It has been a very aggravating morning

It's been a very taxing morning....

Grandfather and I got in a car accident today. Some guy with a black BMW hit the back of the car. Funnily enough, he didn't have his driver's licence or insurance information, so when grandfather insisted on calling the police, the guy ran.

I called the police, was told not to leave the area, and grandfater drives off trying to chase the guy. Then when I tell him not to move, he yells at me and tells me he's not gonna drive me anymore.

Yeah, sure, pick on the college student...

Then when the police show up, I'm explaining stuff, and grandfather was no help, telling me inane things. Come on, I don't work well with authority figures, so we were there for half an hour, just trying to explain to the policeman what we wanted, blahblahblah

Mended Hearts

Title: Mended Hearts
Author: Yumemi
Rated: PG-13
Summary: AU Naruto hides many secrets from Konohagakure no Sato. As time continues, Naruto’s precious people learn the hard way that many secrets are best left untouched, and that Naruto is not at all what they believed.

My first Naruto fic... Somehow I get the feeling that I'm not going to do very well in the Naruto fandom... But that's probably just me being stupid since I always say the same thinig, but peoplpe keep telling me that I did good. I'm rambling, so I think I'll just go away now...

Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto. I wish I did, but I don’t.

Mended Hearts: Prologue

Euphoria: A Graduation Story

Euphoria: A Graduation Story

The sun is warm and bright, the skies are a clear azure, the air is filled with the chatter of excitement and the birds are singing merrily while on the field gathers a sea of red robes and caps adorned with red and white tassels and the many different colored chords…

To the dark haired girl, it seemed almost surreal…

Everywhere are the signs of a growing and changing generation, as the graduates lined up and laughed with friends and spoke with teachers. A soft breeze whispered past crimson polyester, whipping the robes around their feet, toying with the tassels and teasing loose hair. Everywhere was joyous cries and sparkling eyes as the exuberant spirits of the graduates soared and thickened the air with nervousness and excitement.

Soft strains of music drifted to expectant ears, and the chattering rose into whoops and cheers as they recognized the graduation song. One by one, they filed out into the stadium, passing under white arches festooned with flora under the light of the setting sun. The expectant expressions of joy and excitement tinged with agitation and more than a little fear and reluctance surrounded her, even as they moved to stand before their seats.

Time passed in a blur of names and applause as the speakers gave their speeches, named members of their clubs and organizations as the named graduates rose to their feet to be recognized. As the two Valadictorians gave their speeches and led the graduates in a cheer to celebrate their successes, she felt a blinding euphoria in her, and a desire for time to stand still at that singular moment, a moment when the entire Graduating Class stood together, yelling and screaming at the top of their lungs, smiles on their faces, mere moments away from true adulthood. All too soon, they were seated and she sat between two good friends, waiting and watching as other members of the class lined up, two rows at a time, one on both sides of the stage as each gradauate stepped forward to accept their awards.

Soon, it was nearly her turn, and she was acutely aware of the mass of bodies at her back. The faces of her audience were flesh colored blurs and her blood was a hot, roaring surge in her ears. She was aware of the cotton of her light sweater against her skin, of the coolness of her pink crystal beads around her neck, of the slight weight of her chandelier earrings in her ears, of the soft leater of her white shoes against her feet, and of the polyester gown covering her knuckles as she clasped her hands in front of her. Her face was frozen in a polite yet nervous smile of excitement, as her mind whirled about in a disorganized jumble of thoughts. She heard, as if from a long distance, her name being called, and in a daze she mounted the steps of the stage. Her surroundings took on a dreamlike quality and she misjudged the number of steps and stumbled as she mounted the stage. Her body shook like a leaf as she shook the Board Member's hand and accepted the cover for her diploma, and as she and the School Board Member turned to face the audience to have their pictures taken, she felt time stand still. Then, the camera flashed and she smiled was once more on the cool grass, the hem of her robes brushing over the plants as she returned to her seat.

She smiled as the ceremony continued, and ran her fingers softly over the imitation leather and the gold lettering spelling out the name of the school. Her eyes prickled, and she resolutely pushed her tears away. Now was not the time to cry. How would she beable to face the cameras if her face was red and tearstained with her eyes red and puffy from crying? Maybe after Grad Night, when it was safe, she would cry. She looked up and squared her shoulders, smiling happily and clapping with sincere joy and excitement as her friends' names were called, and they walked up to collect their own awards.

