Update.

Shandershon, I got your tie. xD It's solid green though, because I couldn't find a green and silver one, sorry. D:

It's Monday. A week before school's back again. COME BACK WINTER VACATION COMEEEE BACKKKK

Went fanart hunting again yesterday. Inner fangirl has been revived. Why must the Pokémon series have such attractive characters. ♥

Dystopia yay.

English no go away. |:

Shameless self-insert time!

"I've gathered that." The sarcasm was good-natured though. "What about you?" She volleyed the question right back at her.

"What about me?" Phoebe asked delicately, bringing the cup of punch up to her lips.

"Why aren't you out there dancing either?"

"As you so gracefully put it, it's 'not my thing.'"

"Does it have anything to do with the absence of your friend?"

"Morty has nothing to do with it!" Phoebe insisted, a bit too quickly.

"I never specified him." Rei looked deeply amused at the other woman's flustered realisation.

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"They look like they're having fun though," she commented, staring at the crowd on the dance floor, and then giggled at the sight of Brawly practically throwing Roxanne over his shoulder in a particularly bold dance move.

"Fun," Rei repeated with a small smile, as the Rock-type gym leader protested loudly to be let down. Good-humoured as ever though, Brawly merely flashed the cheering crowd a grin and began twirling his partner around in a sort of enthusiastic ballroom dance. Rei caught sight of Wallace and Winona standing together off in the crowd, and the former champion extended his hand to the Flying-type gym leader, gesturing with his other hand towards the current couple in the spotlight. It must have been an invitation to follow them, for Winona took one look at how Brawly was throwing Roxanne around, and shook her head in alarm.

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Drake nodded. "Well then, I suppose that's settled. So Wallace is our new third Elite—"

"Third?" Wallace cut in, repeating the word as if it were a vulgarity. "What on earth are you talking about? The Elite Four is ranked in order of strength, are we not?"

"Yes," Drake said a bit grudgingly, seeing perfectly clearly where this was going.

"And I daresay the former Champion is—shall we say—a tad bit more capable than a mere third rank Elite? Not that you're weak, Glacia my dear," Wallace added hastily at Glacia's bemused expression, "but you must admit—"

"Oh, for Pete's sake," Drake interrupted, folding his arms. "Alright, if you insist—so Wallace is our new fourth Elite, and Drake the Dragon master is now third in line—"

"You musn't sound so bitter!" Wallace scolded, sounding aghast. Rei caught Drake's eyetwitch from beneath the shadow of his sailor hat, and she resisted the urge to laugh. Judging by Phoebe's strained expression and Sidney's sudden fit of coughing, she wasn't the only one.

"Well, in any case, you should register the change tomorrow," Glacia said with an amused smile, "preferably when I go to resign. Since you two seem to have agreed on the rank distribution..."

"'Agreed,'" Drake repeated, raising his eyebrows. "I'm assuming the term is used very loosely there."

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"It's nothing, I just tossed on something random. Sidney was outside my door demanding that I hurry up," she laughed, and Sidney rolled his eyes, grinning.

"Girls," he sighed, nearly dropping the plate of curry he was balancing as he sidestepped Phoebe's mockingly indignant ankle sweep. This motion was not missed by Glacia, who raised her eyebrows.

"I'll have to be careful about raising my child around you lot," she commented with a teasing smile as she flitted around the kitchen, cleaning up, "or he'd start to learn from you."

"You say that like it's a bad thing," Sidney groused, as the rest of the dishes gradually made their way to the table.

"But it happens to be true!" Wallace interjected oh-so-helpfully. "One Sidney around here is already plenty enough!"

"One Wallace, too," Drake said. "See there?" he added when the former Champion looked scandalised.

"How could that even be?" he demanded, nearly whacking Phoebe in the face by accident with his wild hand gestures. "We would want him to grow up an elegant and graceful man, not some rustic barbarian!"

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"Alright, Arcanine," Green said as the Fire-type canine leapt up to lick his face. He turned his head sideways towards Rei and quickly appreciated that he had the better deal; Rei's two Mawile were nipping affectionately at her legs with their large jaws, and there were many alarming scratching noises as the denim on her jeans threatened the tear under the sudden barrage of teeth.











Bluh bluh should be doing English bluh bluh

English ISP.

Sung to the melody of this. c:

"It’s a beautiful night,
I’m standing here knowing what to do,
Hey baby, I think I have to murder you~
I wanna get out alive,
But you know only one gets through,
Goodbye baby, I think I have to murder you~"

PS. If anyone's confused, my novel is The Hunger Games. You know, the one I've been reading about kids killing each other. :D

Merry Christmas!~

I'm finally posting again, yes. xD

Today, I was at the grocery store and some person walked past dragging a very squeaky basket on the floor. I thought it was a Pachirisu. No jokes, the squeaking sounded EXACTLY like that.

Bought Pocky and milk candy and egg tarts. :D

I keep thinking I'm screwed for English ISP. I probably am if I don't get something done soon. |D

But I HAVE AN IDEA. THAT IS PROGRESS.






IT'S A BEAUTIFUL NIGHHHT, WE'RE LOOKIN' FOR SOMETHING DUMB TO DOOOO
HEY BABEH, I THINK I WANNA MARRY YOUUUU ♥

So like.

Apparently I've been dead for the past several days or so.

... Waitwat. Apparently?

Right, I'm not making any sense. ANYWAYYYY.

... Can I not post? I want to continue writing fanfic/roleplay posts that don't involve modding because now it's wayyyy less stressful and actually fun which is what it's supposed to be in the first place.

-breathe-

This internet person and I are currently comparing the ocean and volcanoes to people and their effects on one another. We are good at logic y/y

Getting sick. fffffffffff

FREEDOM.

Time for some intense fanfic-writing and sleeping in every morning for two weeks. ♥

I like how...

... I go on a posting splurge in November, and then I die once December rolls around.

There are only two more days of school left before the break, but somehow I still feel like I have a shitload of stuff to do, even though I'm done my English essay and me and Shandershon finally got our presentation straight and will probably do a decent job.

Maybe it's that math test on Friday. Yeah, that kinda puts a damper on things.

Baking cookies/brownies/whatever they are tomorrow. Will bring to potluck breakfast in Vocals on Friday. Will also give to teachers. Hopefully, they will not burn or be deformed like the chocolate chip cookies from last week. |D

Still working on self-insert fic, in celebration of finishing my English essay in record time (aka. about two hours and a half).

I need to exercise more. I've gotten lazy. |:

TIME TO PUT ON DANCE MUSIC AND WORK OUT YEAH

Update.

I'm not dead?

Shandershon's taking care of the last third of English because Windows Movie Maker is retarded and I have Serenade tomorrow and we're overall screwed.

Oh, and I haven't started on the essay that's due on Friday, and we have a math test that day too.

WINTER VACATION WHERE ARE YOU FFFFFFUUUUUUU

Blurb of the day.

"Hey, do I look okay in this?"
"WHEN I SEE YOUR FAAAAAA-"
"Okay okay, I get it."

Back to business.

/jarvis lorry

/shot

My fingers are cold. Probably because I just washed them in cold water.

It's official, Shandershon and I are screwedddd for English. We attempted to get some work done today at my house, but then roleplaying was being a distraction. A very large distraction.

The grade 10 gifted French class is very corrupted. This is why you don't let your extremely competitive students influence each others' marks, or everyone will start hating each other and all will not end well.

... My fingers are still cold. It's hard to type quickly.

I'm getting the hang of AutoCAD in Comm Tech. This is an accomplishment.

Except apparently our final project for this AutoCAD unit is to redraw a properly-proportioned model of an electronic device in the drawing program thingy. With all the little niches and buttons and tiny details and everything. I am slightly scared.

... I just realised my aunt has Facebook. Good job. I'm not going to bother adding her though, because I highly doubt her account is active. |D

TV Tropes implied that Americans don't have poutine. I'm pretty sure this isn't all that true.

... I should be working on English instead of doing this. SHANDERSHON WHERE IS THAT SCRIPT

Or at least making the puppets. We're recording a puppet show for our English presentation (which happens to be on Monday, which is the day before the Serenade, so that's lovely).

JUST A CITY BOYYYY. BORN AND RAISED IN SOUTH DETROOOOOIT.

I haven't practised that in so long. This is somewhat concerning, considering the concert is in exactly a week.

Today, I attempted to do my hair up with Dana's humongous clip. I failed epically and she had to help me. Resulting in a rather "Asian" (her description not mine) hairstyle which I kept for the remainder of English class. (I had to give back her clip at the end of class though :c)

alskdflkasjdfld need to workkkk

what.

that wasn't supposed to happen.

... unless it was.

ah, fuck.

what.

that wasn't supposed to happen.

i... i don't even know what to believe anymore.

I'm freezing.

Currently at aunt's house. Her heating must be broken or something, because it's like a refrigerator up here, particularly this little alcove thing where the computer is. There's nothing to do downstairs except sulk around and listen to grown-ups talk in Chinese.

... Heh "grown-ups". LOL I AM FIVE YEARS OLD

But seriously, my fingers are coming off with this cold. But I have nothing else to do. I want to go home. :|

Baked cookies with Shandershon today. Tried making cookies for teachers. I think I'm only going to give Ms. C's, even though her music note somehow turned into a boot in the oven. o.o Well, it's better than Johnson's mouse-that-now-looks-like-a-deformed-triangle (maybe I should give that to Eschle xD) or Mitchell's book-that-looks-like-a-leaf. I made a plus/multiplication sign for Eschle, but Shandershon's grandma accidentally ate it. It didn't look right anyway, so no loss there I suppose. |D

Socolddddddalsdkfjalsdjfljf

Fifth period, part 2.

The size 7 Verdana font strikes again.

... And so does the defective spacebar. I have to practically slam my thumb down on it in order to put a space. What.

So here I am again, sitting in Comm Tech class with all my projects done and a Word document open and also being pissed off by the defective spacebar. (Oh, but it works better when you press it in the middle. Okay now my typing’s kind of skewed sideways, but that’s okay.)

Nothing much happened today. It’s Friday. I still want to go see HP7. ASLDFJALSDFJ STUPID PARENTS. >:c

Angie is on the computer beside me and is reading this. Yes Angie, this is for my blog.

... This spacebar is pissing me off.

Whatif I justleave thelack ofspacesastthey areand just put spacesifthey appear and

Okay no that’s annoying and hard to read, and also they create a lot of suspicious red lines.

Tanyerson is being weird.

I... actually don’t feel like blogging right now, mainly because of this ANNOYING STUPID SPACEBAR ARGHHHH

Hey you Pikachu.

... Rachel still hates this spacebar.

/shot

I am... really, really bored.

LATER: Holy whales, a bunch of guys just got busted for playing games in class. Now they’re writing lines. I never knew teachers still did that kind of stuff.

