Lettuce Ketchup

Did you read the title?! Do ya get it? No? Boo you.

Anywho, I'm sorry I haven't posted in over a month--that IB life has done some serious damage to my social life. For example, I COULDN'T GO SEE FROZEN THIS WEEKEND BECAUSE I HAD SO MUCH GOSHDARN HOMEWORK...and my mommy said "no"...but still! IB has reuined my happiness and replaced it with a gargantuan workload the size of candy mountain, which f.y.i. is made of cardboard, not candy, so, ya know, don't eat it....

I miss free time, but when I get free time, I spend so much time freaking out and making sure that I haven't forgotten anything that I barely ever get to enjoy it. And when free time is up, every teacher, aside from the Spanish teacher decides to give homework over the weekend. I know I technically signed up for this and all, well actually my mom did since I was at school when she signed me up for the IB program, but you get what I mean. And I have to catch myself because now all I want to do is use British spelling on everything since everything in IB la la land uses British spellings.

But other than that, life has been great. How were your holidays?

Hello, (mostly imagined) readers!
Sherrod here!
I know I've been gone for a while, but I'm back now, at least for the moment.

Now I'd like to talk about a problem at my local library, you know the one: the one with the books and computers, the one near the park.

Usually I love the library. Unlimited access to books during all working hours, wi-fi, mandatory silence: all of these are things that I appreciate and love, however, recently it has come to my attention that our library is lacking in a very real and glaring way.

Out of the huge and sprawling American history collection at this library, there are literally TWO, I repeat TWO books that have anything to do with women's suffrage: one of them is a biography of Susan B. Anthony, and another is a history of voting and democracy in the United States.

AND THAT IS RIDICULOUS.

Not to mention pathetic and upsetting for many reasons including
1. I have a paper to write and had hoped to do it on race relations within the suffrage movement, and that's gonna be hard to do with NO BOOKS ON SUFFRAGE.
2. DID I MENTION THERE ARE NO BOOKS ON SUFFRAGE? Just, what!? I don't even!?asdfghjkl!

So, dear readers, (yes, I'm talking to you, it's not like there's a bunch of others, is it?) if you have any books on race relations within the suffrage movement, or women's suffrage in general, you know where they are needed.
... My house
... Seriously, you guys, I have a paper to write
... Help me, please

I'll be waiting eagerly by the door for you to bring the books
Until then, dear readers

Live long and prosper.
~ Sherrod

It's That Time of Year...

Students all over the world are losing there minds this month. Why? It's time for finals. This is that one time of the year where you basically forget everything you've ever learned and are stressing over nearly everything because the entire term depends on this one little test. And, I really do applaud everyone who is staying sane during this month because heaven knows I'm not one of you. I've already decided that, if worse comes to worse, I could always move out west and become an assistant to some snobby actress with a little purse rat. But, seriously, that is my ultimate last resort, right after being homeless.
It's also the holiday season. I didn't do a Thanksgiving post and I should have. To bee honest, I was too busy eating to think of doing anything else. And, now, it's almost Christmas and it doesn't feel right. I don't know. Last year I counted down days, marked off calenders, baked cookies and cupcakes. Christmas is next week and I feel nothing. I think it's because I know Christmas will be ruined by the loss of Matt Smith as the Doctor. Although, I am pretty excited about Peter Capaldi...

And Now For The Weather...

Okay, let my first say that the title is supposed to be ironic and funny, but because not many people outside of tumblr would understand the reference, it's therefore pointless on this platform. There's this podcast called Welcome To Nightvale about this desert town that's got a lot of weird things going on and, at the strangest parts, the broadcaster always cuts out for the weather (which is usually some ridiculous song that has pretty much nothing to do with the weather). I'll probably be talking about that a lot more from now on 'cause I really like it.
Anyway, it's December. In most normal parts of the Northern Hemisphere, that means cold weather, snow, sleet, etc. etc. Not in Memphis. It's like 80 degrees outside (by the slight chance anyone doesn't understand, it's Fahrenheit, not Celsius. The world is not ending, I swear). It went from 30 degrees to 80 in one night and it's ridiculous that one city can shift that quickly. Plus, it's supposed to rain/sleet/freeze tonight/tomorrow. Now, I wouldn't mind very much because we'd get out of school, but this means the play might be cancelled and I did not stay after school until 6 every day this week to reschedule the thing. That's not okay.Anyway, I'm hoping that the weather isn't too bad because Memphis is dangerous enough when it rains. People here cannot drive whatsoever.

