Kiwi Anime

Now I get to apologize.

Sat, 03 Jun 2006 04:16:26 GMT

Sorry for my dissapearing. I am making two posts on the same night. One is unlocked and the other will be locked. This is the unlocked portion.

I apologize for dissapearing. Summer has been amazingly boring to no end. I have seen a few movies with my pal Becca, applied at Target and Dairy Queen for jobs...and besides that, nothing much else has gone on, really.

There was a possibility I was going to be working at Target with my pal Richard, but he got a letter saying he didn't make it. ;_; So wish me luck. Hopefully ONE of these two places (Target and DQ) will hire me. If not, I'll hafta start getting creative with where I apply. Any ideas?

Summer...

Sun, 21 May 2006 22:45:10 GMT

So, I'm officially on summer vacation, now that the seniors officially graduate today. I was even there for the 'tossing of the caps', since I was in the choir and had to sing at the ceremony. It was kinda funny, cause they tossed 'em, and then the parents were all, 'Wait, we didn't get pictures of the CAPS IN MIDAIR cause you did it too suddenly!' So they had to do it again while us underclassmen/juniors in the choir were laughing.

Finals, finals...I DON'T GIVE A FUCK ANYMORE!!! They're over. I don't care anymore. I don't think I flunked, that's good enough for me. XD

So...I'm probably going to be getting a new car. >< Because my baby, my lil 03 Taurus...broke again. This is the fourth time in ninety days I've had to have it towed. So, yeah. Getting a new car. Like, NEW car. Not a used piece of shit. That'll be nice.

And I'm probably gonna be getting a new job somewhere for the summer, as I've been informed by my parents. NOT WORKIN FOR MY DAD! YES!!! I'm very happy about that. I seriously wouldn't mind working at Price Chopper. I wanna job. I want something to do for the first...what...one and a half months of summer I'm doing NOTHING during. XD

I'm a LIBERAL.

Sun, 14 May 2006 20:46:56 GMT

Your Political Profile:

Overall: 15% Conservative, 85% Liberal

Social Issues: 0% Conservative, 100% Liberal

Personal Responsibility: 25% Conservative, 75% Liberal

Fiscal Issues: 25% Conservative, 75% Liberal

Ethics: 0% Conservative, 100% Liberal

Defense and Crime: 25% Conservative, 75% Liberal

How Liberal Or Conservative Are You?

Oh-my-fucking-god-ness.

Wed, 10 May 2006 14:18:30 GMT

Time for an update on the crazy world of ME.

So, Monday, we had a Chemistry test. I probably spent around half of my weekend studying for it...and the other half was spent online. But that's beside the point. It was a hard test. Mr. Crumm even told us that it was the last unit he wanted to teach, and he really wanted to teach it in around three weeks but had to instead teach it in 1 1/2. And it was a REALLY hard chapter. We were dealing with chemical equilibrium, and things like specific heat and heat of formation/reaction, and entropy...it was VERY difficult.

Now, I'm in Soph Honors Chem, and there is only one chemistry teacher in the school: Mr. Crumm. So he ALSO teaches the AP Chem students. And their AP test is today (Wednesday). They're probably sitting there in the cafeteria now, dying. I heard the AP Chem is so hard, if you get a 50% you get a five. (That means you get the highest score possible if you get half the problems correct.) So, when we were in the Chem room almost all of Monday trying to get ready for the test, which our class would take eighth hour, the APers were all, 'ICK STUPID FIRST YEAR CHEMS WE HAVE OUR BIGGEST TEST OF THE YEAR COMING UP IN TWO DAYS GO AWAAAAY!' But we still had to take the stupid test.

Well, everybody sucked. Really bad. Even the people in the class who usually get 90s sucked. We sucked so bad, he gave us a 15% curve. That means that without the curve, I would have gotten a 66% on that test, and my grade for the quarter, which is already around that, would be screwed. But with the curve, I instead got an 81%. Which DEFINATELY helped my grade out a lot. So I was happy about that. But I still have to do good on the final to really save my grade.

So, that's the most exciting thing that's happened as of late. Lemme tell you how the NEXT WEEK is going to go for me...

Wednesday
That's today. Lesse...we have this old traditional assembly today called 'Tree Day.' It's been going on since my school moved to the campus it's on today, way back in the late 60s. Basically, it was started because the campus was built where there were basically NO trees of any kind (it's Kansas, what'd you expect?), so to make the campus prettier, every year around this time the students would all get together and plant one or more trees on the campus.

While that's cool and all, cause now there are lotsa big trees that provide some nice areas to hang out and such with shade and flowers, now they've made it this old tradition that's really stupid. All of the kindergarteners break into little groups, and one 'Lifer' (or a senior who has been at our school since first grade, or basically their whole life) goes with each group of kindergarteners. And each tree gets dedicated to somebody who contributed in some way to the school, like some prestegious alumni who funded the new baseball field, or to some past student who died in a car wreck...

Now, where does the REST of the school, grades 1-11, come in? We sit. On the grass. And wait. And they talk. And talk. And they must dedicate each friggin LEAF or something it takes so long. And the kindergarteners dig holes. And then they all sing some cute little song. And then we sing the school song, possibly the most annoying song every composed. And the whole fucking thing takes an HOUR, usually more. It's starting at two. School isn't released until 3:15. That's how long they drag it out. So, officially the most boring day of the year.

And after that I hafta use the directions my mom wrote down as I was running out the door to get to the doctor's office for a check up. (For those of you who know me well, you'll catch my drift when I say 'doctor'.) Hopefully I won't get lost. >> Then I'm coming home and I'm gonna start the grueling process of studying for finals.

Thursday
That's tomorrow. Tomorrow we have another assembly, only this one'll be a little more interesting. It's the yearbook assembly. Our yearbook is always really cool, and they always pick out really neat themes for the book, and they dedicate it to really cool teachers, and it's always really pretty with lotsa colors. So right after the assembly everybody's gonna be immediatenly scanning the yearbook for all the stuff their pictures in. So I'm going straight to the pages for the play that was in October to see if there are any good pictures of me being Mrs. Frank, and I'm probably gonna check the Choir area next to see what they say about Mr. Diffendaffer as a first-year teacher...

And everybody's gonna be getting everybody's signature and all that shit. I'm so gonna try out my new signature. It looks more like 'Kly' with a star at the end. XXDD

Friday
Friday is officially the last day of the fourth quarter. But don't think it'll be an easy day. It'll be a full day of being told, 'This is what you're allowed to bring into the testing room, this is what I'm including on the final, this is how I suggest you study over the weekend, THIS IS THE DATE OF YOUR EXECUTION.' Basically.

But there will be a quick respite because it's the seniors' last day of high school EVER (I so envy them) and they're going to play the special Senior Video, where they have about five seconds on each student with a bunch of other fun stuff thrown in. They usually reveal the secrets of the senior prank then. -giggles- I still hafta say, the desks in the hallway and the Facebooks of all the teachers was pretty funny and amusing. And the Starbucks cups FILLING the head of school's office? Priceless.

BUT! Friday is special for ME because of what I'm doing Friday NIGHT! Jeremy and Jessica are BOTH in a production of Cinderella, and me and my best friend are going to see them! Jessica's one of the mice (Poor Jessica, she's fourteen and she hasn't grown an inch since she was about ten...she needs to hit her growth spurt), and Jeremy is -GASP- The Prince. I don't mind him stage-kissing another girl, cause it's just a stage kiss. The last girl he had to stage kiss I had to be onstage during it, and I totally kept my cool. (My mom says my face was red and smoke was coming out of my ears...I think she's lying...) But it's going to be the first time ever I'm going to be with Jeremy NOT under the scrutiny of my mother or our tap teacher. His mom'll probably be there, but that's OK.

I'm kind of starting to freak about Friday night. I'm sixteen now. Jeremy knows VERY WELL I haven't been alowed to date yet because of the family rule of 'No dating until your sixteen.' So I'm sixteen now. Last time I saw him was my surprise birthday party, and I think he kept waiting for a chance to talk to me alone but everybody else kept bugging me and making me play DDR with them. But I'm not getting my hopes EXTREMELY up...I don't want to have all my hopes completely shattered if he doesn't say ANYTHING. But I'm still freaking out...aaaahhh...

