Artificial Night

1. What’s your favorite thing about the shoes you’re wearing (or the shoes you were most recently wearing)? They’re comfy ultra-cool Vans slip-ons!

2. What’s your favorite thing about the people you work with (or the people you go to school with)? I’m not working yet, but school… uh… I don’t go to school with very smart people, so I can lord it over all of them.

3. What’s your favorite thing about the climate where you live? It’s warm most of the time.

4. What’s your favorite thing about Friday? It’s the beginning of the weekend!

5. What’s your favorite thing about the year coming to an end? A new year is starting and bringing in new and better things.

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Hey, all! So I’ve been pretty scarce these past few weeks and with no notice, sorry! I was just kept really busy by school, and when school wasn’t eating my soul, online games (especially Neopets and Woolly Hooves) were.

Well, school’s over now and the holidays are approaching. I managed to pull off a 3.0GPA for the second semester in a row; I’m on a serious roll here! Though I’m pretty sure my parents will STILL be dissatisfied and will most likely demand to know why I didn’t get a 3.5. They’re never happy with what I do. So Georgina, I feel your pain! But if you ask me, they should be happy. I mean, my highest GPA ever was a 3.5, and that was in sophomore year in high school. 5 fucking years ago. They should be pretty damn content that I didn’t get a 2 point something like I was before spring semester.

My sister arrives tonight from Washington. No, I’m not excited. I don’t like it when she comes because then, everyone makes a big deal out of her. Well, no, they make a big deal of her when she’s not here. So now that she is, they’re going to make a huge giant fuss. It’s even bigger now because she’s going to Australia after a week here. I know, it sounds weird that it’s such a big deal for her to go on holiday to Australia. No, it’s only so because she’s bringing back the ashes of our grandparents to be buried here in California. So because of that, she didn’t even have to pay for her damn ticket to Australia. And she had the nerve to tell our relatives that our brother and I weren’t going because “we couldn’t afford it,” causing one of our Australian uncles to call and offer to pay for us. Bitch.

Now, if you all know me, you’ll know I caused a big uproar over that. My mother couldn’t understand it. Well, of course not, I’m only the bloody second daughter so I don’t matter as much. The point is that they make it so easy for her to say or do whatever she wants and that seriously pisses me off. For example, when she moved to Washington our parents got her a credit card that they pay for, since it’s under my mom’s name. I’m looking at the bill and - what the fuck? A charge at Carl’s Jr. For $5. Um. Beg pardon, people, but… why would you use your credit card… to pay for a $5 meal? Do you NOT have $5 in your fucking pocket? I mean, I’d assume she would, since she’s always bragging about how she works and supports herself and blah fucking blah.

Oh wait, no, I remember now. She doesn’t carry cash anymore because “she has plastic now.” She thinks she’s so badass and shit, but uh… yeah, you’re not badass with a credit card until you pay for your own damn bill. And I know she doesn’t carry cash because I went out with her last year and I needed to borrow a dollar, and she gave me a look as if I were a penniless hobo and said, “I don’t carry cash anymore,” in her “I’m high and mighty” voice.

… sometimes family makes me sick. But that’s too general. Specifically, it’s just her and my bitch-ass cousin who is always bitching and moaning about being sick every time we visit her family. I think she’s turning into a hypochondriac.

Anyways. Yes. G’bye. See you next post; perhaps I’ll be in a much better mood then.

Stolen from Michelle.

