Being Lazy is Haaard

Hi y’all! This week I’m writing my blog post on my phone at a reasonable time! Wow! Summer has changed me…but maybe not for the better. 

You may have noticed that these past few blog posts have mostly been pictures and little captions with minimum writing input of my own. The reason for that is… extremely hard to talk about, but.. I want you all to know, so..*sniff*.. I am diagnosed with a disease called…

…laziness.

I know, I know. It was shocking for me, too. After years of staying in bed until 2 pm and refusing to take showers for days, I finally decided to recognize my problem. 

Laziness, also known as couch potato-itis, affects millions around the world, specifically in the United States. Symptoms include, but are not limited to:

-an overwhelming desire to remain in bed all day, night, fortnight, century, etc.

-dismissal of all invitations to social events

-reluctance to shower, exercise, and complete other daily activities 

-procrastination of school assignments and projects 

-tendencies to consume food and drink that is easily accessed instead of cooking

-neglect of all nerdy responsibilities such as updating blogs, fanfiction, and artwork (#writersblocklol)

This disease is not to be taken lightly. Laziness can affect overall state of health, social life, and/or intelligence in a matter of weeks. Extreme cases may lead to fatal outcomes… probably (not).

Here is a picture of a “lazy person” in their natural habitat:

Look how wild and majestic.

There is no cure for laziness yet, but many suggestions have been made to help recovery. Setting goals, alarms, and plans for each day is a common method for helping small cases. However, big couch potatoes, like me, are struggling to pull themselves from their comfy, dark caves of wifi and junk food. 

With little inspiration and no motivation, my laziness is keeping me from finishing this blog. 

Please, help lazy people around the world stand up and go outside. Otherwise, the Puritans will hang them for idleness (I had to make that APUSH joke hahahhahahhaha).

And, in an effort to cure my disease, I’m going to leave my house and attend a social event with my friends.

(Just kidding! I’m going to watch RuPaul’s Drag Race and eat an entire box of oatmeal creme pies!)

Bye! Love you bunches!

~Vannah Smalley

P.S. Happy Birthday Emily! 💓

FBAWTFT Update: 530 days. I was too lazy to put an exclamation point.

Anxious Apprehension About AP Exams

I’m sorry this post is so late, but I went to go see High School Musical (a school production of it) and it slayed my entire existence. When asked the infamous “What team?” question, I screamed a scream so loud and guttural it sounded like a middle-aged man. Yeah, I could write an entire post about how obsessed I am with the franchise. And I probably will.

So, in less than 6 days now, I will be taking the AP United States History exam… and I’m absolutely terrified. Even though I feel pretty confident about the knowledge I’ve learned in the class, just thinking about the exam shakes me to the core because of my anxiety. I cannot keep my cool when I’m taking a test. And then about halfway through my bladder randomly decides that I have to pee, so that just makes me even more jittery.

I take my time during tests because I want to make sure I give every question my best attempt at answering. For multiple choice, I almost always finish just before time is up. Writing, however, is really difficult for me because I have to make everything perfectly worded and structured but also completely accurate to history. Most of the time I fail all together.

Of course, I’ve been anxious with other important tests throughout the school year, but it has never built up this bad before. I’m scared that I’ll be given the DBQ prompt about Reconstruction or the Great Depression (which I’m terrible at), and I’ll just faint right in my chair, or puke, or pee on myself.  Or all of the above. Probably all of the above.

AP exams are just really, really scary when you think about it. You take a class for an entire year and you get grades for all your tests and such, but it all leads up to that one final exam made by a company, not your teacher. Once you take it, it’s over. That’s it. And sure, you just have to make a three to get a passing grade but being an honors student means you’re expected to score higher or even the highest mark. Yeah… I’m really stressed about it.

Plus, I have absolutely no idea how to study for it. I wish I could say that I’ve been preparing for months, reviewing all of my notes everyday and responding to all the DBQ and LEQ prompts on the College Board website. Well, I have been… within the past week. Now, with only a few days left, I am running out of time and sanity and I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO DO.