My Adobe Illustrator won’t close. This is somewhat of a problem.

... I just realised, Angie just asked Johnson to come and look at her video, and she’s at the computer right beside me, and he will probably be able to tell that I’m not doing work here. o___o ONOES.

... THIS. STUPID. SPACEBAR.

What to brain vomit about. Let’s see. I’m almost done reading Tale of Two Cities. It’s actually getting pretty interesting by this point, since it’s at the point where a bunch of familiar names come up again and I’m all like “ARRHHH” trying to figure out where I’ve read that name before and it’s kind of like a complicated law version of JK Rowling. (I hate this spacebar, did I mention that?)

Maybe I should pull out my iPod and listen to some music or something. Yeah, that might be a good idea.

Okay so, now my iPod is on shuffle and now I’m back to having nothing productive to do. I really, really, really hate this spacebar.

... I keep opening Internet Explorer and then closing it. I really need to find something to alleviate my boredom.

OKAY KIDDIES IT’S STORY TIME! And because I’m missing the good ol’ days of Zoo Tycoon 2, that is the theme for today.

“Once upon a time, there was a young male velociraptor living in his small desert exhibit in a zoo. This zoo was the only one in the world that exhibited dinosaurs, so day and night, he was surrounded by his fellow prehistoric peers. Oh, and normal animals too, but nobody cared about them anymore.

This velociraptor, so very cleverly named “Victor”, was situated next to a wetlands exhibit (which was a bit dumb of the designer, really) in which two friendly protarchaeopteryx lived. They were also not very intelligently named,

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And I stopped there because I was already getting discouraged by the fact that I couldn't remember what my protarchaeopteryx's names were. >>

Yes, when I used to play Zoo Tycoon 2, I made up personalities and little stories for my animals. The interactions between the dinosaurs were my favourites. I remember making a childish T-rex and a motherly Triceratops and a flirtatious Velociraptor and a deadpan snarker Stegosaurus and a cloudcuckoolander Ankylosaurus and I forgot what else but it was all really fun. I also remember having to release several of my Stokesosaurus into the wild because they kept killing each other. :/

Gawd, now I REALLY want to play again. Why is it that I have two actually-bought, legit expansion packs, but neither of them are Extinct Animals? That one's my favourite too. Dinosaurs and killer penguins ftw.

... I wonder what would happen if I stick a killer penguin in my zoo and name it Jacob. He'd probably break out of his enclosure and start rampaging around and eat all my guests. DUDE WHERE THE HECK IS MY GAME I SO WANT TO DO THIS







In other news, I got yelled at in Vocals this morning. Well, sort of, the teacher person whoever-she-was asked me "... would you like to sit in a chair?" when she saw me sitting on Jacob. In a somewhat annoyed tone. From what I could tell, anyway.

I'm pretty sure I sat on Tanyerson for a great deal of the class yesterday though. Ah, old people. /shot

... I just realised that my hair is ridiculously long. Like, almost chest-length-ish. This means increasingly longer shower times when I wash it. :c

My flute playing got a whole lot worse. No real big surprise there, but. :|

My hair is wet again. Showers ftw.




... ZOO TYCOON 2.

The usual.

Did choreography in Vocal Fusion today. All three songs. It was fun, except that Don't Stop Believin' messed me up and possibly Jacob as well. I'm still not sure where we're supposed to go.

We attracted an audience lurking outside the open doorway. I saw Dennis and James and Big James (LOL MICH) his brother and Tom and some other people I didn't get a good look at. They dropped in at exactly the wrong time, because we were doing No Air and the choreography for that one isn't the most exciting ever. |D

Also, Fanderson came back to stalk after Model UN.

Attempting to get No Air out of my head with some Katy Perry and Marianas Trench. Also, may I say that Masterpiece Theatre III is quite possibly one of the most epic things I have heard in my life. I nearly died when I first heard "look around round look around round look around" and then "so here's another day I'll spend away from you" and then "please just follow me, I thought you wanted me" in the background and then I'm like "OMG EPIC MASH-UP HOLY WHALES ♥"

Did solo this morning. Couldn't move around all that much because it kills my breathing and therefore my actual singing. Well, at least I had fun during the practices so it's all good. :D

Lunch was about the same volume as usual, only because Bobby was there in our stairwell with the absence of Fanderson. Oh, and Peter. And Jenn, for a bit. And Jesca. I think our stairwell is getting invaded.

I'm always freezing cold when I walk into Vocal Fusion practice. I find this a bit weird, seeing how usually I'm a heater. (But then again, it kind of makes logical sense. I'm emitting all my body heat and saving none for myself. This kind of sucks.)

... Is it just me, or am I speaking in choppier sentences today? I feel a bit high atm.

... atm. I like how I don't even capitalise these acronyms anymore.

... I'm going to listen to that Masterpiece Theatre mash-up again. Wayyyy too epic. ♥

WEDNESDAY.

IT IS OVER.

... except not really, because I ended up not doing my solo today. :|

But still. MATH TEST AND ENGLISH TEST OVER YESSSSS

/celebrate

... I want some chocolate. But it's dinner soon, and if I eat some now, I won't be able to eat dinner and then my parents will get mad at me because they think I'm anorexic. (Which I'm not, by the way, so rest assured |D)

YOU. MAKE. ME. FEEL LIKE I'M LIVIN' A. TEE-NAGE. DREAM. THE WAY YOU TURN ME ON. ♥

Jacob, this is your fault. Now that song's stuck in my head and it won't get out.

At least it replaced Free Ride/Route 66. Though for part of the former I couldn't really hear anything because I sat right beside the amplifier for Mich's bass and it was really loud. Louder than Sean's drumming. I'd take the drumming, thanks. At least it's interesting. COW BELL AND WOODEN THINGY YES ♥

Also, today I discovered that Sean has a tendency to hit himself a lot. With his drumsticks. He nearly hit me as well, when one flew out of his hand by accident.

My hair is currently wet. I still want chocolate.

... How on earth did my brain connect those two subjects?

Let's investigate. Wet hair -> shower -> bedtime (sometimes) -> no snacking before bed because mom says it'll make me fat -> snacks -> CHOCOLATE ♥

Success.

... That reminds me of a game that Kyle and Shiranka and these other dudes were playing in Comm Tech when they had nothing better to do. They would all go on Wikipedia and choose two pages, and race to see who can connect the two pages using interior links only. It was pretty funny, really. |D

Solo tomorrow gonna die can't breathe bad breath control painful throat this is gonna suck so hard arghhhhhh

I want an excuse to wear that really pretty formal dress I bought in America during the summer. It's black and form-fitting and it has this awesome chain thing and it's really pretty ♥ Are you supposed to wear formal stuff to Music Banquet? In which case I kind of hope I'm invited just so I have an excuse to wear it again. (I'm such a bad kid. |D)

Chocolateeee. ♥

PS. No space abuse today. Accomplishment, yes.

Ugh.

I'm exhausted.

Going to die tomorrow.

So.

Much.

Wednesday. Be over already.

Blurb of the day.

Mouldy bread. Grandma unknowingly tried eating some today. Dad yelled at her.

Rachel may or may not be getting slightly sick. Again. Right before concert day. Right before a Comm Tech quiz. Right before her solo. Right before a math test. Right before an English test.

Rachel wants the week to be over already. Or at least Wednesday.

Is this even possible?

My mom told me to drink a glass of milk this morning, and so I poured myself a glass and stuck it in the microwave because cold milk doesn't agree with my stomach first thing in the morning.

So I heat it up for maybe a minute, and there doesn't seem to be anything suspicious going on. No sounds, nothing.

And then I open the microwave when it's done and there is only about two thirds of the initial volume left and the rest is splattered everywhere and everything is a mess.

My milk exploded.

I'm still confused.





Today, my parents are at my aunt's house for some construction thing.

Mom: (coming home with a giant whole pizza from Costco) Okay so, you take 3 slices and grandma takes 2, and the rest we'll eat at aunt's house.
Me: ... Can't I have 4?
Mom: NO. Or you won't be able to eat dinner tonight. >:c

Yes, I was hungry enough to eat 4 large slices of Costco pizza for lunch. (I ended up eating 3 anyway, because my grandma wouldn't let me have hers. xP) Shaap, it was Hawaiian, the besttt. ♥





I tried reinstalling Zoo Tycoon 2 for that pairing-up thing that I was talking about the other day, but it screwed up. "File is read-only, cannot save." Or something or other. Cue Rachel spazzing.

Mathhhh. The review sheet actually isn't that hard though, so I think I'm not going to die? o.o

Aunt and cousin visited yesterday. Cousin showed me his university work and called it insanely easy. I felt stupid. :c

I need to go watch HP7 like soonnnnn. D8< See this is why you guys should screw schoolwork and we should go on another public transit adventure to Famous Players or something.

... Or not, because Shandershon and I are kind of screwed for English. Kind of. A bit. Somewhat. Maybe. A lot. Seriously. We're deadddd. Dx

I got to the point in the book where the civilians in a specific village are like all "RAAAAAGE" and get carving knives and cleavers and guns and start killing each other. I'm a bit confused at this point.

Whyyyy does Charles Dickens write so purpley. It's an interesting story, it's just kind of annoying to read. D:<

Rachel is jumping from topic to topic. As usual.

The radio is playing in the background.

My typing suddenly slowed down by a lot. I have no idea why. D:




This morning, I went on another Disney binge. Rewatching the ending of The Lion King 2 made me cry. Relistening to the songs in Mandarin made me cry even harder, because they are pretty songs, and the Chinese voice actors sing way better than the English ones. (Also, we only had the DVD in Mandarin when I was a kid, so that was basically my childhood. |D)

... I suddenly remember little kid Rachel attempting to karaoke in Mandarin and failing spectacularly. I need to go find that DVD again.

I'm not proofreading any of this as I go along. This is bad. There may or may not be grammar quirks.





It's almost December. I wonder who I'll get for Secret Santa for the sleepover.



PS. This post officially pushes the number of posts in November 2010 to more than days in the actual month. I am good. :D

I am good.

I am currently on my dad's Blackberry in a chinese restaurant for lunch. Blogging on a Blackberry is slightly difficult. If I start making typos or something then apologies for that.

I'm having ramen for lunch! :D we are currently waiting.

Dad's food just came must investigate brb



LATER:

Okay hi. Rachel is back home now. :D

Guy: Why are you wearing a bra? It's not like you have anything to put in it.
Girl: Well, you wear pants, don't you?





