Tegoyuki

Toyama Yukinojo~ <33 My new favorite character from Yamato Nadeshiko Shichi Henge~

Err, not that Tegoshi Yuya had anything to do with it. -shiftyeyes-

No, really, even if Tegoshi weren’t playing him in the live-action Yuki would still be my favorite. I tend to like the cute ones who look younger than their age and cry more than necessary and are bouncier than a superball (for example, Honey-senpai and Momiji). ^-^

*mumble* Maybe Tegoshi had a tiny influence.

Tego: Please watch Yamato Nadeshiko Shichi Henge!! (That’s right, with TWO exclamation points.)

He’s SUCH a cutie! Is this guy really 22?

And yay, I can understand him! ^O^

I like his Yuki hair. It makes him look so young and adorable, perfect as Yuki. Those are probably the oddest clothes I’d ever seen him wear. Seems like something Massu would wear.

I hope the drama producers kept his character close to the original. They already changed the characters into university students (which makes more sense considering the ages of the actors, but it’s still different from the manga).

-crosses fingers-

Really looking forward to seeing Tegoshi do this:

(That made my day right there. You sadistic grandma… xD)

…and this:

…and ESPECIALLY this:

Everyone else looks right for their roles. The ballet dude playing Morii Ranmaru looks a tad too old and not really Ranmaru-ish (i.e. sleek and sexy), but hey, it’s all about preference, right? I think Kame suits Takano Kyohei fine, even though a lot of people don’t think the same way. The actress playing Nakahara Sunako — something-Aya — is really pretty, you can tell even when she’s wearing her hood. Wonder if she’ll have to deal with all the nosebleeds or not. xDD She gets to live with sparkly Tego-nyan.

Aaaaaaand last but certainly not least, Uchi’s back! His speaking voice is surprisingly deep. Since the only times I’d ever heard him were during old NEWS songs, I was expecting it to be a lot higher, so that came as a slight shock.

It might just be me, but he looks exactly like Oda Takenaga. It’s the hair, I think.

Huh. Uchi’s handsome. Never noticed that before. :/

–

Right. My fangirly thoughts are all forced out of my head and into this entry. Now I need to report on my life, or else I’m not really using this as journal, am I?

Mama needs to take at least a month off work, sometime after Christmas. After all those hospital visits and scans and stuff, it turns out that Mama is starting to develop something. It might be some sort of cancer, I don’t know because no one will tell me. But she has to take some time off work to have this surgery. I hope it all goes okay.

But besides the issue of her health, Mama is the one who cooks all our meals. And she’s the only one who cleans. And she’s the only one in our family currently working. During and after her surgery, she can’t do any of that, so we all have to fare on our own for half a month. Not to mention that because of America’s God-awful health care system, surgeries cost a looooot.

Money is getting awfully tight when I need it most — my school is asking for donations of food and tons of toys for these poor children who have nothing. I really want to help them, and my school is expecting me to bring a lot in since I’m one of the student leaders, but I don’t have the nerve to tell them that I can’t afford that stuff. They’ll probably say something like, “What do you mean you can’t afford it? The tuition is $9,000, how can you afford THAT?” My French teacher scheduled another dinner night at a fancy restaurant; I have to tell her I can’t go this time. Plus, the girls at the honors lunch table asked me if I wanted to do Secret Santa with them, and being the slow person I am, I said yes before realizing that I have to BUY a gift. We can’t even get a Christmas tree this year.

In times like this I really need to listen to Arashi’s “We Can Make It” to keep me spirited.

And my birthday is coming up in a little over a week, too. :(

Until next time,

~ Mimi \m/^o^\m/

All-nighter #4

1. Religion questions = 60 min.
2. Find an article for religion and summarize = 20 min.
3. 16 English note cards = 20 min.
4. Read 4 scenes of Macbeth and make study cards = 20 min.
5. Pre-calculus questions = 15 min.
6. Study for History test = 20 min.
7. Finish History essay = 45 min.
8. French translations and questions = 25 min.
9. STUDY FOR AP BIO TEST AND DO STUDY GUIDE = 180+ min.

Total = 6.75+ hrs.

The above is all due tomorrow. I have yet to start. It’s 10:45 right now. I leave for school at 6:28.

See that pen? DO ME A KIND FAVOR AND STAB ME WITH IT.

Please, someone put me out of my misery.