Saturday/Sunday
Basically, studying for finals all weekend. That'll be rough. I always freak over my finals, because I'm a very 'nervous' kinda person, as people have said to me. I freak over projects I turn in, tests I take, presentations I...present...yeah. So I'm gonna be freaking all weekend over my finals.

Monday
Monday's finals. History, 8:30 - 10:30. A little worried about this, since I'm HORRIBLE at remembering facts and that's all history is, and it's almost always my worst subject. Aside from this year. Now my hardest subject is Chemistry, 1:15 - 3:15. I'm worried about that one. If I do bad on that final, my semester grade'll be shot, and my GPA will take a dive I don't want it to take. Inbetween 10:30 and 1:15 is the classic almost three hour break between finals. Most people go out to lunch somewhere during this time and get back about half an hour before hand for last-minute (literally) cramming. Some people just stay there the whole time and eat lunch at the same time as the middle schoolers. -cringe- A few just study the whole time and don't eat. And a few leave when the morning final's out and get back just in time to start the afternoon final. XD I'm probably gonna go to lunch somewhere and come back about an hour before hand, cause I'm so worried about Chemistry.

Tuesday
English, 8:30 - 10:30. Not worried about this. I've read all the books and actually enjoyed most of them. I know all the vocab. Grammar comes naturally for me. I rock at writing essays, and Mr. Luce already loves my writing. So I'm good on that one. Probably gonna stay out a while longer during the break Tuesday, because I'm not worried about the final after it, which would be Algebra, 1:15 - 3:15. I've gotten A's and high B's all year on stuff, and it's almost always been one of my easiest subjects. Again, not worried.

Wednesday
The day of truth. Spanish, 8:30 - 10:30. Not worried about this one either. I rock at Spanish. And then...then...! IT'S SUMMER! YES!!! -does a very energetic dance- I so can't WAIT! SUMMER! NO MORE TESTS! NO MORE HOMEWORK! NO MORE NOTES! NO MORE POINTLESS PROJECTS! And best of all...NEVER...AGAIN...NO...MORE...CHEMISTRY!!! YES!!!!! NO MORE CHEMISTRY! NO MORE CHEMISTRY! YES, YES, YES!!!!!

-pant pant- I'm just so excited about never having to deal with Chemistry again. I don't plan on ever taking AP Chemistry, and I'm not thinking I'm majoring in anything in college that will require any kind of Chemistry. No more Chemistry. I am just so excited about that. It's not the class itself, or the teacher (I freaking love Mr. Crumm)...it's the subject itself. So fucking hard. I'm so glad to get rid of it.

So. That's my exciting, fun-filled week. It's gonna be exciting, stressful, and probably mind-numbing in intesity. So, if I kind of dissapear, it's because I'm either studying my ass off or I'm having an emotional break-down. Or I'm sleeping. That's possible too.

...Shout-outs, in case I don't get to talk to some of you for a while.

SR Peeps - That crack chat was cracktastic. I mean, we were so high off that chat. Insanity, I tell you. Utter insanity. XXDD

Carissa - Don't keep those membahs waiting for the winner! I already gave you my votes as judge, so GET TO WORK, YOU LAZY! XXDD I'm just joshing ya, sweetie. -huggles- I wub you.

Win - SPAZZ. ...-cracks up- Sorry. Just had to say that. XXXDDD

Archai - Go to SR-pre. You're about to be left in the dust. Me and Roger are just PLOWING right along without you, and we're kinda leaving Benny behind too. So I'm nice and I'm gonna wait a while before replying again so you can do something. ^^

Dani - Your icons you posted in Rentitarians made my day. I'm just sad that my cool Going INSANE icon can now be used by other people. It isn't just mine anymore. That makes me sad. ;_; But whatever. STAB ME IN THE HEART, WHY DONTCHA? ...-giggles- I wub you, Dani. Make sure not to go too crazy with the banners in boho. XD

Laura - Same goes for you with the banner deal; don't go too crazy. Although I do hafta admit it's slightly entertaining watching you two go at it with the banners. XXDD I wub you too. I just wub evwybody! ^^

Ellen - I MISS YOOOOU! Dani said you were on the other day, and you said your new computer was getting in...-gives a big hug if you read this- I so feel sorry for you and your malfunctioning computer. You need another hug! -gives another hug- Hope I get to catch you some in the next few days if you happen to get on. If not...do some replyage! I'm going INSANE waiting in AprilDRAMA! -fidgetfidget- Seriously. Insane. Me.

Ami - Since I know you'll have a hissy fit if you read this and I don't say anything to you. XP Hey there. Hope you're having a slap-happy day! Oh, and remember when we were going on about making a comic? That would be really fun. I can just imagine the zany things we'd do in a comic...it'd be insane.

Kitty - Think I gave you the link to this. So, saying 'hi' to you, too. Luv ya! And if you embarrass me on Friday when we go to Cinderella together, I will never forgive you! And if WHEN I make a third chapter in my smut!fic, I won't give it to you! -GASP- There. Threats are fun.

So. Talk to you guys later...hopefully. -hopehope-

Fri, 05 May 2006 06:33:06 GMT

So, I had another insane dream last night. And it was long.

It started out pretty normal. Kinda funny, actually. I think it was around February of 91, so right after RENT. Mimi and Roger and Collins were in perfect health. And, well, for some reason (gee, wonder why) Roger was deciding it'd be FUN to tease Mark. So, after a while of teasing, somehow he gets on the topic of Mark not having a girlfriend and really, REALLY needing to get laid.

So, Mimi walks in, and she's overhearing their conversation from outside (I think she was eavesdropping...). And she tells them about this flyer she saw for a speed dating get-together. I first heard about this kind of thing (don't laugh ><) from the movie Hitch, and basically what they did was got in a big line at a long table, boys on one side and girls on the other, and would have little five-minute dates with the person across from them. And when the five minutes were up, the girl stood up and moved one place to the side and had another five-minute date with the guy that was now in front of her.

Well, Roger thinks this is an awesome idea for Mark, because he thinks he needs to be FORCED into those kind of situations where you have to make conversation because he won't talk to people otherwise. So, a very agitated Mark is forced to go to one of these little get-togethers, which for some reason lasted a whole two hours. And Roger and Mimi decided to go out to dinner while he was doing his dates.

And on the way up there (dunno why I'm compelled to share this), Mark was doing the math and being all, 'I'm going to have TWENTY-FOUR DATES tonight, and I haven't gone out for almost two years...' (I always thought him and Maureen stopped really formally going out on actual dates when Roger got into withdrawl after April. -shrug-) And he was whining and all, and in the end Mimi had to basically shove Mark into the room.

So, Mark tries to enjoy himself, but the girls kinda scare him. (YES, I DREAMED ALL TWENTY-FOUR GIRLS, AND I REMEMBER MOST OF THEM.) Like one asked him what his favorite flavor of jelly bean was, and when he couldn't decide because of how weird the question was she started laughing at him. And another one immediately asked him when she sat down what his life ambition was. And they ALL commented on him looking like it was his first time. ('It's your first time, isn't it?' 'WHY DOES EVERYBODY KEEP SAYING THAT?!'...'Are you new?' '...Is it that obvious?!')

And another girl told him right off the bat he was sexy, so he was blushing the whole time and didn't say anything. And another girl had this really long name and he was trying the entire time to pronounce it correctly and when he wasted the whole five minutes trying to get her name straight she kind of got in a bad mood and was all snappy with the next guy.

So Mark was kind of in a bad mood by the end of the night. And then he gets to the last girl, and he says right off the bat, 'Hey, I'm Mark Cohen, I don't know what my favorite flavor of jelly bean is, and YES, I'm new.' And she kind of laughed softly and said, 'Yeah, me too.' 'You're new?!' 'Yeah. I haven't met a SINGLE GUY all night who's new.' 'I swear I'm the only one or something.' And her name was Anne. And that's the only name I remember. (Including the really long one. It was really long, though...)

And she asked him what the bag over his shoulder was (HE HADN'T TOUCHED HIS CAMERA ALL NIGHT!!! GIVE THE BOY A HAND!!!), and he told her it was his camera, and he told her he made films like the documentary he made, and when he said it was on the homeless people she told him that was really interesting. And then he asked her where she was from (it had seemed to work for him in the past and usually didn't lead to awkward stuff), and they found out they had both grown up in classic suburban homes, Mark obviously in Scarsdale, and Anne somewhere in Maine.