All too soon, the ceremony drew to a close. She, in her joy of passing a hurdle that her more cynical family members had always claimed she would never pass, threw her hat into the air with a joyful cry, her voice becoming one of many exuberent yells and cheers. She watched as it traveled a graceful arc and landed, and her sight was blocked by joyful friends with whom she joined in an embraced that conveyed a multitude of emotions from congratulations to joy to sadness of being parted after four glorious years of an unpredictable but close friendship. And then she was swept off with the crowd of red as they passed between two rows of teachers on their way to the field behind the stadium to pick up their diplomas, to say their last goodbyes or their last words of friendships, before being swept out onto the front lawn to meet with proud parents and sad underclassmen friends and departing classmates and to take their last pictures in their caps and gowns, with their newest accessory, their diplomas.

Inwardly, she mourned the loss of her cap, knowing that her parents would be upset, but the joy of graduation, and the melencholy of leaving her friends and all that had been familiar, of leaving the school that had become a second home to her, surged to the forefront as she and various friends embraced their former teachers.

"Merrily, merrily, merrily," she thought, smiling as she remembered the old nursery rhyme, "life is but a dream..."

She plunged into the heart of the crowd, and her cap was forgotten for the moment...

THE END

Graduation

OMG.... I'm graduating in four hours....

I am so FREAKED!!!!!!!!

Leaving high school for college... I am so NERVOUS!!!!!

I AM GRADUATING TODAY!!!!!!

OMG OMG OMG OMG!!!!!!!

GRADUATION!!!!!!!! SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!

OH yeah! Mark Keppel High School Class of 2006, we rock!!!!!

WHOOHOOHOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Graduation in under 4 days

Seniors start vacation earlier than the rest of the school by a week. So I'm at home right now. Graduation is coming up. I really can't wait. I'm also on the sad side. I'm basically leaving behind my childhood once I cross the stage. I'm going to miss my friends. I don't make friends very easily, and even if I do have people around me, they aren't really my friends until I start talking, like really talking, to them, and no just gossip, but kinda like, certain aspects of my life. My not so great childhood for example...

I would give almost anything for time to stand still where it was before June 9, 2006. It's really sad, because most High School friends tend to drift apart despite the promise to stay in touch. I really miss them, and I've only left school under 4 days ago.

Then again, I'm probably just being silly, cause everyone who leaves High School feels the same way. We're leaving what has been familiar for something totally different. While we were in High School, we were totally dependant on our parents and teachers, and now that we're graduating, we're gonna have to learn to be self sufficient. No one's gonna coddle us anymore, and this is the limit to our parents' support, and our teachers from this point on are hardly going to care whether or not we succeed so long as they get paid. We're gonna be in charge of our lives now, and however much we may have been looking forward to this point in our lives in the past, now that we are here, everything is different. We're frightened and looking back longingly for something we took for granted and couldn't wait to leave, and now what we looked forward to no longer looks so appealing.

I'm gonna miss my old life, my friends, and my teachers. I... I'm scared, and you know what? I don't have any idea what I'm gonna do. Hell, I haven't even ordered my transcripts yet. Pathetic, ain't I?

My chest it tight and empty, I can't breathe. I guess this is how it feels to be terrified out of your wits.

Here is a rundown of my schedule for the week...

On Wednesday, June 14, 2006, there is going to be the cap and gown distribution at 12:30-2:00 PM. I have no idea where we are gonna pick them up, and I can't find anything on the school site either.

On Thursday, June 15, 2006, is the graduation rehersal. Don't know when it will start, but graduation ticket distribution probably starts at 9:00 AM. How am I gonna get into Aztec Field? I have no idea. Probably through West Gate.

5:15 PM on the same day is Graduation line-up. Best to get there at 5:00 or 4:50 PM.

6:00 PM same day the graduation ceremony starts.

9:30 PM same day, we leave for Disneyland Grad Night at the front lawn. Best to bring my things on that day to leave in the trunk of the car, just in case.

Friday, June 16, 2006, we'l get back from Grad Night at the Front Lawn at approximately 6:30 AM.

So yeah.... I'm bored, but also kinda sad. I... I've basically been repeating the same thing over and over since school started in September, I really don't wanna go. It's gonna be really sad, and I'm gonna miss everybody. Well, There's no use moping about it.

