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. ♥ ♥ ♥

asldfjlasdkjf

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