Whoa. Kinda forgot this existed…

Heeeeeeelllllllllllooooo, readers. I just thought Id give you a quick little update.

I got a new job, and I’ve been working on college applications and stuff this past month, so I haven’t had a lot of time to update Cloudy with a Chance (or CWAC, pronounced “quack”. Tehehe…) Anyway, I have off this weekend! SOOooOOOooo on Thursday, Friday, and Saturday I should have a few things up, including a [hopefully] really good post that I’ve been working up.

-Sam

Hey, there. Lately, I’ve been really addicted to drawing on sticky notes. Why? I’m not too sure. I think it’s because the page is so small and it doesn’t make me feel super ambitious to make an entire masterpiece. I like it though, because limited pressure can churn out some pretty cool pictures. Here they are individually:

My favorite: The flapper with the monster arms. But “Nerd vs Yuppie” is definitely a close second. I’ll be uploading more later on into the month (hopefully.)

It is the morning of June 26th, 2009. I find myself waking up to the sound of the phone ringing. My mother walks into my room to answer it, and begins a nice conversation with my grand(great?)aunt. I think to myself, SAT scores come out today! I check my cellphone to see if it is 8 o’clock yet. It’s only 7:49. Dammit!

Netherlevess*, I get out of bed anyway. I walk into the living room, wave to my mother who is ironing her clothes while conversing, and pick up my laptop. I go to CollegeBoard, sign in, and go to the SAT score, with the intention of refreshing the page as soon as 8 am rolls around. But to my surprise, the scores were already up!

Critical Reading: 610… Pretty good. Same as the PSAT.

Math: 740… Holy crap! Seriously???

Writing: 620… A little lower than the PSAT score. But who gives? I got a 740 in Math!

I grab the little stack of Post-It Notes I’ve been doodling on for the past two days to add up the scores. Once I get the final score, I circle it, give a little scream of triumph, and run to my mother in the kitchen. I whisper, “1970!”

I got a 740 on Math, so the addition should be right...

That’s right, party people! You’re incredible, edible (if you’re a cannibal) blogger got a frickin’ 1970 on her SATs! Sooooo much higher than I thought I would get. You see, on the PSAT, I got an 1830. I said that on the actual SAT I would get a 1760, while my friend said that I wold get an 1860. Well, he totally won that bet (thank God there was no cash involved, because I’m broke.)

Now I don’t get the actual test analysis until July 6th, but here’s how I break it down:

Critical Reading:

I got the exact score as I did on the PSAT. And quite honestly I’m not surprised. Throughout the week before the test, I studied the PSAT booklet and compare my study answers to the PSAT one. They were exactly the same. Seriously! If I happen to find my study sheets, I’ll upload them and show them to you! But the same score? No surprise.

Writing:

Okay, so I was mildly disappointed about getting a lower score at first. But when I thought about it a little harder, I figured out why. You see, there is no essay portion on the PSAT. So your PSAT score is strictly multiple choice. On the SAT, I did pretty well on the multiple choice, considering that I skipped a good amount of them (I got a 66 out of 80.) However, my essay screwed me over a little bit. I got a 7. I thought I would get a 4 from each grader. I’m not a very strong writer, I know it. But who’s the jerk that gave me a 3? I know that I had NO spelling or grammar mistakes because I had about three minutes left over and I reread my essay at least 3 times. And my essay was extremely well organized. I WILL HUNT YOU DOWN, YOU DOUCHE-NOZZLE!!! But hey! It’s not like  I’m not mad about it or anything. I did much better than I thought I would, considering the fact that I did HORRIBLY on my study sheets.

Mathematics:

Okay, seriously? What the freak is going on? I got a 580 on the PSAT in my math section. But here’s what it is: I hadn’t taken the Math section of the SAT Prep class in school yet. I was going to take it about a month and a half after taking the PSAT. And I did learn a lot in that class. But I didn’t learn that much (I didn’t think so.) I felt like the math problems were really easy. I was able to finish pretty much all the questions in the math section (the ones I knew how to solve anyway) and had plenty of time left over (at least 8 minutes each time.) So, hey. Looks like Mr. M was a pretty good math teacher afterall. Thanks, Mr. M!

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So, the question that’s (maybe?) on your minds: Will I take the SATs again?

Maybe. You see, I tend to be an overachiever, and the overachiever in me is all like Come on, man!  You’ve got to break 2000. I know you can do it! It’s sooo easy now that you know what the test is like, and you’ll be able to rub it in the faces of all those community-service-doing phonies and AP-class-taking morons in your school! (Apparently, my overachiever is Holden Caulfield.) But on the other hand, I’m a slacker. And the slacker in me (who, as it turns out, is pretty damn logical) is saying Dude. You got a 1970. That’s higher than or on point with the SAT scores of students in the colleges you plan on applying to. It’s WAAAAY higher than your first pick, and your second pick doesn’t even take SAT scores. You’re good where you are. 