Here’s a few of the study techniques I’ve come up with:

  1. Read all of my notes. Like… all of them.
  2. Read all of the Barron’s Book.
  3. Find every single prompt on College Board and know how to answer it.
  4. Read the whole textbook??
  5.  ??????????????????????????

Yup. At this point I’m wondering if I’m even going to study at all. Actually, no I’m not, I most definitely will study.

I might actually go through with reading the Barron’s Book because it is a great resource for APUSH. It compiles topics within each period and has practice questions at the end of a section, which is very efficient for both multiple choice and writing portions. Along with receiving practice MC and prompts from my friend Joy, I am going to study College Board prompts- but certainly not every single one. I think it’ll also help if I go back over my notes for the chapters that I do not remember very well (*ahem RECONSTRUCTION cough cough*).

So maybe I do know what I’m going to do? I don’t know. I’m just trying to take it day by day. Thinking about how those shoes were thrown at George W. Bush’s head at that one conference always seems to cheer me up. HE JUST DUCKS SO QUICKLY, IT’S LIKE A DANCE MOVE!  (As shown in the featured picture.) That and Jimmy Carter being attacked by a rabbit is just hilarious.

Anyways, sorry for the short post, but I really, really need to study. And if you’re also an AP student, why are you reading this? Do you want to fail at life? If you said no, go start studying. If you said yes, I’m glad you are conscious on your decision to fail. Good for you, you quitter.

Feedback is much appreciated, especially if you have some tips on dealing with AP exam jitters. And if you’re also facing an exam next week, I wish you the best of luck. May the odds be ever in your favor. (And whoever the poor soul is that gets my history teacher as their reader…. I am sorry. There’s no good that will come out of that misfortune. Might as well drop out, I guess?)

As a little treat, here’s a video my history teacher showed my class to help with inspiration: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nCytpPACEk0 It made me laugh a lot.

See you guys next week! Love ya bunches!

~Vannah Smalley

P.S. FBAWTFT Update: 565 days! That means 200 more days until one year! I’m soooo excited!! Also, J.K. Rowling replied to a tweet asking about what Newt’s patronus was and she said it was a “big spoiler” for the next movie. WHAT DOES THAT MEAN??!?!? I’m terrible at guessing, but if I were to pick a patronus for Newt, it would be…..either a dragon or a swan, simply from what I’ve heard from other speculators. I can talk more about that in my FBAWTFT post. ❤

Stories About the Most Stupid Honors Student Ever

(Me and my friend HG Just love laughing about how goofy I am!!!!!)

Hey everyone! I’m back for another week to talk about myself. (This blog thing is becoming a bit egocentric, isn’t it?)

But I think the topic for this week is something that a lot of you may be able to relate to.  So, please, enjoy me talking about my overwhelming stupidity despite being an honors student:

(Disclaimer: I’m 1000% not doing this to brag at all I’m just informing you so you can laugh how ironic it is that I’m actually really stupid.) Since I’ve started school, I’ve always had All A’s. I am usually a part of the few students who are at the top of the class because I work really hard on everything that I do, and I just generally have a competitive nature that makes me want to succeed. I love to write, read books, and learn everything that I can. So you could say that I have some book smarts. Street smarts, on the other hand, are a different story.

****CRINGE ALERT******CRINGE ALERT******CRINGE ALERT****

I had an incident this past week that epitomized every single thing that goes wrong with my brain in a daily basis, which is usually just brain farts and overthinking literally everything. So, basically, last Friday, me and my friends were in my car in the school parking lot about to leave to go to my house and watch Fantastic Beasts (of course) and a few of our other favorite shows with our friend Joy, who was visiting from Kentucky. My friends, Hallie Grace and Liam, were laughing and talking about things, and I was listening to them as I absentmindedly put the key in the ignition and tried to turn it. Thinking I had the car on, I put it in reverse and pressed on the gas to try and back up and out of the parking lot, but the car didn’t go anywhere. I turned down the radio and listened to hear if the car was running, and I noticed it wasn’t so I tried to turn the key again. It didn’t crank at all, but I did hear a tiny click that made me think it was trying to start but couldn’t. That’s when I assumed something was wrong.

