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Excuse me, for I am about to sound really ungrateful and whiny and bitchy in this next post.


Ahem.
I ABSOLUTELY HATE IT WHEN FAMILY COMES TO VISIT ME/My family.
I could understand if I lived like, in a two-story house.. ..had a guest bedroom.. etc, BUT NO.
I LIVE IN A ONE-STORY HOUSE WITH ONLY ENOUGH ROOMS FOR ME, MY SISTER, AND MY PARENTS.
I don't need my aunt and uncle, my great-aunt, and my cousin who adores me even though I have no recollection of ever meeting her staying at my house.
So what happens?
My aunt and uncle take my sister's bedroom, my great-aunt and cousin will take my bedroom, my parent's will happily sleep on their king-sized bed, while my sister and I sleep on an air mattress.
AND THEN THEY HAVE THE NERVE TO WAKE ME UP AT SEVEN A.M., ON A SATURDAY NONETHELESS, AND TELL ME TO MOVE SO THAT THEY COULD WATCH TV.
YOU EACH HAVE TVS IN YOUR ROOMS, GO WATCH IT THERE DAMNIT.


Uh. In other news that only I would care about,
I got sent to film a school production all by myself by my club because they were all busy.
..They paid me in video games so I don't really care.


..
....I want an orange.

☆ＭＩＮＴ☆

... c: Why I tried to copy and paste her name, I don't remember.


Ffff.
I hate that I can never think of a good enough something to put as my bio other than song lyrics.
IT'S ALWAYS SONG LYRICS. OF SOME SONG THAT I'M OBSESSED WITH.
...Now I think it's a line from Eurydice by Sleepthief..?

I truly love this song.

IF YOU HAVE ANY SORT OF COMMON SENSE, YOU'LL NOTICE THAT IT TELLS A STORY.

This song is based off of the opera, L`Orfeo, (I have never met another teenager other than myself that enjoys watching operas), which truly is an amazing opera, filled with heart-wrenching drama, Greek gods, etc, etc, etc.

I dunno, I'll probably pull a lyric from Sleepthief's World Gone Crazy next.

I'm really just bored and ranting for no reason.

I did a craptastic doodle during class, but I'm too lazy to fish through my crap and then scan it.

I'm off to go talk to my wife now.

CIAO.

La salsa.

So whatever was there when I pressed CTRL+V was too damn long for me to even comprehend.


IN OTHER NEWS, I was watching a special on personality disorders, and realized that I could relate to practically every one of the symptoms that appeared. So I decided to take a personality disorder test. ..The first one that appears if you bother to type in "Personality Disorder Test" on Google. AND TAKE A LOOK AT MY FABULOUS RESULTS.

Disorder	Rating
Paranoid Disorder:	Very High
Schizoid Disorder:	High
Schizotypal Disorder:	Very High
Antisocial Disorder:	High
Borderline Disorder:	Moderate
Histrionic Disorder:	High
Narcissistic Disorder:	High
Avoidant Disorder:	Very High
Dependent Disorder:	High
Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder:	High
-- Personality Disorder Test - Take It! -- -- Personality Disorders --

..

...I was dying of laughter.

At least I might not have Borderline, right?!?!?!

This has been a lesson on reasons why you should never try to be like me.

TATA FOR NOW.

So, there was nothing there when i pressed CTRL+V this time. Hmm.

So I was rereading over my blogger profile to check for spelling errors, (because I'm extreme OCD like that. And previous spelling errors irritate the heck out of me but I always forget to change them later.) and I noticed that my location is Okinawa.

No, obviously I don't live in Okinawa, Japan, or Switzerland for that matter either. I am simply living in Southern California, USA, etc. The reason why it's Okinawa, and the reason why I'm keeping it Okinawa.. 

heh.

UGH, I'M OUT OF IDEAS FOR MY FACE.

YOU GUYS SHOULD TOTALLY SEND ME SOME IDEAS. SINCE MY IDEAS ALWAYS SUCK ANYWAY.

..

....I'm in pain.

For club purposes, I tackled a friend to the ground for a commercial.

I didn't expect her jaw to com into contact with my shoulder or her knee to accidentally hit my side.

It hurt.

It still hurts.

I am a wimp.

OH LOVELY, AMERICAN DAD IS ON.

 ...

.....;a; I've been stuck reading Saa Koi no Ochitamae for like, forever.

I'M BORED AND TIRED OF TALKING DAMNIT.

This has been..

...

......Hope.

Whatever.

OVER AND OUT.

Spicy chicken

This is my happy place.

ANYWAY, DAY 2 OF RETARDED TESTING.
...Went exactly like the day before.
Though I'm posting this a day late for no reason whatsoever.
Plus some retarded doodling once again.