Until next time,

~ Nana >__<

I dreamed a drama

I had a dream this morning. I think they were two separate ones, but I can’t be sure. But I remembered most of them because my cell alarm kept going off, and I forgot that simply pushing the button sends it into snooze mode, so that went on for a good hour-and-a-half before I figured out that I have to press down, then ok. Anyway, I thought I’d tell the dream here since I have no school. It’s probably the most random dream I’ve had yet.

It starts out with me walking outside my house. It is 5:30 in the morning. I know this because my disembodied drama announcer voice declares it so. Outside, this gentle old abandoned dog is sitting waiting for me. Announcer-me says that the dog was nearing its end, and dream-me will be there for it when it passes on. And so, dream-me stays and cares for the dog.

Before it dies, however, it gives birth. A MALE dog gave birth. Not to a puppy, but to a hamster.

o_____O

Then the dying dog speaks. It tells me to take lots of pictures with its baby, and I do. All these photos of dream-me and the hamster start falling from nowhere and overlap each other on the movie screen of my dreams. We look happy. But dream-me kind of has this “wtf is going on?” expression.

I think the dream ends there. Either that, or it morphs into this completely unrelated dream.

I’m assuming the next dream is also a drama, judging by the English subtitles running across the bottom of my dream-screen. I’m waiting for someone who’s arriving on this huge ferry. There’s lots of people around me, but the person I came with is…

Kevin Jonas of the Jonas Brothers.

Again, o_______O

I don’t even like the JBs. I like Keven the best out of the three but WHY ARE YOU IN MY DREAM.

The two of us aren’t really talking. Just standing and waiting. But for who?

Why, who else but Tegoshi Yuya himself emerges from the crowd that’s pouring out from the ferry, looking cute with his red RUSS-K coat, a scarf of a color I can’t recall, and his fringe pinned back with a girly-looking clip. Furthermore, he’s carrying a baby that’s just as cute as he is.

He goes straight up to Kevin and gingerly passes the baby to him. And then he speaks. In hesitant, choppy, horribly accented English. The subtitles stream underneath him. He says something along the lines of “Thank you for lending me your senpai” to the eldest JoBro, which makes NO sense whatsoever. The baby is clearly no senpai to anybody. Even worse, Tegoshi said the thank you almost perfectly, but he paused before the senpai — which is in his native language — and GETS IT WRONG. He said “sempart.”

-gigglesnort-

After that, Tegoshi didn’t know any other English phrases to say and my dream-mind can’t conjure up accurate Japanese speech when I don’t know any, so he and Kevin just smiled totally awkward smiles at each other.

What’s wrong with my head?

The worst part of that dream was that Tegoshi didn’t glance at me once. Great, even in my dreams I’m ignored. ;__;

Until next time,

~ Mimi =)

Taka-who? and TegoSHE

Remember that guy up there? The name’s Moriuchi Takahiro, but now that his parents divorced he goes by Morita Takahiro, or simply Taka in his band. Yep, this guy was the youngest, random ninth member of NEWS who went poof off the face of the earth before we had the chance to blink.

Only, he DIDN’T disappear, but instead resurfaced as the lead vocalist of ONE OK ROCK, a J-rock band.

For a while I didn’t want to pay any attention to him because he was no longer a part of NEWS. And because his life is rather tragic and depresses me when I dwell on it. And because his voice is supposedly better than Tegoshi’s and I didn’t want to think about that. And just because I don’t like rock music all too much. I’m a pop person, no matter how disgusted it makes me to admit it. xP

But when I listened to this one song from ONE OK ROCK — “Kemuri” — my face vaguely resembled this: O____________________O

They’re good. Like, REALLY good. Even live. And this is coming from me and I normally don’t like J-rock, though it helps that Taka’s voice is high. High male voices I like. ^^ His English singing is actually pretty good, like in “My Sweet Baby.” <=== Very lovely song right there. His English isn’t perfect, but it doesn’t make me cringe. When I heard the beginning of “My Sweet Baby” I thought a western song accidentally slipped into the album.

My only complaint is that he makes some weird faces when he’s singing. Kinda scary, really, but it’s not like he can control it. Like Massu and his hand motions. It must mean he’s really into it, right?

Now I’m glad that Taka stole his soul back from JE and switched to J-rock. His vocals (and it’s true he’s a great singer, better than Tegoshi, because let’s face it, Tego’s got little control over his voice live, forgive me, Tego-nyan D:) are just a bit too rough for J-pop. Maybe rough is the wrong word to express it, because Ryo-chan’s voice is rough and he seems to sing pop okay.

