I can only tell where I should be based off of other people.
I owe you guys a lot. Like. A lot. Lot.
Day 10 - What you wore today, in great detail
I woke up wearing sleepclothes--as in an old Brasilian sleepdress that barely covers my butt now--and soft gray pyjama pants. If you know me, I sleep in the same shirt I wore that same day. So, yes. I went to school in sleepclothes. (Oh, I also slept on the couch.)
Um. That'snotwhatIworetoday. I changed my top to a Norge shirt vatti got in Norge and, um. Yeah. /bad person.
Day 11
I only have one, as I've told you. Bruder. Tomatillo. Tomas. He's in Chicago now, attending college at the School of the Art Institute of Chicago. SAIC. Hurr. He's dorm buddies with his BFFL--who I think may very well be his boyfriend--and is three floors above his horrible ex-girlfriend. (She's Russian, but that's beside the point.)
Err. He lived in Brasil longer than me. 3 years. He's also three years older than me, oh ho ho. That makes him 18. LEGALITY. His birthday is 12 days before mine, which may or may not be a bad joke on God's part. Mutti's pregnancy with him was apparently mostly just bedrest since he wanted to be born about four months early. But then when the time came, he didn't want to be born? Oh, Tomas, you're such a dick.
He's got a weird affinity for cute things. Like. Pandas, dwarf Lionhead bunnies, baby squirrels, moose. You read that last one right. He loves--especially loves--giant, bumbling, awkward beasts of the north. Cripes.
Day 12
Um. -goes to check-
There WAS a fork in here from camp, but that went away when I had to ride an aeroplane.
A lot of pencils and pens and erasers and sharpies and stuffs. An Exacto blade.
Two unmailed letters, one to Guan, one to a friend in Norway.
One present from a friend, FILLED WITH LITTLE CLOTH FLAGS EEEEE.
A composition notebook that has a panda with a monocle and handlebar moustache. This is my doodle book.
A pack of college-ruled loose-leaf paper.
French textbook.
My yearbook--whichIjustgavetomutti.
My math composition notebook.
Folder.
Clipboard.
Folder.
Planner.
ARRRRRT JOURRRRRNALLLLLL. It's a small, bright red Moleskin. :D
Day 13
Can I just copy thecommoniguana and just do highlights...?
MONDAY/TUESDAY:
I got home from Chicago, then skipped the next day of school so I could go shopping for art supplies. Not much to say.
WEDNESDAY:
Back to school! This apparently made it a good day for one of my close friends, because she has been going through hell recently at school. She actually sent me a text that I have locked--"you came back from tall city, emma gave me food and now mom says she'll make me brownies. jesus is happy."
At school, everyone at once seemed to realize how fabulous my hair is, seeing as I'm basically the only girl in the grade who doesn't a)style it, b)dye it, c)straighten or curl it, d)do anything with it. Which leaves it healthy and long and blah blah blah. It's also kinda wavy. It has natural volume. And it's shedding. SQUALLERS WOULD BE JEALOUS.
THURSDAY:
More hair time. Classes are better on red days than grey days. Meaning, my History teacher tells me to write a song reaction essay that can be anything from "I HATE YOUR CLASS YOU SUCK" to "I LOVE MAGIC DADDY USED TO SAY I WAS ALWAYS GOOD AT IT". My Biology teacher is arguably crazy, but I am envious of him and his eyebrows. They are so majestic.
More hair love. My art grade-level teacher--his name is Rixford Jennings, am I the only one who sees the awesomness in his name?--tells me I may be moved out of Animation and Ceramics into Woodshop and Painting. Not... what I wanted exactly. I complained, of course. He said he'll take my request into consideration.
In ceramics, the art department HEAD, Mrs. Montgomery, says that she likes my wall relief--something about "there being clear shapes here and there but my head can't quite grasp them, very conceptual"--which made me happy. Fuck you, Jennings, I'm staying in ceramics.
FRIDAY:
TGIF? They always spout out that acronym at school, I might be the only one who doesn't care. Weekends are usually filled with sleep and people being too busy to pay attention to me. >> /selfpity
Umm. English and Geometry. I take good notes in math, not so much English. God, I hate English. More hair love. More, more, more.
