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Today we went to Six Flags, but not for very long. :/ The Batwing shut down just before we got on it, and then after that it rained - and then after that, Katie and Mom declaired they were already exhausted, so we left. Still, it was a pretty good theme park experience at $5 a pop...
Rides-wise, I got to go on the Joker coaster and Superman. Superman was quite good - long enough to make up for its lack of uniqueness - quite good, in general. The Joker coaster was bizzare - it was kind of like a really big knot of a coaster, very loopy but pretty fun. The free food was more questionable... the burgers looked like... um... I'm not sure... although the chicken tenders were alright. I don't think this park has really caught up with Busch Gardens or even King's Dominion in terms of cleanliness (despite every trashcan and employee being adorned with 'please throw away your trash - our family comes here, too') and there were flies, wasps, and flies that look like wasps all over the park, especially in the food area. By the end of the day, I found out where the free ice cream was, so I risked one. Um... it was a really short day. We got up at 8, but we were back home by 4. After I got home me, katie, and dad split a can of anchovies over crackers with swiss - which is like, the best threesome ever, btw - and then I became an idiot and decided to risk even MORE dairy and had some fudge we got from the park.
And then I got sick. Because I am an idiot.
Of course, I recovered by NOW... *coughcough*
I haven't done any of my GEMS interviews... I didn't get to... I didn't even bring it to the park... >: I should have. But bah humbug. I can suffer a single zero in GEMS, for goodness sake.
Although math maybe not so much. I forgot about - I should do that now, probably.
Um...

I bought, like, more yarn yesterday. Crocheting is like... a serious expense. But I think I've hit the mark where I have so much yarn that if I have any temptation to buy anymore, I will be reminded of the fact that I have enough at home to make a Cruella Deville looking coat... or something. D: I have plenty of yarn, is my point. In many colors, textures, and varieties. And I am very happy with my latest buys. For reallies.  That's it. That's it! D8!!!

P.S. The newly released Luna pics were awesome, so I mades me an icon.
 

Today had its good points and its bad points.
English was fine, but felt relatively unproductive as usual.
Physics was alright, as I'm sure it never goes below that with Pennline... but it wasn't any different than usual.
CoGo was okay... I found out there was a homework assignment I'm not even totally sure I actually even got, but I don't know if I got counted off for it or not.
Latin was alright, too. I feel like I managed to be fairly productive considering Gus, The Permanantly-Paid Jukebox. I'd say, "human", but if I've ever met a space alien before it really, really has to be this guy.
Nippon Club was alright. It was 'male dominant,' which was totally weird. (Only three girls there - way odd!) We did skits that were very silly but very fun.

I checked out the photo stuff, but after talking with my mom I guess I have to stay after school tomorrow. :/ I asked about whether I was allowed to wear the tux instead of the drape for my photo... to be allowed to you have to get a letter from a parent, the principal, and the head of the yearbook committee for it to be allowed. Of course, you can figure which one of those letters is the unattainable one. Right. My mom.
Of course my dad probably would, except my mom wouldn't let me and she's in charge.
Ughh. Of course, you guys know the thing that bothers me isn't the fact that I have to get this photo wearing the drape so much as my mother's strong devotion to typical gender roles versus my adamant belief in androgyny/gender equality. :/ I mean... Ugh! I wish it wasn't an issue at all. Something as simple as what you wear in a senior photograph is a rediculous thing for people to fume over so greatly. And you know the reason why they have to have a procedure is because people have a big freak out over stupid things like that? Really.
But... "The world isn't beautiful, therefore it is."
Michael got to come over to my house to hang out. Which was awesome. After a little bit of lolling over the Pheonix Wright game he was playing we decided to pull out The Orange Box and Go at the same time. He basically did a teaching game with me (which I lost) while playing Team Fortress 2. At some points we would mess with the others by playing silly music instead of talking through the microphone. The best responses were when I played Kelly's "Let me borrow that top" and the guy on the other side was like, "OH GOD. Please. Don't play this song. D:<", and when I put on Lemon Demon's "The Ultimate Showdown" and (different guy) tried singing along, pathetically out of beat (he was like 4 seconds behind). I made lasagna that was actually pretty good.
But the best part was when my dad came downstairs. Interrupted us. And asked Michael if he would help him with his math homework. XDDD Yeah, of the two, I'm totally more like my dad. XDDD (Funny we even have the same go-to for the same problem XD)
But yeahh. Overall, mostly good... besides my mother's momliness, as usual.