But there’s something about Taka’s voice that doesn’t fit J-pop at all. He sounds all soft and not very rock-esque in the very beginning of “Kemuri,” but when he hits the chorus and then the bridge (oh yes, his RANGE *_____*) it is clear as a punch in the face that he’s a rocky type of guy. Imagining him singing a song like “Summer Time” (and dancing to it!) makes me giggle quite hard. I just can’t see him as ever being a Johnny.

…That is, until I came across their song “Bossa Nova.” Pure crack, I tell ya, the title and lyrics and vocals. xDD And what the members are doing is very Johnny’s-like (if you don’t count the part where Taka starts going all rock on you halfway through the audio). Taka is the one doing most of the singing, obviously. And the one speaking all high and girly. xD He instantly reminded me of Tegoshi whenever he’s trying to sound like a girl.

It’s funny, I’m so used to the musical group NEWS, where all six members sing and dance and no one plays any instruments, that I forgot that real bands usually have one singer and everyone else does bass/keyboard/drums/backing vocals, etc.

But this doesn’t mean that I’m upset that NEWS exists or anything, because that is definitely not the case. I’m happy that the mothers/sisters of NEWS members sold their sons’ souls to JE. I probably wouldn’t have a clue who Tegoshi is otherwise — and who knows where Tego would be today.

Speaking of Tegoshi, there is absolutely GLORIOUS news about him: He’s going to be in a new drama that will air in January! An actual drama this time, not a special-drama-that-lasts-an-hour-and-a-half-and-then-that’s-it-so-now-what. Furthermore, it’s not just any drama, but a live action of Yamato Nadeshiko Shichi Henge.

Sockspam

The Old Man woke me up early today, at 8:30. That’s usually a huge no-no. He knows how precious my sleeping time is when I don’t have school, and waking me up before eleven is unwise.

But today he asked me if I wanted to go Black Friday shopping for the first time ever. I wanted to see how busy the shops were, so I agreed.

The Old Man bought a DVD player. He likes electronics. I bought 10 pairs of colorful socks. ^___________________^ My old socks are all threadbare and so thin that they’re as warming as Mama’s soul.

The Old Man threw out my favorite glittery purple striped socks without telling me. TT___TT But I don’t blame him. One sock had a gigantic hole in the bottom.

Yay for sockspam!

I also bought a complete outfit for the formal lunch outing my volunteer group is going on tomorrow. During the awards assembly, Christa — sitting somewhere behind me — poked me in the side and told me that I HAD to wear formal clothes or else she’d inflict bodily harm upon my person (told you she’s a bully XP), so I had no choice but to agree. I hadn’t gone clothes shopping since July, no lie.

That rhyme, by the way, was purely accidental. =D

I bought a black cardigan and this dress here, even though they weren’t on sale:

I hate wearing formal clothes to restaurants~

Until next time,

~ Mimi =)

I shall sleep forever

School is over for the week! Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. I want to go to sleep and never wake up. I love sleeping.

My friends invited me out to lunch with them after school today, since school ended right after the liturgy at 11:30. They actually asked me last week, and immediately I told them I wouldn’t be going. I wasn’t about to bother asking Mama. She’d rather eat dirt than agree. The Old Man would resist at first, but my evil powers of persuasion always gets him to crack, and soon all he’d care about is how I’d get home.

But Mama would never release me to friends. I knew that for sure, so I told Christa I wouldn’t go. She still persisted that I ask them. She knows that The Old Man loves her. I know that Mama doesn’t like her. But I followed through with her request anyway by casually bringing it up during dinner.

The Old Man reacted the same way as always: with a nod to acknowledge that he heard me, but at the same time kind of ignoring what I’m saying. Mama, predictably, got angry. She said that I don’t need that sort of bull, that I’m fine staying at home. Her voice had gone colder than the ice in my fruit punch. The icy stare I directed into my bowl practically froze the soup. As usual, The Old Man sensed the dense tension in the air and attempted to cut through it by exclaiming loudly, “I think the food is ready. Why don’t we eat now?” His method of coping with the tightrope relationship between Mama and me is, like always, changing the subject. The Pest said nothing.

Oh, what a lovely family we are.

