"What is done by what is called myself is, I feel, done by something greater than myself in me." - James Clerk Maxwell
Thursday, January 23, 2003
Playlist: Cross-Never Say Die - EXILE
Oh fuck me, I forgot about delta-epsilong proofs, and continuity proofs. I hate those with a passion. They're too bloody complicated to memorize at the last minute.
*bangs head*
01:40 a.m.
"What is done by what is called myself is, I feel, done by something greater than myself in me." - James Clerk Maxwell
Thursday, January 23, 2003
Playlist: Half-Pain - Bana [Witch Hunter Robin]
I am just now realizing exactly how many F+'s I've gotten on my calculus tests. Considering that we've only had seven tests, roughly half of my tests were F+'s, not counting the first two make-up tests. How do I still have a B in that class? HOW? And yet, this is the kind of stuff my friends laugh at me for, my F+'s, my odd behavior, my occasional lapses into airhead county without meaning to. I mean, hopping backwards, wanting coffee to pull an all-nighter but accidentally putting too much creamer, which makes my coffee tastes like warm milk, thus having the undesired effect of sleepiness, waking up late to a final, falling asleep with my face in my book, accidentally scheduling a college interview while still sleepy from a nap, all these things I have done from sheer lack of brain activity. Will I ever get an F-? My damned-to-seven-hells of a bullshit luck. Do I just NOT think and see how my life turns out?
I'm looking at the old chapter 6 calculus test, and I'm thinking I will skip studying for it entirely. I hate war-shers and shells and discs and rotation around an axis. This was one F+ plus I did not deserve, mostly because I studied my butt off for it, and look where it got me? There are only a few problems from it anyway. Out of 27 free response questions, I'm thinking one or two won't be missed. =P Except I probably should study for it anyway...
XP I hate math...
01:24 a.m.
"What is done by what is called myself is, I feel, done by something greater than myself in me." - James Clerk Maxwell
Thursday, January 23, 2003
Playlist: Faraway - Day After Tomorrow
*gape* I am morbid. I MUST be, if I keep reading this. *rubs face* *rehinges mandible* GAWD! Why do I torture myself like this? I've been holding back nausea for hours now, disgustingly fascinated with the content.
I shall rant on it later, because right now, I REALLY need to study for Calculus final. Ja!
x__X my brain is broken
12:45 a.m.
"What is done by what is called myself is, I feel, done by something greater than myself in me." - James Clerk Maxwell
Wednesday, January 22, 2003
Playlist: Futurity - Day After Tomorrow
Ah. Um. That is... uh...
*pauses*
Alright, there's a lot of things I want to say, but my brain seems to be too wrapped up in math right now for me to express myself properly, so, um, yes.
Countdown to end of finals: 2 down, 3 to go.
o__o
10:47 p.m.
"What is done by what is called myself is, I feel, done by something greater than myself in me." - James Clerk Maxwell
Tuesday, January 21, 2003
Playlist: Take Off to the Sky - Heero (Mikorikawa Hikaru) [Shinkidosenki Gundam Wing]
I'm more tired than I would have thought I would be, at such an "early" hour. I suppose it's all the hours spent on studying calculus today that's making me fall asleep in front of my anatomy book now. After such an exciting review of calculus today, it's no wonder that my brain refuses to rise to the challenge of plain memorization for anatomy. It does mean that if I turn in now, I will have to get up a little early tomorrow to finish studying, a prospect that doesn't at all seem too bad to me right now. I will be complaining tomorrow morning though, when I'm forced to wake up from a really delicious dream and shoved headlong into the first day of finals.
Finals.