And Anne mentioned how her perfect suburban mother forced her into ballet, and Mark mentioned how his perfect suburban mother forced him into soccer and he broke his arm twice, and she told him how she sprained her ankle. And then the little buzzer went off (the signal that the five minutes were up), and they both stood up at the same time but kept talking about stuff...

(And there was a little fade-ish thingy here...)

So Mark was standing by the entrance to the community center where the speed dating had just been held waiting for Roger and Mimi (they had commanded him to wait until they got there to go back to the loft so they could immediatenly hear about what happened), and he was fiddling with his camera, and Anne suddenly walked up to him and asked him what he was doing. And then she told him she sucked at technological stuff, and he was all, 'Oh, this isn't that complicated, really,' and he kinda got into explaining the camera, and how you adjust the focus and the zoom and all.

And then all of a sudden Mark heard somebody say, 'OK, he's got it out, you owe me five bucks, Meems!' Obviously it's Roger and Mimi coming up the street, and Mark looks up and sees them coming rolling his eyes and tells Anne he better go, and she looks at her watch and is all, 'Oh, shit I better go. My roommate always freaks when I'm out super late. It's like she's my mom or something.' And Mark just kind of laughed, because he knew he was kind of like that with his roommates. And she was walking off in the opposite direction of the loft, but just when Mark was about to go to Roger and Mimi, she turned around, and was all, 'Wait, hold up,' and she fished for something in her purse and pulled out a piece of paper and pencil and scribbled something down, and Roger and Mimi stopped laughing about whateer they were laughing about. And Anne give Mark the piece of paper, and he sees...

HER PHONE NUMBER!!!

(Yeah, so my mind kind of skipped.)

So, back at the loft, Roger is all, 'Holy fuck, Mark, you got her phone number and you weren't even the one who asked.' 'She just wanted to keep in touch.' 'HOW DID YOU GET HER NUMBER WITHOUT EVEN ASKING?' 'I didn't GET her number, Rog. She just gave it to me.' 'YOU GOT A CHICKS NUMBER! And a pretty cute one, too...' 'AHEM!' 'Just kidding, Meems. You're definately way hotter than her.' 'Thank you, Roger. The only girl I've been able to talk to normally for a year and a half...' 'Do I not count, Mark?' 'No, you don't, because you're going out with Roger. Seriously, guys, it's not like I did anything special. We were just talking.' 'Maybe the geek factor IS attractive for some reason...It's the only explination for how you got her number. The only one.' '...Again, thanks. You're so good at boosting my ego, Roger.' 'Any time, man. -cheeky grin- Seriously, though, when you gonna call her?' 'I...dunno. Whenever.' 'No, Mark, you gotta call her, like, tomorrow. Take it from a girl herself; girls hate it when they give their number out and the guy waits to call them.' 'Well...I dunno, why would I call her?' 'Gee, I dunno. You can get together and play with your camera some more. -snigger-' 'She asked about it!' 'Yeah, sure. You can't put that thing down for anything. Not even for a date.' 'Rog, it was a five-minute date. It wasn't a real date.' 'Woah, woah, woah. You are considering asking her out for real, right?' '...What?' 'Rog's right, Mark. You should so ask her out.' 'But...we just barely met!' 'You gotta give it a try, Mark.' 'Yeah, Mark, you can't stay a dork your ENTIRE life.' '...Again. Thank you, Roger.' 'Sure thing.' 'But...I dunno. I haven't gone on a real date for ages...' 'That's exactly why you need to start!' 'Yeah! People are gonna think you've gone celibate!' 'ROG!' '-laughing-' 'Don't listen to him, Mark.' 'Celibate...-keeps laughing-' 'Mark, you call her up tomorrow, and you ask her what she's doing Friday night, okay? If she's busy, ask about Saturday. If she's still busy, ask about next weekend. Make sure she KNOWS you're interested.' '...But what if she's not interested?' 'You just gotta take that risk, Mark. Okay? Now, are you going to call her tomorrow?' 'I...I guess so.' 'SERIOUSLY?!' '...You know, Rog, I don't think you were quite stunned enough.' 'YOU'RE ACTUALLY GONNA DO IT?' '...Yes, Rog, I think I'm going to.' 'HOLY SHIT!' '...-face/palm- I'm going to bed.' 'You...you're actually...HOLY SHIT! This is so crazy.'

Yeah. Hopefully that transcription of what happened wasn't too confusing. XXDD

(YES, THIS IS A LONG DREAM!)

So, mind skipped again. It's the next day, and Mark is sitting next to the phone, ready to call Anne. Mimi and Roger are standing off to the side, ready to advise him if needed. (decides to use less confusing method of transcribing her dream)

(Ma) -dials- -waits- (A) -picks up the phone- Hello? (Ma) -freaks out- -covers reciever with hand, hisses at Roger and Mimi- She picked up!!! (Mi) What did you expect? (R) -sniggering- (Ma) -bites lip, uncovers reciever- Hello, Anne? (A) This is she. (Ma) Hey, umm, it's Mark. (A) Mark! Hey, how are you? (Ma) I'm, um... -pauses, Mimi motions for him to continue- pretty-pretty good. You know. Not much going on. -Mimi motions him to get on with it- So, um...how about you? (Mi) -face/palm- (A) Oh, pretty good. Just reading a book. (Ma) Really? Um...what book? (A) Pride and Prejudice. (Ma) ...Really? That's...neat. I've never read that. (Mi) -whispering to Mark- Stop stalling and get on with it. (R) -trying not to burst out into full blown laugher- (Ma) -covers reciever quickly, whispers at Roger- SHUT UP! -uncovers recievers- ANYWAYS...the reason I called, um... (A) Yea? (Ma) Umm...well, you know, you gave me your number and all...well, of course you gave me your number, I called you... -nervous laughter- (R) -holds back even harder laugher, face dark red- (Ma) -glares at Roger- And, um...yeah. I was just wondering... (Mi) Spit it out, Mark. (A) ...Yeah? (Ma) Um, if you...what you had planned this Friday? (Mi) -thumbs up sign- (A) -long pause- Um...I'm busy. (Ma) -eyes widen, covers reciever- She says she's busy!!! (Mi) -sigh- Ask about Saturday! (Ma) -takes deep breath, uncovers reciever- What about Saturday? (A) -longer pause- Um...no, I'm free Saturday. (Ma) -biting lip again- Um...cool! Uh...so, would you...um...I dunno, we could maybe go get dinner somewhere or something. Talk for a little longer than five minutes, you know. (A) -laughs- Yeah, that'd be nice. Kinda hard to get to know somebody in five minutes. (Ma) -smiles lightly- Yeah. -gives big smile at Mimi- (Mi) -face lights up into big smile, grabs Roger in a big hug- (R) -stunned Mark actually got Anne to say yes- (Ma) Well, then...umm...you live up in that building by 12th streed and 3rd ave, right? (A) Yeah. Room 12. (Ma) Room 12. Then I'll just, um...be there to pick you up around...umm...seven? (A) -pause- Sure. I'll see you then Mark! (Ma) Yeah, um...see you then! -hangs up- (R) -imitating Mark- You know, you gave me your number and all...well, of course you gave me your number, I called you... -cracks up- (Ma) Shut up.

After that, there was a sort of whirlwind glimpse of Friday, when Roger and Mimi took Mark to St. Mark's Place (how ironic, I always think) so that he could get a new shirt, because even though Anne had only seen one of his shirts he needed one that he hadn't spilled something on or ripped. And Roger helped so that Mimi didn't try to put him in something weird. So, Saturday rolled around (aka my brain skipped again), and Mark was looking at himself in the mirror. For some reason I don't remember what he ended up wearing.

So, on the way over to Anne's place, Mark grabbed a flower from a street vendor cause he decided he might as well give it his best shot. So, our little Mark, currently a nervous wreck, went to Anne's apartment building, knocking on the door of her room when she got there. But another girl answered the door, taking one look at him and quickly identifying him: 'Mark?' '...That's me...um, is A-' 'She'll be ready in a second. Come on in.' 'Oh, I don't want to intrude or anything...' 'No, no, come on it...' And the girl just ushered him right in, not giving him much of a choice, and he sat down on the couch and she sat in an armchair across from him.

