Wednesday, June 22, 2005

Yearbooks and, apparently, my friend,
Thanks for that, friend. -_-;;

Anyway, yearbooks. This year's layout and colourscheme and font and everything just kind of sucked and sucked, but that's not what it's about, is it? I mean, I wasn't expecting to be in more than one photo (the profile one), though I did happen to be featured in a small picture near the back, looking particularly conniving.
It's not about that, either. It's about the signatures!!!!!111one It's about randomly accosting people you barely know because you have this inexplicable, irrepressible desire to remember them forever. Or, that failing, to connect their face with the words...well, fuck. I cannot read those words because these randomly accosted people all signed in languages I cannot read. Way to go, Dickson. Ah well. No matter. Adds some diversity of phonetics or whatever, I guess.
Actually, it was pretty funny, if a little awkward when I got him to sign my yearbook. I happened to walk by him at lunch, so I said, "Hey, Dickson! Sign my yearbook! We're in gym class together!" He kind of stared at me for a couple of seconds, then took about two minutes to write six kanji. I think they're probably his name, but I cannot be sure. : /
Anyway, he handed the book back to me after he signed and said, "Thankyou," which was bizarre, among other things. Why would he say "thankyou"? He could have said, "See you next year" or, "Here you go" or even a brief, "There". But..."thankyou"? o.o;;

Then, there was the girl I only really talked to yesterday. I told the girl she was walking with that I thought the keychain on her bag was cute (which it was), and then she [the first girl] immediately says, "Do you speak Japanese??"
My response was a laughing, "No...!"
"But...Catherine said you spoke--"
"I speak a very little." I wondered, How many people has Catherine told I speak Japanese?? >_>;;
Anyway, this morning, I asked the Japanese girl (Jenny) to sign my yearbook. She kind of blinked at me and said, "What?"
"Could you sign my yearbook?"
"Well...I..."
I looked at her. She lowered her voice and said, sheepishly, "I can't write English."
So I said, "So?! Write something! : D"
"In Japanese?"
"Sure!"
And, so, I have this to decipher over the summer holidays. If any one knows what the kanji mean, I'd be delighted to hear read your translation. I can only read hiragana and katakana, after all.
The part that really has me ponderin' is "Donmil". I don't know if she means I'm going there or she is or what! Drivin' me crazy! Oh well; I'll ask her tomorrow, at our "grad" ceremony. *rolls eyes*
Nice kid. : )

Then, since Ding Ding is always shmucking around my homeroom, I said, "Hey, Ding, sign my yearbook."
So he did. He was very excited about it, too.
Can't believe that boy broke his arm twice in two years. That's something you have to be very, very special to do. Either that or he drank, like, no milk throughout his childhood. Or is secretly a post-menopausal woman who keeps neglecting to take her calcium supplements or eat right.
I can't decide which is most likely.

Then, this came into being. Isn't it just the sexiest thing alive??
I drew a picture of THE ULTIMATE SEXY GACKT in the guy who drew this one's yearbook, as well.
Tsk.

And, of course, my pal Holden always has something golden to contribute. This is about as golden as they come.

Those are all the ones I've scanned thus far.

In most people's yearbooks, I drew caricatures of them, often in clothing that did not suit them at all. For instance, I drew the guy who drew THE ULTIMATE SEXY GACKT in a shirt with the peace sign on it. If you knew him, you'd LAUGH.
Then, I drew a picture of a very grumpy, cynical pal of mine as an old man, saying, "Hey you kids! Get off my damn lawn!" Every one loved it, of course. : P
I must get him to scan it, as it truly is an amusing picture. He has wrinkles, a cain, and everything. Of course, "Squirrel Boy" added a shotgun and some other details, but the mood is still pretty much the same. Actually, it's more him because of it. (This is the guy who says at least twice a day, out of nowhere, "I really need to go kill something.")
What can I say? He drives the Bitter Bus.

And I can't believe I missed seeing my two guy friends giving each other hickies in geography class! Curse you, stupid end-of-year "fun" assignment that the teacher will fail you over! >: O If it weren't for you, I would have been LOOKING.

Fooey.
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