Techno in my head.

DJ Tsar 404's, of course. I think it's... Amor Vincit Omnia. I just found out that this is Latin for "Love Conquers All." (I guessed two of the words correctly! Go me!)

What the Bleep Do We Know?! is really a very odd movie. Very, very, very New Age-y at times. And I think I missed where they went from jumping atoms to "All are one, and one with God," so it just seemed creepy. Furthermore they offered no documentary captions for the speakers--didn't tell us their credentials, essentially. You know that advertising technique where they stick a random guy in a lab coat to make him seem like a scientist? Well, in this movie, they had a guy in a lab coat with brain imaging pictures in the background--but no caption to tell us "(name) (profession)," so for all I know it could be some random guy. Not good ethos at all. Tch tch tch.
Oh, and apparently scientists have made a light, big enough to be visible to the naked eye, that is in two places at once. It would look like two lights, but it's actually the same one and in two places at once. Or so they say. However, it seems the Bleep people weren't a big enough deal to actually obtain footage of said dual location light. Another strike on their credibility.

I'm probably demonstrating several things from a list that Snuffles showed me yesterday: 26 Reasons What You Think is Right is Wrong. But I have a right to be skeptical if I don't find their argument ethical. Oh look a rhyme.

Staunch resolution to believe in what I believe even in the face of scientific information aside.

Speech was a little less Earth-shattering. During lunch, actually, which isn't speech but occurs right in the middle of speech (yeah... that's weird) I held my own in a Kingdom Hearts conversation! What? That's possible? Actually, it was a KHII conversation. (Read as: "Look, I can tell the difference!") R.G. has a very potent wariness of Organization XIII, it seems, so whenever she hears the word "organization" or the number "13," it makes her unhappy. Being violently opposed to the number 58, I can't really criticize. xD In any case I had mentioned the number thirteen (which has--regrettably?--become one of my default "random numbers") earlier, and she decided that I was an Organization XIII spy; not only that, but that I was her Nobody. (Since we're similar in so many ways.) But then I protested that I didn't have an X in my name! Therefore I couldn't possibly belong to O-XIII! And then she mentioned a name I didn't understand. And I sang the Sora song for her. (Embarrassing, as she's in choir and that song is not in my range for a single second. xD)

That reminds me: earlier this morning, I finally started the B=M essay. That's right; I'm writing an essay on a manga. Willingly. You crazy girl. xD I am doomed to be an English major.

Would you like some writing?
This was inspired by Bleep. (Like Fleep, only scientific!) The strange (almost scary) thing about it is that it would make such lovely, fascinating stories about mental abilities. Lovely fiction stories. Creepy if not fiction.
However, this is fiction.
--
Lucy Coronado stared through the window at the prisoner. He was unconscious--sedated. Deep shadows emphasized the contours of his face.
"This is the killer?" she asked Strelow, the prison warden.
"Yeah," replied the warden tensely.
"And yet you say he's been in prison--under strict care due to dangerous mental deterioration--during the entire killing spree."
"Yes."
Lucy looked over the rims of her glasses. "Explain."
"It appears," Strelow said with an almost apologetic look on his face, "that he has been killing people simply by willing their death--by thinking of it."
"That's impossible." Lucy's face contracted with irritation. "I am conducting an investigation, Mr. Strelow; I need facts, not far-fetched occult stories."
"I know it seems ridiculous," the warden answered, running a hand through his short hair, "but ever since he first came to us with the claim--"
"You listened to the claim of a criminally insane man?"
"If you would listen, Ms. Coronado," Strelow said severly; Lucy shut her mouth and he continued, "Believe me, we are not fools enough to take the word of an insane man at face value. But he predicted the deaths to the second, and all the victims have either been personally connected to him or opposed to his radical views. Coincidence cannot explain away twelve murders that fit those criteria. Scharf here can do the impossible: he can kill with his mind. We were forced to make that decision, Ms. Coronado, through careful scientific observation. I can provide you with our data, if you would like."
"I would like to see the data," Lucy replied snidely. "And has that scientific observation come up with an explanation for why this man can do the impossible?"
Strelow wet his lips nervously. "We have, madam," he said gravely.
"Well?"
"He can do this because in his madness, he has forgotten that it is impossible."
--
Obviously, it's partially inspired by Death Note as well. In fact the notes I wrote on my binder yesterday were "DN" and "insanity."

Also,

My pirate name is:

Mad Ethel Cash

Every pirate is a little bit crazy. You, though, are more than just a little bit. You're musical, and you've got a certain style if not flair. You'll do just fine. Arr!