I keep telling my friends who are underclassmen, ~LIVE FOR THE FUTURE~*~LIVE IN THE PRESENT~ But it seems like I'm not taking my own advice. I'm basically living in the past, trying to stop here for as long as possible, putting off the inevitable growth from adolecence to adulthood. It's too late though, I should have done that when I had the chance, and all I can do now is look to the future. Hopefully, everything will turn out allright, and even if we do loose touch, at the very least, we have our memories. Or, we can hope against hope, and one day in the distant or not so distant future, meet again, and relive old memories, catch up, and build a new and stranger bond of friendship than the one we have now.

Missing You: A Graduation Story

This is dedicated to all of my friends, Sanna, Sanchi, Yu Ying, Yu Yu, Pansy, Phyllis, Amy, Allen, Kenny, Wen, Tina, Dana, Mitsuki, Margret, Amy Leiu, Joyce, Amy Loung, Amy G, Kendrick, Kevin, Timothy, Vina, Michelle, Christine, Jeanette, Stephanie, Alex, Chris, Laine, Jeff, Peter, and Jan, who stood by me throughout my academic career. Thank you all for being there for me, when I needed you most, and I'll miss you all.




The dark haired girl sits wordlessly at the desk, her pen rapidly scribbling in the spiral bound notebook. She looks up at the clock occasionally, dark hazel eyes filled with excitement, longing, and deep sorrow. It is Friday, June 9, 2006, 2:27 PM. There is only ten minutes left before she, like her fellow Seniors would leave the campus for the last time as a student, only returning for cap and gown distribution, for the graduation rehearsal, and for the graduation ceremony itself.

She looks at the clock again. 2:30 PM. Seven more minutes. Seven more minutes of childhood, of sitting in the classrooms, echoing with laughter of previous students, seven more minutes before the echoes of the Graduating Class of 2006 becomes mere memories in the long beige halls, memories like the graduating classes before them, memories like the graduating classes that will come after them. It was almost time to go. Anita Wong, a Junior who sits beside her pulls out a camera.

“The only Senior in this class besides the Student Aide,” Anita said, “Lets take a picture!”

The girl smiles, and nods, as she and Anita leans toward one another. There is a few seconds where her heart leaps, and for a brief moment, the cold loneliness in her is replaced with a sense of belonging, of warmth of being with a friend. There is a flash, and she and Anita pulls apart, and she and Anita smile as they look at the picture on the screen. Anita smiles at her, and she smiles back, a sad smile tinged with warmth. Anita returns to her seat and turns to the boy behind her and strikes up a conversation while the girl turns back to her story, the warmth in her heart slowly being replaced by a creeping cold.

2:35, and she throws her things back into her bag and the teacher nods in permission and she runs out the door. The cold and pain is almost unbearable, and she runs to catch up with a friend, putting on a jovial mask. She whoops as the actual bell rings.

“Glad to be gone?” the boy asks.

“Yeah,” she answered as they run to the crosswalk. They say no more as they wait across the street for the bus.

The bus arrives at 2:40 as expected, and there is the usual jostling and pushing as students eager to get home board the bus. She is among the first ones to enter and take the seat nearest the door, and her face is a blank mask. She knows that this will be the last time she will be taking this bus as a student, and her chest tightens. She fights back tears as the bus leaves the stop. She gets off early, at the stop near the Senior Citizen Center, the quickest way home without riding the entire circuit. Her pace is brisk and almost desperate. She forbids herself to cry as she walks the familiar path.

She arrives home, and drops her things on the floor in the middle of her room. She sinks to her knees and buries her face in her hands, but she does not cry. Slowly, she gets back up and takes things out of her bag. The clothes from her Dance final goes in the hamper, her binders joins the collection on the floor beside her nightstand near her desk (she will go through them when her heart is less raw, she thinks), her yearbook and sketch pad goes on the shelf, and her notebooks joins the collection under her desk. The loose sheets go into folders and drawers and are placed with the binders and notebooks. Loose cash and change either go into her piggy banks or her wallet. Pens and pencils go into pencil cases in various parts of the room, the bag goes into her closet, her wallet, keys, and cell phone go on her nightstand, and the ipod goes into her drawers.

‘Keep moving, don’t think,’ she repeats to herself over and over, “don’t think, keep moving, don’t think!’

