http://search.deviantart.com/?q=by:Penned-Paper&section=today deviantART RSS for by:Penned-Paper en-us Copyright 2009, deviantART.com Thu, 10 Dec 2009 10:04:22 PST deviantART.com http://blogs.law.harvard.edu/tech/rss http://s.deviantart.com/minish/widgets/apple-touch-icon-precomposed.png http://Penned-Paper.deviantart.com/journal/26535683/ http://Penned-Paper.deviantart.com/journal/26535683/ Tue, 11 Aug 2009 20:14:38 PDT That's pretty awful.
I've been working on a handful of art, but I haven't submitted any of it.
If you've been paying some attention, then, well, you'll have noticed that I've gone purging my art time and again.
Quality control.
I still have the originals, but I'll work on them further and resubmit them later on.
I can't believe summer is almost over.
And unbeknownst to me, I passed 3K pageviews.

I don't know. Maybe at an earlier date I'd be dancing my happy dance around the room, but it's just a number. And I don't feel I deserve it that much.
Bleh.

]]> ~Penned-Paper http://Penned-Paper.deviantart.com/journal/23625692/ http://Penned-Paper.deviantart.com/journal/23625692/ Tue, 10 Mar 2009 12:35:38 PDT
already...

...

]]> ~Penned-Paper http://Penned-Paper.deviantart.com/journal/23527340/ http://Penned-Paper.deviantart.com/journal/23527340/ Wed, 04 Mar 2009 16:13:14 PST
As somebody I know eloquently put it, it's the "suburb of the suburbs. Of the suburbs."

So. WHITBY IS DEAD.

So is my brain. From school.

As well as my creative tank.

It dried up a while ago and at the bottom is a little coagulated bit of sludge that I occasionally poke, hoping that it comes alive again.

Nope. No luck.

My Wacom got scratched thanks to my glorious organizational skills. And my desk, which spontaneously grows large tufts of garbage. I'm serious, it does. Oh look. Two new granola bar wrappers. Yesterday it was broken CD cases. Man. My desk's getting way too good at this.


...
*sigh*

(Might be) going to Montreal over the weekend.
Might not because of homework. Poop.

Wish me luck.

Peace.

]]> ~Penned-Paper http://Penned-Paper.deviantart.com/journal/22889055/ http://Penned-Paper.deviantart.com/journal/22889055/ Thu, 29 Jan 2009 16:19:42 PST
It's stuck in my head. And according to my Zen, I've listened to it... 22 times. Woah. Settle down there.

Semester two is here with a bang! It means I get to indulge in all of the subjects that I've just been dying to have such as math and chem. And don't forget English. I just love English. And media studies. This is going to be a helluva fun semester.

I'm also going to die.

But we won't worry about that.

ONWARD HO!

Heroes season 4 is back in 4 days. Counting down with a red Sharpie. My mousepad isn't too happy. But then again, my mousepad is the back of an old notebook, so never mind.

HARDER BETTER FASTER STRONGER
HARDER BETTER FASTER STRONGER
HARDER BETTER FASTER STRONGER

]]> ~Penned-Paper http://Penned-Paper.deviantart.com/journal/22732357/ http://Penned-Paper.deviantart.com/journal/22732357/ Thu, 22 Jan 2009 12:27:46 PST It's so,
so...


sexy.
♥

Finals are killing the life out of me(O.o)

Comm tech final is done. Photo final is done. Anthro final is tomorrow, and I have the rotten luck to have the 2 easiest finals first and my hardest last. Grand.

QUICK, WHAT ARE THE 4 STEPS OF SOCIALIZATION?

-death-

Edit: toying with the idea of subscribing...

]]> ~Penned-Paper http://Penned-Paper.deviantart.com/journal/22441157/ http://Penned-Paper.deviantart.com/journal/22441157/ Tue, 06 Jan 2009 19:25:15 PST YEYYAYEYAYEYAE
(meaning what?)

(meaning I need a life.)

(...)
(...)

(Panzerottis are delicious. Honest.)

Free art for whoever screengrabs.







Oh man, I'm still screwed...
(I really need to stop with these stupid and short 'journal entries' cause I'm sure I'm annoying the hell out of viewers.)

