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:

Snapped.

I just smashed my fist on the keyboard because that’s what I feel like doing to my head. I can’t deal with that woman anymore.

“Stay home. You don’t need a dorm,” she says, in that stuck-up tone of hers.

SCREW THAT, I’m moving out as soon as I can.

I don’t care that I’m planning on going to a college only several miles away, or that it will cost a lot more to dorm, or that with my luck I’ll end up with some psycho-maniac for a roommate, or that I can’t cook to save my life and will probably have to eat ramen for the next few years. If that witch thinks I am going to live with her when she is THE VERY REASON NANA EXISTS, she’s dumber than I thought.

Then again, I never thought she was very smart. She clearly thinks everything she says is right, and when I try to prove her wrong with logic and facts, she calls me bratty and disrespectful.

I get two hours of sleep every night because I want to please her. Despite doing everything I can to make her happy, she isn’t. I have probably never once lived like a proper teenage American girl — all because of her. She proudly told her sister over the phone that I have no friends, just like her. That’s right. She’s proud. That I have no friends.

LISTEN, YOU WITCH. I have friends. I like being able to hang out with my friends. But she never lets me go out with them. Nor does she allow them over. I have had three friends come over my house in my past sixteen years of living. Lila lived across the street and needed a lift to school (and this was in the morning, when the witch had work). Melinda dropped by unexpectedly with her mother so the witch couldn’t refuse, but I could see that she didn’t want her here. Krista had to come by for a day to work on our science fair project. That was years ago, back in middle school.

Back then, I had Markus. He was the single best person I had ever met. I trusted him more than I trusted anyone else. He made me feel safe. But… he’s a boy. And my mother hates men. Especially when they have messy skater hair like Markus. She didn’t like him, and she discouraged me from talking to him. He often invited me to hang out with him after school, but my mother would rather saw off her arm than let me loose with someone in possession of testosterone. Luckily, she couldn’t control me when I was in school, so I spent as much time with him as I could before we parted ways for high school.

Now, she still refuses to let me live my life freely. I hate this confinement. Does she honestly expect me to fully love her when she never stops criticizing my brother and me? She is probably the reason why The Pest is so fiery-tempered and violently unstable. He gets it from her.

She had the nerve to yell at me today, saying how it’s impossible to raise me properly anymore. I don’t think I have ever felt so angry toward her when she said that. Does she know what kind of life I have been living, all for her? I know I don’t have it nearly as bad as others do, but for once I’d like to see what it’s like to live as a normal teen. I’ve been living so differently that I don’t even think like most people my age. It draws this sort of boundary between regular people and me.

Even though I’m surrounded by so many people, I doubt I could ever feel more alone.

Until next time,

~ Nana =(

It’s like he KNOWS.

Daisy could not be any creepier today. I swear, it’s as if he knows that I fear him. But it’s not just me being paranoid! Merry, Franky, and Lillith all think that he hates them. And Franky mentioned that there is something odd about him. Boy, do I agree.

He said my name again today. The fact that he knows my name and that he uses it scares the crap out of me. We were about to split into 4 teams to play Jeopardy in order to review for our Religion test (that I should be studying for right now). Teachers usually like to count off people. You know, start with one person as one, the next person is two, then three, then four, and back to one. Then all the ones go to one corner, twos to another, etc.

For some bizarre reason, Daisy started with me. Which makes no sense because I sit in the middle of the back of the classroom.

Like I said before, HE KNOWS.

I probably would have been fine with it if he started with me and just moved on, but nooooo. He had to add in this completely creepish line.

Daisy: Let’s see. Why don’t we start off with Mimi today? She’ll be number one. -insert creepy chuckle here- Well, isn’t she always?

…

What was THAT? Really, just what was that? I can’t STAND getting comments like that, even if they’re only playing. My self-esteem is so off the charts — “off the charts” as in, it’s so low it’s practically non-existent — that I immediately think people who say things like that to me are merely making fun of me. Daisy barely knows me, and yet he goes and says something like that? It caught me so off guard that I felt the blush spread up my face like a wildfire. The girls in that class did not help my situation when they, PROBABLY FOR NO OTHER REASON THAN TO FURTHER MORTIFY ME, collectively awwed.