Mom: Rachel, you're going to pick new glasses today after class, okay?
Me: o.o? Butbutbut... I like mine.
Mom: No, they're getting old and scratched. You need new ones.
Me: You know what I need? Contacts.
Dad: No.
Me: Aw come onnnn. D:
Dad: No.
Me: They're not that bad.
Dad: No.
Me: I did all my research. I know I have to take really super-duper care of them.
Dad: No.
Me: And it's not like I'm going to wear them all the time. Just for school or something.
Dad: No.
Me: Please?
Dad: No.
Me: ... D:
Dad: ... -shakes head-

And so, Rachel has failed once again to convince her dad to let her get contacts. D: He said once I'm eighteen and don't need parental permission, I'm technically allowed to, but then I have to pay for them myself. D:




We got our Japanese midterm test marks today. I would've gotten perfect EXCEPT FOR THAT ONE SINGLE MARK OFF FOR A TRANSLATION MISTAKE WHICH GAVE ME 98% INSTEAD OF 100% BECAUSE IT WAS OUT OF 50 ALSJDLFJASLDJFLAKSDJFL ARGHHHHHHHH

Also, we had an oral test today. I failed the phone number question.

Teacher: What's your phone number?
Me: Uhh uhh uhh (making up random stuff) four one six, uhhh, four five ten - OH WAIT NO NOT TEN AHHH PANIC D8

Also:

(Vienna's turn)
Teacher: What's your phone number?
Vienna: One one one, one one one, one one one one. :D
(Ursula's turn, right after)
Teacher: What's your phone number?
Ursula: Two two two, two two two, two two two two :D
Teacher: |D
(Abigail's turn, right after that)
Teacher: What's your phone number?
Abigail: Three three three, three three three, three three three three 8D
(The four of us start laughing as the teacher looks something like "okay what is this xD")

My row buddies in Jap class are awesome. xD

We wanted someone to do seven, because seven in Japanese is "nana", so it would effectively be "nananananananonananananananonananananananana" (the "no" is there in place of a dash, by the way c:). Unfortunately, I already did my test before we hatched up this plan, so. xD






MATH TEST SOLO ENGLISH PROJ FALLACIES TEST COMM TECH VIDEO PROJ ADVOCACY POSTER SPAZ SPAZ SPAZ SPAZ SPAZ ALSJDFLASJDFLALSJDFLASJDF

When I should be studying.

As usual, neh.

... I kind of miss CSI Miami. xD OMG EMILY PROCTER AND EVA LARUE ♥

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After buying a pair of Aviators, I used them frequently in a distinctively David Caruso-esque fashion, with varying levels of success. My moment finally came, when, after a remodelling of our school, everyone was confused as to where the different blocks were, and I heard this golden exchange from a (really, really pretty) girl I sit with in the library:

Girl I Have A Major Crush On: I just don't know where any of my classes are any more. I don't know where G-block is, and that's my next lesson!

Me: (Whips out sunglasses) Looks like this is one more G-Spot... (Puts on sunglasses, stares into middle distance) ...that people are having trouble finding. YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH

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During one of this troper's school plays last year, towards the end of the show, one of the characters said "Looks like once again, Smolder couldn't finish what he started." Cutting her off before she could finish the line, one of the technical crew—from the very back of the theater—calls out "That's what she said!" Cue the entire theater, all the actors offstage, and the actors ON stage laughing uproarously for at least five minutes.

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Just last week he was gushing over an introduction paragraph someone had written for an essay. This teacher has a very specific format he likes us to use: starting with a broad idea and narrowing it down to the specific point(s) of the essay. One of the more...special...people in another class has named this diagram "The Underpants Diagram", because, well, that's how it tends to look when he diagrams it on the board. So, when said teacher was talking about this introduction paragraph, he said (rather loudly and with much random emphasis) "It's PERFECT! It starts up at the band, and goes down to the crotch! [Student], YOUR UNDERPANTS ARE PERFECT!!!" Did I mention the walls of our school are very thin, so everyone in the adjoining classroom likely heard all of this?

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Me: Hey, change to metal or something.
Brother: * ignores*
Me: Geez, people would think you're girlier than I am.
Brother: Oh yeah? Well, you're manlier than I am — WAIT A MINUTE.

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This Troper had an English class where we had to read Moby Dick. Once the announcement had been made that this was the book for the unit, our teacher decided to lampshade the joke. However, we had a rather terrible ditz—about as smart as a box of rocks.
Teacher: All right, let's get this out of the way right now. Let's aaaaall laugh at it—Moby /Dick./ Ha ha.
Class: Heheh. Heh. Heh.
Ditz: I don't get it. What's so funny about Moby Dick?
Class: ...

This situation however became utterly hilarous and left the class unable to breathe once This Troper suddenly shouted at the top of his lungs—

This Troper: HA HA! He said MOBY!!

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This troper bore witness to one on the way home from school. We were talking about geography for some reason, and one of us mentioned latitude and longitude. Connor's response? "What have they got to do with geography?" Blank stares. "Aren't they those things in caves?"

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This Troper was sitting with a friend of hers at lunch in college. She doesn't remember what her friend was saying, but her eyes were wandering. She doesn't know why, but they fixed on this one guy about 3~5 tables over. She watched as he lifted his glass of Iced Tea to his lips...only to have the bottom of the glass fall off. No forewarning, just tea all over his tray and a nice round piece of glass sitting on top of his food. Yeah, everyone who noticed what happened were gripping the table to stop from ROFLMAO'ing.

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This Troper got her own CMoF in her AP English Language Class. We'd gotten some stupid assignment that included, "Write a contrasting clause sentence using a semi-colon." She had been rather punchy the night before and wrote the first thing that came to her head down. Homework tended to be reviewed by going around the class one at a time in order with the questions in order. After the first two homework questions, she did a quick count and realized that she was going to be called on for the semicolon question. When she realized this, she sat and grinned. When the time came, she uttered the phrase, "Kids in the back seat cause accidents; accidents in the back seat cause...kids." The teacher just sat there with an unbelieving look on his face, the arc of students closest to her cracked up immediately. One beat later, the next arc of students out cracked up, one beat later, the next, etc. until the girl in the opposite corner of the room was having it explained to her as the rest of the laughter died away.

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In science class, the teacher says the long name of some chemical and a girl goes, "That's a mouthful." Of course, the guy next to her can't resist saying, "I'm a mouthful." Right in front of the teacher.

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My friend announces the, well, morning announcements at school every morning. During Black History Month, after the normal announcements were over, he would talk briefly about a famous African-American person. One day, as he was talking about one of them, he mentioned that she was forced to work in a brothel when she was young. He said, in front of the entire school, this: "Wow, I wish I worked in a brothel!" And with that, the announcements went off. The girl doing the announcements with him asked him if he knew what a brothel was. He admitted that he didn't. She replied, "Well, you just told the entire school that you want to work in a whorehouse."

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Teacher: And the layer below the cornified layer is the granu-
PA system: * makes a tune to signify beginning of announcement* Boys basketball practices have been cancelled this Thursday due to bad weather.
Teacher: (thinking it's over) As I was saying, the granu-
PA system: I repeat, boys basket ball practices have been cancelled this Thursday.
Teacher: (Beat) Again, the granu-
PA system: Scrabble club meetings will be moved to the assembly hall until further notice. I repeat, scrabble club meetings will be moved to the assembly hall.
Teacher: * stays quiet and stares at the PA system annoyedly*
PA system: ... * makes tune to signify the announcement is over*
Teacher: (Beat) Finally. Now, as I was saying, the layer below is the granular layer, which-
PA system: * makes a tune to signify beginning of another announcement*
Teacher: ... * puts head in her hands while the students burst out laughing*

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... I should get a hobby.

Dear Rachel.

YOU FUCKING MORON.

DIDN'T STOP TO THINK, DID YOU. DIDN'T STOP TO RATIONALIZE, DID YOU. NOOO, YOU JUST HAD TO GO AHEAD AND DO THAT. COULDN'T HELP YOURSELF, COULD YOU. FUCK YOUR LAME EXCUSES.

HOPE YOU'RE FUCKING HAPPY NOW, YOU DUNCE.

















This morning, I nearly threw up. Then I tried dancing while practising Lullaby of Broadway. Failed epically. Ran out of breath. Missed a looooot of notes.

Reminder: find Johnson Monday morning about Comm Tech quiz. Oh, and study.

Math test next Wednesday. ALSDJFLKASDKLFDSLJ FUCK.

... I just realised that I'll be at the charity concert thing the evening before. FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK

... I certainly am swearing a lot today. I was swearing under my breath all Comm Tech class. I have no idea why.

Like Fandi, Rachel has come to the realisation that many of her sentences begin with "I". This is not a particularly good thing.

Not like speaking in third person could help that, anyway. Then they'd all start with "Rachel" and it would be even worse.

When I stepped off the bus today, I got a blasting faceful of freezing wind. I'm still sniffling. This isn't good for my health.

Today, I discovered that my vocal range had increased from about 2 years ago. This is worthy of a celebration. c:










I'm perfectly fine. I'm perfectly fine. I'm perfectly fine.

No I'm not.

I'm fine.

No. I. Am. Fucking. Not.

Perhaps I am. I am good now.

Am I really?

Yes.

No.

Yes I am.

Of course not.

Shut up. I am.





DEFYING GRAVITY. ♥

A message.

Shandershon, if you're currently reading this, then Rachel is not judging you anymore. c:

If you aren't, then Rachel shall CONTINUE TO JUDGE YOU. (See, it even needs a capsrape.)

NO YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKEEEE
WELCOME TO MY LIFE.

... Why am I so stuck on that song right now? I'm feeling perfectly fine. More than fine, actually. o:

My hair is tied up in a ponytail at the moment. Ahh, nostalgia. :D






MATH ALSDJFLKAJSDLKFJLAKJSDF

Excuses.

Pretty much the only reason I'm blogging right now is because I want to get that other stupid, depressed-like, self-centered thing off the top of my archives. It's not pretty.

... Except today I don't have much to write.

We painted a poster for Holiday Serenade in Vocals today. I got paint on my arm. I still haven't washed it off.

I probably appeared very high-strung during first period. Apologies for that, to whomever it may concern (probably none of you reading this).

Holiday Serenade. ♥

... I hope this year's concert will be more cheerful than the last. I still remember what happened last year. It wasn't very happy at all.

Okay Rachel you said no more depressing stuff WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU

June seventeenth. WHY DO I STILL REMEMBER THAT WTF

This post is probably becoming extremely ambiguous.

... But then again, it probably will be happier this year. This is a good thing. ♥

Oh, and.

I forgot to add "rather self-centered" to that list of traits down there.

Self-demonstrating post.








QED.







Ew math.

I finished my math homework at lunch today. Just barely made it. :D







My hair is still wet.





I think Vocals/choir/Vocal Fusion is helpful. Now everyday I dance and sing around our kitchen before dinner and nobody cares. c:

360th post.

Shall be written at 8:06 AM.

This morning, I had a thought.

Who thinks Rachel is socially retarded?










All of your hands should be up, by the way.






I wondered, if I was a character in a roleplay, what would my character page look like.

Let's see.

I'm slow.

I'm a bit stupid.

I can be tactless.

