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Saturday, May 27, 2006


Hello darkness....I'm back.
I had this dance test thingy today, and we were being judged by some lady who could only come practically every five to ten years to the U.S. 'cause she's so busy and in demand. -_||| Sweet muffins, she scared the bejeebus out of all of us. (I think my teacher was scared too.) You'd be dancing, and your lipstick would have already dryed out on your lips, giving you this creepy perpetual smile; she wouldn't even look at you, she'd be too busy pursing her lips AND her eyes at the same time while marking away on some unknown paper. I don't have very good thoughts as to my grades. >.<
And immediately afterward all the usual congratulations, my sister and a classmate starting harping on me about what I did wrong: my feet were in the wrong position, etc.

The sad thing was, I was sweating so hard they couldn't tell I was crying.

I went to the bathroom to change, and no one was around, so I sorta started lettin' it go. I was literally emo by Colette's standards now.
But later, there was this celebration party at BJ's, and everyone was so warm to me, it sorta made up for it. We had pizza, and Pizookies all around, and everyone was hyper|drunk|loud|scaring the crud out of all of the college students around us|reciting random lines from Youtube like Dat Phan.

But now, I don't really think that it totally made up for it, 'cause even still, when I close my eyes, I almost always start to cry silently; where no one can hear, and I couldn't give a da*n if they did.

-SYC

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