Maybe if she doesn’t think about it, if she keeps busy, she won’t remember that she is leaving behind her friends, and her surrogate family (classmates who took on different roles in the ‘family’ from various grades in the school), she won’t remember that she is leaving everything she once knew. Maybe she wouldn’t feel so sad, so lonely, so frightened, or so empty. The silence is too much, she turns on the music. After a while she turns it back off. The music on her computer is too lyrical, too sad, it reminds her too much of her pain and loneliness. She turns on the radio. After a while, she turns that off to. The upbeat music reminds her too much of the fun she had with her friends in her Dance Class, in Fifth Period. There is nothing left to do, there is nothing, and she feels the loneliness hit her full force. She forces back a scream of rage, loneliness, and pain, and forbids herself to cry. She throws herself into the internet, concentrating on the fanfiction, on her writing, on her drawings, anything to avoid reflection.

She does not check her email, she does not sign on into AIM or MSN. She doesn’t touch the phone except to call her mother to let her know that she is home. She doesn’t look at the yearbook, or at her old work.

Night falls, she stays up. She doesn’t want to sleep. She knows if she sleeps, her subconscious will force her to remember, but she hopes that sleep will allow her to escape, to not think, to not feel, to not remember. She does not realize it when she drifts off.

She wakes suddenly. She feels calm, warm, content. She remembers nothing, then she sits up and sees the pictures of her friends on her desk and she remembers. The pain and loneliness returns. She tries not to scream.

The day passes in a blur of meaningless work, of fanfics and writings. She immerses herself in a thick book that she had bought earlier in the year but had never read. She concentrates on her mother’s voice when she lectures her, anything to escape.

The next day is the same. There is nothing but a whirlwind of meaningless work and words to escape. She feels nothing, thinks of nothing, concentrates on nothing, she says nothing. Night falls. She does not sleep. She stares at the computer screen in the darkness until the words blur and she begins to hear echoes of laughter, she remembers snippets of old conversations with friends. She screams in her mind and slowly, she turns off the computer and goes to bed, squeezing her eyes shut.

She dreams of graduation. She dreams of being with her friends, they are happy, laughing, and she waves her diploma in the air and her friends hug her. She dreams of joyous lunch period long past, and of the hours of practice that went into the Dance Final, only for her to screw up in her best routine, Hip Hop, only for her friends to reassure her that it is alright. She feels the warmth of belonging.

Morning comes, and she wakes. Her heart is full and she does not try to run. She turns logs on to AIM and MSN and waits for her underclassmen friends to log on. She checks her email and leaves comments on the Xangas of the friends that she cannot reach on AIM or MSN or with email.

She leaves entries on her journals and cleans her room. There is nothing left for her to do. She stares out the window at the trees and plants in the garden. In the end, she allows herself to think, to reflect on the past year. Tears pool in her eyes, but still she does not allow them to fall. She holds them in her heart, and promises herself that they will not fall until the right time, until she knows that she will never have contact with her school friends again. She promises herself that she will let herself cry later, knowing deep inside herself that later will never come.

She sighs and begins planning what she will wear on graduation, what she will wear for Grad Night, what she will wear for the celebration on June 17, 2006. She plans what she will wear when her Aunt gets engaged on June 24, 2006. She plans and reflects on the past, but she moves forward.

She knows that all the other Seniors in the world is feeling the same way, and that all of them are moving forward. She knows that she will miss her friends and vice versa, and that she will never have friends like them again. She knows that the sadness will fade with time; after all, the sadness of her Eighth Grade Graduation had faded over the past four year.

She moves forward, and does not look back.


The End

So not Worth the Drama

I have gone through a total of two friendship crisises in this year, and both of them ended with the dissolution of the relationship. So very interesting.

The most recent one has been building for years, so I'm not quite surprised by my falling out with Dana. He's been annoying me more and more in the past couple of months, and now that I'm free of him, I feel so much lighter, as if a heavy load has just been taken off my shoulders. I won't be able to aviod him since we still share friends and have the same sixth period, but that's alright.

The least recent has also been building, but for months instead of years. J&K have been trying to put down Mi-chan for a long time now. Mi-chan can be somewhat harsh in her words and actions, but it doesn't happen if you just don't piss her off. K is a self rightous bitch, and J is an idiot, much as I hate to say it. I have nothing to do with the friendship. Mere weeks after I was integrated into the circle, we broke off into two factions, Phoenix Pair, Mi-chan and myself, and Backstabber Pai, K&J. I can still hold a civil conversation with them, but I will not lie and say that I like them. They slandered Mi-chan and I, and hurt Mi-chan very badly. However, I am willing to be little more than polite aqquaintences, but it doesn't mean that I will miss them. In fact, I don't know them well enough to miss them.