This was their conversation. 'So...Mark, right?' 'Yes, Mark. Um...who are you?' 'I'm Ellie. But that's not important. -pause- So...how did you meet Anne again?' 'Umm...we both did this weird little speed dating thing over at the community center...' 'And when was this, again?' 'Um...just this past Tuesday...' 'And how many girlfriend have you had in the past?' '...Excuse me?' 'Oh, sorry, just making conversation. -pause- ...Two? Three?' '...I really don't see how this is relevent at all...' 'Oh, it isn't, don't worry. It's just pleasent conversation. -pause again- How many?' 'Three, if you really have to know.' 'Did you dump them or did they dump you?' '...I really...' 'It's just pleasent conersation, Mark. ...I bet they dumped you.' 'Two of them did. My first and my...erm...most recent. The one in the middle it was a sort of mutual break-up.' 'Why did the first and the third dump you?' 'Look, I really...' 'Oh, if this is making you uncomfortable, do let me know.' 'Actually...' 'You didn't cheat on them, did you?' '-getting agitated despite himself- No, it was the other way around. I found my first girlfriend, Nanette, making out with another guy from school, and she dumped me right then and there. And my most recent girlfriend, Maureen, dumped me for a girl.' '-obviously wasn't expecting this (dur)-...Oh.' 'Yeah.' 'Really?'

And Mark looks up, and realizes that Anne said this last thing, and he's now blushing pretty hard. He blinks, looking at Anne, and I remember she was wearing some kind of pretty green skirt with a white top and it looked really cute. 'Anne! Um...you look...really nice.' 'Yeah, um...so do you.' And Mark gets up and hands her the flower, and she kind of giggles a little. 'That's so nice of you! Ellie, can you get me a little vase or something I can put this in?' And while she dissapeares in the bathroom, Anne kind of rolls her eyes and is all, 'Sorry. Crazy over-protective roomate I told you about. She was probably questioning you to make sure you weren't going to kidnap me.' And Mark tries to laugh, but he obviously is a little embarrassed that she found out about Maureen. 'Mark, don't worry about it. I don't care if you've had five girlfriends in the past or if you've never gone out before in your life. We're just going to dinner, right?' 'Right.' 'Right. -pause- So...where are we going again?' 'I dunno, there's this neat place not too far from here, it has Italian. I even saved up money so I could pay.' '-giggles- Italian sounds good.'

But then the phone rang and Anne had to rush over to answer it, and she kind of blinked and said, 'Mark, it's for you.' And, well, obviously he's a little perplexed as to why somebody's calling here for him, and he takes the phone. And, very clearly from the other line, I hear, 'Kelsey, if you don't get up now, I'm gonna...' 'Ok, Ok, I'm getting up...-mumble grumble-'

Hopefully my dream will work like a fanfic and I'll get to envision the next chapter tonight. XXXDDD Yes, I know, I've always rambled on and on about how I hate Mark/OC. But I don't know if this is Mark/OC. It might be Mark and OC. I dunno. -shrug- I have to admit, it was entertaining. I have to admit, Ellie was a lot more interesting than Anne. XXXDDD She made me think of Poe for some odd reason. XXXXDDDD

Chaotic...

Wed, 03 May 2006 13:44:31 GMT

Why is it teachers just LOVE piling homework onto students in the LAST TWO WEEKS of classes? Yes, two weeks from now, at 10:30 AM, I will be getting out of my last final, and will officially be a senior. After that it's Bacculorette on Friday, which is sort of like the precursur to graduation, and I know the choir has to sing 'The Lord Bless You and Keep You', which has a really pretty 'amen' section at the end of it. And out actual concert is tomorrow night...

And my english project, which was going to be due a week from tomorrow, is now due tomorrow...

And I'm way behind on my Chemistry...

And I have yet to take those History notes...

And my Algebra homework is so fucking confusing because I missed two days last week and now I have no idea what's going on and there's a quiz today and I'm gonna flunk it...

And there's a Spanish quiz today over subjunctive, probably the most confusing verb tense out there, with vocab from this unit concerning the community (elections, governer, volunteer, rehabilitation clinic, community center, etc.)...

WHY?! WHY, WHY, WHY?!

Oh, me and Ellen are in probably the most depressing RP ever written. It comes with the territory: we've going through when Mark and Roger found April dead in the bathtub. So far...Mark found April in the bathroom at the same time Roger found a confusing note that only said 'We've got AIDS' on it, Roger goes to Mark to ask about the note, finds April, Mark reads the note, falls to ground sobbing because April's dead and Roger is HIV+, Roger jumps into the bathroom and tries to get April to wake up to the point of trying to bargain with God...-takes breath- Roger runs out of the bathroom and uses the last of April's stash to shoot up, which he hasn't done for six months because of a promise he made to Mark to not do it again, Mark comes out of the bathroom and finds Roger having just shot up, asks Roger why the fuck he just shot up and thinking why Roger is doing this all over again, Roger tries to leave the loft, Mark steps in front of him and yells, Roger shoves him roughly to the ground, Mark falls down, Roger rushes out of the loft and gets more smack and shoots in in the back of Life...-takes another breath- Paramedics come up to the loft cause Roger called them, they take April's body away, Roger comes back to the loft to see Mark on the couch, Mark yells at Roger some more, Roger punches Mark in the face, Mark can't bring himself to hit Roger back even though he's angry so he yells some more, Roger punches Mark in the stomach and runs to Collins' room to shoot up, Mark falls to the ground but gets up just in time and runs to Collins' room and grabs the stash from the bed before Roger gets to it and throws it out the window...

-is out of breath- -pant pant pant- And that's it so far.

Icon Post!

Mon, 01 May 2006 13:31:47 GMT

So I haven't done an icon post in ages. Mainly because I've been busy/tired/lazy. But this time, they're icons for Feeling Electric! Funness.

Teasers

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New Layout! ^^

Thu, 27 Apr 2006 19:44:40 GMT

So, here are the votes so far concerning my new layout...

Pretty: Five votes
Gorgeous: Two votes
Sexy: Three votes
'Snoggable': One vote
Flat-out Orgasmic: Two votes

And, my own vote, concerning the picture I used at the top was cast in Flat-out Orgasmic.

-stares at Anthony Rapp, transfixed-

NOTE: Somebody asked me what the text was from ('And he's smiling like he means it', which I thought SO described Anthony, cause he always smiles and you never think he's insincere about it), so in case you are not the massive Anthony fan that I am (HOW DARE YOU), it is a lyric from on of his songs from his CD, 'Look Around'. The song quoted is 'Just Some Guy', probably the cutest song ever written. ^^

EDIT: All RENT-fans should sign this!!!!

RENT 10 PETITION

351. Kelsey - COME ON! What about all of us who wanted to contribute but COULDN'T? I live in the midwest, how could I have seen it?!

YAY!

Fri, 21 Apr 2006 13:17:16 GMT

So, it's my birthday today! Sweet sixteen!!!

It was quite a surprise when the SECOND I walked into school Monica came RIGHT up to me and handed me a birthday card! ^^ She was probably getting a birthday card for Andrea (we have the exact same birthday) and remembered me! Isn't that cool?

So far I've gotten two birthday presents. One is from my aunt that came in the mail yesterday. It's the Pride and Prejudice movie. The one that was, like, for modern times. Yeah. I haven't had a chance to watch it yet, but I've heard it's cute. XD Looks really preppy and annoying to me. XXDD

I also got a present from my lovely Amikins! She drew me a picture! ^^ I <3 you, Amikins! SEE? I SO MENTIONED YOU IN MY JOURNAL!

