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Wednesday, December 7, 2005


Heh, seems like everyone's been trying their hardest to piss me off lately, and they're doing a pretty damn good job of it.
My mom found Sam's phone number buried under my sister's shit somewhere, not bothering to think that I hadn't called it (much less talked to him at all) since he gave it to me. Then, she accused me of cheating on my boyfriend because of it. >_>

Oh, and I got a new hat. It's awesome. Just a black beanie with black and rainbow fuzzy around the rim... and the fucking teacher took it. I walked off the bus, and he took it, without warning me like he's supposed to. And later in the day, he took my CD player! GAR! I wasn't even listening to it, just carrying it, and the headphones weren't on me. Bloody fucking bastard.
I got the CD player back... Or, Rusty did anyway. BUT.. I know people that had their hats taken WEEKS ago, and haven't gotten them back yet. It's in the teacher's office, instead of Student Affairs office like they used to be. Meh. I'll probably get it back before Christmas break, two weeks from now... or I hope so, at least. I like that hat. ;_;

By the way. At The Drive In. Awesomest band.

~D.C.

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Friday, November 25, 2005


Well. I'm bored as fuck. ^_^
I have a physical at the doctor's today, at 3:00, and I was gonna go to Rusty's at like, 11 and come home then to leave. Buttttt... My mother decided to call at 12 instead of 10 like she said she would, and told me not to leave at all. Oh, well. I can use this as an excuse to stay there later tonight; I mean, no school or anything.

-Sigh- I've been playing Sword of Mana, Super Mario, drawing, walking around, doing anything, really... and my dad just got off the computer. So, here I am. Still bored.

~D.C.

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Thursday, November 24, 2005


Happy Thanksgiving, yo.

Not so happy for me, though. I really hate people sometimes.
Let's start with Tuesday: I was feeling sick, but went to Rusty's after school anyway-- Hell, I didn't want to go home. I still felt sick the next morning, and I know that my mother would have let me stay home if I had asked. I haven't even been absent this year. Buuutttt... Just because my friends would have bitched and whined at me, I went.
Wednesday: We're not even supposed to have school, but since we had to make up for the week off we had from Wilma, we had to. TWO DIFFERENT reasons I probably shouldn't have gone, but I did. I had 3 layers of clothes on since it was so cold, but Rusty only had a t-shirt... so I shared my jacket with him. We were huddling in the corner, in my jacket, shivering from the cold. (Oh, another reason I shouldn't have gone; the cold!)
A teacher comes up behind us and tells me to get off of him, because it was 'disrespectful'. I don't see how it's disrespectful, but I got off anyway, without a fight.
To make a long story short, we ended up both getting referrals, he has ISS all day on Tuesday (for talking back to the teacher), and I still have to explain to my parents.
Mine says 'She was completely straddling him in the "middle of the hallway".' Yes, it says "middle of the hallway," quotations and all. That's all it fucking says. 1) I wasn't doing anything close to straddling him, 2) We were in the CORNER of the staircase, right next to about 3 couples making out-- but of course, they didn't get in any kind of trouble. Complete fucking BULL SHIT.

Obviously, not in the mood to explain it any further, except for the completely unnecessary comment the teacher gave us. Right after I got off, without us yelling at him or even talking to him at all, he says "Oh, how would you like it if I took a picture of that and sent it to your parents? I'm sure they'd think it's funny."
Like I said-- Complete fucking BULL SHIT.

~D.C.

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Wednesday, November 16, 2005


Today's my dad's birthday. So, whether I wanted to or not, I'm home. :<
I have to burn a CD for a friend, do my homework, check up on all the stuff on the computer I haven't had time for... -Deep breath- Call the people that have called me, finally talk to people that have been yelling at me to get online, and google a bunch of shit I can't even remember right now. Mmyup. Procrastination's the shit, man. :D

~D.C.

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Monday, November 14, 2005


Kitties... x3 What are they called...? Harbinger...? No... Hemo... Hemm... Herm... Oh, I don't know. Kitties with an extra toe on every foot.
They're so cuuuuutttteeee. x3 Rusty's cat had 4 kittens, two of them were Hemm-whatevers, with paws that looked like little mittens. Only one of the cats was a male, though-- he was a Hemm-thing. His name is Panther, and when Rusty's mom was picking me up yesterday, she had to bring Panther in the car. I got to play with him all the way there. ^_^ Only, he kept trying to jump out the window, or climb under the driver's feet... Stupid kitty. :)

Anyway, yeah, sorry for not posting for, uh, at least a week. I haven't been home, and when I was home, I didn't have time to get online. I haven't been on the computer at all since the last time I updated.
...And now, at 5:30 in the morning, my mother tells me that two people I know have called while I wasn't home. She couldn't have told me earlier, perhaps yesterday, when I could have called them back, noooo. That would make things too simple!

