Hmmmm....

You there?

I'm sorry for avoiding you today. Wanted to say that.

That PSAT was a shameful excuse for a test. I was all lack: Homgee. I finished in about ten minutes. Let's take a nap.

This entry will be short. Sadly. Sighhhhh~~~~

I'll post a longer one tomorrow when I arrive at my designation from the bus stop..... HOME!!!

Anyhoo, and then I study for the wrong test. Retake. So I fail again and feel a fool. ARGG.

Now I must bullshit my way through some Algebra homework and then History notes. YAY!!!

Jk. OMGEEE. Did I actually just use text sp33k in my journal?! The world is coming to an end. GAH.

And btw, A question to my stalker.... (stalkers?)

On my cat-tropolis Point-perspective in art, should there be multiple cats, should the clouds be in cat shapes? Flying cats in the sky? Cats running towards the city? And ideas for building types? It a city in the distance, I'll post a pic of the entire thing when I get it back from Mr. Miller, but I wanna put more detail than just that. Any ideas???

Do I really like you, or am I trying to convince myself I do?

I pointed you out to a friend today. She looked at me oddly, like: Whoa. But no other reaction, because you were walking towards us, and she's good at concealing things. Sorta. xD

Ah well.

And again, I feel like a complete and total fool? I wish I could read minds. Because then... I'd know if you saw me as less or more than only a sophomore?

AH!!

I need to make more cookies. It was so cute seeing Fernando's face today when I showed him the box with three left in it.

It was like the dawning of heaven. :3

Reference::::



...oh wait. That's the wrong one. ^-^''



There we go. A fine example of fernando's face when he saw the container of cookie delights I made.

Amanda(Not Duncan, another one) was all like::



For the second to last dessert.

xD

Haha, I you guys.

Still haven't done any of my homework... or eaten. Too sad for that I guess? Hmm... anyway.


Not that any of the maybe one stalker that reads my journal would care, but... Alas, I'm having to wait even longer to get a picture taken of my full cosplay. Who knows. But as I know maybe one person besides my sister that can take artistic pictures for me, I don't know what I'll do.

The forementioned sister went and made me dress up for my pictures today, and then got into something else in the three to ten minutes it took me to put on my entire outfit, wig and all. I was putting on my makeup when my mom came in and told me that the forementioned sister was out doing some driving lesson crap with my dad. I went outside, to the shock of the neighbors with my father and uncle staring up the driveway at me like: "What the fuck is she doing?" My sister was pulling into a parallel parking zone in front of our house.

Yay. What fun as the neighbors across the street begin to look uncomfortable and leave. My dad comes up to me and says: "Leave, go back inside, we're busy right now."

Like I'm still fucking three years old. So of course I yell at him a bit like the child I am and make my way indoors.

Even though my sister made a PROMISE TO ME.

And of course she comes up to me over an hour later and wants to do the photoshoot anyway. Like I'd still want to go back, get my wig and cosplay on, have her brush out the three-foot-long black wig again over the surface, and take some pictures.



Right.



So, anyway... bleck.

Another awful moment in the life of Marlena. Hmm? Why was I so upset?

Well, this is around the fifteenth of eighteenth time I've been stupid enough to actually take my sister's words for serious. And then gone somewhere feeling like a complete fool because I'm alone. Or I'm being laughed at. Or left out in the open. Let down.

Maybe I'm being self-concious, or what. But I'm really hurt.

...slamdown on both sides convinced that they are undeniably correct?

The world shall never know.

But my 'talk' for lack of a better word, with Keith goes something like this.

Using myself as 'M' And 'K' as Keith, let us begin to review.

Note that this is copypasted from a lovely site I like to call facebook.

Ehemn. Commence.:::::::

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M--(a status update)Had an odd day. Was forgotten, then got sick in fifth period. Grr.

[[The rest are comments. Obviously.]]


K-- That seems to be a pretty recurring theme in your teenage whining. I'm pretty sure nobody forgot you.


M--SHE TOLD ME SHE FORGOT ME. I was supposed to be picked up, but waited. When I finally got a ride there, I asked her if she remembered she was supposed to pick me up. She said no. That she forgot.


K--Omg. That's so dramatic. How about say it in a way that doesn't make you seem like a bleeding heart emo? How about... "My mom forgot to pick me up" or something?

Nah, i guess with you it's gotta remain, "I was forgotten." QQ, eh? Haha, sorry i'm being rude, i'm just kinda... angsty at the moment.


M--Uh, no. And I don't sound like a bleeding heart emo. Excuse me that your perception of everything other than your own emotions has the narrow peripheral of all of a centimeter. Commenting on my day doesn't necessarily mean I'm trying to be, or inadverdently being, dramatic.
And it wasn't my mother. She had surgery about four weeks ago, something ... Read Morewent wrong, and she can't drive me to band in the mornings. That's why I needed a ride from a friend. Who, despite being reminded multiple times, forgot that she needed to give me a lift to an event that's not optional as to whether or not you attend... if you're in band, that is, and don't want to run laps, but wish to stay in the organization.

Angst is something we all live through at this point in our lives.[[Meaning adolescence.]]


K--Regardless of the scenario, the way you put it was very dramatic. Yeah, sucks for you, etc, but it's really overdone. I'm not talking about just this post--it's most of yours. Like i said, i'm sorry for being rude, it's just... Ugh, i hate teenagers.


M--I'll try to be a little more formal the next time I'm commenting on my daily life. Lest, of course, I'm happy. Then I'll pour forth the gratitude upon my day which it cals for. ""
So I can safely assume that by that comment you also hate yourself? How interesting and 'dramatic.'
And as I said before, It's how you perceive it. As in, I posted a ... Read Morequote talking about the beauty of death that I thought was absolutely lovely. Three to seven comments and an argument with my mom on why I shouldn't kill myself, or want to, for that matter. When... well, honestly, I've stated many times I'd do anything but die if given the choice. And said how stupid people like that are, etc.







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And it goes on. So far this lovely 'discussion' has turned to where we are laughing at our stupid and literate selves for our faults. Such as Keith's hating himself. Fun.