On another subject, yesterday the juniors were given their awards. We do this every quarter, after report cards come out. They call out your name, you walk up to the principal, and she hands you a little award thing (I really don’t know what to call it; you can pin it on your backpack). I got high honors, perfect punctuality, perfect attendance (thanks to The Old Man ’cause I’m always oversleeping), and two effort awards.

The effort awards are really hard to get since they’re the ones that matter. I was shocked that I managed to get even one, let alone two two since I hardly try in school. Not only that, but the classes I got them for shocked me even more:

Religion and AP Biology.

Daisy teaches Religion. And Daisy also slept over at school last night. The students and some teachers were doing their annual fasting all day yesterday and they had a sleepover at the school. I think it’s slightly skeevy for him to be the only man to sleep in a school with all girls and female teachers, but hey, what do I know? He cooked them all breakfast this morning while wearing his sleep clothes, which included a tight t-shirt that… yeah.

He looked good.

I sat as far away from him as possible in the cafeteria, put my head into my arms to block out his image, and went to sleep until the bell rang for us to go up to homeroom.

Ah, kind of sidetracked there. Right, so he teaches Religion. Why on earth did he give ME (as well as two others from the other junior religion classes) the effort award when I spend most of my time in that class trying to stay awake? I hadn’t expected it at all; in fact, I almost didn’t hear them call my name. It is beyond scary knowing that he was thinking of me when he submitted the names of the three people receiving the award for his class. I firmly believe that he did it on PURPOSE. He knows that I don’t like him and I fear him, so he probably gets his kicks out of torturing me mentally.

Agijvogiwrhjbvkelg.

Right after they called the recipients of that award, they called out the name of the person who got the AP Bio award — me. I hadn’t even walked two feet, so I turned around on my heel and got that award too, while the rest of the junior class laughed. AP Bio is the bane of my existence. I don’t understand a single concept — except for how DNA works — and my notes are indecipherable because I half-write, half-sleep.

I will pass this next test. I will pass this next test. I will pass this next test. I will pass this next test. I will pass this next test. I will pass this next test. I will pass this next test.

Speaking of tests, I didn’t do well on that US History test at all. I left many spaces blank. Maybe I should have studied, huh? History is my worst subject next to Science.

I also fell asleep DURING THE TEST. As I handed in my unfinished paper, I noticed it was plagued with scribbles and cross-outs. See, when I’m sleepy, I have a tendency to write down whatever I’m thinking or dreaming about. For example, I reread my AP Bio notes and found mentions of Utaban and the Domoto Brothers. O__________________O

The day before, I had watched a Tegomass appearance on the Domoto Brothers and the second time NEWS appeared on Utaban (the one with the zapping chairs >:D). Obviously my mind was not on protein synthesis that day. I also found stuff about weddings and princesses in my notes. Haven’t the slightest clue why. One time I caught myself writing the word NEWS. ^-^

Because I kept nodding off during the History test while trying to write at the same time, I wrote the weirdest things. o__O I can’t even count how many times I had to strike out a bunch of words because I was writing about cats or something like that. Gah, I NEED SLEEP.

Until next time,

~ Mimi xP

Me + High School Fics = FAIL

Usually, the characters that I compose in my head don’t attend high school. They are either homeless, royalty, graduated, or a character of a fantasy fic, where high schools rarely exist. I do this all on purpose, because ever since the ninth grade, any sort of attempted high school fics turn out as grand failures.

As a junior, I HAVE AT LAST FIGURED OUT THE REASON.

It’s simple, really; I’m surprised I haven’t figured it all out sooner. Like I’d mentioned, I’m not exactly the brightest light bulb in the chandelier. I try to write high school fics where the main setting is the protagonist’s high school. A normal, co-ed, public high school.

I attend a definitely not normal, all girls, Catholic high school.

In fact, I have only gone to Catholic schools all my life, so I haven’t a clue what public school life is like, other than from what I’ve seen from TV. My HS fics fail because I’m trying to write about a life I’ve not once experienced. I haven’t even seen a locker until high school, let alone use one. Thus, I was running late to all my classes during the first week of ninth grade.

But despite these problems, I’m glad that chose that school. If I had listened to all the people who told me that I’m stupid for rejecting that extremely prestigious public school (2,000 students!! :O) for my itty-bitty all girls school (250 students). They all try to reason with the same thing: “But all the people who go to Extremely Awesome School end up going to Harvard/Princeton/Stanford/other awesomely hard-t0-get-in school!”