Oh god. *groans* I can't wait until those are over. Anatomy and Calculus are my two hardest ones... no, scratch that, they're my only finals. But my anatomy grade is a borderline A right now, so I need at least 85% on the final to get an A for the semester. Calculus is worrying me even more, because although I know I can't get an A for the semester, I'd like to at least keep the B I worked so hard for. I was reviewing calculus in Ms. Bled's room after school today with Rebecca, because she had both Anatomy and Calculus tomorrow, and it was starting to feel not quite as bad. There were a lot of other people there too, like Jennifer and Kirby and Kristina (who were reviewing for anatomy). After 6th period, Kevin, Joe, and William came too and studied for calculus. After Rebecca left, I studied on my own and then with Kevin and Joe, and did some tutoring around 5:oo p.m. We all decided to go the library after Ms. Bled leave, so me, Jennifer, Kevin, and Joe went to get dinner first, as well as William (a different one). We had food at Cancun's (*__* so good), and then said bye to William and went to the library. I picked up the third book in A Song of Fire and Ice, which was on hold for me. When I found Kevin, Joe, and Jennifer, it turned out that Eugene was at the library too, and they'd stolen his book while he went somewhere, and hid snickering behind some bookshelves in the Reference Room while Eugene looked like he was experiencing memory loss and paranoia. Finally he saw us and came to get his book back. We all settled around him to study, and we did that until 8:00, when everyone decided to leave. I came home, did a section of a screenplay that I was supposed to do for my group in World of Media, send that off, and tried to study anatomy. Seeing as I studied practically everything yesterday, there wasn't much that I was going through that I didn't feel as if I knew already. *sigh* I will, probably, wake up tomorrow and forget everything...
Besides my anatomy and calculus finals, both of which takes place first thing in the mornings of tomorrow and Thursday, respectively, I also have a badminton final (a tournament), a World of Media final (watching The Godfather II), and a Poetry final (a waffle party and watching a poetry slam on video). *sigh* I will shout for joy when 10: 35 rolls around on Thursday, because I will then be truly done with my finals. The rest, as they say, is downhill. I'm hoping to go pick up my manga Thursday afternoon, though. Saiyuki~~ *___*
yawwwwwnnn
11:27 p.m.
"What is done by what is called myself is, I feel, done by something greater than myself in me." - James Clerk Maxwell
Monday, January 20, 2003
Playlist: Hemisphere - Sakamoto Maaya
I polished off THREE boxes of tissues in the last three days... THREE! Averaging one box per day! And my nose is STILL running.
*honk*
07:08 p.m.
"What is done by what is called myself is, I feel, done by something greater than myself in me." - James Clerk Maxwell
Monday, January 20, 2003
Playlist: The Dream Within - Lara Fabian
>_> I had this dream about CCS. Sakura was trying to get somewhere in a hurry, and she had all her Clow cards in her backpack, so I took them out for her, to look for Power, because she had to carry me and someone else along with her, and it turned out that she had all different brands of cards, like the American merchandise version, the Japanese merchandise version, the Singapore merchandise version, the Chinese merchandise version, and finally the real thing. Sakura, idiotic little airhead that she was, couldn't tell which cards were the real deal, because everthing was mixed up and she'd written her name on all of them... -__-;; Just when I had the bright idea of making her touch them so she can find it by magic, I woke up (and was GLAD that I woke up).
off to studying I go
03:03 p.m.
"What is done by what is called myself is, I feel, done by something greater than myself in me." - James Clerk Maxwell
Monday, January 20, 2003
Playlist: Your Eyes Only - EXILE
*cough cough* X___x I just spent the last two days being sick, sneezing violently, and hacking my lungs out. Somehow, I'm always sick enough to be unable to do anything productive, but just not sick enough to be sent to the hospital, taken with a fever, or to be believable. Watch me now, I'm getting better, but no one's going to believe me when I tell them I couldn't study for my finals because I was sick. "You look fine to me," they'll say. Bah, to them. Bah to the world. -__-
aaaaaCHOOOO!!
02:56 p.m.
