Tuesday, September 14, 2004

...
o_0 I think I scared even myself today.

At lunch I got ticked at S-chan flicking grapes with A-chan, and then this kid started flinging macaroni, one which almost hit me in the head. Evidently he was trying to hit someone behind me, but I didn't see exactly who. He did it a second time, and I snapped. I stood up and yelled at him, saying something akin to,

"Why don't you frickin' go over there and frickin' throw it at him there?!" He smartly began to fling his lunch in a different direction.

I sat down with Mengjie helpfully commenting, "Wow, you really are mad."

And I really have no clue why I was mad, besides the fact that the kid was throwing food. Usually I would've just glared at the offender, but this is unusual. And I'm not stressed or anything...weird.

But I think I'll be more like myself tomorrow...hopefully XD
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Monday, September 13, 2004

Hmm...
I don't have anything interesting to say, except that I have a test in each subject this week >.o;;; So I'll just leave you with an interesting tidbit...

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It was in the last few weeks of the seventh grade: Kohner's class of 4th/7th period had just finished its visit to the elementary school to read our books to the second graders. Waiting outside, I got impatient and began smacking Penman over the head for the fun of it, as well as poking Whitworth with my book.

Okay, so maybe my boredom led me to be decidedly violent, but I was bored. You can't blame me for wanting to have a little fun, can you?

...don't answer! It was rhetorical! Sheesh.

Anyways, Elibee started cracking up, pointing at the two subjected to my wonderous torture.

"Hahaha! You're getting beat up by a girl!" As he continued to snicker, Sherer gave me his book to read, and I opened it.

Suddenly I lashed out, catching the back of Elibee's knee with my foot. He fell back, landing on his bottom in the mud. The class began cracking up as he tried to defend him self, saying he tripped as he stepped back.

Suuuure.

Kohner came to his rescue as she came out of the building, leading us back to our school. I limped away, the triumphant grin still on my face.
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Sunday, September 12, 2004

:3 :3 :3
I have to start on my chinese homework...blah. But I might be able to help tutor an adopted chinese girl as well, so that was a plus yesterday ^^

I went to my friend's house, read manga, watched her play ffx, and we went hyper over a puzzle. XD don't ask.

that's about it...I'm trying to finish some other art: I got inspired by my friend, she's amazing with colored pencils X3

ja!
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Friday, September 10, 2004

*cries*
No, no school events in prose today...

I'm too saddened after my oh so wonderful experience at the tutor place today.


Me: *thinking furiously*
Kid: *sits down at the table with a stack of papers*
Me: *abandons fractions to look at her*
Kid: *Carefully takes a sheet out of the pile, writing down the time*
Me: *Looking* Hmm...she seems to be on a higher level than I am...is that a D-2?
Kid: *Attacks the pile with lightning quick answers, flying through page after page*
Me: *Finishes a page*
Kid: *Quickly fixes an answer, back to fast speed*
Me: *Plods along*
Kid: *Finishes a packet, marks her time*
Me: *sulks*
Me: *has taken almost an hour*
Me: *now assigned to memorize past the 12 times table*


T____________T waah.
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Thursday, September 9, 2004

ID Cards are EVIL.

I flashed my ID card at S-chan, motioning for her to show me hers.

"See? Scary, isn't it? I'm actually smiling in this one."

S-chan glared at it in fury.

"J-chan, that is GOOD!! Mine is really, really bad." I laughed, tucking my information away.

"Hey, you have to show me now: You promised." She sighed, having only said so a few minutes prior. Reluctantly, she pulled it up from underneath the table and slid it across the top. I noted her disgust. I twitched.

The photo, while not all that bad, seemed to have somehow elongated poor S-chan's neck to a foot. I burst out laughing.

"Geez, what did they do to your neck???" She shrugged and took it back, although she was smiling as well. I turned to A-chan, grabbing her binder while she was occupied with her ham-and-cheese sandwich. I quickly flipped it open and began searching its many pockets.

A-chan blinked, and then noticed I was rummaging through her things.

"J-chan? What are you doing?...J-chan?!" I quickly scooted to the other side of the table, snatching her binder out of her reach. She screeched and dove after me, seizing her possessions.

"Aww," I huffed, "I only wanted to see your ID..." At that she immediately closed a hand over the pocket the offending object was residing in. Her eyes went wide.

"NO!"

"A-chaaaaannnn~!" She twitched.

