Birthday • 1989-07-11 Gender •
Female Location • Nashville, TN, USA (wandering around) Member Since • 2005-12-08 Occupation • Student/part-time mercenary Real Name • Susan, the gratest person you'll ever meet, but will most likely take for granted
Personal
Achievements • Obviously being myself Anime Fan Since • Right before high school, probably 2002. Favorite Anime • NANA (and pretty much anything by Ai Yazawa, but Paradise Kiss is a bit overrated and at times annoying), Fushigi Yugi, Hot Gimmick, Kare Kano, Mars, all that shojo jazz. And I do realize that all of these are manga. I prefer it to anime. Goals • To Live. To Love and to be Loved. And to move to Germany because right now, I'm not too happy with America. Hobbies • Arts, all of them Talents • Drawing, singing, being pretty damn cool.
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“Your arms can’t fit around the moon, and I slide right through. So, when we get to the moon, and you reach out for me, I’ll drift away like a jaded memory, right out of your life, forever.” – Self-Written Poetry
Yesterday, my English III honors class had a field trip to the downtown library. The best part was we got to wander around downtown for lunch. I know my way around, so I felt kind of like a tour guide.
Caroline: How do you get to the arcade?”
Me: Well, we take a right at the front door, go down three block, take a left, and then another left under the green awning.
But it was kind of weird and scary, too. We (Martha, Caroline, Jasmine, and myself) kept getting looks and winks from the Mexicans. (I know that’s no politically correct, but it’s true.) You just can’t seem to find any normal (as in the kind who are polite) cute guys downtown, except for the indie beatniks, but they’re too shy to look at you. Damn.
I love Nashville. There’s this great saying I once heard. “You can leave Tennessee, but Tennessee will never leave you.” And that’s true. Nashville will always be home to me. You can’t change where you were born.
Jessica showed me this new game you can play. You write down the name of the guy you like, your name, the month, date, day, and current relationship and then you play. It’s hard to explain unless you can see it, but it’s cool. So, I wrote down the guy I’ve liked for years (let’s call him “Thomas”) and my result was “Amor”, which is Spanish for love. And last month we did an online test during a break in class and it was this game call “Fortune Cookie.” The weirdest part is you write all the information down randomly. Well, it asked for two guys names. I wrote down “Thomas” and Baron. The number I wrote “Thomas” by meant that he’s the one I’m in love with. (Well, duh!) Then you write down some other stuff and then four song names. Well, the songs match up with the two guys and how you feel about life. The song that matched “Thomas” was “I’m the Man who Love You” by Wilco. I almost died. (Plus, that’s my favorite Wilco song and it makes me happy and teary (joyous tears) at the same time.)
The True Love Test for the two of us was 85%.
Something tells me that now is the time that the ball is in my court and to get that ball rolling. Now, all I need are the right words to make him understand just how I feel about him.
To the members of the Blank Generation, SAL-UTE!
(Wow! A Richard Hell and Hee Haw reference in the same sentence! How unexpected!)
German kicks and my favorite Taiwanese chick
You won’t believe what happened.
I’ve met the German of my dreams today. It’s weird. It’s a schoolgirl crush, really. Ana, the super cool exchange student that Courtney is hosting, came in to 2nd block a little late because she had to change her classes back so she could hang out with us. So, she brought this guy with her. I was like, “Wow. He’s really hot.” In my mind, of course. I old them to pull up a chair and then, when they had sat down, I said, “Hey, I’m Susan.” The guy extended his hand. “Hello. I am Neils.” Soft hands, firm grip, gorgeous smile. Then we were all talking about German words and I was telling them what I knew. Then, I was looking up some words in Ana’s dictionary and, well, let’s just say I found an off color word. So, I showed it to Courtney and she laughed and said, “Susan wants to ask you something in German.” I blushed a little and said, “No. No. It’s okay. I don’t want to say it.” He leaned forward with a to-die-for smile and said with his to-die-for accent, “Please. Go ahead. I want to hear you say it.” So I said, “Um… Fine.” It took me forever to say it, but he seemed anxious to hear it. “Du haben eine Errichtung?” And he, Ana, Courtney, and Jessica laughed. He blushed a little and said, “No! No. Not now.”
So, yes, I’ve only had this feeling for two guys that I can think of, and now I’m having it for a boy who will be leaving in a week. But, damn, he’s amazing.
Melanie is going to hang out at my house next weekend. I wish it were this weekend, but my mom said we have something planned that she can’t remember and that she was going to tell me to invite her over next weekend. She’s really awesome. I love her to death. I’m going to cry when she leaves. I know I’m going to miss her a lot, but, hey, she’s a friend for life now and I’m so glad we’ve met.
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Monday, April 17, 2006
About Saturday
You feel kind of awkward when you're the only one at Nashville Super Speedways wearing pink aviator-esque sunglasses your sister bought you from Torrid (this Hot Topic like store in Knoxville). And then you look around and you're the only one wearing a pink tanktop, dark blue jeans, and a pair of black Vans with pink stripes. Then you look around and notice you're the only one who was born in Nashville and doesn't look like a complete redneck.
But, apart from that and the super sunburn I got on my shoulders, I had a blast.
Hooah!
I'm still sick, sadly, but, knowing you all are hoping for a clean recovery is just what I need to get better fast. Thanks. You guys are amazing.
Mr. Rogers has a little kitten named Jimmy on his show today. God. I really miss him. I really miss being a kid, too.