(SORRY!)
(♥

]]> ~Penned-Paper http://Penned-Paper.deviantart.com/journal/22401308/ http://Penned-Paper.deviantart.com/journal/22401308/ Sun, 04 Jan 2009 18:40:48 PST `
~
<3 DA

-----

School is in
approx.
10 hours.
(I was about to type 'GAAAAAAAH!!1' but there's plenty of that in the intranetz)
Depressed.
-sigh-

Room is still messy.
Bed full of clothes.
And Te-chan♥

I tried out The Tablet out finally.
It was... weird.
Still have to get used to it, I guess.
THE TABLET
The Tablet
tHE tABLET
t3H t4bl3T
IT'S SO SENSITIVE
LIKE MY SKIN
ASPARAGUS MUFFINS
(?????)
(??)

Anthro homework - not finished
Physics review - non-existent
comm tech - in denial
photo - oh shiadflkajdlf, my ISU FILM DDD:
bleh.
(also, what kind of a mood is 'I Have To Pee'?)

]]> ~Penned-Paper http://Penned-Paper.deviantart.com/journal/22311960/ http://Penned-Paper.deviantart.com/journal/22311960/ Wed, 31 Dec 2008 18:12:39 PST Happy eve.
Let's hope this year is better than the last.

And that chocolate will still taste awesome.

]]> ~Penned-Paper http://Penned-Paper.deviantart.com/journal/22173048/ http://Penned-Paper.deviantart.com/journal/22173048/ Wed, 24 Dec 2008 17:56:55 PST
]]> ~Penned-Paper http://Penned-Paper.deviantart.com/journal/22110977/ http://Penned-Paper.deviantart.com/journal/22110977/ Sun, 21 Dec 2008 21:02:25 PST I just read over all my old DA journal entries.
I miss the good 'ol days.
If you ask me to define what exactly the good 'ol days are, = Sascrapia.

I want summer.
I want out.
Winter break's just started but I'm not digging, not at all.

Hey. 1,800 pageviews?
When did THAT happen?
Huh.
Well.
Whoever screegrabs 2k gets free art piece, I guess.
Isn't that like some weird DA tradition?


I JUST ATE TWO TWIX BARS AND MY THROAT IS BURING AAAAAAH

**
I moved houses recently.
I dug up a bunch of stuff I didn't recall owning.
I found my little Sudoku thing again.
It had been turned on for about 4 months.
Miraculously, the battery still worked.
Poor Sudoku thing.
That's what happens when your owner's a careless fool.

**

CHRISTMAS WISH LIST (A bit late; 'rents already did the shopping)

-TABLET (This has been on my list for what, a year now?)
-SOCKS (check)
-BATTERIES (check check, AA and AAA too)
-um
-$$$
-moar $$$
-A ONE-WAY TICKET TO SASKATOON
I mean, what?
G'night.

]]> ~Penned-Paper http://Penned-Paper.deviantart.com/journal/21683575/ http://Penned-Paper.deviantart.com/journal/21683575/ Wed, 26 Nov 2008 15:29:35 PST
My brother is being an evil little poopface.

[/random immaturity]

STATUSREPORT

- Photography: 86%
- Anthro/psycho: 92%
- Comm tech: prolly around an 82%
- Physics: I'm going to be optimistic and say 65%

Overall average: far too low

***

I HATE CHRISTMAS SHOPPING HOURS.
I MEAN SERIOUSLY, COME ON.
NOW I HAVE TO WORK TILL 10:00 PM.
I GET HOME AT AROUND 10:30.
I CHECK ALL MY... INTERNET... STUFFZ... UNTIL 11:00
THEN I HAVE FREE TIME YAY.
"Go to sleep already! You have school tomorrow!"
BLAH.

[/mini-rant-thing]

PS: Why the hell is Heroes sucking so much? ):

]]> ~Penned-Paper http://Penned-Paper.deviantart.com/journal/21340952/ http://Penned-Paper.deviantart.com/journal/21340952/ Wed, 05 Nov 2008 13:41:10 PST
Photo: 95%~ ish (A+)
Anthro: 92% ish (A+)
Comm techn: 95%~ ish (A+)
Physics: 59% (D-)

I WIN!
(no, not really, no.)

PROJECT STATUSES

Halloween video: [X]
Dear Customer video: [ ]
Second piece of Veran concept art [X]
Eat candy: [X]
That one emo piece of art about loneliness: [ ]
Watch all of Eureka Seven again: [ ]
Watch all the Indie Jones movie in a marathon: [ ]
Kimchi and Glue: SCENE 4 FINISH OMGH4X! [X]



physics homework: [ ]
:3

]]> ~Penned-Paper http://Penned-Paper.deviantart.com/journal/21276761/ http://Penned-Paper.deviantart.com/journal/21276761/ Sun, 02 Nov 2008 04:32:04 PST
Actually, it's been exactly...
exactly
3 months!

