Interests:Here's where other xanaga's have a long stretch of sports...well, sorry to disapoint you, but I aint a sporty kinda girl.
I swim-horribly if you ask me- Write poetry and stories (currently workin on a book), sing and attempt to draw anime.
Expertise:Area of expertise? -mocking- What if we don't have a job? crap. I'll base it on school them
I'm a damn writer, if given a choice, I'd pick the library over kissing Orlando Bloom for godsake. It's the kind of person I am
Occupation:Student Industry:Other
Sorry about missing so many days and all, cause truth be told I've been real busy. Got to study for crappy exams. But I have such a great story to tell! I think this guy, omigod he is so cute, Andrew Frampton, actually likes me. I mean, on Tues. there was a swim meet and he was there, cause he swims for Gonzaga. Good lord he actually flirted with me (sigh) I am slightly attatched I admit, but he's a good looking guy to attatch to I must say. Well, i g2g study for exams. So i proabably won't post for about a week, unless I have some REAL GOOD stories.
Guess wat? Yesterday, the project didn't go well at all. I mean, I brought all the props the script and the camera. We had everything. Except a partner. This dumb girl named Catherine, who has so far has done nothing to contribute to the project, ditched us. She said she FORGOT. How in the world can someone forget. Now we have to act out the play live, which is going to suck completely. I had a total emotional breakdown, and my dad emailed the teacher. All the parents emailed the teacher saying that Catherine had ruined the project. She got what she deserved. I hate hate hate her!!!!!!!!
I had worked so hard on that project. It had taken so long I wasn't able to study for both my math adn spanish exams, which I failed by the way. I hate my life. It sucks.
Ugh. I need a boyfriend. They always seem to make life seem so much better.
Poetry: Love is like a butterfly...if you chase it, it flies away, but if you delve yourself in other things, it comes when you least expect it, and lands softly on your shoulder
Hey hey hey! This is like one of the most wors days of my life. I swear everyone is against me. I like have this project to do, a play that we have to video tape of the Reeve's Tale (part of the Canterbury Tales by Chaucer) And my stupid group is not working with me. I got assigned with a bunch of giggling dimwits who just...argh...just annoy me. Only one, Caroline is sensible enough to do something. But the main problem is, in our play we need guys. I go to a freakn all girls school....where in the world am I supposed to get guys?! Caroline has got one, but we need THREE. I hate this. WHAT AM I GOING TO DO!!!!
Poetry : And now your just another fallen angel; I hope the fall did you no harm; and now your just another fallen angel; And now u're just another fallen angel; Fallen into someone else arms
Holla everyone. Just to fill you in, I'm grounded from having fun till the new years! So if my parents wanna have a bitta fun, then I'm never going to have a Christmas! Isn't life great! ... Right now, my family is watching Pirates of the Carrabean downstairs. Its crap, my favorite movie in the world, and I'm not watching. I HATE it.
Listening to 'Pick yourself up' by Diana Krall. You think it's a sign? Should I pick myself up from the ashes of my life? Should I revive my dieing soul and reach for the light? Or shoud I just stay here, and drown in my own sorrow.