Of course, it doesn’t comfort me at all that there’s this teeny, persistent voice in the back of my mind that’s telling me about how Daisy is still relatively young, only in his late twenties. How he’s sort of good-looking. How I’ve always been drawn to older men. How his muscles are rather defined under his dress shirt. How his dimple appears when he smiles. How his voice is one of the sexiest voices I’ve ever heard coming from a man—

WOAH, WAIT, STOP RIGHT THERE. I do not like where this is going. I do NOT have a petty student crush on Daisy. In fact, I don’t like him AT ALL. I FEAR the man, for crissakes. So what if I happen to find his voice attractive? I find lots of people’s voices attractive. Same thing with faces. Older men have always fascinated me. As do muscles. :D So this means nothing. His appearance doesn’t change the fact that he gives me the chills.

You know how in novels authors often describe the whole “heart leaping into your throat” thing? I had always found that phrase ridiculous. But after meeting Daisy and having talked to him, I’ve come to understand only too well that it can actually happen. It feels like my heart had literally climbed its way up my throat and is beating there steadily, causing a noticeable quiver in my voice when I speak. I have to take more breaths in a sentence than usual because I suddenly find that my breathing has become shallow. And I end up talking really fast. Usually my speech is slow, lazy, drawling, but when I try to talk to Daisy it’s like someone pressed the fast-forward button.

I’ll still be keeping a close eye on him. I sure know he’d be keeping his eyes on me, that creep.

Well. Done with that. Time for English homework. Look, isn’t this challenging?

The new English teacher probably thinks we’re all morons. So she’s making us do stuff from a second grader’s workbook. I don’t like her very much right now.

I wrote a BRILLIANT one-and-a-half-page thank-you letter to this donor to my school. I felt so incredibly proud of it because it was so much better than last year’s letter. My soul was written into that letter. But then…!

Ms. English Teacher said it MUST be under a page. She came by with a pencil and started striking through many of the lines I spent a long time thinking up, just so I can get it under a page. I had to cut out so much that my once-brilliant letter became this piece of choppy garbage that I wouldn’t even use to wipe my tables. In that letter I talked a lot about wanting to be a writer, but after all that teacher made me erase, the donor would think that I’ll never make it as a writer with those terrible writing skills.

I would rather eat grass than send this letter out. Yes, of course I’m exaggerating. But my point is proven.

Until next time,

~ Nana >:(

No Pain, No Gain

And I am certainly feeling the pain~ D=

Ah, but it’s a good sort of pain. My school recently installed a fitness center with tons of equipment. It’s optional and we’re all encouraged to use it, though it’s required for the girls in my year because they’re using us for research. They’ll be monitoring our progress for the next two years to see how the machines and things help us.

I usually start out with 30 minutes of cardio (15 on the treadmill, 15 on either the arc trainer or elliptical) and 30 minutes on strength training with the resistance machines. I get all sweaty and gross, but that’s you’re supposed to feel. Working out is so fun~

It just hurts. A lot. My muscles are all aching right now, but that probably means it’s working. There’s this dull ache somewhere below my stomach, and although it might just be my body getting used to the intensity of my hour-long workouts, I’m worried that something important exploded.

Oh, well. I can’t be bothered with that now. I have the PSATs tomorrow, so I really should be heading off to bed now. Goodnight, journal.

Until next time,

~ Mimi ^^

P.S. I just realized, a week too late, that Ikuta Toma turned 25. I mean, I knew it was happening, with all the fanvideos being posted wishing him a happy birthday. So why didn’t my brain register this? His birthday is on the same day as my old close friend, Melinda, and I remembered to wish her a happy birthday even though I haven’t seen her in three years.

I’m a terrible person. T–T

What I’m doing instead of correcting my D in AP Bio

That’s right, I just barely passed another AP Bio test. ^—-^ I got a 66.

I was watching NEWS’ s performance of “weeeek” and captured a moment that made me giggle. Massu’s hand is in a weird place, Ryo bringing Koyama to his knees, Shige is looking fiiine, Tegoshi is oblivious, and Koyama’s expression~ XDDD

You gotta wonder, where on earth does Massu buy all his pants?