Get your own pirate name from piratequiz.com.
part of the fidius.org network

I think...

...I have become more paranoid here. Paranoid or delusional or both. I keep hearing things and seeing things out of the corners of my eyes. It worries me.
But whatever.

Today was not too bad. Didn't really do anything before school; spent some of first block working on my comp paper. In physics we watched some of What the Bleep do We Know?, which is an odd movie. Third period I did my impromptu speech (45/50) and fourth we watched some Frankenstein and worked on our essays.

Sorry, I'm rather distracted right now. Have had trouble focusing all afternoon. Just went and looked at the whole LJ commotion. Am utterly distracted.

Nothing for you today, sorry.
Here.
Slightly steampunk?
A clockwork girl.

I speak nonsense fluently.

So 今日はね。(About today.)

When I woke up, I went through one of my incomplete-fanfiction-storing file, weeding a bit and looking at things that weren't finished. That inspired me to finally finish "An American Family," a fanfiction regarding normal people (gasp!) in Death Note. You can have a piece.
That's what I did first period--finished AF. Then I was going to work on the translation-needed parts of Kino, but I forgot that the school's proxy blocks WWWJDIC. HATRED. That made me quite unhappy. So I read Alice Through the Looking Glass.

Second period was the physics final. It was easy and boring.

Third was impromptu speeches. I didn't have to go today, but I timed a whole bunch.

Fourth was the Comp Oedipus timed essay. It went pretty well.

Right now I am listening to dj Tsar 404. I love that guy. Here's his purevolume: http://www.purevolume.com/djtsar404 and here's his official site: http://www.djtsar404.com/ The official site is new, so there's not a whole lot on it yet, but he's amazing.

Other than that... American Family.
You get the youngest boy, because that's what I wrote today.
--

This is an American family, and they are watching the vice president's announcement on television.

The youngest of the family is a mere seven years old.

The vice president's announcement doesn't mean much to him. At his tender age, he does not have any real opinion on Kira, hostile, idealistic, or otherwise. To him, Kira is simply there. Kira has always been there—for as long as this little boy can remember.

Kira made his first appearance in the world when this boy was two, and Kira has been a constant topic ever since. He plays "Kira and L" with the other boys at school; sometimes he's Kira, and sometimes he's L. And sometimes he hams it up as one of Kira's ill-fated victims. It doesn't matter. It's just like a war game; boys will be boys.

And Kira will always be there.

Hoist the colors high!

That's right, I saw Pirates today.

But allow me to start from the beginning.
I woke up at 5:45 as per always and then fell back asleep for about a half-hour. Then I managed to get myself out of bed to finish up the Kino fic. Except for, of course, the descriptions and the guns. Will probably translate the patterns for those tomorrow during first period.
Sono ato... Cleaned my room a bit. Then gave up on that, read some of 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea, lazed around. Worked on the paper I have to do for Comp. Read some more. Then we went to see Pirates.
Oh! And I dressed up. I wore my... ummmm... that one skirt. With the grommets. whichsomepeoplecallabondageskirtaaaaahT_Tnotmyfault And that lacy black top that I can't wear to school. And my black/white striped tights. And a bandana. And lots of eyeliner. Twas fun.


Did my writing duty. You'll get to meet Koshakk soon, I promise.

I totally did NOT just walk into the wall.

What are you talking about?

Today was just as bobbleheaded as yesterday.
Which means not in the slightest.

So I woke up, typed a tiny bit of the Kino fanfiction, and then... went upstairs and slept some more. *sweatdrop* I swear, this is just a really bad month. I almost fainted during church, too. O_O But it was really boring there. And we had to sight-sing the hymns. D:

Meh... today was just a boring day all around. Didn't do much, really.
I should write but I don't know what to write.
I did make you something, though.
She's standing in front of the light from a window, if you can't tell.
This was inspired by a hallway in Mickey's Magical Mirror, embarrassingly enough.

I'm cold.

Today was rather bobbleheaded.
I'm sorry, that was nonsensical. It wasn't really bobbleheaded.

I woke up to my alarm and went downstairs to type up some of what I've written of the Kino fanfiction. Typed for about an hour and a half, but I still wasn't finished... So I'll be typing more tomorrow, maybe finishing it up... However there's still the descriptions (rather easy) and the gun practice. The guns. Augh. Last time I had to translate something regarding guns, I simply DIDN'T. And yes, I will take care of that eventually. I simply don't know how to talk about guns. This is a good thing. A good thing.