...B is for Bald...and other stuff

I need to go bald. Seriously, I am the worst person when it comes to taking care of my hair, therefore I do not need it. I'm telling you, those bald eagles have it made! I HONESTLY CANNOT STAND MY HAIR. I've expressed my disdain to my mother on numerous occasions, but she simply looks at me and asks if I have "lost my mind"--evidently she spends too much money on its upkeep for me to just shave it off, but in the long run, me being bald would end up saving money...

Also, I think I'm going to join Sherrod and become a Jewish nun, even though I am not Jewish, nor are there nuns in Judaism. But alas, we're so awesome, that we're gonna break tradition and become nuns...that are Jewish...

As you can tell by now, I'm rambling, like a good weird child, but it's not my fault--I've downed like three cups of black tea at this point all in the name of writing an adequate critical response to the 1961 film adaption of A Raisin in the Sun..as you can see I am having no luck in this endeavor. Well, wish me luck anyway, and hopefully I can make it through the rest of the night without shaving my head in frustration and throwing my laptop against the wall since I can't seem to concoct a proper intro to my essay...*le sigh*

Growing Pain

It's possible that I am one of the most unlucky people on Earth. And no, I'm not being over dramatic-- as my mother often likes to think--I have proof. You ready?

ALL FOUR OF MY WISDOM TEETH ARE GROWING IN AT ONCE, AND THEY'RE ALL IMPACTED WHICH HAS CAUSED MY GUMS TO SWELL AND MAKE IT NEARLY IMPOSSIBLE TO EAT ANYTHING BUT APPLESAUCE AND SOUP.

So how was your weekend?

The 50th, Catching Fire, and Mix Tapes

Alright, so I am extremely excited this week! Yes, I'm not going on the Model UN trip to Arkansas and, yes, I still (might) have insomnia, but this week is going to be glorious! Before I explain why, I feel like I should mention a new development in my story.

Not only have I started to listen to classic rock (I blame Dean Winchester), but I've also become really interested in mix tapes. There's not even a real reason, I just really like them! And, the internet is only enabling my new love because there is a actual website (8tracks.com) that lets you make mixes and find ones based on music you like. In the past like four months, I've made four of the things and they make me really happy. I think the interest started during my Perks of Being a Wallflower period (which still isn't entirely over).

Now, moving on to this week! On Friday Catching Fire comes out and I am sooo ready. Finnick's gonna be there and then there's the character development in Effie and Haymitch and just wow. Plus, the graphics and cinematography (which, if you know me at all, are both very important) are going to be amazing. My body is ready.y

Also, this Saturda is the 50th anniversary of "Doctor Who", my all time favorite BBC program along with "Sherlock". To celebrate the 50th, BBC created an episode that not only brings back my favorite companions, but also has both Matt Smith and David Tennant, who are my Doctors. I've seen previews and I am dying to see it so, on Friday, I will be on tumblr with my cup of tea and big bowl of popcorn, crying over  watching Doctor Who. Then I'll have to wait another month before I can watch the Christmas special where they kill regenerate the Doctor. BBC has no holiday spirit, I mean honestly. In 2011, they killed Sherlock. In 2012, they killed King Arthur. Now, they're killing the Doctor! Christmas is supposed to be happy!

Needless to say, I will be spending my weekend in a big ball of tears on tumblr whining about both of those things and will probably end up putting my feelings into a cliche mix CD. Heaven help me.