Teeheehee XD

Imagining:

Me: Daddy~! I need to get a new Ipod since mine is all messed up.

Daddy: What~! You've only had that thing for three years!

Me: If you bring in the old one for recycling, it's 10% off, and it'll be cheaper than simply sending it in for repair.

Daddy: Oh, fine. Anything else?

Me: Yeah! I need a T-Mobile Sidekick! I also want a bluetooth headset, a Kakashi plushie so my Naruto plushie won't be so lonely, the three books by Susan R Matthews that you promised you'd buy for me four years ago, a thousand dollars for tuition and random pocket money, and a cherry red convertible.

Daddy: O.o

End Imagining....

XD Heehee ^^

oi... what a day...

Oi vey... I just finished a very long and taxing day... Quizzes in every class only to come home and get roped into babysitting a bunch of brats.

Well, the math part wasn't too bad. Pop quiz and I only got one problem out of five wrong, and even then it was still a 9 out of 10 since I messed up on the graphing... English 900 is nothing, just a writing lab, but really, just how stupid do they think we are? Who the fuck needs a library usage tutorial? English 1A is a completely different story. We had a quiz because apparently, no one was reading the assignments, and Cowper had us write 5-6 sentences about what we thought the chapter was about. Next thing we know, he's reading them out loud, and then making snide remarks about them. The rought draft for the Mind Paper is due in the next session, in other words, this coming Monday, but he hasn't given us so much as a prompt! How are we supposed to do anything without a prompt?! And he wonders why his English 1A students are doing worse than the English 400 students.

((BTW, English 1A is about critical writing, and students in English 1A are basically students who are qualified to take other college courses because we're supposed to be able to read the other coursework. English 400 is the lowest level of English PCC offers. I don't know what they do in there, learn to write maybe? I don't know, My English is at the 1A level.))

The kids were playing some weird mix of hide-&-seek and catch, and then out of nowhere, Abraham bites Katelyn in the arm. When Katelyn runs off to tell grandfather, grandfather makes Abraham stand next to the windmill in the backyard as punishment and the kid starts crying. Then at dinner, he wants Banh Out and starts crying even though his mom is making it right in front of him... Crybaby anyone?

In all, a very tiring and exhausting day.

Er... yea... Good morning...

So its any where between 10:30 and 10:35 AM, and I'm still at home. Well, for one thing, It's Faculty Flex Day, whatever that means. In any case, the Campus is closed, so whatever. I have a day off.

I keep looking at the clock and going, "OMG! It's so-and-so o'clock! I'm late!" before remembering that the campus is closed today. Am I absentminded or what? In any case, Uncle Qouc came over and was all, "Come over to the front. No one's there so you can Hang out," which literally translate as "Come over and help me take care of this brat!" cause Elizabeth was here well.

I did try to help out, but she kept crying~! I guess I can't handle babies... Well, I can handle them, but only when they're not crying and stuff. I have snot on my left sleeve cause Elizabeth kept wiping her nose on me.

In anycase, at least out here, I don't have to worry too much about my internet connection cutting me off. Now if I can only get my AIM to boot up and connect...

yea, I also reread some of the posts I had here, and I just keep thinking, OMG~! Was I really so stupid and whiney last year?! But oh well, I suppose everyone is entitled to some stress, and last year was my senior year... ^^; In anycase, I hope my more recent posts don't go along the same lines...

the things I put up with...

My driving instructor is late... again... Every single time, he's late anywhere from 5 to 30 minutes. It's been over three months and I've had only what? 7 to 8 lessons? Fuck it all!

My mother is racist and sexist.

I get rides from a friend, a MALE friend, and she goes ballistic. She sees the silhouette in the car, and flips and goes off on a spiel about how men are unworthy and stupid, and how if I want to be friends with a male, he has to be Asian, rich, and be a good boy. In other words, any guy with bulk is not a good boy, not Asian, and obviously not rich. Secondly, she goes on about how Mexicans (She includes Hispanics, Chicanos, Latinos, and Filipinos in this as well) are the epitome of evil, how all they want is to get in between a woman's legs, and how that's a bad thing. Then she goes off on a major spiel about how Asians are the superior race, and if I want to have a good future, I must marry one of our own.

Note that through all of this, I am going WTF?!

Alex is a good boy! I've known him for a while, and he's been nothing if not respectful! Hell, I don't intend to ever be in a relationship with the opposite gender or otherwise, so just calm the fricking hell down!

---Edit 4:18 PM---

My instructor finally showed up around 2:50 PM, and we finished around twenty minutes ago... Some stupid idiot stepped on the gas while we were turning onto Atlantic and Garvey, and if I hadn't stepped on the gas, they would have hit us! As it was, I had to cut off some Latino jackass who rolled down his window and screamed at us. Well, excuse me if I didn't want to get hit. And I only missed him (the Latino guy) by two feet. Why is it that every time I'm behind the wheel, near misses take place? If I'm not missing some kid on a tricycle by a few feet or hitting the curb, then I'm almost hit by some jackass who always yells profanities out the window or honks us.

In any case, my cellphone stopped working. Its not that my SIM card is loose, and it's not like it won't turn on or anything. I charged it just last night, so its not like its out of battery or anything. Its just that I cant call out, or receive any calls. Dad is so gonna expect a call from me.

I have my own little suspicions, and if I'm right, I wont be exchanging as many text messages with Alex anytime in the near future.

Random stuff in life

I updated~! Yeah, I know that the chapters were pretty short, but still~ I updated! In anycase, I have to get to class, so I'm gone. I'll update again later! ^^

---Edit 8:33 PM---

I updated Soundscape just now.

I can see the moon. It's big and golden, and it looks like cheese~! ^^

Ok, back to studying for my japanese quiz.