After that, Mother made ham, egg, and cheese bagels for breakfast. Yum yum. And I went upstairs to read some Kino and... fell asleep. Multiple times. -_-;

When I awoke, we had an entertainment center! Which doesn't matter to me. Then we went bathing suit shopping, and I didn't need a bathing suit, so I didn't get one. Then we came home and ate GRILLED CHEESE! Yummeh.
And then and then... we went to look at doggies. x3 There was this really, really cute ugly one! It was a Rottweiler-basset hound mix! He was the funniest looking dog I've ever seen!

And then we came home. And I fell asleep again. =_= No, I'm not sick. I know what it is. Anyway.

I did my writing duty for the day. You don't get any. Sorry.

Every one of your ridiculous lies

I have just had the most amazing, peaceful, blissful evenings I can imagine. In my pajama pants and AHA t-shirt, I spent about an hour and a half after dinner reading King of Attolia, a book I adore, under my covers. I had graham crackers and milk. The only reason I'm not still reading now is that I came to brag about it. Muahaha. I shall return momentarily to my room to read some more!

But now for a quick day summary. First period, I drew A.N.--took me two drafts. XP. Second was an unpleasant physics test. Third was speech--most relaxing, since my speech is already done. Fourth was a fairly relaxing Comp test. Then I came home and I've been reading King all afternoon.

I do adore that book. I adore that couple (and this is going to be a spoiler, so if you intend to read The Thief and Queen of Attolia and have yet to do so, I recommend skipping the rest of this journal entry)--













Are those who don't wish to be spoiled quite gone?
Gen x Attolia.
Eugenides x Irene.
Whatever you want to call it.
It's cuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuute! But in the way that Trustshipping and Hallo are. The "AREN'T THESE PEOPLE AT EACH OTHER'S THROATS HALF THE TIME?!" kind of way.
I love it. lessthanthree. (It tells me I have broken code if I try to put the less than in here.)
(As an aside: our refridgerator's icemaker just vomitted.)
Oh, but I adore it. I kind of want to write something for it. >_> But with a couple like this--like these--you can't just stick them in a random mushsap !plot.
*Short sigh* Well, I did write Kino this morning. I think I shall try to find an idea for this... Genlia? Attolenides? XD Attolenides... But then wouldn't it use her name? Irenides? Eugrene? Oh my goodness... Eugrene. My goodness.
If I come up with anything, you may see it tomorrow. Teehee.

_Welcome to the Ark_ and more cheerful matters.

This is a book I bought... at some point. Maybe at the same time I bought Book Thief. I think so. In any case.

Basic premise: there are four children--to be specific, two children and two teenagers--who are at this "Research and Rehabilitation" home. A private nuthouse, one of the girls explains. These four children are then further set apart in a "Global Family Group Home Project." Each of these four are extremely intelligent, and they also have extrasensory powers. (Or extra-special powers, if you prefer.) There are similar organizations around the world. They have been gathered to use their powers and intelligence to protect the world from a growing darkness that manifests itself in violence and destruction worldwide.

It's an excellent book--just my type, really. I love books that take place in a nuthouse, and then the ESP is great, too. But I think what I liked most of all is what they're fighting against. The growing darkness of the world. I often feel like the world is heading downhill on a slope that grows steeper and steeper. Violence escalates. The world falling into darkness, eventually reaching a point where it can't get any worse. At that point, I suppose, we'll blow ourselves up with all the nuclear weapons we've stockpiled.

Yeah, I'm a real ray of sunshine ね。

All that aside.
This morning I worked on some of the Kino fic. I think I might type some of that up for you. Also, there were two ducks in our yard. They were very cute and very fun to watch. A husband and wife male duck and a female duck. Later I saw another male and female duck pair, and I wondered if they were the same ones. *emo tear* Deserting us like that.

Actually, sorry. I've vetoed the idea of posting some of the Kino fic here. But I did do my writing duty today, so there. >> << style="FONT-STYLE: italic">Ark has a sequel, but I haven't read it yet.

Squee much? Yes. Very much.

Sooo, another user on Gaia just donated me 100k gold, allowing me to reach my goal of a Chain Wallet, so I'm a little hyped right now. Literary-ness to come tomorrow morning, perhaps?

Arabic Numeral... how _undignified_.