What? WHAT?!

1. I haven't made much art in those past 3 months, really.
2. Inspiration level = (-521)
3. HAPPINESS LEVEL = (2 YAY!)
4. School = suck
5. Candy = <3

what am I trying to say here...

mmmmm

Coffee Crisp...

(Okay. It's early in the morning and I'm dead so please ignore this extremely nonsensical post that I tried to write something witty in to make up for the sporadic lack of journal entries for so long. 90 days. That's almost 100. I should wait ten more days. Hmm...

Too impatient. Post plz!)

:3

MMM SEXY!

sorry.

Inner Meh: -facepalm-

]]> ~Penned-Paper http://Penned-Paper.deviantart.com/journal/19734470/ http://Penned-Paper.deviantart.com/journal/19734470/ Sat, 02 Aug 2008 11:21:47 PDT
Watched Hellboy dos yesterday with a bunch of people. It was all right. The action scenes were awesome. The cheesiness was not. Therefore cancel out? OMGH4X

anyways.

I might watch TDK tonight. I really hope so. Everybody's spazzing about how good it is and when I tell them that I haven't seen it yet ("GASP" "The nerve, I tell you!") the expressions in their faces don't really help.

So there goes another ten dallah. And fifty cents. Plus tax? bah.

To do list for the remaining month or so of summer:

-Catch up on some math. -kraikrai-
-go frolic in the park.
-make that stupid blogger template I've been meaning to make for the past 8 months or so
-make a cake
-make a cheesecake
-make brownies
-get fat
-learn moar piano songs
-try to look for a new job (old one got pwnt)
-try to make some art
-money
-moar money
-MOAR MOAR MOAR MONEY

.. :<

Sigh...

]]> ~Penned-Paper http://Penned-Paper.deviantart.com/journal/19540114/ http://Penned-Paper.deviantart.com/journal/19540114/ Tue, 22 Jul 2008 15:40:13 PDT
empty
and emo
and hopeless
and bored
and lonelyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
cuz nobody is hereeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee



this summer is gonna blow.

I tried coping by learning a few songs on piano but I failed D:

that, and I'm moving to Toronto in about a month.
don't know what school I'm going to,
where in Toronto I'm moving to,
or my classes,
or anything,
...

the next year or so seems a tangled and empty mess.

]]> ~Penned-Paper http://Penned-Paper.deviantart.com/journal/19417187/ http://Penned-Paper.deviantart.com/journal/19417187/ Tue, 15 Jul 2008 20:35:00 PDT
My computer, far away from the basement now in the computer room, wheezes and makes scratchy noises as its circuits try to keep up with the increasing heat.

I am alone.

Bored.

Out of my mind.

This summer is going to blow.

On a brighter note... 1000 pageviews.

You know what? I think I need a life.

THINGS I NEED MONEY FOR

-GPF
-A laptop
-a new MP3 player
-T2+Tongil next year
-possible 40 day workshop at CP next summer
-my disgusting eating habits

THINGS I ABSOLUTELY NEED MONEY FOR

-GPF
-T2+Tongil next year
-possible 40 day workshop at CP next summer

And I need to sort out my identity crisis. I have a main hotmail account for my MSN, a second Gmail one that I made last year, and a new one that i just spontaneously made after being inspired by T2.

All of them linked to and subscribed to different things all tangled into a giant web of messiness.

Too lazy to clean up. Maybe tomorrow perhaps, after my daily dose of moping over my loneliness?

]]> ~Penned-Paper http://Penned-Paper.deviantart.com/journal/19388738/ http://Penned-Paper.deviantart.com/journal/19388738/ Mon, 14 Jul 2008 10:58:23 PDT
CAMP TONGIL

=

DEATH

but

I'm still alive.

CAKE!

please excuse this sporadic and random post.

I've been awake for the past 37 hours.

I think I need a little nap.

]]> ~Penned-Paper http://Penned-Paper.deviantart.com/journal/18999471/ http://Penned-Paper.deviantart.com/journal/18999471/ Mon, 23 Jun 2008 10:45:48 PDT

ARE


OVER


!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1
TIME TO PARTY!