Quite honestly, I’m agreeing more with the slacker (I’m a sucker for the logical. Love ya, Spock!) I that know a college or two that I’m thinking about requires you to the SAT subject test, but I really don’t want to (take the test, or go to those colleges) all that much. I’ll stick with the college list I’ve got now, thank you very much.

I’m happy with a 1970. Yay!

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*”Netherlevess” was originally a typo, but I thought it was kind of funny, so I kept it. It’s like when I pronounce scissors like “skizzers” or say “nes-ses-ses-silly” instead of necessarily.

Guess what??? After a super long stint of not blogging…

I’m back!

And I really do want to apologize. I always thought that no one was ready my blog, but my rating are still going pretty strong. Well, not really. But stronger than I thought they would be.

Aaaaand, someone searched for the exact name of my blog in a search engine. Well, not really. It was cloudywithachance.com not cloudywithachance.wordpress.com. The point is I’ve got a reader. Like a legitimate, checks the website periodically, actually reads my posts reader. I know it’s just (you’re just???) one person, but quite frankly, I can’t let you down.

Let’s kick of summer ‘09 with a random picture, shall we?

I googled “fretllaj”…

… which registered as Mama Fratelli, from The Goonies! Way to go, Google- for making me reminisce. And for telling me how to spell the word, “reminisce.”

One of my favorite blogs, BestWeekEver.tv, has a regular feature called For Your Consideration, where they post pictures from a recent red carpet events and make sweet one-liners about each one. I came across one photo, and I noticed something odd about the picture. Let us explore this revelation, shall we?

This is Leighton Meester, star of Gossip Girl (read: show I don’t watch ’cause I’ll lose some street cred)

This is Leighton Meester at the Metropolitan Museum’s 2009 Costume Institute Gala:

At first, I thought Huh, she looks just like Dakota Fanning. [pictured below]

Probs 'cause the blonde hair.

Then I looked at the Leighton photo for a little longer and said to myself, Wait. She looks more like Morgan Webb of G4’s X-Play.

Probs 'cause the facial bone structure.

 Then later, I thought, No! She definitely looks like Kat Dennings!

Probs 'cause... uh... the red lipstick???

 Now when I woke up this morning to finish this post, and I looked at the Leighton photo, I thought, How the hell did I think she looked like Kat Dennings? But then when I started to look for pictures of Kat Dennings, I thought, Oh yeah! She does look like Kat Dennings! Maybe I’m just a psycho, I dunno. It just seems like one minute, they look alike, and the next minute they don’t. It’s like Where’s Waldo?. You see the guy who looks like Waldo, but he doesn’t have a scarf. And then ten minutes later, you find the scarf-less guy again and say, “That’s Waldo!” Does anybody else see it? No? Okay then.

But in all seriousness, it’s the lipstick.

WRITER’S NOTE: This is a live-blog of the 100th episode of Grey’s Anatomy, titled “What a Difference a Day Makes”. Now before you continue reading, Izzie *SPOILER* doesn’t actually die. However, when I typed the title of this post, I was under the impression that she WAS going to die (and she [probably] will, just next week). So if you’re only reading this to read about how Izzie dies, let me just give you ten minutes of your life back and say- SHE DOESN’T DIE! This is one of my better posts, so I would just keep reading for the fun of it…

It’s 9:12. I told my dad this, but he doesn’t care, so I need to officially announce this to someone:

Izzie’s gonna die today!

How do I know- Denny returned. And she was all like, “You being here. I know what this means.” And Denny was all like, “Sorry.” Denny’s there because he’s going to help Izzie through the whole dying-thingy and deliver her into Grey’s Anatomy Heaven.

I’ll probably update this post later on into the episode (or tomorrow, 30 Rock is on at 9:30 and I’m torn between the two). 

And if I’m right about the whole Izzie thing, I will SUH-HO be writing my own prime-time drama soon.

9:21- If one more college kid cries, I’m definitely turning to 30 Rock at 9:30. Also, I love the super cliche, “When you love someone, it doesn’t matter if you’re not supposed to be together.” I love/hate how the doctors’ cases always reflects their personal lives.

9:26- A)Way to get all graphic on me GA! Was that supposed to be her intestines?     B)That guy cried again! But I’m not turning. I need to see how this whole, “Trace the neurons in Izzie’s brain!” thing works out. Wait, I already know- SHE’S GONNA DIE!     C) I’m doing some online shopping during commercials. Isn’t this shirt really cute?

Rosettes!

9:30- “We have drama coming out of our butts!” Seriously???

9:31- This is What Webber wants to say… “Mer, I am your father.” *heavy breathing*

9:34- Quit it with the crying! Also, that speech could have been better. I mean, how many times did she say, “I”? Conceit much?