So.
Today was not so bad.
First period was loverly. You'll get to see what I did as soon as you reach the end of this entry.
Second period was physics. Hence, it was obviously not loverly. I am so utterly over physics.
Speech was... rather unfun. Yes, automatic spellcheck, I know that's not a word. Gosh, learn some newspeak. XD Though "unfun" and "double unfun" are probably the only newspeak things you'll catch me using... Ohh, I know. I bet it's the new Mozilla which I just downloaded. Pardon while I turn that off... There... I think it worked? No, it didn't. Grr. Stop that! It's only blogspot... WTH? That's your name. It's not spelled wrong. Jeesh.
Anyway. Back on topic. (We had a topic?) After speech which was long came comp which was not as bad. We're doing Oedipus Rex, have I said that yet? So it's rather easy, seeing as how I've read it already...
After school I did nothing much... As usual... Lazy girl. Looked at steampunk images. Lazy girl.

So. What did I do during first period today?
I did this.
--

Jackson stood on the deck with his head arrogantly cocked to the side—as much as he could muster, at least. But this clothing—the Victorian abomination—was tight, and as uncomfortable as he could imagine. He hadn’t know that clothing could be capable of keeping one’s back as straight as a hard wooden chair (and those had gone out of fashion decades ago).

To be sure, the ship looked pretty. Her deck was quite accurate, according to the many pictures and diagrams he’d seen through the computer. But this, too, seemed like no more than a picture, especially with the people milling around in old-fashioned clothing. If it weren’t for the sensation of his own uncomfortable clothing, Jackson would have thought he was in a particularly effective virt system.

That feeling lasted only until he made his way to the Grand Staircase.

He entered the hall, and his heart rate quickened perceptibly. The staircase was a stunning sight. And it was real. Polished oak glowed warmly with the light from above—natural light, real light that gave everything a defined, solid shape. His gaze drifted upward; through the domed glass and iron ceiling, he could see the sun.

This was no photo; it was no virtual reality. It was real reality.

Jackson thought he would faint. Light-headed, he took entranced steps towards the staircase itself, pausing at the landing to observe the famous carving.

“Honor and Glory crowning Time,” he recited in a murmur as he beheld the woodwork. It showed two women from a time even before that of the original Titanic, clad in long, simple gowns, adorning a clock. There was beauty in this, beauty so great that for a moment, he didn’t even think to look at the time.

How very un-Modern of him—Moderns were all about the time: time meaning the hour, the minute, the second. The early, the late. The demanding side of time.

But Honor and Glory were crowning the other side of time—the fuller, more infinite sense of the concept. They revered the timelessness of Time.

Of course, even when Jackson did focus his attentions on the clock in the center, he found with a very unpleasant lurch that he could not understand it. Roman numerals [check this] he barely knew, but he had never learned to read an analog clock—digitals were so much more convenient. They could be read at a glance; they wasted less time.

He found that most of the feeling of reality had abruptly disappeared; the pure antiquity of the clock had left him feeling like an observer of something fake, reproduced, flat. A retouched image.
--
Jackson being the Modern researcher who you've met previously. That's right--he has half a name now! Hurray! If I get any more serious about this, he may even gain another half a name! Amazing! And maybe he'll even get a middle name! Then he'll have three halves of a name. That would be odd.

Description of scenery is, honestly, unusual for me. I never spend time on it in fanfiction because the scenery is rarely important... Well, I suppose that's not quite true. In "Necessity" I gave a bare-bones description of Near's apartment; in "Noel" a brief commentary on the church. Though I remember having difficulty on the church description... Still, it's not my forte. Furthermore, in most fanfiction cases, if scenery does happen to be important, it'll be something the readers are already familiar with. Example--the dock in Choking (it has chapters... am I allowed to italicize it?).

I guess that'll just be something I'll need to work on. :3

Least that I could do, in memory of you...

Well. So this morning in first period, I read a lot of Airborn, and then, as i wrote into my Gaia thread,

"For a brief bit I tried to get some description of T-II in, but when I went to find a picture of the Grand Staircase on google, the internet exploded. Yeah. That was kinda weird. (YGOA quote FTW?) And it happened repeatedly. You really need to stop doing that. (No, YOU do.) In any case I became distracted by looking at info for the game. DANGIT I just lost. And thats not the game I was talking about. I was talking about the Titanic: Adventure Out of Time video game. T______________T I missssssssss iiiiit. So much! T___T Give it back! (It was never yours.) (If it had been, I wouldn't have this problem, now would I?)"

Other than that... physics was mild, speech actually got kind of funny. Was talking with R.G. and R.B. (XD; we're like a trio...) at the beginning of class and we were talking about how pies would lead to world peace but then people would make Atomic Parsley and Mushroom Pies. (Mushroom for the clouds, parsley because R.B. has a program called "Parsley is atomically delicious.") Then at the end of the class, we were talking about putting masking tape on one's forehead to remind one to speak slowly during a speech, so we made up a bunch of raaandom answers to the question "What's that on your forehead?" It was very odd.