(PS is it just me or can't anybody else change their mood? Apparently I've been 'amused' for the past two weeks now.

This sux -x-)

]]> ~Penned-Paper http://Penned-Paper.deviantart.com/journal/18957772/ http://Penned-Paper.deviantart.com/journal/18957772/ Fri, 20 Jun 2008 21:29:14 PDT
At least I made Mrs. B laugh with my foreshadowing detector. Yeah.

To compensate for my suck-iness at English I hitched a ride with the bus downtown and took pictures. I got off at Broadway and worked my way through the bridge down to the parks near the river. I took pictures, had a latte, took more pictures, and took even more pictures. I arrived about two blocks away from Midtown and saw a live performance of the Jazz festival, and only caught about ten minutes of it. "The next show is at 6:00! Free refreshments!" Damn it! I has work! But I has yummy cheeseburger for lunch so om nom nom delicious. For free. There was this weird Saskatchewan Francophone association barbecue thing near the river so I had free fudz. Sorry Lobster. Ples don't hit me. I think I'll die of cardiac arrest soon.

I still had about five hours of time to kill before work so I sat down under one of the benches and did my AWSI homework (yes, there is homework for swimming and it's evil and repetitive) and got bored so I walked around listening to Jack Johnson and took more pictures. And I just basically walked aimlessly around downtown and read posters and talked to some people and stuff. Yeah.

Still no new Butternut Squash. So dissappointed.

Oh, about that starving artist story, I still have to decide on a name. Vote, readers, please. Here they are (if you have a suggestion that is not in the list please do tell me):

* Nickodemus (Nick) Quantempo
* Nickodemus (Nick) Quant
* Nickodemus (Nick) Tempo
* Nickodemus (Nick) Loafslice (Reegan wins)
* Bee eff eff Jill. Yeah. Uh.

]]> ~Penned-Paper http://Penned-Paper.deviantart.com/journal/18850858/ http://Penned-Paper.deviantart.com/journal/18850858/ Sun, 15 Jun 2008 08:11:05 PDT SO DAMN GUD!
COLDPLAY,

I <3 YOU SO MUCH!

Gawd I got the new album

and it rocked my socks.

I love love love love love love
love love love love love it.

So deep,
so inspirational,
so melodic and musically and aesthetically

...complete?



]]> ~Penned-Paper http://Penned-Paper.deviantart.com/journal/18834486/ http://Penned-Paper.deviantart.com/journal/18834486/ Sat, 14 Jun 2008 08:31:48 PDT
There was this huge pile of pastel drawings I'd done, and Spiitze was beside me.

I took one of this black void with a single white dot, and told her it was my favourite. She looked at me and asked me why. I told her something but I don't remember what.

Then I went to a cupboard in my shelf (which usually contains things like condiments and such) and there were about 20 packages with shiny new pencil crayons, each packaged marked "subscription." Then it occurred to me that this other kid in my class, Bradley, owned the subscriptions.

Then I visited his gallery with his 20 subscriptions, and he had 2 drawings. The first one was a pencil drawing, and the second one sucked me in.

The end.

I need to stop being so obsessed with DeviantART.

D:

]]> ~Penned-Paper http://Penned-Paper.deviantart.com/journal/18806506/ http://Penned-Paper.deviantart.com/journal/18806506/ Thu, 12 Jun 2008 16:53:56 PDT
T'was pretty fun. I helped her paint her weird planet thing (which looks absolutely fugly, well, looked absolutely fugly) and got some of the background shading done. Fun fun fun. We squirted paint into our hands and defaced Europe and Africa with pinks and purples and greens and puke greens. Gross. And Teresa totally destroyed her Huskie pants with paint. Well, not her pants per se. Good luck explaining that to Elizabeth, nub. Now I have paint-y hands. Too lazy to wash it off. Bleh. As some of you might have noticed, Captain America's shield is finally finished. Like, inorite? Nu wei. And Evil Tim is done his cigar sticking out of a rock Thor's hammer. (Luke: "Wow! That's an awesome hammer! It's so big! Almost like Thor's hammer!")

So. Yeah. For once this year, during a week of school, I've had no homework. It feels so weird and so wrong. It's almost nerve-wrecking, because I have to constantly double check my binder to see. The only thing due is that English final project thing and my art portfolio. I guess that counts as homework. Oh well.