I can't avoid all three of them, since the chool is so small, but it's quite alright. I only have less than a month left of school here in Keppel, then I'll graduate. I won't have to see them again.

Well, There's only four to five minutes left of class, so I guess I better stop here and start cleaning up... Who knows, my next post may be about finals, graduation, or even grad nite. Oh well, I guess we'll find out when the time comes. See ya!

Helping out at the office.. *rolls eyes*

Yeah... The subject says it all.

I'm heping out at my aunt Jackie's office today. I know it's totally useless, but I'm going to do a little advertising here.

All Source Tax Inc.
Jacquelyn Kwok, E.A.
1101 E. Garvey Ave. #108
Monterey Park, Ca 91755
Tel: (626) 288-0016
Fax: (626) 288-0017

Yeah... so that's about it...

Anyway, I've been answering phones all day long. My cousin Sharon is here too, but all she's really been doing is playing games... Heh, not that it really matters. The second mother and I leave, she'll either come with us or stay with Aunt Jackie. If she chooses to stay, she will have no choice but to answer the phone...

Anyway, we've been here for a little over two hours and thirty minutes. Damn time moves slowly... But while we're pretty busy, it's Aunt Jackie doing all the work. All Sharon and I are doing are playing around, or in my case, answering phones. My mother isn't doing anything. She's just sitting there having fun and making comments. She only ever takes the phone when there is a customer who speaks a different language. Sharon alternates between playing on the internet, playing games, and reading Memoirs of a Geisha which I intended to read myself.

Heh...I've been doing a lot of typing, what with writing my fanfiction, checking e-mail, and now typing up this entry. My wrists are tired, so I'll leave off here...

The drama in my life in the past few days

A little while ago, my friend Mitsuki and I found out that two friends, Karen and Jess, were talking bad about us behind our backs. Karen even went to far as to rant about our alledged stupidity and lack of good friendship toward them on her Xanga. Karen got flamed by a lot of people, and Mitsuki and I took turns chewing her out, and personally, I think mine had the greatest psychological effect. After all, how would you feel if you found out that you were slandering someone who had been abused as a child, who is adopted, and even after six years, has yet to recover psychologically? Not that it really matters, but the crisis threw everything off kilter. My selfcontrol went out the window, my emotions were all over the place, and my already screwy sleeping habits became even more screwy.

Anyway, The crisis has been resolved. Jess and I sat down and had a heart to heart talk and resolved everything. Karen has apologized after several days of the silent treatment, and I have sent her a message that was short, blunt, and to the point. Whether or not she replies is up to her.

Anyway, we had our dance midterm yesterday, and Sanchi and I added to it at the last minute. Of course, we screwed up, but Ms. Heredia allowed us to start over. We went with the original routine, and executed it perfectly, with only mior mishaps. I think we did pretty well, but I wonder if we had any points docked for screwing up in the first place...

Yeah, at the same time, there was the time change. If my sleeping habits were screwed up to begin with, it became even more screwed up when the Friendship Crisis took place, and was even more screwed up when the time change took place. I just know that I'm going to be exhausted for a long time after this....

When in Keppel, Be a Keppelite...

Today wasn't very interesting, just fifty something students walked off campus to protest a bill/law concerning illegal immigrants. Several people jumped the fence in front of administrators and the cops, who didn't do anything to try and stop them... Not that they could tackle them and drag the students back on campus by the ear... One guy jumped the fence just for the sake of juming it, then jumped back... No, seriously... He climbed the fence, jumped over it, then climbed back over. People were all like, "God! Make up your mind, are you going to jump the fence or not?!"

Anyway, my friend

Michi

was sick today, so Karen, Mitsuki, and I had lunch alone near the temporary bungalows... It was such a lonely lunch compared to other days... TT_TT

I have an accounting test coming up soon, and I'm having a little trouble with the posting... I am so screwed... I got a C on my last test, and a B on all the other tests since the beginning of the second semester... Quite the far cry from first semester, when I got all As on my accounting tests... But hey, at least I'm passing my tests...