"What is done by what is called myself is, I feel, done by something greater than myself in me." - James Clerk Maxwell
Saturday, January 18, 2003
Playlist: Your Eyes Only - EXILE
O__o I just read over my review (just finished), and man, if this ever got into someone's hands, there'd be a lynch mob after me. There are some powerful people in Production and they have a lot of friends. My life in high school could be a living hell until the day I graduate if it were to be circulated in public (like, say, published in the Jacket). I was too...biting, too sharp in my opinion. I was being nitpicky about the performance because, in my view, it was bad and it gave me a headache I didn't need. On top of that, I wasted money when I was in slight debt with my friends. I'm going to have to see about softing my words a little before I turn it in. Karen might not be too happy if I gave her a really bad review of the same performance she went to, because she's usually so nice and sees the good bits in everything. She would probably criticize me for being so... criticizing. To her, I would seem narrow-mindly and shrewish...
On the other hand, it was great fun to write a biting satirical review like the one I just did. XD XD I even managed to keep it from becoming a bitch-session.
going to bed NOW
12:42 a.m.
"What is done by what is called myself is, I feel, done by something greater than myself in me." - James Clerk Maxwell
Friday, January 17, 2003
Playlist: Half-Pain - Bana [Witch Hunter Robin]
Ugh. Came back from Dance Production with a BIG headache. Felt my $5 was not very well spent, and wished there was more talent in the younger generations. And now I need to write a review on it if I want to get that A in orchestra. Ugh. It's not even worth writing about. I just hope I can keep it from turning into a bitch-session.
I spent the entire day yesterday and today copying notes from Rebecca's anatomy notebook, because she had such good notes, and I'd lost mine. The chamber music concert was last night, and after I performed, I spent the rest of the time copying notes. I had planned on pulling an all-nighter, but I ended up sleeping like dead in front of the heater after promising myself that I would only nap for an hour and then get up to copy notes again and study for a lab practical that I had today. I even set the alarm clock. But no. My sleep-fuzzed mind woke up before the alarm rang, my numb-jointed fingers fumbled for the catch on the alarm button, and turned it off. Then my subconscious made my body drag itself up and lurch off to bed, where I dropped like a ton of concrete onto my futon and slept like a pig until my second alarm clock rang 7:30 and I sprung up like a cocked-spring, staring about me in a half-alert state. Until I realized there was no lab period this morning, nor was there orchestra, since we'd just had a concert, and I was free to go back to bed until vaguely around 8:20, whereupon I would hope out of bed again and rush about my business before rushing off to the test. And then reality hit me hard in the head, and told me that I hadn't gotten any studying done for the lab practical last night, and unless I wanted to fail this most important of last-minute-tests, I'd better kick myself out of bed and study. I muttered something profanic like "oh shit" (except maybe dirtier), ignored the part about getting out of bed and just retrieved my anatomy book to study in bed. I flipped through sections about bones and muscles and cell tissues, no even quite sure how I was memorizing everything. Then I just went to take a shower and go to school. In the end, the practical was alright. I figure I missed less than 10 problems out of 31, and it was all on cat muscles, which I did not study. It should be ok, though, because a bad grade on the lab practical will just cancel out with the extra credit assignment I did last week, keeping my grade on the same borderline A it has been. All I have do is do my best on the final, and an A should be a cinch. Should.
Sometime in the night, a lump that I had had in my throat yesterday developed into a full-blown cough that took my breath away. I hacked and croaked my way through the lab practical, being especially careful not to breathe too deeply when I was standing around the dead cats, skinned and tongue hanging out of their mouths. On two of the cats the eyes were slightly open, glazed orbs staring out lifelessly through slitted lids pulled in a grimace. I spent two periods of the day sitting in Ms. Bled's room, copying the notes. The AP-Physics people had a test today, and half the class was in there too, studying and copying each other's homework like mad. Eugene, however, played chess. I was in there a little longer, until 7th period when there was a fire alarm, after which I went home, thinking about the poor souls who had to return to their physics test after the false alarm.
