May 14, 2001 at 7:17 pm · Filed under Rigamarole
Oh man oh man…
So I’m sitting there, taking my AP Chem test… Suddenly these little white dots start showing upa dn I’m like oh shit… I’m like hey lady, can I go to the restroom? I was gonna go to splash my face right.. But then like by the time I got to the bathroom everything turned black! and I was like oh holy crap I should go to the office.. so i walked to the office.. Only I went into the wrong one.. and then as I left that one i forgot why I wans’t taking my AP test,e ven though i was still really dizzy.. So I was walking back when my friend came by me and was like… Oh shit what’s wrong with you?… I was like uhrhh… iunno AP test.. must take feel dizzy.. He’s lie.. You’re going to the office w/ me.. And I was like.. NooOoo AP test AP test… But then yeah, the took me to the office and they made me call my mother. =T THe ENd.
May 11, 2001 at 8:10 am · Filed under Rigamarole
Hah
I love how everyone (even I) hates it when someone they know reads their blog (especially when it’s a constant thing)… But then like… The people you know are the only people who care enough to read about the mundane things that you go through every day. Hah!…. And then… if your blog isn’t for others to read, what is it for?… Well, personal reflection, I suppose… But not really. I don’t know. I’m a confused individual that needs psychological help I suppose. 
May 11, 2001 at 8:03 am · Filed under Rigamarole
Am I too normal?
As I read blog after blog, I realise that mine is just like everybody else’s… A compilation of the internet, my life and trivial things that I think are cool. I wish that I had something I was truly passionate about that I could write about every day. Besides myself, I don’t really know what else to write about. I mean; it’s not like I’m the expert in anything else. And I’m not too keen on trying to find a new specialty right now.
I guess I have a surface knowledge in the things that I’m interested in. I know a mediocre amount about cars… A little more than the average Anime fan a little less than otaku about Anime. I know about computers, but they’re not my end-all. I don’t know. I think I need to find a passion. Haha.. For something besides myself. Gee. That seems kind of narcissistic. (Wait, what am I saying, that IS narcissistic.)
School brings out the worst in me. I always feel a little depressed this time of year. It’s hard for me to handle that everyone has their own things to do and can’t pay attention to me. ^_^
May 10, 2001 at 8:42 am · Filed under Rigamarole
Foood
I realise that cheese is the best thing ever. But what can I do… It gives me diarrhea and intestinal problems. I fart, I burp… I’m like a freaking gas machine. Sigh.. And all the cool Pizza parties given by my AP teachers down the drain. Hey, at least we don’t have to take a final. That would suck such a fattie.
Kim
May 10, 2001 at 8:35 am · Filed under Rigamarole
Ahh, a whole 4 days without the evils of AP Testing
Sometimes I feel as if I could be murderous. You know, go and kick the head of CollegeBoard in the balls and watch him/her die a slow painful death. Of course… That would be disturbed and I’d probably have to go to jail. Oh well… You don’t have to do AP Testing in jail. I don’t know what is worse: AP Tests or being buttraped by a large inmate.
May 10, 2001 at 12:13 am · Filed under Rigamarole
Sigh
I hate the fact that I dwell on problems. I mean… I’m not generally an unhappy person… but once I get on a roll, every problem that comes along gets pulled apart in my mind like an insect in a laboratory. I don’t know…. I think I’m just feeling a little run down or SOMETHING. Oh well.. Got rid of that ugly ass layout I had up. I reallly didn’t understand why I ever put it up in the first place.. But yeah.. =D this is the simplest blog I’ve ever had (well, except for the first one, where it was the default… but that doesnt count because it only lasted like.. an hour)…Anyhow, yeah. I’m really liking it.. No skill involved and yet it still looks decent! Go me. =}
May 9, 2001 at 11:44 pm · Filed under Rigamarole
Grrrr
Back to simpleness.
May 9, 2001 at 6:04 pm · Filed under Rigamarole
Fuck Fuck Fuck FUUUUUUUUCK
I hate school. I hate my teachers. I hate the kids at school. I hate my friends. I hate everybody. Gragh. Just die and go to hell.
May 8, 2001 at 7:07 am · Filed under Rigamarole
Kawaii Desu!
Saw a diary with a siggy at the bottom and it was really cute!! Deciding to do it to mine. ^_^ I’m so blatant!! Hahaha… But hey… They probably got it from someone too. Haha… But yeah.. ^_^* Now, just wish my siggy were cuter. I have a manly siggy.
May 7, 2001 at 6:22 pm · Filed under Rigamarole
This song makes me cry every time I hear it…
Saigo no Yakusoku
Sayonara Isogu youni
Anata ni Furi dasu ame
Nanika Nandemo ii hanashite
Motto Soba ni itai
Kono te o Hanaseba mou
Anata ni Todokanai no
Korae Kirenaku naru omoi ni
Kitsuku Hitomi tojita
Nakanaide saigo made
Sono kao mo koe mo Kokoro ni kizande itai no ni
Doushite na no shinjitakunai Omoide ni nante
Anata o aishi sugite iru
Kotoba ni Dekinai hodo
Kokoro ga Sakebu keredo
Ame ni Kono mama hiki tometara
Anata Nurete shimau
Damatte Kabau youni
Yasashiku Tsutsunda yubi
Itsuka Oboete ita subete ga
Tooku Hanarete iku
Furi makanai anata ni
"Itsuka wa aeru" to Saigo no yakusoku matte ita
Nido to onaji yume o mirenai Wakatte iru kedo
Kono mama toki o Tometetai
Nakanaide Saigo made Anata ga mienai
Senaka ga nijinde kiete yuku
Shinjitakunai mada dekinai Omoide ni nante
Anata o aishi sugite iru
Final Promise
As it started to rain,
You seemed in a hurry to say goodbye.
Let’s talk about something… anything.
I want to be with you a little longer.
If I let go of your hand,
I will never hold it again.
I’ve bravely closed my eyes against
emotions that are overwhelming me.
I won’t cry until it’s over.
Even though that face and voice
Are tearing my heart apart.
Why did this happen? I don’t want to
believe it… with all these memories.
I love you too much
I can’t even speak,
though my heart cries out.
If I keep holding you back like this,
you’ll be soaked by the rain.
In a quiet, protective way,
you gently wrap your hands around mine.
Some day, my memories of this
will all fade away.
Without looking back, you say,
“We’ll meet again some day,”
the final promise I was waiting for.
I know we can never share the
same dreams again, but…
I wish I could stop time like this.
I don’t cry until it’s over.
Once you cant’ see me,
my courage melts away.
I don’t want to believe… I still
can’t… with all these memories.
I love you too much.
