It's FRIDAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

And there's no school on Monday!!!!!!!!!!!

I should be really, really, really excited, but I'm o tired..... guah... and I have a ton of homework.... I mean, it's not all due next week, but it feels like so much...

And all my teachers seem to be loving group projects because almost all of my 6 weeks tasks are group projects. Ugh. Ugh. Ugh.

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My friends keep bothering me to put my drawings on Deviant Art. I keep saying no, but they keep insisting. And I keep insisting that I won't, but they keep insisting that I do. It's awful. Why do they want me to put up my artwork anyway?  They've already seen it. No need to let the rest of the world see it. Really, I do not want to give the whole internet world access to my awful scratchwork.

That's really all it is. It's something to keep my hands busy. It's easy, and doesn't require much effort or thought. I just draw to have something to do. They really have no meaning. They're just there. And they're happy just being there. There are enough artists who upload their work anyway. If I were to take a career in art, then, sure, I'd do it. But I'm not. Not drawing art. Literary art. 

And my friend got angry at me for saying that. Why am I not allowed to be honest? She also got pissed when I refused to obsess-- no, when I refused to be more dedicated to Sebastian from Kuroshitsuji. Jeez. 

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I cleaned my room for the first time in months.

I am tired. Really, really, really tired.

But my room is clean!

I'd forgotten there was an actual floor below my desk. 

It's covered with carpet and everything! Amazing, right?

Anyway, I am really, really tired right now, so I'm not gonna expend the effort to write another long-ass post. I'm sorry.

But, hey, it's less shit for you to read.

I'm so tired............... *dies*

In which I... do nothing, really... Just more long-winded ramblings... -.-

Oh, wow, September already...
*sigh*
Wednesday.
Almost over.
And then it'll be Thursday.
And then Friday
and then the weekend!!!!!!!


And then monday and I have to go back to hel-- school again.


I decided to use a planner for school there are so many assignments and due dates and deadlines. It has a section for internet resources, geography, and science/math. I kinda wish it had an address book as well, but ah well.
And in the front, for personal information, under "address" of school, I wrote Hell.
Yeah, not particularly creative, but it's sarcastic, and I bet at least one of you laughed. (You did, right? Right?)


In the science section, there's a guide for the human skeleton. And the thing's resting on a shovel. It kinda makes me think... Wow... did it just... dig itself out of its own grave? o.o


I really don't know why I decided to post... but last month, I was one post away from beating  the record for most posts this year, 16, in June, And in August. And the post that would have pushed me over somehow wasn't published...I clicked the button, I know I did. But it still came up under "draft"


Cuz I didn't feel like publishing it after so much time, I deleted it.
There was nothing important in there anyway, just more inconsequential rambling.
I think.
I'm really not sure.
It was pretty old, so I just deleted it without really looking at it.. o.o


Anyway, my all time record is for December of 09. 29 posts, meaning I posted every day except for two days. Ahahaha.
But that doesn't mean I'd just go and do three posts a day to make a record. 
No, my posts much have a point!


But then you just rendered your entire blog as unworthy of being posted.


Shut up. 


And in April of 09, I only did one post.
Heh....


So, I guess this post somehow turned into me rambling about how many times I post a month?


On average, I post nine times a month.
Actually, my calculator said 9.363636363636364 but you get what I mean.
I say nine because, well, you can't have half a post.


Au contraire!


Great, now he's using French. (By the way, I've been trying to find Death Note subbed in French, but I cannot find it anywhere. Light's laugh in the French version sounds so... guah...) 


Anyway, you can't possibly be trying to tell us that every bit pointless drivel you force down your reader's throats can actually count as a real, proper post, can you? They could only count as a third of a post at best. Don't be so cocky, you third-rate writer!!


Aw, listen to that harsh, unforgiving tone! I'm so proud!
Hey!
Don't steal my role!!


*Ahem*, before the two of you start bickering like children--


Shut up! You are a child! You're more childish than the imaginary friends you made up to make this blog more interesting! 


Gasp!!












*long moment of silence as the shock settles in*
He... he just...


HE JUST TOLD ME TO SHUT UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *cries*


Look what you did! You made it cry! 


Huh?! What?! No! It's not my fault! I didn't do anything to it!!


And now they're calling me "it"!!!!! 


Oh, the pain one feels when one's own creations turn on one!!
Oh, the pain! The sadness! 


Oh, suck it up. 
Be a man! 
But first, you might want to first be a human!


