::I'm Up Anyway::

Wowie wowie wowie, I have oodles of poodles to catch up on.

On the agenda for toni--this morning, so I don't forget.

+Du'Pont outing

+Relationship issues

+Screnzy

+Mental issues

+School

+My dad

+Lastly Dick Clark, just because

Are you ready? Here we go.

Du'Pont Outing.

So, on Saturday I went out to Tracy to meet up with my twin to go over some Chemistry. Woo. Fun, right?

Mum and I were late. Pathetically late. Luckily, that got me out of meeting Vince's dad (sorry, Vince), so that was all good. So, as we park, Vince comes over and tries to open the door. Which was locked. MWAHAHAHA.

We all went into Barnes and Noble, because where else is better? Nowhere. Duh. But then we had to have a random lady bring a random table to a random place so I could plug in Mr. Toptop. Because, of course, I'm so cool that I must have my very own outlet in the middle of the stationery section, right by the fiction section, wedding section, and quill/ink bottle display thing.

And then of COURSE Mum has to whip out this stack of pictures and give it to Vince. So he saw me as a Rugrat, which was kind of okay, since I don't think he holds it against me. All I can say is, I'm glad I'm not nearly so pudgey as I was as a childling. Though, I did look much happier back then.

I open up my window for Chemistry, all while listening to A Very Potter Musical with Vince, singing it all and dancing about. Because obviously we're cool like that.

HO SHAT. Sorry, the house settled/cracked and I swear the ceiling was going to cave in.

Anyway, we tried Chemistry. Maybe for half an hour. Neither of us had a clue, so Vince pulled out the Magical Decision Dime and threw it into the Magical Empty Weird Tiny Plastic Cup and spun it about. And the Magical Decision Dime chose my answers for me. What did I get?

Actually, I'm not sure. Let me check.

An 82. A B. Wow, saying that is weird. But still! I got a B for random guesses. Now, if only I could have as much luck all the time.

Eventually we gave up because the lessons were so boring and unclear that even Vince, Mr. I-got-a-130-something-percent-in-Chemistry-back-in-my-day, didn't understand it. It IS online, so it's not like we could really ask an active teacher any questions.

So, we gave up and headed to Hot Topic. Of course, there's nothing new, and we didn't have any pot of gold or anything, so we didn't buy anything. Some videos and pictures inside and out of Hot Topic were taken. We basically played with store merch and moved on to going to Target, where Vince got slightly sweetened tea. BLEH. Tea. Bleh.

..Tea.

BLEH.

Only then, Mum had to go eat. So we dashed (or, strolled, er.. yeah.. strolled..) back to Barnes and Noble so I could grab my bag (with Mr. Toptop). What did we do after that? I'm not sure.

All I know is that we did a BUNCH of random things. Vince made his bed in a freezer. We went to Sanrio to see if they had any more, er, spikes.. HALLO, I want gauges (not that Mum would let me, psh) as well as my labret. Sigh.

So that's where my safety pin went..

Anyway! We also walked aaaall the way to Round Table to discover we weren't really so hungry after all. I mean, I had already filled up on random-purple-flower-garlic--

Okay. That is a lie. But really, Vince told me it was safe. And I trust him. But I had nothing to drink in case after eating it my mouth tasted like.. like.. I dunno, bee fur.

Eventually we did make it BACK to Round Table and we split a Medium (with a capital M) pizza, pepperoni and olives versus plain ol' cheese. MWAHAHA. Again. The pizza wasn't much a good idea, though. Sunday, my tummy made me pay. BUT, I really enjoyed spending time with my brain twin. As well as Diana, but she can't be helped. Nor can Nymphie. Or any of the others.

Relationship Issues.

Ehh, so, as some (or two) of you may know, I'm a bit--well, mostly--mental. Or you can just call me a Cancer and be on with it. My perception is skewed crazily, and I don't forget emotional trauma of any kind (unless asked point-blank, which was unfortunate last autumn) and that can be quite a bugger when it comes to me being in a relationship.

I do thank Kai for putting up with it.

A couple nights ago, I finally broke down and told the plain truth; I am sick of anything and everything sexual being directed at him. Nyan, I know it's true that that makes up a good portion of conversation at uni. And I understand that. But still, oi! I can't help but to feel awkward and thoroughly upset whenever I hear or see it.

I try to be good. I don't want to end up as the horror story of a girlfriend everyone hates. The over-protective, overly-jealous and generally bitchy girlfriend that attempts to force everything from her happy bubble of a relationship. I purposely try to keep things to myself to avoid being like that. But then, that is what ended up killing me. Along with family issues, and basically being on the run, these feelings shredded my spirit at the end of last year, and fragments are still caught up in me.

It sucks.

But now that I've been honest, now that I've confessed this to Kai, now that I'm BLOGGING about it (which I may regret later), I think the shredded and darkened parts of me will start to go away. Only happiness for the future. And that makes the whole world seem brighter.

Screnzy.

Script Frenzy is only days from being over. If today is the 21st, all Script Frenzy participants have 9 days to be at 100 pages. How many pages should everyone have right now? Around 67 pages.

GUESS WHAT.

Blue is so behind, writing in at 23 pages.

