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 Posted: Tue Aug 28, 2012 6:38 am
Want to share something? Then feel free to use this thread and let your characters speak up on how they feel today ^^
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Posted: Tue Aug 28, 2012 7:04 am
August 29, 2012 Dear Stupid Diary,
I don't know why the heck am I writing in this junk.. But I suddenly feel the urge to write anyway... To be honest I felt so depressed! gonk I'm so exhausted for the whole day full of random and crazy stuffs! First I got to be silently molested by one of my staffs.. Second this other girl knocked me off!.. And to break the record, a dwarf just run into me and bumped at me as well! Gaaaahhh! I don't know why is that people kept on..... I don't want to think about it!
What's their darn problem? And one of the angry mob of chef yank me with a rolling pin... crying Don't you know how much this cost me???!.. Somehow I felt relieve when I heard Danielle's voice..
Danielle.. I really miss you a lot! If only you were here... Oh darn!.. I got almost 3-4 years leading sickos and stupid girls.. I do hope I may survive!
Pissed and moping,
Rui
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Elen_Gilthoniel Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Aug 28, 2012 4:29 pm
Dear Diary,
Today was the worst day ever. First, Rui was being a stupid butt-face. He complained about my skirt and he wouldn't even use my name because apparently he's got a huge stick rammed so far up his arse he forgot how. Then, some weird boy with blue hair gave me a flower that squirted ink on me.
To top it off, this brat is weird! He's some kind of stage magician from a carnival but he's one of those psycho ones that can't seem to separate normal life from, you know, being on stage. So instead of being a normal person, he's this weird guy who has bizarre things shoved up his sleeves. I mean, really, who the hell does that? Keep the stupid stage props for when you're actually ON stage, thank you. (well, I'll admit he's probably not as bad as our first meeting made him seem. He's just a bit eccentric. Since he's apparently in astronomy, I suppose I should try to get along...)
And then...and THEN some creepy old man had the audacity to sexually harass me! I reckon he's a teacher so I'm going to find out what he teaches and kick him in the shin. Because, really, I don't give a damn if he wants to be a creepy pervert but I cannot let people just say whatever they way to me because they think they can get away with it. D=< Besides, it's not my fault I was cold. Some idiot set the sprinklers off and why was he looking there anyway? Hmph. (I also blame Rui for not giving me his coat soon enough).
Anyway, girls kept throwing themselves at Rui, which was really weird. Clearly they're just distracted by his pretty face. If they knew what a finicky, neurotic crybaby he was, I'm sure they'd think twice. Saying of which, he's probably crying to his diary right now and whining about Danielle again. rolleyes
Maybe Nico will teach her some self defense while Rui and I are away, so next time we go home, Rui won't be all creepy and cling to her like he normally does. It's a wonder she still even likes him.
I think this weekend I'll go out to see if I can find something nice for Nico to send home and let him know I miss seeing his face every day. ~<3
P.S. Rui tried to steal my skirt today. That was a new one. But apparently running around without a skirt is better than running around with one he thinks is too short? Not sure how that logic works. Anyway, I think I convinced Robin he's a sex fiend! Heh. >D To be honest, I'm half convinced Rui is a eunuch...
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Posted: Sun Oct 14, 2012 11:43 pm
Journal Entry #1
To be honest, this school is full of... Fruitcakes. I should probably include myself to that list since I am pretty weird in some people's books. Perhaps I should start at the beginning instead of just typing random thoughts onto my laptop. It's far easier for me to type than write with pens and pencils since I'm left-handed and tend to write in all capital letters. It's a habit so screw you if you think that I'm yelling through all capitals in a note or paper. Oh. I'm not sure how often I'll do this or how many of these there'll be...
Alright... I was late on entering the school due to the tards that claimed me as their step-son trying to walk me here like I was five. Yep. My step-parents are trying to baby me and convince me to see a shrink over my parents deaths. I don't need a shrink! I'm perfectly fine. I do not fear death 'cause everyone will eventually die. End of story. My dad passed away while doing his job. Even though he's gone, I carry his dogtags around as my way of honoring his death. It's called respect. My mother overdosed on "happy pills" a while later due to not taking my father's passing that well. Even though she's gone, I have her wedding ring set between my dad's dogtags as a way to say that they loved each other until the end and no one could replace the other to them. I'm hoping they're together in the afterlife...
Anywho~ So yea. I missed the entrance ceremony and apparently a fire alarm going off. Big deal, ne? Well, then I get to the dormitories and almost have a freaking heart attack as soon as my belongings are in my room and I go into that intermingling space between the boys and girls dorms. I don't deal with crowds larger than three people, not including myself. There were some nice people like Penelope, but then there was who I call The Weird Food Addict. He just seems to have no care about anything except food. Oh and some chic with a marker and paper also made food in which I wish I could've refused if only she hadn't forced it on us.
I cook my own meals people. While it was sweet of her to do that for the other music students, let me feed myself. A cup of instant ramen, water, a cow, a chicken, a pan, a pot and a stove or even MREs are fine with me. My step-parents have learned quickly that those are what I mostly go for. I get all of the food groups with these things and thus far I'm at a healthy weight level. I mean, I can cook full-course meals from scratch pretty easily since I've been cooking ever since I can remember although my mother was still better at cooking than I was. Just 'cause I can do it doesn't mean I have to do it all the freaking time. Now it's just for holidays and other special events.
Back on topic... After the dorms was to the art classroom in which most of it was sarcasm between Professor Couswell and The Weird Food Addict. I think I was the only one to draw a picture on Professor Couswell's canvas though. I could only laugh at this one midget though. I've codenamed him The Yodeling Chimp because he was acting like a monkey and yodeling as he came into the room. This youth was obviously not well liked. I mostly snuck around although I did attempt speaking to the others in the room. I guess invisibility is better than being out in the open.
Then came a class I didn't really expect; Spell Casting. I just came here to see if the music teacher can teach me to read sheet music and yet... Well... Apparently every student here has magic and didn't know it. While most people can read it and learn how to play instruments through sheet music, I learned how to play the guitar through sound. That's right. I can't read a lick of sheet music, but after a few tries of playing what I hear in songs or just feel, I can usually hit the nail on the head.
So anyways, the class started and apparently writing down notes is now "showing no interest in the class". Get a clue, sensei. Just 'cause I didn't jump to ask questions due to taking down notes doesn't mean I'm not interested. I am indeed interested in my abilities although I wish it could've been electricity... My thoughts are that of if a music career doesn't sit well for me, I'll just become a mechanic. I love technology thanks to my dad. The Yodeling Chimp was trying to eat a frog in this class as well and I found out that the class president is scared of frogs. >:3
Well, while such a phobia is hilarious, I remain a wallflower. I'm not going to approach strangers and say "Hey~ I'm Damyen Reed and want to be friends." like most people do. I probably could, but what's the point? Making friends? Nyeh... I might make some people mad at me and I'd rather not get expelled for trying to beat the holy Hell out of someone if I have a chance at learning sheet music. It'd be nice for a little bit of interaction though... Perhaps I should try talking to other people again...
~D.R.
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