I feel slightly strange having random conversations like that with here-people. (XD Heeeeere people! Heeeere, people! Come'ere!) It'll be worse next year when I have to carry out senior year activities for a school that I have no attachment to whatsoever. I feel scorn for that school and will stubbornly continue to feel scorn. I am an LCC student. I will always be an LCC student. Which, of course, is utter nonsense.

Other than that... comp was fairly nice. We did not much. :D We watched some of Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe and I drew Aslan. Aslan is beautiful. Aslan is the reason lions used to be my favorite animals. Oh, and before that I drew L talking about being kicked to death by donkeys.
After school, I went to Esther's Circle, a girls' Bible study which I guess I haven't mentioned in here before. It was quite nice. And now here I am. Before I got access to this computer, I was rereading some old fanfictions in which I had characterized Near as almost-emotional. Which means that mode is sort of in my head right now..

Ahahahaheh. >_>;

I am currently using my blog as a way to avoid answering a very detailed and lovely comment on "Lie"! I am bad at responding to comments.

So, today I finished OO-8 (hurray!), posted Lie and the novel-based fanfiction, and then went to my sisters' soccer tournament. It was cold so I stayed in the van memorizing Word Disassociation. Then we went to Perkins, which was brilliantly mediocre... our food took forever to arrive, and Mother received the wrong sandwich, but overall the food was tasty...

Ah, wait. An idea have I.
It's Show (his spelling, not making it up) and L! Which became an unintentional pun when I typed it into the file name. Show I drew quite a while ago (during Comp class... but you guessed that), but L I drew today. It is on a... you know those thingies they put around the napkin/silverware to keep it together? Yeah. One of those. The text around him is from Lie, though I messed up on the evil bit. What, I wrote the thing a month ago.
Ignore the looming camera shadow of doom. And the grammar. Unless you like stuff like that.

Auburn duck car dry true then aim. :3

Then I had to quick get rid of the fire smell. Haha.

Today was a lovely day. <3 AND IT'S NOT SUNDAY. Augh. We changed our family night from Sunday to Saturday so my brain is confuzzled.

In any case.
So I woke up. Wrote some OO. I should be able to finish Chapter Eight tomorrow! x3 Hurraaay! It's about time.
After that I lazed about on the internet for a while, and then I went to play Super Mario Sunshine. I'm not very good at that game. xD Sore kara... Oh. Idancedinmyroom. Ahahaha. But you didn't see that. ("Pinocchio" was really fun.) And then I... oh yeah. -points to title with a happy little smile- That was fun. And more internet. Then reread some SoUE to review style... (A threat is needed.) Annnd... more internet.

I've done lots of writing today, but let me see if I can whip up some art real quick.
Snuffles knows what this is about.

Hilarious Oxymoron Clause

Well, today was considerably better than yesterday. Not that anything particularly fascinating happened... Let's see... nope, nothing really exciting happened. I swear, MONDAY I will start reaping the benefits of having a free period. Really.
ACK A TICK!
I shall return momentarily. T_T
Ewww. It was crawling on me. Maybe I won't be using that cute little path behind our house so much after all. Eww. And don't let anyone lie to you: those things are thoroughly un-squishable.
There was a tick crawling on me. T__T
In any case... parents and siblings are at a tournament, and they'll be spending the night at Grandma and Grandpa's house. So I am home alone! Gasp. And Mother left me money to go get Subway, so that's what I had for dinner. Maybe that's where I picked up the tick... THERE ARE NO SIDEWALKS HERE. I'M SERIOUS.

...I think I am going to make use of sisters' camera and sneak a few doodles I've done onto here. Ne?
Let's see here. This I did the night after we left California. It's colored in crayons. That was silly of me.

This decorates a divider in my binder. <3

You're about to lose the game. Near has no hands to speak of.

Alice. I drew this while watching Alice in Wonderland on Easter. The Cheshire Cat is, as of right now, faceless.

Loki is teh snazz. But he's a bad guy, what a pity.

Boogiepop! This is on the back of a grammar worksheet. The teachers here really like worksheets, so I have lots of drawing space.














Yes, Lain is supposed to be green. I drew this on the back of my English Free response sheet today. XD

I was told once...

...that the current generation has too much self-esteem. All the "be all you can be" has pumped the current generation up so much that once they get out into the real world--where people don't give a crap about individuals unless it benefits them--they'll be crushed by the overwhelming realization that they don't matter.






be a careful reader.

Still fuzzy.

Well, I don't feel like putting my contacts in because I want to have them in as little as possible. -_-; I'll already have a terrible headache by the end of the day.

