Junior Toils

New year. Fun fun.

First period, guard. Nothing special, except that winterguard is second period next semester! Lame! Like, really? It's gross. We're supposed to be getting our locker rooms this week...

Second period, US history. Not too bad, I guess. I'm good at history. It's a very quiet class, but that'll probably change soon enough. It always does.

Third period, algebra 2. First off, I have the scariest teacher ever with a shrill voice to match her icy heart. And Chris is in my class! WTF, really? Like, I saw him earlier and kinda avoided him. Then I almost ran into him coming out of history and now he shows up in my class?! SRSLY. Not cool. I tried being nice, saying hello and all, but I got IGNORED. Fine, if you wanna play that game, we can, you douchebag. Don't be pissed at me because I didn't text you all summer. You could have texted me. What's super creepy is that he and the teacher have the same icy eyes, kinda narrow, but smooth, if that even makes sense. But oooh, looking at her reminds me of him. And worse off, he's blind as a bat, so she'll probably move him up to the front. And knowing my luck, RIGHT BY ME. Ughhh. I suck at math.

Fourth period, web mastering. A very fun and chill way to end my day. Hey, something epic I'm good at! This is quite fun.

Next semester, I get English with Anthony and Jamie. Cool beans! Me and Heather stopped by to see Mr. M the past two days and he was very happy to see us. Tee hee, he had on shorts today. WTF? Mr. M, you can't wear shorts. You have skinny white legs that have never seen sunlight. It was cute.

I need to stop by and see Mrs. K and figure out if I can get out of online health.

Ooooh. A lot to do.

xx Marz

Week Two

And so doth the end of the second week commeth on this day of virtue and woeful countenances. I'm sore as crap, covered in more bruises than ever, incredibly sunburned, exhausted, and brain dead. I'm sick of being around people. I just want to be left alone to do things on my own time without someone barking "UP ON 8!" or "AGAIN!". And that sun. Ooooh I hate that sun and the sweat and the longing for water that Sealy never gives.

Oh well. I'm too tired to type.

xx Marz

Life's Good.

Life's back to normal. Somewhat.

I bought a new album... "The Classical Conspiracy" by Epica, a Dutch symphonic metal band very similar to Nightwish. I quite enjoy them from the few songs I've heard so far. And come on, 28 songs for $10? Great deal! Freaking "Dark Passion Play" was $20 for two discs... and the second disc was just instrumentals. But it's still an amazing album <3

It's an interesting age we live in... I was looking through my CDs and realized, crap! I only own like, 6 legitimate albums. The rest are digital. Like, wow. Don't get me wrong, I do enjoy the album art and everything and preferably, yes, I would like to have everything in actual legit album form, but digital is so much easier, especially since my phone is my music player. We really don't need CDs anymore, save for car trips or stereos. But even then, you can just plug in your iPod/MP3.

Oh well. Music is music.

I'm doing well with my Raven costume! I just need to get the last wrist jewel all sewn/glued/velcro'd and the leotard is mostly done. I'm waiting for my wig to get in and Sarah's mom to sew the cape. And with whatever leftover fabric there is (and there should be plenty), I'm going to make wrist cuffs and (hopefully) cover my boots. If not, they're fine just black. I guess. I dunno. I am sad to have to cut a lot of my wig off. But hey, it's worth it to be gorgeous! I should try out my make up tonight... Hmm.

This album is cool!
xx Marz

My Life is a Bucket of Fail.

I didn't make sabre line yesterday.

I mean, I was at a double disadvantage. For one, I just injured my index finger the day before and was spinning with a bandaged up and hurting finger. That is no fun, because I couldn't get a good grip and I was cramping my hand because I had to hold my finger out. The second disadvantage was that I was sitting out for two months because of my shoulders and during those two months, everyone got to learn weapon technique and tosses and stuff. Well, fat lot of good that did me sitting out.

Oh well. Yeah, it's depressing, but I got over it quickly. At least I made rifle line. And hey, it kinda feels nice to be one of the best flags, the one with all the answers who gets to run reps and make corrections; the one newbs look up to and follow.


And then we have my almost heartbreak. I suck at arguing and defending myself. I know that well. But I didn't know it bothered him so badly because he's a fiery person with a temper and I got exploded at tonight. I had it coming, really, I did. But it just sucked because at the end of the day, I'm only thinking of him. Even though he says he doesn't care, I'm still thinking of him. He might not know it. Or maybe he does. I don't know. All I know is that I made him mad and I can't believe I let myself do that because it's just not right. Not right at all.

But shouldn't love be about embracing what's different and finding a good middle ground? Well, I guess that doesn't even come close to what this was about.

I don't want to lose him. I love that boy so hardcore and I'll do anything so that we can stay together. We said goodnight, he said nothing, but I told him that I loved him.

xx Mars

Really?

Your phone is always in your hands. How could you forget that it was in your jeans for a full hour?

Maybe that's why I'm mad. I dunno, normally I don't mind the peace and quiet. But I kinda felt ignored. But whatever. I ruined a perfectly marvelous sketch I did last night due to my ignorance and inability to properly use good art markers. I didn't know how dark the ink was. I didn't know how much they'd bleed.

I'm deeply saddened. To wallow in depressive feelings is completely outrageous, but I can't think of any other way to be. And sleep is the only thing that will fix this. Too bad that this is one of my last nights of summer, so I'll want to stay up late. Ugh.

I hate life.

xx Marz