I crocheted another thing this morning, but my mom said that "I was just pretending it had a function when actually it's a functionless thing".
I made kind of a puff... cuff... thing. It's like a little cuff sleeve, but it's a bubble shaped cuff that I can just barely wriggle my little hand through (although it fits perfectly once it's on). It's gray and a weird combo between picot netting and single crochet. Quirky and fun. I think I'm gonna wear it anyway.
It does look like a sea anenome, or coral, or something, though. Kind of nautical fun. Woot. I should stitch in seashells XDDD
...Oh wait, that might actually be awesome. Where did I put my seashells?!

...Ahh! Where is my purple platypus?! (Note: My purple platypus is my pincusion. It's an old, round, plush platypus that I decided sometime last year would be great for that function. It's not that weird! Really, it's not!!! D8) ...Ahh. Found him.
Anyway...

I also bought myself a good stock of candy. I swore to myself before I bought it I would try to stretch it to... like, halfway through October. But. Now that I've bought it. I think I'll have shocked myself if I make it last the week.
I bought
1) a bag of gummy bears [I haven't eaten these things since I was a little kid and suddenly, I was CRAVING them. So I got some. dammit.]
2) a box of Good & Fruity (I would have gotten its counterpart good & plenty, but I didn't want to blow too much on candy)
and... *drumroll*
3) A big theater box of... can you BELIEVE IT??? LEMONHEAD & FRIENDS. I was like 8O NO. WAY. I almost died of happiness. (P.S. his friends are Grapehead, Cherryhead, and Orangehead. What happened to Applehead and Melonhead?! It's still a godsend of ferrarapanly goodness! )
Plus I got another thing of icebreakers to keep my breath fresh at school. I am happy, anyway.

But yeah. That was most of my weekend. Woop. Woop.

...really good! Or at least it has been so far!
English was good. I got the introduction to my essay typed up. It took a while for me to start but once I did I felt like what I typed was strong, which was good.
Earth Science was... well 'fun', but we really didn't do much. I was just kind of dreamy and spaced. As we left Mr. Conrad complimented me on my hat XD So I guess, really, wearing a fancy hat IS allowed at school, so long as you aren't wearing it on your head.
Math was... well, totally drudgerous as usual but I got through it. :/ Twas mkay.

Theenn... GEMS. Hahaha, another big GEMS class! I don't know why; there's something about this that just gets me pumped! I guess when I have seminar more often I have more hits more often.

Today was college essays. The first guy didn't even write his, and I was second, so I had to present mine first.
Mine was to the prompt, "In 150-300 words, tell us what inspires you." So... I wrote a poem. It was totally embarrassing to read. But when the others critiqued it - they all thought it was really good! Even Mr. Rischard said, "That was really good. And I mean, it's rare for me to say that. I mean, it's really rare that I say that." And so I was all happy. 8D Any fathom of embarassment and unconfidence in myself left me entirely, and I was in a frabjous mood the rest of seminar. All of the input, and the interpretations I got from it were really good - so, I don't think I'll touch it. I think I'll actually send this one in with my application. I don't want my parents to read it though. They make all my bliss miserable, even when they're happy - because they go embarrassing as hell and s***. But anyway...

Then, the next one was... Matt, I think. His prompt was something like, "If you met a literary figure...". The opening was really strong, with the story of this guy, and then the second part was all tell and little show and it was kind of weak. A lot of us gave in input, and I tried to give advice as to what he should do rather than tell him 'what he's doing wrong'. (You guys know I don't like doing that! I don't believe in that!) I gave him the recommendation if the second part was more show than tell again, maybe he could write in the form of a memoir or a journal. "You're having a good day today, huh?" Mr. Rischard asked me. I nodded quietly. "It's the fancy hat." Fancy hats help.And then Mr. Rischard gave it to him really straight - he was totally frank. He was really frank to all of us. But I felt good the whole time that... Mine was good. I was me in the first draft. I needed no revision. That's great. I don't like to revise me. To change me, sure, but revise, no way! I'm trying to think of how I'll present my essay - maybe I'll put it in a cool font and decorate the border. I am applying to art college, after all.