Until next time,

~ Mimi =)

A Follow-Up to My Last Entry

Oh, dear. My fangirlism. Has it it become so obvious that even The Pest can detect it? Yesterday he said to me, “You’re such a fangirl, aren’t you?”

>____<

I used to pride myself on not being one of those brainwashed giggly fangirls. And then Tegoshi and his evil powers of seduction dragged me KICKING AND SCREAMING into the world of Japanese entertainment.

Or more specifically, Johnny’s Entertainment.

Since I’ll be spending all my time doing homework later, I figured I’d milk out the last of my fangirl urges into this ultra-lengthy meme I stole off Livejournal.

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Warm Up

1. That you’re doing this, we can assume you like NEWS at least some. Would you consider them your favorite Johnny’s Entertainment group?
Oh goodness, YES TIMES INFINITY.

2. Can you name all 6 current members?
Yamashita Tomohisa, Nishikido Ryo, Koyama Keiichiro, Masuda Takahisa, Kato Shigeaki, Tegoshi Yuya

3. What about the 2 not currently around?
Kusano Hironori, Uchi Hiroki

4. Ninth who left a long time ago?
Er… without Google? >_< Moriuchi Taka-something before his family troubles. That’s right, I know about his family issues but I have yet to learn his new name. His voice is supposedly fantastic, better than Tego’s.

5. How did you learn about NEWS?
I adore Ikuta Toma, and in many Youtube clips of him he’s with this mysterious boy named Yamapi. Naturally, I got curious and looked this guy up because he seemed a lot more popular than Toma. Turns out that he’s a leader of a group called NEWS.

6. What was your first impression of NEWS?
“Gross, an all boys singing group with too many members.”

7. How did you come to like NEWS?
After listening to Tegoshi’s solo during the bridge of “Bambina.” And then reading the translation of those lines. :D

8. What do you think is NEWS strongest point when compared to other JE/music/talent groups?
Their lovely songs. ^o^ Or maybe their concerts. Or their member-ai. Or that they’re all beautiful.

9. What do you think is NEWS weakest point when compared to other JE/music/talent groups?
Their under-budgeted PVs. Johnny-san, give them more money, dammit! Seriously, the “Happy Birthday” PV? A little more fanservice would also be much appreciated. They haven’t reached Arashi’s level yet. (Then again, I doubt anyone could ever reach Arashi’s level. xD)

10. Are you listening to them right now?
Well, not NEWS exactly, but it’s “Kibou no Hikari wo Kokoro ni Tomosou,” a Tegomass song. Can that count?

100 Reasons Why “Summer Time” Is My Favorite NEWS PV

I fell asleep after I got home from school yesterday. It was Friday, so I thought it would be nice to sleep a little longer than usual. (Normally, since I can scrape together only two hours of sleep on a school day, I take 2-4 hour naps once I get home.) Friday, I went to sleep at four in the afternoon and woke up at nine.

Saturday morning.

That’s SEVENTEEN hours of sleep. My new record. =D And I only woke up because my brother woke me up because Mama told him to because she was worried that I wouldn’t ever wake up. xP I missed the dance at my school, and if I had community service the next day I would have been late for that.

I learned my lesson: No more all-nighters.

So. I meant to type this up yesterday, which I’d been working on during the times when I should have been studying for the 6-chapter AP Bio test that I totally and completely bombed on Friday my free time.

“Summer Time” is probably my favorite NEWS song. (That is, after “Bambina,” but that’s one of my favorite songs ever.) Out of all of their PVs, “Summer Time” is my absolute favorite. There is so much going on in that PV that I couldn’t catch up with it without pausing the video. So I decided to make a list of all the little things I love about the PV. I didn’t expect the list to grow so long. I would have taken screencaps, but there would have been way too many. And I am far too lazy to do such a thing.