Sure, it won't be easy to catch up. But still, I swear I shall win this one! It's a really great experience, to write a script. Being part in a challenge is fun, too. So, here is my challenge for the rest of the month: Writing around 9 pages per day. Face. Keyboard.

But I promised! I promised I'd finish! Actually accomplishing this.. would mean I'm no longer a failure at everything. Isn't that what everyone else is doing? Struggling (or working smartly) to prove they can finish something like this? In a month? It's pretty amazing.

By the by, my screenplay has evolved from Tunnels into Mindfuck. Yeah. Excuse the non-French.

Psychological Thriller? Whaa? YES.

Mental Issues.

What can I say? Symptoms of ADHD, depression, OCD, and various other things all mashed up in one head can be fun. But it is also.. weird.

And that is that!

School.

Less than a month now to finish my semester of Chemistry and last unit of English. Pressure? Yes. Stress? Yes. Have I tackled things like this before? Yes. Will I finish on time to graduate with the rest of the class (yes, the class I don't know at all whatsoever)? I'd better.

I am really looking forward to summer. Especially because a happy summer means that I've finished Chemistry and I won't need it again (I hope--even if it does come up, I hope not for a WHILE).

Also, I got an email from Ms. Lytle herself, congratulating me and such for my academic success and rewards and things of the like. That is really special. Crazy.

My Dad.

I have no idea why I feel the need to mention this.

Today, my phone went wonky and it said I had received a failed message from my dad, only, I was out of it, and I exited that screen. Bye bye, message. Later, I asked him to resend it, but he said he hadn't sent anything.

Wonderful.

So we were talking. This hasn't happened in.. how long, now? It has to have been at least a month. We talked a bit about what we are both currently doing, then a little bit about college. And then out of nowhere, he says he has to go to call back my brother. Okay then.

Is it true I'm having abandonment issues? Perhaps. I try not to think of it. There are already too many issues.

Lastly, Dick Clark.

Because who doesn't love Dick Clark?

He was adorable today. He looked all stoic (and not Matt's "stoic") while he was sitting on the bench on the porch, watching the storm come in.

Last.. er, last last night, I discovered Dick Clark enjoys playing with my old earphones. Only, not if Marilyn Manson or Lady GaGa is playing through them. He folds his ears all the way back. So far back.. I didn't even know cats' ears could go that far back.

Poor Dick Clark. He and his literal 'Fraidy Cat sister, Duchess, are getting old. They're around 12 years old right now! Looong life for two outside cats.

Dick Clark has some issues getting up. It's like he uses the momentum of bouncing several times back and forth to fling and twist himself up. It's quite sad, but rather cute at the same time.

He is as purry and drooly as usual. He enjoys talking, yawning, being pet (petted?) and long walks on the beach. Or, marina. Shh. He is quite the stud, Dick Clark. Very.. orangey. Very adorable.

Oi, so that was a huge load of possibly-depressing news. Sorry about that. Hopefully, soon, the blog will start to get brighter. Especially after I graduate (woo!), when I won't have Chemistry nagging me. Hehe.

Also, someone in me is extremely spiteful. Which means the fun is about to begin.

Love and other indoor sports (like poodle-shaving),

Blue Disastrous

::Okay. It's TIME::

It is time for my rant about children. It just so happened that, again, I was thinking of a topic to blog about, and decided to check the other updated blogs and it just so happened that the lovely Sara had written an entry on the same topic here.

CHILDREN.

Yes, I did say that. What is wrong with America, this generation? Why is society crumbling away into a mess of crime and disrespect, with no morals and laws to protect us from protecting ourselves?

Children.

I know I am barely out of childhood, so hush. But at least I'm not one of my peers, who smokes, drinks, does drugs, parties all night, sleeps around, and behaves generally idiotic every waking second of her miserable and nearly pointless life. Maybe that is a bit of an exaggeration; after all, not every American teen is like that.

But really, now, we've gotten terrible. There are cases such as the examples used in Sara's post, in which (early) teens are discriminated against, beaten into a coma, and forced to resort to killing themselves because the bullying has gotten that terrible.

Why do the figures of authority not try to help these kids? Why is no one bothering to help?

It is starting early on now, in the twos and threes, when children are just learning how to put coherent sentences together. Children are now growing up with a television as a full-time nanny, while their parents are out partying, or ignoring their responsibilities, or just not caring. Actually, I'll take that back. Let's say these parents do care about their children. They care, but they don't bother to actually parent.

Now, I'm not saying every parent in America is bad. There are some truly great ones out there, with children who will grow into amazing people. There are also children who will grow up well in spite of their bad experiences with their parent(s). But this is not quite my point.

All right. So, let's take a trip into this scary land of parenting--which I have never experienced, and hope not to for at least another ten years. So, there you go. You've had a baby. Congratulations, it's a boy. Now what?

Well, now you've got a baby on your hands. A baby who will begin to learn to talk, walk and act according to what he sees--and what he is allowed to get away with. Okay, so little Johnny spilled his mac n cheese on the floor and laughed. Maybe it was an accident. You give him new food. He does it again, and laughs. So now it's a joke. Maybe, just laugh it off. He's only playing.

