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PEOPLE WHO CAN'T SPEAK THE LANGUAGE DON'T BELONG IN AN ENGLISH CLASS WITH PEOPLE WHO CAN.

SERIOUSLY.

FUCK.

Okay, really? We had this assignment in English today to choose one of three sonnets and do a little report or whatever on them. Most people chose the Sonnet LV, by Shakespeare. So the first people to present it went up and wrote the iambic pentameter on the board.

Strike one: spelling "gilded" as "guilded". It was horrible, but I let it slide.

So they continue on with their presentation and they get to the part where they have to list off four poetic devices they found in the sonnet.

Strike two: the elision "besmear'd" being pronounced "bez-meered". That one made my eye twitch, but it was just a small slight. I laughed it off.

So the next people go up and do the same sonnet. They make the SAME pronunciation mistake. By now, my hands are balled into fists, my knuckles are white with frustration, but I do nothing.

Strike three: interpretting the poem as a poem solely about war. WRONG, DOUCHEBAGS.

So they go back to their seat and the next group resumes the horrible torture-fest and subsequent gangrape of the English language. Again, "besmeare'd" is pronounced with a somewhat Texan accent (and by now I'm banging my head against the wall to stop myself from slaughtering everyone in the class), and they interpret it wrong again. I really am about to scream.

I go up. I tell the class the RIGHT way to pronounce it, as well as correct the spelling error of "gilded" on the board. I also make a rather intellectual remark about the allusion to Mars and consequentially to Ares, Greek god of war. Then I say the correct interpretation, which is that memories will outlast the most lavish of luxuries. I take my seat, confident that I've taught these infidels a lesson about pronunciation, interpretation, grammar, and mythology.

The next group goes up. They have learned nothing. They say the poem is about "love, death, and war". Then, they drawl out "bez-meered" again, raking it across our ears like nails on a chalkboard. (Which, at that point, I actually would have preferred.)

Of course, all that was nicely topped off by Blair's (another person who interpreted the sonnet completely and soul-shatteringly incorrectly) comment: "I really enjoyed interpreting Shakespeare's work."

I lost it. I had a fucking attack. I started hyperventilating and wove my hands through my hair, wanting to peel away my own scalp if only to make the madness stop. When I say I started hyperventilating, I didn't do it jokingly. I really did. I'm that much of a grammar Nazi.

And it's not even solely the fact that I'm a grammar Nazi. I mean, poetry and I have a rather affable marriage to each other. What they did up there was HOMOCIDE to my MOST BELOVED SPOUSE. They dragged poetry up, tied it to a post, brought in a bunch of kindling, beat poetry with it, and then burnt it alive. And when that was through, they dragged the remains through cow crap and then spray painted a Marx Groucho disguise on it. Today, poetry was murdered.

And I'll tell you something else: by the time the bell rang, I wanted to BESMEAR THEIR GODDAMN FACES ACROSS THE GRAVEL.

I just went through a traumatic experience, and if it ever happens again, I will actually walk out of the class.

They all need to take remedial lessons in Not Being a Stupid Douche 101.

DIE, IDIOTS.
Pointsetta

Hello, lovelies. This here is the first batch of icons I've ever made in my whole lifetime. I hope you enjoy them, and there will be a new batch soon!

P.S. I'm pretty friggin' happy, because I've been wanting to learn how to make icons since forever, so, you know... WOO! The only way to go is up from now on!

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Table of Contents:
[11] Ouran High School Host Club
[06] Final Fantasy: Advent Children
[05] Final Fantasy X
[03] Final Fantasy X-2
And a partridge in a pear tree!

Such a Tease:


Ouran High School Host Club
1.2.3.
4.5.6.
7.8.9.
10.11.

Final Fantasy: Advent Children
1.2.3.
4.5.6.

Final Fantasy X
1.2.3.
4.5.

Final Fantasy X-2
1.2.3.

Haven't updated in forever.

Just... not bored enough.

Anyway, it's 3:10 AM, and I'm gonna wait for Nana episode 12 to finish downloading and then hit the hay.

NOT THAT IT MATTERS SINCE NO ONE READS MY LJ.

Thank God.