After Matt was... who??? I want to say Sandra, but maybe I'm skipping someone? Maybe not! Or... Mr. Rischard was talking about debt. He said, "Everyone has the college that's the best for them. But, I think, and this is just me, that if you can go to the college best for you but you'll be in debt - don't go. Find somewhere else. To be in debt is to be enslaved."
But, I think, and I thought this there, too, that I don't agree with him there. That's not... no, I don't believe in that. Debt is like a wall. Most people freak out, they worry, as this wall grows quietly beside them, but at first it's not too bad - it might trip you up a little, but it's okay. Then one day it's grown so tall and so long, you can't go around it - you're trapped, I think. This is what happens to most people.
But, I don't think this should be a problem for me, even if I'm drowning in debt someday, even if this wall becomes a monolith - and I'll tell you why. Because. I'm not going to flounder around behind this wall. I'm not going to be scared, behind it, trying to climb over it or run along the side trying to find the end. Knowing myself... I wouldn't mind the wall so much. New room. I should mount things on it. We need shelves. Shouldn't I paint it? Murals are nice. Outside I like the look of graffiti on concrete monoliths just like this one, so why not a little bit of that? Maybe, some pictures on it. The shelves should be full of books and pens and brushes. What about paint? Gotta keep it somewhere. Maybe some good potted plants. Maybe straight in the ground. Let the ivy climb the wall...
And maybe someday I'll realise I need a book at the top of this monolith, I'll climb up and up the ladder, til I find it, near the top, but then, you'll see, maybe, these old stones on the top... all this weathering down, out in the weather... grab a thick volume... it isn't hard to knock them down... one by one... bit by bit... slowly.

But then, yes, Sandra. Sandra wrote hers on... Who's his name? And The Little Prince. It was a strange essay, and Taylor said, "It was like looking at it all through wax paper." Her point changed so drastically. She reads the book, she gives it up, and then, she goes back, only to decide she doesn't need it. I got distracted near the end - she mentioned the sky - and I, I had mentioned the sky before - so I looked out the window. I got a little stuck in the sky for a little bit, there. But it was a strong basis, and I know Sandra - I think well enough, at least, that I know she'll do well, she'll come back, have revised it, and it'll be really strong. I think I said something... Sandra nodded... "You're really having a good day today, huh?" Mr. Richard asked me. I nodded. "It's the fancy hat."

Then finally was Phillip. Phillip the cellist, Phillip. His essay was - so - textbook. So not "Phillipine" as Mr. Rischard said. It was really not. And so the lot of us, I thinked, tried to explain to him how his passion sounded - how he sounded to us - how Phillip was and how he should right it. Phillip said that he wanted to, "eat, sleep, and breathe cello" and Taylor said it sounded cliche. I said, "If that's what you're going to do, then do it! For real." "You have an aura when you've got your cello." Lawr said, and I heartly agreed. "It's like...  I don't know... sort of like a good apple ipod commercial... you're just surround with colors that are sound." I mean, we're not friends, but I think you'd have to be blind, and, more importantly deaf to not understand that Phillip is not just passionate about the cello, he is a cellist, and he might as well be married to the instrument. The guy really loves his craft.
I think I tried to explain how he could imager..ify... his... um, essay thing. How to describe the immersion. "I think I was talking about my wanting to be immersed in art college and Michael said he could imagine me jumping into a pool of green paint." And everyone was like, "Michael -----" and I'm like, "Yeah, that one - you're surround it by it. Swimming in it. Immersed for real."
"You really are having a good day today, huh, aren't you?" Mr. Richard said to me a final time. "It's the fancy hat." I said, gesturing to the thing on my back. "I'm telling you."

