I haven't mentioned this yet, but...

I've started playing Neopets again. Oh noes!
I'm new_anachronism there, and my pet is called lace_and_gears. I've decided that I'm going to try to make lace_and_gears the smartest Neopet on Neopets! At least that will be my goal until I lose interest.

That aside.
Most important thing about today:
MY AP SCORES CAME!!!
I got a 5 in US History, a 5 in English, and a 4 in physics! My goodness! I wasn't expecting to do that well, especially in physics, but yay~!!

Other than that I really did not do anything important today. Though yesterday after I blogged, I found some sites that contained guides to three Hylian scripts (two based on kana and one based on the English alphabet) and have been writing that blasphemous fanficiton I mentioned in the alphabet one. I can remember almost all the letters now, except for weird rare ones like q and z and j. And x. In any case Telma is not Telma. She is Terma.

Yeah. Other than that... not much.
I really need to work on OO, don't I?

Which contains a blatant diversionary tactic

Today I did little. As predicted I read Silver Chair and Last Battle. Played a tiny bit of Twilight Princess but I am rather stuck in this City in the Sky... Then had lunch, napped, drew. I'm still working on that Matt.Mello picture. And I started a picture of Show from Alice Nine as well.

Someone in PG has received her AP scores already. Just when I had managed to forget for a few days that they were coming. *deep steadying breaths*

Anyway, now for something more lighthearted, a phrase which means, "the blatant diversionary tactic, which should hopefully distract you from the fact that this entry, like too many recent ones, contains neither art nor writing."
I made the questions for this survey myself.


What's happening next week?
Song: Angels of Mercy
Artist: The Bobs
Comments: I will either nearly choke or save someone who is choking. In Arizona.

What do my friends say about me behind my back?
Song: Jack's Obsession
Artist: Danny Elfman
Comments: ...Who's Jack..?!

What is usually a person's first impression of me?
Song: What's This?
Artist: Danny Elfman
Comments: Yes, I bet so.

What is my current theme song?
Song: Lのテーマ
Artist:タニウチヒデキ
Comments: HECK YES. I LOVE THIS GAME. <3

Where will I meet my soul mate?
Song: Frozen Ray
Artist: dj TAKA, if I remember correctly.
Comments: Up north. Oh, gosh, not in MN?!

What will my honeymoon be like?
Song: 遠い叫び
Artist: I'm pretty sure this is Chikai Konaka.
Comments: oO; Not very happy.

What is my true calling?
Song: Lose Loose Bounds
Artist: Whoever wrote the Texhnolyze OST.
Comments: Um. Okay. I'll keep that in mind.

Will I lead a happy life?
Song: The New Wild West
Artist: Jewel
Comments: That's not a happy song. D:

Will I have children?
Song: Naming the Band
Artist: The Bobs
Comments: "My parents were wrong; they named me 'Tree.'" So I will. And I will name him/her "Tree." Actually it would have to be her, because I have plans already for a he. I just have to pick which plan...

How will I die?
Song: Fleur de Saison
Artist: Emilie Simon
Comments: I will wilt after my time is up...

What song will they play at my funeral?
Song: A Dark Congregation
Artist: The Hush Sound
Comments: This song is about a funeral. B) This one's working well.

What is/will be my greatest accomplishment?
Song: Snow Coast
Artist: Yoshihiro Sawa[somethingcutoff]
Comments: Um? Maybe... meeting my soul mate will be my greatest accomplishment?

What will my last words be?
Song: Dirge
Artist: The DN guy with kanji.
Comments: I will sing my own funeral song... (This is one of the creepies... DX)


That's right. L's theme is my current theme song. You have my permission to turn green with jealousy. B)

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...

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.