I told my friends, and they got out of the car to keep from burning up on the black leather in 80 degree heat. I kept trying to turn the key, but nothing would work. I also noticed that there was a lot of lights flickering on the dashboard every time I turned the key that meant things like “Engine Malfunction” and “Oil Level Low”, which only managed to freak me out more. Then, my friend Avery came over and offered to jump me off, something that I’ve saw my mother do a thousand times but never actually done it myself. I wasn’t comfortable with us doing it without an adult, so I called my mom and asked her to come help.

Before she could get there, my friend Lizzie’s dad arrived to pick her up and stopped to jump the car off with his own cables. We tried several times and it still didn’t work. My mom showed up and then, after some more futile attempts, we decided to just tow the car and let a mechanic figure out what it was.

This entire time I was sitting in the driver seat of my car, turning the key when told to do so. When my mom arrived, I got out and started to move all of my belongings into my mom’s car. I turned around once I heard my car’s engine start up.

Turns out, I neglected to put the car back in park before trying to start it up, so it was in reverse the entire time.

Yes, I know. I’m stupid.

It was super, super embarrassing for me, but of course my friends understood that that’s just how I am. I do really stupid things all the time.

Here are some examples:

  1. A couple of months ago I tried to pump gas into my own car for like one of the first times (I was always the one who took the money inside, never the pumper) while my dad cleaned off my windshield. When it was time to take the nozzle out, I tried to unlatch the clicker (the one that keeps the gas flowing even if you’re not holding it) by gripping the nozzle tighter. But then I also decided to pull it out at the same time because I didn’t want the price running over what my dad paid. The result was gas continuing to flow out and all over my clothes and shoes. My dad freaked and rushed to get me home before I  caught on fire or was poisoned by the fumes.
  2.  My friend Hallie Grace has an extremely confusing neighborhood (at least it is to me) so once I was able to find a route to and from her house that I knew well, I stuck with that one every time I took her home. One of the first times I did, she and her brother made fun of me for it, since it was literally the longest and complicated way to get to their house. So, after I dropped her off (it was at night btw), I tried to find a new way out and proceeded to get lost in her neighborhood for almost 15 minutes.
  3. My history teacher does review quizzes on things that we’ve studied throughout the year, which are often pretty easy to me because I liked a lot of the older US History stuff. Especially things dealing with Alexander Hamilton because Hamilton is probably my favorite musical to ever exist. So, when she asked, “Who was George Washington’s Secretary of the Treasury?”, it was expected that I get that one right because OBVIOUSLY. But no, I put down Thomas Jefferson instead of Alexander Hamilton. Trust me, after I realized what I had done, I had never felt more disappointed in myself in my entire life. Good news is, though, I will never get that question wrong again.
  4. I was at an art festival in town one time with Joy, and we were walking around glancing at all the artwork, debating about buying anything from the vendors. Now, those artists can be pretty persuasive when trying to get customers to purchase their work. So, when I stopped at a vendor that had a beautiful normal-sized picture frame holding a watercolor painting of pandas, I figured I could check the price and, if it was low enough, buy it. Well, it was EIGHTY DOLLARS. I immediately tried to escape, but the vendor asked me if I was interested and offered to bargain with however much I had. I truthfully told him I had $40 (don’t ask why ’cause I don’t remember), and he said he would take it. And I bought it. (I hate myself.)
  5. Branching off the previous story, usually every time I go to the anime convention here in my area, I always buy something that I regret. One of the most memorable of these purchases was three pairs of earrings: a Kirby with headphones pair, a Gunther pair (the penguin from Adventure Time), and a chibi America pair (the humanized version from Hetalia) all for a whopping $40. I never wore any of them.
  6. Going back a little further to the time where me and my sister went mud riding on our four-wheeler and got stuck. My sister told me to push on the back while she revved the engine. After a minute of pushing as hard as I could, the wheels were loose and she started driving. Little did she know I was still holding onto the rail on the back, so she was dragging me with her on the sticks and thorns of the forest floor. It ripped my shorts and cut a pretty big scar on my thigh. Pretty stupid move on my part.

