Another Fellow Artist

Alright, I must confess.

Someone is better at drawing than me.

I'm honestly surprised, mostly because she's superrr good, and mainly because I haven't met a fellow artist that's past my standards. But then, everyone in the world has their own technique with their own art. Even my friend. Her name is... urm... not sure if I can mention is, but I'll just call her Spade!

Spade goes to the same school as I and she's been here for since middle school. She likes to call herself a geek(which I thought it was because someone called her that, but I'm leaning on the fact that she likes to call herself a geek; like how I like to call myself a fujoshi. I don't need to tell everyone, even though I am, but I tell everyone anyways) and she often hangs out with the other... I guess I can call them geeks since they did call themselves 'the geeks'. I wonder about the nerds of this school.

There should be a difference between Nerds and Geeks, right? (Nerds as in nerds, not as in candy. Last time I checked, Nerds don't taste like purple-grape. But who knows? I haven't met one that claimed he/she's a nerd).

Moving on! Spade is really nice, she kinda reminds me of Diamond. Diamond is from the same school, too(which is... obvious...) and she's... charismatic. She's has this light airy-ness. Like whenever you watch a person sing, they shine(not from the lights lol). They're socialist. People who like to talk a lot, and can easily slip in a conversation with an introvert type of person(like me). Diamond said she's in the speech club, the band, and many other stuff I lost track in. It also seems she has a lot of friends. The minute I try to find her in the band room, a bunch of people would notice me and say, "Oh, hey, it's Diamond's friend, Prima." (I'm not revealing my name! >.<).

People actually notice me when I'm near Diamond. The nickname I gave her suits her. Diamond. Haha.

Spade, however, doesn't shine like Diamond. Spade is alot... video-game-oh-oh type. The kind that locks herself in a room playing video games and such at a late hour. She does have friends, and she's slightly charismatic, but she's still the geek she introduced me. She's also introverted when she meets new people, from what I observed. Diamond is an extrovert.

You can tell the mass difference between my newfound friends(which sadly can't hang out with me today because we're all in different classes.)

Oh, I also found a sanctuary spot. I'm pretty sure I mentioned it before, but the library is my home. I love the peace and quietness of this place, although sometimes those lowlife jocks would be messing about. Honestly, they kiss their mother with that tongue? Maybe I should stick some good ol' fashion soup in their mouths so they can stop cussing up a storm every time they have a problem with math.

Jocks + Math = A whole shitstorm of cuss words. (ironic, yes?)

Oh, let's not forget the cheerleaders. I admit, some of them are far from the stereotypical cheerleader girls we see in movies and on tv, but some of them really makes the stereotypes not too far from what they've been talking. So what if a teacher's wearing a plaid skirt? So what if that guy is wearing a pink shirt? SO. WHAT.

Why do we/other people care about what other people wear, it's none of our business and so is theres. Though, there are times the fashion police is needed for certain people, but that hardly happens. On friday, mom yelled at me to change my clothes JUST because I was wearing short pants (not too short; about... more than mid-thigh) and a light blue t-shirt. It's not like I have a big booger on it.

I wear whatever is comfortable with me. And so should you.

Well, my free period is about to be over and I need to finish the rest of my math homework (why is... 9 < y < 27...?)

UGH. WELL. XIAO-XIAO!

--Purimadesu

Random Note

WOOT. RANDOM BLOGGING IN THE MIDDLE OF CLASS!!!

Lol, joking. I just finished my math quiz (which was both easy and hard =w=) and I now have alittle bit of free time.  Don't worry, I'm already on this for about 15 minutes, and she hasn't scold us once. She's a nice teacher. ;w; So nice <3

Lol.

Alright. So, my geometry quiz was, like I said, both hard and easy. Easy because of using formulars to get the x. Hard because I don't know how to name a plane.

*flips a table*

I need to study more. Look into the world of numbers. Like they say, there is only one answer in a problem(who even says that? (=o=;;)//

MOVING ON THE THE EXTREME! I better get back to stuffing this laptop in my laptop bag. Class is about to end, and I don't want my Secondo to get hurt ;A;

Ciao ciao~

--MATHMATICAL PURIMA <3

MacBook Thingy

Alright, so I go to this new school, and it's been about a week since the first day of school. This school actually gives you laptops.

Free. Freaking. Laptops.

*flips a table* WHAT SORT OF BLASPHEMY IS THIS?!

Although I am glad I'll be able to go on the internet without having to go to the lab and wait 20+ students to turn on their computer, but really?

I feel like I entered Ouran High School(look it up if you don't know; it's an anime/manga). And I feel such a commoner. I mean, that's kinda expected for a school this big(about the size of a normal mall), and that lunch cost a fortune. I'm poor. They're rich.

Make the connection.