Last day for our project in Ceramics. I was already done, so I just spent the entire class setting up the back so I could have a hanging mechanism. Apparently, they're called "cleats" which makes me lol. I've never smashed my knee into a block of clay. [insert more sailing jokes here.] I was one of the first ones done, so I spent most of my free time drawing gun-knifes that I found in the firing room and getting my hair braided and therefore covered in clay dust.
-refrains mentioning home life-
Day 14
I woke up wearing sleepclothes--as in an old Brasilian sleepdress that barely covers my butt now--and soft gray pyjama pants. If you know me, I sleep in the same shirt I wore that same day. So, yes. I went to school in sleepclothes. (Oh, I also slept on the couch.)
Um. That'snotwhatIworetoday. I changed my top to a Norge shirt vatti got in Norge and, um. Yeah. /bad person.
-copypaste-
Day 15
Sleepdreams? Umm.
I had a dream the other night that was Varia-themed. T'was weird. Like. I was choking a fake TYL!Bel and he kept biting me so Squallo had to stab him through me, but it didn't hurt and I thought that I might be Fran since he wasn't around but then the real TYL!Bel was with Mammon so then I was all "bawww". And then I walked outsider the room and there was a line of Varia memebers, waiting to get inside and past/current Bel was there, so I followed him back to his room and he started hitting on me because I was the only one who would laugh at his jokes--which were more like threats, really--and then I woke up.
Hur hurr.
Day 16
A girl took it from me. :> She was a kohai, too.
I was at a party--my first party ever!--in 7th grade and she and I were kinda on the fence about dating each other or not and then I told her that I liked her and wouldn't mind dating her and she jumped up and smooched me.
This wasn't, like. In a secluded room, either. It was in the living room, with everyone else behind us, watching Rocky Horror Film Show and laughing loudly at a lot of bad jokes and playing music. She left immediately after, her parents having gone to pick her up and I just turned around and announced, "Hey, guys, I just had my first kiss."
Day 10 - What you wore today, in great detail
I woke up wearing sleepclothes--as in an old Brasilian sleepdress that barely covers my butt now--and soft gray pyjama pants. If you know me, I sleep in the same shirt I wore that same day. So, yes. I went to school in sleepclothes. (Oh, I also slept on the couch.)
Um. That'snotwhatIworetoday. I changed my top to a Norge shirt vatti got in Norge and, um. Yeah. /bad person.
Day 11
I only have one, as I've told you. Bruder. Tomatillo. Tomas. He's in Chicago now, attending college at the School of the Art Institute of Chicago. SAIC. Hurr. He's dorm buddies with his BFFL--who I think may very well be his boyfriend--and is three floors above his horrible ex-girlfriend. (She's Russian, but that's beside the point.)
Err. He lived in Brasil longer than me. 3 years. He's also three years older than me, oh ho ho. That makes him 18. LEGALITY. His birthday is 12 days before mine, which may or may not be a bad joke on God's part. Mutti's pregnancy with him was apparently mostly just bedrest since he wanted to be born about four months early. But then when the time came, he didn't want to be born? Oh, Tomas, you're such a dick.
He's got a weird affinity for cute things. Like. Pandas, dwarf Lionhead bunnies, baby squirrels, moose. You read that last one right. He loves--especially loves--giant, bumbling, awkward beasts of the north. Cripes.
Day 12
Um. -goes to check-
There WAS a fork in here from camp, but that went away when I had to ride an aeroplane.
A lot of pencils and pens and erasers and sharpies and stuffs. An Exacto blade.
Two unmailed letters, one to Guan, one to a friend in Norway.
One present from a friend, FILLED WITH LITTLE CLOTH FLAGS EEEEE.
A composition notebook that has a panda with a monocle and handlebar moustache. This is my doodle book.
A pack of college-ruled loose-leaf paper.
French textbook.
My yearbook--whichIjustgavetomutti.
My math composition notebook.
Folder.
Clipboard.
