Let's Keep A Sharp Eye

These past few days have been pretty weird. I've gotten more positive, and I had never seen so much socializing in just a few days. Is it weird? I mean, I normally don't attract attention, and I mostly just sit in the back of the room, but these past few days had been pretty strange to me. I got more... er... I guess I can call it attention. Not much, but definitely more than the previous months of numbness and boredom and angst and all that jazz.

Why do I say 'all that jazz'? Doesn't rhyme, but it fits. Like an overused cliché. Huh.

Maybe things are gonna get better for me after all.

Well, Spring Break is starting next week, and I got a lot of free time by then. And I've been drawing quite a lot, too...

What a strange week.

Back Again

I'm down in the dumps again. I completely forgot half of my homeworks and now I'm so screwed.

I failing most classes now. And I don't know what to do. Not to mention I don't know how to deal with these things very well...

I guess running away can't solve a problem. Unless you're being chased by zombies.

It is Just a Coincidence or Luck?

My day has been pretty normal.

Aside from the fact my computer totally lost the side keys. I was so screwed. I accidentally dropped it when I walked down that stairs of my apartment, but noooooo

My hand had to have this stupid spazz moment and decided to drop the freakin' laptop. Which made it loose the tab key, caps lock, space bar, shift, and horrifically, the delete key.

I gave it to the computer wizs and took it in and said they'll fix it up by 2. The price? $133.

I barely had $20 and they expect me to be this rich gal that will flaunt her money everywhere.

I told them I'll return by then cause I had classes. Atleast most of the classes don't need the laptop. Albeit, I really needed to turn in my essay for Forensics.

When I thought this day was going bad to worse, my luck changes.

I was in the library, looking for a book since there's no laptop to play games on, I found this book.

Called 'The Only Ones' by Aaron Starmer. I thought it was pretty creepy, and I pulled it out to read the back. But you know how those books would have those random comments and quotes from people you don't even know, and it's applied on the back? Yeah, the book had one of those. So, rolling my eyes, I opened the book to read the description on the flap, and guess what I found?

$15.

Freakin. 15. Dollars.

My eyes weren't rolling anymore.

I looked around to see if this is some kind of sick joke or a random game show my school decided to host and choose me, but nothing was out of the ordinary. No laughing jocks. No giggling high school girls. No random host guy that always pops out of no where. I shrugged.

I went up the librarian and told her that there was money in the book and I was really suspicious of it. She took it with a weird smile, and scanned it.

Turns out, no one ever checked out this book. So, by default, I get the money.

I took it and stuffed the money away in my bag and I stared at the book, for a really, really, long time. I kinda thought that the book was calling out to me or something. Because no one checked it out, it must've gotten lonely. It was on the shelf of popular books, like Harry Potter and The Hunger Games. It probably felt pretty awkward and out of place. Ironically, that was what I kinda felt, too, sometimes. Not a lot, but it's there. Every time I walk in this school, I try to look for a place to fit in. And when I find myself some space, nothing seems to be right. In the wrong place, in the wrong time, on the wrong self? Maybe I just needed someone to read me, to understand, and maybe give me a bit of love.

End of Winter Break

Well.

It's that time again.

Where the end of break ends.

...

*weeps*

Feeling A Tad Bit Left Out

I feel alittle bit left out...

...

SCREW THAT, I FEEL LIKE I'VE BEEN WARPED TO A WHOLE 'NOTHER UNIVERSE! Spade and I are starting to be close friends, BUT

EVERY

SINGLE

TIME

SOMEONE INTERFERES OUR FRIENDSHIP. Either it is my boyfriend, or her friends(which consists of guys). Spade and I are closer than before, I can say, but I'm not on the same level as her. I'm more comfortable with being around her, but that's it.

That's all.

I know it's weird, but I can sense what level of friendship I'm at, and I'm currently at level 2 or being a complete friend with Spade. BUT NO. THOSE ANNOYING PESTS ARE IN THE WAY. Look, don't take it the wrong way, but I hate, and I mean ABSOLUTELY hate, being on level 2.

It's where I'm comfortable near a person to talk freely, but I have to be polite as well.

AND I'VE BEEN ON THIS LEVEL FOR FAR TOO LONG. Much. Too. Long. I'm even on this level with my boyfriend also. I'm his girl, but I'm also being polite.

UGH. SCREW THIS. I AM NOW PROCEEDING TO GO TO THE NEXT LEVEL.

Must... defeat... pests...

--Annoyed Purima

Earth/Space Science

Dear Lord help me ace this class, 'cause I always suck at  science. Which is ironic. Some people say that if you're good in math, then you're good in science and not in literature. Oh-ho. How wrong they are. I currently have a D in Earth/Space Science. Probably because I don't understand the topic very well. I admit, I'm stupid and slow. I prefer things being broken down, but I'm guessing this school is letting us do the work.

Don't get it? Here. Let's try this. Imagine a pond of dirty water. It's brown and muddy, and you wouldn't even dare step in unless you were the type of person to get down and dirty(Not that kind of way). But you've heard that at the bottom of this pond, there are things you have always wanted: Either it be your dreams of becoming famous, to being fairly-well knowledgable about the world(And even having the chance of becoming smarter than your parents). You, obviously, want to reach that goal, but you can't unless you understand how to reach the bottom without drowning like a cat. This is where the teachers come in. The teach you how to swim. But only on the surface of the water. Like doing butterfly strokes or whaterevers. They don't teach you how to dive underwater to retrieved the treasure. No, they just let you know what to do on the surface. And then they expect you to understand how to dive in the water as if you already knew it all along.

'Excuse me, but aren't you gonna teach me how to dive?' I guess not. Seeing as how I don't understand very well. Usually teachers would lead you the way to success on step at a time. Well, not this school.

'You're on your own, kid.' Guess I better start learning how to dive in the subject myself if no one is gonna help me. I don't blame them. In this world, they are many successful people, and yet they never once thank the teachers/staff/families/friends that helped them along the way. Despite being that you are the one that personally reached your goal, just know that you couldn't do it completely by yourself(I don't think this applies to everyone, just most people in general).

...

Ha, we just had a little journey moment there, eh? :D The works of my mind is so weird. It's fine if you don't understand it. You'll just have to dive in there on your own. :P

CIAO~!
-SCIENTIFIC PRIMA BOSS- OUT!