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Birthday
• 1990-06-13
Gender
• Female
Location
• MD, USA
Member Since
• 2003-08-03
Occupation
• DES's hikari
Real Name
• Tory (Dori, Tostito)

Personal

Achievements
• A lot, not that they matter. Anime Club President/Fuhrer till the end of this year.
Anime Fan Since
• (age 4) Tonari No Totoro
Favorite Anime
• Gravitation, Weiss Kreuz, Hagaren (FMA), Kino No Tabi, .hack, Tengen Toppa Gurren Lagann
Goals
• To go on an insane shopping spree in Tokyo sometime soon. Gosurori...
Hobbies
• Drooling. Over many things.
Talents
• I make a mean ramen, mm!

myOtaku.com: shiroikarasu

Thursday, November 13, 2003

AGH! IhatehrIhateherIhateher!!!!!
Sr. must die. Now. Please. Or at LEAST retire and leave us alone! OK, here's the whole incident:
Sr. put two poems on the board, and told us to copy them down and mark the stressed and unstressed syllables. I did them both easily and Sr. began to work on them with the rest of the class because they were having trouble. I already knew this stuff inside and out, so I started doodling a bit on a spare piece of paper. Sr. ended up grabbing the binder out of my hands and started scolding me for doodling. She kept saying stuff like, "You shouldn't have done that poem, we're doing it on the board." So I responded along the lines of, "Excuse me, but I believe you assigned us to work on those two poems." She went on about how I was getting ahead and I did my fair share of arguing (when I have a beef, I let someone know, and I never give up in an argument I've started, EVER), and then she did the worst. She started reading my scribbles out loud. Pardon me, but this is not a paper I am handing in and does not need to be projected to the entire class! No, but this little bit is the final stroke for me: She does not seem to be able to read, so she read "Yuki" as "Yuck". HOW DARE SHE TARNISH THE NAME OF EIRI YUKI?! HOW DARE SHE?!!! I don't even KNOW how she was pronouncing Shuichi's name, and it's probably a good thing or else she'd be murdered brutally by tomorrow morning.
One good thing about today, though. I made it to the finalists for being chosen as eighth grade representative for the Reader's Digest vocabulary contest!!! I tied for representative with Will, so all I have to do is get a better score than him on the final test we took today. Hah! I was the only girl finalist for eighth... So sad...
And here is the second concrete poem I wrote. Apparently one cannot make concrete poems on the computer very well, so it's not in shape.

Ooh, the rough,
mushy, creamy goodness
of mashed potatoes, warmed.
Lumpy but still soft, buttery
and starchy, pooling gravy from
last night's steak like a dip
in the sidewalk, collecting rain.
A bit of skin, crunchy but
floppy, like a fried slug, only
better-tasting. Mm, mm,
mm, potatoes. Mm.

Tadaa! Isn't it lovely? Of course it is. Lisa wrote a poem too.

Frogs wait in anticipation to jump,
Then they jump gloriously.
Fly, froggie, fly!

I could very well be getting high off of the Sharpie I left open by accident, so I'll just be going now...
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