So then, it was 4 more pages of math, each side supplying me with 60 questions, I was supposed to finnish all 4 pages (8 sides) in around 20 min. (Of course, they were'nt multiple operations, they were just 23/45 X 56/42 or something to that effect...) [FYI, I'm in sixth grade...]...
So then after that I was finnaly finnished with the educational part of my day, and then I had to go to cosco with my grandma to get WATER. Yes, Water. I had to break my back by carrying those huge packs of bottled water. @.@
On a brighter note, I finnally finnished my first chapter for my story "Frozen Heart, Sardonic warmth" go check it out on Fanfiction.net by searching the title in the "Search bar".
-Tensai-san
- Mood:
crappy
It's the love of my life, and yet I cant properly portray some characters, while I can perfectly mimic others. For example, Bleach, Hitsugaya, my fav. char. I cant play him at all, but I can be a stoic cold, and blue Grimjaww. My failed attempts at playing Canon Characters have led me to believe that if I make my own OC, then I can potray them as I wish, correct? Slightly, but not compeletly. For every OC I have a slight image in my mind of the favored personality of Him/her, for example, my fav. one is a sardonic (sarcastic, mocking) girl, who has a bad temper. But then the girl somehow ends up strange, and I believe that I should start things over again.
I dont know why, but it's just extremely hard for me to RP as some characters, and thus, when I attempt to write a story, the part that is edited the most are the Canon characters. Heck... I cant make them as they should be to save my life.
-Painting-
Y'a see that cute little pic up there? -points up at daisies- Well. I. A.D.O.R.E That kind of painting. Namely, watercolor. I find that I am not too shabby with painting myself, though I perfer pencil over brush. But water color was something that torments me, it runs, it leaks, it looks great! But mine doesnt.. nooo... mine turns out looked like someone went bathroom on it, with all the colors flowing everywhere, I would have agreed too, if only I wasnt the one who painted it. ><
My parents themselves suggest "Art Classes", but I strictly refused, from since I was 7 they've been telling me to take advantage of my youth, and learn as much as I can. True. BUT, I dont learn anything in art class, I sit there listening to the teacher tell me what to do, not how to do it. BORING! While in those two hours, I could have finnished homework, painted and drawed, and then go online in the last hour and look at the tutorials made by the masters of Deviant Art. I highly doubt that it would have improved my skills sitting in a drafty ol' class room listening to a teacher ramble.
(Dont get the wrong idea, I love going to school [I'm a nerd, an A nerd.] and listening to my teachers teach, but in school, your there to LEARN. To listen, to cram info into your mind. But in art classes, your there to listen to the person tell you to make a triangle straighter or a chin broader, but naturally, without practicing how yourself, you wouldnt know!)
-tutoring-
To say 'What is the worst job ever' (with the exception that it pays "okay") I can easily tell you, tutoring. It is driving me mad! Not that I'm not already crazy, but the remanants of my sanity are leaving! I have a cousin in a special ed. class, and to be honest with you. I. HATE. HIM. He is really just unbelievably RETARDED! (no offense to others, I know some really nice people in his special class, but he himself is in a catergory of his own.)
Today: Exibit A: First 30 mins of tutor torture time: He coughs every 10 seconds (litterally, I AM COUNTING!!) And then when he doesnt cough, he makes a DISGUSTING hacking noise, and coughs up mucus onto the paper. I think I am coming down with cousin disease.... urg...
Exibit B: Last 30 mins of tutor torture time: He blows his nose, doesnt write anything, I shout at him, parents get angry because I should treat those younger than me with "respect". Where the hell did the phrase "Treat your elders with respect" go?! Anyways, he's only 3 months younger, and he's a the special ed. class, with D's. I'm in advanced classes, with the top scores in the class, none of my grades drop below 97%.
Eh... 'Cant believe I typed that much... I like to ramble I guess.... ^^;
- Location:My butt is in the comp. chair, that's detailed enough.
- Mood:
annoyed
-Spring Break-
Well my school just let us out for spring break last week, and I thought that it would be great. I was so wrong. -Not counting the weekend- it has been about 2 days of no school so far, and I am losing my mind. Though my reaction isnt as bad as the reaction of a friend of mine... I called her today, and she sounded mildly drunk on the phone (of course, we both are underage, so that possibility was out of the question...) Her voice had a slurred sound around it, and it was -in a crude way- hallarious. Of course, she didnt really find it amusing, and ended up getting quite mad at me, but it was worth a laugh. XD
Since I have nothing better to do over spring break, I also created this account, and I hope for it to bring me some entertainment at least.... ^^
Currently, I am looking for a Beta-reader for my Bleach Fanfic that I have partially typed out. I dont think too highly of my writing, but it's Okay-ish I guess.. A preview of the story is posted below, please notify me if anyone (anyone at all really) would like to beta-read the whole thing for me. ^^
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I do not own Bleach, Kubo Tite does. Has a slight OcxHitsugaya pairing, don’t read if you like the pairing of HitsugayaxHinamori.
-Note: This happens after Manga ch.317, anything from then on I wont include into the story.
-Ten years ago-
A silver headed girl sat the peak of an abandoned temple, her hair whipping around her face madly. Her face was expressionless, her pose relaxed. It was hard to find peace like this after Aizen’s betrayal, and no spirit in the Soul Society could put themselves to sleep at night without worrying about whether or not they would awake the next morning. ‘That’s why I’m in the Gotei 13… To protect those spirits… And to allow them to reincarnate without any worries of returning back here within two days…’ She chuckled at the last thought, of bidding goodbye to a friend, and meeting them back here again within a few days.
‘Humans die easily.’ She reminded herself, sighing, ‘But I don’t… in fact look at ol’ man Yamoto… He’s a few thousand years overdue isn’t he? ‘Ginrei… one day… you will live to be as old as I, look forward to it and gain more knowledge...’’ She scoffed at her memory of his words, and also at how he expected her to look forward to a long “life”.
“Takara-san!” A young girl -who was her age but was a few shinigami years younger- called, waving around handfuls of papers and documents, trying to get the “older” girl’s attention.
“Didn’t I already tell you, call me Ginrei, my name, rather than Takara-san, or Takara -” Ginrei ranted on, ignoring the frantic girl’s protests.
“We have to go Ginrei-san! Yamoto-sama is waiting for you!”
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So... -fiddles- How did you like it? (oh my.. the text changed sizes...><) Anyways, if you even just want to give a tad bit of advice, please do so, since I am really worried if it is good or not.
