A Magical Cracked Sour Pink Lemonade Jolly Rancher Lollipop

I got a magical cracked sour pink lemonade Jolly Rancher lollipop from the Spirit Committee (and a pack of Runts)-- yea for them, whoever they are!-- the creative name of which I made up with Dan before fall play rehearsal.

I get to hand in a bunch of stuff to teachers and my counselor tomorrow to get them to sign and send back out to the colleges, and Mom and Dad have FINALLY done that sheet that was holding me back. I was looking at the adjectives that they put down to describe me, and then Mom started teasing me and she said them so it sounded like the song "Bette Davis Eyes." She's repulsive, she's compulsive, and she knows just how to . . . make you take your clothes off? (I added the last part to finish it, lol).

I did a parody to Bette Davis Eyes once.

( Here it is: )

I am also doing one to "She's Always a Woman To Me," sung by Rodolphus Lestrange. I don't know why those two songs always remind me of each other, but they do, and now they remind me of each other because they both are parodies of mine about Bellatrix.

I now must go on to continue writing the Hell that is college essays. Idea for Hell, Liz: perpetually applying to get into Heaven and being perpetually, constantly rejected . . . yet striving to get in nonetheless. It's like Tantalus, only weird and twisted and wrong . . .

Okay, not.

Anyway. Onward to my quote-unquote "future."

^_^

A Magical Cracked Sour Pink Lemonade Jolly Rancher Lollipop

I got a magical cracked sour pink lemonade Jolly Rancher lollipop from the Spirit Committee (and a pack of Runts)-- yea for them, whoever they are!-- the creative name of which I made up with Dan before fall play rehearsal.

I get to hand in a bunch of stuff to teachers and my counselor tomorrow to get them to sign and send back out to the colleges, and Mom and Dad have FINALLY done that sheet that was holding me back. I was looking at the adjectives that they put down to describe me, and then Mom started teasing me and she said them so it sounded like the song "Bette Davis Eyes." She's repulsive, she's compulsive, and she knows just how to . . . make you take your clothes off? (I added the last part to finish it, lol).

I did a parody to Bette Davis Eyes once.

( Here it is: )

I am also doing one to "She's Always a Woman To Me," sung by Rodolphus Lestrange. I don't know why those two songs always remind me of each other, but they do, and now they remind me of each other because they both are parodies of mine about Bellatrix.

I now must go on to continue writing the Hell that is college essays. Idea for Hell, Liz: perpetually applying to get into Heaven and being perpetually, constantly rejected . . . yet striving to get in nonetheless. It's like Tantalus, only weird and twisted and wrong . . .

Okay, not.

Anyway. Onward to my quote-unquote "future."

^_^