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Tuesday, November 11, 2003


I STILL haven't made the airplanes. But I worked on my new fanfic! I'm using DES's [wonderful] idea of Ryou having a cutting/eating disorder (I chose cutting) and Bakura finding out, leading to a mixed-up-feeling Bakura and some lovely yaoi fluff. The first chapter is so close to being done, and I just started it tonight!
Oh, and if anyone would like to be my beta-reader just tell me. I had one, but I lost their email address... I would like it if the beta-reader could check spelling and grammar because sometmes I make typos or mess up the structure of a sentence while I'm in the middle of a thought. The beta-reader must also be able to give good criticism on the characters, the plot, the story structure, etc., so it's not an easy job. And if anyone magically knows my old beta-reader's email, I'd like that too... >.> Thank you!

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Heh, almost forgot. UUU Today was PICTURE day, so we got all dressed up for PICTURES and went and had our PICTURES taken for the 8th grade slideshow which includes morphing PICTURES of us in first grade and then eighth. I have a few issues with cameras. First of all, I don't smile with my teeth showing. If you ask me too, you will be greatly disappointed. My teeth are ugly, and when I smile showing them I just look unnatural. I managed to get out of showing my teeth by letting the photographer assume I had braces. Lisa wasn't so lucky. Tim wouldn't smile, and when the photographer told him to, he said "No" and he took his picture like that. That one'll be funny. ^_^U
Second, Bright lights REALLY HURT my eyes, A LOT! That one little flash can leave me half-blind for almost an hour. All right, so that's exaggerating, maybe it'll hang around my vision for ten minutes or so. Anyway, my biggest problem today was that I have a large, ugly zit on my chin. And I couldn't find the concealor. The last picture this school'll ever have of me, I'll be sporting a gigantic pimple. Lovely. At least I'll never be seeing these people again, so it doesn't matter what they could possibly think of me. This is the one year I think the pictures really don't matter, because we're leaving forever at the end of the year. I'm rambling now, so I'll stop and actually make those damn paper airplanes.

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What happens when Sr. asks for a poem...
Well well well, look what everyone's favorite lit. teacher has assigned. A concrete poem (shaped) and a parallel poem (using the same structure as another poem). Here is my concrete poem:

Dog,
Wolf,
Moon,
Songs,
The deep trees,
The silver skies above,
Old grey mountains,
The friends tell stories.
The family carries its tales,
Through endless ages, to bring us a wolf song

As you can see, it looks much better when just written out. It's supposed to look like a wolf howling, but some lines are the wrong shape on the computer... Anyway, my parallel poem. This is the poem I did a parallel of:

He clasps the crag with crooked hands;
Close to the sun in lonely lands,
Ring'd with the azure world he stands.

The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;
He watches from his mountain walls,
And like a thunderbolt he falls.

That's called "The Eagle" by someone I can't remember the name of. I really really like it though. Here is the parallel I whipped up in about ten minutes (it had to rhyme and match beats, mind you)"

The drops, they fall like crystal tears;
Helping to wash away his fears,
Thunder does laugh and lightning sneers.

His strength he finds in darkness cold;
His anger shapes him to be bold,
And rain makes him his cries to hold.

I thought it was all good and depressing. I'm seeing how many "cries for help" I can send before she cracks and sends me to a counselor. I just wanna see how she reacts when she finds out nothing's wrong... or is there? Muahahahahaha!!! Yeah.
One more annoying teacher fact before I go make some crappy stupid airplane thing for the mandatory competition tomorrow: Mrs. Jackson has, on numerous occasions, classified my sketchbook as a "toy". I'm not sure why she thinks something that we had to get for another class (art; what else?) is a "toy". Are my text books--besides science, which is what she teaches; very badly, I might add--also "toys"? Is a pencil now considered a "toy"? I am really not sure now. Unsure of the whole world... Sketchbook... "Toy"?... Huh... @_@