Plans for today!!!
During school, I know a FEW things are going to happen. Without doubt, since me and Andrea are both in Singers together (choir), Mr. D's gonna have everybody sing Happy Birthday to us. I also know that I'm going to get a piece of candy on my desk in History from Mr. Gratwick. The in Spanish I'm probably gonna be sung the Mexican Birthday Song. I have a locker directly across from the Biology teacher's room, Dr. Leyva, so he's probably gonna do the Brazillian Birthday Song (complete with call and response 'Yippity yip!' 'Hooray!' 'Yippity yip!' 'Hooray!'). In Algebra, Mrs. Pagano, our resident opera singer slash mathmatician, is going to sing Happy Birthday, complete with a high note operatic finish that EVERYBODY in the building will be able to hear. And in Chemistry, Mr. Crumm is going to have cookies, since again me and Andrea are in Chemistry together.
After school is the first half of the school auction. So I have an even BETTER excuse to stay at school!!! So. Plan. I'm going to sing in the auction at 3:30 (which I hafta go to), and there's a baseball game at 4:30 I'm gonna SAY I'm going to. Which means I probably have until SIX central time instead of seven. That's 7:00 eastern, 5:00 mountain. But once I'm done pretending to go to the baseball game, I'm gonna go home. We're probably not gonna do much. I'm probably gonna be taken out to dinner at some point. And since I've -cough- not been on the internet at ALL this week (not that my mom knows of, at least...), my mom says I get to get on tonight. ^^
And Saturday me and Becca are going to a movie probably around eleven in the morning, so I can be home in time to baby sit my brother for my parents to go to the actual school auction. So I'll be on Saturday night as well!

So, probably Sunday I'll post up a big summary of my amazing birthday.

SWEET SIXTEEN, EVERYBODY!!! ^^

*EDIT*

Dani, Ellen, and Laura...STAY ON! I will be back on at about six central time, I swear. Hopefully all of you will be on around then!!!

Go...it's (almost) my birthday...

Wed, 19 Apr 2006 13:15:43 GMT

Two days.

Two. Days.

AND MY CAR BREAKS!!!

MY CAR FUCKING BREAKS!!!! IT WOULDN'T START!!!

So I had to drive to school today in this bigass black pickup truck. Don't worry, I learned how to drive in that thing, thanks to my dad saying, 'If you learn to drive in something like this, you can drive any car, big or small.' Cept stickshift. :P So I can drive it fine.

At least I can still drive to school. Because if I COULDN'T drive to school, it would mess up ALL of my plans for my birthday.

Here's the plan. (Hope all my buds who are planning to be on Friday read this.)

I tell Momo today after school, 'OK, you know how there was a baseball game this Friday? Well, it's at 4:30, and it'll probably last until six. So, after that, me and a bunch of my friends at school (Oh, I'm so smart, being 'social' again!) are going to go out to dinner for my birthday, ya know, as a kind of celebration! So, I might be home, oh, by 7:30, maaaaybe a little later. Is that OK? -pout-'

'Of course, Kelsey! I'm so glad you're hanging out with some of your friends at school.'

You mean the idiots at school who are always ignoring me and hardly ever talk to me and will get up and MOVE when I sit next to them at lunch? Oh, THOSE friends! Those are my friends? I see. OK. FINE, Mom.

So, what I'm REALLY doing. Stay at school. Hide in the library, where I have internete access on my laptop. Stay online from around 3:30 to 7:30, central time. THAT'S WHEN I'M GONNA BE ON. After that, I can't promise much. Saturday I'm probably gonna go to a movie with my best friend (no, for real, we have fun at the movies and have popcorn fights and talk about how were both rejects at school). But that's my birthday party. And you know what? That's fine with me.

Does anybody else think that's weird? I mean, I don't have any other friends out here that I understand anymore. Should I be worried that I'd rather spend four hours of my sixteenth birthday with my friends online than go to dinner with my 'friends' at school?

my fucked up life

Mon, 17 Apr 2006 17:53:01 GMT

My mom pulled me aside the other day for a discussion about my excessive use of internet time, since I spent basically all day Friday and Saturday on the computer, because every last one of my 'friends', or so I am forced to call them, were busy.

Apparently, my mom now thinks I'm anti-social. She says I need to socialize with REAL PEOPLE, because you guys are not actual human beings. I DO socialize with people around here. But I can't help hating where I live. And half of the reason I HATE where I live is my parents!!!

I mean, I want to be able to do stuff like a normal human being. I'm not even fucking allowed to DATE people. I can't express my support for other sexualities. It's even gotten to the point that my mom made me switch the song on the way to church in the car when 'Just Some Guy' by Anthony Rapp came on, because of what it was promoting. It's just...dammit.

SO. If I'm going to have any hope of getting on during my birthday AT ALL, I'm going to have to save up my hours. If I don't get on at home AT ALL until Friday, my bet is she won't be so effed up about it all. So, that's the plan. Maybe I'll get on a wee bit in the morning. I've even got a plan that I'm going to tell my mom I'm staying after for a game at school on Friday and hide in the school library. Tell you more about it later. Probably what's gonna happen is I'll say I'm going to the soccer game Friday, and stay in the library until about seven PM central time. Do the math. After that I can't guarentee much, because my parents will probably be all, 'It's your birthday! We need to go out to dinner, and do this, and do that...'

Presents...

Sat, 15 Apr 2006 17:56:46 GMT

OK, my birthday presents so far.

I have already been given a cyber chocolate cake, which I exchanged at the cyber Price Chopper for sugar cookies. Thanks for the thought, hon, but I dun like chocolate.

Anyways...my mom called me downstairs last night after I'd gotten off. She said something along these lines.

Mom: OK, Kels, I know what you want for your birthday.
Me: -gets extremely excited-
Mom: BUT -heart drops- your dad thinks you should get presents.
Me: -ready to cry- So...we're not...?
Mom: No, it's still happening. -tries not to scream- But you get to choose a few small presents. VERY SMALL presents. And if you want, you and Becca can go and do something Saturday the day after your birthday. But we're gonna try and make this trip work.
Me: OMG! THAT WOULD BE SO FREAKING AWESOME!!!
Mom: All we have left is to find somebody to watch your brother.
Me: ...I thought it was just gonna be you and me...?
Mom: No, your father should come too. New York's a big city, and it's been a while since I've lived up there. So it's probably gonna be the three of us. Because your brother would not enjoy a trip to New York.
Me: -shakes head- No, he wouldn't.
Mom: So, once we have somebody offer to watch your brother, it's going to happen.

...Anybody think they could fly down to Kansas one week in early June and watch my brother? Anybody? ANYBODY?!?! PLEASE!!!!!

ONE F%^*IN WEEK!!!

Fri, 14 Apr 2006 21:58:14 GMT

I can't handle it. I mean, it's just ONE WEEK.

Oh, and here's the lovely summation of exactly what the plans for my birthday are. (Well, technically it's Mark's birthday online.)

Me (as Mark): Do I not get a say about what happens on my birthday? At all?!
Laura (as Angel): ...You can pick what flavor cake you want.
Dani (as Mimi): And who you want in it. ;)

Jokes like that are what's making me fear getting on in a week.

But I can't wait to be sixteen.

How fried can a brain get?

Wed, 12 Apr 2006 23:20:46 GMT

I have the answer to that question. So fried, you feel like taking a nap until the start of the next day...oh, sometime around noon.

OK, so. Woke up at 5:30 as usual to go to bible study school. Now, what's weird is, for the first time for a bit, I didn't get on my laptop the night before. So I slept plenty. But for some reason, when the alarm went off, I just turned it off and tried to go back to sleep. That didn't work, and soon my head was screaming at me, GET UP! So I quickly got ready in five minutes to rush to bible study school on time.

I think that set up the day for me.

Got home, had my usual eggs for breakfast. Decided to wear jeans and a long-sleve t-shirt. Got up to school, deciding to listen to particularly loud music on the way up. I'm getting a little louder every day.

So, free period first hour. Got on my laptop, got nothing done. Didn't really see anybody, since I got to school about fifteen minutes early. So, after 45 minutes of nothing, go to the choir room for choir. And everybody there is wearing suits and skirts and slacks and general 'dress-up' clothes.

Ho-shit, Cum Laude.

Cum Laude is basically private school National Honors Society. A few juniors and seniors get inducted into it, those that are at the top of the class. One of those long traditions my school has. So everybody's supposed to dress up, cause a shit load of alumni come.

And I'm wearing jeans and a long-sleeve t-shirt from American Eagle that says '<3 Breaker'.

So, starting at 8:45, in about ten minutes time, I get permission from the choir director to miss class, I call home, telling my mom I need to be dressed up, she refused to bring clothes up for me, told me to come get them myself, I accepted, had to call her back from the front office so she could inform the lady at the desk that I had permission to leave campus (she had fallen back asleep), and I ran out to my car in the parking lot.