*shakes head* Moving on. So here I am in my free class period typing this in the library of my oh-so famous school. On this MacBook thingy. I'm calling it Secondo. Which means, 'The Second'. It's my second laptop, so yeah. Sad part: I can't play games(mainly because it's restricted on the computer; reason because it has violence and pornography. WTF. I'M JUST GONNA PLAY PINBALL. *flips a table*). I can't go on Facebook(pornography again; can't blame them with the amount of girls wearing tank tops and showing their boobies to everyone). I can't go on Tumblr(again, pornography).

And all the colors of the rainbow.

Well, I'm glad I can go on my blog. No one ever reads or comments here, and I let my thoughts wonder. Ooop, class is about to start. Blog you later. Ciao.

--School-high Prima

Ev'rybody Want's to be A Cat!

EV'RYBODY! EV'RYBODY! EV'RYBODY WANTS TO BEEEEE A CAT! <3

Sorry. I've been listening to this song alittttttle to much. :P YOu know you can't blame me; blame the song! It's too catchy! <3

And I love catchy jazz that makes you sway and dance until you fall on the floor from awesomeness. XD

Ranting and Books

Alright, so on the 15th of July, my parent got into a fight(again) and it caused mom to be afraid of dad. She also went back to grandma, with me joining in, for 3 whole days. Without internet, t.v., or any technology. So what can a lazy girl like me do to pass the time? Hang out with friends, and read books.

Yes. Books.

I do read; it takes me away from reality sometimes(almost as good as music) and always makes me turn the page. However, I accidentally bought the second book of a trilogy series, and I have this stubborness to read the first one instead. But I don't have the first one. Which makes me too stubborn to read the second book of the series.

Imagine me going back and forth.

Me #1: But the book is the second of the series!
Me #2: Yeah, so? You don't want to waste a good $25 on a book you'll never read, right?
Me #1: Yeah, but I'll get confused if I read it now! I don't even know the characters enough. Ever heard of character development!?
Me #2: WHO CARES? It's a book! Just read it! It's not like it's gonna harm you anyways! You'll just miss out on the development. It won't hurt, right?
Me #1: WRONG! Character development is important! Just like the time I read the Time Quake Trilogy books! We honestly fell in love with the characters because of their personalities, and god damnit Gideon is extremely smart, gentlemanly, and sexy in the story! ALL BECAUSE OF HIS CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT.
Me #2: I admit, Gideon was awesome in the story. BUT BESIDE THAT. Start reading the book!
Me #1: NOOOO!!!!
Me: #2: DAMNIT. JUST. READ. THE. DAMN. BOOK.
ME #1: NEVER, UNTIL I READ THE FIRST ONE.

Annnndddd that's how it went. Yes, I know. I'm just insane and mentally disturbed. Possibly because I was slightly traumatized when I was little. Meh, we're all alittle messed up in the head. C:

Ciao ciao~

--Prima

Singing Low and High Notes

I like to sing. Simple as that. Yet, I kinda suck at singing really high notes and low notes. It's understandable; I am a soprano. But I like singing low. I like to be an alto instead of a soprano. Yes, singing high notes are fun, but with a alto voice, it's fun. Maybe if I practiced more, I could reach both notes? Like how counter sopranos reach super high notes, and altos reaching low notes. It hurts to sing low, but someone once told me that I'm going to need air to breathe to bring the sound out. That's what I'm gonna practice. Breathing exercises!! >O< I hope I can reach the low notes soon! It's fun singing those(along with high notes)! Wish me good luck! :3

--Prima

July 11th

Today's my birthday, yet, only my mom, aunt, and my close friend said, 'Happy Birthday' to me. I'm pretty satisfied with that, but I kinda want some more special attention. I'm having a birthday party this Sunday(which reminds me, has there ever been a party on my exact birthday?) and most of my mother's friends are coming. Which means, drinking is insured, adults are around, and 3 little bratty kids I have to look after will be there.

I have a wonderful party. Maa, it's better than having none, right? Besides, since I'm turning 15 today(well, the exact time would be 8:45pm) I might as well celebrate it with mom. I remember this one time where on my birthday, I celebrated my birthday with my mom, and only my mom. It wasn't much, because we were heavily poor, but she managed to buy a cake and come candles. It was pretty funny, because she brought the wrong kind of candles, and no matter how hard I blow, they were still lit like as if they never went out! XD

Well, I wonder what'll happen on my party this week? Perhaps mom will accidentally buy me those same candles again? Ahaha, I kinda hope so. I just hope dad doesn't ruin everything. There was this one time, when I was turning 6, where I had this small birthday party with my neighboring friends(this was before mom and I ran away from him). He would stare at us for the whole time, beer in hand, face beet-red. My friends were slightly terrified of him, and because of that, they didn't bother coming over to my house much. I don't blame them; I was scared of dad, too, when I was a kid...

But moving on, I wish myself happy birthday, and thanks to the people who wished it for me also.

I wonder whats in store for me in the future now?

--Mancervore