I can be loud.

When I'm not loud, I'm painfully shy.

Sometimes I'm both at the same time. (Don't ask how that works, it just does.)

I'm lazy.

I'm weird.

I prefer reading Charles Dickens in the morning as opposed to socialising.

Now, before this post succumbs to my self-deprecation, I suppose I should stick some good things on here too.

Uhhm.

I'm a decent singer?

I have been told that I am funny.

I don't hate people easily.

I have a decent vocabulary.

I'm inclined towards introversion.

I'm not very subtle.

I'm distractable.

I can be stupidly forgetful.

I can be stupidly clumsy.

I may or may not have health problems, particularly in regards to my stomach.

I dislike math. A lot.

Music is easily my favourite subject. English comes second.

I actually don't have that many friends. Most of the people I know are simply people who I say "hi" to on a regular basis, and no more.

If I don't even see them on a regular basis, it's hard to keep up the relationship.

Usually I simply lose contact with them.

I'm a terrible conversationalist.

I believe this entry has basically degenerated into a list of random traits of mine.

"Social networking sites have been a thriving home for introverts in the 21st century, where introverts are free from the formalities of social conduct and may become more comfortable blogging about personal feelings they would not otherwise disclose."

Hrm.









... Blogger's autosave is failing. Fail, autosave, fail.

... Well this isn't good.

So today, I was working on my self-insert fic because I was bored, and then I was wondering how people would react if I actually posted it somewhere for public viewing. (It probably wouldn't go over well, to say the least. xD)

And then I wondered if my self-insert character was a blatant enough Mary Sue, so I skipped on over to the lovely and ever-informative TV Tropes and looked at their list of Common Mary Sue Traits.

The first one: "What personality? In these cases, it's fairly blatant the author is just writing the character for amazing stuff to happen to instead of a character that actually exists as a person. Obviously, this is only a Mary Sue trait if what happens gives the character special powers, fantastic romances, or somehow lets her be a big damned heroine; otherwise it's just another faceless first-person perspective."

And then I was like, "Okay good, so my self-insert character does fit the bill." And then: "Wait... what? But if this character is almost exactly based on myself, and has no personality..."

Yeahh.





Practised Lullaby of Broadway just now. ♥ Need to learn how to sing in tune while dancing like a maniac all over the place.

Oh, I tried lyrical dancing in Comm Tech today, when Angie (not Tangerine) started complaining to me about how she can't dance. Then I got stuck on "milkman's on his way." The best I could do was simulate carrying a giant crate of milk bottles and putting down bottles on people's doorsteps. :c

Milkmen (milkpeople?) are a really old concept, I just realised. Nowadays people just get their milk in bags at the grocery store.

Apparently Americans find it weird that Canadians (well, some of us anyway) get their milk in bags. I'm just like, "You Americans don't have milk bags?? Butbutbut... isn't that normal? o_o"

Yeahh. Culture differences ftw. Even if it's just a minor one. xD

Sarah killed my hand over the span of a good half-an-hour this lunch. And she kept slapping my leg, I was literally limping by the time I got up to go to Comm Tech. .___. THANK YOUUUU SARAH.

It's going to rain again tomorrow. >:/

... Sometimes I think that I should be liking the rain, it being my namesake and all, but in actuality... not really. :/

DON'T GET AROUND MUUUCH ANYMOREEEE. ♥

I wish the grade tens (NOT TENERS >:o) had that as an option. Tanyerson told me that last year, when we were in grade nine, it was a grade ten solo, and this year, when we're in grade ten - GUESS WHAT - it's a niner solo. RAAAAGE. >:/

Today, the topic of Yuedi came up again. Sarah was talking about how her face was turning green a long time ago. And then the topic went to makeup. I tried doing my math homework. I was somewhat successful in that endeavour.

DAAAARLING I GUESS~ MY MIIIIND'S MORE AT EASEEEE~ BUT NEEEEEVERTHELESS~ SOMETHING SOMETHING SOMETHING I DON'T HAVE THE LYRICS BEEN INVITED ON DATES. (doo doo doo doo doo) ♥

I'm so lame.



PS. Jackie Evancho. Search her up on Youtube. Be in shock.

Homophones.

I am such a vocalist. Whenever someone calls me a "tener" (as in, grade ten), I keep thinking they're in fact calling me a "tenor" (as in, the vocal range). And then I get confused.

Also on a vocal-related note (DAHAHA I MADE A PUN /brick'd), yesterday I was thinking about how the niners (see, that one actually works >:o Who says "teners", really?) are doing Disney musical theatre for their last solos (well, most of the songs are Disney songs anyway). So last night I skipped my merry way over to Youtube and was going on a Disney song binge and listening to all those old favourites that I karaoke'd to when I was small and it made me feel like an eight-year-old again. ♥

Which reminded me that I'm nearly sixteen and I'm growing older everyday. And my childhood is pretty much over now.

For some reason, this makes me sad beyond comprehension. ;-;

Sometimes I just want to be a little kid again and belt out the "BONJOUR" song at the top of my lungs and dance around like an idiot and not care about what anyone else thinks.

And not worry about school or marks or university or future or driving or crushes or public image and pretty much the only terrible thing in your life at the moment is that your best friend isn't speaking to you for about 24 hours and then you'll all laugh about it the next day and everything will be okay and life is awesome and nothing can ever go wrong in your life for ever and ever and ever and ever and always and you'll all live happily ever after like in those Disney movies you always used to watch over and over again without ever getting bored.

I want to be a little kid again.

Even if it's just for one day.

Gibberish.

asdjlfkjsd.

oweilsaklsdmlakjsdf.

laskdlka asldjf oiwwlkjwe asldi lsdk k sa djf lkjdflaoie.

alsj.

as.

pwmmvoa, qplajdflaskd.






As you can see, I have nothing urgent to deal with, so I'm keyboard-smashing-ifying my blog again.

I have no Thought of the Day today.

Yet.

Going to my aunt's house for dinner tonight.

The dude left. I got my bed back. :D

A wavin' flag.

I.

Am.

So.

Bored.

And apparently my only outlet for my boredom is to type random things on my blog. Mostly complain about how bored I am.

... I feel like playing Zoo Tycoon 2 again.

What would happen if I put a bunch of animals in one exhibit and name them after real life people and let them do their own thing and see how they pair up?

... I actually want to try that now.

Whereeeee is my Zoo Tycoon 2.

... Wait but then that means I need an even number of guys and girls.

Girls are easy. Me, Mich, Fanderson, Shandershon, Sarserson, Tangie, Van, Andrea, Joannerface, Divya, Jenn, and tons of classmates and old friends.

Guys are harder. Lauckerface, Richerface, Jacob, Callum, Josh, Tony, Dennis, Bobby, and maybe I'll just have to degenerate into random people if I need to.

These are gonna be some seriously cracked pairings.

I will laugh if animal!Tony and animal!Fanderson end up together. DON'T SHOOT ME PLEASE HOMOCIDE IS BAD

... If only I could find the disc.





getting bored post terminating now

Coffee. ♥

Jacob says (11:04 PM):
screw people.

Jacob says (11:04 PM):
who needs em

Rαcн says (11:04 PM):
inorite

Jacob says (11:04 PM):
as long as you have three things

Jacob says (11:04 PM):
1.coffee

Jacob says (11:04 PM):
2.cyanide & happiness

Jacob says (11:05 PM):
3.death cab for cutie.

Jacob says (11:05 PM):
myabe that's just me

Rαcн says (11:05 PM):
omg coffee.

Rαcн says (11:05 PM):
no, it's me too

Rαcн says (11:05 PM):
but only with lots of sugar.

Jacob says (11:07 PM):
lol sugar

Jacob says (11:07 PM):
i get doubledoubles c:

Rαcн says (11:07 PM):
inorite =D

Rαcн says (11:07 PM):
the best <3

Rαcн says (11:08 PM):
doubletriples are also good.

Rαcн says (11:08 PM):
except probably not for my health.

Jacob says (11:08 PM):
...?

Rαcн says (11:08 PM):
ehh

Jacob says (11:09 PM):
IS THAT STILL EVEN COFFEE?

Rαcн says (11:09 PM):
my dad always orders it cream first, then sugar

Rαcн says (11:09 PM):
LOOOL

Rαcн says (11:09 PM):
YES IT IS

Rαcн says (11:09 PM):
WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT

Andddd again.

I reminded myself to do something during dinner today, and then I forgot. :/

Facepalm.

Headdesk.

Head...wall?

Boom.

I'm so bored. >:/

I finished my math homework during lunch today.

While Fandi was trying to yell at people in the stairwell without actually yelling at them due to Vow of Silence.

Also, today I discovered that I actually have no text messaging plan.

Therefore, all my texts have and will cost money until my dad changes it.

Oops.




Something doesn't seem right here.




Tony, please refrain from internet stalking me kthx. o_O




I'm tired.

Japanese midterm exam tomorrow.

Bluh.

:/

Should I study?

Don't want to.

Too lazy to even make a full sentence.

I'm tired.

Tiredddd.

t

irrr

eeeeedd

...

I don't even know what I'm doing anymore.

People probably think I'm a bit mentally unstable at the moment.

(I'm not, by the way.)

Ughhhhh.




Today I looked at the sky. It was cloudy. I thought of the Cloud card. Then I mentally headdesked.

Oh dear.

Today, Sean informed me that I have most certainly not heard him at his loudest yet.

Perhaps it was because I was sitting right behind the drumset, but somehow, this concerns me.

Sarah killed my finger today. She was using my hand as a stress reliever in response to her actually-kind-of-bad Science project mark. Oh, and Bryan also stole her pencil case. Life is just an endless chain of tragic events, isn't it.

Today, I yelled at someone in English class in a fake English accent because my character in the play we were reenacting was the only one with an accent. It didn't even specify the accent, except that the dude was European. And English is pretty much the only one I know how to do. |D (I would've tried Scottish, but that one's a lot harder to get right.)

It was cold today.

Vocal Fusion practised choreography today. THIS WILL BE. AAAAN EVERLASTIN' LO-OVE.

Also, a pattern is arising: every time we practise the choreography for Don't Stop Believin', Rachel is guaranteed to get lost at some point and crash into somebody when running around like an idiot.

YOU JUST GOTTA IGNIIIIITE THE LIGHHHHHT, AND LEEEEET IT SHIIIIIINE ♥

Forsrs, I need to find sheet music for that. This is proving to be quite difficult. :c

English class.

Logical fallacies.

"Man is logical.
A woman is not a man.
Therefore, women are not logical."

Mitchell: ... I actually think there's some truth to that.
Me & Dana: >:O OH NO YOU DI'NT.

WE ALL SHARE A BRAIN.

You know it's true. Don't judge.






I'm a Global Moderator now. Not sure if this is a cause for celebration or for a healthy dose of FFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUU, particularly because I pretty much failed that math quiz and I should really start working harder. ._.