8:55, I'm pulling out of school. And somehow, in the ten minutes it takes to get home, I saw THREE cops. When I'm not supposed to be driving except to and from school for nine more days. In the middle of school hours. Luckilly, no incident. 9:05, at home, choose something to wear. 9:15, leave home, head back to school.

Mind you, a trip to school takes about ten minutes, as I said before. Well, history starts at 9:30 on days we have assemblies. Such as Cum Laude. So I knew, in theory, I would have five minutes to get in the building and into class.

9:25. Pulling into school, going up to my RESERVED spot to park again. And some idiot alumni has parked there, disreguarding the RESERVED sign for the ENTIRE loft.

9:27. -Yes, I was looking at the clock A LOT.- I find a spot, about a mile away from school. (OK, not literally.) RUNNING in my high heels, I don't think I've ever used the word fuck in spoken word as much as I did in the minute or so I RAN up to the building. 'Fucking idiots, the lot is fucking reserved for students, and I'm fucking gonna be late for fucking History, why do we fucking have to dress up for the fucking Cum Laude...'

9:29. I made it. On time. Somehow. Oh, but who should greet me but Kevin, a boy I've been working on a Spanish project with. 'Kels, you have the poster?'

FUCK. THE POSTER.

No, I have no poster. And I can't go back to get THAT too, dammit. At least I didn't have to tell that to Kevin. 'It's OK, I have free period.' (He's such a sweetie.) 'We...just kinda need a poster...' So, I RUN into the Spanish room, telling him I'm about to be late for History, and grab the first poster board I see. Something I used on a last project. I hand him the poster upside down, saying, 'Put the pictures on the back side.' 'OK.'

9:30. I literally ran into History as he was shutting the door. And there was this fly buzzing around my head during the entire class. Like, 'Ha, ha, you suuuuck...' I swear, I wanted to fucking kill that fly...

10:15-11:00, Cum Laude. Pointless, since sophs don't even get considered for induction. I nearly fell asleep.

Right after that, Spanish. Ryan, me and Kevin's other partner in our group, is holding a piece of paper, as is Kevin. Shit, we needed to SPEAK for the presentation TOO. It wasn't just a fucking poster. So, I had to give my third of the presentation on the fly. Translated: 'Transportation in the past was okay. There were cars, but they weren't comfortable. They didn't go fast. There were planes, but they were new and they weren't comfortable. There were boats that used...-doesn't know how to say 'steam', changed mind- Not many people traveled in the past.'

Yeah, I flunked it, most likely.

Survived Spanish, then got through English. Lunch. Menu: PIZZA! FINALLY, SOMETHING GOOD HAPPENS. Oh, no, sorry, we handed the last pizza to the person in front of you in line, and we didn't make enough. So you get to wait fifteen minutes.

So I ate one slice of charred pizza with five minutes to go before Algebra. I make it just in time again, and by this point I am in DIRE need of a nap of some sort. From this point on, things kind of blurred together. I remember getting a 79 on my Algebra test we got back, and nearly falling asleep in Forensics while looking for material for next year when I'm not even sure if I'm gonna be on the team. And chemistry I sat at the bored with the problem in front of me going, 'How the FUCK do I do this' with everybody else just wizzing on through...

And I got home alive. I know that much. Doesn't feel like it, but since I still feel completely fried I can't be dead. I am probably not going to get on my laptop again tonight. But I'm on now.

Diez.

Tue, 11 Apr 2006 04:42:33 GMT

That's TEN in Spanish for you morons. As in number of days left until I turn sixteen. Yeah. I can't wait. NEXT FRIDAY, ALL OF THE RENT-HEADS RPERS ARE REQUIRED TO BE ON!!! I mean, seriously. Since I'm not having an actual birthday party, you guys gotta be on so I can have fun.

On the bright side, there is a reason I'm not having a party. Things are looking up on the trip to NYC in early June. And that might be my birthday present.

Stoked? HELL YES!

So, I need EVERYBODY'S help. I need to decide what musicals to tell my mom I wanna see.

She said pick three musicals, but if one of them is really expensive (a la Wicked) to provide a fourth, less expensive choice just in case. RENT is on the list. No taking it off. DUR. So that's, in essence, TWO MORE SHOWS TO PICK.

Now, please keep in mind I live in Kansas, well over 1500 miles away. This is already going to be an EXTREMELY pricey trip. So, if you guys have any pointers on how I can get cheep tickets for these shows, especially if you live in the area...that would be wonderful.

The cheeper I can get these tickets, the more likely it's gonna happen, and the more likely the one thing I HAVE to do before I die is gonna happen. ^^

Two weeks

Fri, 07 Apr 2006 13:17:13 GMT

Two of the longest weeks of my life.

In two weeks, I will have a freedom legally opened to me. As a sixteen year old, I can drive anywhere in the 48 connected states.

Many people who know me know how much I despise the area I live in. Midwest-Suburbia USA. None of the people at my school are homosexual, and therefore such a community is the brunt of multiple rude and insulting jokes. Unfortunately, the last time I tried to stand up for these people, many of whom I know personally, whether IRL or on the net, I was accused of being a lesbian. Not that I minded that part. Until somehow (this is my private school, where everybody knows everything about everybody) my mom found out. And she rode my ass about it for at least a month.

Not only that, but there is little other diversity. We're a white bread community, filled with caucasian kids with well respected parents with jobs that bring in enough money to fork out over a grand a month to send their kids to this school. The most diverse it gets is maybe a grand total of five out of two hundred kids who are African-American, and a few Asian people, and a few Muslim people.

Well lately - and I'm being quite serious - I've wondered what my options would be if I tried to leave.

Here's what my ultimate fantasy is. I find a friend somewhere far away who wouldn't mind that I was a high school drop out. Somewhere far away. Somebody who doesn't know that much about my real life, like never met me in person. Ideally that friend, whoever they happened to be, would live somewhere big, like NYC. And I would become a high-school dropout.

If it meant getting out of this stupid society I live in, I might do it. And technically, the opportunity is opened up to me legally in two weeks.

Then my rational brain kicks in and messed up my fantasy. If you drop out of high school, you can't go to college. If you don't go to college, you can't finish your education in musical theatre. And if you don't finish your training, most musicals out there on the Great White Way don't take to hiring half-trained performers. And that would mean I kissed my dream goodbye.

But then we look more into the future. Money would be a serious issue. Jobs would be hard to get without a high school degree. Sure, my 'dream' is not to become a Mormon mom and reproduce the earth like I'm supposed to and like my parents want me to do.

And besides. I probably wouldn't get a hundred miles before I chickened out.

Hey. Fantasys like that are fun, even if they aren't really possible. Technically they are, but in all theory, it would be impossible. Besides, my parents are the kind who would put on this massive nation-wide search for me because they thought I had been kidnapped.

I had a dream last night I did run away. I left a note to them, and my mom was crying. That kind of freaked me out. I may be quite rebellious when it comes to this community and my family and their 'standards', but the thought of actually scaring my mom and dad...Come on. I'm a good daughter. I love 'em to bits. And my little brother, who has Autism, I imagined him going into some kind of depression because I wasn't there watching him. Sometimes I know more about what's going on with him than my mom, because my mom hasn't been a fifth grade in this time. I feel like I'm the person who understands him so well that...

Yeah. I'm a sentimental freak.

So which do I do? Be a rebellious freak and run away, or follow the much more logical path and stay here?

Hey, I can look at it this way. At the end of this year, I'll only have...two...years...

DAMMIT I WANT OUT. ><;;;

Sleep? Who needs it.

Mon, 03 Apr 2006 09:42:20 GMT

So I'm technically waking up in an hour. AND I'M NOT TIRED. XD On the contrary, I'm quite awake. Shit, I'm gonna have a hard time tomorrow. ...Today. HA!

Anyways. The countdown's at 18 days! Two weeks from Friday! How exciting. Sweet sixteen. I've been told by Dani and Laura, 'Why would we do a Chat RP and torment Mark?' My response to that? You torment him any other day. Why should him turning...erm...hmm...How old is Mark turning? Hmm. 24. Yeah. Why should him turning 24 be any different?