But then, those two incidents turn into ten, forty, one hundred meals splattered on the floors, the walls, and Fluffy the cat. And why have you not stopped this yet?

Take a step back. Little Johnny is learning to talk. It's kind of cute, but you know, you may not have a lot of time to put into this whole teaching thing. You turn on the TV, like every evening. Some reality show about rich brats in Orange County. Meh, okay. It's usual.

The next morning, little Johnny fails to address you as "Mommy/Daddy". No, this morning, he demands, "Food, bitch!" Oh, my. Maybe that wasn't what you thought it was.. No, it may have been the TV (the one that is still on, by the way), or maybe he was just babbling. Certainly he doesn't know what this word means. You get him some food.

Only, this too turns into a hundred incidents. You shrug it off. Surely he must know it is impolite, and he is only playing because he is only a baby.

The same exact pattern plays for a majority of his baby behaviours. He screams when he's not happy. Appease him, then he will be quiet. Until next time. He runs around the house, and accidentally knocks a lamp over. But then, what does he care? He shrugs his toddler shoulders and runs off again, knowing you'll just clean up his messes. Isn't that what you always do?

This child you've just raised is the child that will run around stores screaming his head off, pushing down other kids at the playground to get a swing, or even hitting people. I mean, really? Raising a child with little to no discipline? Who does that help?

Certainly not yourself. You're the one who has to, again and again, clean up his messes. It may have been mac n cheese that first time, but what about when he's sixteen or seventeen, coming home escorted by police because he was caught tagging the school?

Mostly, you're certainly not helping him. He will grow up thinking he can order people around, or hit, or throw a tantrum with no consequence. He could end up the bully at the school, beating one of his peers because of some stupid fight over texting. Or, even worse, he could end up with a group that gets him into drugs. Or, he could end up fathering a child of his own way too early.

Of course, that was an extreme situation. There are some kids who have grown up with no discipline who have had to learn the hard way that these actions will lead them down the wrong path--something as small as not being able to go out to recess as a child, or maybe something later as an early teen, such as being busted at a party serving alcohol to minors. Again, more extreme cases.

But we hear these sorts of sad things all the time. It's always in the news. More school bullies beating their victims within an inch of death, more property damage by aimless teens, more rape.. and the young adults as well. It's hard to miss on the news, living in the Bay Area, a murder committed by someone barely legal, or a pair of them on the loose, armed. These kinds of people are the ones who make other parents, the good parents, afraid to let their own children go out of the house. These people are infringing on our rights as Americans. I want to be free, as we have all been promised. Don't you? But how far can we take that if we're even afraid to walk to the convenience store three blocks down the street?

Wow, this blog that started as a rant about bad parenting has turned into.. this. It's crazy.

So, what can new parents do to prevent this? The first thing I'd say a parent can do is love his or her child enough to discipline the child. No, it doesn't mean giving them the belt if they throw a tantrum. (Though, that happened a lot in future generations, didn't it? And it seems to have worked!)

Letting little Johnny know that knocking over his food, or screaming, or breaking furniture is not acceptable is absolutely going in the right direction. Children are, obviously, young and impressionable. They will get the message that certain behaviours are not tolerated. And then they will act accordingly.

Also, a great idea is to NOT let trashy TV parent your child. If anything, it can serve as an educational tool, or a bit of entertainment--clean entertainment. And not even that much. Children should not be inside with the TV all day! Or at--ugh, this is so wrong--their own laptops, or using their own cell phones. First, HELLO, children should not be allowed to have cell phones! They are CHILDREN, who are they going to call?

But secondly, the more important bit; why should children be inside watching TV when they can be outside, exploring the world they've been brought into? Er, safely, of course, as I've already ranted about those totally unfair evil people who make cities unsafe. But still. Outside. Surroundings. Friends. Playing, learning, laughing, growing as happy, bubbly children as they should. Is that too much to ask?

When little Johnny understands it isn't good to be the bad kid, little Johnny can start having fun in life. I was just that age a bit over ten years ago! I remember it! Having sleepovers with my friends, catching ladybugs, baking with my mum, "camping" out on the lawn.. I'm certainly glad my parents didn't allow me to be shut into a room with a TV talking at me. I'm glad I got to experience childhood as I should have--erm, just forget the divorce, shh!--heck, I'm even grateful I got those, what, two spankings for bad behaviour? Just getting "the look" from my mum or dad stopped anything bad straight in its tracks. As a little kid, you don't want to disappoint your parents. Or, at least, you shouldn't.

So, what are my main points here?

+Discipline. Let them know bad behaviour is not tolerated.

+TV isn't a nanny.

+Inject them full of love. There has to be a balance for all this spanking/"the look"-ing business.

+Nothing is more important than parenting your child. Not your rocky relationships, not your work, nothing.

+PLEASE don't assume your child knows how to behave well and is choosing to act like a brat. Chances are, little Johnny has been allowed to act this way by YOU.

Erm. Yeah. I should also add in some stuff about helping them become well-rounded little people, not with food but with experiences, and to get involved and all that jazz, but really, I'm getting tired of ranting and I now feel OODLES better getting this all out.

And now I am at a total loss for words. It's turning into NaNoWriMo all over again! Ahh!