And there’s like a thousand other smaller things, like trying to turn on my printer when it isn’t even plugged in, turning on the oven and forgetting to put something in it, and -my personal favorite- trying to roll the windows up when I’ve already turned the car off. (I do this literally everyday.)

So, yeah. I do not have the brains when it comes to street smarts. But that’s okay, I think it just adds to my character. Besides, how fun would it be if someone was extremely smart in both aspects? It’s not a life if you don’t goof up sometimes. And I goof up a whole lot. There should be another Goofy Movie made about me. I would win awards for my goofiness.

Thanks so much for giving this a read, I really do appreciate it. I’m having a lot of fun writing these every week, but that’s only because I’ve somehow managed to come up with topics. I will most definitely run out soon, so if you’d like to suggest anything, comment below or find me on my social media.

Love you bunches! ❤

~Vannah Smalley

I got a lot of inspiration for this post from this Buzzfeed article here: https://www.buzzfeed.com/remeepatel/things-you-know-if-youre-smart-but-not-super-smart?utm_term=.aqeWZE3nq&bffbbooks#.rkgnw7Md1

Fantastic Beasts Update: We have a total of 579 days until the next movie!!! It gets closer and closer every week! Also, I stayed up until 5:00 am last night writing the prologue of a Newt x Tina fanfiction that’s been stuck in my head, and I definitely plan on writing more. It probably will not be posted for several months, but I thought I’d just mention it. And I think I will be writing an all FBAWTFT post in a few weeks, so be prepared for that! And btw I love you guys who read this the most b/c you actually care about Fantastic Beasts  or my love for it and that makes me happy :’)

Fictional Character Obsession

Hi guys! Glad you decided to check out my page again. I guess this can be our special thing, now? ….And….you’ve left.

Today I want to talk about something that lot of people will not understand unless you really, really like books. Or… imaginative universes. As I said in my intro, I love to read and watch movies/TV shows with my dad. It’s something about these fictional universes that just pull me in. I get super attached to characters and their relationships with one another, so much that, when it ends, I will bawl my eyes out for days. Eventually I get over it, but some are harder to get past…like the one I’m dealing with this week.

Now, if you have met me before, you might already know that I’m a big Harry Potter fan. I grew up on the entire story: I read (and wrote) loads of Draco/OG character fanfiction, I worshiped Hermione Granger, and I fell in love with Ginny and Harry’s cute relationship. So, of course, when Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them came out in November 2016, I had to go see it. I loved it just as everyone else did, and I already began to notice how much I cared for Newt and Tina’s relationship. (Because who wouldn’t? They’re both precious cinnamon rolls.) I didn’t dwell on it too much, though, ’cause I had a lot going on at the time, rarely enough for another obsession.

Well, I watched it for the second time last Friday with my dad and….. I freaked. I completely fell in love with Newt and Tina, but, more specifically, Newt. Quickly after, I started reading the fanfiction. (I know, I know. Big mistake.) Now, it’s all I do with my free time, and I’m starting to think that this obsession might not fade out like the others.

(And before you click off, no, I’m not going to write this entire post about how much I love Newt, even though I very well could. This is just a transition.)

The point is that my life can become extremely monotonous and unhappy without finding something to obsess about. Before now, I had really nothing that I looked forward to at the end of the day, just homework and maybe watching the one SacconeJoly vlog that’s uploaded daily, but besides that… nothing. (A nerd’s life is a lot different than other people’s, I suppose.)

Although my obsession may be pretty extreme, and it sometimes disrupts the time I’ve saved for my homework, it truly makes me happy at the end of the day. So happy that sometimes looking at Eddie Redmayne’s (Newt’s) eyes makes me want to shoot myself in the head because they’re so beautiful, but still.. happy. Even though everyone around me gets annoyed when I talk about it so much, I know that they will accept it if they know I’m happy.

The whole theme of this post is to not let yourself feel bad about having an obsession (unless it’s truly unhealthy for you). Whether it’s a book, movie, TV show, sport, famous person (don’t be a stalker tho), or a fictional character that has the cutest floofy auburn hair and sweetest smile that ever did exist, don’t give up on it. Your obsessions, your likes, and your dislikes all make you who you are. Besides, it might give you insight on what you actually want for yourself in the future.

