Harry Potter.

So Eliza showed me these amazing Harry Potter... thingys. And I love them. I read them like 12 times a day. If you are ever going to take a Harry Potter Exam, study up on these. They are amazingly funny. There are 4 books. Click on them and cross your fingers that they will come up all big. Because if they don't, thats super sad for you. Anyways. Thanks Liza. For showing me these.

Book 1

Book 2

Book 3

Book 4

I'm 16.

I am pretty sure my 16th year is going to be a long year of raging hormones, because 6 months ago I lived and breathed turning 16, 2 weeks ago I could have honestly cared less, and last night I absolutely hated the idea.

I was shipped off to the basement last night to find that I have invented a new theorem. Or equation. Or, well you get the idea.

Amelia + exercise = Happy

Exercise = sleep.

Happy = sleep.

Amelia = happy when exercise + sleep

Spring break = no exercise.

Amelia = no sleep.

So. There you have it. Last night I decided I would watch Sleeping Beauty. After, (12:00am) I tried to go to sleep. In vain. So I grabbed my nifty book light and headed upstairs to our library. While searching for a good couple minutes, I found 6 different versions of the story Sleeping Beauty, where I then tip-toed back down the stairs and into my room. I read all of the versions until about 2. Some were very much the same, and some different. Where am I going with this? I am not exactly sure. But one very common theme was Prince Phillip? A babe. Sleeping Beauty? A princess. I? am Sleeping Beauty. Call me if you're Prince Phillip.

I woke up this morning, tried to stay in bed for another, got out at 7:30, and got ready for the day. It felt normal people. Trust me. I mean, my parents told me to go and pick some more berries, I told them it was my birthday, why am I picking berries? I sang with some birds. The usual. But then, a prince comes grabs my hands and starts dancing with me. Well, yeah, we fell in love. Then, my parents told me that I was really a princess (surprise surprise) and I was taken to a castle to meet the guy I was supposed to marry. I was sad about the guy in the woods but, what's a girl to do? Then, my old pal Maleficent came, I pricked my finger, fell asleep for a couple hours, and woke up to a kiss. So, thank you to everyone who came to my wedding!

Yeah, perfect day, am I right?

Oh and if you're wondering whether any of this happened today or not? It did.

My Sleeping Beauty Story

Maleficent. She's pretty cool

Me, Dreaming about the prince I don't know about yet.

Prince Phillip. He's a babe.

This is us. Dancing. Falling in love. Whatever.

Me. I am sleeping. Beautifully. (ironically.)

Me and him. Like wow.

Just Following The Footsteps

So, I think this life of mine needed a little relief, because today, I definitely got it. I have been stressed out to my neck recently. It really has been awful.

I went to school today in my choir dress because I was told that we were taking choir photos. Everyone failed to mention that it wasn't just for choir, but for every bloody club in the entire school. If I would have known how many pictures I was actually going to be taking I would have sure as hell taken out my freaking curling iron. But, no. I pulled the 'natural girl' look today. And really Amelia? The outfit that I chose today couldn't have been something less... granola? I didn't even wear jewelry. But, you know what? My day was so freaking brilliant that none of this even mattered until right now.

I get called down to the auditorium early during first period (Seminary) for my choir picture. Take it. Sign the little list so they can put my name under it. Get dressed. Back to class. I was in second period for about five minutes (choir) when I hear my TRUE club gets called down. 'Will the Harry Potter Club come down and get their picture taken now please." I go down, stand with my mates. Do a freaking awesome Hermione Granger pose. Sign the list. When they call up Eagle Pride Club. Some of my friends start filtering in on the stage and they start putting everyone into rows. Now, I had two choices. 1. Go back to the worst part of my life, choir, or 2. take a picture as an Eagle Pride Member.

My mom hasn't told me very many stories about her life in high school, but one that I do remember was her telling me about her own Club Photo Day. (It was a shock to me to find out today that we still have one of these. I mean, that was a really long time ago. We are like, ages ahead now, right?) but, she told me that when they started calling down certain clubs, she and her friends would go and stand in every photo that they could. Ski club? Oh yeah, she was in it. Chess Club? that one too. So if I learned anything from my mother about what to do in high school, it was to get in as many clubs as you possibly could.

So, after Eagle Pride, and FBLA (which we re-named as Fun BarbiePlaying Loser AssociationClub) I went back to second period for about the last five minutes.

I hate to say it, but third and fourth totally went the same way. I finished what I needed to in class, and then, I left.

I managed to get into the:

1. Choir

2. Harry Potter Club

3. FBLA

4. Eagle Pride Club

5. Jedi Club

6. Meditation Club

7. Stress Relief Club

8. The PSTKFS or something Club

9. The something foreign Language Club

10. Dang it, what was it. Oh well, I was totally just in the moment. (there were 10 though)

Wow. Am I right? Funny thing is, I was wearing a black sweater with sparkling rhinestones covering the whole thing. Like attack of the rhinestone woman or something. The people should have noticed after like 10 freaking clubs right? I mean come on. By the last five photos I was in, they started to get smart by having a role call list of that club. You could only go up if your name was called. So, I would wait with all of the other hopefuls and wait until some absent girls name was called so I could just go take her place. It was genius I tell you. So, I would sneak onto the stage and go to the back row so I wouldn't stand out. And they would start calling people out that they noticed had slipped on, like "hey you, you have been up here before. get out of here." and then multiple times they would say, hey, girl with the sparkly shirt. Come down on the first row, you're too short to be up there. umm... okay. whatever you say. I mean seriously? Idiot. Notice me again? and again? Whatever. I was okay with it.

But hey, if anyone asks why, I'm just following in the footsteps man.