So today was a very good GEMS. And a bit of an ego boost. The whole day was an ego boost... but then, I was wearing an outfit that was 'me'... so I felt good to begin with... and people only said good things of it to me, so... Yeah...

Then I got home. Turns out both my mom and Eliza are sick, now, so they were both home. It's a good thing I listened to L'Arc on the bus - I really wanted to listen to L'Arc after that one. The rest of my day might not be so great, but, mehh. School was good. Frabjous.

I can crochet, a little. I can spool knit a lot better. But crochet, really I'm just a beginner. But...
...I know I am abnormally slow at it. I should take a video of it somehow in realtime. I'm really, really slow.

I did my GEMS essay - or poem, rather - and I still have my introduction to do, but it shouldn't take me too long to write, anyway.

Yes, yes. I am still trying to update my style. It'd be easier if my parents didn't go ripping my money out of my hands every time I've tried - and if I didn't enjoy the rich thrift shop so much. :/ It's like... I just feel like I don't really look like how I think of myself. I kind of want to wear my inside on my outside - just a little bit.

( cut for those who don't give a crap about it )
That's it for now... :/ I have to do hw and stuff. Later.

Yeah... this school year has been insane so far... but pretty damn introspective.
I thought the last year was supposed to be easy - but that's a lie. The CISL program is B.S. and insane. If I can't get out of CISL, I'm very seriously now considering switching out of AP Latin V for a level 1 language class to finish out my language credit. I love the class, but it's too much work at much too high a pace for me - to think that I could keep up for the rest of the year is a joke. I'm not even really keeping up now, and we've just started!
The thing is that... I was going to try and see the psychologist tomorrow... but I don't know if I'm going to see her or my guidance counselor. -pffft- It's just crazy stuff.

Yesterday was filled with fun, as I'm sure you guys probably figured from my incoherent rambling...
The thing that bothered me, which is the same thing that has always bothered me... is that both of my parents think that 'solutions' to my 'problems' should be 1) trying to force me into changing myself entirely, and get over my 'bad habits', i.e. lack of organizational skills, forgetfullness, inattentiveness, or basically my plausible attention deficit disorder 2)punishments (It bothers me SO MUCH that my father REALLY, REALLY thinks this is SOMEHOW EFFECTIVE. All that punishment does is piss me off, and make it even harder to do the things he wants me to do, setting aside the amount of stress it inspires.

One of his threats (which, he warns, 'will be the first thing to go') is my allowance. For one thing, it's not like I get a whole lot from my parents anyway, or I'm some kind of crazy spender. My parents actually owe me around $100 (my summer pay for watering the garden, which I cut in half every week because I generally didn't bother on saturdays). But the fact is that I've been doing a good job keeping my teeny-tiny amount saved up and not spending, because I've been seriously contemplating what I want to do with it. I've been thinking I'll spend at least some of it on my new wardrobe (considering the amount of which my current one is outdated and mismatched) and the rest perhaps I'll hold onto a little longer and use for some crafting supplies... if there's a 'the rest'. I was actually going to post some stuff from gmarket, but the site's doing another one of its stupid things again so I guess I'll do that later.

As for tonight, it's all writing: I have to do the introduction to my essay for English (rough) and my first/rough draft personal essay for college for GEMS. :/ That's about it.