Love and other indoor sports (like PARENTING),

Blue Disastrous

::Pasta Blends with Nothing::

You see, it tries to be Davey while singing 100 Words. And you know it makes sense.

As you know, I have not blogged in a very long time. Why is this, you ask? Why am I sitting in front of the laptop (rather, it sitting on me) nearly all day, every day, and I've not blogged?

Simple. Because I, you see, am lazy. And forgetful.

Basically, I have been feeling like I have the flu (especially yesterday) and of course that affects my brain which goes, "Whee! Ima pretend I go to Hogwarts! And plan a wedding that is still a star away! And build a Mill deck (which is kickass, if I do say so myself--not that I'd play anyone other than Kai, for now)!"

Also, it makes me type many typos and many R's and \'s from my obsessive-compulsive typing. Which is very ridiculous. And not in the "OH HAY, BOGGART" way.

What I am trying to say is, as far as anything of importance in the real world (or semi-real world, actually, which kills that dreadful TV show from ages ago) goes, I've fallen off the face of the Earth. Like, really, gravity has selectively chosen me to not receive its almighty sucking/pulling ima-make-you-this-many-pounds-mwahahahaha powers. I have only done a few hours of schoolwork, I have not updated my blog, I have not been on Facebook (which is actually good, since it's distracting, but bad because I'm keeping up some old friendships there--how bittersweet), and I have not been on top of any of my college stuff.

Which reminds me! Today, as I've started to look back into everything important, I noticed that.. FINALLY CALGRANTS HAS RECEIVED AND KEYED IN MY GPA FORM, YAAAAAAY!!

You may not throw me a party at which you shall serve me Funfetti cake with lavendar buttercream frosting, and you shall lay a fluffy kitty on my lap, as well as a dark crown upon my head and call me your Mistress, as you are now my evil minions who will help me take over the world with my mind-controlling novels.

That is all.

But really, I'm excited about that. And I'm excited to hear back from every financial aid place. I have a 3.5 GPA, which (hopefully) will be higher when I graduate. I thought it was worse. So now I'm really happy.

Also, I am really happy that I got to see Kai on his birthday. He is now 17 (again--NOT THE MOVIE, PLEASE) and it was a happy occasion. Except there was no cake. Why was there no cake? Because he wanted Lucky Charms marshmallow treats and I was going to give them to him! But he didn't even shove one of the emo candles in it to make a wish! Really! What kind of birthday is that, Kai?!

Still, a fun one. We saw How to Train Your Dragon, which was actually very entertaining. It was also in 3D. I'm happy with 3D now. It is no longer the IMA-POP-OUT-AND-GRAB-YOU-OR-STAB-OUT-YOUR-EYE-MWAHAHAHA 3D, but Real3D, which is.. good. I don't like the first-mentioned type of 3D. It is freakish, and no matter how well I know it is fake, it scares me. Me, Blue, the girl who laughs through horror movies. It is very sad.

Sigh. Now, apparently my tummy wants to sing along with the pasta mentioned waaay up there. I do have all of Crash Love stuck in my head. I hated it at first, but now I'm borderline-obsessed. Also, I was temporarily obsessed with the game Imperfect Balance, which is why my eyes are being weird and every word I read or type is falling "off-screen" and bursting into a billion shards of glass.

All right, so! My agenda for the rest of the week is as follows:

+Actually work on cleaning the room. This means leaving my laptop off and instead playing music on my iHome made just for that purpose so I can't get distracted.

+Actually work on schoolwork, and hopefully a lot of it to catch up before..

+..my PLP meeting, which is going to suck because of the fact I have been neglecting my work for VH and French and an un-birthday birthday and somewhat-fake wedding planning. But honestly, they're a lot more fun than wasting hours to get through pointless work that teaches me nothing.

+Get Mum to do what she needs to do for my financial aid process. She knows. She knows.

+Meet with Vince! And do the shoot! And catch up! And not be awkward! We are, after all, twins. And he knows if he tries anything, I shall shout incest and start an epic brawl that I will probably lose. But he is one of the guys that lives by the code of chivalry, which is why I keep him around. I could babble about his awesomeness but it would get very awkward for quite a few people.

+Not hate on the people I hold a grudge against. Which means, at the moment, two girls who do not know when to stop and do not know what boundaries are and who do not understand anger (or they do, and still act how they do to continue making me feel this way, because they know I will never publicly unleash my wrath upon them, and I only ever do see them in public). Though, they both deserve hating, however illogical that is, so I shall continue to hate them and hope I do not see them EVER, EVER again. Unfortunately, I may be stuck with them for a few years. I hope not.

+Absorb more Japanese and French. This does not mean speaking French in Japanese or speaking Japanese in French. How I will keep these as two separate entities remains to be seen.

+Get all other eight to stop crowding me, despite the current anger I just caused by making this known.

+Prepare for Screnzy. That is pretty self-explanatory.

+Learn to prepare more meals so I shall not starve or die from malnutrition in college.

+MAKE EVERYTHING I PROMISED. I am a horrible, horrible person who has been sick and distracted and every other excuse. But the army of fleece kitties is coming, I swear.

+Start sleeping regularly.