Folder.
Planner.
ARRRRRT JOURRRRRNALLLLLL. It's a small, bright red Moleskin. :D
Day 13
Can I just copy thecommoniguana and just do highlights...?
MONDAY/TUESDAY:
I got home from Chicago, then skipped the next day of school so I could go shopping for art supplies. Not much to say.
WEDNESDAY:
Back to school! This apparently made it a good day for one of my close friends, because she has been going through hell recently at school. She actually sent me a text that I have locked--"you came back from tall city, emma gave me food and now mom says she'll make me brownies. jesus is happy."
At school, everyone at once seemed to realize how fabulous my hair is, seeing as I'm basically the only girl in the grade who doesn't a)style it, b)dye it, c)straighten or curl it, d)do anything with it. Which leaves it healthy and long and blah blah blah. It's also kinda wavy. It has natural volume. And it's shedding. SQUALLERS WOULD BE JEALOUS.
THURSDAY:
More hair time. Classes are better on red days than grey days. Meaning, my History teacher tells me to write a song reaction essay that can be anything from "I HATE YOUR CLASS YOU SUCK" to "I LOVE MAGIC DADDY USED TO SAY I WAS ALWAYS GOOD AT IT". My Biology teacher is arguably crazy, but I am envious of him and his eyebrows. They are so majestic.
More hair love. My art grade-level teacher--his name is Rixford Jennings, am I the only one who sees the awesomness in his name?--tells me I may be moved out of Animation and Ceramics into Woodshop and Painting. Not... what I wanted exactly. I complained, of course. He said he'll take my request into consideration.
In ceramics, the art department HEAD, Mrs. Montgomery, says that she likes my wall relief--something about "there being clear shapes here and there but my head can't quite grasp them, very conceptual"--which made me happy. Fuck you, Jennings, I'm staying in ceramics.
FRIDAY:
TGIF? They always spout out that acronym at school, I might be the only one who doesn't care. Weekends are usually filled with sleep and people being too busy to pay attention to me. >> /selfpity
Umm. English and Geometry. I take good notes in math, not so much English. God, I hate English. More hair love. More, more, more.
Last day for our project in Ceramics. I was already done, so I just spent the entire class setting up the back so I could have a hanging mechanism. Apparently, they're called "cleats" which makes me lol. I've never smashed my knee into a block of clay. [insert more sailing jokes here.] I was one of the first ones done, so I spent most of my free time drawing gun-knifes that I found in the firing room and getting my hair braided and therefore covered in clay dust.
-refrains mentioning home life-
Day 14
I woke up wearing sleepclothes--as in an old Brasilian sleepdress that barely covers my butt now--and soft gray pyjama pants. If you know me, I sleep in the same shirt I wore that same day. So, yes. I went to school in sleepclothes. (Oh, I also slept on the couch.)
Um. That'snotwhatIworetoday. I changed my top to a Norge shirt vatti got in Norge and, um. Yeah. /bad person.
-copypaste-
Day 15
Sleepdreams? Umm.
I had a dream the other night that was Varia-themed. T'was weird. Like. I was choking a fake TYL!Bel and he kept biting me so Squallo had to stab him through me, but it didn't hurt and I thought that I might be Fran since he wasn't around but then the real TYL!Bel was with Mammon so then I was all "bawww". And then I walked outsider the room and there was a line of Varia memebers, waiting to get inside and past/current Bel was there, so I followed him back to his room and he started hitting on me because I was the only one who would laugh at his jokes--which were more like threats, really--and then I woke up.
Hur hurr.
Day 16
A girl took it from me. :> She was a kohai, too.
I was at a party--my first party ever!--in 7th grade and she and I were kinda on the fence about dating each other or not and then I told her that I liked her and wouldn't mind dating her and she jumped up and smooched me.
This wasn't, like. In a secluded room, either. It was in the living room, with everyone else behind us, watching Rocky Horror Film Show and laughing loudly at a lot of bad jokes and playing music. She left immediately after, her parents having gone to pick her up and I just turned around and announced, "Hey, guys, I just had my first kiss."