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Journal Entry: Wed Feb 6, 2013, 7:38 PM
I have entrusted it all to you, my dear :iconpartazinian-wolf:.
Lose that sketchbook, and face my wrath (just kidding.....not really?)




On a different note, we should get :iconeuphiedream: this for her birthday.
Pokemon Caps by Bobsmade

Bwahaha.




TIRED. SO TIRED.

Best. Grandpa. EVER.

Journal Entry: Tue Feb 5, 2013, 1:43 PM
For those of you who aren't into anime/manga, you may go back to your lives.
And your APUSH.

Anyway

[SPOILERS]

BEST. GRANDPA. EVER.
NARUTO 619

1. I had Hashi and Tobi switched all along…
2. HASHI. LET ME HUG YOU. You are the best, most chill, funniest grandpa ever.
3. Tsunade looks like an evil little child…BWAHAHAHHA. (So that's where the gambling came from….)
4. Tobirama is colder than I expected, but that just makes him more sexy, so I'll pardon him this time.
5. Hokages' reaction to Minato the Fourth = $1000
6. Uchiha love dancing along crossed optic nerves = $2500
7. Lil' Itachi and racist anti-Uchiha Tobirama = $3000
8. Sassy Tobirama and Hiruzen, plus confused Suigetsu and Juugo = $5000
9. Sassy, even more badass Hashirama's reaction to Tsunade the Fifth = PRICELESS.

I'm going to watch Naruto SD now, and ponder what it means for Hashi to look hardly 30 and be a grandpa.







Hashi's face was totally KHR style when he was happy, there.
That, and "Tsuna" ~
LOL TSUNA. YOU'RE THE FIFTH HOKAGE. //shot



I'm going to go hide in a hole now.

Journal Entry: Mon Feb 4, 2013, 2:42 PM
The two scariest people on earth have now devWATCHed me.



Welcome to deviantART, :iconjudyguoyuyang01:, aka JUDY DA BOSS,
and :iconkatgoesmeow98:, aka that scary girl I mentioned in my last journal.



I love you both.


But seriously, no one else on deviantART, please. PLEASE.




For one thing, you may ignore all the anime/manga related posts unless you want to see/read them.

Other than that, I don't want all of elite team knowing I'm a sad, depressed child who tried cutting herself at one point.

Thanks!


^^;

:iconthatsgreatplz: Shifty eyes here.


Hey, my arm's bleeding again! Uhhhhhhhhh. Yep.


But seriously.

ALL YOU NEED TO KNOW. If you can't find it, it's here.




THERE ARE SOME RULES TO THIS, GUYS.

THE RULES

1. No more elite team people, please.
2. Don't show coach anything. The number of inside jokes going on here are ridiculous.
3. No, seriously, don't show anyone.
4. Just to spam, :icontheredhankie: is Beatrice, and :iconeuphiedream: is Ailynna.
5. If I yell at you in my journal, it's really just to relieve stress. Nothing has happened. I love you still.
6. Haha, you guys had to do push-ups on your thumbs.
7. If I rant, I want a hug. But you don't have to read it, if you don't want to.
8. If I rant and I am depressed, give me more hugs. Besides that, it usually passes in a day.
9. I like to procrastinate, so you shall procrastinate with me.
10. Justin is not to have a dA. Ever. :iconeyezoomfojlplz:


TO BE CONTINUED...






No one shall know our true identities....




Notes:

I am very sarcastic.

I am joking. Most of the time.

I get angry/sad/happy/hyper/sad (again) very easily.

..... :iconbleedrainbowplz:

I love icons, and I love pictures.


....for future reference, I shall explain to you:


:bulletred: Ailynna = big creeper, great grandpa camel, snorlax or snorlynna, my husband, catwoman, catman, that girl that meows, kitty, hubby, and.....well, I don't know, I may be missing some.

:bulletorange: Beatrice = my daughter, Ailynna's daughter (lol), oh muscled one (loool), runner girl, Psyduck, Beaduck (most common one), duck, camel's girlfriend, etc etc etc.

:bulletyellow: Coach = Pikachu, man of epic skills, santa, mustache, cleavage....... :iconwtfbbqplz:

:bulletgreen: Justin = Justin, that kid.

:bulletblue: Christine = super camel, Bulbasaur....a couple others.

:bulletpurple: Judy = DA BEAST or DA BOSS or just Judy

:bulletpink: Kat = Kat, or that crazy girl who is now on the inside.

:bulletred: Stephanie = little creeper, Ailynna's wife, "wifey", Wobuffet, Wobusteph, baby camel, "Stepanee" (according to Coach)....etc.

:bulletorange: Moriah = Moriah
:bulletyellow: Deborah = Borah the explorer ♫
:bulletgreen: Shalu = Shalu
:bulletblue: Everyone else = everyone else.

.....



May be added to later.

Welcome to dA, guys, and may we haunt you and create insanity. ♥

We're on the inside. Or are we?

Journal Entry: Sun Feb 3, 2013, 10:54 AM
....That was by FAR the worst joke of this weekend, I can't even...I just can't. CAN'T.