1. Where is your cell phone?
On the desk to my left.

2. Your significant other?
I don’t have one.

3. Your hair?
Is dark brown.

4. Your mother?
Out in the living room on the phone with my idiot sister.

5. Your father?
Also in the living room, staring at the TV.

6. Your favorite thing?
Books, TV, and the Internet.

7. Your dream last night?
I don’t remember my dream.

8. Your favorite drink?
Coke, water, and hot tea.

9. Your dream/goal?
Get published! And meet Hitsugi ♥

10. What Room are you in?
My sister’s bedroom.

11. Your hobby?
Blogging, reading, writing, watching TV, web designing.

12. Your fear?
Spiders, failure, and being alone.

13. Where do you want to be in 6 years?
Preferably not in a grave turning cold.

14. Where were you last night?
At home.

15. Something that you aren’t?
Caucasian.

16. Muffins?
Or they chocolate?

17. Wish list item?
A dog

18. Where you grew up?
California.

19. Last thing you did?
Read Michelle’s answer to this question and snort.

20. What are you wearing?
Grey sweats, pastel yellow tee (don’t ask), and my customary ring and bracelet.

21. Your TV?
60″ screen. I think.

22. Your pets?
Rooney the amazing walking stick.

23. Friends?
Got plenty of those.

24. Your life?
Kind of crap - could be better, but it could be worse.

25. Your mood?
I’m feeling okay. I’m not irritated, at least.

26. Missing someone?
My two best friends.

27. Your car?
Must be invisible.

28. Something you’re not wearing?
Bra!

29. Your favorite store?
Don’t have a specific one… but bookstores in general always capture my heart.

32. Your favorite color(s)?
Black, grey, and crimson.

33. When is the last time you laughed?
An hour or so ago.

34. Last time you cried?
A while ago.

35. Who will resend this?
Whoever feels like sending it.

36. One place that you go to over and over?
School.

37. One person who emails you regularly?
Uhhh… no one. But my best friend V messages me on Facebook every day!

38. My favorite place to eat?
Doesn’t matter, as long as it’s either Japanese food or serves baked potatoes.

39. One place you would like to go right now?
The movies. Or Scotland. Ireland… the U.K….

40. One person you think will respond?
A human.

41. One TV show you watch all the time?
Legend of the Seeker! Heroes, House…

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Just doing a bit of catching up on my homework assignments. Extra credit PowerPoint presentation for Literature (if I don’t get full points, I might fail the class), write up a self-evaluation for Speech, study terms for History and study for finals (specifically the essays portion), and write up my cheat sheet for Nutrition (although my professor wants us to call them ‘reference sheets’ instead, because ‘cheat sheets’ sounds terrible).

Anyways, I’m helping out my dad tomorrow and the day after by working in his office. His douchebag of a secretary told her friends she’d have the days off… before she even asked my dad. I think it’s bullshit, so of course I suggested he fire her goddamn ass. But no, he wouldn’t listen. He just gave her a warning, like, “Don’t do it again.” But I do believe this is the second time she’s done it, so like… how many more chances is this bitch going to get?

So to finish off this blog, I’m going to post about a pet peeve of mine.

One thing I really hate is when people don’t use toilet seat covers. I mean, that’s just gross; those things are filthy, cover the fucking seat up! Like the other day at school, I had to take a pee so I went to the cleanest restroom on the entire campus… well, in my opinion. (It’s on the administrative building, so of course it’s going to be clean.) I was the only one in there; just as I had set my history book on the little shelf in front of the mirror and was walking into a stall, another lady came in. She goes into the stall next to mine and - I don’t hear the rustling that is indicative of a toilet seat cover being pulled out of the dispenser. All I hear is… well, you guys can probably guess what I heard. I was so completely disgusted. I mean, she was like three times my age; you should know to use a goddamn cover, right? Nasty!

So remember, kids - use a freaking seat cover every time you use a public restroom!

I’ve not been in a very good mood lately. I’ve just been feeling so much pressure - I procrastinated a little too much on my persuasive speech, so I spent my whole weekend working on it. In the process of doing that, I completely forgot to register for winter and spring classes on Friday. I only just remembered like half an hour ago, gave a shout (it was a curse word, of course), and rushed to see if I could still register for the classes I need in order to graduate and transfer. Thankfully, the classes were still open. Good thing young adults these days don’t give a shit about English, right?

In other news… remember my last entry, in which I stated my re-found love of all things Japanese? Well. I think you should all know that I found the man of my dreams. And I will marry him.

Hitsugi, the man of my dreams ♥
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Isn’t he the absolute most gorgeous man ever? Ack. Every time I look at him my heart skips a beat. It was terrible watching Nightmare’s “Lost in Blue” PV and seeing Hitsu-chan moving. Hoo boy, he literally drives me insane. If I ever met him, I would swoon. Seriously.