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Monday, November 10, 2003


I have now determined that I can eat just about anything with just a plastic knife and a pair of chopsticks. I'm now attempting a ham and cheese omelette, and it's working surprisingly well.
That wasn't exactly what I was posting for. I was posting to announce... THAT ASHLEY (ChrisChic723) HAS HER COMMENTS ENABLED! WHHOOOOOO!!! LET'S ALL CHEER FOR ASHLEY! Yeah, so you can go comment on her site now. ^_^

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   Argles (reminds me of someone screaming underwater)
All right. I'll admit that for a while there I thought that, maybe, just maybe, Sr. Daniel Mary could redeem herself. But she screwed up all those chances today. We were working on worksheet packets as we went along in the book, and I was a bit ahead, so I was getting very bored with her unneeded "explanations". I started to fill in the next section of the packet, and got one answer down before she yelled at me to stop. She suggested going to work out in the front hall, and I actually seriously considered doing that. Anyway, once we were allowed to work on the packet, I filled in the answers (matching; easy as pie) in about 20 seconds. Sr. went on about how I couldn't be done this fast so I must have done it all while she was talking. Lady, how about the possibility that I'm smart? That I have a brain? UNLIKE YOU! AGH!
Yeah, I'm not too happy about that, as you can see. Another thing bugging me lately... That Hunt's "PErfect Squeeze" ketchup bottle. It doesn't reall aid or produce a "perfect squeeze". In fact it hinders the probability of one. See, there's this little hole in this big wide top, and it's like a one-way valve or something. For one thing, this could possibly cause a vacuum in the bottle and it might implode, but moving on. When you squeeze, it's extremely difficult to get anything out. For about the first ten minutes all you get is ketchup juice, then after about fifteen you can get the ketchup flowing smoothly, but it's a great strain for one's muscles. At least now I have enough ketchup for my hot dogs, which, by the way, I cut up with a plastic knife and am now eating with chopsticks. I hate loading the diswasher...

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Sunday, November 9, 2003


   Ah, good times...
Do you recall my post about the GC concert? If you don't or weren't there, we got some good inside jokes from that experience. Our favorite one still is, "Hi, Billy, I'm Billy, and I look like Billy." Well, I drew a picture inspired by their first "emo" of the concert, when Billy was sitting on a stool and his head was down while he was playing the guitar, so his hair all fell in front of his face very dramatically. I showed it to Greg, and the first thing he said was, "That looks like Lisa." That was so funny...
Greg and Will are fun to talk to. I remember talking to Will once about the Japanese YGO clip I found that I've been crooning over for a while. I was like, "Yeah, Seto's voice in the Japanese is SO SEXY!" and Wil just stared at me for a minute. Then, "I'm just going to pretend I didn't hear that." Poor Will, so naive... He's definitely the least perverted in my class, which I guess isn't saying much. Andrew isn't perverted, so to speak, but he is fairly gutterminded and takes just about everything the wrong way. I really don't know about Greg. Then there's Tim, a puzzle wrapped in an enigma coated in mystery. Especially when he flirts with me. All so strange.
And, just so all you girls out there know (if you don't already), it sucks to develop early. You get "hit on" all the time, it's a nightmare... You get a real taste of how perverted some guys can be. I'm getting so off-topic here it's scary, so, umm, I'll just stop now...

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Hey! Just wanted to ask you people if you've played the GBA game Lunar Legend before... It's my favorite GBA game and it's really really cool! If you have played it, I drew a picture of Ghaleon (without the stupid hat!) playing his lil' harpsichord thingy. I'm not sending it in as I don't think it's very good, but I made up this poem about when Luna first sees him. I don't know if it's any good or not, and it was very spur-of-the-moment and free verse, but here goes...

She stepped out,
Onto cool stone,
Struck by the music.
Flowing chords,
His fingers danced like water
Over the strings.
Eerie tunes,
Lukewarm but deep,
Like the sunned fountain,
In which birds sang.

Smooth,
His hair and features,
Like the tiles
Beneath her feet,
But still stones,
Despite their beauty.