I woke up around 2:00 AM this morning, and I was like, "Oh, shit! I left my disk in the school computer on Friday! I hope it's still there, and that it's not damaged!" It's a good thing that most people use flash drives nowadays instead of disks, otherwise, my CD would be gone. As it is, I safely retreived my disk, but I haven't tested it to see if it is still operational or not... I'm afraid to... I mean, what if it is damaged? There are some files on there that I don't have backups for, which means that I would have lost them with no way of retrieving them, and I cleared my history on Friday night, as well...

Anyway... I started getting all introspective again... What is it about being near the end of senior year that makes me so goddamn sappy? Oh, yeah... Graduation... Oh, no, I haven't forgotten about THAT. In fact, I have senior-itis, and somehow, I'm still managing to maintain at least average grades... O.o I'm not quite sure how I'm doing it either... But I suppose I should be glad that I'm maintaining passing grades... If I fail so much as one class, I won't be able to graduate. That would be HUMILIATING...

Anyway, it's midterm week, and Friday is a minimum day. I suppose that in itself is something to be thankful for... I can't wait... As for my impatience, if Peter forgets my anime again, I swear, I will whip my racquet out of Yumemi Space, and hit him with a barrage of tennis balls. After that, I will throttle him, and once I am sure that he is dead, I'll sic my beloved Sanda genichiro and Yanagi Renji on him... No, actually, I'll badger him until Grad Night and beyond. We are both seniors, after all, so magging the hell out of him shouldn't be too hard. After all, a woman's specialty is nagging at men until they get their way... ^____^ Heehee...

And yes, my beloved kohai-tachi (and I mean you, michi, michan, and zuka...) I like Yanagi, if only because I think he's cool. And NO I am NOT cheating on Sanada...

How Time Flies...

Midterms are coming up, and there is a little under 50 days before graduation, give or take a few days... My god how time flies....

It feels like only yesterday that I was seeing Keppel for the first time. I can still remember being all, "Damn, this place looks like crap," and "I cannot believe that I'm here," when I first entered the school as a freshmen. Now, I'm all, "Wow, that was fast," and "I don't wanna go!" and "Whoohoo!!! I'm almost free!!!" I really don't want to leave, but at the same time, I can't wait to get out of that hellhole that the administrators call an educational facility... ^^

Anyway, I'm starting to get lazy... I can't fall prey to senior-itis at this point in time if I wanna gradauate. The problem is that I've had senior-itis since the sixth grade... ^^;;; Talk about getting to far ahead of your self... XP

Anyway, I have a dance midterm to take care of, and Sanchi and I need to come up with the first 32 beats, go into the preset routine, and figure out the last 32 beats... Well, we have the basics for the last 32 beats worked out, but it seems somewhat incomplete so I guess we'll be going in for some extra-credit by taking on a 64 beat routine for the end.

Gah... O.o I'm not good at choreography, and I'm supposed to be coming up with the moves for this routine... The main problem is that I'm leading, and I'm the girl! Sanchi is the guy, so isn't she supposed to be leading instead of hte other way around? o_o???

And today is simply not my day... My glasses dropped a lens after fifth, and I couldn't find the screw... And I have a huge headache that I've had since the middle of sixth period... >.<|||||

So, yeah... That is basically how my day went...

Blah.

A Sub in fourth and zero. zero i can handle, he is nice and lets us alone. fourth is old, ugly, and his cologne STINKS.

Third is so far ahead of the other classes in "Othello" that the teacher gave us free period.

So basically, I have three free periods, after all, who actually WORKS when there is a sub who doesn't know what is going on?

Finally got AIM

It's cold, And i'm tired. On the good side, I finally got AIM!!! I can finally log on and chat with my friends!!!

Chatting with Mitsuki and Jess right now...

Accounting test in fourth has been postponed... On the other hand, we learned something new today, and I am totally confused... Lol...

Must get help tomorrow, from Vina or Kevin...

New Project in Sixth Period

I have a new project for sixth period. It really isn't anything new, just research a topic and give a presentation on it.

I'm supposed to be researching the fashions of the 1950s...

Gak... US History is such a drag, but I need to do well here if I want to cross the stage this year... The thing is, I really don't want to work either... Not a good combination for someone like me, not when I'm on the verge of becoming a supersenior as it is...

Blah... I'm multitasking again, though...

Gak! I'm recieving more emails than I can answer!!!

But that's my own fault. I'm exchanging emails with two of my friends at once, and while it takes a while for us to read and answer, if the emails just come in a steady stream, well... then, peoples, we have a problem...