---Edit 9:20 PM---

What do you do when a random 38 yr old person IMs you and you're too nice to just say "To Hell With You~!" and block them after the first 5 exchanges?

---Edit 9:25 PM---

Ok, what do you do when your father signs on using your brother's SN and starts pelting both you and said random person with questions to which you're not paying much attention because you're studying for a quiz that will take place tomorrow?

...

My best friend is getting harassed and stalked by an old schoolmate. I can do nothing about since I am now in college, and he's threatened her that if she retaliates, he'll do inappropriate things to her. I know where he lives. He is so dead.

Dana Ryan Mills, you are so going down. No one, and I mean no one sexually harasses my friends and gets away with it. Watch your back bastard.

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

Just under one minute left

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.

Sterfish's Place

Sterfish's Place

kINDA A PLACE i JUST BEEN TOO... WAS INTERESTED, AND DECIDED TO STICK IT HERE FOR SAFE KEEPING. GOTTA GO FINISH THE PROJECT.
JA.

day two of the break

Found seven new cuts on my arm. My winter break is getting off to a very bad start.

It's Monday... ((Dejectedly)) Yay...

Oh, It's monday... Joy...

On the good side, There's only two and a half more days to go before break starts.

I'm very glad. My friend has loaned me some DVDs concerning the anime "The Prince of Tennis"

Mitsuki, Karen and Jessica will kill me, but good god! Tezuka, Eiji, Ryoma, Momo, and Fuji are so cute!

My friend Mitsuki is so mean though. I know I haven't seen all the episodes of Prince of Tennis... She doesn't have to be so mean and critisize me though. I know Ryoma cannot stay stoic and anti-social forever, yet she has the gall to critisize me! I asked WHEN it happened... episode number, not spoilers! Geez!

For my own happiness, and the happiness of whoever is reading this, here is a website for Prince of Tennis...

http://www.animechains.com/princeoftennis/

Another Dream, and a Terrifying Discovery...

I dreamed that I was in a large building, with many hallways. There were many doors, and there were little pads in the wall for codes and access cards. I was dressed in a formfitting suit similar to the synergetic suits in "Fafner in the Azure" and there were soldiers shooting at me with sub-machine guns. I knew they were firing sub-machine guns, even though in real life, I woould never be able to identify one... I was in front of a door, the door was shut, and I knew that inside was a computer lab, and my comrade needed time to download the files we needed and to compromise the system, and I was firing my own gun at the enemy.

I remember the door opening after a while, and my comrade, a female with black hair, about 5'3, with red eyes, japanese, dressed the same way I was, came out, and we ran down the halls. I got hit several times, and a few bullets grazed my left arm near the shoulder.

Then the entire dreamscape dissolved into a sea of red, the floor rippled and reflected my image at me, and it was raining blood. There were black feathers and rotting cherry blossoms floating past me on the shimmering red floor, and I knew that the redness was blood.

I started sinking, and I started screaming. The blood went into my mouth, I could taste it, and it flooded my nose. I was drowning in blood, I could see the feathers and rotting cherry above me, every thing was so red, I couldn't breathe or move... Then as my vision started getting dark, I woke up.

When I woke up, my left forearm was hurting, and while I was changing for school, I noticed that there were scratches on my arm near the shoulder. They were exactly where the bullets in my dream hit me, and one of them was still bleeding!

I don't know what is happening. Why am I dreaming such things? Why are injuries from my dreams translating into the waking world? Its fourth period, and my arm still hurts, especially when people in the halls jostle my arm.

I'm scared and confused. What's going on?

Another strange Dream...

I dreamt of money last night. I opened a textbook, my world Lit book, I believe, and found a 10,000 dollar bill... two of them!

And then, I put then inside a rat piggybank that belongs to my mother, at the very bottom! I don't remember dreaming anything else, but I know there was more...

I wish I could understand these weird dreams...

Anyway... I made a new xanga! http://www.xanga.com/AlexaClyne

My original xangas were http://www.xanga.com/LadyKamui16\ and http://www.xanga.com/EarthPrincess16

My live journals are http://www.livejournal.com/users/hitokiri07eva and http://www.livejournal.com/user/kunoichiyumemi

I know, I'm going overboard, but hey! I need an outlet!

I even have two quizilla accounts, under the names KunoichiUmi and MaskedGundam...

Anyway, Class is almost over, so I better go!

My nightmares just got worse

OK. I wrote in one of my previos posts that I had a horrible night mare. Well, guess what?

They just got worse.

Now, not only am I surrounded by my friends and family's bloody corpses, I see myself holding a bloody katana. I know the blood belong to the people on the ground, and the skin is flaking off my hands. My blood is black, and the area over my heart is black and rotting.

Does this mean that I am the one to blame for the horrors to come?

I hope not.

I know I hold people at arms length most of the time, but those whom I care for... When I care, I CARE.

Please let this be a warning and not a vision of what is to come...

I am scared...

What is MIR?

MIR is an entity which is around us at all times. MIR is a single entity, eternal and indestructable.

When we breathe, we inhale and exhale MIR. When we eat or drink, we consume MIR. Our material possessions and our sentinence is MIR. MIR is the gift of intellegance, the gift of choice, to choice our path in life, and to choose to exist in a world of conversation, or to choose not to exist in a world without conversation, in a path to the void.

Long ago, all objects and beings were one, and MIR was the source of the void. MIR manifested itself as the stars, which birthed the universe, and brought into the world beasts, plants, and minerals. With the birth of all things living, came also the birth of thought and intelligence. Mankind was born.

MIR is grafted into the very essence of our beings, and with MIR, comes the knowledge of existence and non-existence. MIR is life and choice. MIR is death and void.

