School, What a Drag

Haha, but what would everyone think if I suddenly decided to go drag? x]oh dang. Now, where was I?

Ah, yes; school was it?

I'm a junior. GAH! Who else feels old? T-T; I expect a buttload of homework this year (buttload < shitload < crap ton). I got intro to business, but I've had enough of raging about that. Tired I am of school. 4 days in and I'm willing to give up. I'M LISTENING TO ASIAN MUSIC AGAIN FOR CHRIST'S SAKE! That's got to tell you something; it is very good Asian music though (omg, who killed cupid?). JolinTsai; talented, but it's uber unbelievable that she won the Taiwanese female vocalist award thingie. Rigged.

2. Calculus AB-AP with Ms. Thieu, who is so unbelievable minus the fact that she has way too many odd posts and scans posted for us to do..how am I supposed to do blank worksheets? ._.
3. APUSH with Mr. D; it's nice to know that his cats eat homework and all those random facts about Ms. Hermatz, but okay..
4. Intro to Business with Ms. Perez; I can't drink water, I can't put my head down, I have to push in my chair..so the last I don't mind, I still find this class not worth the effort.
5. English Lit/Comp-AP with Mrs. Arbizu; god, I love this class<3 I expect it to be insanity though. Please bless me with good grades, great writing skills, and reading that won't put me to sleep; never mind the fact that I am, in fact, a Buddhist (x
6. Bio with Mrs. Taylor, which is alright. The class is pretty easy, but I'm pretty isolated by myself in the front. Now how does that work? =[
7. Spanish 3 with Ms. Reid; this class would totally make my day if only SHE wasn't in it. F'reals, who the hell does she think she is?? -________- At least Ingrid and Kristine save my life here. And it's kind of awkward due to some other stuff, I really don't know..and the class is LOUD<3

I want/need and art/performing art class though. Hopefully they'll give it to me. I already have my schedule all planned out for senior year. I don't want it screwed up because of unforseen scheduling problems >_< GAH!

Must prep for SATs; wish me luck everyone.
~me

What..? But not in the Butt.

Feeling at a loss. Depressed? Hardly. Content? Barely. Should this summer have been any more eventful? I feel I've a lot of unfinished business. What have I to say about summer '08?

Flushing my thoughts right out the keyboard: wasn't as great as '07, damn i didn't get to see wally!, ap hw unfinished, finished drivers ed, when do i take the written test, why won't anyone let me out?, i'm dying of boredom but i am not bored, batman was..who cares? it was all about joker, princeton review..does it really help?, HELP!, gah, ohsht..that, summer school was the highlight, how sad, sure there's more.

Besides that~
I think it's imperative to inform everyone that I've RUN OUTTA MANGA TO READ. Yes, I know. I'm pretty picky out what I read, so I was planning for this day to come; but now that it actually has..? Oh noes!

Fashion week coming in September. That's something to look forward to.
Oh, and school. >_< style="font-style: italic;">everyone, minus IT. Okay, minus IT and a lot of others. Insignificant others; leave my ignorance be.

shallow as a shower, damn them all!<3
ms rainclouds
who almost signed julia [x

Cute

Cute is what they aim for, but they sure don't let that get to their heads. "Curse of Curves" is so true. Okay, okay, so maybe the song is really old- doesn't mean its message isn't valuable. Girls today are so shallow. "Provacative and talkative," I believe those are more personal values; why does everyone associate them with physical attributes. Females (and males, for that matter) don't have to be drop-dead gorgeous to be admired. There's so much more; and I'm not spouting that "You're beautiful inside" bullshit.

=P

A poem

Though I'm no poet, don'tcha know it? (;

You've got my head, heart pounding
Every night silent screams; your name
But where do I stand if it's all the same?
Dear you, how do you feel
Seeing my tears
Untold, my secrets, harbored fears.
Inside, I'm not that strong
Afraid to let you lead me on.
Just like any other, tearing me to bits
Wonder if I'll ever be missed, by you
One I kissed
Do tell; where do I stand.
Lost, hoping, take my hand
Anyone, one hopes its you, questing, what can I do?
Scream but for naught.
Ever was it me you sought?

Back to what's at hand [=

Smile; there's nothing that makes me happier. Except maybe my new Nokia<3
Back to Kenneth and Mora ^o^b
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Mora opened her eyes, only to see- darkness. Sitting upright, she had the oddest feeling that something had gone terribly awry. The last thing she remembered was talking to the Vaek ambassador at the infirmary. How'd she end up here..where ever here was?

Muttering, "Light," under her breath, Mora took out the crystal around her neck, which had lit up, as if from within.

She looked around: wall, straw, more straw..a boot..

Mora did a double take.

A boot? Skooching closer, she saw a boot, a leg..a man?


Kenneth groaned and was shocked to hear a female gasp. Hesitantly, he opened his eyes, only to see two claret-colored eyes, wide in their surprise, illuminated against and eerie backdrop. Blinking slowly, he managed to find his voice after several seconds.

"Hello there."

The owner of the two surprised eyes blinked quickly for a debatable minute. Then, the eyes gleamed determined before the eerie glow lit up the chamber Kenneth was in.

The girl, the owner of those claret eyes, appeared to be one shock after another, mused Kenneth. Not only did she possess a highly unusual shade of eye color, she also appeared to be Ronsan.

Her dark hair, the brown-black of most Ronsans, coupled with her slight stature indicated nothing otherwise.

Anomalies in her appearance, however, also showed she was so much more than most Ronsans. A raven's blue-black streaked the hair at her temples. Across her high cheekbones ran an intricate design of green ivy, slashed with sudden lines of red, the color of nobility. Her dress, too, told of high birth. Made of burgundy, laced with ruby detailings of even more ivy, it's hem ran to the ground. Through her hair ran a ribbon with the same designs.

The pendant that circled her neck looked strangly familiar, though Kenneth couldn't seem to place it. A teardrop jewel, now flashing blue, now gold, he had a feeling he's seen it before. If he thought about it..didnt' the Lady of Rons..? This girl is the daughter of the Duke of Rons?! She's the Lady of Rons?!

All these thoughts flashed through his mind before the Lady of Rons, for indeed, it was the Lady of Rons, opened her mouth to reply to his greeting.
"Hi, my name is Mora. My father Loman, is a noble around here..and you are?"
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And that's all for now =\ I do believe I'm suffering writer's block..*sigh* I wonder what's going to happen to my poor dears >__<

ms rainclouds
it's been a *meep* week