Thursday, August 27, 2009

A bit of Portland and A New Blog

Did I tell you all that I went dirt biking in Portland? For the first time ever? And I didn't die?

Me, not dying.

Portland is land full of magical things.

Like food booths open from 8:30-3am full of deep fried things like deep fried peanut butter and chocolate chip pie. And double fried french fries. My body is still recovering from the deep fried goodness.

And if you're ever in Portland you Must go to Powell's books. It's a giant book store that takes up a full city block. EVERY BOOK EVER IMAGINABLE RESIDES INSIDE. With color coded sections and 3 floors full of love.

So yesterday I was bored and browsing and I could NOT stop laughing at some of the story lines that people come up with. Now I'm all for creativity and you've got to start somewhere if you want to be a writer. No one just wakes up and writes an incredible story. It takes practice, which makes not perfect...but better. So I didn't judge too harshly as some of these people might be just starting out in the writing department. BUT STILL, some story lines were just TOO much for me.

So in honor of the worlds most amazingly bad story lines of fan fiction I have started a new blog as a side project in which each post I will list 10 of my most favorite (awesomely bad) story descriptions from a book/movie/TVshow fanfiction with your favorite characters.

My first one is harry potter draco/hermione. Now this will change. I might to harry potter again but with different characters. I also will do twilight/gossip girl/lord of the rings/ mortal instruments etc. Pretty much I will definitely mix it up and try and give you a taste of it all.

If you're interested ,at all here is the link:

Today, I ran into a friend from middle school which was surprisingly cool. Usually I cringe when these things happen. But she was very friendly and I really kind of missed her. Then I found out my Dad sells product to the coffee shop she works at and they interact all the time but she had no idea it was MY Dad. So weird. Anyway, reading today, shopping today. Oh! and watching Doctor Who today. Have I mentioned I JUST got into that show. It's amazing the things that I miss out on.


Tuesday, August 25, 2009


There is nothing worse than the unknown. I swear no one would fear death if we just KNEW what happens to us when our body stops functioning and our minds go blank.

Then again, if we knew what death had in store for us and it was say, sitting in a basement tied to a chair watching re-runs of Gray's Anattomy I could apprecaite the fear in knowing that.

Holly, why are you talking about death?

Reader, I have no idea. I was trying to go somewhere with this...somewhere with the unknown and oh yeah I just remembered.

Today, I had my real graduate studies final interview process thing. It was scary. I had met the guy once before, he is VERY Irish and he has these weird looking eyes that are small and the right one moves in different directions than the left (and oh my god if he is reading this I am so sorry) but he's a nice guy. So why was I nervous? Well I guess it was the unknown. What questions would he ask me? Was he going to like my answers? Could I give good answers?

Turns out I had nothing to worry about. I slid through the interview with no problems, and at the end he was just kind of like, "Well it's not official yet but I'm going to reccomend to the grad office that you get in, you seem like a perfect candidate."

I said: "Excellent."

What I wanted to say: "Um, Did you even look at my GRE scores? They were horrible. Also, where in Ireland are you from cause I'm writing a novel about a place in Ireland and I could really use a first persons account. Also, and I'm sorry if this offends you, but why are your eyes like that? Do you like rugby?"

Anyway, The point of this blog was the unknown. I was scared of this interview because I wasn't sure what to expect, how it was going to go, and what I had to say and act and do.

I have this problem where I look ahead TOO much. I'm always waiting for the next road block in my life to pop up so I can get to it and worry about it WAY before I have to. I want to KNOW the UNKNOWN before it becomes KNOWN. This causes me great amounts of stress so it's my biggest flaw I think, and my strength too cause it allows me to get things done the second they are capable of being done.

So anyway, here is some stuff I feel like saying in one sentece:
I got into grad school (almost officially, yay!).
I went to Portland.
The Columbia River is beautiful.
I saw the Washington stone henge and the U.K. Stonehenge
I pet a dog named Ned.
I pet 8 dogs with several different names who slobbered all over me.
I ate a deep fried pie (still recovering).
I went to Silverwood twice.
I saw Inglorious Basterds.
I am obsessed with dailybooth ( ).
I still have no car.
I have 12,000 to pay off in student loans, this number will increase very soon.
My phone won't charge on it's own unless I hold the charger into the phone.
My toes bother me.
I re-read Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows for the 3rd time yesterday.
I hate it that you can't pump your own gas in Oregon.
I need to make a valleygirl15/wereadbooks/hollishillis/thetwihardest video.
I am now obsesed with the tv show Eureka (thanks to patti).
I just spend a years worth of coke rewards on a drawing to go to Hawaii for 5 days.