Sigh, even as I write this, I'm trying to come up with my next section of my ficcies, and it's not easy!!! T_T

Honestly! ANOTHER TWO emails! How does Jess answer them so quickly!!!???

((O))_((O))

Yeesh! My kohai certainly are persistant! **Rushes off to answer emails**

Test for Fourth Period tomorrow...

I am so screwed.

There is an accounting test in fourth tomorrow, and I can't post properly... I'm such a sad, sad, little girl....

Anyway, The bell is ringing in a little under a minute, so I guess I'll post again later...

Rain, Rain, Rain!!!

It's raining like crazy!!! It's freezing too... The rain totally ruined my plans to go get some ice cream...

Well, It's going to be a long, cold night, so I had better dig out that extra blanket...

On the other hand, I really should do my history homework. I have two study guides, both of which are due tomorrow. Granted that I don't have history until sixth period, I should still do some of it to lessen the workload of what I will have to finish tomorrow...

Gah... Too lazy...

On the other hand, I've been typing away like crazy, especially since I've been exchanging emails with my friend Jess since around four PM, while updating my xangas and live journals, and writing a story for my other friend Mitsuki at the same time...

God I'm tired....

A Tenipuri FanFic

To: Mitsuki

~Hi, Mi-chan!

~You vanished so I couldn’t get you your ficcie! Oh, well… I’ll just have to give it to you here…



Atobe Miyuki Falls for Yukimura Seiichi (No, Really…)



“Miyuki, where are you going?” Michiko asked, as she turned away from Kotori’s match. Beside her, Shizuka glanced at them from behind her bangs.

“To see Eiji,” Miyuki said.

“And then you’ll come running back after twenty minutes, and back to Kikumaru’s match ten minutes later,” Shizuka said, “Pick a match and stick with it. Besides, we can see Kotori play at any old time.”

“But the intensity isn’t the same!” Miyuki protested.

“I’m not even going to argue with you, Miyuki,” Michiko said. “I don’t know about you, Shizuka, but I know that if I don’t leave NOW, Seigaku will be disqualified from the tournament.”

Shizuka smiled. “I don’t have to go until two, so I can’t leave with you, Michiko. Good luck at the tournament.”

“Aa. I’ll see you guys later!” Michiko called as she left the courts.

“I’ll come with you!” Miyuki said as she walked with Michiko in toward the exit, which was in the direction of the boy’s tournaments.

“Game, Seigaku’s Tenou! 4 games to 3! Change court!” the referee called.

Kotori stepped over to the fence, water bottle in hand. “So let me guess, Michiko left for her tournament, and Miyuki left to stalk Kikumaru?”

Shizuka smiled. “That’s right. Now concentrate on your match, senpai.”

Kotori grinned as she sipped from her bottle and set it down. “You’re the last queen here, Shizuka, so you better cheer!”

Shizuka waved a languid hand at Kotori, “Hai, hai…”

~*~

“Game, Todo Academy’s Shibuya, Hitomi Pair! 3 games to love! Change court!” the referee called.

“Ganbatte, Eiji!” Miyuki yelled while waving at her beloved as the redheaded acrobatics player sipped water from his water bottle.

The redhead grinned at her and winked while flashing a V-is-for-victory sign before joining Oishi, his doubles partner on the court. She admired her boyfriend’s profile and the way the sun reflected off his hair as Kikumaru discussed the next move with Oishi before the two took up their respective positions for the I-Formation.

~*~

Miyuki stayed until the Golden Pair had made a comeback before leaving to watch the conclusion of Kotori’s game.

In her haste to get to the girl’s side of the courts before her senpai’s game ended, Miyuki never noticed the tripwire that Kirihara had rigged to catch unsuspecting victims. Predictably, when her foot got caught in the tripwire, she fell forward.

“Eek!” she yelped, as she dropped her bag and closed her eyes, expecting the pain and smack that would come with hitting the ground.

Yukimura, who was talking to Sanada nearby, caught Miyuki as she fell. When she felt herself hitting something warm and firm instead of hard and unyieldingly cold, Miyuki opened her sea grey eyes and stared into the worried blue eyes of Rikkaidai Fuzokuchuu’s Yukimura Seiichi.

“You… You’re Rikkaidai’s…” Miyuki stammered.

“Are you all right?” Yukimura asked.

Miyuki could only nod in response, shock having stolen her voice.

