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<Audio//:Paramore - Miracle>

Things like this always make me tear up. It’s pretty incredible, though…At least to me…

I PAINTED A PUMPKIN TODAY. In Latin class. Halloween was invented loooong after ancient Rome, but who cares?! FUUUUNNNN.

This boy came up to me and started talking and joking with me like we were best friends or something, even going so far as to say that what I wore on a daily basis could suffice as a Halloween costume in a more conservative town. And then he told me that he liked my pointelss-but-colorful short-sleeved hoodiething. I have a few theories: I knew him in an earlier year of middle school before he went to another school but is now going to my high school and I’ve forgotten him; he’s extremely friendly; or my current theory that boys at this school like alternative-dressing girls better is true. I think it’s the second one, though there’s a high chance of the first one, too…

A girl told me today that she loves the way I dress. And it wasn’t a joke. This makes me feel warm and fuzzy inside, because I put SO MUCH work into things such as makeup and outfits…I see it as artistic? I don’t know, but it’s more to me the regular ritual of girls making themselves look “pretty” every day…xD I probably still sound shallow anyway, but that’s okay.

Tomorrow’s gonna suck. WOOOO

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<GOD>

WHAT THE FUCK PART OF “DON’T SEND ME IMS DAMMIT, IF I WANT TO TALK TO YOU I WILL MESSAGE YOU” IS SO HARD TO UNDERSTAND? There’s all of one person I want to talk to lately. I have to sign in invisible all the time because my friends have the tendency to ignore my capslocked STAY AWAY FROM ME GRR messages all the time. I HATE SIGNING IN INVISIBLE.

FFFfffff part of a digital painting that died. It’s stupid to upload just the eye, but I spent such a painful amount of time and effort on this only to realize that the whole thing was anatomically/proportionally fucked up beyond saving that it’d forever pain me to…not post part of it somewhere. Even if it is on a blog that absolutely no one but my one friend several hundred miles away reads. HURR HURRRRRR

It was SUPPOSED to be a paintythingy of my main female character (that I love and do not want to butcher, kthnx), that I ended up…butchering. I draw her ALL THE FOOKING TIME and she must make up half my DA gallery but…yeah. She’s kind of…hard to describe? I don’t know. She’s very spoiled and isn’t the best with…reality. Kind of naive. See, hard to explain xD

From the same projectthing as the two kids in the previous post, only they never actually meet until one point that doesn’t last long. Which is good for her, because she’d probably be crushed by the weight of that boy’s gigantic ego.

IN OTHER NEWS, I think I’m starting to like high school. Wow. Unexpected.

Oh, and as for more failed paintings:

It’s only about halfway finished, but I think I’m giving up already because I hate the way her face looks. With a passion. I absolutely can’t fix it, and she’s yet ANOTHER girlcharacter that I don’t want to butcher. She’s ALSO from the same projectthing as redhead girl + ego boy + reality-hater girl. She’ll burn down wherever you’re living, and if you survive, she won’t kill you; she’ll condemn you to following her around in a black latex suitthing for all eternity, dancing. And no, she doesn’t dance. YOU do. Oh, and then she’ll rape your brain with her mental penis. (None of these things are true except the burning thing; but whatever.)

So yes. I want the only picture I’ve drawn of her so far to at least look okay :\

FFF I’LL ADD MORE LATER

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<EEEW>

Because I have the habit of putting only my shittiest doodles on here, I’ll post this >.> Eeeeuuurrrgh. That boy. He’s supposed to be ZOMGGORGEOUS to somewhatnotreally make up for his shitty personality. I obviously couldn’t accomplish thatIHAETDRAWINGMALESSOMUCH. No matter how hard I tried to fix his face, I just COULDN’T. The girl looks horrible too, because she wasn’t originally supposed to be…you know, in profile. I originally had her face in 3/4 view, but I somehow managed to phail at that and changed it AND IT STILL SUCKS

Eeeurgh. He’s looking all UBER POSSESSIVE BOIFRIEND, isn’t he? It’s really not like that…It’s actually something along the lines of “OKAY, IF I’M GOING TO BE AROUND THIS BITCH THEN I SHOULD AT LEAST BE THE CENTER OF ATTENTION GRRR” …or something.

