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Tuesday, March 29, 2011


Hello, my wonderful, beautiful, special snowflake of a follower! I realized I've written myself into a trap. A trap of boring-ness. I can't write about anything interesting pertaining to my life due to the fact that my mother reads this (sorry, Mommy), so I'm stuck rambling about non-important things. If I was forced to read a blog like that, I think I'd slit my throat. So anyway, the nonsensical uninteresting ramble begins. I really despise sleeping. There is no activity more pointless in the world. I mean, by age 75 (supposing you actually live that long), you will have spent 23 years sleeping. Think of all of the Internet surfing and TV watching you could have been doing in that time, man! Thankfully, my body evidently has decided to mimic this sentiment, considering it woke me up at 2:30 in the morning. Why are you not going to bed, you crazy girl? Because in typical fashion, I did not finish my homework and I want to make the bus. Yup. That's about all. See you later.

Thursday, March 24, 2011


Hello, nonexistent band of loyal followers!

You'd think by now I'd have a least one person following. Alas, fate is not so kind! Or I'm just not interesting. Or both.

I totally destroyed my laptop for school - well, destroyed the Internet, anyway. I shoved my earbuds somewhere they weren't supposed to go (yeahyeahyeah, "that's what she said," I know), and my computer booted down and when I started it back up, the Internet did not work. Uh-oh. So I won't be updating the blog in the middle of English class or study hall anymore. Sadness.

It is almost four in the morning and I am not going to bed because I want to make the bus in the morning. My bus route is an hour long, so it's a very nice, peaceful time to rest my head against the window and listen to my iPod. Yep.

My God, life is boring right now. There is nothing more to say.

See you later.

Thursday, March 10, 2011

This Entry Brought to You by Study Hall

I guess I should write this now, before I have English class and get tempted. Can't write two entries in one day; my brain would up and die.

Oh, I forgot to greet you.

Hello, nonexistent band of loyal followers!

I've finished all of my homework - or, well, not all of it, but the stuff I don't feel like doing right now can be finished during the detention I have later today! And... then a detention tomorrow, and then a Saturday school (think of it as either in-school suspension or four-hour weekend detention, it means the same thing).

The thing is, I really like detentions. They're calm and you can nap or work on stuff or write. I like having a quiet environment to write in. So I guess I'm not learning my lesson very well. The only way they're gonna convince me to do my work properly is by forcing me into hard manual labor. Or by making me have a few more chats with our headmaster - I very nearly had a panic attack when I was called down today, but it was just the Saturday thing.

My reaction to conversations with authority figures is inevitably, "I DIDN'T DO IT" or "I DON'T HAVE ILLEGAL SUBSTANCES IN MY BACKPACK" or "I DIDN'T KILL HER".

Just kidding. Sort of.

In my Computer Literacy class, we had a very rousing discussion about censorship. When I say very rousing, I'm actually not being sarcastic for once; the topic is actually, God forbid, interesting. Friend who for future reference will be named Tiffany - actually, no, I hate that name, I'll name her Robin instead - got very fired up about book censorship and such. Kind of like how I get fired up over gay rights, that rageful bubbling volcano in your chest that seems to require punching things and/or people. Repeatedly.

I still have forty minutes left to sit in this study hall. O_O

Okay then.

See you later.

Tuesday, March 8, 2011

Our Chorus Sucks and I Don't Care.

Hello, nonexistent band of loyal followers!

My God am I pissed right now. I hate my high school's chorus I hate it I hate it I hate it I hate it so much I can't even be sarcastic all I can do is rant incoherently I HATE IT.

Since we suck so badly, our chorus teacher decided to record us and put it on Youtube (in a private setting), and email all of us the link so we can see for ourselves how badly we suck. Humiliation is his favorite way of getting us to practice, you see. Anyway, yeah, we suck, and I don't give a damn. The class is ridiculous. And my parents will not let me drop it, which is complete bullshit in itself considering I'm already taking about six million more classes than the average freshman, and dropping one that's worth half a frikkin credit doesn't seem like it should matter.



Okay. To make myself feel better, I'm gonna do the Meyer-Briggs thingamabobber whatever it's called personality test with my original characters. (Apparently I'm an ISFP. We're all based on whims and feelings and are our own worst critics. Also, I'm 89% introverted [supposedly], which might explain why I get so panicky talking to teachers and strangers one-on-one.)

Let's start with... self-indulgent fantasy forbidden romance!

Gabriel - my favorite OC ever - gets ISTJ. (67% introverted, 50% sensing, 75% thinking, 22% judging) Looking at the description, it seems to describe him perfectly -- aside from the "model citizen" thing. The whole taking-others-efforts-for-granted thing, but generally caring once they realize the emotional needs of others... (it only takes him, like, ten years or so XD) - wanting to fulfill duties to the point of potentially being taken advantage of~

"Under stress, ISTJs may fall into 'catastrophe mode', where they will see nothing but the possibilities of all that can go wrong. They will berate themselves for things which they should have done differently, or duties which they failed to perform. They will lose their ability to see things calmly and reasonably, and will depress themselves with their visions of doom.'

Oh my god that is all he does. I guess because he's under stress all the time.


Naomi gets ISTJ too XD I don't know if that's because she and Gabriel are in the same profession or because I'm terrible at character development. Probably a combination. (22% introverted, 38% sensing, 50% thinking, 44% judging)

I guess this would explain why they drive each other up the wall so often. I'd hate being in a romantic relationship with somebody with the same personality type as me. Gosh.

Next project! Last year's NaNoWriMo.