Sarah's phone is apparently pretty bad. I have to shout into it to be heard. In Mando again. :c

Last period gifted Science dissected worms today. Sarah offered handshakes to everyone who struck up a conversation. She claimed she couldn't see the testes and ovaries of the worm, and also they accidentally cut its heart open. I am so looking forward to Science next sem.

Who has a Sweeney Todd DVD? Best movie to watch at like 2 in the morning at a sleepover, y/y?

Jacob got mad at me because I don't watch Glee. But then he had to walk to Bernard terminal in the rain after that, so karma I guess?

Stalked Rockin' Raiders today (nearly typed "Radars" there). Sitting behind the drumset while Sean was playing was not a good idea.

Also: Hojan and wooden thingy. That is all. :D

Maybe.

Maybe we're just all sped.

:D

Ughhh bluh bluh bluh.

^ I do that when I run out of inspiration.

People have told me that I use big words a lot. I don't notice these things anymore.

I seem to have become the kind of person who's very stingy with words, and thus is terrible at describing things because many of the words that run through my head aren't exactly right.

This may or may not be a problem.

How do I get inspired?

Stringing together words is harder than stringing together Christmas lights around a scraggly tree.

This is why the fake ones are better.

They conserve precious resources too.

What exactly is my outlet?

I would say writing, but then I realise that most of the time, I'm complaining about how my muse is running dry.

Complain complain complain.

I actually don't like rain so much.

It smells too wet, and it feels like something unpleasant sploshing down on the earth. The squishing noises under my shoes are too loud.

But then again, if you want to see the rainbow, you gotta put up with the rain.

Rainbows are pretty.

So are sunsets.

The sky is a canvas. Not our canvas; we're small. We're tiny. We're insignificant. Say what you will, but the depths of space are waaaay beyond our reach. Shoot for the stars, and you'll incinerate yourselves.

I should play a tune.

What's it like having a sibling, I wonder?

Is it nice? Annoying? Satisfying? Rewarding? Endlessly irksome to the point where a solid, sharp knife to the head would be appeasing to one's sanity?

How morbid. I wouldn't say yes to a sibling after that.

Words are plain.

Simply combinations of letters.

Why is "combinations" not a word, spellcheck? You would deserve a swift, well-placed kick to the shin, if you were anthropomorphised enough to have shins.

What is beyond the rainbow?

Are there treasures to be found there?

Or merely bluebirds?

Words are like Christmas lights.

If strung correctly, they can embellish even the most bedraggled and unappealing of trees.

If not, they're dangerous.

Poorly strung words may constitute much criticism and possibly humiliation.

Poorly strung lights may constitute much electricity and possibly death.

... But then again, flying beyond the rainbow may not be such a bad idea.

Hrm.

I linked to my blog via Facebook, albeit very discreetly. Don't think this is such a good idea, considering the crazy stuff I write on here... |D

Been trying to do math homework for the past two hours. I got through two questions due to being constantly distracted. >>

Going to stalk buskers tomorrow. :D

JUUUUST THE WAAAAY YOU AREEEE. ♥

sunday.

LOL VAUGHN MADE A CAMEO IN A POKEYMANS ROLEPLAY

I am so slick. :D

The eye doctor called yesterday, saying I have an appointment next Thursday. Cue Rachel going all "NO WTF CANNOT MISS PRACTICE AS;DLFJALSDJF;ALSKDJFAL;KSD" and panicking to dad. Then dad agreed to change to date of the appointment and Rachel is happy again. c:

Being a mod is slightly stressful. Being an active mod and keeping up with your own character's threads is killer. :c

Perhaps I should stop making threads for my own character. I already have like three. Plus all my mod threads. BRB GOING TO DIE UNDER PRESSURE

I don't think this is quite good for my health. |D

Occasionally, when I take a break from the computer, I take off my glasses and put on loud music and dance around my room. No, you cannot see me when I am in this mode. c:

Waz: Just makin' my rounds of posting. Then I'm probably going to eat and sleep. AT THE SAME TIME jk

Half our mods are dying. The other admin also seems to be dying. This is a problem. @_@

BABY YOU'RE A FIIIIIREWORKKKKK

Can anybody find me sheet music for that song? With the lyrics and everything? I want to consider doing it for my last solo for Vocals, but I need sheet music so Ms. C can have something to mark off of... D:

If not, I'll just do Defying Gravity. Pretty sure Ms. C herself has music for that. c:

Autosave is failing. FAIL INTERNET FAIL.

RACHEL IS SICK AND NEEDS TO PRACTISE FOR VOCAL FUSION LIKE REALLY ALSDKJF'LASDKJF'ASDKJF'ALSKDJF;LSKJF;ASDKLJFA;DS;FJALSDKJFA;LSDJF;DALSJF;LA

D:<





BOOM BOOM BOOM.

A few thoughts.

Facebook is actually quite informative.

Yesterday was a PA day. Thursday I did something slightly stupid, but it's okay. ♥

Congratulations Lauckerface~ ♥ xD
We should have a Meet-The-Big-Sis-Doom-Time sometime y/y 8)

Sleepover is at Van's house this year. Shoppinggg ♥
Will take lots of pictures and videos. BE PREPAAAAARED /lion king

I have a slightly sore dead throat. Perhaps singing practice is not the best course of action to take atm. o.o

I update my blog really frequently nowadays. Perhaps this is a good thing. Who even checks up regularly on this old thing, anyway? It's already over two years old.

WAZ I'M TOO LAZY TO DRIVE DON'T JUDGE ME >:c

I wonder when I should start telling people.

... perhaps not now. Perhaps later.

♥




(... LOL MYSTERIOUS)

No, seriously.

Sometimes Blue hated things. Sometimes he hated everything, absolutely everything, from his annoying boxmates, to their cramped plastic home, to the paper he smushed his head against on a daily basis, to his entire damn existence. It put him in a very foul mood, and the fact that it was presently nearing one in the afternoon certainly did not help.

He was dwelling in this sour state of hate when Corn Flower nudged him from behind. "Blue!" she chirped in her usual, irritatingly sing-song voice. "Guess what!"

"I can't imagine." Blue leaned as far away from his cousin as their current cardboard abode would allow him. He always hated being squished in the corners; it gave one much less space to escape from any possibility of social interaction.

Corn Flower didn't seem to mind his less-than-friendly reply. "It's one o' clock!" she informed him brightly, practically wriggling on the spot in delight.

"I've noticed," Blue said drily. "Would you like to explain why you're acting like you're in an excessive amount of pleasure?"

She didn't pick up on the innuendo, which didn't surprise him, considering she was one of the slowest crayons in the box, apart from the champion dimwit that was Peach. "Because that means it's colouring time soon!" she sang happily, now accidentally kicking Blue with her stubby base in her excitement.

He rolled his eyes. "Oh, joy."

A deep chuckle sounded from somewhere behind him. "Why so mad, Blue?" Sea Green asked in his low, rumbling voice, even though Blue was pretty sure that Sea Green knew exactly why. The green crayon confirmed his suspicions mere seconds later: "Being coloured with can't be all that bad."

"Easy for you to say," Blue snapped back grumpily. "They don't even use you for water, even when it's in your name. Lump the whole job on me, why don't you."

"Aww, come on." The pacifying tone in Sea Green's voice was quite possibly even more irritating than his consolations. "You don't need to feel blue to be Blue, you know. Heh..."

Blue tossed an expression of disbelief over at the other crayon. "Honestly, you make the worst puns in the world, I swear."

"Hey, Pink likes them," Sea Green said a little defensively.

"Pink's your girlfriend. She's supposed to suck up to you like that."

"Suck up? No, that's not—" he stopped mid-sentence and sighed when Blue turned resolutely back around, clearly not listening, returning to his usual pessimistic brooding. There was an uncomfortable silence as Sea Green wracked his brains for something to help cheer his boxmate up, but again, just like the last fifty-or-so times Blue lapsed into his bad mood, he found no satisfactory solution.

"I think he needs to get laid," Corn Flower observed helpfully in the silence. Sea Green stifled a laugh.

"I can hear you, you know."







A/N: Yes, I am writing a story about talking crayons. I'm really bored, as you can see. xD

Arghhh.

Today, I died during Vocal Fusion practice. Note to self: make sure your throat is not dry right before practising a solo, or else you will fail. So. Hard.

Sarah: Hey Rachel, how long has it been since you liked somebody?
Me: ... Now?
Sarah: ...
Me: ...
Sarah: Seriously? I mean, since when?
Me: c:

Or something or other. LOL SUSPENSEFUL BUILDUP

Also: Fandi, you said you were going to stalk me to figure out who the person I've been hinting to on my blog was. I'm presuming you still don't know because you're not mercilessly teasing me about it. |D

Also: Remembrance Day today. Lest we forget.








Apparently Callum got like 4 volunteer hours doing stuff at some other school while ditching his actual school. GOOD JOB CALLUM.

Also: Sorry Shandershon for ditching you today. My aunt picked me up, and evidently couldn't figure out where the main entrance of the school was, and so I gave her (very loud because apparently she couldn't hear me unless I shouted) directions to the main parking lot in Manglish (half Mandarin, half English, for all you slow-to-catch-on people) while Jacob was trying to take pictures of the sunset. (I accidentally appeared in one as a blur. DELETE THAT JACOB PLZ) Also, he looked at me funny while I was talking in Mandarin. Must find out if he could understand me or not. o_O

Jason, you stole my earphones. BAD BOY. :c

Also: how'd busking auditions go? Lauckerface don't shoot me for not auditioning plz homocide is bad. :c And you too Fanderson.

Today, a teacher came up to us while we were doing work/studying in our usual stairwell, and he sort of gave us the evil eye a little lecture about how we're not supposed to eat in the stairwells and we should get rid of the evidence (i.e. plate and milk carton and fry box thingy) before we got into trouble and he got into trouble for not hauling us to the office or something.

Jazz choir is awesome. After Vocal Fusion today, Matthew suggested to Ms. C that they kick out Tanya and put in Wendy, because Tanya hadn't been attending practices. Then Ms. C explained to him how last week her brace thingy broke in her mouth and today she was sick and it's not exactly her fault. Matthew backed off after that. :P

Sarah tried sneaking out of Vocal Fusion today in the middle of practice (apparently for shopping o_O). Unsurprisingly, Ms. C caught her and called her out for attempting to skip and not telling her and now they are supposedly having "a talk" next week, in which Ms. C may or may not boot Sarah out. Onoes. D:

The lullaby of Broaaadway. ♥

I'm tired. My throat still feels dry. ._. Shandershon, remind me never to drink your waterbottles before singing, it kind of sucks for the tone quality and projection and actually hitting the notes. Now I feel all embarrassed, and also I have no idea how to get past a crowd of moving people to get to the front to do a solo without crashing into anybody and ruining the whole thing. For the time being, I'm just going around. D:

Midterms today. Average 90.25%. HEY IT IS STILL ABOVE 90% THAT IS A GOOD THING

Breakdown:
Vocals - 98% (NO MY PRECIOUS 99% AVERAGE ALKSDJFLASDJFLKAJ)
Math - 86% (x_____o)
English - 89% (better than I expected :D)
Comm Tech - 88% (because I got near perfect on my logbook cover but bombed the audio project. D: Graphic design is closer to my forte.)