"No! It like, makes me look preppy and ugly and when you see it you'll laugh at me and leave me!" She cried, anguished at my request.

Susan and I blinked.

Oh, and some friendly advice to you all: If you ever want to ask if someone's hungry in French, say it right. 'Tu es faim?' means "Are you hungry?" and 'Tu est faim?' strangely means "Are you a woman?"
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Wednesday, September 8, 2004

Lunch is Cruel.

Ayame suddenly turned around, eyes landing upon A-chan, who was huddling at the other end of the table. Her face raised a wicked grin.

"A-chan, Jaken just said he thinks you're hot!" She claimed, pointing a finger at the other's face. A-chan stared.

"...."

Ayame's face contorted into a twisted expression, obviously displeased at the reaction. She spun around to face me, declaring torture would fall upon my sorry form.

"J-chan! Sasuke thinks you're hot!"

I smiled.

Once again the girl's pitiful attempts were warded off, and she screamed,

"Why?! WHY IS MY TORTURE NOT WORKING??!!" Mengjie scooted away, not wanting to be hit by a flailing arm.

"Sasuke wants you to resurrect his clan! He even has the t-shirt!"

It was my turn to grin.

"Again? But we just did last night!"

Silence.

Ayame's face twitched as her mind slowly began to process my jest. In a chain reaction her surprise and revulsion quickly spread throughout her face and she opened her mouth:

"AUUUUGGGGHHHH!!! You, you sick person!!!" I sighed.

And who was the one claiming those things in the first place?
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Saturday, September 4, 2004

'She stared at the far wall across the room. She suspected that if it hadn't been completely plastered in posters, it'd be a dull, boring color. And blank, just how she felt at that moment. It was ironic in the fact that she was sitting in the guidance office, a place where cheerful emotions were supposed to be abundant. But here this girl was, waiting for her certain doom, painfully aware of her new schedule printing up with a clatter. The sound of unoiled hinges squeaked through the air, and she looked up sharply. At the door was another girl, entering from the yellow-walled hallway.'

'The girl sitting blinked, and nodded her head curiously. Was this the girl what would take her to class? The other merely stared, unblinking. "Ah, Rachel! I was wondering where you were," the secretary suddenly spoke up,"we were waiting for you!" The woman took the schedule from the printer and handed copies to Rachel and the new student. "Rachel, this is Mei. Mei, Rachel." Both of the girls nodded respectively, and left the office silently.

In the hallway, Mei looked at her guide again. She had a small, stooped frame, and didn't seem to be the type to talk. Mei frowned. Hopefully she'd at least explain the schedule to her: she'd never really had one before.

Rachel opened a door at the end of the hallway, and led her charge inside. A tall blonde turned around, a smile bright on her face.

"Well, look who we have here!" Mei assumed this was her teacher, and tried to smile. It faltered as her eyes swept over the foreign classroom, taking in the battered carpet and bored stares she was recieving. The teacher went on to give her a seat and introduced her to the class. Rachel didn't say a word as her friend was moved to give Mei room to sit. Mei slid down in the seat, getting used to her new reality. It wasn't anything like before.

She hated it.

She tried to disappear.'
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Friday, September 3, 2004

rawr.
...

I'm in a really bad mood today.

Although lunch was both hilarious and...interesting XD, my day has further gone down into the hole.

Shippou-chan and I faced a crowded and merciless bus after school, I had to take more math tests, I have tons of Chinese hw to finish by tomorrow, I have viola lessons tomorrow, and last but not least....

Pocky-chan rocks. Don't doubt the pocky.

Friendly advice for you all:

Just...don't be depressed; life may stink but there are things that don't.

And gossiping is a big no-no. Remember that.
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Wednesday, September 1, 2004

*wheezes*
Okay, my agenda for today:

L.A. - Questions, cards, paragraph
French - Study
Science - Fix messy handwriting ^^; Study
A.M. - Find picture, finish paragraph
Geometry - 1.5, study
Art - Start CGing
Extra Math - Tutor, homework
Chinese School - 6 lesson copies

= 3 quizzes, 3 art requests, major paragraph, lots of homework, and a need for a chiropractor.

T_T I really hope it doesn't get worse than this.
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Tuesday, August 31, 2004

hmm...
I really have nothing to say today.

I was going to rant, but it turned out to be too long.

So I'll just say this:

S-chan, you are scary. o_0 what kind of a person are you to love doing math homework???
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