Yeah. A very long day.
English was quite enjoyable. We're writing an essay over the next few days, but I think I'll like it. I had to read a short story (from a list of options) so I chose to read Edgar Allen Poe's... A Cask of Amontillado. I'd never read it before, but some people said they had... and didn't like it, but I usually like Poe, so I read it and was relieved that I did enjoy it.
Then I went to Earth Science, which was fun and calming. I mean. Plotting a line graph. Colored pencils. Is it wrong that I enjoy the passiveness, the simplicity, the childishness? The level of pressure is, at least, perfect for me there - and I actually like the subject. I honestly don't know why I never took it before. My stubborness was a fool on that count.
Then I had Advanced Math (Alg III). It was 'okay', as usual. I don't really like algebra, or the teacher, so... it was just alright. I don't think I made a huge number of mistakes, though. I got, like, two things wrong on my homework, which is really good...
Then we had GEMS and we talked about colleges and essays and things. Mr. R questioned me... like about the college I was looking at and what I wanted to do. Apparently he's actually really familiar with the area, and I was pleased to find out that it's fantastic and filled with artsy things (and safe, he assured me) - but he warned me that the university 'looks like a prison (literally)'. I decided that I want to do a college trip there... I don't know that I'll necessarily want to go to the college, but the area sounds great.
Then, school ended, we had Nippon Club... it was awkward and quiet, and felt really flimsy. It wasn't the worst ever, but it felt really underachieving. It felt like the two seperate worlds again.
I got to talk to paraparalover after school... we had a really deep discussion. I really enjoyed it. It felt like a good fill-in, too. We don't have any classes together, so I was happy to get to talk so openly with one of my best friends.
On the way home I talked to my mom. Our skills at communicating with one another are as poor as ever. By the end we figured out we were barely arguing (we pretty much agreed) but both of us thought of it completely differently. But, I think I may have swayed her into a college visit - I really want to see the college, like, from the inside. I have to know now if it's just housed in a jail or if, secretly, it is one. XD That IS about the loveliest thing you can find out about your top choice college, by the way.

But... it's like...
I think my parents are convinced that I am a young naive buffoon.

My mom is so... absolute. "You've been doing everything wrong," she says, "You have all of these problems." ("Your whole life," she says, also.)
"I have no problems," I remarked, "I have done nothing wrong my whole life. I don't believe that there is a right way or a wrong way for me to be doing anything. There is no solution for 'me'."
"You are completely the opposite of me. You always have been." But then how can she be so sure of the directions in my life? And why is she so afraid that I will make mistakes just as she has? I have no doubt I will make mistakes in my life - I fully intend to make them. But why does she think mine will be hers if she really thinks we are so different?
I don't know if she's clouded by her heart or her hopelessness. "I agree with you completely. You aren't a number." She pauses. "But we live in a world and a country that thinks exactly the opposite. It is made of numbers."
But I am not the world or the country. I am an individual. And so I am not a number. I am infinite. Because I stand by myself. The world and the country are free to do the math.
It looks as if my mother lost a fight with numbers, and, as they have won the battle, she has decided that she will submit to them and serve them. But when was life, or art and numbers - ever about winning or losing?
"And with your attention deficit. Your disorganization doesn't help the problem." But when were either of those things ever a problem? Attention deficit is not a problem - which is why if I am ever diagnosed, I don't want medication. It is not a problem to be corrected. Attention deficit is not a problem but a way, and why should I 'correct' my way, especially if it is my own way? It is just how I see, how I do, how I think. Differently. Slowly. Wavering. Pulsing. Like a slow beaming light from a light house, going the whole entire way around, which spends half its time looking at the ocean as it should and half the time meaninglessly observing the land, finding no fault in the idea that it may never find a lost ship there. There is no fault in a lighthouse looking on the land.


Then my father. "Enough of this forgetting... slacking... low grades... B.S." he tells me, "I don't care what you want to do. You have to work on your school work. You have to get good grades. If you don't, I won't hesitate to take things away from you. You'll lose things. You have no idea how much I can take away." His voice is stern and cold. "And you know what? I thought the same thing as you once. You know what else? I was stupid. It was stupid. And you, you don't even have a second option. You can't fall back on the military like I did. If you fail you have nothing."
There is nothing else I can think, except... I pity so much. I pity such finitey. Such finality. Such 'solutions' and such 'answers'. And... how much wrath there was in his voice. As if I had been the one to end things for him. I know I did no such thing. But I think he is sure that I am finite, too. But that can only happen if you break.
I won't break. If there's anything I am as such a stubborn fool, well, I am not going to break. There's a reason for that. I don't intend to break. If I am dying on the street I will not break. I am infinity, damn it! I have everything in my power to stay together. And I will.
But I can be everywhere, scattered, disorganized and foolish, and naive, and young, and an idiot if I want to be. I'm not going to break. I'm going to continue. Forever.
Nothing shall ever stop me. And nothing doesn't exist. That I assure myself every day. So there are no obstacles. So damn me if I have faith in myself! I have the right to be anything, and I've chosen just that!