I think that really captures Ghaleon when you first meet him, even if it isn't a very good piece of poetry... I think I'm much better at good prose. Oh well. *shrug*

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   v_v...
Nope, no Dreamwizards. Conner has to leave fairly soon, so yeah... I don't see why we can't go, he has a whole hour before he has to be on the Metro! Oh well, parents will be parents.
Janime's still down. I think I'll play my Yugioh game... I feel very discouraged now. Bleh. And no one seems to be online on Sundays. I'd call Lisa but I don't know if she's home or not and phones are not really my friends. Hmph. I think I need more sleep. *already had 11 hours of sleep last night*
Demon Diary 4 was really good. -Hints- of shounen-ai... *sigh* I saw it coming since the very first volume. ^_~

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Socks=Funny...somehow.
Conner's still over and is currently cleaning out the gutters for $40. I just put away my mom's laundry and found an interesting dilemma. She has mostly black socks, all the same style, but there were a few socks that were a different style. There was a grey one, a dark grey one, and a dark blue one, all in the same style but different colors. 3 mismatched socks... I found that fairly amusing.
Hopefully we can go to Dreamwizards later because I'm eager to get some more Yugioh cards. I haven't gotten any new ones since Greg gave me the Legendary Fisherman, and I don't even know how long it's been since I bought some. Maybe I'll find a good soundtrack there, too... Dreamwizards has cool stuff. Gaming and anime and some manga, too, but I think it's pretty much shounen (except for Ranma 1/2 which is both shounen and shoujo--how cool!) and some of the REALLY popular shoujo.
I'm still amazed that no one outside of me and my family and friends (since I was the one who got it) has heard of Trouble Chocolate. It's so FUNNY! It's in pretty much every anime store or anime section, and still no one seems to watch it. Next time you go to a store, get a DVD or 2 of it, and watch the dub 'cuz it's so much funnier. Trust me, you'll love it, unless you like a "serious" anime or something... TC is everything but serious, and there's comic relief even in the middle of a scene where someone's dying ("I'm being chased by a tree!"). So yeah. *advertise advertise*

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Saturday, November 8, 2003


TC rules all!!
Well. Lisa came over after we went to the mall (got some Naruto manga ad some Demon Diary, plus strawberry mousse Pocky since Suncoast is closing--NOOO!), and I think her being there really loosened up the atmosphere. I always feel awkward when I have to do one-on-one hosting. I ate like Almond today, honestly. First I had tuna on crackers, then a soda, then Dippin' Dots, then another soda, then string cheese, then an apple, then ramen, then ANOTHER soda, then fries and a double cheeseburger, all between 11:45 AM and 9:30 PM.
I don't care what my parents say, I like the Mr. Pencil episode. It's really touching to me. See, the kid Almond is kinda destructive and always hungry, so nobody really gets along with him well and is always scolding him. Then the mis-card Mr. Pencil appears, and this little talking pencil with arms and legs becomes Almond's friend. Whatever Mr. Pencil draws will come to life (sort of, it comes off the page 3D and all), so Almond starts using him to make mischief with the people who were mean to him, even though he's not a very good artist. Then Mint and Crunchybug (the comic relief villains, like Team Rocket) kidnap Mr. Pencil to work up some scheme with him. Almond spends all night looking for him and is starving, so Mint makes Crunchybug taunt him with food to get Mr. Pencil to draw for her. Crunchybug, being a softy, ends up letting Almond eat and Mr. Pencil is rescued by Cacao and co. At the end, Almond is on the roof of the school drawing with Mr. Pencil while Cacao and co. watch, and then Mr. Pencil tells Almond he wants him to draw a gigantic bird. Almond had tried to draw a bird earlier but failed miserably, but the tries anyway, with Mr. Pencil's help. He ends up with this magnificent bird, huge and beautiful, and it comes to life and flies away. Mr. Pencil then says he's out of lead (mechanical pencil) and has to go, and he disappears back into the mis-card, but Almond is really responsible afterwards. It makes me think it could be a odel of something to creator of TC went through. I just love the scene with the bird, it makes me cry every time.
Yeah. Conner's asleep now, and off I go to be so as well. I think Conner and Lisa are gonna be real good friends. ^_^

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