I spent the rest of my afternoon copying the notes, and I finished just around 6:30, when Eugene arrived and Maryam and I went to see Dance Production. I was planning on giving becca back her notes at the performance, but she ended up not coming, so I don't know what I'm going to do about her notebook... >_>
Dance Production itself, I will not speak in detail for now. Instead, I'm going to write my review so I can get an A in orchestra, and maybe copy-paste the thing in here at a later point in time. Suffice to say, coming home with a bad headache is not fun when one still has crap one plans on doing, and one is distracted greatly by the merits of internet (such as this lovely blog right here, and AIM, and e-mail, and HP fanart, and GW fanfics *cough*) And oh shit I have a Bryn Mawr interview tomorrow, to which I need to go, and from which I shall be late to work. *twitch* *head throbs* Ah, yes, that would be my temporal lobe hurting there, yes, and my phalanges and carpals and metacarpals are hurting like there's no tomorrow. My hand looked disfigured to me after I finished copying all the notes, and felt a lot worse. But, I suppose I shall have to go and finish up that performance review if I want to go to bed and get a decent number of hours of sleep, seeing as I have volunteer work again early tomorrow morning. =___=
$5 well wasted.
10:39 p.m.
"What is done by what is called myself is, I feel, done by something greater than myself in me." - James Clerk Maxwell
Wednesday, January 15, 2003
Playlist: Funeral March - Chopin
O____O Ok, I indicated that I was going to bed, and I am, but I just took a "How well do you know Gojyo" quiz and got 100%, which is damn strang because more than half the questions had to do with the anime, which I'm unfamiliar with, and most of my answering process involved either closing my eyes and dropping my mouse on one of the options, or muttering "eenie, meenie, minie, mo". Of the ten (moderately hard, IMO) questions, I only knew 2-3 of them for sure, like, where does Gojyo usually sit in Jipuu (behind Hakkai, always), and which cheek is his scar on (left cheek, not left cheekbone -_-). There was one which asked which two brands of cigarettes he smoked, and I picked "Marlboro and Marlboro", because I'd never heard of Hi-Lite or Hope. This was some weird incident, me getting 100%
freakish possibility
12:34 a.m.
"What is done by what is called myself is, I feel, done by something greater than myself in me." - James Clerk Maxwell
Tuesday, January 14, 2003
Playlist: Nocturne for Violin and Piano - Chopin
=__= I shalln't stay long. I want to go to bed early tonight, despite the numerous things I still have left to do. I had my Wellesley interview today. I think it went quite well. It was much better than the Cornell interview that I had. And then I came home and a Dartmouth alumna called to set up an interview for next Thursday. -__-;; it's just one after the other, isn't it? I mean, I have the Bryn Mawr interview this Sunday, and after all of these, I only have Yale left to do, although I should probably call them about it. =_____= ugh, my eyes are sliding close of their own voilation. If I don't close them soon, they'll just glaze over on me...
eyes glazing over with fatigue
11:15 p.m.
"What is done by what is called myself is, I feel, done by something greater than myself in me." - James Clerk Maxwell
Tuesday, January 14, 2003
Playlist: Furusato - Morning Musume
*mouth twists in wry smile* I suppose that, just as hate gone far enough is love, blurry thoughts gone unclear enough produces ludicity of mind.
really going to bed now
02:00 a.m.
"What is done by what is called myself is, I feel, done by something greater than myself in me." - James Clerk Maxwell
Tuesday, January 14, 2003
Playlist: Gravity - Luna Sea
Despite Ka-chan's claim that I go for the tall, dark, and mysterious types (aka the cold male bitches), I really don't think I do. I mean, those types are beautiful like a leafless tree is beautiful, its stark bare branches reaching up into the sky, slightly covered with frost. But my appreciation seems to be of the aesthetic sense. I think that I like the kind of guys who are easy to get along with, who are by no means perfect, and who knows how to play and play along a little.