Well, GOSH, maybe I’m one of the few who actually don’t want to go to Harvard/Princeton/Stanford/other awesomely hard-t0-get-in school.

Anyway, I digress. The main reason I’m writing this entry is to list all the factors of my school that are probably marring my ability to write about normal high school life. In other words, this is how an all girls school is different from co-ed:

1. Testosterone is banned, unless you’re a staff member. How can I write about a co-ed environment when there’s no co in this ed? Unless you count the girls who dressed up as boys on Halloween, there are no boys in my school.
2. The junior class is so close it’s downright weird. It’s true, the entire junior class is like a big family with 65 members. During lunch, the other grades scatter throughout the cafeteria. But the juniors eat at tables lined up against the left wall of the room. The next column of tables are usually not occupied at all, unless there’s no room against the wall, so seems as though we’re separating ourselves from the rest of the school.
3. Emotions run wild. The juniors just had their class retreat, where we took an entire day to escape schoolcrap and just talk to each other in the auditorium. At the end, during the final group reflection, we arranged ourselves in a circle and all had a chance to say whatever we wanted. In the latter half of the circle, one girl started tearing up when she tried to speak about her school experience. She knocked over the first domino because everyone after her couldn’t talk without crying, myself included. The tissue box traveled around the circle with us.
4. People show up to school looking like they woke up three-point-five seconds ago. It’s an all girls school. There are no guys to impress. So who cares, right? Personally, I often wake up and head off to school without once glancing into the mirror, even though I know that it looks like my hair exploded. Some arrive in their sleep clothes and change when they arrive.
5. The halls = our locker rooms. My school is so tiny that we have no space for locker rooms. It’s not like we care, since most of us undress in the halls, with the shyer ones/freshmen using the bathrooms. I distinctly remember a girl roaming the halls with just her skirt and bra on. When it’s time for gym class, we just change in the gymnasium (which must be why I’ve never seen a male gym teacher). It’s perfectly fine if you strip in the halls, but you just have to watch out for male teachers/the custodian/the principal. The principal once walked into the halls and caught a girl stripping. She was quick to push the male teacher back into the classroom.
6. Molestation is inevitable. One of the requirements of attending my school is that you must get used to how close the students are. In fact, everyone is so close that the concept of “personal space” is nonexistent. The girls LOVE to touch each other in all sorts of ways, both acceptable (hugging, high fives, linking arms) and indecent (squeezing ANY body part, wrestling on the carpeted ground, grinding). You get used to it, and eventually all you do is squeal if it happens to you. That’s just how they show affection. It’s like life in JE/Arashi.
7. Female problems ahoy. I remember a time when Kitty — the same girl who ran down the hall in her underwear with no sense of embarrassment — screamed down the halls, loud enough for the teachers to hear, “DOES ANYBODY HAVE A TAMPON?”

This is what I have to deal with every day. Lovely, isn’t it? No, I really do like this school life. So much more interesting than regular school life, I should think. =P I wonder what “regular” schools are like.

Until next time,

~ Mimi :Dv

P.S. A photo of my first AP Bio test. The blue number is the corrected score:

Got a 67 on the newest test. Quite a miracle, actually, since I truly had not a clue what I was doing the first ten pages of the fourteen-page test. I really should study more, huh? ^-^ You know there’s a problem when you start thinking that a 67 is good.

Massu slips up :O

Although I just love the Tegomass singing duo, I’m not a terribly huge fan of the pairing. But I gotta admit, even I have to flail at this. Massu accidentally informs fangirls during a NEWS appearance on Music Station that yes, Tegoshi loves to dominate, no matter what the situation is.

XDDD Oh Massu. Only you can say such awkward things and shake it off so nonchalantly. Several NEWS members were quick to catch what he was saying. Then Massu himself seemed to realize his unfortunate wording because he apologized immediately after. xD  He was really talking about some kind of dance move he and Tego did wrong.

In other NEWS news (<– :D), I had a dream. And it involved NEWS members. It scared me that I dreamed of them, because that just shows how much I adore them. I don’t remember what happened in the dream at all, just that it featured at least Shige. It was probably a good dream since I woke up smiling.