Oi
That was almost cheesy.
but it still hurt.
That's right! It hurts right here!
*thumps chest*
Ow....


Readers, am I scaring you? 
I hope I'm not.
Though, I've probably scared you enough already...
So you should be used to it!
Except for my newest followers.
They are not yet immune.
Yes.
There is time to train them...


Just kidding!


Or am I?? *dramatic bulgy-eyed look* *lightening*


Anyway!


Oh, wow, I wrote this much already...


Oh, yeah! 
I finished reading The Stranger by Albert Camus! 
And, it turns out, it does have the word "absurd" in there.
But once.
Only once.
'Tis forgivable, cuz it's still an awesome book. 


And I think I'm going to read it next year (I'm in 10th grade now)
Cuz a senior (I'm assuming she's a senior. She asked if she could call me Asian Girl. I said. I am indeed Asian, and last time I checked, I am a girl. But I probably won't respond. There are lots of Asian girls in this world) asked me if I was a junior when she saw that I had that book.


"No," I said in a flat tone.


"Then why're you reading this?"


Her loud outburst makes me taken aback. "Uh... it's a good book...?" I answer nervously, hoping that in answering, some huge foreign object would not come falling out of the sky and crush me where I stood. (Unless it was a magical huge foreign object that could magically GIVE ME MY OLD SCHEDULE BACK!!! I HATE MY SCHOOL!!! IF ANYTHING SHOULD BE CRUSHD BY A HUGE OBJECT, IT SHOULD BE THAT SCHOOL!!!!!! And yes, I am very aware that almost every other high schooler thinks the same. But, hey, it's within my rights. Freedom of speech. First Amendment. It is in my right to bitch as much as I want about a topic as inane as I want. So ha. Take that.) 


Why are you being so unreasonable?


Shut up. I've been in a bad mood since yesterday.


Noo! Really? I could never have guessed!!


Look what you did! He's all sarcastic now!! YOU WENT AND BROKE *LAUGH* GUY!!!


Oh, shut up. He's always been sarcastic. That's his job, to sarcastically play recorded laughter at all your lame jokes.


Oh...
*laugh*
Shut up.
*aw....*
Grrr...




Anyway, another senior told me that she read it last year for English. And they had to annotate it.
But I ain't writing in that book! The thing's for reading, not for writing on! That's what notebooks and blackboards (who the hell uses those anymore?) (shut up, me) and walls are for!


But since we got it at Half Price Books, there already were a few markings on it.
There weren't that many, so it was fine.
BUT I REFUSE TO WRITE IN THAT BOOK!!!! 




Heh, and I wrote even more on nothing.
It's almost amazing.
I click "new post" on my blogger dashboard and I start typing something, i digress from whatever the hell I'd wanted to talk about, even before I was anywhere near making my point, and then I remember something, and then I keep typing and typing and typing and typing, and voila!


A post! 


Ohh, it's long! I'll publish it! 


And that, Ladies and Gentlemen, is how I write a post for this blog.


As you see, no thought goes into these things whatsoever.
Even if I'm writing a narrative, they're all kind of mindless.


(and after finishing the Stranger, I kinda felt like the book was pointless... It was... is a very nice book, but just... kinda... pointless....) 


But I like things that are mindless. Cynical and a bit mindless. I like that. 




Where did "the only cure for stupidity is death" come from? I rather like that quote. (rather?) Shut up. 


But I think it's true. 
I am an idiot.
I have always been an idiot.
I will always be an idiot.
Hopefully, though, when I die, I will be less of an idiot so less people will make fun of me.




Wow, this is one of the longest posts I've written in a while.




How many of you guys actually read all this? 
Seriously. 
It kinda feels like when a teacher goes out, so they have a sub, and the teacher assigned some kind of packet or test. And then you go and actually do the assignment, only to find out later that you never really had to do it in the first place because it was all just busy work and it didn't even count for a grade.


This happened a lot in geometry last year.
The teacher still owes my class donuts. 


Aah, donuts...
Damnit, I want donuts now.