These are just some of the things I've done...I will do...I think about...idunno...but they are definately not the UNKNOWN. Not anymore.


Saturday, August 15, 2009

Wisdom Teeth Removal

Let's start from the beginning shall we?

Thursday night I went INTO bed at 11:30...didn't sleep till 1:30...woke up at 4:30...woke up at 7:30...alarm went off at 8:30 Friday morning. A night full of crappy sleep. I was too tired to really care about getting my teeth removed, and more excited to be put BACK to sleep at this point.

9AM, 20 minutes before removal. Clearly I'm thrilled.

I started to get nervous once we got there. They put this scary plastic hospital thing on my wrist. It all felt very serious. I hugged my Dad like a little girl then headed on into the back room.

A lady came in and put some round sticky things on me to monitor my breathing. One on the left side of my chest one on the right side and one on my lower right stomach. She put a metal thing on my pointer finger, and 2 tubes in my nose which flowed in extra oxygen and dried it out uncomfortably. Then she left. It was kind of awkward because she didn't really tell me what all that stuff was for I just kind of guessed.

Then the needle lady came in. My heart rate beeping increased. I don't really have a fear of needles, and they don't bother me that badly, but who exactly WANTS to have a needle put in them: I don't. I asked if she was used to that, her coming in and people's heart rate elevating. She laughed and said she liked to think it was because she was attractive. I laughed because that was awkward for me to hear.

Anyway she put this blue band above my right arm and she stuck the needle in. Easy peasy. She hooked up the needle to a bag full of sugar and water. It apparently helped me hydrate since I couldn't eat or drink the night before. It also was used to mix the medicine with. She took the needle out and placed a tube in its place and said I was all set.

Then the dentist man and two dentist women came in and introduced themselves. After that it went something like this:

Me: Did you bring the good stuff?
Him: Yep we'll get you back to sleep here in just a second.
*I watched him inject the pack with anesthetic.*
Me: Do you guys always laugh at this part...when people just fall asleep suddenly?
Woman #1: My favorite part is when we wake people up.
Me: Haha oh.
*I watched the medicine flow down the tube and into my arm*
Woman #2: Now Holly, tell me when you start to get sleepy.
Me: Okay.
Me 5 seconds later: *the room starts to spin and I suddenly feel more tired than I ever have in my entire life* Oh my god what the fuck is this?

Yeah I was informed later I actually said that before I fell asleep. I seriously remember nothing until I woke up in my bed an hour and half after the medicine got to me.

I was hallucinating so bad...but it was awesome, my favorite part of the entire experience so far. The only thing I remember *and I thought I was dreaming this until my dad confirmed it actually happened* is that I was in a room facing a wall trying not to fall over and this girl next to me kept trying to leave the room and my Dad and another lady were trying to stop her. And I remember falling over on my Dad in the car ride home and he almost hit these three girls.

What happened is they woke me up and took me to a recovery room. Then I was in there with this girl and her mom and my dad. I was so out of it and my dad had to keep pushing my back so I wouldn't fall over on my face. And apparently the girl next to me kept trying to escape *she was also recovering from anesthetic*. Then we got in the car and I kept hallucinating that there were these three creepy triplet girls and my Dad kept almost hitting them! Then I was falling over on him while he was driving and he had to stop twice and put me in the back seat so I would stop hitting the wheel. I asked him to call my boyfriend twice, which he did. Then we got home and my Dad asked if I could walk up the stairs.

Me: Yeah, I'm not retarded *I said this VERY slurred*

Then he got out to open the door and I passed out. So he carried me up the stairs like a baby. I woke up and once I realized I was in my bed I heard the TV in the other room and I remembered I had to call Jesse. So I called Jesse *my boyfriend* twice apparently and he told me he was coming over, my dad already called him. Then I called my cousin Mandi and that meany put me on speaker phone I was slurring everywhere. Her whole family was making fun of me. Then I called my brother. Then my dad heard me talking on the phone then he took the phone away.

Then I slept. When I woke up all the good happy feelings were gone and I felt horrible. I looked a bit like this:

Gauze in my mouth, swallowing my own blood, and face throbbing.

Jesse: Your dad left to go get some.

Band-Aid where they put the IV in and my patient bracelet.

Then I fell back to sleep.
I woke up only to find that Jesse left for a bit while I slept and my Dad was back. I couldn't take pain meds till I ate something. I was mad cause I wasn't hungry just in pain. I didn't feel like eating chocolate pudding and my blood.