ANYWAY. From mainprojectthatidon’ttalkaboutmuch. The one with school uniforms and hate and teenage stupidity and evil popstars that aren’t actually evil but are and hate and Pokemon games and angelic face-eaters and HATE. That one. The girl is an airhead (not TOO stupid, but still) and has a possessed Cthulhu doll that CLAIMS it’s Cthulhu but sounds a whole lot like some weird Lovecraftian perversion of Mr. T. The boy’s the average sex-crazed violence-loving teenage boy (ew), only with an anger problem and several, er, other details that I won’t go into. But yes.

I SLEEP NAO

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I am beyond god I am HUMAN I am the RAZOR BLADE on the COMMUNION TRAY
I am a FREAK IN CONTROL not a CONTROL FREAK, I am THE SHEEP THAT GOT AWAY
I am burning but NEVER CONSUMED, determined with NOTHING TO LOSE
I am who I am who I am who I am WHO AM I?
“Wreak Havoc” by Angelspit. No religious offense meant to anyone, of course… ()

<Oh, ew.>

<Audio//:Epica - Design Your Universe>

<Location//:My dark lair, aka my room>

<On the run from//:Compound equations>

AHAHAHAHA PEP RALLY TOMORROW

I’M SCARED.

It has the word “pep” in it, man. I’m going to be in an auditorium full of PEPPY teenagers getting PEPPED up for the homecoming game or whatever so that their PEP can power them and they can be PEPPY when they win. Using their PEP.

PEP

PEP

PEP

PEP.

“Pep” sounds like a medication to me.

Oh ew, math test tomorrow. *goes to study*

WAITBEFOREIDOTHAT. My English teacher = BITCH. She took points off my essaytestthing because I used the word “dude” in my pre-writing and “nuthouse” and “crazies” in one sentence where I made it obvious that I was going to go informal. My grammar, spelling, facts and comparisons were all fucking PERFECT; she just HAD to take points off for SOMETHING. Goddammit. There goes my 100% in that class >.>

Oh and also. I have a never-opened composition notebook sitting on the foot of my bed right now. Daaah. It’s so…beautiful. If only I knew what to scar its pages with.

/wrists

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<WHAAAAT>

<Audio//:Epica - The Divine Conspiracy_>

<Location//:Kitwit HQ, aka my room_>

<On the run from//:Little blue elephants, Latin scansion_>

When was the last time I updated this…?

Re-blog…a month ago. AHAHAHAHA

Here comes the part to where I repeat this to myself: IG will not die. IG will not die. IG will not die. IG will not die. Yet.

Anyway, life has been…hectic. WHERE DO I START. Okay, well, I hate science because prior to now I didn’t understand any of the material well (we’ve moved on to astronomy now though and I understand THAT lol, save for the big bang because WTF THERE WAS NOTHING BEFORE IT SO HOW DID THAT HAPPEN…I can’t explain it away with god, either, because his/her/it’s origins make even less sense…WHY CAN I NOT FIGURE ANYTHING OUT?), and there’s homework just about every class from there >.> I’m also worried about math, because while I do all the homework, I don’t get the material THERE either. I totally bombed a quiz today, for instance :’D Latin is the same, but that’s my fault for not listening for three years xD I’d better start now >.> Though we’re working on poetry scansion and it’s totally pointless in my opinion…I mean, we could be “reviewing” grammar things (I use quotation marks there because what would be a review for the rest of the class would be the first time I’ve learned it >.>). Oh well, I just survive this year of Latin and then I’ll have enough foreign language credits to graduate with an Advanced Studies diploma and will never have to take foreign language ever again — though I DO want to take German in my Sophomore and Junior year, possibly Senior. That just leaves me sure with English, Art, and History, my favorite subjects…D:

HAVE A DOODLE:

Haven’t completely sorted her out yet (hopefully I’ll type more about it in a different entry when I have)…Just know that she’s dead. :p Everything cool about her happens in the afterlife. Well, afterlife #1…Hurrhurr. She has two companionpeople, a naive pink-haired girl who thinks that they’re “sisters” and a newly-dead boy with an “OMG WE’RE ALL GONNA DIE…AGAIN” personality.  Got the idea for them while researching Halloween/Hallowe’en/Hallow’s Eve/Samhain/Celtic New Year/Whatever you’d like to call it; the whole thing about deadland and livingland mixing really intrigued me. That’s probably going to be the theme of my Halloween picture if I draw one…

HAVE ANOTHER DOODLE:

This one LOOKS dead, but I assure you, she’s not.

ANYHOW. I wanted to type more, but I can’t run away from this scansion homework any longer…D: Bai bai for now.

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DUUURRR

DUUURRR

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<I HAET SCHOOL>

HIGH SCHOOL
IT’S ICKY
OR AT LEAST, MINE IS ICKY.
Ffff. I had a stupid, unimportant orientation yesterday, and an orientation that actually mattered today, in which we get our schedules and “walk” them (get to go to each class in order for a couple minutes, meet our teachers, see who’s in our classes with us, etc). Despite already knowing that the school itself is old and…not pretty and that most of my friends aren’t going to that particular school with me, I tried to go with an open mind. I really did.
Didn’t work.

First off, it was so EMPTY going to school after three moths of missing my friends to realize that I’m not going to see them for another year. I’d always KNOWN that fact, for years; but it never fully registered on me until now. I still tried to stay positive, though; maybe one of the few friends that’d be there with me would be in a lot of my classes, and maybe I could make new friends…Yeah.

Schedule:
A day:
1. Earth Science Honors
2. English 9 Honors
3. Latin 3
4. Art 1
B Day:
5. PE
6: RAIDER RALLY LOL GEE I WONDER WHAT THIS IS
7. Pre-AP History
8. Algebra

So, apparently, I start my A Days with Science. This would usually be fine; in middle school I always had my science block either first or second in the day, but this is different. I HAVE TO CROSS A FUCKING BRIDGE TO GET THERE. I KID YOU NOT. The school has a goddamn <em>bridge</em> on the upper floor that passes over the roof. Said bridge is mostly windows, so it actually looks really cool, but that’s not the thing. If my locker is on the lower floor, I’ll have to go from my locker, to the stairs, upstairs, to the end of the hall, across the aforementioned bridge, and then to the end of the hall there before the bell rings. And if my locker is on the bridge side (I’m not sure if there are lockers there or not though), then I’ll have to do the same in reverse to get to another class.
WHAT.
My classes are all over the place, seriously. It’s just…AUGH. UPSTAIRS DOWNSTAIRS UPSTAIRS DOWNSTAIRS UPSTAIRS DOWNSTARS DOWN THE HALL UP THE HALL DOWN THE HALL UP THE HALL FFFFFF. This may be the way most high schools are, but still, it’s really intimidating. And I won’t have my tardly friends to get lost with me, either /wrists

Second block, English, seemed better. I had Drew (:iconsnowphones:) in that class with me, so yay! But the teacher was a chick. A CHIIIICK. Normally I wouldn’t have a problem with this, but I’m afraid of it being a repeat of last year, where my teacher loved a certain…Book series that no adult should like (a lot of my friends and watchers are sane fans of this book series, which is fine, but when you’re an adult that’s RIDICULOUS), meaning that she had no taste in literature whatsoever and was overall a total tard that piled on work, hated me for not liking the book series I mentioned, etc. I’m afraid of this teacher being like that. At first I was hopeful, but then she started TALKING. The whole school was telling us to use this two-binder system for organization, and this teacher was all “lol u can does that lolol but id prefer if u get a binder just for this class lol cuz if i see work from another classes in these binder u face my ungodly wrath LOLOLOL.”. In other words, she appears to be a bitch. D:

Latin…This actually doesn’t seem so bad. Drew is in that class with me, too, and the teacher seems cool (NO MORE CAMBRIDGE LATIN COURSE STYLE GRAMMAR LESSONS OR UNIT TESTS WOOO), and while all of the worst people in my Latin class last year went to this school and not the one where my friends are at (this is decided by where you live, btw), none of the absolute most annoying ones are in my class. My brother’s not in there with me, either :iconimhappyplz: WOO.

