if you haven't already seen "Charlie Wilson's War," go, right now, and see it!! :D

why banking and debating don't mix.

funny NFL story. you know how we deposit our per diem stuff for nationals in mr. golden's checking account? well, apparently i forgot to throw the receipt of that transaction from two years ago away, and when i went to the bank today i grabbed a random deposit receipt from my room and filled out the slip with the number from that receipt. when i got to the counter, the guy gives me this weird look after punching the stuff into the computer and goes, "you're caroline, right?" i'm like, "uh, yeah." he's like, "this is the account for an Andrew Golden." i'm like, "*shocked face* are you serious??" i was so embarassed. lol.

only with NFL does that happen.

suffice it so say, taylor and caroline will NOT be making their glorious un-debuts on the saipan stage as mimes. hahaha. :]

an un-fantastick audition

tonight, i did the unthinkable. i auditioned. :O

it was HARD! very mentally straining, to be honest. i mean, thank goodness taylor was there, or i might've dropped dead from mime anxiety right on the spot. but seriously. it was so weird. i mean, it certainly helped that Sister Rider went first and broke the ice and made everything okay, but miming "Doe a Dear" TWICE was a little more than my poor nerves could take. i was so terrified.

and then---there was singing. at least taylor was there to go first and do awesome and make me feel like i could never compete with her. thanks, taylor. haha :P. but seriously. i get up there, totally psyched out, begin to sing, and after getting through the first couple of lines, i realize that i don't actually know the words to "have yourself a merry little christmas". whoops.

note to self: if self is planning on auditioning for a musical, it would be wise to review a piece of music, in order to insure that self actually knows the words, before trying to sing it.

at least it was an interesting experience. if i get cast as a mime, though, i have a mysteriously invisible broken ankle that completely prevents me from miming. a completely tragic ailment, actually. you'd be surprised :P

you know dasher and dancer and snowball (oh, wait. donner, right?)

i should SO not be blogging right now. oh well. there are worse things.

i am so jealous of taylor and madison! this time, though, it's for something other than their incredible metabolisms and fantabulous good looks. in this instance, i am jealous of the smith sisters because they are finished and, sadly, i am not. still remaining on my to-do list are Mr. Lee's eternal Hamlet essays, my Tulane scholarship application (my eligibility for a full scholarship hinges on how creative i am with this 2x2 inch box. how pathetic is that??), my spanish newspaper, my art project, and studying for the ginormous history test in tessen's class tomorrow. which i should be studying for right now. which i am going to go do. :D

heehee! life is hilarious. oh! cute thing of the week. i was so depressed a couple of weeks ago when i was in the gym and lila came in and started running right next to me and didn't say hi, but today when i saw her at the gym again, i smiled and she gave me this big smile and a wave and i was like, "wow!! yay!!!"

it's so pathetic how things as little as that can make your whole day. i should really not be so desperate for approval from the sophomores. i'm constantly being told it's an unhealthy preoccupation, but i still have it, which is a bit depressing. oh well. i was vindicated today, even if only slightly.

you know you're a senior if:

you know you're a senior when:

• you have to stop yourself from automatically going to http://www.commonapp.org/ as soon as you get online
• you feel like you have nothing to do online if you're not at http://www.commonapp.org/
• you blog to give yourself something to do at 12:10am besides sit and think about the tests you're not studying for
• you know possess more information about your extracurricular activities than actually exists (probably because you made up half of it...but "embelish" is a nicer word.)
• adults tend to flee when you enter a room because they automatically assume you have come to assualt them for a letter of recommendation
• your parents think you're an amateur con artist after your harassing them for their tax information for the last few months
• your first question for friends you haven't seen in years is, "where are you applying????"
• your first question for friends you saw yesterday is, "how many words for your essay???"
• you spend every free minute of your time brainstorming of ways to get your hands on $180,000 within the next 6 months without resorting to illegal activities (well, at least not the really bad ones.)
• you get an odd look from the bag boy at the store because your response to the question "paper or plastic?" is "either international relations or political science. i'm thinking about a career in journalism."
  

i wish the senioritis would set in right about now. this would all be so much easier if none of us cared. lol. :P but then we'd have nothing to talk about...;)

happiness is....

why is there a picture of a happy meal (well...there used to be before the photo link stopped working...lol)?

because i am happy!

why am i happy?

because college applications are officially a thing of the past. UT Austin, UC Berkeley, Tulane, Vanderbilt, Yale, Boston College, and Brown have all been applied for. it's honestly a miracle. i didn't think i could do it. hehehe :D:D:D

this morning were the SAT Subject Tests. particularly, the Spanish and U.S. History Subject Tests. it was a rather painful experience, seeing as the tests begin at 8:00am and i woke up at 7:52am. this presents a problem, since i live in capital hill and the testing center is in fina sisu, a firm 15 minute drive from capital hill, if you drive like a normal person.

i am not a normal person. i succeeded in getting from my house to NMC in approximately 7 minutes, since it took 1 minute to get out of bed, put my glasses and Destino Peru sweatshirt on, run into the kitchen to look at the time again, almost cry, and decide to ignore dad, whose advice was, and i quote, "just forget it."

but i succeeded. i made it. upon arrival, the guy told me that i had had until he was finished with the instructions, which took about 20 minutes. lol. karma, much? :P

heehee!!