MIR sustains life, and destroys it. At all times, we strive to become one with MIR. We may become one with MIR by choosing the path into the void, in which one embraces death. In this choice one loses all semblance of humanity, with neither need, want, nor desire. One who walks the path of the void knows nothing and everything, and they strive to return all things to the void, and they feel nothing, neither pain, nor grief, nor joy, nor sorrow. Those who become one with MIR through the path of the void shed no tears, feel no fear or rage, and are empty and nonexistant. They do not exist, and simply are. They know nothing of pain and experiance.

MIR sustains life and destroys it. At all times, we strive to become one with MIR. We may become one with MIR by choosing the world of conversation, in which one embraces life. In this choice, one gains a heart, and learn pain and experiance. They feel need, desire, want, loneliness, anger, hatred, joy, sorrow, grief, and shed tears. Those who walk the path into a world of conversation knows MIR, yet they do not know it. They experience MIR to the fullest extent, and do not know it. They learn and make mistakes. They perservere, and desire nothing more than to exist, to know pain and experience, to bring things into the world, and live before returning to the void.

MIR is a single entity which surrounds us at all times. MIR simply is, and is neither benevolent or malevolent. MIR is intent and choice. MIR is life and death. MIR is pain and experience. MIR is existence and void. MIR sustains life and destroys it. Mir is a single entity that existed long before time, and will continue to exist. MIR is the potential for life and the potential for death. Mir is a single entity that surrounds us at all time. Mir is eternal and indestructible. Mir is grafted into the very essence of our beings. At all times, we strive to become one with MIR, and are at all times one with MIR.

MIR is a single entity that surrounds us at all times. MIR is potential, eternal and indestructable.

A Foreshaadowing of Things to Come or is it Something Else?

I had a nightmare last night, and everytime I don't have something to do to, I see the corpes of my family and friends, lying in pools of blood, their skin pasty white with maggots and flies swarming over them, staring at me with blank glassy eyes. An ourouboros was hovering over them, and a circle of water was behind the ourouboros.

I don't know what brought that about, but I do know that something bad is going to happen soon. I don't dream often, and a nightmare is even more rare, and the few times I do dream, they are warnings.

I don't know why I had this dream. Why did the entity of MIR give me such a dream? Is what will be coming ahead so horrible that destiny and fate sees fit to warn me? I can't be sure. I have a horrible forbidding feeling...

I even woke up to find a spider on the wall above my bed. Another omen, a bad omen, and one that I cannot decipher.

In my dreams, I see what was, what might have been, what may be, what will be, and what IS. I can't know what I am being warned about, all I know is that it is a warning...

I hate to say it, but I am scared. I am completely terrified that what I have dreamed may come to pass. Illogical, yes, but when I dream, it's a warning or a foreshadowing. I am frightened...

To make things worse, I couldn't go back to sleep, which meant that when I dozed off in my classes, I saw the images of my nightmares. I couoldn't concentrate, and simply walking through the halls were torture, since every time I spoke with my friends, I see them as I saw them in my dream.

I am frightened. I know I will not have any sleep tonight, and I will not sleep well for many nights to come.

22 more days... lalalalala....

Giggles... 22 more day till christmas! I wonder what I'll get.

I hope it's books by Susan R Matthews...

I really want to read Prisoner of conscience, Hour of Judgement, and Exchange of hostages...

I hear that they're really good books, and the exerpts I've read aint half bad either...

If not, I'd love to get Sherwood Smith's Crown Duel and Court Duel... I loved the story when I borrowed the book from the library last year. Unfortunately, since the Bruggermeyer moved to Monterey Pass Road while the library is under constrution, over half of the books are in storage, so I really have no way to access it. I could always order it, but I don't think my parents would be extremely happy that I spent the money on something other than school books.

I will need that money for my schoolbooks next year, after all.

If there is any college that will take me, I hope to god that it is the Dominican in San Rafael or the Academy of Art in San Fransico. I wouldn't mind it if USC took me either....

I hate being a Senior. There's so much to do and so little time!

Time sure moves quickly, doesn't it?

It is December at long last!

Christmas is almost here! just a few more days!

Any way, I have a lot of homework, so I'll see ya all later!

ES Biome Project...

Do none of you ever check the blog? Tomorrow we meet at the library, at 11:00 AM. I may arrive a bit late, At 11:15 at latest.

Bring all necessary materials, money for copies, poster board, pencil, pen, paper, etc... Bring your textbook, and if neccessary, the prompt for the project.

Leave nothing behind, no matter how insignificant. It may turn out to be useful later on.

Yumemi

ES Biome Project

Sigh... For the Record...

Initial = ID

E.S.M. = Mitsui

A.L. = Aki

Q.Y. = Sora

P.T. = Yumemi

To whomever is doing interspecific competition... If you can find whomever is doing the food web, and if they are willing to switch with you, go right ahead. The definition of INTERSPECIFIC COMPETITION is MEMBERS OF TWO OR MORE SPECIES TRYING TO USE THE SAME LIMITED RESOURCES IN AN ECOSYSTEM. Whereas INTERFERENCE COMPETITION is a SITUATION IN WHICH ONE SPECIES LIMITS THE ACCESS OF ANOTHER SPECIES TO A RESOURCE, REGARDLESS OF WHETHER THE RESOURCE IS ABUNDANT OR SCARE.

Aki... I will let you slide, just this once, however... You had better get the work done! Our grade depends on this project! Please remember that!

Yes, Q.Y. Your ID here is Sora... And don't you DARE wahtever US, young man! Our grade depends on this project, or are you so eager to get a bad grade?!!! XC

ES Biome Project

For Enviromental Science, we have a Biome Project. Due Monday, November 28.

Aki
Sora
Mitsui

Codenames for my partners while we work.

For the members of my group, remember that I will check this blog every day at 11 AM and 5 PM. But that doesn't mean that you should not drop your summaries and plans here every day between 8AM and 9 PM over our five day holiday. Please remember that our grade depends on this project, and do remember to drop in.

Yumemi out.