I can see it now. Another escapade with tea, maybe a few more unwarrented SMOOCHES...Mark's not gonna REACH 25 because of you guys. I dunno if he'll be able to make it through a birthday party. Hell, he might just shoo all of you away. 'NO! GO AWAY! I KNOW WHAT YOU'RE GONNA DO! OUT!'

You know, he might just do that.

Then again, the attention would be so fun.

Not that I enjoy the attention he gets NOW. None of it's fun attention, like, 'Oh, Mark, you're doing such a good job with your documentary!' NO, NO, nonono...it's, 'Hey, let's go in the bathroom and pretend to have sex to freak out Mark!' 'I feel like giving Mark a near heart attack by running past him at full speed so that he nearly gets run over by a taxi! YEAH!' 'Won't it be FUN seducing Mark all day to try and get him to tell me something he SWORE to his best friend he wouldn't tell?'

And you admit that you love it. Poor Marky. -huggles her poor Marky- I care for my Marky. I tell him how amazing his documentary is ALL the time. I also compliment him on his fashion sense often as well. What do you guys do? 'Hey, I'm gonna hide your camera! Haaa haaa haaa!'

OK, so I'm laughing. Hard. So hard, I'm afraid I'm gonna wake up my parents.

But really. This isn't funny. Mark's gonna get that concussion one day, and all of you are gonna be so sad, and you'll REALIZE how stressed out he is.

-rolling on the floor, laughing-

Tee-Gee-Eye-Eff!

Fri, 31 Mar 2006 14:26:14 GMT

Yeah, I love spelling out acronyms like that. XD

Friday is probably the mosts glorious day of the week. And now I truly appreciate it.

You see, I dunno how many of you know this, but every morning during the week (that's Monday through Friday) I wake up at five thirty to go to an early morning bible study class that is stongly encouraged by our church. For future reference, so I don't have to write 'early morning bible study class' every time, it's called Seminary. It is held from six to six forty-five in the morning in the basement of the teacher's house. Seminary is most of the time held in the church building, but since we don't have enough members in our area we have to make do with what we have. In the past, my mom has gotten up with me and driven me to Seminary, and I've often fallen asleep on the way up/during class/on the way back home/all three. Now I can't do that, since I'm driving.

I can't fall asleep on the way to seminary anymore. I have to stay awake on the way up there, during the class, and on the way back. And then I have half an hour at home to get ready for school and drive up to school. So I'm no longer staying up until eleven at night. Which means time I used to spend chatting with people that sometimes didn't even log on until eleven or later is now...lost.

It's a little odd. But hopefully I'll get used to it. Hopefully being the key word.

...I love Friday.

Hello to my compatriots.

Thu, 30 Mar 2006 23:48:47 GMT

My second day driving in my lovely '03 Taurus...and we get a thunderstorm.

Nothing quite like driving down the street with a dark sky overhead at 3:30 in the afternoon, with shitty visibility because you can hardly see with all the rain on your windshield. Nothing gets your blood pumping and adrenaline REALLY pumping through your bod like being scared shitless and trying to drive at the same time.

Needless to say, since I'm typing this up now, I made it home alive. XD

NOTE: I will be on, since my parents are going out tonight. I'll probably log on sometime between 6:30-6:45 Central time. Do the math. Laura, Dani, and Ellen, if either of you see this, be sure all three of you know it so you can be on.

Sweet Sixteen...almost

Wed, 29 Mar 2006 14:43:32 GMT

So, I have counted exactly how many days I have until my sixteenth birthday, which is April 21st. The countdown begins at: TWENTY THREE DAYS! HA!

I'm already feeling the liberties of a sixteen-year-old. I drove to school on my own in MY car for the first time today. (In Kansas you're allowed to drive to and from school on your own if your parents let you, but nowhere else.) It was a little nerve-wracking starting the ignition without my mom or dad right next to me. I remembered all those times I had done something stupid like run RIGHT through a four-way stop, or almost rear-ended another car at an intersection...but my mom and dad had already gone back to sleep, so I had to drive.

So, with that, I undid the emergency brake (I have to park on the street, and it goes downhill), shifted to drive...and I drove. Quite thrilling, really. I had Idina Menzel's 'Still I Can't Be Still' blasting out of the stereo, and I've never sung along so freely. (I even closed my eyes at one point when I was stopped at a stoplight, but opened them up SO fast it wasn't even funny and I kinda was freaking out. XD)

I parked with ease (I WAS INSIDE THE LINES! YAY!) in the parking lot, and just at the time I was getting my backpack and shit out of the backseat Jacob (the junior who played Will in Oklahoma, for those of you who remember that experience) got out a few spaces away from me, and he called over to me, "I didn't know you drove!" So I said back, "Yeah, first time on my own!" And he was all, "Sweet! Well, see you later!" And he headed to the building.

So, even though I have told maybe five people, half of the school probably knows now what kind of car I drive, what color it is, where I parked, my license plate number...XD

Bleh.

Tue, 28 Mar 2006 14:26:57 GMT

I don't like school. I also don't like the fact that spring break is two amazingly long weeks that have to actually END when we come back to school.

But I do lilke procrastination. So while I should be reading (well, actually finishing) 'Around the World in Eighty Days' by the infamous Jules Verne, I am on my laptop, completely wasting my free period. Shows you how messed up my priorities are. XD

So everybody knows, I'm now back to the stage of life when I don't get on at night as much and sometimes my only window of time online is this forty-five minute period between eight in the morning and eight forty five. (Hah, I so spelled that out instead of using numbers. XD) So don't expect replies to the various RPs I have joined to be as speedy.

Especially since I typed up the massive list of RPs I joined and added them as a list to my favorites. Feel free to scream at me if I don't mention your RP I said I'd join. Burn the Past (Benny), How Did We Get Here/HS RP (Mark), RENT-Heads RP (Mark and Benny) (Don't expect me to forget this one), Seriously Rent (Maybe Mark, dunno yet), Little Bohemians (Mark), The Bohemian Life (Mark and Benny), Today 4 U (Benny). So, let's see. That's two roleplays I'm playing only Mark in (not counting the one maybe), two I'm playing Mark and Benny in, and two that I'm playing Benny in. HAH! I so divide my love for my characters equally. Unless I get accepted in Seriously Rent, and then I'll be leaning towards Mark. XD

Shout outs.

Goo - I so envy you. I wanna meet Anthony Rapp so bad. I even asked my dad this morning while I was driving up to school if he would just go down tomorrow and just get a book signed, and he said no. >< You'll have to tell me EVERYTHING that happens.

Ellen - You are my favorite Ellen. ^^ Oh, and I think James is a funny middle name for Roger. But you gotta admit that Mark Rodney Cohen is MUCH cooler. XP I'm still thinking of a name for the New Loft RP. For now, that's it's name. I dunno, it seems to me like it might just turn into an extension of DRAMA RP. Since both of us get so freaking DRAMAtic so easilly. XXDD

Dani - I haven't gotten to chat with you for a bit. Waaah. I'm crying, Dani. You've hurt me. XD Hope everything's going good!

Laura - ...I think Zam takes getting used to. Am I right? Or is this more her character being odd? Goodness, how in the WORLD is Mark going to be able to even HANDLE her?! You guys gotta be careful. He can go RIGHT BACK to hitting his head against the wall and giving himself a concussion. XP

Carissa - I think the fanfic awards are a great idea for the comm. Just lemme know if you need any ideas for how those'd work, because I've definately got some good ideas. Oh, and if I get into the RP, I think it would be easier if I moded whichever RP I get into. If I don't get it, I wanna mod the pre-RENT one. Cause pre-RENT is my specialty. Kind of like how chefs have their specialty menu item...yeah. XD

So, I think I've said enough. Hope I cluttered up you guys' friend pages enough. I think I'm adding a cut cause this got so long. XXDD

Blah to the nth degree.

Sat, 25 Mar 2006 03:52:52 GMT

So my cousin is spending the weekend here because he has to be doing this thing for his job in town and he needs somewhere to stay. Justin's two years older than me, and he's probably the cousin I have in my extended family I know best, since we only live about two hours apart and the rest of my cousins are over a thousand miles/a two day trip driving away.

And last night, I was listening to RENT and I started singing along, dancing and all, to Today 4 U. And when I was done and did my big pose at the end ("For me!"), Justin asked me, 'Why does he hate the dog so much?' And my mom, who was walking by, said, 'Because he's a yuppie dog.' XXDD

Tue, 21 Mar 2006 05:44:43 GMT

Clicky to get your own. XD

Internet buddies.