And since no one reads my LJ, I can say this: 1) I FUCKING HATE EMILY WHEN SHE'S DRUNK BECAUSE SHE'S A GODDAMN EMOTIONAL HANDBASKET AND I REFUSE TO GIVE HER THE ATTENTION SHE WANTS. And 2) I really, really, REALLY want to bed DJ.

:3 Bai.

Mwahaha.
So you know Rolan?
If you don't, scroll down, and then scroll back up after.
So he just messaged me on Nex and was like "Do you still hate me? :("
I was like "... I never hated you! Who told you that?"
And he was like "Rachel."
So we went into this HUGE discussion about all the rumors she's started, and all the lies she's told him about me and vice versa.
And he was like "I REALLY don't like her. NONE of us do. JESUS, I hate her." (Only with worse spelling.)
And I was like "YES! People with souls: 1, Rachel: 0."

About DAMN time karma came and kicked her in the ass. MWAHAHAHAHA, he SO just made my FUCKING NIGHT!

There is a god, and he is kind! AHAHAHAHAHHA IN YOUR FACE!

I just had one of the biggest shocks of my life. I was on MSN, and Nathan, yes, Nathan, the jocky rugby player, one of the most popular guys in grade ten, told me he liked me. I asked if it was just a cruel joke, and he told me it wasn't, I know he's telling the truth. It went a little something like this...

Well, I was talking to him about having him over and emofying him one day, just joking around, and then he said “Tomorrow?” and I was like “Haha, very funny.” and he was serious. So then I said I would if it wouldn’t be so awkward without a third party, and he said we could make it not awkward, so I was like how so. Then there was stalling blah blah crap and he told me he’d been lusting after me.

So I told him that was no surprise, boys lust after everything. And he told me it was me specifically. So I asked him if it was just lust, and he said if he wasn't afraid of my friends and his friends teasing him about it (which is understandable, his friends can be total assholes) he would have asked me a 'certain question' a long time ago.

By this time I was shaking, because I'm cool.

He made a typo and was like "I'm sorry, it's hard to type when my heart is racing" and it was SO CUTE.

We talked about what it would be like if we went out, with our different cliques and such, and decided we should get to know each other better first. So he called me and we talked for about twenty minutes. ^^

The initial shock is still going on. I mean, it was so... wow. I was totally blindsided. I mean, he only really talks to me when he has nobody else to talk to, and he treats me just like everyone else. I always thought he liked Olivia. The only thing that could have possibly lead me to this was like a month ago when he came up behind me and hugged me. Like, hardcore hug, out of nowhere. But then we didn't talk for awhile, so I didn't think much of it.

Anyway, the phone conversation was surprisingly not that awkward, we talked about a bunch of stuff. So, yeah. And he was like “So, I’m guessing by your initial reaction to... uh...” and I was like “... The confession” and he was like “Yeah, that, that you... uh...” and I was like “... Maaaaaybe...” and he was like happy and it was cute.

And we were talking today (before all this happened) and he started singing Panic! at the Disco, and it was pretty much the best thing ever. It's ironic, because I had to tell him to stop, because it was making me like him. I thought to myself "Don't like Nathan, nothing would ever happen, BAD SABRINA!" even though I have liked him for like a month.

So freaking ironic.

Still surprised, I wish he was at school tomorrow. Oh well, I guess I'll just have to wait. I need to hug something, damn it.

<3 Sabrina

Oh, for the love of Pete, I really want to make out with somebody hot.
I'm sorry, this is more to myself than anyone else, but hot DAMN I want to make out with somebody.
Or touch somebody.
Somebody hot.
Very very hot.

Oh, I've made my fuckable list. Yes, yes, it's all on one hand.
1. Gerard Way
2. Paul Michalewicz
3. Hot Deaf Guy
4. Mark
5. Brandon Urie
6. Joe

I think I need to move Brandon down or something, though, because I'd do HDG before I'd do him. Okay, switching now.

So, yeah, basically, I want a boy to myself.
Preferably one of those boys.
Speaking of one of those boys, Joe has the world's nicest ass. Everyone should know that. He was wearing girl jeans, and MAN, nicest badunkadunk I've ever seen.