I don't think much of love right now. The term and the emotion hold very little meaning for me, as everytime I try to imagine something like in real life, I can never see it last for very long. Affection for another person fades with time, and faster with distance. But then again, I'm expressing my opinions as someone who thought that she knew what love was, only to lose sight of her knowledge. I feel so utterly deprived. Yet at the same time, I feel like I'm going through a comfortable period in my life when I am not ruled by a crush. I seem to be satisfied with the relationships I've built around me senior year, or, rebuilt, as I cut all ties last year. Occasionally I feel the slightest twinge of something like wistfulness tug at me when I see someone head over heels in love, or blushing when being teased about a crush, although I hardly wax nostalgic about the years in my life when I seem to jump free of one crush only to be caught up in another. Looking back, I wonder why I did not heed the wisdom of my mother when she told me that what I was going through was called puppy-love. Doubtless elders know more than we, as they have experienced far more, but I, foolish I, thought I knew all, just like I thought I knew what love was. The meaning of love, nay, affection, entirely, escapes me. It feels like I've lost something, or perhaps that the knowledge is merely misplaced. I understand what it is to love your family, what it is to love your friends. Those two kinds are easy to understand. But love eternal? "Till Death do us part?" Have I really lost sight of "love", or have I become disenchanted with its ideal, after taking someone for a model and adding to it every feather that drifted my way, like Gatsby with Daisy, until I had something of a contradiction on my hands, a person who could never exist in the world, because no one could possibly to be so unique and so defined in the vagueness of his design. But I suppose, in the end, that I don't really need to recapture my past understandings about love. I'm satisfied with believing that love is just being comfortable with someone, of being able to express without the redundancy of words, and understanding without needing to explain why. I'm satisfied with believing that love is a half-smile and a look exchanged, is laughter shared and times enjoyed. I could very well adapt myself again to these new beliefs about love.
And you know what? In the end, love either peels away to reveal a lasting friendship (albeit closer than most), or a deep loathing that may or may not cross the border between love and hate, because for these two emotions, there is a common ground.
not smiling unless it's funny
01:05 a.m.
"What is done by what is called myself is, I feel, done by something greater than myself in me." - James Clerk Maxwell
Monday, January 13, 2003
Playlist: Blurry - Puddle of Mudd
differentiating between positive and negative feedback:
an example of positive feedback in the human body
*a mother is give birth*
uterus: yeah! yeah! go to the vagina! Go to the vagina! That's it! PUSH! *contracts*
baby: WAHHHH!!!
*covers face* That was in poor taste. I think I need to go to sleep now...
no longer thinking clearly
11:19 p.m.
"What is done by what is called myself is, I feel, done by something greater than myself in me." - James Clerk Maxwell
Monday, January 13, 2003
Playlist: Half-Pain - Bana [Witch Hunter Robin]
Mom wasn't able to do laundry today, since she had chemotherapy, so I brought back my PE clothes from school for nothing. I washed it myself, though, because I really needed clean PE clothes for once. Anyway, after I soaked it through, I discovered that the shirt was too heavy sodden, so instead of soaping every inch of the fabric, I just dropped a bar of soap into the hot water. The thing melted like cheap wax two inches above lava. Anyway, the clothes are drying in front of the heater right now. I hung them from the lamp's neck, so only the t-shirt is getting the full blast from heater, but I plugged in the electro-heater too, and the nylon shorts are drying quite nicely because of it.
staring at chapped hands from washing
10:15 p.m.
"What is done by what is called myself is, I feel, done by something greater than myself in me." - James Clerk Maxwell
Monday, January 13, 2003
Playlist: Paradox - w-inds.
Oh god, I literally had to drag myself through the last problem because I could NOT remember how to calculate the amount of work needed to pump gasoline out of a horizontal cylinder tank lying 10 feet below ground level. But I'm DONE!! I AM DONE!! I don't care if some of the answers are wrong. I can ask Ms. B tomorrow. X__x *fizzes out*
onto anatomy! *cheers*
09:59 p.m.
