrowsy Nate from Gossip Girl. You all know how much of an embarrassing freak I am about that show (Me! The cultured indie hipster snob!). He's 24 (pooh, seven years too old!) and has really good pecs, as well as the perfect amount of stubble. Plus, he can really rock a black jacket/white shirt/skinny black tie, the best outfit ever (can guys wear that to prom? I'm going to beg my date to do so).

You might want to turn on your dehumidifier. Steam coming your way.

Look, he doesn't even need an insulated cup 'cause his heat is more than enough to keep that coffee warm! Okay, done with cheesyness. I love his outfit. This is how I want my future husband/long-term-boyfriends to dress and sit. Indian-style reminds me of my childhood.

Uhm, scarf, anyone? Boys + Scarves = Delaney's Weakness. Screw that whole manly "I don't need long sleeves when it's 10 degrees outside!" thing. Bundle up!

Gorgeous. AAAH I'm all over scruffy guys recently. And his eyebrows are tres hot.

Oh, my God. Look at those pecs!! *dies* I used to be all about the skinny skinny thing but now I'm digging muscles (in moderation). I like when guys' shirts are just tight enough to show off the muscles but aren't tight enough to make pecs look like boobs. Because frankly, I am straight and don't want my guys to have a bigger bra size than me, even if it is muscle. And I'm even kind of digging the chest hair here, even if I don't like my guys hairy. There isn't much and it just kind of fits the scruffy look. Sorry if that's weird....

He kind of looks like David Cook here.....ew. But this picture shows off his hot bod. As a rule, I don't like baggy polos, but when they're tight they're HOT. Not too tight--Chace's is perfect. This picture...almost better than him without a shirt!

Various

Not much going on. Just spec. Like ALWAYS (ugh, I'm so STRESSED). And Physics homework Gibson fails to explain at ALL, so I sit at the island counter and curse his guts and scream and get really angry and drop my calculator on the floor and all the batteries pop out and my mom freaks out, thinking I've hit something really hard, but really I just have to fix the stupid calculator and return to the lab that I have NO FUCKING CLUE how to do!!!

Hmph. I've had hives since Friday night, but really only at night (weirdly). I don't really know why, and it happened over the summer, too. I went to the doctor, lost some blood in the process to a really jabby nurse (she had to dig for my veins!! ouch!!), and found out that it was just a stupid allergy that they couldn't diagnose.

Both Free People and Fred Flare have a bunch of new stuff in that I am totally lusting after. Oh man. And I just found some really fab tights on some british website (http://www.mytights.com/). Additionally, I am going crazy for some really fab Decemberists posters (especially this one--it's DUBLIN!!!). Anyway, I'm finding myself under-monied so hopefully I'll come into some ASAP. I wants me some 'Team Chuck' (from Gossip Girl! I am a) hooked, and b) embarrassed, but c) it's a good show!!!) t-shirts from Fred Flare!!! Chuck Bass is the coolest person, ever. I think I'd get mocked if I were to wear that shirt to school...ugh, guilty pleasures should stay at home, right?

Gossipy Chocolate Cakes!

HOLY MOTHER. I forgot yesterday's post!!!! I'm such a horrible newbie-"Blog Everyday"-blogger. Bleh. Not like I did anything anyway, kind of sat at home, ate Ritz crackers and Colby-Jack cheese, watched The Tudors and talked to Alex on the phone. Basiccally, this post is going to be two days' worth of postness. Fun.

My lunch table has Dessert Fridays, and that entails one of us bringing dessert. On Friday. Imagine that. This week I'm the baker (first one of the second semester! eeps!), and I'm baking
THIS. I heard really good things about this cake, and I love fudgy chocolate cakes.

For some reason, I have always been obsessed with the cake from Matilda. It is like the holy grail of cakes, even if it WAS made with blood like Trunchbull insinuates. It just looks so. freaking. good. I couldn't really manage to find many pictures of it, but DANG i hope that's how my black magic cake will turn out.

On another note, I really like gossiping. I know, it's utterly shameful, but I really like knowing all about other people! I don't really spread it, except to my bff4l (best friend 4 life, lyke so 7th grade!) Alex. I like hearing it, I like seeing gossipy pictures (like so-and-so over a toilet bowl! oh em gee), I even like watching it on TV (GOSSIP GIRL...even IB students can enjoy guilty pleasures). It makes me feel like such a horrible person, but when I find out really juicy things like who had sex TWICE at a party recently (after said girl just broke up with her cute boyfriend and went on to lose her virginity to this ugly gross guy two weeks later). I know who smokes pot, I know who drinks, and I know who doesn't. I keep it to myself, but it makes me happy to know. I mean, I eavesdrop on conversations all the time. If you're popular and talking about a party you had over the weekend right next to me while I'm "doing my homework," chances are I'm listening to you. Ouch, that really sucks that your parents grounded you because they caught you drunk!

Too bad I'm really upset that I've never been to a REAL "high school party." Just 'get-togethers' where no one gets drunk. I kind of want to experience it, you know?

That picture is really rather heinous (SUCH a 90's valley girl word!!)...they are all airbrushed to within an inch of their lives!! The guys especially...is that really the gorgeous Penn Badgley in the middle, looking like some 90's teen movie heartthrob? Ed Westwick looks like a cartoon. And did they grab that cheesy Chace Crawford off of a romance novel cover? Not to mention that these season one pairings are totally off. Whatever, I'm getting sidetracked; from what, I'm not sure.

School sucked muchly...my schedule is really crap now: I didn't get put in Independent Study Photography and am in a freaking study hall instead...second period! So I have euro first...which is NOT GOOD. Ian, Daniel & Crew (he wrote this article bashing "indie kids" in the school newspaper...did you know urban outfitters is traded on the NASDAQ?!!? heaven forbid!! i am far too indie to shop there now!!! that damn nasdaq! and I am incapable of finding any new music without iTunes Genius just because I wear a scarf...in the wintertime....)--it's not exactly what I'd hoped. I'd really rather bask in the gloriousness of the class and be crazy about World War I without worrying about Ian obsessing over the same stuff I do (he already stole Bones, I'm not going to let him take the battle of the Somme and the October Revolution from me too). And then, third period I went to Spanish (with stupid Trevor and Michael and Antonio!) instead of PreCal with Claire and Eli like I should have. Instead, I had PreCal 9th period; lots of my friends, but horrible teacher and, most importantly, IT'S TOO LATE TO DO MY ENGLISH HOMEWORK. So now I have to do that AT HOME. Bitches and hoes. My study hall scared me, actually...it's not a place for a lost little IB girl like me! And if I have to keep it, I'm freaking being a student helper for Mr. Panzer; he said he'd let me go do photography, AND I can talk literature with him while drinking tea.