So, anyway.
First of all, a 48 hours later story:
So on the Physics B AP test, they had a lab question. It was the Optics Bench lab, which we (in CA physics) did around the start of second semester or thereabouts. (Thenabouts?) So I was a little rusty. When they asked me to draw my set-up, the meterstick was simply floating above the table. Oh well.
And then so the day before yesterday.
We're doing "Lenses Lab."
They teacher starts getting it ready...
And it's that lab. DDDX So frustrating.

Anyway, yesterday was the English Language AP test. It wasn't that hard at all. O_O It frightens me to say that but it really wasn't. I feel pretty confident...
After that, speech was normal. But you know my mermaid skirt? She has the same skirt, only darker. O_O We've decided that there's some sort of mystical connection between us. I'm alternating between wondering if that means I should try to get her to read Death Note and wondering if wondering that makes me a horrible person. >> <<
Comp was... quite boring, and I didn't do much after school until I went to the library. There, I got books on the Titanic and the Victorian Era. Also I managed to spot a book called Minutes of the Lead Pencil Club. They're anti-tech, so I got it for some back-up on Victorian characterization...

Aaaaaand I don't feel like writing. Sorry, I'll try to do something tonight.

Fuzzy.

A lens of my glasses just popped out as I was taking off my sweatshirt, so I'm typing this blurrily. s_s I don't know why an s represents that, but I decided that it did.
So anyway... I'm sorry, I'll write tomorrow morning. It's late-ish and there's a lot I want to say, but I'm blurry right now and I want to sleep and finish reading this funky book I just checked out of the library. Good night.

Rush rush part NI!

Nnnnnnnni!
Shrubbery!
I must go study English or at least pretend to. Plus I have no idea what to write today. So.
Today was... pretty tame. Nothing exciting happened, except I told R. from my speech class, to whom I had previously explained Death Note, about the whole article fiasco yesterday and she was kind enough to at least feign interest/shock. R. is pretty awesome. :D She's weird like me and she enjoys SoUE. w00t. I have promised The Beatrice Letters to her at soonest convenience. Oh. And she plays the game, which I just lost. So unfortunately whenever I think of her I tend to think of the game. It's kinda inconvenient.
But yeah. That was pretty much the only interesting thing that happened to me today. Oh! But something interesting happened in physics; however, I'm not allowed to talk about it until tomorrow night or the College Board will EAT MY SOUL.
The end.
Ni!

Because trying to format MS Word is a pain.

I should be typing my speech outline right now, but 1) see title and 2) I'm not sure it'll be long enough, so I'm slightly worried.
So, as promised, the night entry!

I have decided that the thing I panicked over this morning is most likely an extended (if incredibly disturbing) coincidence--or I'll go with Death Note's early conspiracy theorists and say it would be some sort of covert government operation. In any case, that was two months ago, after all, and the demonstrators in Shibuya are probably conspiracy theorists themselves.
Edit: Okay, so I stand sheepishly corrected. It apears that it's a hoax that utilizes the BBC frame. That was freaky...

But DANGIT I wish I knew a Note fan here. Hmph. I wanted someone to tell about it all day.

In between doing physics, that is. (I just lost the game. Sorry.) I had physics pretty much all day, and that test was NOT FUN. NARGH. Other than that, I came home and chilled for a bit... haven't done much today.

So yarr. It's writing time.
This is from a little concept I've been working on (sorta), called Titanic II. We'll see how this thing comes out, and then I might explain more. (Or, as always, not.)

The man stared at the envelope in mild distaste. An envelope--and a heavy one at that, sealed with wax. Hand-written address.
"A Victorian," he muttered. "Why would a Victorian be writing to me?"
He slit the envelope open and squinted at the words inside. He'd learned to read at school, of course, but over the years since then the skill had faded from disuse. No one--no sensible person, in other words, no Modern--read anymore.
Still, with some effort, he began to read the letter:
Dear Sir:
You may have heard of a Victorian project that has, for the past two and a half years, consumed the minds of several of our most brilliant engineers and shipbuilders: a recreation of the famed, doomed ship, the H.M.S. Titanic. The new ship, Titanic II, is finally complete and will set sail on the 10th of April, Anno Domini 2112--the bicentennial of the Titanic's maiden voyage.
You have received this letter because your research on the R.M.S. Titanic is renowned world-wide. As such, you are invited to enjoy a first-class passage on the Titanic II with our compliments. On the voyage, you may enjoy both the luxury of the ship and the satisfaction of speaking with others who share your intellectual interests.
You are asked to take into consideration that this will be a Victorian voyage. Modern technology and clothing are severely prohibited. There will be Anti-Electronic Regulators in effect on board to make sure that this rule is followed; other than that, no Modern technology will be allowed. If necessary, Victorian clothing will be provided at request. Please write to [address which I don't feel like making up at the moment] to request such clothing, to learn more about this voyage, or to receive your ticket. We await your reply.
Sincerely,
[Signature]
[Name]
The Victorian History Committee

Hmmm... Nope, don't feel like adding any additional info. Chew on that for a bit. :3 Time for me to write the need step...