Tomas - my second favorite OC ever - gets ISFP. OHMEGAWD WE SHARE A PERSONALITY TYPE. (89% introverted, 50% sensing, 12% feeling, 11% perceiving)

Darek gets... it's telling me the service is unavailable, I should try again later. CURSES.

well, that was fun. Guess I'll try again later.


Darek gets INTJ. (33% introverted, 50% intuitive, 50% thinking, 78% judging.)

Off to read the description.

They're all about ideas, strategic planning, applying concepts, and organization. Natural leaders, problems with emotional intimacy. Potentially have issues explaining themselves and end up misunderstood, and then blame the other party's incompetence for the misunderstanding, which causes them to be arrogant... yep, this is all Darek. Which I suppose makes sense considering he's, you know, a rebellion leader and all.

Taryn gets ESFP. (56% extraverted, 25% sensing, 75% feeling, 56% perceiving.)


All about people, often in role of peacemaker, do stupid spontaneous things a lot, observant of other people, sense things that are wrong, terrible with advice but good with practical care... Generally like everybody unless crossed, in which case they tend to hold a grudge FOREVER. Hate structure and routine, prefer hands-on experience, strong appreciation for "finer things in life"...

I think I'll cease to be amazed when this test describes my characters perfectly! ^_^

Yeah, I'm gonna stop boring you guys now.

See you later.

Monday, March 7, 2011


Hello, nonexistent band of loyal followers!

I seem to be becoming ill more and more lately. Maybe it's some psychological thing since I dread school so much, but at any rate I had to leave early today because I had a pounding headache, nausea, and felt like I was going to pass out. Then I went home and took a four-hour nap.

It would probably have been a good idea to just skip school altogether, but apparently I can't miss any more gym classes or I'll lose credit for the semester, and GOD HELP ME IF I'M GOING TO SUMMER SCHOOL BECAUSE OF THAT CLASS.

Life is pretty normal. The usual stress that comes with being a complete deadbeat, detentions and such, you know.

I really ought to post something else to make this blog longer, but my general idea is "Screw it. Nobody's following. The only reason I'm even posting is so mi madre won't freak out on me."

So, yeah. Screw it. Nobody's following. The only reason I'm even posting is so mi madre won't freak out on me.

There's nothing more to say.

See you later.

Friday, March 4, 2011

This Entry Brought to You by English Class

Hello, nonexistent band of loyal followers!

This blog post is sponsored by my English class. Well, not really, but it's sure caused by it. I'm supposed to be taking notes on grammar rules I've known since first grade, and I figure this is a much more productive use of my time. After all, what better way to waste the bandwidth of my school laptop? Abusing privileges - most government officials would approve.

Welcome to Friday morning. The day started off with a rousing assembly in which our headmaster read the senior's names and college acceptances in a very mumble-y, monotonous voice. I guess it's so those of us who have no plan can become motivated - hell yes, I can have the entire student body halfheartedly clap for me with one eye on the clock the whole time! I dunno, all it's really motivating me to do is live in a minivan for the rest of my life if only to spare the poor saps from having to sit there another second.

But afterward, the cast of the school musical performed one of their dance numbers to try to get us to come see the show this weekend, which was actually pretty cool. So, props. (C WUT I DID THAR. I'M SO PUNNY.)

Things I have to look forward to: a detention for not doing my gym homework (sounds like an oxymoron, eh?), and a two-and-a-half hour play rehearsal later. Plus lunchtime will be utilized to finish up the Spanish writeup I was too lazy to do last night.

But! I will also probably be kidnapping my bestie and spending the night having a Heroes marathon with her. Hell yes.

I showed this blog to one of my friends - let's name her McSparklepants - and she wants me to write about her. Okay, here goes.

McSparklepants has long, flowing blonde locks and eyes that shimmer like the ocean in sunlight...


She wants me to tell my nonexistent band of followers about how much she hates reading. So. McSparklepants hates reading quite a bit. I lent her my copy of Will Grayson, Will Grayson, and it took her a good three months or so to finish it. I say "finish"... she got within thirty pages of the end and some kid took her bookmark out, and she decided "screw it, it's too much effort to find my place again."

(She just looked over and asked me if I was writing the blog. I said yes. She asked what her name was. I said McSparklepants. She hi-fived me and asked what I was saying. I said I was discussing her hatred of reading. She hi-fived me again. Our teacher told us to shut up. Well, that last part is a lie, but he is sort of glaring at us.)

Anyway, now she's reading my copy of Twisted by Laurie Halse Andersen, so cross your fingers she actually manages to get through this one?

I should probably stop typing this; apparently we're going to have a vocabulary test or something. Being a walking dictionary is important, kids!

See you later.

Thursday, March 3, 2011

The first blog post.

I kid you not - my mother is forcing me to keep a blog. Apparently channeling my "writing skills" into something that's updated occasionally means I have potential for later life. Something about commitments and goals and stuff.

I don't get it either.

At any rate, this should be interesting, especially considering I'm pretty much incapable of carrying on a conversation with strangers in real life. For some reason, it's hard to be witty and interesting when you're actually, you know, talking. Come to think of it, it's pretty hard to be witty and interesting when you're typing, too, but I'm being forced into this blog. If you don't like it, go away.

So, for those of you who are still around: Hi. Nice to meet you. I'm... screw it, it doesn't matter what my name is. I've gone by so many different names over the interblag - Kitkat, Kitty, Elliptical, Elli, Sabrina, Delaney... yeah, screw it. Call me whatever you want.

I have no idea what the hell I'm doing. Actually structuring this thing would be against my nature, although it's probably going to be mostly an upchuck of cynicism, ranting about bad literature and bad movies, and squealing over sexy serial killers.

There's really not much else to say.

See you later.