For my dear :icontheredhankie:, this is the overview of exactly what you missed.
Well, as much as my harried brain can remember.

I was horribly depressed after everything yesterday, and will someone tell coach I can't come today?
Thank you, mother!

Anyway....




Back to Friday and Saturday!


FRIDAY:




We ran 10 laps, but I have a sneaking suspicion it was 9....

We did footwork. What did we do? Can't remember... Uhhh

I think just...around 12 sets? Sides, front corners to back corners, etc etc.
THEN. We...cleared?
No, we lift-drop-dropped for an hour. AN HOUR.
It was 9:15, I think, when we started doing something else.




And then. We played a game.

Gold team played a game. What is this.

That game where you hit, run out, the next person comes in, and you rotate until you win a point.

My side lost the first game, but the second game was awesome.

Deborah, Christine, and...wait, who else was on my team? I can't remember... =3=
And someone else set me up, Judy made it hard for people to get it, they lifted it, and BUNNY HOP WOBUFFET SMASH!




And after that...what did we do?

Uhhhh....Did we just lift drop drop some more? NO WE SERVED.

WE SERVED FOR TWENTY MINUTES.

End of elite team.






SATURDAY



Ah, pear-woman awakes to a fine morning.
Sort of.

Pear-woman dresses in frumpy elite team shirt.
Ah, yes, that dear frumpy shirt.

Pear woman scrambles to grab bowling shoes and change of clothes.
Yes, I have bowling shoes.




Anyway, pear-woman departs.

Arrives at mbc, where several girls I do not know and are not in the frumpy blue shirt are hitting badly. Hee hee hoo hoo hahahahaha.

Asks to warm up with Judy, but then Judy tells me to warm up with Alvin, of all people.
Pear-woman does random footwork.

Snorlynna arrives nearly an hour late. =3=

We assume she is like:



The first girl pear-woman plays is a tall Shannon Pohl girl. She's nice, though.

21-6, 21-7, because I got lazy. Her silly purple shirt friends were trying to give her advice. HA.
....just kidding. =3=

The next girl I play beat Ryan in 3 sets, the poor thing, she was so tired after that.
She made me vow to avenge her, so I did.

She's large and unfriendly, so I'm all



We're at the court, and her mom is behind her, going all "beat her up blah blah do your best" stuffs.


SET ONE:

21-2.

Me:



Coach came to talk to the mother for a while. The look he gave me was pretty amusing.

SET TWO:

I felt bad, she couldn't get anything, so I just walked a few times, gave her 8 extra points.

21-10.

But it was such obvious walking, that I felt bad about that too. lol.

Seriously, though, she was so arrogant in the beginning, her face spelled it out like that.
But she could hardly clear as far as Jay, and she was slower than Jay too.
Awwww.

Though I'm mean, so



After that, I played Christine, who improved so drastically that I nearly lost the first set, 21-17.
Though the next one was like like 21-10, I guess she got tired.



AAAND

This is me playing Judy



I could barely breathe, my panic attack kicked in my asthma-which-appears-at-the-most-inconvenient-times :ohnoes:

But yeah, I lost, 18-21, 20-22.

BUT REMEMBER THAT GUY THAT I DON'T LIKE?!

I hit it, and it was in, I think Ryan said so. He motioned to Judy, and said it was out, but everyone else didn't really think so.
He was trying to make me lose the point, I swear.



Anyway.

After that, Ailynna and I crushed in doubles.

AND THEN IT HAPPENED!

THE

DROP!

MAGICAL MIRACLE DROP SHOT OF RAINBOWS!



No. Seriously.
I was at the very right side of the court when the girl dropped, a good drop.

And then I cross courted it.

ASK AILYNNA OF THIS MAGICALNESS.

It skimmed the net, I didn't think it was going over...

Then it rode the top of it, like a train, and then skimmed over the net, just barely and hit the other outside line.








Awww yeaaaah.

AFTER THAT

Judy the nervous one was defeated by Ailynna the muscled.

After THAT,

we beat Kat and Deborah in doubles, and THEN we beat Judy and Moriah in an all out quote on quote "SMASH TEH CRAP OUTTA THEM" game.

Oh, I just quoted Ailynna.

It was hilarious, seriously. I'm usually in the back, but when I'm not, I'm crouching in the front because I'm far too tall, and Ailynna is running like a madwoman in the back.

And all she does, usually, is keep smashing and smashing, and the moment it pops up too high and too short...oh my gosh, apparently, I come out of nowhere and bunny-smash it.



It's funny because I'm tall, and I burst out of nowhere and get it.
I can only imagine how ridiculous I must look, jumping straight up and smashing. lol.

AND THAT WON ME A SHIRT.

I was so happy, really, just to get a shirt.


AND SO...


A debate regarding whether or not to go bowling ensued, and finally, coach agreed to go today.
I came prepared, yes.

Coach drives 5 times slower than my father, and Kat got lost, so it took a while to get there.

Meanwhile, Ailynna harassed Coach about wearing seatbelts and keeping his eyes on the road.
Also, Coach hates the cold.