Yes, well. I've been up since 3:00 this morning. Why, you ask? -Sigh-. I get up to use the bathroom, come back and lay down for, oh, 5 minutes, about to fall back asleep. Then all of a sudden, there's something crawling up my fecking foot. Yeah. Scared shitless by a cockroach. (And yes, I know it was a roach-- I saw it afterwards.) But what REALLY scares me... The fact that my window has been shut since last night, along with my door, which nothing bigger than an ant can get under. Meaning... I've been sleeping with a cockroach, since last night at LEAST.
-Shudder- I hate bugs...

~D.C.

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Saturday, November 5, 2005


I came home today, and I could barely walk. My whole body aches, it's been like this since last weekend... Gah, I was limping all week, now I can't walk at ALL... Damnit, everyone's getting sick, they gave it to me!

Anyway, I finally got my report card today. Pretty much all A's, except a C- in English... because the teacher's a bitch and I only do half(not even!) of the homework. Oh, and a B+ in PE because I, er, never dress out.
=3

900 views~ <3

~D.C.

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Wednesday, November 2, 2005


Yo.
Today was interesting, we went to the Guidance office during last period to get our schedules for next simester. All the same classes for me, year-long, except I have (according to everyone else) the uber-bitchy health teacher instead of the uber-slow PE teacher. Joy.
My guidance counsellor is cool, though. He has an awesome sense of humor, he reminds me of a lot of my friends.
But anyway.

I was doodling in math again, I came up with this awesome idea in it... I guess I was just really bored.
I looked down, and drew the really weird position my hand was in, my arm, my shirt and pants and desk and everything I could fit on lined paper of my view downward. What was cool, though, is that I drew the paper I was drawing on in the paper. (Wow, that was confusing...) It's like, uh, those TV shows where on the show, someone's watching TV, and on their TV, someone's watching another TV, etc. etc. Only, mine was on paper. ^^
I dunno, I just thought it was cool. I'm going to re-draw it on normal paper with a lot more enthusiasm. When the Art College people came and talked to us, they said having something in your portfolio of feet and/or hands is a great addition, so it helps me in more than one way. ^-^

Drawing still-lives is evil.
Drawing still-lives... with CHARCOAL... is the spawn of the feckin' devil.

~D.C.

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Sunday, October 30, 2005


ARGH!
It's been, what, way over a week?
Gee, wonder WHY.
I've had NO INTERNET, NO CABLE, and basically NOTHING to do since Monday. Fucking hurricane.
Well, I finally have it back, the day that I'll have maybe an hour on before I won't be on for 2 more days. See, when you don't have anything to do, and your family drives you insane, you tend to make plans to leave.

Tomorrow's Halloween! It sure doesn't seem like it, huh. Maybe it's because we haven't had school half of October, (Yeah, we had all last week off and some of the one before) but I swear. November already?
I was pretty damned lazy with a costume, too. I'm borrowing Kitty's dress (It looks like an apron!) over some clothes and wearing my cheeseburger hat. The Burger King Queen. -Nod nod- Hah, I thought it was a funny idea and a lot easier than actually TRYING on something. =]
Yeah, originally, Kitty was supposed to be moving tomorrow, but she has to see people at school tomorrow, and she may as well stay and do something with us for Halloween. I really don't want her to leave, but there's nothing I can do to stop her... I'm pretty sure I'll be crying before tomorrow night is over.

Other than cable being lost for a week, no other damage was to our house. Other people, though... Water damage, holes in roofs, trees down, flooding. Fun, fun, fun.

G'night, folks.

~D.C.

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Thursday, October 20, 2005


Wilma.
Hurricane.
Category 5.
Hitting us.
Sunday - Monday.
No school tomorrow.
:D
And probably not for a couple of days. Obviously not on Monday (that hasn't been announced, but it'll still be hitting us then), and hopefully not for a couple of days after.

...I hope it does burn down the city.
Or at least flood the school.
<3
~D.C.

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Wednesday, October 19, 2005


She's moving. Moving. To INDIANA. But her little brother gets to stay here. Mmyep. Bloody fucking HELL. She's going to be here for a month or so, until her parents get a legal divorce, then she's going to stay in Indiana until the beginning of her Sophomore or Junior year. That means I won't get to see her at all (Or at least rarely ever) for 1 or 2 years. Bloody. Fucking. Hell.

~D.C.

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