Also, don’t be afraid to let your crazy show. Throughout all 16 years of my eventful life (lol not), I have been worried about whether I’m acting WAY too energetic and insane about something that excites me. And I actually was. A lot of people have told me. It’s kinda sad actually. But I am never going to let something or someone stop me from showing my happiness, and none of my friends will either. The key is to meet people who will understand your crazy and accept it, even if they don’t particularly care for whatever you’re freaking out about. Then, when they have their ecstatic moments, you can give them the same courtesy.

And I promise, if you’re obsessing about a fictional character like I am, YOU WILL BE OKAY. Even though they are not real, there very well could be someone out there who is darn close to what you’re looking for. (Please God, give me a Newt Scamander!)

I really enjoyed writing this post for you guys. I’m sorry to all my pessimistic emo readers out there who hate inspirational stuff, but that’s just how I am. As you can tell, I’m not the most eloquent writer. In fact, I really just take whatever sentimental and gooey mess that’s up there in my head and plop it onto the internet for y’all to read. Ya feel?

I’ll see ya next Saturday! Love ya bunches! ❤

~Vannah Smalley

p.s. You guys like the picture up there? Yeah, me too. For those of you who do, let me know if you'd actually like me to write a whole post about Fantastic Beasts/Newt/Tina/Newtina because I freaking WILL. Like.. faster than you can say "Pickett the Bowtruckle!" 😉
 

Hellooooooo!

I’m not really sure how this is gonna work.

I don’t have a plan for how often I’m going to write or if I’m even going to take the time to design it. I just.. made it. Specifically, for these 3 reasons:

  1. Several of my friends told me I should do it. (S/o to Joy and Elle!) When I asked them whether or not they would actually read it, they sincerely told me they would, so THANKS YOU GUYS!
  2. I attempt to follow the trends. A few of my friends have actually started their own blogs recently, and theirs look amazing. (I was jealous.)
  3. I’ve always wanted to make one. At the beginning of 6th grade, I threw myself into the world of YouTube (and One Direction), and I decided that one day I would become a vlogger, or video blogger. After realizing how much time and skill it took to edit and promote videos and actually become successful, my new dream was to simply write my own blog. It did not matter to me if everyone read it or if it was perfectly polished, just that it was a place where I could be myself. (And maybe not be judged by my grammatical errors/limited vocabulary?)

So there’s the reasons why I made it. Now, let’s talk about me! (Yay for narcissism!)

Things to Know About Savannah Grace

-If you couldn’t already guess, my real name is Savannah. When I was in Kindergarten, there was another Savannah in my class, so one of us had to choose a nickname. My parents had already called me Vannah a few times before and I liked the name. So, I took it and it stuck. (Actually, my nickname as a child-and now- was Vannahpooh, like from Winnie the Pooh. Hence my obsession with the picture above.)

-I have one older sister who is in her freshman year of college hoping to study graphic design. We are COMPLETE opposites in every way. Also, my parents are separated and are getting a divorce soon which is for the best. I rely on them way too much for my age, but I treat it as their last chances to spoil their baby.  😛

-My family suffered a house fire in late November 2016 that burned a lot of the underground facilities like the plumbing and air systems, but none of our actual possessions burned inside the house. Still, everything else had tons of smoke damage, and the house had to be entirely redone. As I am writing this, I am currently living with my dad (who was in a separate house at the time of the fire), and my mom and sister are staying with friends. The house should be finished soon, and, when it is, we are hoping to move somewhere new to get a fresh start.

-I have 6 pets: 3 dogs- Eska, Marley, and Midnight; 2 cats- Prince and Baby Tiddy (I’ll explain later); and 1 horse named Bose. They’re all super annoying, but I love them to death (especially Baby Tiddy).

-I am 16 years old, living the life with my Volkswagen Jetta named Retta.