Speaking of sleeping regularly, it is nearly three, which is not going to help anything at all. But it is not my fault that the blogs of those I follow are really interesting. It is, however, my fault that I just decided to start reading them at midnight, and also that I have been away so long that I STILL haven't caught up on all the blogs.

Unfortunately for now, this means I must leave. You all must be rolling your eyes or jumping for joy (butt-jumping from your chairs?) that finally this blog is getting wrapped up.

But, instead, I shall make it longer.

CLICK AND WATCH.

That is all.

Love and other indoor sports (like doing the Can-Can while asleep),

Blue Disastrous

P.S. My legs still hurt.

::Blue Jays::

Have I not blogged in a while? I don't remember blogging in a while; I have, however, been reading other blogs. Good blogs. Great blogs. Blogs that make me happy, and blogs that make me think.

I am feeling quite happy about this, so I'd like to share a few.

Sleep Talkin' Man::This is one everyone should know about. I mean, come on, an English man who is rather aggressive and random while he talks in his sleep? It's awesome.

Love Always, Clara::I found Clara's blog through NaNoWriMo. No, Kai, I'm not stalking her. Glare. Anyway, Clara is always very real, very random, and very deserving of good-natured laughs and blog love.

Insatiable Host::Danon, the Insatiable Host, is a mother who is witty and entertaining at the very least (add in a dash of cursing). She also has themed days, and that's pretty cool.

Layla Grace::On a much more serious note, this blog is written by the parents of Layla Grace--a little girl with a terrible disease. I came upon this too late.. but the story is still.. Well, it will be with me for a long time.

It's a Panty Pyramid::This last blog I shall share was created by the Insatiable Host. It's a whole bundle of fun! For women. Eh, Fetus Buddy? Nudge, nudge! I haven't joined yet, but I will sometime in the future. It's a panty party!

So! Other than reading tons of blogs when I should have been doing schoolwork, I have been avoiding schoolwork on Virtual Hogwarts, avoiding schoolwork by baking six batches of cookies and a Devil's Food Cake, avoiding schoolwork by attempting to create Magic decks, avoiding schoolwork by trying to digitally paint on Photoshop, and avoiding schoolwork by preparing for Screnzy and college, which is still five months away.

There's still way too much to do. The least important being to re-purple my hair. Hey, I haven't even had so much as highlights for a year now. Do you know how hard that is for a person who hates being anything like anyone else? Dull, dark brown? Please.
Geez, we look so young. That was only.. nearly two years ago. Time moves so fast.. That was the night Kai and I moved up a step. Very yummy.

Ah. My point is, look at that hair. Purple, please!

Okay, I think this post is long enough. Tehe. It's time for dinner and, after that, frosting the cake.

By the by, I looked up at the TV and it read: "Bacon and Blue". So now I want dorm bacon again. Thanks, Hermione. I mean, TV.

Love and other indoor sports (FRET),

Blue Disastrous

::Peacocks::

I am finding myself more and more annoyed and hate-filled, like I was last time. Also like last time, I am not saying anything. So that's not helping.

Anyway, today was school. Only Takada was sick and we had a sub who knew nothing at all about Japanese, so we basically played around and it was really weird and review-ish. This is after Lytle came out and sternly talked to me for the first time, because L said we could leave after signing in. Nothing was going right.

So, after the strange non-Japanese Japanese class, Mum and I went back into Tracy to kill some time.. then went back to school for my music class.

Today it was actually interesting, and I was very pleased. Though, Courtright tried taking my hat a few times, which is not very nice when you don't want all these amazing musicians seeing your disgusting flat hair.

Alexis and I decided not to work on our normal guitar and bass, instead sitting at the keyboard and trying to trip up our fingers doing scales in a particular way. And then there was the listening to hardcore Japanese metal that was amazing while Courtright wasn't looking. We (Alexis and I) talked the whole time about random Japanese things, from manga to fashion to capsule hotels to dancing squid. It was all rather fun.

Then it was time to go to BN, where I began emailing my aunt about quilting and got help and such. And then, out of nowhere, Zak popped up. So we spent about, hm, an hour writing a basic script and going over different scenarios for said script. We ended up with a twisted short scene where a rabid rabbit--well, I won't get that far. We ARE going to film it, after all.

After that, it was all fun again with the walking and the ranting and the walking and the Sour Patch Kids and the walking and the kitties and the walking.. Did I mention the walking? I swear, by the time we reached Costco we had to have at least walked like five miles. Which is a lot for the both of us.

Aaand then he had to randomly leave again. And then I left.

And here I am, feeling annoyed and not satisfied, yet again.

I am now caught between wanting time to speed up and wanting to just sleep forever and never live a real life again. I feel worthless. Again.

So that's all I have to say about that.

Now, back to figuring out how to do this.. paper.. piecing.. thingy. Either that, or start writing some of the script as a rough draft/proposal. Just have to keep my mind busy is all..

Love and other indoor sports (I've got nothing tonight),

Blue Disastrous

::Starbucks Box?::

Mum got a package in the mail from Inglewood Forest.. in a Starbucks box. Okay then.

So last night I learned my shoes are not safe anywhere. Specifically, the shoelaces. Shoe-zilla..