9:36- Okay, everybody knows now- Izzie’s going to die. It can’t get more obvious so quit milking it.

9:37- I just skimmed over this post. I’m in a rather bitchy mood today, aren’t I? Must be the Robitussin.

9:39- Wait, since when is Jack the enemy on Lost? I can’t watch that show. It’s too confusing. It’s like the HIMYM “Who is the mother?” Mystery (minus the comedy, plus a polar, freaky island,  and a smoke monster, to the 1 billionth power of confusion)

9:43- For those of you who don’t know, Ellen Pompeo (Meredith) will be leaving the show for a while because she’s preggos. Soooo, it seems like they’ll be using that Blonde Kid Surgeon (what is her name?) as the new female lead, (ya know, ‘cuz Izzie will be dead!). I dunno, this scene right here, with the whole, “Ooh! Why aren’t you paying attention to me?”. It’s making me hate this character.

9:45- Is DerMer going to get married in the hospital? Because if that’s the case, I sooo called that 3 weeks ago.

9:47- …Or maybe they’ll just make Alex and Izzie get married instead. I mean, Izzie practically planned the whole wedding.

9:48- Called it! I’ll be writing a television and sending it to ABC by the end of the summer. Uhthankyouverymucho.

9:53- I will definitely be checking out the ABC music lounge. I keep hearing really nice songs (like this piano overture playing right now) that I want on my iPod, but I don’t know. Thanks ABC!

9:54- I would normally guess that Izzie would drop dead right before she said I do, but it’s not close enough to commercial break for that. Who knows- it might happen.

9:56- Wait, wait, wait- All of these people were invited to MerDer’s wedding, right? Think about it- who would really sit through the wedding of your relatives co-worker that you don’t really know?

9:58- With all the doctors, at the wedding… Who the hell is at the hospital???

10:01- SHE DIDN’T DIE????? What the frig…

10:02- Oh wait, just the preview for the next episode. She’ll die next week. For shizzle.

10:03- Michael J. Fox is boss. I’ll be turning in a few seconds, but still. He’s boss.

That’s right, party people. Bronchitis!

I went to the doctor’s office yesterday after school and I’ve got bronchitis. So I’ll be hanging out at home for the next few days, just eating soup and surfing the net and coughing up phlegm (yeah, it’s that gross). In the mean time, I figured I would start blogging again since I haven’t in a while.

See you in a bit!

Whoa. Haven’t been on in FOREVER. My bad!

But Here’s how I’m going to make it up to you…

Went on a field to Washington, D.C. Gonna post some pics.

Feel better?

-Sam

Guess who just put her brackets onto Yahoo! so she can receive e-mail updates on each of the games and can have her score automatically counted???

I did!

And here they are…

BRACKET #1: Which is appropriately titled “Honesty? Only In My Dreams.”

Yeah, it's pretty bad. (Tie breaker: 68-63)

You see… What had happened was my friend C. in study hall just gave me the bracket. And I hadn’t had any time to do research, so I filled it out right then and there. At the time, it seemed okay. But it wasn’t until Pre-Calculus class when I started to think a little more. This kid G. who sits behind me took a peek at my bracket. Cue transcript:

G: Wow.

Me: I know. It’s a little unrealistic, but I’m a bit of a dreamer.

G: Well, yeah. I mean, you have Wake Forest winning it all?

Me: It probably won’t happen, but they’re just my favorite.

G: Eh, maybe. I picked Pittsburgh, so hopefully they’ll follow through. Good Luck and all…

Me: Yeah, I’m sure I’ll need it.

G: Yeah. You will.

Needless to say, the first thing I will be doing tomorrow when I get to class is showing him my new bracket so he doesn’t go through the rest of the school year thinking I’m a complete idiot.

Honestly, I wasn’t until later on that I realized my bracket was atrocious. When I was entering it onto Yahoo!, I was so embarassed. How could I pick Arizona over Utah? And Purdue (which on the hand written version, I kept writing Perdue) making it to the Final Four? Blech! It’s just not possible for so many upsets! Obviously I needed a change. Cue new bracket:

Bracket #2: Which is appropriately titled “Seriously this time.”

Muuuuuch better... (Tie breaker: 75-71)

This is the better bracket (alliteration!). Reasonable, realistic (another alliteration!) picks, 2 Number 1 seeds and 2 Number 2 seeds in the final four, and an upset here and there. I’m feeling much more (three!) confident this time. Let the sports pool battle begin! C.- you’re going down.

LET’S GO TAR HEELS*!

*What the hell is a tar heel, anyway?

UPDATE: I looked it up: Tar Heel (or Tarheel) is a nickname applied to the state and inhabitants of North Carolina. “Tar Heel” is also the nickname of the University of North Carolina athletic teams and students. (Thank’s Wikipedia!)