College Applications... Scary...

IT has been a very long day and my family is badgering me about college apps and such. Evidently, they don't trust registering on the internet very much, and I'm expected to bring back home a few applications from the Career Center @ school....

Too badd I'm so nervous about such things, but I do need the applications to get into college...

Listing of colleges I want to Attend:

Dominican University

CalState LA

USC

UCLA

ELAC (A bit on the low scale, but hey! we can't have everything!)

Academy of Art, San Fransisco

UC Riverside (Not going to be easy to get into though, considering my grades and lack of SAT scores...)

I am a total idiot... Too scared to pick up college apps... Feh, coward...

Need scholarships, and grants, and possibly loans in order to get to school, but that's a total other story.

It's getting late, and despite the coffee and nap, I'm tired. See ya!

OMIGOSH! OMIGOSH!! OMIGOSH!!!

OMIGOSH!!! OMIGOSH!!! OMIGOSH!!! I cannot believe it! I just recieved an e-mail from a publishing company! They saw some of my work, and want to publish!

OMIGOSH! !!!O_O!!!

I cannot believe this!!! @o@ I'm so excited!!!

I only put up one or two chapters of a rough draft for some of my Stories, for http://www.FictionPress.net and several more chapters for my stories on http://www.fanfiction.net so I don't think that I really have that much to work with... But OMIGOSH!!!

http://www.xlibris.com wants to help publish some of my stuff! OMIGOSH!!! This is so cool!!!

Takes deep Breath...

I just hope all of this excitement didn't affect my ability to concentrate on my Accounting Test too badly...

But OMIGOSH!!!! I still cannot believe this!!! This is so very cool!!!

I will respond and accept, I think, and I'd love to be able to publish my work!

Mix It Up

Today is also mix it up day. I missed it since I was such a weakling and collapsed. damn it.

So very Tired

I was so tired... The fact that it's that time of the month doesn't help either. In fact, things got so bad, I collapsed in the middle of lunch! I spent the entire fifth period in the nurse's office! How could this have happened? How could I have been so weak!

So damned WEAK!!!

I am so pissed!

I know I am Strange, and I am Proud of it

I am a strange person I always have been. There is TREEsa at LiveJournal who is among some of the first to say so. there is another who said that I am psycho, but that was an annonymous comment.

Frankly, everyone is entitled to their own opinion, and I can't force anyone to be my friend if they don't want to. The world doesn't work that way, and it is certainly not my preferred modus operandi. If TREEsa wanted me to un-friend her, all she really had to do was ask. But she chose to wait until I introduced myself to her in order to make the request.

I am willing to let her rant and yell at me all she wants tomorrow at mix-it-up day, but I won't go near the music area, not unless it is for lunch or to go home after my shift at the library on Wednesdays.

I may be insane/psycho/weird/unique/odd/schizophrenic, but I'm not entirely heartless. I won't go over if she seriously doesn't want me to. All she really has to do is ask, and I will stay away.

I'm not like other people, I know it. Frankly, I'm not at all insulted by some of the things that people say about me, since some may be truth, and I accept it as a part of who I am. As for the other rumors, well, if it's false, I guess all I can really do is ignore it or smile in amusement, no matter how much it hurts.

TREEsa may not want to see me face to face, but honestly, there is no way she can avoid it. We could possibly see each other every day without fail and would never realize it. It is possible, considering the size of Mark Keppel HS, but not likely. Even if by some strange chance, we managed to avoid meeting each other face to face, we would inevitably meet at graduation.

It would be inevitable that we meet. We cannot avoid each other forever, and we would meet face to face, if only for a few seconds. We are both members of the graduating class of '06 at Mark Keppel after all.

I am rather... upset...

She knew my user name for the LJ, and she could have dropped off a comment requesting me to stop or un-friend her, but she refused. She waited until I introduced myself to really say anything, and frankly, it hurts.

I may sometimes be confused by what I am feeling, and I may consider emotion as a weakness, but I am only human. I may be able to prevent my self from feeling certain emotions, but I can still feel regardless of my ideals or beliefs. I am human, flesh and blood and bone, not stone. I can still feel, even if I wish I could not.

I am not insulted. I'm just... a tad... upset...

But at the same time...

I'm glad...

I'm glad that after a few online encounters, someone could see my uniqueness and comment on it...

I'm glad to know that I'm not just one of hundreds of mass produced humans made up of carbon...

I am not insulted...

I'm just...

A tad...

upset...

Why am I not allowed to change?

All living things change, whether physically or mentally. My mother, is accusing me of stealing her little piggy banks shaped like mickey mouse. So i might have lifted a few dollars from her purse as a child, but it's a phase that some if not all children go through! The one thing i hate most are people who think that a person is not allowed to change...

To pissed to write any more.

Yumemi out.

What are Emtions?

Love Fear Hatred Joy Anger Sorrow Pain Grief Indifference Confusion Nervous Coy Excited Bored Empty Disturbed Tired Shock Illness Love Greed Laziness Inspiration Desire Lust Loneliness Friendship Sadness

All signs of Human Frailty...

Humans are composed mostly of Carbon, composed of acids, bases, and proteins, along with a great many other elements.

But what about emotion?

What is emotion?

Is it the strange emptiness one feels when a dear friends leaves for home after a doy of playing on the computer at you house? Or is emotion merely a useless object that clouds judgement and hinders logical thinking?

What is emotion?

Is it a weakness?

Emotion such as anger causes brash and reckless behavior, causing a person to react without thinking, often times resulting in punishment or injury.

What is emotion?

Is it a strength?

Emotion such as love causes the desire to protect the object or person that is most prescious, even at the cost of your own life. It often ends with victory, the fullfillment of the deepest desires and happiness of the one in question... That is, if one succeeds in their task.

What is emotion?

Emotion is the driving force behind much of humankind's existence, causing society to change and fluctuate.

