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We're reading Romeo and Juliet right now in my English class. Out loud, in parts.

I get to play Mercutio.

I got to give the entire "Queen Mab" speech. XD

And the best part?

My teacher doesn't get most of the lines she's telling me to say.

My God, I love this play.
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My English teacher, bless her black, cold heart, told us to pick a topic and write a 5-paragraph MLA report about something having to do with Greek mythology.

Just to show her that just because I'm agreeing to do this without a fight, I'm not giving up yet... I chose a topic that is bound to make her UberChristian, Bible-thumping mind despise me, if possible, more than she already did.

God, I love English class.

My MLA Report )
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So my quest to finish the series that I'm writing continues... I'm in the middle of book three at the moment, where the plot continues to twist and the main character's mopey, the sidekick's cranky, the brainy one's confused, and Warren is just Warren, happily doing his thing.

In other news, I'm expecting my friend Violet over today (squee!) and then we'll go window shopping because I'm too poor to afford even dollar-store items. I find it funny that I pretty myself up, ruffle my hair and add a touch of eye shadow, put on my best lip gloss and wear my shortest shorts, when all that we're doing is walking around downtown. Maybe it's because my crush on her is fading slightly... After all, I have a girlfriend now and so have no more reason to pant after Violet.

Also, school? It sucks. Period. We're doing Graduation practice and it annoys the hell out of me because I'm a fast learner and apparently nobody else is. Graduation isn't even that big of a deal... I mean, it's junior high, for Christ's sake. Who the hell cares if you participated in stupid eighth grade Graduation? I picked out a pretty dress, though, with pretty shoes that threaten to break my ankles with every step. I want to wear jeans and a T-shirt and boots, but maybe that just because I'm a dyke.

Haven't heard from the girlfriend in a while, naturally. That's the problem with a relationship like ours: it's hard to get hold of the other. She lives two hours away from me! Plus, I still have that stupid puppy I got her for Valentine's Day (which need I remind you was months ago). Her birthday passed and I missed it, but we still remain happy somehow. I miss her so much that it hurts.

To top it all off, the coin of my conversation is no longer Harry Potter, but Yami no Matseui, which none of my friends are into. I say "Tsuzuki" and they think the car. I'm ready to explode. I need to write fic, but nobody will read it! Agh!

In short, today is not my day.

God, I need some porn.


Dec. 15th, 2006 04:46 pm
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Okay, so.

"It's not as if I'm going to grow another pair of eyes or anything," I said. "I mean, when I told him that I already had a girlfriend, he just stared at me. Creep."

"Well, a lot of people are prejudiced bastards who think that all gay people should burn in Hell."

I blinked. "Thanks, Tyler. You're so supportive."

Suddenly, there was a blur of black as Stella ran up to our table, grabbed my spork, started shoving my fruit down her throat, and then a whoosh as she left.

Tyler blinked this time, looking at the door. "Who the hell was that?" he said.

"Oh," I said. "Just... some girl." And I smiled, stifling a laugh with my corn dog.
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I sat in the cafeteria wit my three friends. The seat was cold beneath my legs, and I put my hands under them to keep warmer.

Tyler and Carina were in another one of their bickering matches. They insulted each other like nothing else sometimes, and Jake and I just talked amongst ourselves, trying to keep out of it. It was best not to take sides in these situations.

But, eventually, they screamed each other hoarse and left. Soon, it was just me in our 50s-diner-style cafeteria.

I picked at my salad with disinterest. I jumped as someone plopped down on the other side of the table from me.

The girl across from me grinned. "Hey, how ya doin'?" she said in her New York accent. "Your friends left?"

I paused, looking behind me to make sure she wasn't talking to anyone else. "...Yeah."

"Mm." She nodded, brushing dark hair out of her face. I would have called her a pretty girl had it not been for the heavy eyeliner and black lipstick she was wearing. Her ears, i noted, had multiple hoops and her nose was pierced. Her eyes were like dark pools of water, nearly black in the poor lighting.

"I'm Stella," she said, sticking out her hand. I noticed the black nail polish, too, and I hesitantly took her hand and shook it.

"Madison," I introduced myself.

She grinned even wider now, her blindingly white teeth positively glowing. Her eyes were wide, too, like Luna Lovegood wide. "Let's be friends," she said suddenly.

And she took my hand, grabbing a pen out of her purse, and wrote something on the back.

An email address.

"O--Okay," I stammered, still like a deer in the headlights.

"Good," she stated with a smile. "Just email me when you get the chance, yeah? So, what kind of music do you like?"

"...Stuff," I said lamely.

She blew another strand of black hair out of her eyes. "That's cool," she said with a nod. "I like stuff too. So, you wanna, like, hang out? Are you going to the winter formal?"

Finally, a topic I knew. I wanted to go so bad...

"Because the winter formal is for losers," she finished.

"Oh," I said quietly, blushing. "Um... I don't know... maybe."

Stella nodded again, her wide eyes scanning me. "You dress funny. You dress kind of like a guy."

I scowled. Did not.

"Hey, how 'bout Monday, I can let you borrow some clothes of mine you can try? I have this headband and a black outfit that would look so cute on you."

"Sure," I agreed, smiling.

And we talked. A lot.

And she gave me some makeup.

And hugged me goodbye...

And when it was over and time for class, I blinked confusedly as I watched her leave.

Did I just make a friend?
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So, they're re-doing the cafeteria at my school to look like a 1950's diner, jukebox and all. I'm really excited about it, only because it's frickin' cool, and there was an announcement yesterday that we should come to school dressing 50's style...

