oh, hey, world.
how are you on this finest of days?

ANYWAY, SMALL TALK BEING OVER AND ALL, I CAN FILL YOU IN ON SOME THINGS:

- my journal is friends' locked. all that means is that you have to ask me to read my entries. it doesn't mean that they're highly classified, only viewable for an elite segment of the population. of course not. i just don't want people i know in real life to get a hold of what i say and use it against me in their nefarious schemes that revolve around making my life miserable. (if you're a real life friend: hey there! i like your shirt! look, there's a shiny thing flying around your head!)

- but seriously. if you want to friend me, friend me. asking first would be nice, but seriously, i'm just going to friend you back, unless you look like a troll and/or person who is selling things.

- no, honestly. i like you. comment. friend me. LET'S GET A YOGHURT, I'LL BUY, I JUST WANT TO KNOW~ YOU.

Real Madrid son palabras que están en mi vida. Real Madrid significa triunfo en la victoria y triunfo en la derrota. El Real Madrid es historia, es el día a día y es lo que sucederá, es eterna añoranza y eterna expectativa. Es esfuerzo, superar al resto y superarse a si mismo, superar la derrota, superar la victoria. El Real Madrid es el “por lo menos” del día malo y el “pero” del día bueno. Es sufrimiento, es lealtad y es esperanza. Son domingos por la tarde y lunes por la mañana, es algo de lo que hablar, de lo que conversar, es algo que compartir con mucha gente. El Real Madrid es una idea global, algo por lo que merece la pena cualquier esfuerzo. Es Bernabéu y Di Stefano, es Chamartín y Cibeles, es el verde del césped, son pipas, son puros. Son sonrisas y aplausos, son lágrimas y pitos, es alegría y tristeza, son gargantas y son voces. El Real Madrid no es el gol marcado, es el próximo. Es Madrid, España, Europa y es el mundo. Es deporte y es espectáculo. El Real Madrid son once artistas y once guerreros. Es envidia y admiración, es referente, se le odia y se le quiere. El Real Madrid no deja indiferente. Son valores e ideas, es compromiso y unión. Es sueño y es realidad. Hay un Real Madrid y hay muchos. El Real Madrid es cada una de las personas que le tienen en su vida, de los que no pueden verle y no dejan de mirarlo, de los que lo le quieren ver y no pueden mirarlo. Es de todos y de ninguno. Es más que fútbol. Es a veces una excusa y otras una razón. Fue monarquía, fue república, fue dictadura y nunca dejó de ser democracia. Fue primero y fue segundo, es líder sin ser campeón. Son glorias deportivas y mocitas madrileñas. Son portadas, horas de radio y televisión, es el eterno debate y la inexistente conclusión. Es sobre todo ambición. Es el abuelo que todos querríamos tener. El Real Madrid fue ayer, es hoy y será mañana. Real Madrid son palabras que aun no se expresar. [x]

i cut some people. (as was implied by the whole friends cut, but whatever)

if you can see this entry, you've not been cut

if you can't, you have been.

HERE'S THE DEAL:

- if you were cut and feel that you'd like to be ... un-cut, that's totally chill. just drop me a line (what is my lingo i don't even) and everything will be dandy.
- if you wanted to be cut and therefore STRATEGICALLY AVOIDED commenting but i kept you anyway, let me know. i seriously won't be offended. much

LOVE YOU ALL.
EVEN IF I CUT YOU.
SERIOUSLY.

that's what I'm writing about for the ~picture that defines you~ essay (thank you, AP English).
because i am a leopard.
an extremely endangered leopard, with fewer than forty left in the wild. D:

um.
rawr?


(Amur Leopard, fyi. this one's named Kiska. she was lovely, if a wee bit resistant to having her photo taken.)

ETA. oh, hey, public! i don't give a shit who sees this, actually, because it's a gorgeous photo, and i'm proud of my leopard status. creep on, classmates. creep on.

AHHH, GUYS, THIS APUSH DEBATE IS GOING TO SUCK.

I think that I've achieved ~acceptance~, though. I don't know. I mean, there's nothing I can do; I sent an email to Firas about it, asking what the fuck to do, and he hasn't responded. I can't do anything else.

WELL.
NOW I HAVE TO WRITE AN ENGLISH ESSAY.
AND POTENTIALLY PREP FOR AN ENGLISH TEST, BUT THAT'S SO NOT GOING TO HAPPEN (I'm missing it tomorrow, and Mr. Anthony doesn't give a shit when I take it, so I'll probably make it up on Friday or something; plenty of time).

AND NOW I'M REALLY TIRED. At the beginning of the last paragraph, I totally wasn't. But now I am. There's an elapsed time of, like, a minute. ¿QUE ESTÁ PASANDO EN MI VIDA?

ON THE BRIGHT SIDE, I quoted Mr. Curley in my AP English essay. That makes me feel special. Also nostalgic. ♥

I'm going to have to do this homework tomorrow morning. I legitimately cannot think right now; I can hardly even see, goddammit. This essay is due on Thursday, so it's not too urgent, but still. I should get at least an outline done.
And my APUSH debate is going to suck. Firas and I haven't even talked about it yet, and I'm missing the next two days of class.

Sorry that this is so cryptic to anyone who doesn't go to school with me; if you're interested, ask, and I'll tell you about it some time. Probably tomorrow. Maybe. Not sure.

Going to bed now. Waking up at 5 tomorrow. Should be an interesting morning.

♥

I've figured out why I enjoy Glee's performance of No Air: not because of good singing or hilariously cheesy wind machines, but because of Never Mind the Buzzcocks. Simon Amstell, be still my heart.

vs.

I THINK WE KNOW WHO THE WINNER IS.
IT'S QUITE OBVIOUS.

Seeing Imprint as a suggested podcast next to Smart Mouths causes me extreme pain.
JUST THOUGHT THAT I'D LET YOU KNOW~~~~~~

PSATs/NMSQTs tomorrow. kind of scared? not really. it's just -- they actually COUNT this time. they actually decide whether or not I'm a National Merit Scholar, which, seriously, shouldn't even be in QUESTION, but with all the shit that went down today — and that sucks, Elise, it sucked then, and it sucks now, and I'm sorry, everything is shit ♥ — my ~faith has been shaken, I don't even know. we'll see. I'm sure that I'll own face. we'll see.

If it snows tomorrow in Littleton, I'll -- well, I'll freeze to death, because I'll probably be benched. And, shockingly enough, I'm not looking forward to my imminent death. I've packed a lovely fleece blanket (with kittens!), a fleece, ear warmers, two hats, leggings, a long-sleeve shirt, fleece pants, two pairs of gloves, and extra socks. Also a scarf.
ALSO I HAVE TO BRING IN SNACKS FOR THE GAME, AND MY STICKS (I'm planning on at least warming up with my new one; makes sense, considering that there are only two more games in regular season, including the one tomorrow), AND MY UNIFORM, AND MY CLEATS, AND MY BACKPACK.
WHAT IS MY LIFE.

And I drop my free period tomorrow. And I forgot to do any homework this weekend (NO HOMEWORK WEEKEND, FOR THE WIN.). I'll probably just do the Physics problems during HIMYM and read Wood (lol, dirty) and Spirit in the hour after that (because I'm already dying to sleep).

WHAT IS MY LIFE. (time the second)