Without hatred and greed, there would be no wars and the human population would rise infinitly unless some natural cuase steps in to cause a decrease in the population, even thouogh it wouldn't help much in the reducing of the human comsumption of resources.

Without Love, desire, or lust, the population would decrease, without any future generations to continue our existence unless humankind were to reproduce through cloning or with some other technology.

What is emotion?

Emotion is the fluctuation in hormones and brainwaves, sending messeges through the nervous system to different parts of the body, releasing hormones and adreneline, causing the changes in mood and behavior.

What is emotion?

Emotion is the...

Emotion is...

Emotion is FEELING.

What is feeling?

Feeling is...

Emotion is not logical.

Feeling is not logical.

Emotion and feeling are instincts.

What are Insticts?

Instincts are the inborn tendancy to do something, to run, to hide, to fight, to eat, to mate.

What are emotions?

Emotions hold no logic and cannot be effectively described or analyzed.

If Emotions are not logical, how can they be trusted?

Emotions are not logical and cannot be trusted. But because Emotions stem from instinct, emotions are trusted.

Emotions...

I have supressed my emotions as to not beable to fall prey to the weaknesses that come with it, but with the supression of emotion, comes also the blindness of fools and the weaknesses of having no instict as a guide. I have no emotions, I need none.

Year Book Pix

Year book pictures. Gotta go and get my Senior T-shirt from the student store. Bells gonna ring. Post again later.

Yumemi Out.

Emotional Topic of the Day!!!

I'm feeling really bad, kinda depressed. As such, today's emotional topic is depression.

Everyone feels depressed at one point or another. Depression is stemmed from guilt and loneliness. Depressed people have a tendancy to try to kill themselves. Masks are usually a front used to hide depression from friends and family, so people close to the depressed person never realize that something is wrong until it is too late.

In scientific terms however, depression is caused by an imbalance in hormones.

In my own terms, depression is caused by a lack of something in life, something that is deperately desired but unacheivable. Depression can cause disorientation, lack of interest, fatigue, and suicidal tendencies, as well as unpredictable mood swings. Then again, the ladies may just be PMSing, and the guys may just be plain old fidgety since they haven't had any for a while.

Ducks and runs from murderous readers...

Depression can be a great number of things, and the definition of depression is different for each person....

Grins and bows...

So ends today's lecture. Now if you will excuse me, I'm going to go drown myself...

Hello! Accounting hour, yep yep

http://livejournal.com/users/KunoichiYumemi

My second LJ account, yay!

Look outside!!! It's Cold!!!

Wow, it's cold outside...

Grins... It's a beautiful Sunday night! The night sky, the cool air, the wind whistling through the trees, the smell of whatever is left of dinner, my cat in my lap, my dog whining for attention in the backyard... It's just so beautiful out here...

I just ate, now I'm hungry again. that's just insane. IF i keep this up, some one will have to roll be to school, I'll be so fat...

My mother is insane... She's accussing me of insane things...

There is this one guy at school called Chris who won't stop bugging me... Ok, wait, that's not true. He was once one of my friends, a potential BF, but then, I don't feel comfortable around him anymore. It's official, we may make a good couple, but it won't work. I cannot be near him without feeling uneasy, as if something is way off.

Chris, if you are reading this, I'm very sorry, but it just won't work. WE won't work. Let's just be friends and say hello in fourth and leave it at that. No more walking me home on Mondays, Wednesdays, or Fridays. Leave that to Dana, insane little creature though he may be.

Tomorrow is Monday, and I am NOT a happy little senior...

Live Journal

My mother is being a bitch again... She threatened to take away my laptop becuase I am on the computer too often. Well excuse me if my teachers like my papers typed instead of handwritten. I certainly cannot help my teacher's preferences where my schoolwork is concerned, and the bitch just goes on and on about my writing "USELESS STORIES"

HELLO!!! I'm not writing stories half the time! I'm typing up reports and labs and papers for my teachers! Incase she hasn't noticed, half of my grade in most of my classes are in written reports, and most of my teachers grade on neatness, in other words, whether the paper was typed or written.

What an idiot...

Anyway, here's a question to be answered...

First, go to my live journal via link above, which is the title, LiveJournal. read my most recent entry, then answer the following question...

in most anime, there are at least one character who is detatched, aloof, and emotionless, and believes that emotions are weak. I personally feel the same way. What do you think? Is emotion a strength or a weakness?

Write as much or as little as you like. I don't really mind much. I just want to know other people's opinions on this topic.

well... See ya!

Accounting test

tired.

looking at an interesting site, http://www.arborbooks.com

yeah...

working on my site, http://www.geocities.com/kunoichi_umi/White_Mage_Tales.html

I need help... Lots of it. I can't get past the first page. Please, can someone help me?

Woke up late today, six twenty, yet miraculously, I managed to get to school about ten to fiftewen minutes before zero period began.

Food festival up next. Looks like I'll be heading down to the art club's table first. It's only fair that I participate at least marginally.

Class is about to end. I'll post again later.

Firstt of November

Tired.

My alarm went off around four in the morning. I know I set it for five...

Anyway, my eardrums nearly burst while I was looking for the stupid alarm clock. It was almost half an hour before I was coherent enough to realize that the clock was on my desk. I was so close to a nerrvous breakdown!!! God I'm tired. I guess I'll just go to sleep...

Saturday before Halloween

I'm tired. Halloween is almost here, and it looks like I'm going to be a witch or a princess... My costumes are so very stupid...

I'm confused about how I feel right now... My heart is beating really fast, and I can't breathe. I know I'm not feeling excited cause I can sit still, and I don't feel disgusted, cuase I'm not sneering at the laptop. I'm pretty confused...

I'll post again later when I can figure out what the hell is going on...

Another thing...

