From Frightened to Frightening

I had my Georgetown University admissions interview. And believe me, I was scared out of my pants. I met my interviewer at a Croissant Brioche, a cafe in the Rice Village area. Having arrived fifteen minutes early, I was flipping out until she finally got there six minutes late. Some of my qualms were subdued by the fact that she seemed equally nervous--evidently, it was her first time as an interviewer. She was pretty darn rad, and I'm not just saying that out of fear that Georgetown will Google me and read my blog. She was a Physics major, which happens to be the field that I want to go into, and is now a medical student. She considered going into the Air Force, enjoys how straightforward the subject of Physics is, and did a super job of coercing me into loving the idea of Georgetown.

So basically, she'll write me a nice, elegant letter of recommendation if she likes me, or not write one if she thinks I'm dull and vapid. Georgetown will take into account the recommendation, as well as my essays and test scores, and give me a response around mid-December. Because I applied Early Action, if I don't get in this round, I can always apply again Regular Decision for another chance. Go Hoyas.

Croissant Brioche, the place where my interview took place

Before the interview, my mother and I were stalling for time, so we stopped by Crave Cupcakes. I got a Nutella cupcake, and my mother got chocolate with vanilla icing. Best overpriced pastries in the world.

Both of the cupcakes in their pristine condition

My mother's partially-eaten cupcake

And then, I went home, put on heavy makeup, and handed out candy to children in a very creepy fashion. I was also blaring assorted "creepy" music for the neighborhood, including Bach's "Toccata and Fugue", "Transylvania Mania" from Young Frankenstein, the soundtrack to The Corpse Bride, and "Mad World" from Donnie Darko.

Myself, dressed as some ambiguous form of undead (probably a vampire or Morticia Adams), and my brother, dressed as a plastic army man

I have really creepy friends.

I was finally able to go to the haunted "house", albeit thirty minutes before the whole ordeal came to a close. It was great. I mean, I haven't actually been to a haunted house before, but I thought it was good. There were a couple small children in my group, and they were frightened, anyhow.

However, knowing a majority of the cast, I became preoccupied with figuring out who was under the makeup, rather than the frightening effect it was supposed to have. It just goes to show, humans are frightened only of what they don't know. Woah, moral lesson!

Anyway, I figured I kinda ruined the effect when I waved at a 'creepy vampire', and said, "Hi, Elisabeth!"

(Once again, the only reason I brought that up is that I automatically feel more important when I tell people that I associate with her)

I wasn't allowed to bring my camera into the haunted "house", but I snagged this picture outside. It may or may not be photo-shopped.


And this is me after the haunted house. Once again, it may or may not be photo-shopped.

Two Stinkin' Chairs

Today, I had my region audition for choir--one of the rounds of the All-State process. And I busted my butt off for this audition, practicing for an hour or so a day for the past few months.

I didn't make it. By two chairs.

The top twenty make the top choir. The top eighteen move on to the next audition. I was number twenty two. Blehhhhhhhhh.

Honestly, I think I would be less upset if I got in the thirties or forties. Actually, I actually went up if I compare my results from last round to this round. But come on, I missed it by two stinkin' chairs.

And, on top of that, my voice teacher thinks I should see an ear/nose/throat doctor.

Thus, I'm going to go get some Chinese food. And I'll probably go to the haunted house. Brghhhhhhhhhhh

The Eve of the Eve of All Hallow's Eve

It's the Friday before Halloween... which means that students have permission to dress up like skankizoids, wear strange clothes from Hot Topic, and completely unleash their passion for Harry Potter. It also means that students (myself) are allowed to carry around giant cameras and take pictures of other students. Even though I didn't dress up, I love Halloween. Highlights?

Ke$ha

Draco Malfoy and Hera

Amy Juergens

Shaggy and a Zombie Referee--Zoinks!

A peppermint fairy... eating an eyeball?

Greek Gods and Goddesses: Dionysus, Aphrodite, Hera, Zeus, Artemis

A Honeymooner... and a creeper

Po.

The theater department is actually having a haunted house (or rather, haunted hallway behind the auditorium) tonight and tomorrow night from 6-11 pm, that gets progressively scarier as the night goes on. I'll probably go tomorrow, assuming I'm sane after my region choir audition. That, my friend, is scary.

By the way, this is Elisabeth. The only reason why I'm posting this picture is she brought up the fact that I unknowingly post pictures of her quite frequently. She'll be in the haunted house as well--when I was stalking her awhile ago, I overheard her saying that she'll be a sexy vampire. Unless she already is one...

Ain't no party like an AP Cal pancake party!

Because about one third of my AP Cal BC class was on a museum field trip for Academic Decathalon, a few of us decided to spite them by hosting a pancake party in their absence. It was probably the most fun I've ever had in a math class... and those integrals get pretty darn exciting.

Anyway, we used about three boxes of batter (one of which was completely vegan), and had enough pancakes for two Calculus classes. So we shared. Because we're good Samaritans and whatnot.

Yes. Be very jealous. Especially if you're in Academic Decathlon.





In other news, I found this amongst my father's belongings. For those who live under a rock, Aggies (people from Texas A&M) are notoriously dense. There's all sorts of humorous Aggie paraphernalia, including Aggie socks (marked "left" and "right"), countless Aggie joke books, and this "calculator".

What the SHUNT?

Tell me the word "shunt" doesn't sound like an expletive.

Today in AP Physics, my (incredibly aloof) teacher was explaining to us about galvanometers and how they can be used as ammeters, ohmmeters, or voltmeters by popping a shunt into a DC circuit. At which point, the girl that sits next to me and I started saying things like "What the shunt!" or "mother-shunter".

We were later told to "pick your node". Not nearly as funny as "shunt", but it was worth a giggle or two.

By the way, do not look up "shunt" on urban dictionary unless you want to be mentally scarred forever. You're going to go look it up now, aren't you. Well, don't say I didn't warn you...

P.S. I'll give you ten bonus points for each time you incorporate "shunt" into practical conversation, regardless of if you use the original definition, or as an expletive.

New Camera--finally!

Yesterday, my family was cleaning out my grandfather's house, and because I don't enjoy manual labor, I seized the opportunity to play with my new camera.

Firelight

We just finished Frankenstein in English. In honor of this, I'm posting a Saturday Night Live digital short.



It's ridiculously true-to-book (sarcasm).

Oh say, can you sing?

Our high school football team was 8-0 this season, the best record we've had since 1970-something. But we lost. By a point. It was super depressing. I would go into details, but I'm grieving.

Another thing I'm grieving about: the national anthem. It was probably the worst performance of the national anthem I've heard, including videos on youtube. The entire thing was in chest voice, she forgot the lyrics (multiple times), and was crying by the end. I couldn't imagine being in that position.

Here's a little video to put the performance into perspective.

What's the point?

I mentioned in a previous post that I was getting a new camera because my current point-and-shoot is poop. Well, it looks like I'm getting a different camera: a Canon Rebel T2i instead of the Nikon d3100.

Anyway, my father and I went to Rice University to meet a graduate student that was selling his Canon Rebel t2i, causing me to lose three valuable hours of my day. We liked the camera, and tried to buy it, but we couldn't withdraw enough cash (he insisted on being paid this way) to pay for it, so we ended up not getting it. We may go back Saturday and buy it, if he hasn't sold it. So right now, I'm a little peeved at ATM machines and stressed about school.

But there's humor in this story: my dad parked where the grad student (who speaks a minimal amount of English) told him to, and ended up getting ticketed. Except the ticket had no fine, and was kinda pointless. Click to see the pointlessness in its full glory.


For such a great school, they really have some stupid methods of law enforcement.