Oh, yeah! 
AAA sent us cookies a while ago as a thank you gift for staying with the company or something.
(What, did you really think I'd end there? No way! I'm on a roll! And I wonder if people still say that)
Guess how long a while ago was.
Two months.
Two months ago, they sent us cookies and we didn't get them til now cuz the post office never sent my mother anything to tell her that there was a package for her.
And she told me to wait until my father came home, cuz she's not sure if the cookies are okay or not.
but they're cookies.
With chocolate.
Damnit I want--
Oh, we have chocolate! 
*Will eat chocolate once done with this post!!*


Oh, a friend (would I call you a friend?) told me about this a while ago.
Go clicky! It's very funny.
http://outpostnine.com/editorials/teacher1.html
To go to the next one, you just go to the bottom and click on the link there.
I really like it.
Thank you, Devan Moss for telling me about this.
Since I'm not allowed to watch anime for a month I read that while eating dinner, and half the time I choke on my food cuz I'm laughing so hard... so sad... (All I did was neglect to print something until the morning!! WHY A MONTH???? [she might let you off for good behavior] If she ever does that, it's usually just one day before the end! And she never lets off for good bahavior!!!!!!!!)


Anyway, CLICK!!!

For some unfathomable reason (well, I think it might be because they're trying to level out the classes, but still.), they went and changed my schedule.


So, now, I have English with another teacher for 4th period. 
Y'know, I have nothing against English class, but this move made me lose the 1 (count it, ONE) class where I had a good friend. (WHY??? WHY MUST YOU DO THIS TO ME???) and I don't really like the teacher too much. I think if I had started out with her, I might have been okay, but she seems so strict and teacher-ly and not as easy to get along with as my previous teacher. *Sigh* Most importantly I NOW HAVE NO CLASSES WITH ANY FRIENDS!!! Sure, people I will eventually become friends with, and I people I know, but no friends. It's so sad. I'm so alone.


And now I have Business for 7th period. Good bye, B-lunch. Good bye friends who have B-lunch. (I think I'll either have C or D lunch now. Ugh) So, unless a friend of mine magically appears in that class with me, I will be completely and utterly alone. 


A friend also had her schedule changed out of the blue, and on the bottom, it said that it was so they could level the classes, so I highly doubt that they'd be so kind enough to give me my old schedule. 


WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY?????


In the beginning of the year, when I had English with a friend, I said, Hey. Maybe there's a God of English or Literature who likes me! So he put me in this class with a friend! And the God of School just hates me, so the rest of my schedule is like hell.


Well, where'd you go, Eigo-gami??? 
Wherefore dost thou forsaken me? 
Art thou not a God? Thy silence rings deafening within my ears! 
In the back of my mind, Oh, sweet memories! 
Aa!
But that is lost! 
I now standeth here on this mound of loneliness! 
Oh, fie! Oh, for shame! 
I standeth here, abandoned. 
Alone.
Alone! 
Oh, what pain it be to be alone! 


Blah, blah, blah, etc, etc, etc. 
I'd continue, but I don't want to rant for too long and  I don't feel like expending the effort to continue with some kind of fake, pseudo Shakespearean wordage. It's a pain, you know? 


Like the pain of having them do this to me! WHY??? Can't you just leave me alone? Let me be! The classes from which I was moved weren't even that crowded, anyway!! 


ああ，誰か助けて
でも
その言葉を聞った物はもないから。。。


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In French 3, we're reading Le Petit Nicolas et Les Copains. 
And there was one part where one person said "terrain vague terrible"
They were talking about an empty lot.
And she asked us, Is "terrible" (French accent) a good thing or a bad thing?
Bad thing! He said terrible, just like how Indigo said all the time in middle school! (Oi, are you there? Do you still say that?) 


Au contraire, said French-sensei, looking down at the papers on the table in front of her. Still in French, she trilled, "It's a good thing. Like how you're always saying "ass." Like a good-ass burger"


HUH???


"Like "stupid ass" is a good thing, but when you're using that with a thing, like a good-ass burger, it's a good thing, non?"


So, this was the first time we ever heard our teacher actually openly say a swearword, in English, in class.


It was quite amusing.
How do you say... You had to be there?


*Gets slapped*
Guah, I'm sorry!!! 


Anyway, I guess I should just accept my misfortune and move on with my life, eh?
[Yes!]


But, first, I will continue ranting.
Seriously, this is so no fair, randomly switching my schedule like that, why didn't they do that for people who wanted schedule changes--


*gets slapped again*


Damn, I was kidding!! 


*Slap*


Ugya!! 


All of a sudden, *laugh* guy became *slap* guy...


No, it's not me. I don't approve of violence. It's her.


Huh? I never did anything!


I see! 
This is all a part of your plot to overthrow me and take over the body!! You'll never take alive!!!


That's the point. I don't want you alive.


Uwah, such a fast, cold comeback!! 