So! Today! Yeah, today I had school. I was happy. We learned all the particles Takada-sensei could think of. And officially learned the "sa" category of katakana. After class I was all ready to study with Angie--only she was home sick. Shat. I have two days left. She had better email me..

Anyway, before school--I always take a picture of my barn. Pwetty sky today.

And then also on the way to school is a random mansion. I'll get a better picture sometime, it is totally awesome. It has stone lions and everything.

Blahblahblah, after school--eye appointment. The first thing--click the button when you see the squiggles. Focus on the red balloon. "Okay, I'm going to check your eye pressure now. Look at the green light." And I do.

And a huge burst of air shoots my eye and I am temporarily blind from the shock and sudden drying of my eyes. Buu. And then the girl laughed.

Doctor dude comes in. "Better one, better two?" All that nonsense. And now I'm getting new glasses.. JLO glasses with shinies on the sides. They are pwetty, and I hope I don't look so much more dorky with them.. (Like I did there. Buu. I guess we'll get used to them..)

Then I dropped off Kai's mum's friend's pillow. It was so soft and cuddly.. I hope they like it.

Then to BN!! Except outside. Because I took cover and attacked my eyebrows. Yes. I actually have non-caterpillars. That just sounds creepy. But whatever, I'm happy. Hah.

Very soon after actually entering BN, Zak shows up. Awkward first meeting. But before we knew it, it was very normal. Which was good. Only we didn't know what to do, standing around in the BN Cafe.. So off to Hot Topic.

..We totally saw the video. Blahblahblah, back to BN. Bored. TO JC PENNY'S. Only it was boring. And then the moon popped out to say hello. And the clouds got very.. trippy.

Then, hey, let's go play Rockband at Best Buy. Runrunrun. Playplayplay. Bored. Again. To Target for Icees. Loooong line. And then we got it into our heads that hey, we won't get shot in Tracy at night walking like a mile to Walmart for Pocky, no..

Except then we got side-tracked by Petco. It had fish. And cats. And rabbits. And everything else but ferrets.

Koi!

Oh! "I think I've seen enough of this catfish for one lifetime."

And then we looked at kitties. Momo!

After roaming about Petco and Petsmart, we went to Walmart (actually, we went to Petco, then Walmart, then Petsmart) to get Pocky. It was a good experience. Minus the almost-getting-hit-by-a-car. And the fear of getting shot, and the fear of dropping my iPod, camera, and phone into traffic.

Our day ended when we found out his mum and sister were at Strings. And.. yeah. Then I went home. Checked email for work, school, or Angie.. Nope.

Blog.

Yes?

Yes.

And I really really really just want summer. That sounds terrible. But I hope, come summer, everything will be okay again. I really do.

Okay.. Randomly, the videos are in opposite order. Oops. So watch them backwards. And ignore my retarded voice. And random talking. And yeah.

Love and other indoor sports (like battling the Death Knot),

Blue Disastrous

::Fueteru Kuchiberu::

One subject to go before sending in my transcript. I'm excited. The time is coming--the period of waiting for approval by people much older and wiser who do not understand young people at all. But I can't wait! Soon after said approval, I shall be living with Kai. Which is good. Very good.

Anyway, today I went to school. Yay! Japanese, free period, and Music.

Japanese was interesting as usual. We talked about how the commercials in Japan are better than the shows.

POKI!!

Anata mo watashi mo Pocky! Love.

Anata mo watashi mo Pocky! Summer.

Anata mo watashi mo Pocky! Zombie.

Go watch. Or else. The Pocky Mum/Pervvy Fisherman/Zombies will get you.

Anyway, after Takada-sensei and Miyu-san sang this, the rest of the class was pretty good too.

So after class, I asked for the vocab I missed from the two months. Takada-sensei was like, "Hm, a good person to ask would be.. Kumamoto-san." We both lean slant-way around the wall to call her--but she is talking with another teacher. So we wait. Slant-way. We were a totem pole. It was crazy.

But Kumamoto-san did really catch me up. Yay! Final, here I come!

Free period time (which was also Kumamoto-san/Aoi study time). I went to find Niemi, only to find he was not in his office and I had walked into my old Careers class, where everyone shut up and stared at me. Facepalm. So I slunk out of there, embarrassed, to go sit in the car with mum, as it was raining and all the classrooms were full.

But then Niemi quickly opened a window from the last building I passed, leapt half-way out and shouted, "NO. Don't think you're going anywhere, Missy! You can wait in my office." So I went back into the full classroom, fought my way past the solid curtain thing in front of his office door and sat and waited. Waited. Waited. Finally he came in.

I got a stack of House stickers! Er, Hogwarts Houses. I have been labeled a Hufflepuff all day. Even Lytle looked at me oddly.

After the break, I went on over to my music class. I took my final. Easy. A guy who wasn't even in the class took my bass (not Skittles, the class bass) so I was sitting doing nothing for an hour and a half. Whee.

After school Mum took me to the mall, and soon after we arrived, Dustin and co. came by to our huge round table. "What does my name look like in Japanese?"

At least I got in some practice.

Dustin and I walked about the mall a bit. I found an awesome jacket. We ran into his friends. They were really nice.. and I only spoke to them in Japanese. It was funny.

Then I had to leave.

Car ride.

Home.

Choco lactose-free milk.

