I neglected to blog yesterday.

That's because I was beginning the test proper. It was sad, though... at that point, I was too busy learning to control the direction I was moving in to really listen to what she was saying. *emo* And I haven't even met my Weighted Companion Cube (T_T) or any turrets (w00t) yet... despite the fact that I'm, like, on room 12 of 19 or something. I also worked on Phoenix Wright yesterday, and today. I've decided that I'm going to make a fanthing. A fan Turnabout. >___> <__<>__> <__<

It's like a bait-and-switch.

Or... something.

So here's the scoop.
Out of the four colleges I applied to, Yale and Columbia don't want me, Middlebury waitlisted me, and Pittsburgh wants me into their Honors College.
Pittsburgh was my last choice. My safety school.
I HAVE A FREAKING 4.0. I'M THE SMARTEST LIBERAL ARTS-TYPE PERSON I KNOW. AS SUCH, THE THOUGHT OF GOING TO MY SAFETY SCHOOL GALLS ME OHHH JUST A BIT.

I'm sending a letter to Middlebury begging them to let me in, but... if that fails, Mom had another idea. She was like, "You could go teach English in Japan." I mean, she was serious about this! She was all enthusiastic about it, and she got me all excited, and then today she was all like, "Well maybe you should send in your thing to Pittsbugh just in case." Now she's retracting everything she said, saying it's probably not going to be possible, yada yada yada. Great.

I HATE it when I set my mind on something and then my parents tell me I can't have it.
Honestly I am starting to get a little sick of having them making my life decisions for me. If I were making the decision, I wouldn't be having plastic surgery this summer.
Then again, I also wouldn't even be considering Japan...

*criiiiiiiiiies*

I'm failing miserably at this work thing.
Well, that's an exaggeration. But recently has not been my best.
See, today I was supposed to work. Forgot about it entirely. Fortunately, I didn't have to go in because it was really slow (REALLY fortunately, 'cause I'm STILL working on my essay right now...).
And then, this coming Wednesday, I'm supposed to have work, but I have this banquet thing for being a top student... I can't just suddenly say "o hey ya sry cant go" because I was chosen over someone else and I was supposed to say if I wasn't going so the counselor could go tell that other person. But fwaaaah. That's just terrible. I miss the first shift of the week, and then I call someone to take my other shift. How irresponsible!

And then there's next week, next Friday. Okay, it's a little less... I have to call someone to pick up my shift, unless I can get a ride, 'cause of my siblings' soccer tournament.
I could ask the Table, I bet someone would give me a ride. I really don't want to miss any more shifts. (I mean, I'm supposed to be making money, too.)

In all honesty, I am TERRIFIED of being fired.



In calmer, happier news, I purchased Portal and Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney Justice for All yesterday. In a period when I couldn't get on a computer to work on my essay, I started JfA... it's so strange. A strange, mildly gay-looking man hit me over the head with what I believe was a fire extinguisher, and I have amnesia. My poor client is scared witless because I don't even remember that I'm a defense attorney.

(By the way, I'm sorry about calling him mildly gay-looking, but... he is, I swear. There is really just a proliferation of mildly gay-looking men in these games, to tell the truth... Redd White, Mr. Violent Fire Extinguisher Dude, and the person that I believe is the prosecutor in Apollo Justice... I thought there was someone else, too, but I'm drawing a blank right now.)

Back to that essay.

HOLD STUFF, kthx

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[align=center][color=#FbCC3e][size=11][b]R[/b][/size][/color][size=9][color=black]osie made a soft noise of indignation in the back of her throat as the man looked away from her and went to sit down. It had to be him; the brief recognition in his eyes had mirrored her own. But then he'd just brushed her off![/color]

[color=#FbCC3e][size=11][b]H[/b][/size][/color][size=9][color=black]e could have disowned his past as a House kid. He could be in danger and not want to get her involved. He could just not want to deal with her. It was even possible that he really wasn't who she thought he was.... All of these thoughts [i]should[/i] have run through Rosie's head, but they didn't. The only thought in her mind was that sitting two tables away from her was one of the few people left in the world that she could bring herself to respect. She shoved her laptop into its bag, picked up her mocha, and marched over to the table.