... Am I too brash? Sometimes I think I get in other people's way too often.

Long post for once that is not about fictional obsessions. Accomplishment. :D

Tried practising for solo again. Still sucks. Need water.

Step one step two step three repeat ♥

Ugh, three modding posts to reply to. Can I just skip today and say I was busy? No muse atm. x__o

xDDD

It's things like this that make me want to get a job. xDD

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(I am Filipino, but people often mistake me for Chinese due to my pale skin. Another Filipino co-worker comes in while I am working with a customer. We exchange greetings in Tagalog, a Filipino language with some Spanish influences.)

Customer: “Say that again. That thing you said to that other guy.”

Me: “Kumusta?”

Customer: “‘Cómo está’. That’s Spanish! What does a Chinese dude need to know Spanish for?”

Me: “Actually, I–”

Customer: “Say something else in Spanish!”

Me: “Sir, I don’t speak Spanish very well.”

Customer: “Come on! Say something!”

Me: “Vamanos?”

Customer: “Wow! Hey, do you speak Chinese?”

Me: “Sorry, no.”

Customer: “Come on now! You must know some Chinese!”

Me: “Uh… I don’t know… ‘Ni hao’?”

Customer: “Now say something in Japanese!”

Me: “Sir?”

Customer: “Japanese!”

Me: “Arigato?”

Customer: “Now do Russian!”

Me: “Vodka?”

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Me: “Welcome to [Fast-Food Restaurant], how may I help you?”

Customer: “I’ll take a number 1, 5, and 12.”

Me: “Alright, that’ll be $12.09.”

Customer: “Woohoo!”

(The customer drives to the window.)

Me: “That’s $12.09.”

Customer: “Woohoo!”

*pause*

Me: “$12.09.”

Customer: “Woohoo!”

Me: “12.”

Customer: “Woo!”

Me: “09.”

Customer: “Hoo!”

Me: “12.09″

Customer: “Woohoo!”

Me: “…09.12″

Customer: “Hoowoo!”

Me: “90.21″

Customer: “Ooh-oow!”

Me: “Well played, sir.”

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(I’m shoe shopping, and I’ve taken off my own shoes to try on some other pairs. Another customer is browsing in the same aisle; she looks at my shoes and starts to try them on.)

Me: “Excuse me? Those are mine.”

Customer: “No, they’re not. I saw them first.”

Me: “No, I mean, I bought them a while ago. See, they don’t have price tags on them.”

(Ignoring me, she takes off my shoes, and calls over an employee.)

Customer: “Do you have these in size seven?”

Employee: “I’ve never seen these before. Do you have the box they were in?”

Me: “That’s because they’re mine. They’re not from here.”

Customer: *rolls eyes* “She keeps saying that, but I saw them first.”

Employee: “Uh, ma’am, she’s right. These are from [another shoe store].”

Customer: “Oh. Well, can I buy them here?”

Employee: *gives me back my shoes* “Sorry, no.”

Customer: “Well, if that’s how you treat your customers here, I’m leaving!”

(As she walks out, she stops to check out my bag on the floor.)

Me: “That’s mine, too.”

And this is why choir is awesome.

Ms. C: (singing along with us to You Raise Me Up) And when you come, and I am filled with huuuunger...
Everyone: Hunger? Wonder! xD
Ms. C: o.o? OH, you're right!

Sarah: Ew, it's only quarter after? I wanna go hooome, I'm hungry!
Me: :c
Sarah: Rachel, can I eat you?
Me: ... no?
Sarah: :c
Me: But I'm not dressed as a strawberry today. D< -realises she's wearing pink- ... oh wait.
Sarah: xDD NOM! ... Okay, I actually ate some of your hair.
Me: o_O;;

Announcement: Mr. Henry, you are needed in the main office, you were unfortunately dismissed too early.

(the guys are standing on chairs in the back row, and Ms. C goes there while we're singing You Raise Me Up)
Ms. C: -peeks out between Jason and Josh-
Surrounding people (including me): o_O;;
Random person: Ms. C, I never knew you were such a creeper. xD
Ms. C: -practically screaming- YOU RAISE ME UPPPP!
Dana: WTF o.o
Jason: -falls off chair-

You had to be there. xDD







PS: Here, my character holds the distinction of being the last in the character list when organised alphabetically. (Her surname happens to be Xiao. Yes, she's Asian. xD I seem to have a thing for Asian characters don't I? Blatant case of Write What You Know except that I don't actually know how to write Chinese. Shuup, it's better than nothing. :P)

Also: SHAMELESS ADVERTISING FOR THE WIN. c:

Laaame.

Today, I realised that I spent 20 minutes figuring out various ensemble placements for fictional characters in a fanfiction.

I should get more productive things to do. Like study for math.

New clothes?

According to Tanyerson, I dressed like a cheese-covered tomato on a blue plate today.

Yesterday, I was a strawberry. Neapolitan ice cream with Sarah's brown sweater/coat thing.

Sarah: OM NOM NOM.
Me: Cannibalism is bad, Sarah.
Jacob: But strawberry-flavoured cannibalism is good.
Me: :c

AIEYHH.

♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

Well, this is convenient.

I think I pulled a muscle or something, but now I can't hold a pencil (or chopsticks, or anything that requires touching to the inside of my thumb) without it feeling like I have a really bad paper cut there. I can't even fold my thumb down without it hurting (which means that now, my typing is very stiff. This feels weird.)

Is it because I complained too much about that manga project? Or am I just overworking my thumb? Damnit, hope it heals by tomorrow, Vocal Fusion is already eating up my time as it is. :c



Also: cutest thing everrr. ♥ ♥ ♥

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Fucking drawing. Fucking Comm Tech. Fucking group members who don't do anything. Fucking Anonymous who keeps spamming my inbox with irrelevant blog comments that don't even show up.

As you can tell, I'm in an extremely bad mood today. If I don't finish drawing for that Japanese project, the rest of my group is going to get mad at me because they can't do anything until I'm done my part(s). We had nothing to do in Comm Tech, but Johnson was explaining how to set up tripods and safety rules and stuff. The girl self-appointed as "cameraman" (I don't give a fuck about gender discrepancies, girl-who-keeps-annoyingly-insisting-on-being-called-camerawoman) was chatting on Hotmail. Watch her not know how to do anything, and then ask me, who was paying attention, and then I will have to somehow help her with the camera and be the lone actor in the video at the same time, and if we get a bad mark for bad acting, it will apparently be all my fault despite the fact that it wasn't my fucking fault in the first place.

Oh, and my math average didn't change, and for some reason my throat is dying like I'm sick or something and Vocal Fusion has practice tomorrow and if we do Don't Stop Believin' then me and Jacob and Kyle and Alyssa all have to practise the solos with the choir and I'm going to screw up 'cause I'm getting fucking sick and it will sound horrible and everyone will want to boot me off the solo and replace me with someone awesome like Wendy.

And this random guy keeps calling and asking for my mom, even though I clearly told him to call back this evening and for some reason he thinks "this evening" means five minutes later.

Today is a bad day.

... At least I got to see Ms. Wong today. Grade 8 orientation and Science Olympics. 8)

Influences.

Now whenever I want to italicise something, be it in a Word doc or on here, I use the [i][/i] tags instead of ctrl-i or < i > < /i > (without the spaces). Stupid Proboards.

Writing blatantly Mary-Sue self-inserts are actually kind of fun, in a twisted kind of way. My character is currently on her third E4 battle. The first two lasted about two paragraphs each. I find this rather hilarious. xD

Unproductivity.

I got some of that manga proj done.

Happy Halloween, all. c:

"Most people should not be sure why L is a panda, but many people call him one anyway. And while some just say he has panda eyes, others outright call him a freakin' panda."

Did not go trick-or-treating tonight.

Attempted to write an intentionally Mary-Sue self-insert Pokémon fic. Got scared. o.o

Science.

I was eating some lettuce at dinner today, when I realised I was chewing on millions of cooked little plant cells with little cell walls. For some reason, that made me lose my appetite for lettuce.

In other news, I discovered today that I have to do half our Japanese project by myself. In a group of four people. The project is manga-making, and I have to come up with a story, translate it, and draw and ink the whole thing by myself. In a week. Because apparently the other three need three whole weeks to write out the actual Japanese characters and colour the thing.

>___>

This sucks. Hard.

Solo.

I gots it. :D

Well, one of it. Its. Whatever.

Now all my grandma will be hearing after school every day will be Don't Stop Believin' instrumental blasting in my room. And me karaokeing singing along with it. :D

Getting serious for a moment.

The other day (or last week, I forgot), Fandi asked me who the person I was hinting to on my blog was. I refused to tell her, and then she asked why I would reference him in the first place if I never plan on elaborating on what I'm talking about.

And then I realised that Richard started updating frequently again. (You're back on my Links list, Richerface. Congratulations. c:)

But anyway, I was reading Richard's posts and that one about how having a blog is like having a loud-mouthed friend blare out your thoughts like a foghorn or something or other.

Okay, actual quote (no plagiarism :O) -- "I usually vent to a select few friends that I trust won't spread it around... And having a blog is kind of like having that loudmouthed friend blaring it for everyone to hear...."

Right. So that sorta reminded me of me and Fandi's conversation that other day, and now I feel like elaborating a little (just a little) on that.

I told Fandi already, but I feel like clarifying on here: this blog is actually not for you guys. (Yes, I went there. xD) Hence all the ambiguous posts and references that probably only one or two or even NO people except me would understand. (... Geez, that sounded kinda vain. o.o) But anyway, I was going back through all my old posts from like Grade 8 and I realised that, even though it's been two years, I still know exactly what I was thinking about and who I was talking about at those times (though yes, granted, two years isn't really all that much). I just don't feel like elaborating because this blog is public and if you guys found out what ridiculous things I was thinking, I'd never hear the end of it. So it's for my dignity too. |D

That being said... there are still plenty of times when I'm not being ambiguous and am basically writing down all my thoughts for the whole world to see. This may or may not be a good thing, but I don't know. xD

There's this guy who takes the 81 after school and who looks pretty similar to the Australian cruise ship guy. No, I don't have a crush on him, that's reaaaally awkward, I don't even know him. xD

... Maybe you could tell already, but I've realised that the things I'm willing to admit out loud (or type right upfront, if you want to be all technical) on my blog are the things that I don't take too seriously. So if you're trying to pry ~*~deep dark secrets~*~ or whatever from me, don't be expecting to get them through here. Just sayin'. xD

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"I do not expect that you shall ever read this; however, I do believe it pertinent to spend these final, miserable moments of solitude endeavouring to recall those virtues which, despite having been highly esteemed in the earlier terms of my existence, seemed to have dissipated from my conscience as my vices were manifested in the capacities of my sins."