Here ends my useless rambling (sorry...) and you may now go on with your day :)
Sorry I keep complaining so much. :(

Unreasonable

I guess unreasonable parents and siblings are really no big news, but I'm pissed today, so you can read through my whining and bitching about the unfariness of the world!
Or you could skip this post.
I really don't care either way.
I just feel like ranting.








I forgot to print something out over the weekend, so I had to print it out this morning.
And guess what?
The printer worked and everything went along smoothly!
Of course not.
The stupid thing kept jamming, and it kept saying "Black ink cartridge is faulty or not compatible with this printer" or "Color ink cartridge is faulty or not compatible with this printer"
That ink has been there for weeks and weeks and weeks.
And it wouldn't print, and my mother completely flipped out on me.
I told her I could just write it down instead.
And then she hit me.
(Sorry for trying to not waste time)
But, seriously, it was only one page long, and it's not like they'd care if it was typed or handwritten. It was preliminary research for my article (it's on the cafeteria workers.) 
So then my mother scre... told me to put it on a USB and connect it to her computer. I pulled out the one for journalism, because this did have to do with my journalism work, but she got mad at me for doing that. She didn't even let me tell her that yes, this thing is for the school newspaper, so it's perfectly fine if I used this. I wouldn't think about using it if that were not the case. 


So then, she finally got it to print.
And then we had to leave for school.
I hoped and wished and prayed that she wouldn't be the one to drop me off today, but no! 
Mommy dearest had to drop me off, probably because she wanted to yell at me more, for being such an irresponsible idiot, and for lying that I had my homework done.
But it was done.
I'd just forgotten to print it.


And, of course, came my punishment. 
A month without anime. (It would be just from the computer, but I need it for school, and I barely use it for anything besides anime, anyway)
A whole month.
You know, I always thought a week was the standard punishment. 
But, nooo.
A month.
A whole f*cking month. 


Really, all it took was 20 minutes this morning, and it could have easily been fixed if she had just been willing to listen to me. But she's just the type of person who's always soo convinced she's absolutely right and won't listen to other people because, Oh, she already knows everything, no one needs to explain to her! Stop explaining, bitch!
But, seriously.
A month. Was 20 of her (slight, slight) suffering really worth a month of mine? Is it? Really? Somebody tell me honestly, yes, this is totally fair. You pissed off your mother and wasted less than thirty minutes of her precious time. So, of course you deserve a month of no anime. 
Somebody, please, please tell me this is reasonable
So I can hurry up and check myself into a mental hospital.
This isn't fair, is it? 
Is it?


Yes, I admit, I should have tried to print it earlier, that I shouldn't have just put it off and forgotten about it until the morning it was due.
I get it, ok?
I'm not an idiot.
But is this tiny bit of negligence really worth a month? 


It's not even the fact that I'll have no anime for a month. I can live with that. I mean, I'm more afraid that if I stay away from anime too long, I might never go back.
But it's the principle of the thing. 
A whole month? Just for that?
She seems to like doing it a lot, so it must make sense.
Am I just going insane here? 




And today, my brother was in a really crappy mood as well.
I really have no idea why. He's always set off by the stupidest things.
He came into the car, and kept talking and talking and talking, despite the tension in the air from me sitting beside my mother and knawing off my lip and trying not to smash my head into the window. And he came up with these ludicrous reasons for seeing "hallucinations" that seem to often invade his vision. (You're playing too many video games, idiot. Quit watching stupid YouTube videos. I promise, they'll go away real soon) 


So then my mother interrupted him, telling him to clean his room, since he'd be more likely to see things if his room's messy. And then my bro got all pissed off, muttering about how "This is why I always talk in mumbles, cuz you care so little about what I have to say that you keep interrupting me! If you don't care, why should I talk at all.... *mumble mumble mumble mumble mumble*.........."
   
Dude, if you care so much about what you're talking about, then ignore the fact that you've just been interrupted and keep talking. Every single other human being on this earth has seemed to have mastered that. So why don't you? And if you already realize that no one cares about the inane things that are incessantly spouting out of your damn mouth, then quit talking! Quit being such a hypocrite! (Yeah, yeah, not so convincing coming from me, but I'll openly admit that I'm a hypocrite, and surprisingly more hypocritical than others. Hey, don't judge. It's probably why you followed my blog. Not directly for my hypocrisies, but for the style of writing my hypocrisies generate. Feel free to deny, refuse, reject, refute and repudiate this as much as you want in the comments section :D)


And when he came into the apartment, he stomped into his room, probably disrupted the sleep of several dead folk sleeping feet below the ground (we're on the 1st floor, though I'm sure the people above us probably heard it, too) and then slammed the door hard enough to make the apartment shake and make me fear that the roof was about to topple down onto my head and crush the poor living daylights out of me.