Auggh... but... auggghh... I know my parents are just worried about me, and I'm kind of having a hiss fit at them even though they're just caring. But how much I've wished they didn't care. That I could be me. That I wouldn't have to worry about them. That I didn't feel so sorry for them. How I wish they'd change, oh, I am a stubborn sunuvah but where the hell do they think it's coming from? It's not popping out of nothing. I've already established that that doesn't exist. Sometimes I think I'm so much like them it's repulsive. My parents disgust me so much of the time. Because they've given up, they're broken, and they're miserable people - and they think that I can somehow make amends for that - but then their means are that I need to 'fix' myself, 'fix' my life... while forgetting... I'm not broken yet. You can't fix what isn't broken.
And I shall not break by any hands, ever ...except for perhaps theirs.

-Meme-

Taken from eranith. YOU GUYS comment and answer these, not me.
 

( take it )

 

for catldr24 for... IDK, a good conversation tonight. And 'cause I said I would. Here's to hope for a water day.

Deathnote Tribute Album

My fav's: basically everything! haha.
37.0c by Hitomi Yaida
Himitsu Kessha by Shikao Suga feat. Amazons
Diabolo by Buck-tick (this is the second one where I was like -_- I thought so...)
Avante Garde by Coil feat. Kyoko
Garden by Kirito
Real Days by MCU

Deathnote Movie Soundtrack

My fav's:
Energy by High and Mighty Color [These lyrics are SO PERFECT right now.]
Miracle by Doping Panda
Nagare ~Kuukyo~ This Word by Uverworld
Chest by Orange Range

:)

D8
D8
D8

House.

Like... D8!!!
I know the EW! said that House and Wilson were going to be friends by the end of season 5. But... but... D8!!! It's like watching two of your best friends... fighting to the death in the coliseum or something. It's horrible. But you can't look away because it's your buds down there. D8 *eyetwitch*

Please let them patch things up soon... for MY sake... D8
Or at least they should throw in some of that House x Cuddy they promised us, too, to keep me sane, soon... Really...
I need SOMETHING.
That 13 stuff was good, but... not nearly satisfying. Unless 13 turns into new!girl!House, in which case things'd probably be insanely too goodly satisfying to the point House and Wilson will be suspicious.
Because. She is suddenly more take charge. Suddenly.

For one... and I know... some of you will think I'm weird or gross for bringing this up... but... Hahaha. I've just realized... like everyone else in the house complains about how my room smells bad. And... I think it kind of does (haha). It has the musty air of a guy's bachelor pad or something XDD And kind of the look of one, too... until you look closely at what's in the piles of muck and realise there are one or two female things tossed among them. XD By one or two things, I mean... a purse I've never used and a thing of bobby pins. XD It's almost hilariously manly, looking at it now... my mess... 8D
But... uh... yeah... it's because I think so much in this room. When I'm by myself, in deep introspection, I seriously pace... (I don't do this in public, usually, but I never really get this deep into thought in public, usually...) so, like... I guess the room is grossed with my pace sweat. XD That's totally disgusting and grimy... but... it's my think space, so... I don't care. XD It's my room, and... the only other people who ever venture in are dudes, anyway. XD (Like my dad and my guy friends so we can go on my computer...)
But. Yeah. I should probably try and find an air freshener in my house and steal it solely for my bedroom sometime. I've heard there's watermelon frebreeze, has anyone seen it before? I hate perfumey smells, but... WATERMELON... who, even people who don't like to eat watermelons like me, how can anyone hate the smell of artificial watermelon?!
But, yeah... [/grosstangentlawl]

GEMS today was cool. I really participated this time. What with my "But but but but both ends of the scale are robots so we should eliminate the extremes why this guy is right otherwise but the extremes they are wrong we need in between plz totally..." but then it got a bit pulled a part by, "Does love exist?" which... was kind of a tangent, but not exactly. It was fun though, Mr. Rischard complimented me for starting a good discussion again, so, I was pretty pleased. I used the whiteboard. And the brown marker. I really need a brown whiteboard marker. So cool. And I ate through half of my mints like they were popcorn, but, you know. XD
 