Only Cherie would understand what that is in the bottom left corner.

If you can even read my crappy handwriting.

SO UH, TODAY, I learned that..

...

......

Something

Apparently I'm stalking six boys at my school. Without really realizing it.

I think it's more of those moments when you just stare off into the distance while you're in your own little lackadaisical world, and then when you come back, you find yourself staring directly at someone.

And they're staring back.

And it just becomes endless minutes of staring.

 Okay, I'm just ranting now. I shall take my leave.

GOOD DAY TO YOU, SIR/MADAM.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EL88a0jP6ZE

I was thinking about having other people post on this blog so that I don't feel like a narcissistic bitch, but then I realized.
I'd probably re-edit their posts enough to the point that I practically wrote it anyway.


GETTING AWAY FROM PICO STUFF EVEN THOUGH I HAVE NOTHING TO TALK ABOUT OTHERWISE..
So today (and tomorrow.), I had to take a lovely test known as the California High School Exit Exam, or CAHSEE for short. (I don't know if it's pronounced like Casey or.. ..Cah-see. ....I think the second option makes more sense.)


In a basic sense, I simply sat a desk surrounded by retarded people, answering questions that could only be described as insulting, for about 5 out of my 6 classes. I went there at 7 am. And got out  around 2:45 pm, while still going to my sixth period, that starts at 1:50. So I literally just sat in a gym taking a test (that took me about an hour and a half altogether) for 6 hours and fifty minutes.


Take a guess at what I did for the remaining 5 hours and 20 minutes?
Have a look.

(They don't go side-by-side if I don't make the thumbnail smaller.)

People were staring at me in awe (LIES.) whiles I drew this fantabulous crap.

I apologize for my lethargy, but I was running low (still am.) on pencil lead.
In the midst, I apparently managed to personify a character from this book I'm reading, draw Marth, Link, and Pit, and create an OC that is somehow a drag queen, gay, emo, wears a flower on his head, and is somehow given a manly name like Lawrence.
Oh. And myself being irritated by boredom.
Heh.


...Uh, other than my irritation at this completely unnecessary test, there really isn't much to talk about. ...Uh.


...Someone give me something to do.
OOH. I'M GONNA FIND A BETTER LAYOUT WHERE THE TEXT ISNT ALL SMALL SO THAT I HAVE TO SQUINT MY EYES AND THEN PEOPLE ASK ME, "Do you need glasses?" AND I REPLY, "No, I'm just half asian."
The other half is black. NIGGUH.
Bwahaha.


And so, if you ask me to post on this random crap of a blog, I'll most likely say yes so I don't have to do it. And so on and so forth.

http://www.formspring.me/ImHereForYou12

From this point on, I've decided to name the titles of each post whatever happened to be there when I pressed Ctrl+V.

Apparently, I've been reading on Six Billion Secrets and horrible, plotless, sex-filled fanfiction for the past three hours. The thing I hate about reading on sites such as Six Billion Secrets, or GivesMeHope (bwahaha) is that I always get off thinking about how stupid I and ungrateful I've been my entire life. Then again, those of us who are left off to the sidelines can't comprehend much outside of those sidelines.

...

....Okay, I'm really tired. It's like 11:43 at night, which really isn't late at all, but I haven't been getting much sleep lately or eating much at all, so I tend to wear out a lot faster. But I'm using my mom's laptop so I guess I'll have a retarded little Pico of the Day before the laptop gets taken away and the picture will forever remain useless and will take up unnecessary space. (GODS, I SPELLED UNNECESSARY RIGHT.)
   

MY FANTABULOUS PICO OF THE DAY IS

..Who the hell was that saying " u die"? Thanks for ruining my lovely picture, fool.

ANYWAY, THIS IS MY NEW FRIEND WHO RESEMBLES AN ORANGE,

CHERIE.

I think she remembers me as Hazel's friend who is afraid of meeting new people.

Isn't she adorable? I mean, sure she has THE FACE, but..

....It's cute. I like people that make me think of foods. Especially oranges. God knows I love oranges.

BUT THE ONES MY MOM BOUGHT ARE SMALL AND "FLAVOURFUL"

DAMNIT. THOSE ARE THE SOUREST ORANGES I HAVE EVER HAD IN MY ENTIRE LIFE.

...

...I meant to say something, but...

...OH.

o 3 o ; Don't expect any of my close friends (..except Alice and Piko, apparently,) to ever appear on here because:

1) I have no idea what to say

2) My information is highly biased and I'll probably say something you won't like

3) If I do one person, then I will feel the need to do ALL 3000 OR SO OF YOU.

This has been your traditional idiot, (I'm too lazy to go copy and paste my name here so pretend like I put it there. And is that even what I said last time as a closing?)

OVER AND OUT.