I woke up in the middle of a dream.

So I'm a little meeeeeeeeeh-ish right now.
There was no entry last night because the internet was behaving funky. *kicks*
So yesterday I... worked on OO, went to church, drew a bit when I got home, and did not really study a whit. >_>; That's bad. I need to do that.

Oh! And --
O_O;;;; We interrupt your (sort of) regularly scheduled blog entry to bring you this freaky announcement:
Eeeek...

...><;;; 怖い！
Anyway I'll report back in tonight. ><;; Scary...

Well, it's sort of warmer up here...

Yay for weekends!
I didn't write this morning because I decided to go back to sleep after my alarm. I was tired from yesterday.
I spent an inordinate amount of time on the computer today, which naturally resulted in a headache that I am dealing with right now.
We went shopping at Kohl's and the mall. I got cute new pajamas, a skirt, and a little dress thing. I also dropped by Hot Topic and had to face the fact that I probably did not stand out in the least. I suppose that's worth a good gonk. :gonk:
When we got home, I did my eyes like Hitsugi of ナイトメア. (http://www.nightmare-web.com/index2.html--far right.) Why? Because I felt like it. It looked quite freaky. But it was fun. And then I washed it off right away because really it looked quite freaky.

Also! I got all my books onto shelves today, and with any luck my room will be almost completely clean tomorrow.

Just out of obligation and randomness; I've kinda-sorta wanted to write this situation but never ever got around to it. Tomorrow, of course, will be OO. (I'd work on OO in here, but I wouldn't want to spoil it, now would I? Particularly not this chapter.)

Almost everyone there was younger than she was.
Halle cast an uncomfortable glance around herself. Everyone else wore black, just as she did, but she felt conspicuous. An old man and a woman a few years older than Halle sat next to each other a few seats away from her, but other than that, the people here were children compared to her. They were closer to Near's age--
Closer to Mello's age.

Steampunk...?

So today was the APUSH test. It wasn't so bad... I thought a lot of it was kinda easy, actually. x3 But I can't talk about any of the questions right now, or College Board will EAT MY SOUL. And I'd like to keep my soul, if at all possible...

Beyond that. I was, unsurprisingly, exhausted the rest of the day. Either that or I just kinda faked it (subconciously... I think) in Comp because I knew I could get sympathy, since my comp teacher taught AP Eng Lit once... >_> That may have been what happened. In any case.
When I went on Gaia today, there was a post in the Fashion and Style forum about a style called "steampunk." Which is really cool. Check it out: Steampunk


In any case, let's write a bit.
This kinda popped into my head last night. To follow directly after "Team Spirit."
Stockholm