This.

TAH DAH. My lovely day.

I will finish the day with making the lesbo pillow more smooth..

And.. I dunno. Some studying for Japanese. Yay.

..And I really want that loft now.

To-Do:

+Drop off the giant pillow

+Bake Matt his late-as-hell birthday cupcake

+Drop off said cupcake

+Make it to school without keeling over

+Japanese: PAY ATTENTION AND PRACTICE. And this does not mean repeating everything Miyu tells me to. At least when Takada-sensei isn't asking me.

+Study for the Japanese final with Angie on Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday, if possible

+Take said Japanese final

he final

+Send in transcript to colleges

+Go to eye appointment--do not blind self or stab eyes out before then

+Go to doctor appointment--do not die before then

+Take more pictures

+Get EPT/ELM scores and send them to colleges (unless.. wait, I think I told them to send them on my answer sheet thingy. No. Thingymajigger. There we go..)

+DO NOT STRESS

Love and other indoor sports (projectile--ftw),

Blue Disastrous

::Disgusting Repetition::

Writing, writing, writing.

Schoolwork schoolwork schoolwork.

Writing writing writing.

Carrot, carrot, carrot.

Ice cream ice cream ice cream.

Writing, writing, writing.

Kai leaving, Kai leaving, Kai leaving.

At least I'm really good at writing hiragana and katakana now.

Finished Econ with a 99. Niemi is being freakish again, his head being filled with "sophist argumentation" and whatnot. He's in Malibu with the Debate team. I hope they win. They really are awesome.

Hm, so I woke up this morning first, kitty-less. Or would it be "kittyless"? Or "kittiless"? Something.. The point is, ChristoFUR was not warming my tummy or suffocating me. Second, my mum told me to hurry up and get ready because Grandma and we were going to lunch and grocery shopping.

Third and worst, I woke up to the first day of Kai being gone. I keep feeling the darkness of depression trying to seep in. I'm fighting it.

Fighting, fighting, fighting.

We ended up going to La Pinata, except not, because it needs a ~ over the n and also the La Pinata in our area is La Pin-squiggle-ata 2. Yes, I know the real name for said squiggle, but I just like saying "squiggle", thanks.

Pork, beans, cheese (and some random mild peppers and onions that burned my throat viciously) all wrapped in a too-crispy flour tortilla. Their burritos are huge, I swear.

I didn't really feel up to shopping. I got another hat order from a random waitress, and that made me want to sew--and that made me realise I have no time, as I must first get my school stuff straight to not be an Epic Fail and miss out on a year of college, even though that is where I am supposed to be. But I don't like making things easier, now do I?

I was dropped off.

Listened to the Alternative Music channel on TV. Made a huge list of every artist I heard, which I'd post here if only I had not not-capitalised them.

And I finished Econ. And started the process of disgusting repetition to practice Japanese for my final this week. It really does help.

See?

..This reminds me this was the only picture I took today that means anything. Oh well.

I really miss Kai. It is only his first day back, too. And sadly the mysterious disappearances are beginning, which I'll have to get used to again, without the added pain of darkness. Because that is just stupid.

I have decided to add a new part to my entries. A to-do list. Those are fun, hm?

To-Do List:

+Finish Kai's mum's friend's pillow

+Drop off said pillow

+Bake Matt his late-as-hell birthday cupcake

+Drop off said cupcake

+Make it to school without keeling over

+Japanese: PAY ATTENTION AND PRACTICE. And this does not mean repeating everything Miyu tells me to. At least when Takada-sensei isn't asking me.

+Study for the Japanese final with Angie on Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday, if possible

+Take said Japanese final

+Go see Niemi and be afraid of his surprise for me (which I really hope is an acceptable pass for Chemistry--or at least the labs) and also remind him that I need to have my transcript updated and sent to CSUMB and CSUS by Friday. Because I doubt that even though the deadline is the first, they will take it on a Sunday.

+Rush to Music, with my tail between my legs, and mumble some excuse for not practicing bass much (poor Skittles, she hates dust--not Dustin) and ask for the final

+Take said final

+Send in transcript to colleges

+Go to eye appointment--do not blind self or stab eyes out before then

+Take more pictures

+DO NOT STRESS

..It's short, no?

..No.

Love and other indoor sports (like extreme kitty Scotch-tape-dancing),

Blue Disastrous

::Non-Stick Surfaces::

Aaand I'm back! Sheesh. Anyway, forward!

So Matt and I went to see Avatar, and cut into the somewhat-front of the line. Which is pictured below. It was, as my grandma says, ridiculous.
After the movie, we went to BN across the parking lot, which was hectic as usual. Which is why I stole a piece of Matt's cookie without his notice. Much. MY COOKIE.
Soon we found out that love does exist in every creature..
..and that, indeed, It DOES Fit.
Exciting, no?! Apparently not, as a random old guy with a random fluffy snickerpoodle glared at our enthusiasm. Sheesh. What a party pooper.
At the end of our visit, we began making faces at our parents, who were talking and talking.. and talking, and talking, and talking..

Migraine faces?