My laptop is acting up it seems... I can't access my e-mail, and I can't IM my frieds. What's a girl to do?

Anyway, at least I still have access to some websites... I'm really depressed... god only knows that it takes forever in order to get into certain sites, and the school computers block other sites... sigh...

Any way... I'm gonna go. for real this time...

I am really going to snap if something isn't done...

My mother is a racist bitch. One of my dear friends, Mitsuki, lives on College View ?Rd? ?Drive? According to my mother, that area's mostly populated by hispanics, so she automatically assumed my friend was hispanic. My friend Marrissa is Japanese dammit! I told her that she was wrong, and she had the audacity to yell at me and threaten to not allow me to go out with friends! I didn't do anything wrong! She's the one playing RACIST!!!!

Stupid racist bitch!

I can't believe that I'm related to that-that THING!!!

To make things worse, she's taking a break, so I'll have to deal with that RACIST since she'll be home everyday for the next week.

Seriously... First I have to deal with a delusional boy, now I have to deal with a racist bitch of a mother. Do I have the worst luck or what? If things keep up the way they are, I'm going to snap, and it's not going to be pretty.

I have school tomorrow, so I'm gonna go to bed...

I am at the Limit of My Patience

Dana Ryan Mills is such a damned ass. He doesn't like it when I call him ugly? Well, too bad, cause not only is he uglier than hell, he insults ME every time he says that I'm genderless.

I'M NOT FUCKING GENDERLESS ASSHOLE!!! I'M A GIRL! AND I AM AT LEAST ACCEPTING OF HOW I LOOK!!!

**Deep breath...**

If he doesn't realize how stupid he is, I'm going to kill him. I swear to the God that I do not believe in that if he tries to pull anything funny, I will rip him to shreds.

I mean, come on! He has a family, and he dares suggest that he was abandoned by his family? I mean, puh-lease! I've met his family, and they are the last people who would abandon a helpless baby. I only tolerate him because we happen to have mutual friends. If Sana and Sanchi were not my dearest friends, I would have left that circle of insane idiots a very long time ago.

And you know what's worse?

I FEEL SORRY FOR HIM!!! I FEEL SORRY FOR THE FUCKING ASS SINCE HE IS SO OBVIOUSLY DELUSIONAL!!! I CANNOT BELIEVE THAT I FEEL SORRY FOR HIM!!! THAT IS SO UNBELIEVABLE!!! I CANNOT BELIEVE THIS!!!

**Deep Breath...**

OK....... I'm calm.... I'm calm...... My soul is a still lake....

I JUST CANNOT BELIEVE THAT I FEEL SORRY FOR AN ASS LIKE DANA RYAN MILLS!

**Deep Breath... Calm down... Deep Breath...**

I tolerated him for as long as I possibly could, but I'm at the end of my tether here! He's so very imbedded in his delusions, he tries to draw other people into his dream world! I honestly have to wonder how I can actually put up with that boy! He's creepy, and he's constantly covered in cat hair! Hell, he smells of cat food! He's convinced I'm some sort of supernatural creature, and a Queen of Elves to boot! Hell, He's watched Crest of the Stars so often, that he's become convinced that he's the emperor of the Ahb Empire!

Dee-lus-ion-nal!

How can he actually believe that he is a character of an anime!

I cannot believe him! He even has the damn audacity to believe that I'm engaged to a bunch of anime characters! He's making me look like a fucking slut! Well, one thing is for sure, if something like this happens again, I'm going to rip into him so badly, that not even God will be able to find all the pieces.

Accounting is killing me!!!

I'm so very tired.... Accounting is hard now! **SOBS**

My classes are killing me!

I can't take it anymore!!!!

You know, I think the most that I have ever done with this blog, is complain...

Oh, well...

Anyway, I have some work due at the end of the period, so I'll update again later.

Umi out.

Friday

I'm tired, I'm hungry, and most of all, I'm cranky, nauseaus, dizzy, headachy, and sick. Can anyone beside my friends see a reason why I'm in a bad mood today?

Anyway, it's Friday, so there really isn't much for me to complain about...

Anyway, Senior year, and I have a bunch of things to do. I'm swamped beyond words, and I also have to do the college applications, send in requests for financial aid, and I still have to take my SATs. Looks like I'm stuck with a junior college. Bleargh......

I just want to eat, and then get some sleep...

So tired...

So hungry...

Oh, well... At least this is fourth period. Lunch is right after this...

Anyway... I got an A! I actually did well on my chapter 5 test! Well... I actually needed four to five tries before I managed to get the equation to balance... I just an so happy that we didn't have to analyze the transaction... I didn't catch that at all.... I have no idea how to analyze any transactions... Of course, I might get it if I read the book...

Anyway... I don't seem to do anything but complain lately, do I? I'm pretty damn stupid and childish sometimes, aren't I?

Anyway... I am in the middle of taking notes for my accounting class, so I'll post again later...

Yumemi Out.

DEADLINE!!!

Deadline is coming for college applications. I haven't taken my SATs yet...

I need Algebra II to get into a CalState, but Algebra II A isn't going to cut it. It's too late to transfer... I have to wait until second semester, and by then, I'm going to be really far behind...

I am so screwed.

BTW rain today. Thunder during sixth period caused a blackout, and the teacher STILL made us work... Talk about unfair...

Anyway, I've got alot of work to do , so I better leave.

Good night!

Yumemi out!

Wednesday...

So it's wednesday... two more days till the weekend! Anyway.... I think I might have come down with a slight cold...

Anyway... I'm rather tired... but this isn't unusual, especially considering my schedule lately. My Zero was rather interesting today, and I've started on catching up with the rest of the class. Not that I'm lazy or anything, Its simply the fact that I started the class a bit late.

Anyway, I managed to unearth my friend's email, one that had been missing for quite a while. I'm very happy, and I've sent her an email. I'm expecting her to reply anyday now. Anyhow, I'm gonna go now. I still have some classwork to finish...