Seriously, over being interrupted?


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And this ends the part where I rant and rant and rant and rant and rant endlessly about how unreasonable my mother and brother are.
How many of you actually read that?
I'm guessing 0.
I'm hoping 0.
If you have time to be reading the complaints of a small, shallow existence like me, you really might want to rethink your life.


Okay, so maybe a lot of my posts do consist of much, much complaining, but still. 
I dunno, I was just in a really, really, really bad mood today.


And then Are-chan asked me to buy a Bankotsu keychain for her, and I was like "Aa, iya da, mendoku sai..." (Don't wanna, it's a pain)


But then she said she'd go to a con and buy all this Black Butler stuff and flaunt it in my face to torture me.
And so, being the totally not-self-controlled, hot-tempered, impulsive idiot I am, I shouted out, "OKAY OKAY I'LL BUY IT!!! QUIT BEING SO MEAN TO ME!!!!!!"
And she refused to apologize for being so mean to me.
"I'm still getting Bankotsu, so I'm not gonna apologize," she said.
But I don't know if my parents will let me buy it...
Aah, stupid printer!! WHY WHY WHY DID YOU HAVE TO RUIN MY DAY LIKE THIS?????????


It's all your fault anyway.


Mukyaa!! IT'S BACK!!!!


Quit making that weird sound.


What sound? Mukyaa?


Yes, that sound.


Oh... MUKYAA!!!!!!!!


Oi.
Anyway, you cant't blame the printer for it. It was because of--


THE PRINTER GOD!!!




Huh??


Yes! It's all because of the printer god!! He just HAD to make my printer NOT WORK and make my mother HELLA MAD AT ME for such a STUPID REASON!!!


Oi, quit acting like manga by DMP and putting emphasis on words. The readers'll do that in their head anyway. That just makes you look like an idiot.


Yes, I suppose. But it's very fun. You should try it. 
And I still say it's not my fault. Why does the Printer God hate me?


Oh, I can't imagine why. 


Fine, fine. I'll stop.

Guaaaah, all of a sudden, I have eleven followers

Hello.
I have 11 followers now.
How did that happen?
I mean, I was hoping I'd get an eleventh sooner or later, but that was fast o.o


Anyway, thank you, kelliannemarie, for choosing to follow my blog.
So...
Why'd you do it?
Gah, it almost sounds like I'm asking why you killed someone...
Still, really.
Why? 
Not that that's a bad thing, no--
That is a very good thing.
but...
still...
you may want to have your head checked...
If not now, you will probably need it later.


Anyway, thank you, thank you, thank you for following my blog. 
I hope you comment every now and then, maybe look back at older posts (but I wouldn't recommend it. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED) and... well... thank you.


Really.
You are a totally awesome person.
Just for following my blog, I say that. 
Yes. 


















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I had an odd dream last night.
Yes, very odd.


Most of you have heard me rant about Kuroshitsuji. It's a manga about a butler named Sebastian and is set in Victorian England. The second season of the anime started a while ago and it finally looks like it may start to have some kind of plot. (Yaay!!) 
(Go google it)


Anyway, for some reason, Sebby was in my dream.
But he wasn't even my butler.
He was the butler of a friend.
It was so sad.
And for some reason, Sebby was in love with my friend... (No, Sebby! You already have Ciel, you slut!) and I really, really, really wanted to tell him, "No! She's in love with Bankotsu!!" (Character from Inuyasha; she really is obsessed though. She was complaining to me about how her "daily dose of Bankotsu" was reduced... to every other day. Gasp! I know, right?) 


And it was so sad, and kind of amusing at the same time.
And there was a hotel, I think I was staying there with my family? 
And puppies.
There were these adorable puppies. I have no idea what breed, but they were adorable. And I hugged then and petted them and they were so adorable~
And Sebby carried me hime (princess) style three times in the dream! Three! It was wonderful~


But he still wasn't my butler. 
So I woke up feeling very, very sad and the opening for Kuro II was stuck in my head.
Aa, Sebastian... I wish you were real...
Only, don't eat my soul. Please. I mean it. 
You'll get sick.