The only problem is, I don't know how they really dressed. I am not going to wear a poodle skirt no matter how much Shelby begs me. I have really short hair, and... I don't know.

I need help so that I can dress in the best 50's clothing ever. I thought about going guy-style, but threw that out a few hours ago.

How did girls with short hair dress in the 1950's?

HELP! I appreciate it.
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My school ramblings )

My Daniel

Sep. 20th, 2006 08:57 pm
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The only thing that I hate about milk is the stains it leaves behind. Carina, my friend, drags me to second breakfast at school, and I always end up eating an extra bowl of Lucky Charms. It toppled down my front, and I tried to wipe it off, but the stain didn't leave.

I was going to be late if I didn't hustle, so I left it there and sprinted to class.

I got a lot of questions about it, more than I normally do about the way I dress, and I was getting slightly ticked off with the world. My jacket was too hot to wear, and I could feel the eyes of everyone looking at the huge wet spot on the front of my shirt.

Mrs. Williams is evil. I have no doubt in the world. Her top rule, among a very long list, is dead silence at all times. Silent as the grave. Of course, that doesn't stop my mouth from chattering on about fanfic and Harry Potter and schoolwork I'd missed the day before.

I thought I was going to die as Daniel kept looking at the milk stain.

While correcting the paper in front of me, I felt my cheeks burn in embarrassment. I have a grade A Ron Weasley blush. My face just goes up in flames. I turn red to the roots of my hair and probably further. I could feel his eyes on me, and I could've, would've, should've died right then and there.

When the bell rang for lunch, and the chatter started to spread to the other students, I turned to him. "Look, it's a milk stain, all right? I spilled today. It's ugly."

He smiled at me. "No, it's beautiful. Gives your shirt more color and a delightfully dairy scent."

He lifted his backpack onto his shoulders and began to leave.

"That wasn't what I was looking at, anyways," he said.

I smiled and my ears tinged pink.
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The story on Mini-Daniel:

The date... )
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Further news...

Once again, with feeling... )
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All right. On Mini-Daniel...

Squee. )
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Okay. As a lot of you on my friends list know, I met a miniature Harry and Ron while at the Boys and Girls Club in Auburn, CA; aka my dad's town.

Well... Monday was the start of my eighth grade school year.

So long, Kinsey 6... )
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My first day of school was a frustrating one.

I wandered aimlessly from class to class.

I met my teachers. One is a Death Eater, the other a Goa'uld.

As we speak, they're gathering their equipment to kill me off.

Prepare for maximum damage.


Jun. 5th, 2006 12:58 pm
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There she is once more.

She stands with her friends, the popular girls that would never send a word in my direction. She talks to them, her mouth forming words. Her lips and tongue move wonderfully, so beautifully that I am hypnotized by the motions.

My heart once again beats hard against my ribcage. It's almost painful to listen to it, because I know that it beats for a wrong reason. I swallow dryly, around the newly formed lump in my throat, and I begin to question my secret torch that I so wrongly carry. I step forward nervously, almost vomiting from the pressure that I place upon myself.

She doesn't notice that I walk toward her. I now stand directly beside her, so close that I can feel her warmth and hear her breathing. She turns so suddenly, and we collide painfully. Books and papers fall to the dirty concrete floor beneath us, clattering noisily on top of one another. She looks at me expectantly with those wonderful blue eyes that move heaven and earth. I bend down, ignoring the whispers and the questioning looks from her friends. I randomly separate textbooks, and hand her her things with shaking hands. She looks at me as if she is about to apologize for the incident, but then her eyes turn cold. Those warm and loving eyes become hard and cruel, like I've never seen them before. It sends chills down my spine and makes me cower before her. It seems as though time has momentarily stopped, and it's only us that move on our own free will. I hear her voice, but it's not hers, as though from a distance:

"Watch where you're going, you freak!"

And she turns, motioning to her friends to leave me. People behind me whisper and send me disappointed glances for not putting up a fight. Many laugh at me for being so much of a fool as to crash into her, as if I'm not worthy to touch her in any way.

Her friends leave, laughing and smiling, and leave me alone again.

I feel shattered, like I've suddenly become a broken mirror that was once a beautiful thing. She doesn't give a backwards glance as she leaves me in utter darkness again.

I was once a fragile mirror, but now am broken by a mortal in disguise.

And I cannot be repaired.


Jun. 4th, 2006 09:07 pm
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There she is again.

She watches me with eyes of deepest blue, eyes that I'm positive can read into me. She can read my mind, see into my heart. She knows, I'm sure of it. She knows how I pine for her touches, how I brush her in the halls and nearly come in my pants from the skin contact.

My heart pounds in my ears, like the beat of a salvation army drum, and it's almost defeaning. I'm afraid that she hears me, that she senses my fear and my lust like an animal. I'm fascinated by her, mesmerized by her, but frightened of her all the same.

I'm not courageous around her, but I try. I want to be able to walk up to her without the subtle touches, the "accidental" trips into her. I want to be able to approach her with a steady heartbeat, speak to her with a calm tone of voice, learn about her secrets and slowly allow myself to take her on a date. I want her to notice me, to talk words to me, to smile at my jokes and be as amazed by my past as I am in hers. I want her to be with me, to care about me, to show that she does think about me when I'm not there...

To love me.

Maybe someday, I'll have the courage and the strength to do so.

That day is not today.
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Today As Usual )


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