"What is done by what is called myself is, I feel, done by something greater than myself in me." - James Clerk Maxwell
Monday, January 13, 2003
Playlist: Lumen Lunae - Ueno Youko
Aww, d00d, calculus is hard! I just spent an hour on calc hw and I'm still not done. One more problem to go, though, and then I can go study for the Anatomy final. Yay!
=__= Imagine that, I'd rather go study for a final than do math homework, figures.
suffering pain the size of Mars
09:47 p.m.
"What is done by what is called myself is, I feel, done by something greater than myself in me." - James Clerk Maxwell
Monday, January 13, 2003
Playlist: Kamigami-sama - Ootaku Shizuru (Sen to Chihiro no Kamikakushi Image)
Boss lady called me into the office today to give me the 90-day work evaluation. Summary: I'm too shy, I don't get stuff done when they ask me to, and I'm not familiar with products.
-_____- d00d...
Alright, so here's the deal. I learned everything I know from previous management, so it's not exactly my fault if I'm doing stuff differently from the way new boss lady does it. She's judging me purely on the one month that she knows me. Or, at least I'm assuming that she hasn't gone and talked to the other workers about me. ¬_¬ And it's hardly my fault if I clean something up like she tells me to, but then someone else messes it up after I leave. And dammit! I'm NOT SHY! So, anyway, she says that "termination is required" if my standards aren't up in 30 days. -__- I think I'm going to look into the job openings at Mel's diner. Even if they don't fire me, I think I want to switch jobs anyway. I am not getting anything out of the job I'm at now (except pay). I mean, I originally took the job because I wanted to learn how to frame, but stupid insurance policy doesn't cover minors, so I have to wait until I'm 18 before they teach me how to frame. In the meantime, I seem to be the only one responsible enough to stay on-floor while everyone else go back to the frameroom to laze off while clocked in. Rar, I dislike unfairness. -__-
irked to no end
07:48 p.m.
"What is done by what is called myself is, I feel, done by something greater than myself in me." - James Clerk Maxwell
Monday, January 13, 2003
Playlist: Honey - L'arc~en~ciel
#^___^# My Saiyuki manga arrived!! Yay! Now the question is, should I go get it now? Or after finals?? I don't think the bookstore will hold it for me for that long. I mean, finals don't start until next week. Can I trust myself not to get carried away if I go and get them? .__. well. I might make the trip tomorrow, after my Wellesley interview, or I might go Wednesday. Waaiii~~
smiling for the first time in a long while
07:34 p.m.
"What is done by what is called myself is, I feel, done by something greater than myself in me." - James Clerk Maxwell
Sunday, January 12, 2003
Playlist: Shining Collection - Iceman (Gravitation)
>__< dang, my kitty lays some fat turds!
*wrinkles nose* phoooeeeyyy!
11:38 p.m.
"What is done by what is called myself is, I feel, done by something greater than myself in me." - James Clerk Maxwell
Sunday, January 12, 2003
Playlist: Message #9 - Gasaraki
It seems as if I have a bit of free time before fatigue forces me to bed, since I finished my homework earlier (despite having watched tv for so long), and my friends have all gone to bust their balls over their own homework (which apparently is a 10-page paper...), leaving me with no one to chat with. I don't quite feel like reading my book, so I think I'll try to get some writing done *eyes dust-covered word document files* right after I clean my kitty's litter box (whose name is Keiko, if anyone has forgotten)
*holds nose and pokes litter box with a really long stick*
11:27 p.m.
"What is done by what is called myself is, I feel, done by something greater than myself in me." - James Clerk Maxwell
Sunday, January 12, 2003
Playlist: A Love Before Time - Coco Lee (Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon)
How is it that I don't watch TV for months, and then today I turn on the TV to watch a premiere of a TV series, and get yelled at by Mommy dearest for "watching TV way too much!"?? How??
being blamed for nothing for no reason
10:31 p.m.