Two weeks of school left. Ish. The Muse is launching tomorrow, and I can't wait to see a work of mine in print. Finally. I suppose Anthology and Moonshine count, but, okay. A work of mine in print in a non-self published work. I wonder how much they cost, though. Five bucks? Ten? Oh well. I has moneh.

So screwed for finals. Finals finals finals. There is just this giant red FINALS pulsating in my mind. A mixture of "oh I'm screwed" and "after finals I'm leaving to Seattle" and "oh I'm screwed" and "after finals I'm leaving to Seattle and after Seattle I'm moving to Toronto" and "of fudgemallow cakes I'm screwed". Math, then biology, then art (yay) then history and English. Art, history and English are probably going to be more lax than I think, but math and biology are going to kill me. If I get a 100% on my math final (which has the same possibility as Evil Tim whisking Crystal Harmony off into a romantic drive to Moose Jaw), the highest mark I can get on math this semester is a 74%. So sad. Overall, the highest mark I can get is a 90.2%. So sad. I Asian fail.

You know what I realized?

Jack Johnson is better than awesome. And I never thought that possible.

Pep rally tomorrow during seventh. I have a spare tomorrow morning for math. Perhaps the Lobster wants to go out for coffee?

]]> ~Penned-Paper http://Penned-Paper.deviantart.com/journal/18790853/ http://Penned-Paper.deviantart.com/journal/18790853/ Wed, 11 Jun 2008 19:29:20 PDT
EVERYTHING IS JUST
PILING
UP

I have to move.
I have finals.
I have camp fees and forms.
FORMS.
OH SHIT!
FORMS!

how long does it take for something to go via snail mail from Saskatoon to Seattle?

Screw this. I'll just
try
to
figure something out..................................
gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah
I just want
it
to all
end.

I need new music. NEW MUSIC. My playlist is a million years old, and I know, somewhere, there is a song waiting for me. Much like all the songs I've listened to. Songg Musiccccccccc AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHH
ASDFKLJA[UE9OR0=29734-0 U9JAL/KJFDASD
FASDF-083I\

fa
ds
END

]]> ~Penned-Paper http://Penned-Paper.deviantart.com/journal/18738078/ http://Penned-Paper.deviantart.com/journal/18738078/ Sun, 08 Jun 2008 20:40:00 PDT
So apparently this girl at my Japanese school had a Wacom tablet what she didn't need,

and IF

IF

I'd asked her 2 weeks earlier,
she would have given it to me.


but she gave it to someone else.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH WHY KARMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

-cry-

In other news.

I've got all 3 Jurassic Park movies.
Time to watch.
Screw homework.

^^

]]> ~Penned-Paper http://Penned-Paper.deviantart.com/journal/18718569/ http://Penned-Paper.deviantart.com/journal/18718569/ Sat, 07 Jun 2008 17:57:34 PDT
* Guitar: So I can start learning some Jack Johnson songs
* Skullcandy headphones: they are so damn kickass!
* $$$
* Moar $$$
* An iPod Nano
* Wacom Intuos 8x12
* Moar moar moar $$$
* The new Jack Johnson album when it comes out
* MOAR MOAR MOAR MOAR $$$!!1
* Laptop, preferably HP

Things That I Actually Need

* A life.

That's the sad truth, isn't it? *cries self to sleep*

]]> ~Penned-Paper http://Penned-Paper.deviantart.com/journal/18711720/ http://Penned-Paper.deviantart.com/journal/18711720/ Sat, 07 Jun 2008 09:56:15 PDT
Yeah.

English homework.

Here I tell of a treasure untold
For those who unlock it they lock it and hold
Is wild and is tame and as common as rare
Plenty for all but not enough to spare

Legends and heroes have got hold of this
As any man who seeks it can make the treasure his
It’s definitely not yours and maybe is mine
The treasure I speak of is managing time.

Take Timminy Tim, if you may, for example
Whose laziness was rampant and time was just ample
He’d frolic and dance and his videogames he’d play
Regarding his homework, “I’ll do it later,” he’d say
The assignments assigned would pile up real high
From reaching his ceiling, just a few inches shy.

His textbooks all yellowed, his pens collected dust
His mother screamed loudly, his father just cussed
Nobody said much and left Timminy to be
Except Mrs. Orange, who could obviously see
That at this rate Timminy would fail the whole course
And he’d cry in regret and he’d cry in remorse

So then she sat down and quietly said to him,
“You better listen up, young Timminy Tim,
You gotta do your homework, whether you like it or not,
Before you run out of time and by time you’ll get caught.”

