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[tammaiya]

had dance concert tonight. now dead of tired. thud. also went to school today; almost went home after third period cause I felt dizzy but I didn't because I wanted my maths test back.

existentialism strikes again! first period, Mr Joyce: "Oh, you're here! I didn't expect you to be here until next week." and then last period, in the library, Mrs Bartley gives me this funny look and goes "don't I have a note saying you're sick?"

me: "... *sweatdrop*"

really makes me wonder why I was there, since not even the teachers expected me to be. oh well.

am playing suikoden cards in japanese. I question my logic in choosing a game with complicated rules, a lot of kanji and military terms as my first japanese game I am trying to play seriously (aside from the Card Captor Sakura one which doesn't really count because it was story-bookish anyway), but I'm special like that.

also I screwed up the faeries dance and lost a jazz shoe at the concert and there is another concert tomorrow night for me to become sick and dead tired, screw up faeries and be jazz shoeless at. sigh.

despite that there is always a certain aspect of fun to concerts. it has just been rather squished this time. or something.

on another note, that painful fic didn't turn out as ow as I wanted it to. perhaps I subconsciously wussed out. oh well. 6.5 christmas fics out of 22 down.

Comments

[corialis.livejournal.com]

The best thing to do in that situation is not go to school the next day. Well, Monday, since it's Friday and all, but no one will be surprised if you realized you were "really not feeling well enough to go to school again."

As for everything else, I offer hugs and editing services wherever appropriate. *g*

[tammaiya.livejournal.com]

Hehehe. Don't know if I'd get away with it mother-wise- I mean, I was only there for one day and 2 periods last week, and next week is my last week EVER of school... *g* (Ooh! Ooh! We get to have a medieval banquet and watch Monty Python and the Holy Grail in history! <3)

And your beta'ing services are most appreciated, my dear. In fact your being online in general is appreciated. *loves and hopes Cori will be on later today*

[sanguia.livejournal.com]

HEY, GOOD LUCK IN YOUR CONCERT O DANCING-MKNOEY-FAIRY-PRINCE!

[tammaiya.livejournal.com]

THANKS DUUUUUUUUDE. The ballet kind of was and will still be doomed as I do not do ballet and having only been told I was the Faerie King 3 weeks ago last night was the fourth time I've ever done the dance, buuuut oh well. The jazz went okay, even with the missing shoe, and at least I'm expecting to not have shoes tonight. ^^;

'Sup in your big bad life this weekend?

[sanguia.livejournal.com]

hey! you were like a gender-bending fairy prince AND cinderella at the same time! you combine fairy tales with ease! they should give you applause just for that *throws flowers*

nuttin' much. pr0nnin' round. HISTORY ESSAY OF DOOM. zimming a little. and yourself?

[tammaiya.livejournal.com]

*bends genders like a PRO* Also, your icon. I thought it was an ugly woman until I saw the text. *cackle*

Zim! Glee. Personally I *should* be oralling and essaying around, but I've only been awake for half an hour and quite frankly I just don't FEEL like it yet. I will on Sunday. Other than that, my mother has persuaded my to go see a movie with her and dad next weekend (I can't decide if I should be concerned that one of the first things she mentioned is that the guy is gay) and has bought me a graduation dress in my absence. Which I am now supposed to try on. *bewildered*

[sanguia.livejournal.com]

hey, you dissin' my GIRL, man? he's the best. he can talk to animals. COULD IT BE THAT I HAVE NOT YET TOLD YOU ABOUT THE MIGHTY BOOSH AND MY BURNING PASSION FOR NOEL FIELDING YET?

and i'm totally with you on the all-work-on-sunday thing. AND i'm curious as to what your mother's grad dress looks like?

[tammaiya.livejournal.com]

... As this doesn't sound familiar, I don't think you have, no.

And it's a little black dress. Material is kind of like black lace with silk (or something) underneath and a black ribbon around the waist.