I’m going to a NASCAR show soon. I’m kind of stoked about it. I’ve never been, and I’ve never really had an interest in it before, despite being from the South. My mom won the tickets in a raffle at her work. It was very surprising, because she got the tickets for Jay Leno at work, too. It rarely happens, but, when it does, it’s usually something very cool. I’m going to the race with Lisa, which means I’m going to have a hella good time.
Baron hit my arm really hard yesterday. I got so mad at him. I had all these red splotches up my arm from where he slapped/hit me. So then he started hugging my arm and said, “I’m sorry, Susan. Please forgive me.” And then he was rubbing his head on my arm. It was sweet, but I was really mad. If I hit him, he hits me three times harder. I don’t think he realizes it. I’ve tried telling him, but I don’t think he understands. Before we left for lunch, I gave him a hug around the waist and said, “I forgive you.” And he smiled like a kid and said, “Yay.”
Melanie’s coming over to my house next weekend. It’s going to be so great. I’m getting her a gift before she goes back. I’m not telling on here. I gave her a link to here, so I don’t want to spoil the awesome surprise. Nyah-nyah! Too bad, Mel.
She wrote “I love Nashville” and “I love Taiwan” in Chinese on the front of my review book for AP US history. And on my binder it says, “Hello, my name is Susan (and the rest of my name).” I don’t want to put it on here, because I fear stalkers. No offense to anyone. I just don’t want to die, if you know what I mean. Lol.
I’ve lost 12 pounds since Spring Break. I’m getting thinner. I think it’s because I started eating less and sleeping less (not by choice), and started working out everyday. And then today, I think I ruined my semi-strict diet by eating a big bowl of cheese puffs. Groans That’s life.
My personal favorite American president, Mr. Franklin Delano Roosevelt, said that at the beginning of his presidency.
Anyway, I had a surreal day yesterday. I hung out with Baron and we got clingy again, and held on to each other. It was really nice. And Mitzi said, "Do ya'll go out?" A pause. I said, "No. We're married." And then I put my arms around his waist in a hug, my head on his chest. "Ya'll need to. You act like a couple already." Baron never says anything when people talk about it. So, I wonder what that means.
Melanie and I are planning on hanging out some weekend, maybe this weekend, before she goes back in May. It's getting closer everyday. And it makes me sad, because she really is like my best friend right now.
I'm your villian.
I just watched “Dateline” with my mom and they were talking about My Space, which I really do think is the devil, no offense to anyone. Anything that allows people to access your phone number and address, even if you don’t know them is just asking for trouble. Well, it got me thinking. Would I want my mom to read the stuff I talk about on here? No, most likely, and for obvious reasons, too. That is why she won’t know about this, at least until I get it all edited.
I’m going to mail Mona’s letter today. It’ll be my first letter to a foreign country and my first letter to Germany at the same time. When Melanie goes back home in May, I’ll start writing her letters. Then I’ll be sending letters to Germany AND Taiwan. How awesome!
I’m really, REALLY going to miss Melanie. She’s one of my best friends, one of the few I look out for on a daily basis. I have a small community of best friends as school right now. The two main people in that group are Martha and Melanie, the two I feel the closest to. Martha has to work a lot and has a lot going on in her life right now, so, when we have to get a print off about something for our English class, I print off two and give one to her. And, for Melanie, the lunch lines are really long at my school due to the high student population (oh, about 2,000). So, I give her half my sandwich (a delish roast beef and cheddar or ham and Swiss) and a granola bar (when I have one) everyday.
I took the ACT on Saturday. Major drag. It’s a stupid test. But, after that, I came home, got some lunch, and went with my parents to see Jay Leno LIVE. It was so cool. I thought it was going to be like, “Okay. So, it’s Jay Leno on a little stage. I’ve seen Neil Diamond on a little stage. He was two inches tall.” But this was so much better. He was at least seven inches tall and so hilarious. It was just amazing. I was like, “Look. That’s Jay Leno. He’s 50 feet away from me. And I’m crying because I’m laughing so hard.”
“Lipscomb University and the Minnie Pearl Cancer Foundation presents Jay Leno live.” That’s what they were saying for months on WRVU Nashville (that’s really the only radio station I listen to. They always play music I like). Then my mom comes home with tickets she got from her work. And I had more fun than I’ve had since I went to Graceland with Lisa.
Then we went downtown to the Frist Center for the Arts (it was free admission day because of their 5th birthday). I got to see the “Lost Boys of Sudan” paintings, which were amazing. I think James Makuac is so talented. Then the African Art exhibit. It was very cool. Then, upstairs, Impressionist art. HEAVEN! I love Impressionist art. I felt like one of those over cultured art critics standing there in front of one of Childe Hassam’s paintings and telling my dad about how he wasn’t looking at a woman on a garden path, but little slivers of paint that give the illusion of the woman. I was kind of upset though They had two Monet’s and three Renoir’s, but not one single Degas painting. Is he not as famous as them? Hilliare-Germaine Degas will always be my favorite Impressionist.
Well, I’m not going to be posting any more story excerpts. It kind of draws off my site, I think. So, Michelle, if you really want to read it, I’m going to just send you the whole thing in your email, if that’s okay? I wish I had a kimono. *sobs* You see? That’s what makes you so cool. And that is why you were the first to be added to my friend’s list.
About Saturday 
My personal favorite American president, Mr. Franklin Delano Roosevelt, said that at the beginning of his presidency.
I'm your villian.