In other news, I have a math test this week. And my solo. And my English assignment due. (Comm Tech has nothing, thankfully. :D)

ARIRANG. Must practise while doing English. MULTITASKING YES

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I'm slightly worried for Civics/Careers. I have no idea why.







Don't want to do English.





I was a really whiny brat once upon a time.

I think I'm still a whiny brat.

What is this self-deprecating brain vomit.

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Again, my blog has become victim of my keyboard mashing.

... Again.

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Yes, I was actually smashing the keyboard. Don't think that's good for it. Anyway.







Go away, English. Nobody likes you, unless we're roleplaying.

PA DAY

... Why did I type the title in all-caps.

Finished my Tate & Liza app yesterday, got accepted yay :D (Now that I think about it, playing romance with these two at the same time might be a biiiiit awkward. |D)

Nothing to do. Parents at work. Grandma and aunt prolly sleeping. Playing music really loudly at the moment. Oops.

Can't practise for choir/solo. Bluh. :c

Reminder: burn duet instrumental on CD soooon. (Actually, rerecord it first, there's a random break in the middle that's prolly from the computer lagging o_O)

I feel lazy. I don't feel like doing anything. I think I'm done all my math homework.

Ew, English project.

Richerface just messaged me. Apparently he had gotten his G1 a while ago. Good job, Richerface. |D

Bluh bluh I'm bored.

WITH A TASTE OF YOUR LIPS I'M ON A RIIIIDE

/brick'd

Been a long time since I spammed excessive spacing, eh?

... Eh.

Ehhhhh.

:D

I'm bored. Can I talk to someone? :c

Actually no, screw that, talking is troublesome.

wat.

Porridge.

God, that seems so ancient. o.o

Haven't picked up my Sunshine Islands in a while.

Or any Harvest Moon, really.

I do use characters from the series for playbys all the time though. :D

Which, 'course, induces fanart searching.

Yaaay.

Except no excessive fangirling this time.

Yeah, I kinda moved on from that stage.

Partially.

Prolly 'cause ____ is kind of attractive.

And he's real.

So.

xD

Yup.

Stupid celebrities with their pretty hair. :c

I wish my hair could do that.

Well, actually, I think a ponytail suits me better than letting it down. Unless my hair happens to be extra cooperative.

Also: Because Richard showed me just now.

c:

...

Tate and Lizaaaa. ♥

I am not obsessed with those two, what are you talking about?

Fifth period.

Been some time since I wrote a blog entry in class, eh? Well anyway, here I am in Comm Tech, finished my audio production radio project thing (shuup Fanderson, it’s perfectly audible now >:c) and I have no other work to do because I also had a free period earlier in English, and I don’t want to get started on the video thing because I feel lonely. Well, suppose I feel lonely in any case, because everyone else is pretty much working on their audio thing or doing their own business (Shiranka and Kyle are playing on Dreamweaver for some reason o_O) so yeah.

This girl just walked in late. Really late. It’s 2:30 already. D:

But this is actually pretty good, because I made the font in this Word doc like, size 7 Verdana (8.5 is too big LOL) and barely anyone can see what I’m doing. Oh yeah, and Johnson gave us this site that’s not Youtube but it’s like one of those streaming sites for songs, and I can listen to music while I’m doing this, which is pretty good. :D

HEY SOUL SISTER, AIN’T THAT MISTER MISTER ON THE RADIO, STEREO

What a fail, I said “sterio” at first. I don’t like typing on this keyboard, I keep making typos. >:c

What would happen if I don’t correct any typos? Let’s see just how fail I am xD Ready set GO!

Okay, so now that use of the backspae key is strictly forbidden (LOL mistake right there ) (and another one o_O) (fail, Word can auto correct my typos D: THIS SUCKS) (how do you turn autocorrect off anyway?) Okay so yeah. What should I talk about? There isn’t really much to do right now except rant on my blog about how there’s nothing to do. Uhm lessee.

I got back on Facebook. Whoopdeedoo. After abstaining for like, what, a few months? I think more than that ctually, like a year. (Yes, my no-backspace rulei s still in place xD) So I posetd all y pictures of the cruise from August/early september and particularly those adorable dotwl animals (TOWEL animals what the heck i s that xD_) (Wow, no backspace is actually pretty funny when you ame so many tpos) (*Make so many typos) (xDDD)

Right. yesterday was concert choir yay. :D Dana joined choir now for some reason, and now we have Dana, and Sarah switched targets. Now instead of lcinging (*cliging) (*gcling) (*WHAT A FAIL) (*CLIANG) (*how’d I swing that? o.o) (*clinging) (I can’t believe I have to type out each letter slowly and individually in order to spell it right |D) (okay better not start laughing out loud or else this would seem supicious) (*SUSPICIOUS FFFFUUUU)

Where was I. Oh right, okay, so, now instead of CLINGING to me for an hour after school, Sarah now plays with Dana’s hair for an hour and Dana needs to be resuced or all her hair will be gone. (*RESCUED WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU) But Rach does get where Sarah is coming from, so... WILL NOT DISSIPATE HER JOY SO SOON. :D

Listening to I Dreamed A Dream by Susan Boyle. I must say, I like her Britain’s Got Talent audition better o_O

Anyway, the reason I’m listening to this in the first place is because of Vocal Fusion duets, which I’m doing with Tanyerson and we actually got a harmoney (HARMONY BALONEY) completely by concidence (COIIIIIINCIDENCE). I will admit this: I actually recorded myself singing Tanyerson’s part so i can get used to singing the main melody with the higher harmony (which is actually harder than it looks, surprisingly o_O)

Well, there goes my abuse of the word “actually” again. I wish I could practice the duet some mroe. ._. Now that my gramndma (wat) and aunt ar e back home I don’t really want to parctice so loudly o.o It sounds wierd. (ALSKDFJLSJFDL stupid typos >:c)

There’s this kind of low note in the song that I have to sing. I can just barely reach it. :c WHERE ARE KYLE AND JACOB WHEN YOU NEED THEM GAWD

Well, Kyle’s sitting like, two computers in front of me right now, but that’s not the poing. (LOL poing?? Point xD)

Hrm. Now I’m not all that sure if the harmony would work anymore. o.o Apparently what Lea Michelle or Shelby Whats-her-face sings is different from what I’m used to singing... From my practices it doesn’t sound all that bad (I wrote “sond” there... okay, no-backspace rule is over now, it’s getting too annoying xP) but maybe it could be a lot worse... I don’t know. D: MUST PRACTISE WITH TANYERSON AGAIN.

If someone looks over my shoulder and starts reading this, they can clearly see that I’m not doing any work. Lots of red lines all over the place. :c

Maybe I should start brainstorming for my roleplaying application instead. But I’m claiming a canon (two canons, technically) so the appearance section at least is already done for me, I just have to put it in words. But then again, I’m making Tate and Liza like 4 years older than what (I presume) the canon makes them, so they probably changed a little. o.o For one, I think that by 16 years old, Tate would stop wearing those ribbons in his hair and look more like a dude. Like, you know? :P (Although, I think it would be appropriate to make it a running gag that Liza is so flat-chested, she’s still mistaken for her brother sometimes. :D) (And Tate still has long hair, I guess, so he’s sometimes still mistaken for his sister. LOL twin confusion even though they aren’t identical xD) (That’s actually physically impossible, since they’re different genders and therefore could not have come from the same egg. LOL why am I talking about this? xD)

So anyway... Johnson is like, right there... don’t come over here and inspect my monitor, please. :c I’M TOTALLY DONIG WORK. (I should stop caps-spamming, because it just makes it look more suspicious. And putting emoticons too, because Word thinks they’re wrong words and litters my screen with noticeable red lines. ._.)

Almost a page in size 7 Verdana font now. I don’t think you can really tell what I’m doing unless you look really closely... it’s 2:53PM. I’m probably going to get sick of I Dreamed A Dream soon, I’ve been listening to it over and over again for a few days. D: And singing it. This is like, the fifth time in a row I’m listening to this song. D:

I kind of wish I could access my actual blog. Well, technically I can, but that would look extremely suspicious. I wonder if I make the layout really plain and boring, it would get mistaken for an actual productive webpage and wouldn’t look suspicious from far away? Okay, new page, now let’s see if I can avoid red lines and green lines on my screen just to fake productiveness. Damn it, there’s one right there in that sentence. Ah well, it’s under the word “to” (??) and it’s hardly visible from far away, so I guess that doesn’t really matter. I’m almost afraid to look around now, because that just screams “Hey there, I’m doing something I’m really not supposed to!”

Okay, so anyway, enough of that. What else could I talk about in the span of half an hour without getting caught doing absolutely nothing? (Shut up, green lines. –ignore-) Maybe I could spend some time looking at logbook covers again... they’re all posted up on the bulletin boards. And I don’t think Johnson is going to catch me anytime soon, he’s too busy bantering with some troublesome girl and it looks like he’s trying to make a point, but I can’t really hear what he’s saying. I’m only half paying attention to that anyway, so – oh look-y here (no red lines, Rachel :c) he’s looking around at monitors. Well, he just kind of took a peek at what the girl next to me was doing, and I don’t think I was any cause for alarm. Yet.

Let’s see if I can make it to two pages by the end of the day. That’s two Word document pages, size 7 Verdana font, default margins (however big they are). I still have a long ways to go, I’m not even at half of my second page yet. :c

In other news, I bought fudge this morning. I also bought fudge yesterday and ate it after choir, but that flavour was caramel. It was pretty good. Today, I bought double fudge (or chocolate, or double chocolate, or whatever you want to call it) and I like that better than caramel... or maybe it’s because I just don’t like caramel all that much.

Now that I’m being extremely unproductive, I keep getting this feeling that I’m supposed to be doing something, and that I missed a bit of work and am wasting time doing this instead of this mystery piece of work. Okay then, time to run through all my courses and classes and see what I could possibly have missed.

Vocals: nothing much. Maybe study for chromatic scale test, or practise for solos (that Korean song! :D) but otherwise, nothing.

Math: I believe I finished all the homework he assigned. It was up to that first page with the graphs and squares on it, right? I forgot the page number, but it was like, sixty... something.

English: supply teacher today. I already finished reading Frankenstein some time ago. Handed in journal today.

Comm Tech: Well, clearly I don’t have anything urgent to do now, or I’d be doing it. Radio ID finished.

