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Ah, the obligatory introductory post. I was finally able to validate my email. Stupid spam bots ruining my life. I should eat them. This journal was created for the purpose of ranting about certain people and certain things without those certain people and certain things ever finding out. Yet, I still wanted my friends to be able to read it. I am an inconspicuous ninja! Today, I'm currently under the guise that I am studying at my friend Jenny's house with her brother, the Calculus-genius. [I'm not really.] Also, my body is suffering BL-withdrawals. The internet is losing, lately. It makes me sad. End obligatory introductory post. |
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According to Jenny's cousin, I am now a Mexican-Native American hobo. It amuses me. Yaoi definitely makes my life a brighter, better place. Le sigh~ Hopefully, Emily will be able to sleepover at Jenny's Sunday night. It won't be a party without her! ;O; I am so tired. I should probably do my SAT homework, but I don't want to. Man, that reminds me. SATs are in a week. I should probably study for them sometime soon. SCB, the authoress whom Tasha seems to adore, is not as great as I thought she would be. Perhaps the Justice League and Teen Titans fandoms don't have as many great writers as Beyblade and Ouran, because I've certainly seen much, much, MUCH better. SCB, on a scale of 1-10, is about a 5. Nothing too spectacular. Almost 10th grade writing. I question Jenny and Emily and my decision to agree to make Tasha the head of fanfiction. In other news, Porter Ridge has created something rather strange for morning announcements. I don't know whether to be amused or annoyed. Apparently, according to Madam Cloer, I've got a great voice in my poetry reflections. It makes me happy. Cici's Pizza continues to be amazing. |
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She did it again yesterday at anime club. Let me just reiterate that I do not think SCB is in any way, shape, or form an example of "good" fanfiction. I really think Tasha should have asked fo Jenny's and my opinion. We write fanfiction. We read fanfiction. We KNOW what is shit and what's not shit. [we don't just read JL and TT -.-] That just pisses me off. But moving on, I had a nice night of sleep. I slept at around 8:30 pm, so hopefully I won't be tired later today because I totally have to start my SAT study sessions of rabuRABU. Meh. OMG. HOW ON EARTH IS IT THAT I LOVE MY HITACHIIN BABIES SO MUCH?! [okay, granted, I love Kaoru so much more, but that's not the point.] MY BABIES!!! :gonk: :gonk: :gonk: Anyway, Emily should be here soon. We're heading off to the NAHS meeting. Joy. |
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It is quite difficult to explain the complexity of the American education system. I'm trying my best, but I think I'm failing. I'm not really looking forward to the SATs, but hopefully every deity known to mankind will give me the strength to make at least a 2000. If not, God help us all, my parents will go berserk. I can't wait until the SATs are over with this weekend. I've been so stressed lately - not really myself at all. And that damn coffee made me sick. Tasha continues to get on my everlasting nerves. From what I heard, it wasn't just Laura who thought Jeffrey got outside help. It was Michael and Uli, too. I guess that means they deserve hatred because, oh no, they are against Jeffrey!1!11!!!11 -.- Calm down. Jeffrey still showed a collection. Sheesh. Get over yourself. He's still not going to have your babies, so don't cry a river. I'm tired, but I still have homework and stuff to finish. I can't study for the SATs tomorrow because I have to work concessions at the football game. Much joy, but thankfully I'm working it with friends. Life needs to start getting better before I drop-kick it like a whore. |
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I was going to go to sleep, but I ended up reading Let Dai and, well, not sleeping. I really hate how I get so poopoo when I'm tired. I guess that's why my prime writing time is when I'm about to nod off and sleep at the keyboard - emotions are raw, then. AHH THIS IS ALREADY SOUNDING LIKE EMO TALK!!! GO AWAY, TIREDNESS. I WANNA WRITE BUT I DON'T WANNA BE EMO TOT EMOEMOEMO. Now I'm acting crazy. Sheesh. |