But she went over to the kitchen anyway, listlessly eying her cupboards. Finally her gaze settled on one. Over her shoulder, she asked, "Mello, how old are you?"
"Twenty-one," he enunciated knowingly. A lazy tone in his voice made her doubt his answer.
"Seriously?"
"Does it matter?"
Halle shrugged, decided it didn't really, and got out two wine glasses. She brought them and a bottle of wine--cheap wine, yes, but it wasn't too bad--back over to the coffee table.
"Thanks," he said casually. Halle was surprised at the gratitude, but didn't show it as she poured them each a glass.
"To the death of Kira," Mello proposed, raising the glass.
Halle's lips curved up in a bitter smile, and she revised the toast. "To the death of Kira... at our hands."
Mello smirked too, and they clinked their glasses.
They drank for a while, silent in their thoughts. When it seemed that Mello was finished, Halle collected his glass and took it to the sink to wash it.
"Halle," he said, a minute or so later. She was still at the sink, and she didn't turn around.
"Hm?"
"Are you in love with me?"
"Huh?" Now she whipped around, nearly dropping the wine glass she held--and she found that Mello had stood and come to the kitchen.
He stood a few feet from her, his arms crossed and his head tilted in comfortable arrogance. "Well?" he pressed in a voice that was quieter than before--he knew he had her attention.
But she merely snorted and put the glass down. "Where the hell would you get that idea?"
No--that was a stupid question. From the conversation they'd just had, obviously. From her request to work with him if everything didn't work out with Near. She realized the inanity of her response even before Mello shook his head reprovingly at her.
Then, without warning, he closed the gap between them with a single long stride, took her wrist in his hand, and brought his face very close to hers. "You haven't answered me yet," he pointed out, his breath soft against her face.
There was (for once) no threat in his manner; his face was a perfect parroting of intimacy--the right tilt of the head, the right drooping of the eyelids--but for the mocking air around his lips. And as they stood there, his face next to hers, the mocking smile grew clearer and he snorted.
"Your pulse," he said, giving her wrist a taunting, light squeeze before releasing it.
The flush Halle had managed to contain before now crept into her face.
Her pulse had sped up.
...He was so irritating.
And--even worse--completely right.
He stepped back, all pretense--for of course mere pretense it had been--of intimacy dropped. "Bad idea," he mocked. "That could make things quite inconvenient for you, you know. Not that I'm complaining."
He began to turn away, laughing to himself, and Halle watched him with narrowed eyes. Then, without thinking, she took his wrist and pulled him close, and she kissed him on the lips.
Mello made as if to push her away for a moment; then he didn't.
When they separated, Mello's face was sullenly blank, until he saw the victorious air in Halle's eyes.
"That meant nothing," he claimed with a light sneer.
Halle was not fooled. "You could have pulled away, easy," she pointed out. "You could have--and you would have--hurt me if you didn't want that."
"It's much easier to manipulate people if--"
"Mello." Halle shook her head with a smirk. "You cannot manipulate me."
He considered it for a moment; then, before he seemed to have fully convinced himself, his lips murmured, "True enough," and met hers again.

Rush rush

Okay yeah.
I have an AP test to study for, so this is not going to be long.
Z had a concert today and it made me miss playing. (Band was once the only thing that I considered it worthwhile to be in a group for. Random trivia! Of course, this was around the time I thought the only purpose of conversation was to top others... I was a cynical child.)

Anyway. Sorry, no writing today. Unless I get bored of studying. I am so bad about studying...

Slightly obligatory.

Sooooo 今日はさ。 Today nothing much happened... I got to school early because my sisters had to take a Spanish placement test thing, so I worked on my Kino fanfiction a whole bunch before first period. Homeroom was boring (there is no point to that class...); first period I took the mulit-choice section of a practice AP Eng Lang exam; second period was decent because we got to play with light in physics (and all the people who cared were in one corner, so it was rather nice, and that one girl who has maaajor senioritis only got annoying at the end), but then it got boring so I wrote out the lyrics to コロナ ("Corona;" it has a kanji title but I've never looked it up); speech was boring and easy; comp was odd because the sub had accidentally rewound the movie (Dead Poets' Society) we were in the middle of, so we had to find where we were. DX 帰ったら, (When I got home,) I started to put my manga on my new bookshelves but then decided to go on Gaia instead. >> << Then I had dinner and watched some Kino! (Research! Haha.)


Today will be writing again because I don't feel like going on flash-gear or anything. Once I get access to a scanner I can scan in doodles I do at school.
This is for my Kino fic.

"Hey, Kino."
Just before Kino could fall asleep, Hermes spoke.
"Hm?" the sleepy traveler responded.
"I remember you said something once," said the motorrad thoughtfully. "You said you would only stop traveling if you reached the end of the world."
"Mhm."
Kino offered no extra comment.
"So what are you going to do now?" pressed Hermes.
"Hmm."
There was silence for a few seconds.
"Kino? Kino!"
Kino had gone to sleep.



Now I must go studyyyyyyyy! Wait... I haven't any study materials. D: Oh well. To the internets, awaaaaay!

はじめまして And Hello.

I decided I'd like to get involved in blogging. I've never done any such thing before, so it should be interesting.
I'll pick a theme for this later. For now, I think I may use it as a creativity journal--maybe one sketch or writing piece per day?

As my title may alert you, this blog may be half-Japanese at times. If I feel like it, I may offer translations. Maybe. Maybe not though.

Why don't I start with a little writing?
Parting is sweet sorrow once, and once only. After that, when you meet new faces and part again, it's nothing, because you want it to be nothing. These people are new faces, and they are only an instant on your short-term memory. Soon they will fade, because you have no room for them. Your mind is too absorbed in attempting--perhaps futilely attempting--to cling to the old to have room for the new.


An explanation:
Japanese 102 wrapped up today. Most of the class was sad to be parting. I slipped out early.
We had curry. I hate cumin.