If anyone's wondering why TSEK isn't on that list, it's because I don't want to have sex with him. Shocking, I know, but I would not have sex with him. That's just... gross. He'd probably snap in half anyway.
P.S. His girlfriend is a troll.

Seriously, she reminds me of Shrek, who's an ogre, but she's that too. A trogre. Or an oll. Yeah, that's her, Kate the troger. Stupid ho.

TSEK LOOKED AT ME TODAY! That was huge. So did MARK! OMG Mark. Mark looked at me for quite some time, I almost died. Maaaaaaaaaark is soooo hot and sooo single and he looked especially sexy today. I'd really like to pin him to a locker and have my way with him. You know what? He gets on my list now. Above Brandon and Joe. Damn, now I have to count on two hands.

Or one hand and a toe.

So, yeah, my hair is rad, and Ria think's it's rad, which is GREAT because she's emo royalty. Aw, I can't do anything fun with my body. ): Nadia, Solamita, Amanda and Mike were all doing this double jointed tongue rolly stuff during english, and I couldn't do any of it.

Oh well, I've still got my dance move that Emily loves.

But, yeah, in short, I really want to make out with somebody. SO BADLY. Bonnie was like "me too" and I was like "shut up, at least you had someone hot to make out with for two months. Me? I got twenty seconds on my record. With one of my best friends on a dare. You shut up."

I REALLY WANT TO MAKE OUT AND TOUCH! Not with you, though. But... yeah... making out would be so great right about now... or anytime in my life at all...

I feel alone and useless.
It's nothing big, just all the stupid little things piling up.
My stuff going missing, Josh, my headphones, my stupid scanner, my shitty poetry and my even shittier art. Nothing's working out right now and I'm breaking down.
I can't do anything right. God, I even just spelled that as "write". I'm so stupid, I hate myself right now.

And I know it could be a lot worse, but still, I'm just overstressed. I'm also completely broke and my house is a mess. God, I just wrote "my house is a mouse". I'm so STUPID.

I don't want to go out this weekend. Just Sunday, I want to go to a show. I want to stay home in my room and not have to deal with anyone. I'm really sick of everyone, and the loneliness is hitting again.

I just hate everything right now.

Whatever. Fuck it all. Fuck the world, fuck humanity, and most of all, fuck me.
No, not as in sexually.
Get your mind out of the gutter.

I FUCKING HATE THE WORLD!

God, I'm bitter.

WE'VE GOT TO SAVE GINNY WEASLEY FROM THE BASILISK!

... Best. Song. Ever.
I feel silly, oh so silly, I feel silly and frilly and WAAAAAAY!
... OUT OF YOUR LEAGUE!!!!
LAWL jk jk
So, how goes it in the merry land of your face?
Haha, Harry and the Potters are awesome. All their songs are about Harry Potter and it's HILARIOUS!
"Luna Lovegood is Okay", "The Wrath of Hermoine", "Ron Got a Howler", "My Teacher is a Werewolf", "Gryffindor Rocks" and last, but DEFINITELY not least... "Cornelius Fudge is an Ass".

Best. Band. EVER.

Yeah, I just got back from Nights.
It was loads of fun.
No, seriously.
I met some really cool people there, Rolan and Shondra. They're both like really emo, it's awesome. Rolan's so ADORABLE! You just want to hug him ALL THE TIME! He wrote his number in red sharpie on my wrist, isn't that sooooooo emo? And then, I was writing mine on his, and there were all these little X's written in pen on his wrist, and I asked him why they were there and he was like, "Oh, I dunno, I felt like marking all my veins with X's." ISN'T THAT SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO EMO?

And he was wearing an MCR shirt, and he wanted to kill me because I was wearing my MCR sweater, and then we all crowded around my iPod to watch an MCR slideshow. And then we were all sitting in a square circle {Rolan, Shondra, Rachel and I), complaining about how our black nail polish is chipping.

But seriously, he's so freakin' emo. And he has AWESOME emo hair, and he was wearing eye liner and he has a lip ring. It was like HAWT and EMO and ADORABLE. Cutest boy I've ever seen. xD I wanna hang out with him again. :(

Moi.