Without further delay, here’s…

1.  The whole thing is a flashback

2.  Tons of Massu camera time

3.  Reminiscent!Massu

4.  The various Eiffel Towers at 0:15

5.  0:18 Baywatch: NEWS style

6.  Shige grinning REALLY hard at 0:20

7.  Shige heading for Koyama with open arms at 0:32

8.  The fact that Tegoshi in this PV reminds me of this picture of Ikuta Toma

9.  All the liquor at 0:35 :D

10.  Koyama’s tongue at 0:35

11.  Yamapi’s cheek poke at 0:39

12.  Yamapi’s serene smile at 0:39

13.  Tegoshi about to kiss Shige at 0:40

14.  Their colorful shirts

15.  Ryo-chan’s queer face at 0:41

16.  0:48 Cute Massu

17.  0:59 Shige with a puppy

18.  1:04 Ryo peeking out from behind a tree

19.  1:04 Massu looking lost with his little floatie

20.  Shige dancing at 1:09

21.  The mysterious hand on his shoulder (which is probably Kei-chan’s)

22.  Pi going to hide at 1:08

23.  Tegoshi wearing pink

24.  Ryo hugging the skateboard at 1:12

25.  1:16 Koyama walking  by the camera

26.  Tegoshi wiggling his puppet at 1:16

27.  Massu sitting on Shige’s lap at 1:16

28.  Shige enjoying Massu (lol that sounds terribly fanfiction-ish)

29.  Massu wearing the inner tube throughout the entire video

30.  Narcissist!Tegoshi at 1:18

31.  The sign saying “Come with me” on Tego’s page at 1:18

32.  Tego’s cuteeee smile at 1:18

33.  1:22 Massu really loves that inner tube

34.  What they all do during the “Oh yes!” at 1:25

35.  Massu hopping at 1:27

36.  KoyaShige heading off by themselves to reenact fanfiction scenes at 1:27

37.  1:33 Tegoshi with a strawberry

38.  Whatever the heck Yamashita is doing at 1:33

39.  1:37 The faces Ryo makes at the camera

40.  Yamapi’s hair is normal in this PV

41.  1:46 The 山P cups!

42.  Tegoshi wearing his famous skull necklace

43.  1:50 Ryo chugging milk

44.  1:52 Pi thinking the banana is a phone

45.  How the translation of the song is written on the boys’ scrapbook pages in bad English

46.  Shige with glasses at 1:57

47.  Shige with glasses having a stare-off with a puppy

48.  Massu cuteness overload at 2:00

49.  How the hand of the clock never changes

50.  KoyaShige possibly sharing a banana at 2:04

51.  NEWS gathering at 2:07

52.  Massu waddling over to join above gathering

53.  Ryo offering us a strawberry at 2:09

54.  Massu working those maracas at 2:11

55.  Massu wears clothes that pass for normal

56.  The little KoyaMassuShige dance triangle at 2:12

57.  Ryo trying to hula with the floatie at 2:12

58.  Pi’s move at 2:12

59.  Possibly a voodoo doll hanging on the wall at 2:15

60.  More ShigeMassu interactions at 2:19

61.  How Tegoshi’s t-shirt is short enough that whenever he raises his arms it rides up and we get a glimpse of his belly :D

62.  The single smack of the drum from Pi at 2:20

63.  2:22 Massu with his fish

64.  Koyama popping out from behind Massu at 2:28

65.  2:29 Yamapi looking like he’s genuinely having fun

66.  Everyone shoving Shige’s head out of the camera frame at 2:41

67.  Massu cracking up laughing at 2:42

68.  Ryo goes to play with Shige’s hair at 2:44

69.  2:46 More Shige with glasses

70.  RYOPI! at 2:52

71.  Massu’s expression at 2:58

72.  The poutiest lips everrrr <33 at 3:02

73.  What Massu’s fingers are doing at 3:06

74.   Massu singing into his maracas at 3:07

75.  The fact that Massu moments are dominating this list when he isn’t my favorite member

76.  Koyama sharing some of his member ai with Tego at 3:08

77.  Bouncy Koyama and Massu at 3:09

78.  3:12 Koyama’s creepy look here

79.  Tegoshi giving Koyama a piggyback ride at 3:16

80.  3:21 Shige pouting!

81.  3:24 Yamapi shielding his face from the camera

82.  Tegoshi’s getting a little sluttier in this PV

83.  3:27 Yamapi beating the crap out of that pole

84.  3:29 Yamapi poking… something

85.  3:41 Koyama being tickled by Pi

86.  3:43 Ryo yanking Koyama out of the way to yell “Summer time!”