While I was doing volunteer work, I took out my iPod to show Christa Tegoshi’s Live Diamond performance of “Ai no Matador.” She’s always going on about this hip-hop/rapper guy she wants to marry along with her boyfriend (she believes in a polygamous lifestyle), so I decided to share with her the guy I adore. She awwed when she saw much I liked Tegoshi. She also raised her eyebrows when she saw what kind of moves he was executing, because I don’t seem like the type of girl to be into guys like that. She said Tego is cute :D. And that he has a feminine facial structure. And when I showed her Yuuko-chan in the documentary, she could only gape and say that there’s no way that Yuuko is a boy.

Yesterday, I finished watching Shissou, that movie Tegoshi acted in years ago. Definitely the most confusing movie I had ever watched. There was something about these two feuding towns, and mixed in with that were murder, religion, hopelessness, and arson. Ah, and running. There was lots of running. Half the time I hadn’t a clue what was going on, so I just focused on Tegoshi being totally creepy.

God, what did he do in order to be considered to play such a mature role? I’d seen emo Tesshi tons of times before, but not emo, murderous, half-crazy Tesshi. Some of his scenes really scared me, but I applaud him for being able to act so well. The scariest thing of all, I think, is that Shuji (his character) was supposed to be a junior high school student, about The Pest’s age. Well, no matter. This was a definitely a step up from his usual emo-y characters.

Dunno, just thought he looked cute while being raped by a girl. :P Well… is it rape if he’s not reacting? He’s just staring around the room and watching the girl violate him. Can it even be called rape if it’s a girl doing it?

Until next time,

~ Mimi :-P

A Week of Weirdness O_o, Woes DX, and Wonderful ^-^

It just occurred to me right in the middle of hurrying to my next class: This is supposed to be a journal, and yet I barely record anything down about my life. And because so much happened in the past few weeks — including the release of the NEWS Live Diamond DVD (!!!) — I just had to compose one massive entry describing everything before I forget. If I ever decide to visit this journal again in the future, I’d better start actually writing about my life and the things that happen around me. I split the events into three categories. (And yet somehow NEWS worked their way into this entry, too. >_<)

First off, the weirdness.

1. Mrs. English Teacher’s neatness obsession borders on the creepy.
She is such an adorable person. You know how old people are. This adorableness almost makes up for the fact that her obsession for organization far surpasses Massu’s (yes, I know~ :O).

I wouldn’t mind it so much if she kept her obsession to herself. But on the FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL, she got on everyone’s bad sides by shoving her obsession down our throats — and obviously I had trouble swallowing. For example, she requires everyone to organize their papers and notes into six different colored folders.

I am the type of person to pull out a single bloated folder from my backpack, rifle through it, and find something like the following: a Pre-calculus worksheet, an unfinished translation I did of a French reading, French notes, the thank-you letter that I mentioned in a past entry, an article I printed from a website for Religion, 4 small reports on the Founding Fathers, English notes, a student’s guide to the PSAT, and a prompt from a Literary Magazine meeting.

If I show that folder to her she’d probably have a heart attack.

2. Mrs. English Teacher wore a Viking helmet and pointed a sword at us.
We had to read Beowulf and write a paragraph summary of it for homework, except I didn’t because I didn’t feel like it. Turns out it didn’t matter because she summarized it for us, anyway. I wrote the summary during class, blindly scribbling down words while smiling and nodding at the teacher to avoid sparking suspicions.

It is quite difficult to write and laugh yourself to pieces at the same time.

She acted out some of the scenes while wearing a Viking helmet and wielding a plastic sword named Hrunting. Then she told us about how she got robbed while shopping in Target. More laugh-inducing than it sounds. Really. First time I didn’t sleep in that class. :P

3. Somehow, a Flo Rida song made its way into my iPod.
…Yeah. That’s weird enough. Oh, also I just noticed that his name is Florida with a space in it. Mmm, it’s a wonder I make the honor roll every year.

4. The groping doesn’t bother me anymore.
The thing about attending an all girls school is that it’s probably nothing like a co-ed school. In a co-ed school, if you see girls groping and kissing and hugging each other all the time you’d most likely think that they’re homos or something. In an all girls school — at least, in my school — that’s the norm.

It’s hard to go through a day of school without seeing some public display of inappropriate touching. Not that we mind. In fact, it’s happened to me so many times that I might have gotten used to it. Such is life at an all girls school.

5. Franky is the female Tegoshi.
It bricked me after I glanced over at her yesterday. At first it was just, “Hmm. Her face reminds me of someone.”

Then, as I realized that her small build, chubby cheeks, and big eyes make her look like Tegoshi when he was about her age, all sorts of other similarities began pummeling me in the brain.