"[/color][color=#FBCC3E][b]Rhym![/b][/color][color=black]" she snapped in challenge.
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[align=right][size=9][color=#FFbC3e][i]not your concern[/i][/color][/size][/align]


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http://www.rangzen.com/history/views.htm
http://www.friends-of-tibet.org.nz/tibet.html
http://china.suite101.com/article.cfm/the_chinese_domination_of_tibet
http://www.unescap.org/esid/psis/population/database/chinadata/tibet.htm

TODAY'S TO-DO LIST

1. (8:00 - 10:40) Over to R.S.'s, picked up by R.B. at eight, to sort books. WARM CLOTHES SORELY NEEDED!
2. (11:00 - 2:00) Work. Joy, oh joy. (... Can't resist: A one-woman man's what I wanna be, but there's two perfect girls for me! Hmph. Expect them not to know grammar.) (Why yes, I did intentionally set that up.) (It's the only Johto song I can remember.)
3. (2:00 - 3:00) Driiiiiiiiive. In this weather! T_____________________T
4. (4:00 - 7:00) Work on that freaking essay!
5. (7:00 - sleep) More RPing. Work on homework in between. >:C


The homework I have this weekend:
1st block, math: nooooooone
2nd block, LOYO: finish that project. Revise? =_=;
3rd block, geo: oh, geez. Paper. Map. Any work I can do on the project.
4th block, music lit/band: Finish writing the story. Somehow explain to J. that I probably will not have time to draw pictures, maybe ask him to?

To swallow-- you whole

Listening to Jonathan Coulton's Creepy Doll... over and over.


So I suppose today was... eventful.
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To iu to, sore desu ne.
"MATA KA?!" tte itteru darou? Sousoooou, watashi mo yo! "Mou, betsu no koto wo kaku no!" to kimeta no ni. Demo kyou wa hontou ni chigatta no desu.
Sore wa ne.
Maa... nijikanme kara hajimeyo- ka? Nijikanme wa LOYO. Project wo shiteru ne? Shorai no hitsuyou na purchase wo tateru. Watashi wa laptop wo eranda ne, omoshirokute hitsuyou dakara. Maa, aru laptop ni kimeta.
Dakedo ne.
Hirujikan ni. R. ni kimari wo tsutaete SHOT DOWN. XD;; Soshite G. ni HP no konpyuutaa wo miseta. Totemo mendou mi ga yokatta, totemo. (wwwjdic ni "kono kotoba da" to iwareteru kedo chotto hen. "Mendou" nante iu. :P) De wa, sore de, kimeta ne. "Machigainaku sono kimochi" tte. Soshite--mou, gakkou no myuujikaru wo mi ni iku tsumori datta kara, hirujikan kara "fumu fumu fumu nnnn, moshikashite...? Karuku 'Tsugou ga yokattara isshou ni ikou ka?' to kikou ka naaaa..." to omotteta. Awatete sou omotteta, "Bando kara kikou yo!" to nantoka kimeta.
DAKEDO.
Watashi ga nanimo ieru mae ni, R. GA "Konban, yotei ga aru no ka na?" nado itta.
KARE NO HOU KARA.
FWAAAAAAH, MASAKA?!
De-, sore kara isshou ni engeki wo mi ni itta. Anou... betsu ni, nani mo... okoranatta, kedo.
KEDO.
Kare no hou kara, onaji you na shitsumon...

At times, I find that I can best express myself in dA emoticons.

An exercise in futility.

Don't we all love those?
Nando.
Ieba.
Wakaru?

There.
Is.
No.
Point.

...
If my parents catch me editing it there will be interesting conversations. ><

Stupid girl, can't you write journal entries about anything else? Baaaaaaaka.

AHA!

Urayameshii can mean that something "is enviable," so "ga" is appropriate in that sense. Furthermore, "wo urayameshiku omou" is also a good way to do it, according to wwwjdic. <3
Hurray! I win.
Um, anyway.

There really is no point in looking at that picture over and over.

Umm.

Yeah.

With some things, it's easy to pretend.
Kondo ARAARAKAWAIIIIKAPPURU NE to itcha zettai dame desu YO. DAMEDAMEDAME de MURI DESU.
Nando ieba wakaru?
(I learned THAT phrase from Mr. Ishtar. It is useful despite the fact that he is a VILE man, and I have never forgotten it.)
Tada... mite, sou datte shinjitakute, sou omotte kanashiku naru.

Sore ni ne. Tagai de atte mo... muri desho? Natsu kara owakare desu.

A soshite.
Yappari urayameshii. x________x B. to R. no joudan wo. (er... ga? anou... ga ja nee yo. joudan ga urayameshii wake ja nai. Demo wo de mo nai, urayameshii wa doushi ja nai kara... de... "Yappari B. to R. no joudan wo urayameshiku omou"? ka na...)
DOUSE
Urayamashikute gaman shigatai. Kore wa mugen ni unfair desu yo? Tada no joudan. Meimeihakuhaku... ni? joudan dakedo itai.


Tokoro de kore wo motte?
http://www.globalpolicy.org/globaliz/cultural/globcult.htm
http://www.theatlantic.com/issues/99feb/tibet.htm
http://www.guardian.co.uk/commentisfree/2008/apr/10/olympicgames2008.tibet
http://web.ebscohost.com/ehost/pdf?vid=2&hid=116&sid=bd337cb1-055b-414d-935c-c9e808fdde8d%40sessionmgr107
http://web.ebscohost.com/ehost/detail?vid=1&hid=116&sid=6c6e4937-965c-46b3-a0f7-cf28673d771c%40sessionmgr108
http://web.ebscohost.com/ehost/detail?vid=1&hid=116&sid=baa2fcab-c0f3-4226-b166-d13c89e005d9%40sessionmgr106
http://web.ebscohost.com/ehost/detail?vid=1&hid=21&sid=6f98e997-2eeb-4da0-9963-6a673dce91d7%40sessionmgr7
http://web.ebscohost.com/ehost/detail?vid=1&hid=21&sid=b3fb54c1-0c4a-44fc-be04-7d87c492f0cd%40sessionmgr8

March (3)

Well... that's fail.

I should really start posting more often again.

My new KERA came today =o <3.>> <<

PROM...nomnom?

Was yesterday. (There was nomnomming, but it was not very good nomnomming. Except for the cake. The cake was nice. It was cheescake.) Foooor photos, visit my facebook and look at "Photos of Rachel." (I have no camera, but I have friends with cameras. In the end, it all works out.)
It was funnnnn. I like dancing. Even though what I do is not really called "dancing," I call it dancing and I enjoy it. >w> Their taste in songs was lacking, but hey, that's mainstream music... R.B. and I discovered that the Malo Mart dance can be adapted to any song. Really. Any. Song. In. The. World. So we often did that. xD And he, being the only guy in the group, slow-danced with each girl in our group in turn during the slow songs. Except he never asked me, so on the way out during the last song of the night (which was a rap song), I said, "R., I feel gypped. You danced with everyone but me. :(" So we fixed that... by slow-dancing (a classy box-step type thing, not like a hold-each-other-close dance) to rap. XD; Rap.
AND BEFORE YOU ASK, NO, I DON'T HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT ANY OF THIS IS SUPPOSED TO MEAN.

ちょっとrant。わからない。わからないというより、もしかして本当に無理かな。まさか本当にほかのR好き？それと、B.の…「問題」です。問題じゃなくて…ストレスね。いつもいつもいろんなじょうだんしたり、flirtしたり…冗談だって言っても私を痛めるの。勝手だけど本当にストレスしちゃう。
でも、でもね。舞ってるとき、彼の手は汗っぽい。普通かな、何の意味かな…

EDIT: I also did the Caramelldansen at one point. Also, my Phoenix Wright dance.
I had lots of fun.
But now my legs hate me.

I should have stuck to my stupid resolution.

Then I wouldn't be feeling so crummy right now.
I'm trying not to be the bitter girl who closes her heart because she's been frustrated a mere twice, but... I'm finding it really hard to do so. It's just... I mean... you know. I thought there was something and there wasn't.
Situations running through my head--trying to work around the truth of what he said. (Unintentional rhyme, grr) It wasn't direct because I wouldn't have had the confidence to say anything, just... he asked if he should ask someone else to prom.
And that someone else has MY NAME. The ultimate in つらい.

I should probably watch what I say because these people have acces to my blog. Have never shown signs of reading it, but... just to be safe.

Hold, please.

I started this long ago in my thread. Don't wanna lose it again.
TP SPOILERS

And she fled to the throne room and collapsed into the great stone chair, burying her face in her hands.
She had abandoned them. She had run from Zant and tried to hide her cursed form from her people, and they were praising her, hailing her. She was their hero, and they stared up at her in blank adoration.
You don't understand, she wanted to tell them. I wasn't worth anything.
"Princess..."
Midna nearly jumped. She'd shut the door behind her, and she hadn't heard it open... how could someone have come in? She looked up--
There was a man standing there.
A Twili man, to be sure, but... he looked nothing like any other Twili she had ever seen, save herself. He looked very similar to her, in fact... the same bright eyes, vibrant hair...
"Who are you?" she demanded, hiding her confusion.
The man was wearing a cape. Now he pointed to one of the [whatsits] that was holding it on, where there was an engraving of the moon.
Jindal.
"My lord," Midna gasped, standing in order to bow. "Forgive my rudeness; I didn't mean to--"
"It's fine. Don't bow, it's unnecessary," the deity, the father of her people, replied, waving it away. His voice was medium in pitch, agreeable, smooth.
"My lord..."
He looked sympathetically at her. "You're unhappy," he noted, kindly.
Midna shook her head, a slight blush in her face, embarrassed that her god should care about the bitter turmoil inside of her. "It's nothing," she mumbled, "just stress from all of that. Saving the world and everything, you know." And she gave an unconvincing chuckle.