87.  3:54 Tegoshi’s cute little dance <333

88.  3:58 Pi’s, er… dance

89.  Massu making Shige smile 4:02

90.  How Ryo should never be allowed to wash clothes again

91.  Tegoshi protecting that smoothie like it’s his child at 4:10

92.  The color of that smoothie matches Tego’s shirt

93.  Tegoshi’s whiny reaction at 4:12

94.  4:25 Tegomass trying to add ketchup and mustard to a maraca

95.  4:26 The rainbow smoothie!

96.  Tegoshi’s look of delight/disgust at 4:28

97.  4:30 Massu trying to feed Tegoshi the maraca

98.  Tegoshi going, “It’s not edible!”

99.  Ryo being cute with his fingers poking his cheeks at 4:36

100.  The PV ending with a tight RyoMassu hug

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That took such a long time to do! Well, at least it was fun. Maybe I’ll do it again someday when I don’t feel like doing homework. Probably with the “weeeek” PV. There’s tons of happenings  in that.

NEWS is definitely dominating my thoughts lately. This is exactly why I wanted to avoid the world of Japanese entertainment. It’s terribly addicting.

Whenever I get really tired, I have no control over what I write. So when I was taking History notes during the day I pulled that all-nighter, I found myself writing the line, “I love NEWS” in my notebook instead of what the teacher was saying. And two days ago, on Thursday, I was watching a film during French class. A pig popped up on screen, and immediately I thought, “MASSU!”

No school Monday so I’m goofing off as much as I want!

Until next time,

~ Mimi ^—^

P.S. That 68 I got on the AP Bio test? The teacher said, since everyone did atrociously (the girl ranked #1 in my year got only a 74), that we could redo the test, she’ll average the two grades, and that will be our new grade. My D+ went up to an 84, which I can definitely live with.

Caffeinated.

I’m about to drop dead.

Luckily, I gots me a can of Diet Coke, because that’s the only thing in this house with caffeine. Besides coffee and tea, both of which I loathe. Hopefully the soda will keep me up another three hours and fifteen minutes.

I am doomed to fail the test Thursday. Which reminds me: I DID NOT fail that last test in AP Bio. I passed. By 8 points.

Yep, got a 68 on that.

-pride-

I still have English (teacher, kindly go choke on a pickle for me for assigning so effing much), Religion (which can easily be finished in-between classes), two drafts of the thank-you notes the vice principal asked me to write for the nice lady who sponsored me in the writing program, and of course, AP BIOLOGY THAT I REALLY SHOULD BE DOING RIGHT NOW.

I really envy the truly smart people who can make it all look effortless.

Caffeine makes my hands shake really badly. My eyes hurt but I can’t seem to close them. I’m just counting the minutes until I lose consciousness.

Until next time,

~ Nana Dx

Tick Tock

As in, time’s running out, and I have an obscene amount of homework due Monday. “Obscene” as in, there-is-no-effing-way-I-can-finish-this-before-Monday.

(Ha, doesn’t it seem like my recent journal entries are either me being fangirly or me moaning over the over-excessive burdens of school?)

I’ve had an average of 2.5 hours of sleep a day the past five days — bedtime at two, alarm rings at four-thirty. It’s a miracle I can walk straight, let alone last through six hours of school every day. I do remember jerking awake in the middle of US History… and realized that I was supposed to be taking a test. xP I finished as class ended, thank God. (According to GradeConnect, got a 90 on that. ^-^)

I still need to:

1. Answer nine questions for English on a reading I can’t understand due to a lack of sleep, therefore a lack of focus and interest.
2. 5+ pages of US History answers to type out.
3. Translate this article into French, which I can barely comprehend in English because of the complicated vocabulary, which I suck at.
4. Four religion questions. I can probably do this in school.
5. 150 pages of AP Biology in 6 chapters to read, and complete the study guide for those chapters. Monstrous test Thursday.

This is a terrible year. It is not healthy at all to run on so little sleep.

Anyway, I just got back from a wedding reception, where several odd things happened.