Tue, 21 Mar 2006 00:17:34 GMT

So, I've realized lately I have an extended network of online friends.

-counts them off- There's the Phoenix Cirle, which includes Ami and Ruby. All those in Han'sh, that's Middy and Lyra (those are the only two I talk to). RENTHeadsRP, that's Dani, Laura, and Ellen. And other random RENT heads I chat with/roleplay with, that's AC, Caity, and Goo. And I've only known the first four for longer than a month.

That's ten online friends. Ten people I can chat with. That's more friends than I have in real life.

DU!

Fanfic: "Buzzline"

Mon, 20 Mar 2006 01:08:49 GMT

Title: Buzzline
Author: Kiwi (kiwianime23)
Characters: Mark/Maureen
Word Count: 1,281
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Humor
Summary: A new television brings up conversations about sleazy news shows, sell-outs, and a little ruby ring causing a lot of problems.
Notes: Pre-RENT, even before Roger met April. So this is the Roger we don’t see much of, non depressed/high Rog. XD Maureen isn’t quite living in the loft, yet, though. Don’t think. Probably October-ish 1987.
Spoilers: None, really. Unless you count the little foreshadowing comments about Buzzline spoilers.
Warnings: Bitsy bit of language, and a phone call!!!
Disclaimer: Larson Estate owns all of RENT.

“Thank you, Patrick, for that exclusive interview. In other news...”

“You’re watching that sleazy shit now, Roger?” Mark raised an eyebrow at Roger as he threw his camera bag on the couch next to Roger as his roommate continued to fiddle with the back of an old television that dulled all the lines and colors from the show they were somehow picking up.

Roger glared up at Mark for a moment before returning to the television. “I can’t get it off this channel. It’s all I’m picking up.”

“Not even actual news? Not that local news’ much better, really...” Mark disappeared from view for a moment as he ducked behind the couch, looking for something underneath it.

“...We’re sending it down to Brenda now to look into this hot new case!” “Thanks, Alexi! Yes, it’s true! The infamous band of the 8BC, the Gunpoints...”

Roger emerged around from the back of the television for a moment, peeking over the top to look for a moment at the screen. “’Infamous band’? How come I haven’t heard of them?”

Mark shrugged, still digging for something underneath the couch. “Some new band out there.”

Roger walked around the television, examining the fuzzy picture a moment longer. All of a sudden, he began pointing frantically at one of the people on the screen. “I know that guy! That guy! He wanted to be in our band!”

As if he really cared, Mark popped up, his left eyebrow raised yet again. “Suppose you didn’t let him in.”

The guitarist waved a hand at Mark, motioning him to be quiet. Now both of Mark’s eyebrows were raised like theatre curtains as he listened to ‘Brenda’. “Here is an interview with the lead guitarist, Blake Hammer...”

Roger let out a harsh laugh, going back around the television to continue fiddling with its many wires. “Hammer. He was a sell-out if I ever saw one. Ended up walking out of the audition saying he didn’t want to work with ‘bums like us’ anyways.”

Mark laughed as well, though his was a little more half-hearted. He hadn’t met Roger’s band yet, but he had a feeling from what he had heard of them that they were not exactly ‘sophisticated’, as his mom had usually called people like that. People like Roger, he thought with a mental voice that reminded him immensely of his mother.

Thankfully, Roger didn’t notice the half-hearted sag to his roommate’s laugh. There was a silence, during which both of them listened to Blake Hammer’s static-wrought voice from the television. “...really excited about our success. We’re planning to sign a record deal with a big company and get our first album out by the first of next year...”

Roger remained silent, but Mark piped up. “A new album out in nine months? That’s impressive.” Silence. “Erm, isn’t it impressive, Rog?”

“Sell-outs” came Roger’s crisp reply. Noticing that he had hit a sour spot, Mark resumed his search underneath the couch for whatever he was looking for.

Amidst the silence, the phone suddenly rang out. Once. Twice. The voice machine took over with their newly created ‘Speak’.

“Hi, Pookie, it’s me...”

There was a sharp ‘Ow!’ from the vicinity of the couch as Mark hit his head on the bottom of the couch. Roger suppressed the laughs that just begged to come out as Mark hurried to the phone as quickly as he could. “Are you there, Pookie, Sweetie? Oh, shoot, you’re not there...”

“HI...Maureen...” Mark grabbed the phone as quickly as he could, attempting to catch his breath as excited squeals floated through the loft. “Yes, Maureen...I just got back a minute ago...I’ve been looking for it...Are you sure you left it here?...I’m looking! I swear I’m-OK, OK...Maureen, please...I’ll find it, don’t worry...OK, Maureen, OK...I will...Yes, I...Maureen, I can’t look for your ring if I’m on the phone...OK, thank you...I...I love you too, honey...Yes, I’ll call you when I find it...Ok...OK...BYE, Maureen!” Mark slammed the phone down, breathing heavily as if he had just run a mile. Roger immediately broke into a hysterical fit of laughter, rolling on the floor. “ROGER!”

After a few deep breaths, Roger resumed his task with the chords. “Man, you’d jump off a bridge if she asked you too...”

“I would NOT!” Mark’s face was brighter than a bright red balloon as he went back to the couch, bending down on all fours and resuming his own chore.

More laughter. “Now, I may have flunked senior English, but I can quote Shakespeare.” He formulized a Shakespearean accent on the spot, and spoke in his most ‘sophisticated’ manner. “Me thinkest thou doth protest too much!”

“FOUND IT!” Mark emerged holding a miniscule ring with a gold band and a glittering ruby catching the little sunlight that filtered in through the dirty windows. The young filmmaker took a few more deep breaths, as if just finding the ring had spent all of his energy, and then trudged over to the phone. “Gotta call her back, now...”

Roger suddenly stood up, glaring at the television, kicking it. The image on the screen disappeared suddenly. “Fucking piece of shit.”

Mark rolled his eyes. “You’ve gotta take some anger management or something.” This only earned a sour glare from his roommate as Mark picked up the phone, dialing a number. A pause. “Maureen? It’s me...Mark! Who else would...Yes, Pookie...” He put his hand over the receiver, glaring at Roger, who had just fallen on the couch in a fit of laughter. “Shut UP!” He removed his hand from the receiver. “Yes, I’m here. Roger was being an idiot. ...Oh, you know Roger...” Mark couldn’t suppress the smirk that surfaced from the sour look he received from the guitarist on the couch. “Yeah, I found it...I’ve got it right here. Do you want me to bring it to you?...Wait, WHAT? Maureen, I...Maureen, you know I don’t like...TOMORROW?! Come on, Maureen...Oh, please, Maureen...I just hate those...I have not been filming non-stop! I spend time with you! Don’t...please, no...no, stop crying...Maureen...OK. OK. Sure. ...Yes, tomorrow is fine. Yes, Maureen...OK...OK. I’ll...see you tomorrow.” He slammed the phone down again with a look on his face like he had just received his death sentence.

Roger looked up at him with a raised eyebrow. “What is it?”

The look of dread Roger saw on Mark’s face nearly made him start cracking up again. “Maureen...wants me to take her out on a date.”

This was not what he had been expecting. “But...you hate going out with her. She got you...” He began laughing softly, shaking his head. “Man, she’s got you wrapped around her little finger.”

Mark’s eyes were closed as he collapsed on the couch next to him. “And...she wants to go to a club.”

“She got you to agree to take her clubbing?!” This was amazing. “Well...that works out. Me and the band have a gig tomorrow. You can come with us.”

Mark sighed, his face buried in his hands. “OK...”

All of a sudden, the television turned on of its own accord. The annoyingly perfectly dressed anchorwoman smiled at them through the now clear picture. “And that concludes this hour of Buzzline. Until next time, viewers, this is Alexi Darling, reminding you to keep your day sunny and darling!” She gave an annoying wink, just as a boot shot out at the screen, shattering the glass and creating a hole where Alexi’s face had been moments ago.

Mark stood up, stuttering. “Roger! We saved up money for ages to buy that! And i-it was working!”

Roger rolled his eyes, picking up his guitar and beginning to pluck out the beginnings of a disconnected song. “I hate watching that sleazy shit anyways.”