But Timminy Tim, whose head was in space,
He then spazzed out loudly and laughed in her face
Proclaiming “Mrs. Orange, seriously, I’ve done this before,
There’s no problem ignoring the homework I ignore.”
So he went on about as Mrs. Orange shook her head,
Sighing, “Oh, my goodness, soon he’ll be dead.”

And her words rang with truth and the truth it became
As the things she warned Timminy about happened the same
One fateful dawn he took a peek at his notes
Bound in spider webs and of dust little motes

And it was then that he realized in ear-splitting catharsis
That the level of his homework had reached the point of crisis
Essays and projects and a short story times two
Art homework and history homework and physics homework too
All over his couch and his room in a mess
Timminy Tim was just dying in stress.
He took out his coffee mix and of coffee he made lots
Emptying bag after bag and making dozens of pots
He started on his homework a quarter after one,
And at one in the morning homework’s definitely not fun.

He wrote in a hurry, he added in despair,
Chugging his coffee and pulling at his hair
He finished a thirty-fifth of his homework amassed
Before with a wheezing sigh out cold he passed.

His parents came in and exclaimed, “Is that a con?
For he is doing his homework, and that’s just not our son.”
They took his limp body and out in a truck
Dumping him in an alley, saying, “Well, you’re out of luck.”
So Timminy was left in the streets, with not even a dime
All because he couldn’t manage his time.

don't judge me...

]]> ~Penned-Paper http://Penned-Paper.deviantart.com/journal/18696231/ http://Penned-Paper.deviantart.com/journal/18696231/ Fri, 06 Jun 2008 11:42:42 PDT
Pasty computers with clunky keyboards.

Finally, FINALLY, my to do list has stopped growing and I've been able to cross things out.

Somebody's stalking me.
His name is Kevin Me.

He's short.

Hah. Hah.

...
...

Gots my paycheck. In total I have about $180. Wacom Bamboo, here I come. Or perhaps even an Intuos, but I'm too cheap for that. So yeah. Bamboo. And perhaps a Skullcandy. SKULLCANDY. MOAR MOAR MOAR!!1

Countdown to the trip: 20 days. Holy crap 20 days till Vancouver/Seattle/Washington DC/Mt. St Helens. Pumped for this summah.

But first, finals...

... -dies-

]]> ~Penned-Paper http://Penned-Paper.deviantart.com/journal/18687604/ http://Penned-Paper.deviantart.com/journal/18687604/ Thu, 05 Jun 2008 21:02:29 PDT
I totally bombed the English assignment.

I barely spoke at all, and when addressed to ask questions I stuttered and didn't answer them properly.

EPIC

FAIL

Speaking of which, I should start listening to Epik High again. Asian pop for the win.

I want my camera back. S'at my friend's house. Grrrrrrrrrrrrrah. Pichar pichar PICHARZ.

I got a new set of headphones. Crappy ones. From the Source. Cost me around 8 bucks. They'll do for now. I want those super comfy and massive Skullcandy ones that cost like $80 apiece. DDDDDDDD:

Tomorrow I shall wake up early to go out for a run. And then mow the lawn and clean the entire house. Because I have no life and that's what I do. Yeah.

-cries himself to sleep-

Where'd the Lobster go?

]]> ~Penned-Paper http://Penned-Paper.deviantart.com/journal/18652787/ http://Penned-Paper.deviantart.com/journal/18652787/ Tue, 03 Jun 2008 20:42:01 PDT 2. Sew some fuzzy pads for my headphones [ ]
3. Bitch about certain people [X]
4. panic because of homework [X]
5. sew The Lobster's Spidey plush [ ]
6. panic because of finals [X]
7. panic because of sinking math average [X]
8. panic again because of sinking math average [X]
9. actual math homework [ ]
10. take that picture of that orange MP3 player thing. Yeah. [ ]

]]> ~Penned-Paper http://Penned-Paper.deviantart.com/journal/18613823/ http://Penned-Paper.deviantart.com/journal/18613823/ Sun, 01 Jun 2008 16:39:32 PDT
Then I remembered. I'd worked at the mall for about 5 hours and hadn't gotten paid for that yet. Problem solved. I don't care if I lost forty bucks right there. I'd rather be poor than fail grade 10.