I just did my journal for GEMS and now I feel pleasingly wicked and omnicient and writey and crap. XD Because it was one of those prompts where I was like... "Yeah, I agree with it all... EXCEPT FOR THIS ONE THING WHICH IS TOTALLY WRONG AND THIS IS WHY FUHUHUHUHHAHAHAHAHA." XDD Makes me feel all powerful and stuff.
lol... I never really read Emerson's essay... this one person in the writer's block forum was all citing it before and I went back and read it and it's like... "... DX< They were using this to argue against me when THAT'S PRETTY MUCH WHAT I WAS SAYING?" Like, SUPER FAIL lol. But it was basically... Krishnamurti... and education... and I was like, "Yeah, he's right, but... his definition of intelligence is B.S. because's blah blah blah blah basically he's got the forumula for how to become a robot, right there..." XD IT TWAS FUN.
And liek what I already have my math done? How can this be? Well... actually he gave us a really short worksheet before... I'm suspicious of it... and so I'll probably look over it tomorrow... but for now I'm just like, "HAHA! I AM DONE FOR ONCE!" lol.

Well, this has been a surprisingly productive weekend.

Yesterday we had an officer's meeting at Lacey's house. We talked a lot about the first meeting and the plausible bonfire, and a bit about homecoming. Lacey gave me his gifts from Japan, which were awesome (thank you~~). 18 & 19 of FMA, so at AUSA I just have to get 17 and 20 to fill in my collection. Then he gave me this hoodie vest thing - at first I thought, can I get away with wearing that? But I think it looks good if I pair it with one of my guy shirts (rather than my 'girl shirts' lol). The double zipper is kind of annoying to zip, but it actually looks good if I utilize it lol (It's long and I think it thinks it's a tailcoat rather than a hoodie vest. XD Which is awesome since I've always wanted a tailcoat thereyago it's my first one XD)
Then... Michael went back to my place and we had a good time. He played a bit of soul calibur 4 w/ my sister and Graham. Then after that we went to my room and talked and stuff and started IMing each other (from 3 feet away lol). And now we're planning on making an IM webcomic/fanfiction thing. :O It's top secret right now but that's what we're doing.

Honestly, not feeling my best right now. :/ I got the smart idea to not only risk eating the sandwich my mom made for lunch for me today (which had cheese in it) but then to also eat gogurt and brownies afterwards. :/ Too much dairy was a bad idea. I've felt sick for like two hours now. I took a shower to ease my stomach and took a different-brand "dairy therapy" pill that I'm hoping will work. >_>; The thing that's dumb about these pills is that you're supposed to take them for three days and then theoretically take one a day after that and you should be able to handle any dairy without having to have a pill every meal. I honestly think lactaid is easier... + they taste way better.

Other than that... the Nippon meeting is tommorrow at Lacey's house at 11:30. Hopefully, smart one here will have recovered by then and it'll be good. Too bad nobody's online so I can't contact them - although Daniel alread confirmed he's coming. :/ I don't know if I'll be able to get ahold of my risen freshman. Oh well.

:,D catldr24 & everybody else should love this.

Also... yesterday I spent my time pretty much solely focused on my English hw, which was a 'digital college portfolio'. I spent the whole time on the actual... art... part... and ended up realising I really don't have a whole lot of art. (I mean, I... I only really used art I happened to have on my computer... but I know I don't have a lot of actual art besides that... D:) I have to actually try and WORK on some stuff now.
Since I'm kind of thinking working in illustration/comics, I was thinking of making a short 8-15 page comic, but I don't know what of yet. :/ I'm thinking of pulling some stuff out of my old Iiya story just for the spontenaity.

Life is like... craaazzzyyy now. Senior year is supposed to be a breeze, but I guess I spent my relaxation last year amid the chaos. I'm tired as hell right now, though, and I might be coming down w/ something. I have to get off now and work on my math hw.