After THAT whole eventful day, I went to spend what was left of the evening with Kai. Except then we got hungry. So, on to Savemart! Where I successfully stole many pictures with my camera that no one heard turning on, and Kai always would make a face at this. Like so.
I think he secretly likes being a supermodel.. What do you think? An awkward self-check-out later, we went back to his house to make our delicious meal.. of chikkin nuggets shaped like dinosaurs. This picture is before the watering hole was added, but you get the idea.
Boredom.. Mistaking Kai's knee for cake.. and then getting a message from Mum telling me it was time to leave. Figures.
Another day, another adventure. I'm not quite sure WHY we went to the Modesto mall.. Was it coming back from Aunt Nancy's on New Year's fiiiirst day? Something like that. It was a fun day, that's all I remember. We got some knock-off Fantasy Belts and Sixlets and Runts from the candy store, where we found these excellent Gummi Red Lobsters.
Later that day, or maybe it was the next day, or some day.. Er, anyway, we got around to watching the Notebook, which successfully made me cry a few times. In this romantic mushy mood, we decided, at Kai's suggestion, to make dinner together. It was amazing, especially for two people who had no clue what they were doing.
You know, that was a really great week. I did get to see Kai a lot, AND get out of the house for once. It also started our obsession with Pokemon cards, and drained my wallet (okay, pocket) of 60$ for said cards. Yes. That is obsession. Constant runs to different Targets and even Krier's for new cards.

Oh, look, he made a new face while we were out and about! Don't give me that look, mister.. That is MY look.
All that week, my mum and I were staying at Aunt Nancy's. Jamie was there too, and she brought her cat, Faith, who seriously had a good kitty attitude. And she too had a drunk picture. Why do all cats start out their photoshoots this way?
Several shots later, I was bored, she was tired. And then Mum and I left to go back home.
So, recently I have applied for a job at Edible Arrangements. The head lady, Luba, emailed me back. I got a mini interview and a training session. It was seriously fun, and in my opinion, that is the best job a teen can get starting out. Yay! I get to save for a car!

And, as usual, I was taking random pictures on the way back. I caught this one, and I'm rather proud of it. The only Photoshopping done was resizing.

Also as usual, my cat has been sneaking into the house increasingly, and he is quite a character. As an added bonus, he doubles as a foot and tummy warmer during the night. Not at the same time, unfortunately.
The 17th was Matt's 17th birthday! Yay! Poor guy, his plans for his birthday were cancelled, so I went to hang out with him the day before. I swear, when we're together hilarity and disaster ensues. Ha, AVPM reference. Anyway, anything serious turns into a joke, and everything that is meant to be funny is made drastically important. Such as this paint can. Matt decided to wrangle it himself. Brave, brave Matt. Does he look like he's joking to you? ..Well, maybe.
The stairwell on Sears' bottom floor, outside in the parking garage that's fit for a horror movie, has become our spot. Talking about our latest news, complaining about rules, and scaring random customers about to go into the store--that's just what we do. While I was contemplating sliding down the rail (again), the birthday boy got some random gold paper from his pocket and made us matching cranes. CRANES. I mean, other than those awesome talented Asians, who can DO that kind of thing? Right, he's adopted Asian. Excuse me.
Before we had to leave, we traipsed on over to the other shopping center, with JC Penny's home store and Cost Plus, World Market. I love going to both of those places, naturally, as random foreign sweets and artifacts intrigue me, and I'm going nutty about preparing to decorate the studio in the summer, which is sadly still many months away.
Much to the JC Penny home store saleslady's annoyance, we sat our butts on every chair we could find. And stayed. It drove her nuts. But this chair was pretty cool. It rocks. Literally.
This picture was an afterthought, as we were both getting tired and wanted to go to the park by his house to do some art (yay for cool, fresh air).
On the way down the double staircase I saw these clocks all over the wall in the back. I NEEDED a picture. the one on the veeery bottom right, the cut-off spokes with mirrors, was the best clock ever. But I decided, at 250$, it wasn't THAT cool.
He is a tree! Or maybe, is he trying to hug air? Super-vegan? Nah. He's a tree.
And at the end of the day, I was dropped off--though Matt wanted to see ChristoFUR. The kitty wasn't too happy. All in all, it was a fun day.
And what have I been doing since then? ABSOLUTELY NOTHING. Well, that's a lie. I have been working almost non-stop on my Econ work and getting all caught up school-wise so I can send my updated transcript to the colleges. I'm really cutting it close..

And then Kai had to go and get me all into Safecracker. Which took about five or six of my work hours. Since beating the game, twice (my second run time was 1:20!), I haven't been able to concentrate on Econ, and I only have four lessons left. That's a bit annoying.

Then I remembered, HO SHAT, Sorting was upon Virtual Hogwarts. Specifically, my character's class. VH 18, Lilith Tempest has yet to be Sorted. We'll find out Valentine's Day. And she had better be a Hufflepuff.

It's been thundering lately.. Raining, too. That'll sure make the drive to Tracy fun, especially since the car has broken down three or four times in the past two weeks. We could have just bought a whole new car.. But no.

Either way, I get to see Kai. Which is nice.

I am NOT Kate Gosslin.

Oh, look at the time. The ginormous cupcake is done.

Love and other indoor sports (like telling the world about things they don't care about--if that's a sport, I'd win),

Blue Disastrous