“Miyuki!” Atobe’s voice said suddenly from be hind her, “Ore-sama never expected to see YOU cheating on Kikumaru! Na, Kabaji?”

“Usu.”

Miyuki moved away from Yukimura and turned to glare at her brother. “Onii-san! I was NOT cheating on Eiji! I just tripped!”

“And ended up in Yukimura-kun’s arms,” Shizuka said, approaching them from behind. “I think that basically equals cheating.”

“Nya! Minna is so mean to me!” Miyuki wailed.

“Kotori was right,” Shizuka said, “you’ve been spending too much time with Kikumaru. You’re picking up his habits.”

“Hmm… Ore-sama believes that you are correct, Magami.”

“Ara? What is everyone doing gathered here?” Kotori arrived, patting the back of her neck lightly with a towel. Her Regulars jersey was tied around her waist and the racquet bag was slung over a shoulder.

Miyuki instantly turned to her senpai, sea-grey eyes wide, and sparkling with unshed tears. “Senpai! They’re picking on me!” she wailed, burying her face in Kotori’s free shoulder.

“There, there,” Kotori murmured soothingly ass she patted her kohai on the back.

“Is the match over already, Tenou-san?” Yukimura asked.

“Aa. A Seigaku victory, three games to two.”

“To be expected from the Eldest of the Four Queens, the Formidable Captain of Seigaku,” Shizuka said.

“No one can beat Kotori in tennis, nya!” Miyuki said.

“Definitely turning into Kikumaru,” Shizuka said.

“WAI!!! Shizuka hates me!” Miyuki wailed.

“Uh… I don’t hate you, Miyuki…” Shizuka said nervously.

“Yay! Shizuka loves me!”

Major glompfest.

“Ore-sama is leaving,” Atobe announced as sweatdrops appeared on everyone’s head (except for Miyuki). “Let’s go, Kabaji.”

“Usu.”

“Okaaaayyyy….” Kotori turned and looked at Sanada, “Isn’t your match next, Sanada-san?”

Sanada nodded. “Aa.”

“Shall we go then?” Yukimura asked.

“Let’s,” Kotori said.

She called over her shoulder to Shizuka as she left, “We’ll go down to the archery range in about half an hour, Shizuka. Take care of Miyuki until then, will you?”

Shizuka’s head snapped up and dark eyes stared at Kotori’s retreating back in horror. “What? Why me?”

Kotori couldn’t resist a parting shot, “Have fun!”

“Ch-chotto matte, Kotori! Kotori! KOTORI!!!”

“Let’s go, let’s go!” Miyuki was bouncing up and down now. “Let’s go watch Eiji and Fuji whip Todo!”

Shizuka sighed. “If I have too…” and allowed her suddenly hyperactive senpai lead her to the tennis courts where their boyfriends were and would be playing their matches…



I hope you like it, Mitsuki!

Sincerely Yours,

Tenou Kotori Senpai

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I have another Enviromental Sciences project due... But my entire group skipped out on me... I have the powerpoint finished, I just need the bibliography, but I have all weekend for that. Our presentation will be on Monday, so there is more time to prepare... Joy...

I got stuck doing all the work again as well....

Wow... It's Been a While...

Wow.. It's been a whiloe since I updated, hasn't it? Sigh... Oh well...

Anyway, I have this cough that just WON'T go away....

On the other hand, I just finished a test, and I'm pretty confident that I did well... I must have been among the first five to finish...

Anyway, I have less than ten minutes to get this posted, so I'll stop with the small talk. I want more Prince of Tennis... I have up to episode 150, and I want to see more. My friend Peter is going to help me get the OAV and the movie, so I'm just waiting on my friend Mitsuki to download the rest of the episodes for me....

Then there is Kyou Kara Maou, I have up to episode 34, and I want to see more... I'm somewhat confused by the plot and storyline, but the anime is just plain funny, and I can't get enough of it!

I also want more Xenosaga. Peter was rather cruel, only giving me four episodes... Not that it matters, I would download the stuff myself, but my computer always corrupts the files somehow....

Anyway, I only have less than three minutes left to post this before the teacher kicks us out for lunch, so I'll leave off here and post...

But one last rant... I want more Tenipuri Doujinshi! Especially if its TezuRyo pairing! Pillar Pair forever!!!

PROJECTS, PROJECTS EVERY WHERE...

pROJECTS. GOTTA GO.

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