"What is done by what is called myself is, I feel, done by something greater than myself in me." - James Clerk Maxwell
Sunday, January 12, 2003
Playlist: Eden - To Destination (Yami no Matsuei)
O_O oh! Shrine Game! I forgot. This guy came to orchestra about a month ago and asked if anybody wanted to volunteer for this performance at halftime at the Shrine Game. I signed up, along with a lot of other people, but they never contacted me, and I had work on the dress rehearsal day too, so I decided not to do it... ¬_¬ I have a feeling I'm going to regret this.
When I told my coworker about this:
coworker: really?? Don't tell Tony about this. He's going to kill you.
me: >_< what, for not going?
coworker: yeah!
me: but it might rain! It'd hurt the instruments!
coworker: *deadpan look*
-_-;; yeah... anyway, I was debating on whether or not to watch them on TV...
the sun sets, and darkness falls
06:28 p.m.
"What is done by what is called myself is, I feel, done by something greater than myself in me." - James Clerk Maxwell
Sunday, January 12, 2003
Playlist: Another Days - w-inds.
-__-;; according to her Ryu1 has kissed Ryohei before... on the lips... twice... willingly.
aquastranger: when they were in dance class, there was a game
aquastranger: one person dances and then the next person has to continue
aquastranger: ryo was winning or something, so ryu kissed him
aquastranger: and then ryo was so shocked that he stopped, so ryu won
KuroiTsubasaKei: ....why did ryu kiss him??
aquastranger: ryu was a naughty kid and he wanted to win =P
KuroiTsubasaKei: ...and he went to apologize afterwards...?
aquastranger: that's another story...
KuroiTsubasaKei: ...right... keep talking then...
aquastranger: but yeah...ryo's 1st kiss was stolen by ryu
KuroiTsubasaKei: *snrk*
aquastranger: ryu went over to ryo's house to apologize
aquastranger: and when ryo opened the door, ryu kissed him
KuroiTsubasaKei: .....WHY???
aquastranger: i dunno...
KuroiTsubasaKei: -__-;;;
aquastranger: ryu smiles at ryo during live performances too ~<3!!!
KuroiTsubasaKei: <3 aww...
KuroiTsubasaKei: ryu1 has a crush on ryo...
aquastranger: and keita looks at ryo weird when ryo messes up =P
KuroiTsubasaKei: if ryo was more manly he'd have punched ryu1 when he kissed him...
aquastranger: i think keita has a crush on ryu though O.o...
KuroiTsubasaKei: .......................
KuroiTsubasaKei: ....why???
aquastranger: keita almost kissed ryu once
aquastranger: and keita makes ryu eat the food he cooks
KuroiTsubasaKei: GAAAHHHD! they're sooooo GAY!!
KuroiTsubasaKei: <3 <3 <3
KuroiTsubasaKei: ^___^
aquastranger: i know *lol!!!
O____o
05:49 p.m.
"What is done by what is called myself is, I feel, done by something greater than myself in me." - James Clerk Maxwell
Sunday, January 12, 2003
Playlist: the angel song - The Brilliant Green
What w-inds couple are you?
brought to you by Quizilla
*snrk* and apparently my second preference is...
What w-inds couple are you?
brought to you by Quizilla
=P but I like the first one better... if there had to be any relationship at all, that is.
just slightly shocked
05:46 p.m.
"What is done by what is called myself is, I feel, done by something greater than myself in me." - James Clerk Maxwell
Friday, January 10, 2003
Playlist: True Romance - Ichihara Maki (Earthian)
^________^ notice anything different about the format of my entries?? Hm?? Yes?? I did some fiddling.
falling into a light sleep
10:43 p.m.
"What is done by what is called myself is, I feel, done by something greater than myself in me." - James Clerk Maxwell
Friday, January 10, 2003
Playlist: [none]
*yawn* I should probably hike myself to bed soon *clutches stomach*
butterfly dreams in black and white
10:14 p.m.