What else. Japanese? We got a project last class, but it’s a group project (manga-making! Yay!) I got assigned to be the “author” of the group of four, and I’m supposed to come up with a story and a script. (Why do I get the most pressured job? Everyone else is like, artist, or colourer, or handwriter. D:) I already came up with a sort of decent script and really simple storyline centering around Halloween (oh right, I have to look up those couple of words... okay, that can wait. Besides, it’s not like I have to do this alone, apparently I’m just the “supervisor” >:c).

Anything else? Roleplaying? Well, I have to get that Tate and Liza application done sometime soon, but that also involves a roleplaying sample. I have a bunch from my Neo RPs, but those are dependent on the situation, really. xD And besides, they’re all... happy. This forum has a plot where it’s like, future-esque and Team Rocket took over again and nobody trusts each other anymore and all the gym leaders have to ditch their gyms and fight. Or something. Well, people can go on their journeys like usual and stuff, and ~*~there is still hope~*~ or something weird and sparkly like that. Yeah. Fifteen minutes left of this class, how much more could I ramble about? D:

I’m kind of looking forward to writing about how Tate and Liza are ~*~growing~*~ and ~*~maturing~*~ and how they grow closer as twins and maybe quite possibly grow separate. It would interesting to see what happens when they join opposing sides in this war thing. :D (But I don’t think that would happen, because they were taught to be SENSIBLE and RESPONSIBLE as gym leaders from a young age and they’re all like THE GOOD GUYS SHALL PREVAIL and stuff. Yeah, I’m going to avoid saying just how old they were when they first became leaders, but in my own fanon they were twelve. That’s young enough to get their mindset going like that, right?)

Blah, I’m bored. Seven minutes left. I think I’ll terminate now. Don’t have to send email to myself, because I’m saving it on my USB. Yaaay USBs. c:

Can’t wait to start roleplaying Tate and Liza. Seriously, I am so happy that a forum actually allows canons 8D Maybe I’ll drag Kay (my dude-who-looks-like-a-lady) in there too later, and he shall start with a Mudkip and he shall become a Rock- and Ground-type specialist and he shall be a loving mommy to all his beloved pokeymans and will not be able to say no because he is just too soft with them. xD

Post terminating. Ciao everyone~

Whaaat?

The fudge tastes more delicious this time round. I have no idea why.

In other news...

RACHEL STOP ACTING LIKE AN IDIOT AROUND HIM YOU'RE BEING COMPLETELY AND UTTERLY RIDICULOUS

Tonight, I'm going to sleep early.

Music Council's selling fudge tomorrow morning. ♥ Totally gonna buy some and maybe eat it in English or something (not Vocals, for obvious reasons).

Wish I could eat some after school, but I have choir. D: Ah well, maybe I'll eat it after dinner then ♥

MICH, SARAH, FANDI, WHEN YOU GUYS SELLING? HOW LONG? :D

Avoiding stuff.

I like graphic design projects better than audio production projects. :c

Return of the Facebook Note Spam
Part II - Guys and Girls

(Challenge: Avoid one-liner/one-word answers when possible. They're boring. :P)

Name 3 guys in your life:
Jason, Richard... I really need to make more guy friends. Jacob? /random @_@

How many of them are family?:
Lauckerface and Richerface are mah bruzzerrrs :3 (Heh, I remember that email where Jason experimented with variations of "sister" with a "zer" sound at the end. Sitzer or siztzzer or whatever it was. xD)

How many of them are exes?:
One.

Are any of them single?:
Not Richerface, he apparently walks Joannerface home holding hands with her. :P (I waved at them from the car the other day, but I think they were too lovey-dovey at the moment didn't see me. |D)

Are any of them gay?:
I'm presuming they're all straight, but who am I to tell? :P

Are any of them younger than you?:
Jason and Jacob, both by about a year. Or maybe more for the latter, I don't know when his birthday is.

Who’s the tallest?:
Ooh, a bit of a competition there between Jason and Jacob. (Sorry Richard, but you know it's true. xD) I think Jacob edges out by a little bit though, he's hugeee for a niner. :P

Who’s the smartest?:
Hard to say. Maybe Richerface just by the age difference, but I'm pretty sure they're all competent enough. |3

Who’s the oldest?:
Richard, the elevener. :P (Why do I even say that? What's it supposed to be, junior or sophomore? I think what the Canadians say are reversed from what the Americans say... I get them mixed up anyway. o.o)

Who’s the most talkative?:
Jason or Richard. Prolly Jason. Jacob doesn't really say much, surprisingly. (Or maybe it's just 'cause I don't know him that well. Sarah can confirm or deny that. xD /brick'd)

Who’s the most sensitive?:
Richerface? Heh. :3

Who’s the most relaxed?:
Either Jacob or Richard. Sorry Jason, but you can still be a little high-strung sometimes. |D (But it's gotten a lot better from grade school, so grats for that x3)

Who’s the biggest player?:
I believe Ms. C called Richard a player once, even though he has a girlfriend. xD Poor Joannerface. /pelted with bricks

Who drinks the most?:
As in, alcohol? I hope none of them, considering their ages. o.o /feels like a killjoy when saying that

Can any of them drive?:
Good question. Richerface, when you planning on getting your G1? o:

Can any of them dance?:
Well, random dancing isn't all that hard, you just kinda jump around and bob your head and wave your arms around a lot. xD As for actual, coordinated, well-practised dancing, I don't think so... but Vocal Fusion might be able to do something about that when the time comes. 8D

Can any of them sing?:
Jacob obviously, although he's kind of really, unnecessarily loud. Jason's good too, when he sings in his own range. :P When he attempts to sing soprano... well, let's just say that could use a tad bit of improvement there. xD

Can any of them hold conversation?
... wat.
I'm presuming this question means something along the lines of, "Are any of them good at keeping conversations going and interesting?" In which case, uh... I have no clue actually. I'm a terrible conversationalist. xP

Have you ever kissed any of them?:
Nope.
(... Can't really avoid a one-word answer here, nothing much else to say. xP)

Have you ever seen any of them drunk?:
I think seeing any of those three drunk would be highly amusing. 8D

Have you ever seen any of them high?:
... That would not be quite as amusing. I've actually seen someone semi-high on drugs before (I can't remember exactly what he said he was doing, but it was some kind of illegal drug). It was... disconcerting, to say the least. ._.

Have any of them ever made you jealous?:
Yes. Classified information. (Why do my anime references pop up even in FB quizzes...? |D;;)

Are there any of them you would swap for a celebrity?:
Well, as David Tennant is kind of good-looking...
I said nothing. c:



Name 3 girls in your life:
Micherface, Fanderson, Sarserson

Are any of them family?:
Nuup. :P

Are any of them crushes?:
Ditto that. |D

Are any of them exes?:
Again. (I think my challenge is failing at the moment. |D)

Are any of them single?:
Micherface and Fanderson... is Sarah FB-married to someone right now, or something? :P I don't use my FB anymore, so...

Who’s the prettiest?:
I remember Vocals!Michelle and Kathy once commenting that Sarah was pretty at the awards assembly. They seemed kinda surprised by that, for some reason. xD

Who’s the most popular with boys?:
Well, considering Sarah regularly abducts Alex's sweater to Vocal Fusion practice, and stole nine watches from various guys so far, and somehow manages to con them into letting her keep them overnight (to sleep with them no less)... xD

Who’s the smartest?:
Rawr Mich with her stupid 89% average in math. >:c

Who’s the ditziest?:
Sarahsarahsarahsarah. Esophagus, anyone?

Who’s the friendliest?:
Probably Mich. Or Sarah, depending on the definition of "friendly". xD (... I think there were some rather unfortunate implications there, yeah? |D;;)

Who’s the bitchiest?:
Ehh, bitchy isn't exactly the word I would use. Fanderson isn't really "bitchy" per se, more like really bad-tempered and prone to flying into fits of loud rage when irritated. Particularly when it comes to academics. |D

Who’s the easiest to talk to?:
In terms of normal everyday conversation, probably Mich, since apparently she really likes to talk (as Fandi can attest to xD). Maybe Fandi too when she's not in a bad mood and won't snap at people for irrelevant things. xP

Who’s the best drinker?:
You mean who would be the best drinker, if we could drink. xD Sarah seems like the type, at least more than Mich or Fandi. (Although Daryna > all three, kthx.)

Who’s the most innocent?:
My first answer was Mich, but then I remembered Daryna. So no. :P
I don't think any of them fit the category of "innocent" anymore, to be honest. xD

Can any of them dance?:
Sarah should start dancing with everyone else in Vocal Fusion. >:c (I never knew she of all people could be such a wallflower. o.o)
... On the other hand, I've seen Fandi can do this weird snapping-and-spinning thing that looks sort of like a sad attempt at break dancing while standing up. /brick'd

Can any of them not swim?:
... Why does this thing insist on asking "not swim?" If I list the ones who can swim, clearly the others can't. ._.
Okay, that aside, I'm pretty sure they can all swim at least decently. I can't remember the last time we all went swimming together (maybe at one of Sarah's really old pool parties? Geez, that was a looong time ago... o.o) and besides, those pool parties aren't really accurate judges of swimming ability. |D

Can any of them drive?:
Not sixteen yet. Still at least half a year to go, for all three of them.

Have you ever kissed any of them?:
Nope, and honestly, I'd rather not. |P

Have you ever gone further with any of them?:
I'd really rather not. o.o

Have you ever told any of them that you love them?:
LAHV LAHV LAHV I WANT YOUR LAAAHV ♥
/brick'd
Okay no more Lady Gaga. |D And I love 'em alllll ♥

Have you ever seen any of them drunk?:
Nope. Though I would really love to see what they, particularly Sarah, would do when they're drunk. xDDD Reminder to go bar-hopping with them sometime. Or club-hopping. Or on a cruise. Or karaoke, which involves alcoholic drinks and singing and sometimes dancing too. 8D

Have you ever seen any of them high?:
Sarah is high all the time, what are you talking about?
Okay, dude not funny.

Have you ever been jealous of any of them?:
When Sarah acts like an idiot, she looks normal. When Rachel acts like an idiot, she looks idiotic.
... But then again, that may or may not be something to be jealous of. xD

Have you ever been scared of any of them?:
I am scared of Fandi and her academic-induced rages at least once a week. And also somewhat concerned.

Do you love any of them?:
I LOVE EVERYYYYONEEEE yeah. c: ♥

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... That was fairly pointless, I must say.

Bluh, audio production.

DON'T STOP, MAKE IT POP, DJ BLOW MY SPEAKERS UP (WE'RE UNFORGETTABLE), DAISY DUKES, BIKINIS ON TOP, TIK TOK ON THE CLOCK BUT THE PARTY DON'T STOPPUH NO, AH-OH-AH-OH-AH, OH AH-OH-AH-OH-AH

Tik Tok and California Girls are really easy songs to mash together. I think I did it satisfactorily. :D