-I am the mom of my friend group. I enjoy knock-knock jokes, puns, and any kind of riddle you can throw at me. When my friends are with me, I try to take care of them and not let them to do anything too irresponsible, but we’re also the nerds of the school so we don’t get up to too much.

-I am currently OBSESSED with the SacconeJolys on YouTube. If you don’t know, they are a cute Irish couple living in Britain with 3 kids and 6 dogs, and they have vlogged every single day for the past 8 years. They just had their third baby, so my life is complete. And I love watching other YouTubers, too, like Shane Dawson, Strawburry17, danisnotonfire, amazingphil, and so many more.

-When I spend time with my dad, all we do is watch movies and TV shows, and it’s honestly one of my favorite things. We’ve watched Supernatural, The Office, Once Upon a Time, Parks and Recreation, Lost, The Walking Dead, etc. Basically the best ones.

-I aspire to maybe become a journalist someday. It’s a new path that I haven’t looked into a lot before, which is why I’m hoping this blog and the other steps I’m taking will help me discover some things. My dream job would probably be to work at Buzzfeed (if it doesn’t die out within the next decade).

-I live in the South, which says a lot for itself. I love the environment here, but I don’t love the weather. I like watching football, but I don’t like a lot of the people that watch it. Meaning, I don’t agree with the typical Southern football-watching Republicans that make up this state. Most of all, I love how familiar I am with this town, but I want change. So, I’m hoping that one day I can move out of here and go somewhere up North.

-I used to play piano, but then I figured out 1) I have no rhythm and 2) I’m not that kind of person who is obsessed with music. It’s really weird for me because I see all these people who have so many artists and bands that they love, but I only have a select few that I listen to consistently (Ed Sheeran, Kelly Clarkson, Taylor Swift, HAMILTON SOUNDTRACK, Pentatonix), and I think that’s only because I literally know all the words to their songs. Which brings me to say….

-I like singing a lot. I sing in the shower, I sing in the car, I sing to make my dad annoyed, etc. Yet, as I said, when I sing I don’t really focus on the music, I focus on the words (which explains why I’m not even that good of a singer). Currently, my favorite song to sing is “How Far I’ll Go” from the movie Moana. I will literally scream the last note at the top of my lungs just to see how bad it sounds.

-I really love theatre. It’s one of my pathways that I considered going down as a career, but money is tight and my talents are limited. I’ve been in shows like Shrek: The Musical (as Gingy), Junie B. Jones (as Gladys Gutzman), and Willy Wonka (as Mrs. Gloop). I just have a thing for names, I guess.

-I love, love, LOVE to read. In elementary and middle school, I would read a new series pretty much every week. Now that I’m in high school, I haven’t had any free time to actually crack open a book, but I’ve decided that I’m going to squeeze it into my schedule somehow. And, obviously, I really like writing creatively, but I feel super insecure about my grammar and limited vocabulary, so it kind of holds me back.

-I love school. Or… I used to, at least. Don’t get me wrong, I absolutely hate getting up early every single morning and spending half of my day surrounded by idiots. The learning part is what makes me happy. If I didn’t have anxiety, I’d probably still love it. But with AP classes and piles of homework, my entire life is consumed by doing my schoolwork and continuing to keep my grades up.

-Okay, finally, I’m going to randomly spit some of my favorite things that will probably not interest you at all: Color- Purple. Food- Angel Hair Pasta. Drink- Apple Juice. TV Show- I have thought extensively about this, and I’ve decided to go with…F.R.I.E.N.D.S. Movie- Perks of Being A Wallflower. Book- Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince. Season- Fall. Holiday- Christmas.

AND THERE WE ARE! You have officially learned all about me. Lucky you. Well, I have to admit, this was kind of a way to avoid doing my homework. Oh, did I forget to mention that I’m a procrastinator? Yeah, it’s really bad. Anyways, thanks for giving this a read. Remember that this was just an introduction. I know this blog seems pretty basic right now, but I’m hoping to make it into something new and unique that you guys will like.

I will start off with weekly posts, but I’m not making any promises.  Feel free to comment on what you would like me to talk about or share this on your social media if you think someone else would like it too!

Love you bunches! ❤

~Vannah Smalley