Tuesday... three more days to go...

So, fourth period... And it's tuesday! yay!

I can't believe how quickly time flies... Middle of the quarter already...

I could have sworn that School had started only yesterday... Well, I KNOW school didn't start yesterday, but it feels like school only just started...

Anyway... I'm in the middle of accounting, and the teacher is coming around, so I'll post again later.

Another Monday

So, It's fourth period, and as usual I'm hungry.

I know what you're thinking, you're always hungry at fourth period.

I know that it's usual. But still, add that to how tired I am because of zero period, I doubt that I can live that long. Nevertheless, I really have to start doing my homework, since warning notices are coming out soon. I really don't do well in Algebra, math was never my strong point.

Anyway, I borrowed an Rurouni Kenshin Manga from a friend called Sydney. I was going to return it to him this morning between zero and first, but I couldn't find him anywhere near the bungalows at the PE area. Sadly, if I can't find him, I con't return the book, and I can't borrow any more of the Rurouni Kenshin Mangas.

It's been a full week since I've started zero period, but I don't think I will ever get used to getting up at five, then arriving at school at six-thirty. I've been napping in my second period lately, but that's not at all a good thing. I've been missing out on a lot of things that way...

Like today, we were going over the things we ned for the upcoming test, but I fell asleep. I barely took any notes, and the teacher was giving us the answers to the test too!

Anyway, I really hate my zero nowadays. I mean, as much as I like Drafting, I really don't need the added workload. I have a lot of work to do, and yet, I can't finish anything unless I go without sleep, but considering my schedule, tha's not an option.

I can compromise, do some work at school, finish the rest at home, get at least five to three hours of sleep in the meantime.

I have a site that I'm working on, but considering my workload, I doubt that I'll be working on it for a very long time. But I suppose that it would be a good thing if I get all my work done.

Anyway, I finally have someone my age to IM me. My friend Christopher. Anyway, we're chatting right now, while I'm updating this blog. For those of you who are waiting for my other blog, which I have under a completely false name, it won't be updated anytime soon.

I can guarentee that I will have the next chapterr for WhiteMageTales out by Friday... If people like it, I'll publish it on FictionPress.net

Meanwhile, I'm gonna go do my livejournal...

I HATE BOYS!

I UTTERLY HATE THIS ONE BOY I KNOW! He is insane, and thinks he is the emperor of the AHB empire. His name, is DANA RYAN MILLS. He thinks that I am engaged to Athrun Zalla, Heero Yuy, Duo Maxwell, and am best friends with Elrond, Galadriel, Arwen, Aragorn, and that I am his cousin.

He is convinced that he is married and that he has memories of his past life.

OK, let's set things srtaight.

ATHRUN ZALLA is from Gundam Seed Destiny, and thus, not real.

HEERO YUY and DUO MAXWELL are from Gundam Wing, and thus, they are also not real.

ELROND, GALADRIEL, ARWEN, AND ARAGORN are from the Lord of the Rings, and so they too, are not real...

AND LAST BUT NOT LEAST... Last time I checked, my mother's side of the family was vietnamese, and my father's side was pure Japanese! I am by no means White! Not a single ounce of my heritage comes from anywhere near Europe!

Have my rant gotten old yet?

If so, sorry, cause I'm not done.

He is uterly insane, and he lives in this weird fantasy world. He is convinced that I am immortal, and that I am his spiritual guardian.

What the fuck is he smoking!!!???

I mean, immortal? I wish!

Bell Schedule for Earthquake drill

There is to be an earth quake drill tomorrow. Just to remind myself, here's the schedule.

Period Time
0 6:43 - 7:30
1 7:41 - 8:27
2 8:34 - 9:20
3 9:27 - 10:13
4 10:20 - 11:10
drill 11:10 - 12:10
lunch 12:10 - 12:49
5 12:57 - 1:43
6 1:51 - 2:37

First Day of Zero

First day of Zero Period. I got up at five in order to get to school by 6:30.

It's fourth Period now, and I'm very tired. I'm also hungry, but this is fourth period, lunch is just after this, so that's nothing unusual.

If I feel this tired four periods after Zero, I dread to think how I'll feel by the end of the week. I already look horrible with the dark circles under my eyes, and I'll probably look worse by the time Friday comes around.

I just finished my practice test, and I got everything correct. Sadly, I had to redo everything at least twice before the equation would balance. Anyway, the bell is about to ring, so I'll post again later.

I have a zero period

My counselor gave me a zero period today. I can't blame her, seeing as I'm fifteen credits behind. But I will put up with it. I do want to graduate after all.

Seventeen at Long Last!

I'm Finally seventeen!

Happy Birthday to Me!!

Good day vs Bad Day

This morning, I spoke with my mother about the SATs, and she had the gall to yell at me. She yelled at me. I just wanted to know when she was going to sign me up to take the SATs.

What type of parent YELLS at their kids just because they want to succeed?

The way my mother has been going on, you'd think that she doesn't want me to succeed.

Most parents want their kid to succeed.

What type of parent is that?

My life is seriously warped.

I utterly love writing. I even have my own little profile in fanfiction.net

You can find me under the penname KunoichiUmi

Anyway, there is an anime club meeting at lunch today. I'm not quite sure if i want to join or not, but i do know that I'll spend a part of lunch in the library, and if not the library, than either in 145 or in the cafeteria.

Anyway, has anyone noticed that I've mostly been posting while I'm in class?

Geez.

Talk about inconsistant.

Any way, I've also got an account at fictionpress.net

You can find me under the penname KunoichiUmi

If you can't get me, then either put in an under score or a space when you use the search engine.

Sigh.

Period four.

Just a few more minutes and I can go to lunch.

I can't wait. I'm absolutely starving.

