sad

in history, we watched a recreation of the pearl harbor bombing.

i wanted to cry.

i'm not sure why.

i don't like crying in front of other people.

but as death after death was depicted,

i just wanted to cry.

i didn't.

i can only attribute that to my fantastic self-control.

harry truancy

so i'm not on time today.

but.

i am more on time

compared to most other times

this time

right?

i blame the 207 for that.

it never comes on time.

too late to be apoplectic

i hate this morning.

i lost my earrings.

twice.

the first time, it was at home, the place which i had, thankfully, just left so i found that one easily.

the other time it was in front of my apartment building's garage door.

i found one quickly.

then a car was just about to come out so i had to wait a few minutes on the side before i could continue looking for it.

i finally did find it.

but by that time i had missed my bus down to olympic

(i hate walking when my hair is wet.)

and had to wait for another one.

i was pissed off.

sports

i'm not an athletic person.

i never have been.

i'm not made for athleticism.

but i'm fiercely competitive.

if i have a team i'm invested in, i am proud beyond belief.

i will kill for my team.

...

i mean i would.

i would kill for my team.

straw-buh-buh-buh-berry

i coloured my hair pink twice this weekend.

the first time, it didn't colour much.

last night, it stained my hands pink and my parents found out.

they yelled.

quite a lot, really.

they don't like me colouring my hair.

but.

whatevah.

i'mma rebel.

the good die young

i made this pretty little thing out of panna cotta.

it had strawberry jam filling outside of the hearts and scrawl on the side that said,

"pour mon amour"

it was so pretty.

then i was trying to put it in my bag.

and all the jam squished to the side and out.

i wept in my heart and put it back in the fridge after spending a tense ten minutes just to get the writing perfect.

so i was late to school worse than usual today.

i needed some time to mourn.

artsy tartsy

need to go shopping for the valentine's day brownies straight afterschool today.

i'm gonna pop some price tags.

only got twenty dollars and a dollar in quarters in my pocket.

i really can't waste money right now.

that's it on that.

i want a new art style.

i want something simple and adorable.

something curvy but cute.

detailed but not overwhelming.

it's gonna take me a long time to get this together.

history nerd

i actually really like history.

but i always get a low grade in it.

tenth grade a: d

tenth grade b: f

eleventh grade a: d

eleventh grade b (at this point): f

i actually really love history.

but i hate the work.

leviathan

i'm eating everything.

i'm so hungry.

all the time.

i'm getting the weirdest cravings too.

i just bought a bag of pretzels and hazelnut spread yesterday.

they taste shucking awesome together.

i ate a pound of creamy mac and cheese after.

today i had four of those oddly amazing burger egg things.

so odd.

so amazing.

under the shirt

my mom loves protecting my virtue.

so if ever i wear a deep v shirt, she insists that i wear something underneath, like a white tank.

same goes for my miniskirts.

white shorts.

but this morning, alas!

she was more intent on protecting my truancy record than my virtue!

thus i will be hiding underneath my jacket when it's not too hot.

...

hey, even i have a sense of modesty, okay?

pain is beauty

i still have an irritated scalp.

so warning: ladies and gentlemen and neither and unknowns, even if you have batman dark black hair, don't use 40v bleach on your hair.

it gives you chemical burns, trust.

it hurt to take a simple, goshdarn shower this morning.

two days after the fact.

that stuff stings like a mofo.

bleach bum

so i'm blonde now.

bleached my hair yesterday.

i'm bleaching it again next week to a very white, light blonde so that i can then colour it pink.

think this

kind of pink since...

...

this is the pink i'm gonna get.

so kawaii desu wow.