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.