• The best man saddled up to me while I was sitting and said something along the lines of, “May I have this first dance with you?” I think I laughed nervously and told him I couldn’t dance.
• The Pest’s masculinity was questioned by a drunk man.
• I kissed a drunkard. Of course it’s on the cheek. He was practically sweating booze.
• Mama and her sister-in-law threw A LOT of confetti over the newlyweds as they processed by. Then she threw what was left of her confetti into my and the Pest’s hair. And all over our dinner table. The worst thing was that the confetti wasn’t even confetti. It looked the little circle things you get all over your floor after using a three-hole punch.
• One of the groomsmen and bridesmaids were rather young-ish (maybe a few years older than me, if not my age) and they clearly did not want to dance with each other. So they just held each other at arm’s length and looked awkward.
• Several wild children ran around acting obnoxious and collecting as many helium-filled balloons as they could. I felt kind of bad (JUST kind of) about hoping that the balloons would carry them away.
• Four-year-olds break dancing. ‘Nuff said.
• I stole two balloons. ^o^ They have helium.

I’m too sleepy to type any more. I need to rest now and get up early to finish my work.

Until next time,

~ Mimi xP

P.S. I now have 40+ NEWS and Tegomass songs in my iPod.

AP Biology = Suicide

Goodness. Reading over my last entry, I sounded like someone had spiked my V8. Do I usually make that many side notes?

Anyway, have you ever considered taking Advanced Placement Biology? Well…

DON’T DO IT, MAN. UNLESS YOU’RE SOME SORT OF MASOCHISTIC FREAK, DON’T TAKE THIS COURSE.

My first AP Bio test was last week. The test covered only three chapters (the ones I read over the summer), compared to the standard five/six. Sixty multiple-choice questions, one open response. My teacher handed out the tests with a totally evil laugh, reminding us that crying will do us no good. This is seriously what she told us. And so, I took the test.

…And I FAILED. Not my usual type of fail — a C — but an actual failing grade. An F. Below sixty. On a test. WORTH SIXTY PERCENT OF MY GRADE. GOOD GOD, WHAT DID I JUST DO?? DXX

“You must enjoy self-harm” should be the number one requirement for acceptance into this class. Biology has always been my worst class because it’s nothing but memorization. I’m more into Chemistry, where you apply what you learn to solve mathy problems, even though I loathe math.

This class moves very quickly, and anyone who knows me knows that I was born slow. I  never could finish any of my timed essays under the allotted forty minutes (meaning the writing portion of the SAT will kill me because you’re only allowed twenty-five minutes).

Monday we get to stare at pill bugs for our first lab activity. You know, the common roly poly. It curls into a ball when you poke it. Excitement.

I don’t like bugs. Teacher says that they’re technically crustaceans. I still don’t like bugs.

Another note (because I simply cannot avoid the J-pop world for a second): I am determined to not get sucked further into the world of Johnny’s Entertainment. You hear that, Hey! Say! JUMP? I got curious and listened to “Your Seed” because of its popularity, and I’m relieved I don’t like it. But then somehow my fingers attached themselves to the keyboard and typed out “Mayonaka no Shadow Boy” and my eyes got all big when I heard the first four words of the song because ohgoodnesssomeonekillmeIthinkIlikeit. This was EXACTLY what happened when I discovered NEWS. It started with “Bambina,” then moved to “Ai no Matador” (yeah, that’s right, I go for the ero songs first =D), and soon thirty of their songs made their way into my iPod.

Ah, but I’m not worried. HSJ has a billion members, and I prefer smaller groups (which is why I’m kind of glad Uchi and Kusano were suspended from NEWS, even though I love Kusano). I feel less claustrophobic that way. And let’s not forget, the HSJ members are pubescent little children. I like me some older men. As in, over twenty. Over the drinking age in Japan. :D Chinen is still a baby right now, and I’d prefer not to see him try to act sexy when he’s only two years older than The Pest.

Until next time,

~ Mimi :(

P.S. During Religion class, I did it — I raised my hand. It took me days to work up the courage, and I finally did it Friday. But I guess it didn’t occur to me that Daisy would look at me directly when it was my turn to speak. Yeah, I forgot that normal people do that. xP  As I thought, he still doesn’t know my name because I never talk to him. He addressed me as “You.”

As I thought, I panicked when he stared at me and I began babbling, speaking rapidly, and stumbling over my words.

After that, I daydreamed that Kato-sensei was teaching me instead of creepy Daisy. I wouldn’t mind watching Shige for forty-five minutes. :D