I texted Beatrice,  but she didn't answer... *sad face*









BOWLING!

Ahem.

BOWLING!



20 minutes to figure out the cost.

Ailynna is magically paid for, so we go and buy food.
Cheese fries with bacon and ranch --- yummeh.

So fat, but yummeh.

We ate all the foods that Beatrice would've screamed at.
Well, she would've claimed that her fat was screaming.
But then again, she has no fat.

Kat and I partied.

We also enlightened Kat on the cleavage joke, to which we screamed at in horror.
I really...cannot..even...

Well, it couldn't be helped, because she was yelling "CLEAVAGE!" at us during the tourney.



Hee hee haha hoooooo.

Uh.

FOOD ARRIVES and it is delicious. Ailynna bought it.
And we are still hungry, so I go buy more.

Then more people are hungry, so Coach and Judy's mom buy EVEN MORE.
Eat eat eat.

Judy develops an obsession for beating me at everything, even bowling.

I cannot help but think that she loses in three categories:

1) Fat.
2) Height.
3) . . . Horseback riding?

Epic fail, Stephanie, epic fail.

Anyway.

Me at the moment:



Lol.





Uh. Anyway, we bowl, and we sing, and we enlighten Kat, who yells the most absurd, volatile things into the air.
I'm so sorry, Julianna, we scared the bejesus out of you.
After all...

Kat screamed VAGINA and PENIS all within the span of five minutes.


Scarred. For. Life.

She asked about the cleavage joke, and said "What's so bad about saying cleavage? Isn't it like yelling 'vagina!' ...?"
To which I had to answer, "Said person doesn't have a vagina", and then Ailynna screamed in pain and laughter.
And later, when she was enlightened, and I told her that she was in on the joke, she screamed
"I'M ON THE INSIDE!"

Pause.

Moment.

Pause.

And then we erupted into laughter, which only proved out disgustingly perverted we are, and then we horrified ourselves with more laughing.

And then Kat yelled "BUT I'M NOT A MAN!"
...oh my dear, you are.....oh dear. sigh.


Nervous laugh.



BOWLING! And then I raced Justin back to Coach's car, beat him, and then we stuffed Maggie onto Ailynna's lap because we didn't quite fit.

Also: Shalu's father is very good at organizing. Coach wants to bring him along every time we go somewhere.

You should've seen how bored they were, though.

Coach was

Almost.

My dad played his iPad, Judy's mom was expressionless, and Shalu's dad was....neutral.





THEN WE MADE A LIST OF ALL THE THINGS THAT ARE NECESSARY IN DRIVING (for Coach):


1. Always put on your seat belt.
2. Always use your turn signal.
3. ALWAYS stop at STOP SIGNS.
4. Uh, coach, seat belt?
5. Turn into the closest lane, please.
6. Hands at 10 and 2, please (lol that one's not that big of a deal)
BUT...
7. Thumbs not wrapped around the steering wheel, coach (don't get them blown off! It's possible!)
I was tempted to say something about "COACH, DRIVING GRIP!"


But I was proud of him for blind-spot checking!


Well, gotta go.

That was pretty much it,

though he blew off rules 2 and 3 when he left....


lol



ICAN'TBELIEVEITOHMYTOBIRAMA.

Journal Entry: Fri Feb 1, 2013, 5:13 PM

Attention, people of Tobirama-world.



Behold, this fanfic - Allegro
By the amazing, talented writer, Azure Raindrops on ff.net.
This lovely person (did I mention the writing? The writings fantabulous.....) WROTE IT FOR ME.

CANNOT EVEN.



:iconcannotevenplz:
:iconspazattackplz:

And it's about MARIKO.





SERIOUSLY.

I LOVE YOU.
SO MUCH.

SO MUCH.

I am known to be depressed sometimes, but you have seriously made my day the sunniest day ever.
And it's 1 degree Fahrenheit where I live, with cloudy skies and a spattering snow.
It's so cold, my nostrils freeze upon contact with the outdoor wind.

So, thank you. THANK YOU, KIND, TALENTED SOUL.

I will gobble every detail five times over, and attempt to hug my computer.




HUG.



:iconsupertighthugplz:

You. Are. Fabulous.

:iconbrohugplz:
:iconsupertackleplz:









Love,

Equestrian-Equine --------- Cavallo Alato

Yes, that's me, I'm actually Cav Alato as well...did you know, I have a dA account under that name, but I never ever use it?

Happiness, may you grow on trees and let Hashi throw through the air merrily!



Beware!

Journal Entry: Thu Jan 31, 2013, 3:00 PM
Short rant ahead.

THIS SONG www.youtube.com/watch?v=nULKw8… EXPRESSES MY FEELINGS at the moment.
Click if you dare.

...It's a rather catchy song, though. I find myself humming it.

Also, mother, I don't swear at you.
I swear at myself.
And my life.
So deal with it.
:icondealwithitplz:

cuz imma boss

One does not simply yell at pear-girl. One. Does. Not. :icononedoesnotsimplyplz:

I see your face. Your face is CANNOT EVEN.


okay, I'm done with the memes. =3=





DENTISTS.
AHHH.
RUNNNNN FOR YOUR LIFEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.

I've had more cavities than you have teeth. Maybe.
That's sad, isn't it?

Oh well. Such is my life.

THE DENTIST


:above: MY LIFE STORY.

Just kidding.
=3=

Eughhhhhhhh. I hate shots. And the numbness of face. Ewwww yaahhh yuckkk.

Okay that's over and done with.




WHEN JUDY DOES A BACKHAND DROP, AND YOU REALIZE TOO LATE...



Of course I'd come in last, I'm just that slow.

WAIT.
EVERYONE SWITCHED FACES.



Let me laugh silently to myself. Ha. Haha.


Oh my gosh, Coach, what are you doing?!
NO.
You're supposed to imitate AILYNNA.
And her YELP OF DOOM.



YOU GO MAN YOU GO



Rest assured, Ailynna.
When you and Christine walk to Subway, Coach is perfectly capable of beating off any creepers. Pika punch.



This expression is too asian unfitting....for coach.

...


Coach's worst nightmare, people.





....so coach.




Solely for the mustache.




Bwahahahahaha.



.....And now, I present you with...



Electricity!

....=3=


Finally....




Ailynna, why you crush TF South?! ///shot

Reasons why...

Journal Entry: Wed Jan 30, 2013, 2:51 PM
I procrastinate?
Ha, funny.




Reasons why....


Coach didn't want to hold my cats.
Maybe he doesn't like cats.
It's okay if you're not a cat guy, coach.



AWW NO COACH, NO.




...Pear woman here, and...



Bwaahahahaha.

Ah...need to stop.

Bye! ♥

Somehow...

Journal Entry: Tue Jan 29, 2013, 2:08 PM
This fit.



And we have an accurate (sort of) depiction of :iconeuphiedream: (not really).


And then...



This is our badass coach.
Who doesn't understand women (it's all right, everyone has their faults... lol jkjkjkjk)





Ah...no, wrong. That doesn't quite match her... hold on.




Ah no...doesn't quite match her either...




W-w-w-waitttttt. This doesn't fit AT ALL.



What is this, slacking on the job?! Err...the elite team?!

WHAT IS THAT CHRISTINE, TOO?!




:iconwthsparklesplz:



WE'RE GETTING CLOSE.

But wait, why are there two :icontheredhankie:?



Awwww, there we go.


WAIT WHAT IS THIS PERFECTION



It's lacking some pokemon, but that's okay.



Ehehehehe.




HEY.

:iconeuphiedream:



I STOLE YOUR BANANA. BWAHAHAHA

Apparently, I'm Wobuffet. Yes.

This is it, man.




That Eevee? (is that how you spell it?)

THAT'S THE WIFE.


My life.





:iconeuphiedream: being badass, and the reaction is:



and






Oh boy...



...why Coach make fun of meeee?!
WHY NOT AILYNNA. WHY. (just kidding, hubby) ♥


TEAM SHIRTS



We just need Snorlax and Psyduck...


So me.





Danggg Ailynna.

Ailynna wants this.



WAIT WAIT WHAT IS THIS PERFECTION

SLEEPY AILYNNA + SNORLAX =



I can see her face right now...lol.

She also likes this.



Kittehs.

WHAT IS THIS?!

...........Ah, Ailynna.





That bird looks somewhat like the Justin bird.
Poor EuphieDream.

Ah.



No wonder I can't get to elite team on time....



Stahp. Stahp, Ailynna, let me through.



I SEE. YOU WANT ME TO BE LATE FOR RANKING. FINE. =3= *pout*

...

Girl, you are lucky I'm not including the gif I just saw.

Just kidding.



No comment.




Ah.



I'm sorry, did I just hit your extremely sore quads? ......



Even coach can't wake her up. Huh.





The other day:

Snorlax: Coach I have something for you!

Coach:



Bwahaha.





And in the end...

WELCOME TO MIDWEST.





Home of the camels.

(wait, what?)

PEAR-GRAPE-HYBRID WOMAN

Journal Entry: Sun Jan 27, 2013, 5:23 PM
Would really like to ask coach to understand that


SHE HAS NOT EATEN THE ENTIRE DAY AND TO STOP TELLING HER TO STOP BEING TIRED BECAUSE SHE NEEDS ASDFHGING FOOD.

So therefore, all she said in practice today was "I want food." Just to see what would happen.

THE. END.



Lover's conversation.

Journal Entry: Sun Jan 27, 2013, 10:49 AM
Once upon a time, there was a girl, just a teenage girl who experienced the tumultuous emotions that came with her age.

She had a date, one day, and she was there waiting for her date.
He was late though, and she lacked a cell phone to call him with. Perhaps he was lost?

And so, the girl's friend, a boisterous pear-shaped thing, offered her own phone.
The girl accepted her pear-friend's cell, and dialed the number. However, when no one picked up, they waited, staring at the grimy bathroom mirror and wondering when her man would call back.

So, when he does redial, the overly hyper pear-woman picks it up and drawls something about handing the phone over to her friend.
The girl then takes the phone, and thus begins the most touching lover's conversation the pear-lady has ever heard in her entire lifetime.

It went along the lines of (what the pear could hear, anyway):

CAMEL, YOU TROLL!



And as far as pear-girl knew, said "camel" was going :icontrollrollplz:.

So pear-woman awaited her husband's arrival, but alas, said husband was napping at home, and did not arrive till later.

The girl, however, fretted and became annoyed at her man's confusion. Oh well. Such is the way of men.
...^^;




THING NUMBER TWO:

Pear-woman takes care of herself, now, after being severely injured.
Pear-woman does not want to break her ankle and never play badminton again.
Pear-woman would like Coach to understand that she does try hard ---have you seen her recently? She actually moves!--- but when her ankle is sore, to please let her meditate (or whatever it is she's doing)
in peace, because her parents would like her to take care of her body as well.
Pear-woman would like to be able to walk, Coach.
Pear-woman is extremely touchy-feely, a thing that men don't really understand.
It's all right, but because her husband and her daughter understand her truly and fully and she loves them to bits.
Said husband is not man, so the man theory does not apply.
Let it be known that these family members are not literally her husband and daughter. Inside joke premises only.

:iconyaaayplz:




THING NUMBER THREE

1. The restaurant I went to had the Hyuuga symbol on it. lolz.

2. Ah, Pear-woman is now eloping with SAT prep. Sorry, husband. (just kidding)

3. I like special-K.

4. Pear-woman has a new friend -- his name is Jay, and he's a little boy that gives her food. (Pear-woman likes food.)

5. Pear-woman acknowledges that this is more than one thing.

6. Pear-woman likes the fact that pear-women are healthy with their pear-woman curves. (?)

7. Pear-woman lost three pounds. Score.

8. Pear-woman still weighs twice as much as Shalu. Probably.

9. Remember that friend up there? The one with the epic lover's conversation? Yeah. Shalu, stop bothering her.

10. Pear-woman's husband, cat-man, is sleepy.

11. Their daughter, duck-girl, aka girl who is dating a camel, is optimistic. For us. ♥

12. You are confused. I know.

13. Unless you are pear-woman, man-cat (err...cat-man), or duck-girl, you have no idea what this is about.

14. Pear-woman cackles inwardly.

15. Pear-woman is a wobuffet in disguise. :iconwobuffetplz:

16. Cat-man is a snorlax in disguise. :iconsnorlaxplz:

17. Duck-girl is psyduck, obviously.... :iconpsyduckplz:

18. Do you hear the people sing, singin' the song of angry men ♫ (Les Mis)

19. Pear-woman wants to know if there is elite team next Friday.

20. Pear-woman mourns the loss of team Jin-Lin.

21. Then again, pear-woman's cousin is named Jin Lin. Seriously.

22. And then, the team becomes Chen-Lin, in which Chenny goes into full singles mode, and pear-woman covers everything which Chenny cannot.

22. Chenny is also known as snorlax, big creeper, catwoman, cat-man, pear-woman's husband, and...and...other things. =3=

24. Chenny, did you notice the number repeat?

25. Chenny doesn't like this name.

26. Chenny has teenage-angst related Skype profiles.

27. While pear-woman's cousin is named Jin Lin, her other cousin is getting married so that her middle name is Lin, and her last name is Jin.

28. Maybe pear-woman is secretly related to psyduck.

29. Also, camelboy is very similar to Chenny. Duck and yelp, duck and yelp.

30. Duck?

31. Pear-woman enjoys sleep.

32. Chenny enjoys more sleep.

33. Duck doesn't sleep. She runs. Like the wind. WHOOSH.

34. Pear-woman enjoyed the imaginary jump-roping. You know, it was like dancing! ...errrrrrr. :iconwthsparklesplz:

35. Pear-woman did not enjoy sprints. But she did enjoy the half-court sprints, because all she did was

PUT YOUR RIGHT FOOT IN TAKE YOUR RIGHT FOOT OUT PUT YOUR RIGHT FOOT IN AND SHAKE IT ALL ABOUT

36. Chenny: :iconwtfbbqplz:

37. Hokey pokey, hunny.


GOTTA GO.



BYE

TO THE HOMEWORK MAN

Journal Entry: Sat Jan 26, 2013, 12:12 PM
MUST DO HW QUICKLY

SO AS NOT TO BE KEPT FROM BADMINTON

MUST SEE CAMEL

MUST SEE

MUST HARASS DAUGHTER'S MAN MUST HARASS

ARE YOU PREPARED HUSBAND?!

DEFEND YOUR DAUGHTER, HUSBAND, FOR SHE IS OUR DAUGHTER.


:iconspazattackplz::iconspazattackplz::iconspazattackplz::iconspazattackplz::iconspazattackplz::iconspazattackplz::iconspazattackplz::iconspazattackplz::iconspazattackplz::iconspazattackplz::iconspazattackplz::iconspazattackplz::iconspazattackplz::iconspazattackplz::iconspazattackplz::iconspazattackplz::iconspazattackplz::iconspazattackplz::iconspazattackplz::iconspazattackplz::iconspazattackplz::iconspazattackplz::iconspazattackplz::iconspazattackplz::iconspazattackplz::iconspazattackplz::iconspazattackplz::iconspazattackplz::iconspazattackplz::iconspazattackplz::iconspazattackplz::iconspazattackplz::iconspazattackplz::iconspazattackplz::iconspazattackplz::iconspazattackplz::iconspazattackplz::iconspazattackplz::iconspazattackplz::iconspazattackplz::iconspazattackplz::iconspazattackplz::iconspazattackplz::iconspazattackplz::iconspazattackplz::iconspazattackplz::iconspazattackplz::iconspazattackplz::iconspazattackplz::iconspazattackplz::iconspazattackplz::iconspazattackplz::iconspazattackplz::iconspazattackplz:

....beware, Camelboy, beware. (I have now scared :icontheredhankie: so badly, yes.)

Tired...morning...birdies...tired...

Journal Entry: Sat Jan 26, 2013, 5:58 AM
I woke up too early, and now the video I want to watch isn't loading correctly so here I am.




I wanted to rant last night, but I went to bed.
I want to journal now, but I'm sooooooo asdfghingiajsdfhging tired.

So no. I won't journal.
Just know that it was about a stupid birdie, and Eques burst into ugly tears. The end ♥

Oh and :icontheredhankie: is like, the best person in the world, she ran to the bathroom and checked on me, and I was like WHY YOU SO KIND GURL WHY.

And then :iconeuphiedream: subtly patted me on the back, and I was all "I HAVE FRIENDS...I THINK...FRIENDS YAY"


The end.

:'D

Useless journal, but that's okay.


Sooo tiredddddd.

Soooo much homework....


WAIT I DID HAVE TO TELL YOU SOMETHING.

We had our all-school assembly in which 2000 kids are shipped in like 50 buses less than a mile to North Campus.
Great, huh?

XD

Ciaoooo.

Graceling

Journal Entry: Tue Jan 22, 2013, 3:50 PM
So today's journals are about random crazy references that I'm making, aka yours truly is a bit...exotic.

I started reading the book Graceling by recommendation, and I love this type of book, and so far it's great...

Except for the fact that I assigned faces to them.
What's wrong with that?

Well the fact that Katsa, the main character, now looks like Tenten,
and the so far unnamed prince (I think they nickname him Po or something silly like that later) now looks like Neji (dark hair, strange eyes...coughcough)
and Raffin looks like that random blonde kid from the random manga that I found Bel and Hibari lookalikes in,
and Oll looks like Hatake Sakumo,
and finally Giddon looks like that cute kid in my Spanish class..... or at least his hair does....

WHAT IS THISSSSS.

And I'm having a hard time picturing King Randa, because Randa reminds me of both Raiga (filler) and Manda (snake), so what is this?! He doesn't look like either of them...
Maybe if I make him look like Iemitsu... (but he's sort of not nice....)

Uh. Yes.
End.

♥ Bwahahahahaha.

Also, Neji Po the Prince (I don't think that's his real name...) has as grandfather, and I pictured grandfather in a regular grandfather way, until I realized that if I picture the prince as Neji,
wouldn't the Hyuuga elder be his grandfather? LOLOLOL.

NOOO.

THIS IS TURNING INTO A SHIPPING WAR.

SHIPPING WARRRR!

And NejiTen.

Because seriously, at this moment, 75 pages into the book, I can ship Katsa with Raffin, Giddon, and the prince. All three could work out separately, you know? No, you don't know, this is all in my head.

...HOMEWORK! Bye.



What is your hue today?

Journal Entry: Tue Jan 22, 2013, 3:44 PM
So, in Health class, we did these personal survey/packet things to survey our overall health. (okay note: the gifs are mostly for fun, with some anime references, but you can skip down if you'd like....)

In the emotional category, I got a :ohnoes: face.

So I went back and checked --- do I REALLY FEEL THAT WAY?!

Me going through pages



Anyway, so I thought: Okay, I didn't really mean half those things, so let's truly see what happens. I got a mediocre score, and all I could hear in my head was

YOUR PSYCHO-PASS HAS GONE UP



and so I quietly giggled to myself.... =3=


So :iconpartazinian-wolf: and I were chatting a little about it...

She poked me, and I was like NO YOU DON'T POKE ME :icondarkrageplz:

But then, she was all spooked because I was creepy.



Like a Makishima.
(If I scored happy all the time, I'd be Makishima....shuddersssss)



And then I thought of episode 13.
To express my feelsings for episode 13, here is a gif that perfectly explains it all.






Oh yeah, there's something food maybe stuck in my keyboard so this key ////// is so hard to press. Among others.

And then this expresses my other feelings.


Gimme gimme.


Also.

WHAT IS THIS FUTURISTIC RUBIX CUBE YOU CAN'T EVEN SEE THE COLORS THE FUDGE IS THIS




Anyway, back to school.

My Chem teacher is on and off to me.

Sometimes, she's pretty cool, while others, she's sort of weird, and maybe I like her then, and then maybe I don't like her later.

And when I don't liker her, the creepy face goes on.




More creepy Makishima for y'all.

Aaand wait. I just found an interesting thing on the Ode to Joy and Makishima. *reads* *is back*


Wait wait, last anime one.



Printable gifs!

Okay.



ANYWAY. Back to homework.

Which is....no.
No homework.

I'm itching to DO something, but I have several tests this week, so ewwwww.



Also...
Uh...
This week....
I forget, but there was something important... =3=

ANYWAY.

I will never get to draw things I want to. Maybe till Spring break or even summer...

JUNE HERE I COME.
*jumps over all AP/SAT/ACT-related exams, jumps over all finals, trips on mother, is dragged back to January*





OH MY GOSH, WOMAN, STOP ASKING ABOUT MY COACH.
Yep. Spanish class.

The end. ♥

Yelp of Doom.

Journal Entry: Sun Jan 20, 2013, 7:27 PM
Several things occurred after one :icontheredhankie: walked out the door of Midwest Badminton club and into the cold, harsh winter wind.
Okay, it wasn't THAT cold today, but still.
Let me say something prettily. (or not).

To recap things that happened BEFORE THAT:

Equestrian-Equine arrives 40 minutes late, no big deal.
Wins 1 set against Justin.

GETS PISSED AT THAT GUY.



EVER SINCE THAT TIME
I BEAT HIM
(BWAHAHAHA)

He claimed that I called bad lines.
HEY MAN. COACH EVEN CALLED THAT ONE IN.



So there's a shot that's out, and I say it's out, and he's like "THAT WUZ IN" very loudly.



Sure man, whatever.
Justin's more manly than you, so go suck it.

Anyway, he starts judging my game with Justin; every time Justin scores a point, he goes "Nice shot",
and during the 2nd game, he stresses Justin's score slightly because it's getting higher and higher than mine,
and if you ask theredhankie, you can clearly see that I'm pissed, and



OHOHO THIS GIF FIT SO WELL.

SMASH DAT BIRD.



Um.

So yeah, lost that set badly, and burst into a babbling mess of tears. Whoa man, that was unexpected. I usually don't cry unless I get yelled at... =3=



theredhankie on the inside was like this:



But she was so kind, she even wiped away my melting mascara-sweat. Ew girl, why'd you do that?
I love youuuuu ♥


Hee hee.
So, I'm sweating through my eyes, and coach walks over and I'm hiccuping and whatnot, and so he's like,
"Okay, Beatrice will watch this one."

Actually, what he really thought was "This girl is crazy, why is she crazy, she's so crazy, what the heck."

Me:



Teeenagerssssss.

Firstly, why did he even make that guy judge at all?
That guy's annoying.
According to EuphieDream, he doesn't even like that guy.

I was all "GO AWAY IMMA GET YOU IF YOU DON'T GO AWAY"



RAHHHHH TEENAGE HORMONESSSSS.



YOU WILL FACE THE WRATH OF AN ANGRY TEENAGE GIRL. ROAR.


Anyway, the second thing is, as soon as THAT GUY IS GONE,
and Bea's sitting there all chill and stuff,
I'm like



Yaaay peaceful.

Yaaay third set success.


Now, for stuff that happened AFTER theredhankie left.

Well, finished my game with EuphieDream.
For some odd reason, she missed everything the first half of the first set.
I literally did nothing and it was like, 13-4.
She caught up, of course.
I just was all



And she hit everything out and I was like



But of course, she's so pro, so she obliterated me after that.
and made me look like my cats:



HOWEVER.

I SERVED. AND SHE THOUGHT IT WAS OUT.

But it WASN'T.

AND SHE MADE THE YELP OF DOOM.
It's so funny, you have to hear it in person.

Me:



Coach:




And then, after that, I went and ate cookies with Judy and co.

BUT MEANWHILE.

EuphieDream was playing THAT GUY. THAAAT GUYYY.




I told her "Beat him to a pulp for me. Please."

And she nodded.
like a boss.



Uhhh... ^^;


And then this happened.



OWNED MAN.

OWNED BY A GIRL SIX YEARS YOUR JUNIOR WITH MORE MUSCLE THAN YOU! TAKE DAT.

And yes, I stand by my statement that Justin, mischievous, prepubescent Justin --who liked my Eff you eff you ♫ song -- has more muscle than this guy.
Take his calves for example. That GUY is just a skinny dude, while Justin, who actually trains and has a life (more than that guy, at least) has calf muscles.
Gastrocnemius, bud. You lack them.

So afterwards, we were in the car



And what did we talk about?

Well, half of it was how much Coach doesn't like that guy either



Yeah, I know.

And the other half had something to do with eyelashes and cleavage, and what would happen should coach ever ask the meaning of the latter.
To which EuphieDream answered "I'd show him THIS PICTURE"
and I went



Errrrrrr....

We'll enlighten you, one day, Beatrice... =3= unless you already know...






Uh.



Random fun corner!

I played Moriah and made a Miracle Shot!



Uh. That's it.



Shut up shut up shut up shut uppppppppp.

Journal Entry: Sat Jan 19, 2013, 2:19 PM
It's like my new song.


Also, I like the song Twinkle Twinkle, even though they're Japanese, and can't say the second Twinkle. looool.

TO ELITE TEAMMM

My video's loading, but...it's loading too slowly, so

TO ELITE TEAMMM!

Other news:

I got a low B on my Euro essay, and you know what, both my tutor and I were flabbergasted, so we spent an hour decoding the horrible teacher that is...my teacher.
Yes.
End.

No, not end.
All he looks for is the wrong things.



Also, I had a scary dream last night where I was driving too fast and couldn't slow down,
and then THERE HE WAS.

DANCING.

SO SCARY.

You know who I'm talking about.

And if you don't, make it up.

And then everyone...everyone started dancing. To Cascada.
loool.

Yes.

No?

Yes.




Instead of walk like a duck,
it's SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UPPPPPPPP.

I'm one of those teenagers who are like that.
Yes.

No, but seriously, I'd like you to shut up, because you're telling me to do the impossible.

After all, I just told my best friend that all she needed was love.
Why the hell can't you give me some sympathy sometimes?!

With the track I'm on, I could finish my college essays now, but you know what??
They'd suck ass.

They'd SUCKKKK.

They'd be worse than my FOOTWORKKKK
That's saying A LOTTTTT.

I asdfhgiansdfhkajsdfing KNOW I have to study these things, you think I don't manage it?
Ground me for a month, but you know, I'm writing this journal, aren't I?
Eat my shorts.
No, eat my old badminton shoes.
They're bound to taste delicious.

Ducks, behold! Laggy computer.

Journal Entry: Fri Jan 18, 2013, 3:45 PM
Yes, I know, laggy is not a word.
That's fine.

Because my computer is, indeed, super laggy, and is lagging behind to the extreme.
Seriously, it is slower than me doing footwork.
That's slow, man.

Anyway.

STORY FOR MY BADMINTONERS. That's not a word either, but it sounds like Bad Mint Toners.
Why would you need Mint Toners? ...

SO TODAY

Story of the day:

Okay, I have this Spanish oral skit thingy to play out, and we're doing this sports newscast, and I appear as a badminton player (duhhh)
And we need props, so I wear this cool school polo that I bought (I wear it to elite team often)
so that's prop one, and my partner wore a professional jacket thing as a reporter.
So we need three props -- in the end, I decide on printing photos of badminton.

But they can't simply be random badminton photos, so I take my dearest elite team buddies, :icontheredhankie: and :iconeuphiedream:
the photo that's my ID,
and a random picture of coach and whoever edited him all nice and put text and stuff in there... (I'm not creepy enough to do that, thanks but EuphieDream might)

And so, since my Cuban-Spanish Spanish teacher always randomly comments on my Cuban coach, so I thought, hey what the heck, she asked me what he looked like.

So I show her, and she takes the picture, and says

"¡Oh, él es tan guapo!"

Now, my dears, please since you two are in French class...or you used to be....I think... STICK THAT PHRASE INTO GOOGLE TRANSLATE AND SEE WHAT HAPPENS.




My reaction:



and




and then



and in the end



Story of the day. ♥

The to do list of all to do lists.

Journal Entry: Wed Jan 16, 2013, 2:28 PM

1. EVERYTHING.
2. HOMEWORK
3. PROCRASTINATE MORE HOMEWORK.
4. . . . . . . . I think I listed it all.





I've always wondered why we start reading from the left. (I can also read from the right, in other languages, but still...) And then there's a combo of both: You read English from left to right, but speech bubbles from right to left (and action sequences) loool.

Anyway.

THE REAL TO DO LIST.

1. Scan/photo of random sketch.
2. Digitally draw that sketch.
3. Something something about a something someone's contest.
4. Scan and draw that too.
5. Finish homework. (this should be no. 1)
6. Uhhhhhh.
7. Go to elite team.
8. Fail to do push-ups.
9. Lose weight.
10. Learn 4 new piano pieces. OTL.


All of the above are impossible. IMPOSSIBLE.
(Okay, I'm exaggerating, but you get my point, right?)













Walk like a duck, w-walk walk like a duck.
Celebrating about a year since that was invented. ♥

This is a duck.

Journal Entry: Tue Jan 15, 2013, 4:10 PM
A duck by Equestrian-Equine
I'm completely normal, I swear.

I'm the giraffe, given my insane size compared to everyone else on elite team, that duck is Beaduck...okay, I'm not THAT MUCH BIGGER...I hope.
And that rock in the background is Ailynna.

Life explained.



On a different note, my friend is coming on Saturday to get evaluated by Coach, BWAHAHAHAHA///ackkkk.


Appearances!

Journal Entry: Mon Jan 14, 2013, 3:07 PM
So, Monday is generally busy, so I'll just pop in to say hello.

Actually, TYL Hibari and Bel wish to say hello.


I know, right? Random.

Byeeeee ♥