So I choked down a smoothie and swallowed a pill. Then Jesse came back over and me and him and my Dad watched Sling Blade *good movie*. I felt like I was going to throw up 4 times because of the meds, but didn't thankfully. Then I choked down a yogurt around 10:30 so I could take one last pain pill before bed. Jesse helped me change my gauze and helped me swish salt water in my mouth to help fight infection. Then he tucked me in and didn't leave till I fell asleep. BEST BOYFRIEND EVER!

I woke up today after a nice pain med induced sleep. My face is SO sore and my jaw is inflamed but most my bleeding has stopped. Mostly, I'm just in pain. I took my anti-inflammatory pill. I have to eat to take my pain meds and I'm not ready to eat yet. I just feel awful.

Dad made me a smoothie...but I'm using it to keep my face from hurting.

Let's hope things get better tomorrow...

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

My Deepest Darkest Secret! Okay...kind of...

I've been so busy. Like soooo busy. Like I'm so busy and cool I haven't been able to update my blog.

Holly, what have you been doing that has been keeping you from your blog, you ask.
Good question.

Okay, well...okay well honestly I haven't been THAT busy. And by THAT busy I mean for the past 3 days I reverted back to my famous 8th grade habit of...well...okay...of reading harrypotterdramionefanfiction.

I can't help it. I have this secret yearning for a softer side to the oh so sexy Draco. And I can't help but fantasise that Hermione and Draco were a Romeo and Juliet story only with a happy ending.

So I've been re-reading all of my favorite completed dramione fan fictions that I haven't read in years. And I'm becoming slightly obsessed by this. It's consumed my every thoughts. No more of this comparing men to Edward Cullen (that was so 3 years ago). Now I keep comparing men on TV and in real life to my fictional fan-fictional Draco Malfoy.

You know the one who was always misunderstood, the one who's father and mother never cared about him, so he lashed out at others. Or maybe the one who always loved Hermione but could never tell her or be with her so he lashed out at her. Or the one who saved Hermione from all of her problems (and those problems can rank from Harry and Ron suddenly ignoring her to some great intense mental disorder). Or the Draco and Hermione who were friends growing up but didn't know it then finally realized it in their 6th year. Or the Draco and Hermione who become head boy and girl and have to learn to get along in shared dormitories (which never was mentioned at all in the books that hb and hg get shared dorms but props to whoever came up with it because it's the most overly used plot line out there). OR the Draco who is a veela/unicorn/centaur/vampire and he can't NOT stay away from the suddenly HOT GOTH Hermione. You know that one...

Anyway that is what I've been doing. MARVELOUS Maggie has tweeted a request that I update my blog so I have. I have divulged to you my deepest secret of love for dramione fan fiction. You can all thank Maggie for that.

As far as Grad school goes I have turned in my application materials in full. Now I just have to wait for the school to receive them, then I will have my official interview and if that goes well then I get in! Fingers crossed because my GRE didn't go well and now I'm really nervous!

Take care all!


Saturday, August 1, 2009

I don't think I'll ever escape schooling

Remember the temp job? Where I'll be handing out beer to drunk college kids at their football games. That might be more permanent.

"But Holly, you said it would be so temporary it's not even funny, what are you trying to say?"

Hold on anxius reader. What I'm trying to say that...hold on let me back up a bit otherwise this won't make sense.

*Graduation day of High School* June 2007
Dad: Now you can go finish up getting that AA degree!

*Graduation day of Associate Degree* December 2007
Dad: Now you can go get that BA degree!
Me: hm.

*Graduation day of Bachelor Degree*
Dad: Now you can go get that Graduate Degree!
Me: I think I'm done Dad.
Dad: We'll see how you feel about that once you can't find a job.

*August 1, 2009*
Me: There are no jobs.
Dad: Time to consider that Grad Degree.
Me: Maybe, I just don't want to be in more debt.
Dad: Well if you went to the local college and lived at home you'd be saving me $10,000.
Me: Yeah dorm costs killed us when I went away to college to get my BA.
Dad: And the local college has $2,000 less expense a quarter than your last college did.
Me: What are you getting at?
*Did some calculations in head*
Dad: Well if you're up for it, I'd be willing to give you a free ride for your grad degree at the local college. Since the job market sucks you might as well slave away getting a degree than selling beer to college kids. Now YOU can be the drunk college kid who gets beer sold to!
Me: I'm only 19.
Dad: And you can have you grad degree by the time you're 21! THEN be a drunk graduate degree graduate! WHAT SAY YOU!


So I will be working on campus *if I get in to grad school...applying currently* with a job that is normally embarrassing but since I'm going to school it hardly is! This could be good. I think the only thing holding me back was money, and since my dad wants to pay for it...why not let him? Shoot!

However, I'm finding the application process EXTREMELY HARD. I'll post more on THAT later thought...