But yeah... Nippon meeting now on the weekend, so comments from paraparalover & catldr24, if you guys want, whatever. =__=; Like, I  don't know. Today is just... glooommmyyy. lol

Cause like I need to update.
Yesterday we didn't do so much. (That's about it.)
Theeennn today... we had English... and... oh! I saw one of those little "silver fish" bug things for the first time. I've heard of them but never actually seen one before. It was on the floor. It was kind of like... just a shiny earwig... :< It wasn't as gross as one, though. augh... the article mentions house centepedes which I REALLY, REALLY HATE. D:< *distress*
Back OFF the topic of GROSS BUGS...
Earth science was earth science. As if I had no idea oceanography is the study of bodies of water. (No kidding.)
Math was mathish. I turned in my hw - one that I worked on really hard w/ catldr24 helping me was wrong! D: IDK what he said the answer was. But it was wrong. It sucked. I went to lunch and talked to Brandy more about cos'es and stuff... and then Erin and I suffered more math.
Then we went to GEMS. There was some cool discussion... if we were all sleeping babies and our lives were our dreams, couldn't we just as well all be sleeping adults? Chicken/egg complex? Highly unlikely theorem imo, prolly.
Taylor's was cool... even if I don't like softball... she had some good points. (She's an existentialist.) Darianne talked about the Giver.
Theennn...
yeah. That was for the most part.

OH! P.S. You guys know that I keep up with (a very few number of) webcomics on deviantart... this one is my ship to the max... (LE/SS)... It's AMAZING SNAPEY SWEETNESS. LOL

For English we were supposed to get our college applications & find the essay prompt & bring em all to class tomorrow.
So I was like weeding through these websites trying to find the stuff (you'd think it'd be easy but it's like a gorram scavenger hunt) and finally, I find it. So I try really hard to find the essay prompt and am reading through this whole thing and I'm not finding it, so I'm like, "where is it?"
And then I find it.

Please write 150-300 words about what inspires you.

=__________________= LAME.

This was amid 10 pages of very small fonted application. What the freaking hell. I can't even find the essay prompt for my 2nd and 3rd choice colleges so I'm stopping at the "this is good enough for now" point. Cos it, like... totally is.

I haven't even looked over my Latin hw and I barely give a crap. ):<

So yeah... for those who don't know, I've been plotting (through most of high school) that, like, when I get into college I'll utilize my art skills to make a little extra cash on the side. I've been thinking about making a kind of "shop" (but only so much as to the extent as an ebay or etsy account is a shop) to sell my stuff. I've been thinking about what to call it for like a year and yesterday after that phenomenally long time brooding over it I decided on tidalice. I'm not like... an alice and wonderland person or anything (never even read it) but I think it fulfills its purpose implying cool, quirky, and generally random things (although I figured it's more than likely that my cephalopods'll keep on poppin' in and thus the 'tidal'. I know - genius word pun.) and "curiosities"... so yeah... I made my blank little lj comm for it, so yeah.
I've been thinking about things I can sell in college, and so far I've got:
- original art (including pictures, prints, sculptures, and possibly photographs)
- cheap jewelry
- spool knit creations (because why not?)
And like... that's all I can guarantee so far XD Those are the things I feel skilled enough at that I feel like I could sell them without being a cold and dillusional con artist - I'm not going to sell anybody crap, so, that's what I've got.

Other than that... I got to go to the thrift store again today (:D!). I got like 3 jacket things... a brown hoodie (which is THICK and fleecey even though it doesn't look it!), this brown chinelley jacket thing that's kind of funny in that it's almost a weak attempt at borderline androgyny in itself, other than its flimsy soft chinelley fabric. XD And then I got this uber weird burguny corduroy jacket.... I don't why, but I kind of like brown and burgundy corduroy for no explainable reason. :/ Maybe Willy Wonka kidnapped my brain and killed it or something. Love or hate him, you gotta admit he's a snazzy dresser... (and probably an abuser of the word 'snazzy'.)

Aaanndd like... that's it. I have to do homework and crap. D:
HW:
Physics WS (I almost forgot it but I DO have one!)
Latin Packet (due Weds.)
Cogo stuff
Look up college stuff for english
math ws

D: OMG WHEN WAS THERE SUDDENLY SO MUCH TO DO? /dies