• Franky is a soccer player. Tegoshi is married to soccer (and his dog). Franky has a dog that she loves, too.
• Tegoshi loves blondes. Franky is a blonde. Her date to the semi-formal was some cute Asian dude. Tegoshi is a cute Asian dude.
• Despite their size, they have loud, high, kind of piercing voices. Not to mention, their laughs. XD They laugh a loooooot. Tegoshi’s laugh is so loud it sounds exaggerated. Franky giggles like it’s her last day on earth.
• They are huge perverts. Franky’s friends all know how perverted she is, but no one else does because she looks so angelic. We all know how ero-minded Tego is despite his sweet face.
• Both seem to be really ditzy but are actually smart. And just a little ditzy.
• Tegoshi is always doing questionable things to his hair. Franky rarely keeps the same style for more than two days.
• In video clips, Tegoshi is shown frequently touching his hair. Franky is seen constantly twirling her hair.
• They’re cute. AND THEY KNOW IT WELL. They use their cuteness to get what they want.
• Tegoshi loves singing. Duh. Franky loves singing and can sing somewhat, having landed a lead role in last year’s musical. She’s also great at acting, like Tegoshi is.

There’s probably more, but I want to finish this before the day is over. IT’S SCARY HOW SIMILAR THEY ARE. But the major thing that sets these two apart is that Tegoshi is self-centered. NEWS knows it, his fans know it, even he himself signed off as “the self-centered with no ill intentions Tegoshi” in his old Jweb. Franky is the complete opposite of that, always thinking of others first. I like them both the way they are.

Utterly BETRAYED

Just a quick entry because I don’t like doing Biology. xP YES, PROCRASTINATION.

Last Saturday I had gone to do some volunteer work with Christa, who had recommended me the site in the first place. I’d done the same volunteer work last year, but this year I had yet to get the site approved by Daisy, my religion teacher. Since I REALLY don’t like him, I begged Christa to hand him the approval form and mention that I was working at the same place.

Naturally, she asked why wouldn’t I just hand in my own copy. I told her about how I feel toward Daisy. She acted surprised but she didn’t really pry any further. She agreed to let him know about me working with her.

See, the thing about Christa is that she’s my polar opposite. She is not a good student. (Well, neither am I, but at least I try. Somewhat.) She’s in all my honors classes and whatnot, but she never does her homework before the due date. I would usually hand her my corrected homework so she could use it to complete hers. Today, for example, I had gotten my U.S. History report back with a red A+ on it, and Christa snatched it out of my hands without a word. I don’t mind giving it to her for some reason, but if anyone else asks me for my homework to copy I’d get really annoyed. Often Christa doesn’t show up in her classes until they’re half over. She swears like there’s no tomorrow. She speaks to her parents using such tones and words that if I tried them on my parents, I would not live to the next day to tell the tale.

She’s EXTREMELY outgoing, from the moment she asked for my phone number after knowing me for five minutes in freshman year, to the present. That’s right, she managed to get everyone to love her on the first day of high school.

People love her and hate her at the same time, because she’s a bitch, bully, and molester. I think we all secretly love being bitched at, bullied, and molested by her. Despite her shortness, she’s a major bully. She once tried to stuff Irene (who is tiny) into her locker, and Irene has a top locker. XD I am, unfortunately, one of her favorite targets. She discovered my weakness last year — I’m extremely ticklish.

I HATE being tickled more than anything. I’ve often said that I’d rather lose a finger than be strapped down and tickled for more than five minutes. Every day, she makes sure to give my sides at least one squeeze or poke. I never fail to automatically react like I always do — by shrieking and jumping or falling out of my seat. It’s so humiliating because I can’t control my reactions, and she likes to do this in the middle of class or some other inappropriate time.

Knowing all this about her, one would think that I’d have known better than to inform her about my Daisy situation. Well… turns out I didn’t know better. Because Christa betrayed me.

She let him know that we did our volunteer work together, that was good. She also told him that I was scared of him. And according to Christa, Daisy “laughed his ass off” at that.

HOW COULD SHE??? Now that he really knows I fear him, I’m even more scared of him. I think, today in class, he was staring at me harder than usual. Maybe I’m imagining things. I really don’t know. All I do know is, Christa betrayed me. T—-T This is why I don’t trust people.

Until next time,

~ Mimi D: