so you don't have to go through this entire tirade, you can just read this and skip the rest (:
wendyyyyyyy, you're such a consistent blogger that i feel like even stinkier crap for not blogging also ;__; im actually not taking the oct SAT, my brother is (he's a senior) and im gonna start studying for the SAT after he takes it so we don't have to buy a new book ^^" (imma cheapo...)
Rosanna (: once you get in the chorus (which you will, gosh ^^ ) will there be any trips to nyc? if not, i should find a way to take the train over to you (;
yeanababe: your volleyball competition has undoubtedly passed already ;__; BUT THERE WILL BE ANOTHER ONE :D and if that cocky b---- screws with you, SCREW BACK >:D
or maybe not. cause that might risk ur position on the team ;__; well...then IMAGINE screwing back! >:D
never doubt that i don't love you guys, im just a big procrastinator =="
sorry i've been gone so long ;__;
it's just that since school started, for some reason i've had no time whatsoever D:
it's wake up, run to the bus stop (darn the snooze button D: ) sit on the bus, sit on the subway (gosh.) and get to school! then i wait till the doors open, get my butt in there and live the school day >__<
i actually have ninth...and tenth period free. so waiting for club activities after school is a total-. erm. yeah.
so by the time i get home it's usually around 7:30 for dinner and after that homeworks >__<
these past weekends there's been some crazy stuff happening wasting away my entire days...one time i went to the dentists (by the way, my braces should be off around november first (: ) and on the drive back in the early afternoon we got a flat tire...in the middle of the highway. we spent three hours trying to fix it ourselves ==" but it turns out that we couldn't remove the tire cause our car has this special cap over the tire to prevent someone stealing it. well, it kept us from taking it off too ==" so my sister called 911 XD she called 311 for the phone number of a highway assistance thing, but the 311 connected her to 911...weird. and then one weekend it was my sister's birthday and i spent saturday trying to get her a gift (i wanted to make her a bracelet like the ones wendy made for us <3 but that was an epic fail ==") we saw 9 in the theatres (:
of course i don't have much of an excuse since i sacrifice sleep for facebook ==" but after i missed a couple posts of the blog i was scared to come back 'till now ;__;
i want chocolate =="
you can skip this entire paragraph on just nyaf...it's just me raving ^^"
anyways. saturday i went to NYAF (New York Anime Festival)
it was amazing...i initially got lost getting there, but some random strangers called out "Hey, POLIWIRL!! do you just want to walk with us to the convention?"
yeah, i was poliwirl from pokemon (: it felt really embarrasing in the subway and the street (some old ladies just keep STARING. i look them right back in the eye, AND THEY WONT STOP STARING. then again, i spray painted my hair and face blue to math my costume so yeah...but once i got to the convention, i felt so NORMAL :D
once you walk inside, you can feel the love and excitement in the air O:
you could just walk up to anybody and tell them "hey, great outfit!" or "you're so cute!" or ask for a picture (;
there were many pretty girls...and boys dressed as girls...and boys.
<3
wendy, it's an all out asian convention, BUT WE WERE NOT ALONE. believe it or not, we made up maybe only 3/5 of the convention!! there were other ethicinities, and some of them were dressed up and straight up fantastic > u < i'll have to bother you all with photos sometime...
i got autographs from this solo artist and a new band coming to the US from japan @ the bishounen'scloset (a fashion show)
though i suck at meeting famous people. it made me happy and all getting their autograph- but it also made me super sad cause i didn't really know that even when standing in front of them and shaking their hand- they feel so far away D: i'm not meant to be a fan girl ;__;
is it weird that i LOVE school (really!)
but i absolutely SUCK at it?
tracy.
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