Macbeth

dianaisdeelish (7:44:48 PM): WHAT? you egg [stabbing] you fry of treachery!
xoazngurl55ox (7:45:01 PM): [dies]
dianaisdeelish (7:45:09 PM):  Run away, i pray you! [dies]
dianaisdeelish (7:45:12 PM): NONO
dianaisdeelish (7:45:15 PM): [dies.]
xoazngurl55ox (7:45:17 PM): He has killed me, mother!
dianaisdeelish (7:45:18 PM): with the period
xoazngurl55ox (7:45:24 PM): ....really?!
dianaisdeelish (7:45:27 PM): yea
dianaisdeelish (7:45:28 PM): lolol
xoazngurl55ox (7:45:39 PM):  "Murder!"
dianaisdeelish (7:45:51 PM): mmmfollowedbymurderers.
dianaisdeelish (7:45:57 PM): AHH<3
xoazngurl55ox (7:46:07 PM): he has my children. all my pretty ones? did you say all?
dianaisdeelish (7:46:11 PM): it maes me feel bad for getting so worked up about it
xoazngurl55ox (7:46:15 PM): ..."O HELL-KITE!"
dianaisdeelish (7:46:19 PM): UNSEX ME.
xoazngurl55ox (7:46:23 PM): BITCH.
xoazngurl55ox (7:46:29 PM): there so should have been a "bitch" after that
dianaisdeelish (7:46:31 PM): WHEYFACE.
dianaisdeelish (7:46:43 PM): you pasty faced loon!
xoazngurl55ox (7:47:03 PM): O treachery! Fly, good fleance, fly, fly, fly!
xoazngurl55ox (7:47:11 PM): [Dies.]
dianaisdeelish (7:47:11 PM): lolol
dianaisdeelish (7:47:13 PM): HAHA
xoazngurl55ox (7:47:29 PM): help me hence, ho!
dianaisdeelish (7:47:43 PM): kekekek
xoazngurl55ox (7:47:47 PM): we fail? but screw your courage
dianaisdeelish (7:48:14 PM): enter, sir, the castle
dianaisdeelish (7:48:50 PM): i would pluck my nipple from his boneless gums and dashed his brains out!
xoazngurl55ox (7:48:52 PM): my book: Siward: Enter, sir, the castle. --> [Enter macduff, with macbeth's head]
xoazngurl55ox (7:49:00 PM): lmao!
dianaisdeelish (7:49:15 PM): roflz.
xoazngurl55ox (7:49:28 PM): there is ten thousand --
xoazngurl55ox (7:49:31 PM): geese, villain?
xoazngurl55ox (7:49:35 PM): ....soldiers, sir.
dianaisdeelish (7:49:56 PM): heh
dianaisdeelish (7:49:59 PM): HELL-HOUNDS
dianaisdeelish (7:50:03 PM): lol
xoazngurl55ox (7:50:05 PM): hellkite!
dianaisdeelish (7:50:17 PM): Macduff was from his mother's womb untimely ripped.

quoting macbeth is the shiiiit.

Jenuinedream (8:35:22 PM): tu as les problems de pisser
dianaisdeelish (8:35:25 PM): c'est plus de tragedie que macbeth
Jenuinedream (8:35:33 PM): lol
dianaisdeelish (8:35:36 PM): LOL that's really funny when you read it in such big letters

I'm so tired.

What's happening to everyone? It seems like people that I thought I knew aren't really who I think they are. IOr maybe there are some people that I dont really talk to anymore. We're drifting, and I hate it.

Lately there's just been so much crap happening. Along with school and whatnot, it's coming at me too fast. A lot of debacles have calmed down and passed over, I know. There's still too much out there. Why can't people just mind their own damn business?

I dont know what's going on. I dont know why people start shit. I dont know why people lie. I dont know who's telling the truth.

But I'm so tired of it.

Like a gust of wind...

I do believe that this is the same way that I ended sophomore year, welcoming summer vacation. Excuse me if it isn't. But that's not the point of this entry, is it?

I've come to find that the less I post entries, the more meaningful they become when I do finally put one up. So here's a semi-meaningful one.

Summer vacation has come and gone too fast. I can hardly believe that we'll be back in school in less than 3 weeks. I remember the last day of sophomore year, I believe I called Diana Huang up and watched Shakespeare In Love and Mad TV. I still remember it like yesterday, all the giddiness that ensued from being done with another year of high school, the disbelief, the utter amazement; but now looking back at it, it was so very long ago.

A lot has happened this summer, regardless of whether or not it has changed my life for the better or worse. I see so many entries of people going over their summer looking only for significant things. But I don't think that's the point of summer. Sure, finding yourself is a great thing, but why do you neglect that fun day by the pool with 3 close friends? What's to say that 10 days at NSLC meeting the coolest people ever should outweigh that day that was spent completely on the phone doing calculus homework? It's the little things that matter, after all.

NSLC paragraph! It was amazing. I don't care if it is nerd camp; I'd go back every year. I loved the experience of meeting new people (I must admit that I have found my mirror image there, too bad she lives in CA), I loved exploring the world of forensics, and I would love to have it again. I've met so many people from around the country and it's nice to know that whenever I sign on I have someone online. It really does open your eyes.

Another year of high school is starting. I'm going to be a junior. I don't know whether that's happy or sad. Of course, this means I'm one step closer to being a senior, graduating high school, etc. Mostly being a senior. But being a senior is one year. Is the wait for senior status worth the trade of 8 more years in college? No. Looking at it, I'd gladly be in high school a couple more years. Maybe I'm just having a good high school experience. Maybe it's mean of me to like high school so much, but I'm just living it up. Chyea, with medsci projects, SATs, HSPAs. The whole 9 yards.

I believe that this is one of like 3 entries I have written this summer. It's not as extravagant and deep as I would have liked, but that's okay. Reading it to myself makes me think more about what I'm really trying to say, even if I can't convey it into words for an audience. I'd have to say that I'm quite satisfied with this entry. Quite satisfied, indeed.

This one is for you.

SO! I have just recently engaged in a good conversation with Mark Chin, of whom I haven't really talked to in a long time. And upon seeing his writing and entries and stuff, I've come to realize that you, Mark, are an awesome person.

I guess we were never really close because I never saw you outside of parties last year. But this year, you joined our chinese school class and we sat next to each other for a good... 4 months before you made the LAX team and ditched us. But that's okay, I suppose.

And then we didn't really get much closer after that because I never saw you for another time period yet again. This was slightly disappointing, but there wasn't anything we could do, y'know with finals and whatnot. As far as our relations went, we just talked every now and then, maybe plot to hang out, y'know. Even though I had always regarded you as a good friend, I don't think we've ever really connected that closely, given the distance and lack of hanging outage. This will change, hopefully.

TANGENT! I remeber that you, Diana Huang, and myself got into a nice Brand New phase. And I remember that for my candle at my Sweet 16, you brought your guitar and we sang together. I will never forget that. Thanks a lot. Best candle. Hands down.

Anyway, I was okay with our relations (which was really the point I was trying to reach until I got sidetracked), until recently, after my breakup. In the past couple hours, I've come to sense with how in touch you are with the world. I always knew that you were perceptive, whatever you'd like to call it, but it never really hit me with the full intensity that it has lately. It was after, I think, about 2.00 today that I decided that I could and would come to you for anything. And although that is a lot of strain, I suppose, to put on you, I really feel like you know what you're talking about. I know that at this age, people, who are so in touch with life as you are, are hard to find.

And you showed me your writing. This one is for you.