ART. This was a total disappointment. I was hoping to have friends there, because I’m shy about the whole art thing. I can’t draw or even take out my drawings unless there’s someone I’m comfortable with in the room (which is ironic because I post my drawings on the fooking internet). The teacher seems really cool, which I guess helps, but the class is small, and the only person in the class I think I may get along with has a very bitchy girlfriend and a very “LOL GENERIC JOCK KID” friend attached to him. The other people are people I already know and don’t like, and one boy I don’t know but is EXTREMELY stupid. Like, to the point of pointing to the boy’s bitchy girlfriend and saying “LOL THIS GURL IZ MY ENEMEEEZ” and then asking the teacher if we were going to do a unit on manga art. FAIL. (If it turns out this kid is Special Ed or something, I’m sorry in advance.) There is a TINY chance that one of my friends that wasn’t able to come to the orientation may be in my art class with me, but once again, small chance. D:

As for B day, FAIL ALL AROUND. I have two friends (Drewy and Joann, aka :iconinuyashalover588:) in my first (well, technically fifth, but y’know) block class, PE. PE, FIRST BLOCK. AS IN, I’M GOING TO WAKE UP IN THE MORNING, GET TO SCHOOL, THEN SCURRY INTO THE GYM AND START RUNNING AROUND. AND WHEN THE MILE RUN TIME OF YEAR COMES AROUND, I’LL BE DOING THAT FIRST THING IN THE MORNING, TOO! JOY. D:<
“Raider Rally” turned out to be a universal study hall thing. This would be just fine if not for the fact that the classroom I’m placed for it is full of IDIOTS. You know, the kids that you don’t know because they aren’t in any classes with you because they’re in academic classes and you’re in honors, and usually this wouldn’t automatically label them as “dumb”, but in this case it does, because the way they act in there speaks for their intelligence? Yeah, them. Within the like, five minutes I spent in there, I managed to realize that almost everyone in there was a fucking idiot. Save for :icondance2urbeat: and a couple other people that I don’t know too well. I was hoping to have spent some of the time in that class drawing during the year; but with people like that all around I don’t know if I’ll be able to. /wrists

History was also shitty. Almost everyone in there was the kind of person you can automatically tell is a shallow snob just looking at them. Yeah, I know, don’t judge a book by its cover. I try to enforce this a lot, so it’s kind of hypocritical for me to say this. But these kids just radiate this “I have nice things and I’m going to shove it in your face. Oh, and I’m pretty too, I’m going to shove that in your face also. I’m also going to make it obvious that I think myself better than you :D” aura radiating off of them. I may be wrong, but I’m probably not. I must’ve had a “D:” look on my face the whole time, because when I was leaving, the teacher (who seems nice, at least) asked if I was okay. Twice. :’D

My algebra class has two freshmen, if you include me. TWO. Meaning that there were only two students (me and this other kid I don’t know) in that class during the orientation and the rest are SOPHOMORES. I don’t know if this is good or bad. The teachers seem nice, though. Yes, plural, because this is a “dumb math” class that not only takes the “LOLSMART”ness away from my schedule somewhat and apparently requires two teachers to “help” the students. DURR.

Oh, and because it’s high school and high schools have a lot of students, I could only find four or five of the friends that are going to that school with me. One wasn’t there all together apparently, and the others I didn’t even see, probably because of the crowd and such. Which really, really sucks.

Oh well, maybe I’ll have my locker in an awesome place? Or maybe I’ll become good friends with someone I didn’t previously know? Hopefully both. If not both, then hopefully the latter. I’d rather a close friend than a nice locker area any day. :’C

I think I had something else to report to you, but my wangst has caused me to forget it C:

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