I was so pissed off with my mother this morning that I threw away my breakfast without eating it and came straight to school.

I threw everything into the trash, bowl, ceral, milk, spoon and all.

Teehee!

I never thought that accounting could be so confusing!

I never thought that accounting could be so confusing! I think I prefered the lessons from the beginning. they were much easier back then. I'm really tired now, though. I want to have lunch, but I know that I won't have any, considering that I haven't done any of my Algebra II homework just yet. I hope that Mr. Luk won't start walking up and down the aisle to check if we have our homework. God only knows how badly I'll fail the class if he did.

Anyway, I really need a break. I can't survive like this! I really need to find friends who won't try to kill me at the drop of a hat.

Knights of the Zodiac

I've finally managed to get Knoghts of the Zodiac from my friend. Finally! I actually had to call his parents and ask them to remind him to bring the manga. Then, I'm talking to Sana and Sanchi about Belgerion, and Dana actually has the gall to try to push me down the stairs! Some friend. I may not be the smartest person in the world, but I do know one thing, real friends don't try to kill each other!

Damn, lesson started. I'll post again later.

Yumemi out.

Afterschool at the library

I was so busy at lunch time, that by the time I finished my assignment, there was no time to eat. Now I'm hungry.

I'm currently at the school library, voluntering. I really hope that one of these days, I'll be able to find a good set of manga at library. I do hope that I'll be able to find Tokyo Babylon volume 2 before I graduate.I'd love to read it.

Actually, it would be more responsible if I was more worried about graduating instead of what books I hope that I'll beable to read. I mean, honestly, what kind of senior am I?

Anyway, I figured out how to determine the balance for a T account. It was pretty easy. I also have to teach Veena how to work Excel to complete the chapter three work. Me myself, I was shaking all through the lesson. I didn't want to teach her the wrong thing by accident.

Anyway, I have an Algebra II test tomorrow. I really hope I pass, cause I honestly don't want to stay afterschool with Mr. Luk, even if it is for tutoring. But I also was to pass, and I want to graduate. AHH!!!

This is actually one of those circular thoughts. You think one thought, it leads to another disturbing thought, that one leads to another one, and that one leads you back to the beginning, and everything starts all over again. This makes my head hurt... @o@

Anyway, I have a minimal amount of homework today, and I'm just really glad that I can get them all done during school, resulting in only one or two assignments to take home, hopefully without aby books. I mean, hello! Anyone tried carrying home six very heavy books for twelve blocks?

It's very painful.

Trust me.

Anyway, the library is closing. So I guess I'll post again later.

Ja!

Anything but Classwork!

I love Kenshin (A character in one of my favorite mangas). I really shouldn't do things like this during class, but hey! This is the only class during which I actually have acess to a computer. Lunch doesn't count as a period.

I'm totally confused now. Serves me right for not paying attention. But I'm sure that given time, I'll understand everything. Sadly, I don't have time. Not much, anyway. I can always get the first part, but I can never catch the end, when we balance every thing. I try, but I just can't catch it! It's just so frustrating!

I'm gonna post this now, and go ask for help. I'll probably post again later.

I really should do my classwork

I really should concentrate on my school work, but honestly! I can do the work easily at home. I'm not as lazy as I seem. I just don't know what to do. I miss some of my friends in the second period Accountin. they were a lot of help. They actually bugged me to do my work in class. Damn, I really sound whiny, don't I? Hmph.

Anyway, I really can't get onto my Xanga. This really pisses me off. All Xanga is is a journal of sorts. and the school labels it e-mail and chat! It's blocked! I am so totally pissed!

Change of Periods

I honestly hate my life. My own classes have all been switched around. I really hate Algebra II, and now, when I'm in my last year of school, I'm stuck in Algebra II two years. Plus, my schedule has been changed for the second time in the past week. Enviromental Science is still my first, but my second period is now Economics. Third is still World Lit, but my fourth period is now accounting. Fifth is now Algebra II, and sixth is still American Lit. my old scedule was as follows:

Period Class

1 Enviromental Science

2 Accounting

3 World Lit

4 Algebra II

5 Economics

6 American Lit

Big change, huh?

I'm also low on credits, so I'm in a bit of a jam. By the end of the school year, I'll probably be missing about ten elective credits.

Honestly?

I am really pissed. I should have done better, I could have done better. Of course, it's a little late for that. I'm not happy, but if I can find someway to put up those credits, hopefully in summer school, I'll be happy. Speaking of summer school, can a senior even take summer school?

If not, then I'm seriously screwed.

Second Period: Accounting

it's amazing how quickly life can go downhill. I lost my binder yesterday at lunch, and i only recovered it when I got into first period this morning. I'm very lucky that I had a minimal amount of homework yesterday, and it's nothing due in the first two periods. Anyway, any home work i had has been finished in class, thank goodness for small favors.

Anyway, I just finished taking my practice-test for accounting, and there was only one small mistake, which was easily fixed. I left off a negative when there were two assets. A small and careless mistake, but it was easily fixed, and the equation is balanced. Accounting is easily one of my favorite and easiest classes by far. Easy A.

So, I also have bad news. I'm doing very badly in Algebra II, and I need it to get into Cal State. I'd take Algebra II two years, but I'm in my senior year, and it would be highly embarressing to end up as a Super-Senior.

Besides, if I don't graduate... I'll never get my novels by Susan R. Matthews. However, that is irrelevant. If I work hard, I hope to at least pass Algebra II with at least a C or a D. I'll settle for a C, thanks. I want to graduate, and I must not let senior-itis get to me. I CANNOT!!!

Is it obvious that I'm on the verge of a nervous breakdown yet? HA! only two-three weeks into school, and I'm on the verge of a nervous breakdown. Pathetic, really.

Anyhow, We're checking the practice test now, so I'll post again later.

Yumemi out.