My birthday. 24 more days.

]]> ~Penned-Paper http://Penned-Paper.deviantart.com/journal/18610660/ http://Penned-Paper.deviantart.com/journal/18610660/ Sun, 01 Jun 2008 13:14:57 PDT
I'm tired. Sore. All over. You know that special type of tired, where the weariness just settles in your very bones and won't let go? Yeah. That's me right now. Times two. No, times three. Stupid MSN, making me stay up until 11. I blame Sali Akbar and her lengthy conversations. Why are you up so early, PP, you ask. I blame Japanese sports day. I have to make cake for the potluck. I mean I could make something else like sandwiches, but then again, who the hell brings sandwiches to a potluck? Oh well.

Disastrous swimming. Agk. I was doing rescue towing in the water. About fifteen minutes before we got in the water, one of the older girls in my class kept mentioning how her swimming suit was loose and crap (one piece). When we started doing the rescue towing, I had to twirl her around in the water before grabbing her head with both hands and swim to the edge. Of course, when my arm brushed against her swimming suit, there was a small pop and it came loose. Ah shit. Lucky for me, she'd already mentioned it was loose earlier on, so I didn't get kicked out. Yay.

I had work, and moar work, and Starbucks, and more more work and then I finally got home. I worked on my sketchbook assignments (Starry Night equals fail) and then had instant noodles for dinner and then I worked on more sketchbook assignments while bitching to Sali about how certain people sucked. I has finally finished. I have no friggin idea on how to pull the two hours of volunteer work I still need. Going to call the food bank soon. Apparently the Japanese sports day thingie doesn't count. Damn it. So yeah. And there's some weird provincial math testing which is just killing me. Or maybe it's just my math teacher hallucinating. I desperately hope she is. Still need to call Kaeten about that dumb non-fiction book assignment. I'm doing a 'special news report' on the book.

Somebody come rescue me.

Edit: Japanese sports day was delicious. Especially the doughnut race. Oh them silly Japanese.

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Let's see... well, today, I got two sketchbook assignments done. That still leaves the realistic-animal one and the art-history-book one. And I got a nosebleed during work. And an absolute killer stomachache. I had a strawberries and cream from Starbucks, and it tasted a bit weird, but me, because I'm just so smart, had the whole thing. Of course, for the next four and a half hours or so I had random stabs of pain from my stomach which just hurt like hell. I was planning on going to throw up, but decided that I didn't want to go through it. Too painful. So I just held it in and had some water, hoping it would go away. It didn't.

Tomorrow I have to wake up especially early (About 5 in the morning) and clean the house because guests are coming over and my mom has to drop off sis to some soccer game at 7:30 in the morning. Then I have to teach swimming at 10 to 12 and then work until 5:30. Then, since movie be scrapped, I'm going home, try and get some volunteer hours (I have no idea how), finish my essay and my sketchbook assignments, edit essays, clean my damn room, edit essays, and start on my crapload of math homework which just piled up. Then I have to cook dinner, finish my ten-tonne pile of Japanese homework, clean the house, do Japanese homework, clean the house again, worry about Japanese homework, clean the house again.

On Sunday morning I have Japanese sports day, and I'm one of the 'leaders'. Which means I basically get the privilege of hauling giant ice boxes and hoping children don't beat each other up and wipe sticky chewed up donuts off their shirts. After about four hours of this, I have to help my mom clear out the garage and throw out all the junk we've accumulated in our back yard, scrape dried-up leaves from the roof, re-paint the walls outside and plant some more cucumbers. When this is all done, I'll leave for Luke or Kaeten's to work on the non-fiction book assignment until God knows when, try to edit whatever's left of my essay, cobble something together for that African tribe thingie and maybe fall asleep at the crack of dawn.

Fun fun.

PS: I just found a massive centipede in my room which rustled away under a pile of clothes. Guess who's sleeping in the living room tonight.

PPS: I wish the damn newspaper would just shut up about Anqi Dong already. It's driving me absolutely NUTS.

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I did so, and I was tired and drained. Stepping down the stairs leading outside the Y, I decided to jump the last few steps. My legs, sore and wobbly, gave out from beneath me. My knee connected with the concrete with an audible pop and soon I was screaming for help. I'd dislocated my leg. I quote one of my swimming instructors (who was first to come to my aid), "What the hell did you do that for? Are you crazy?"

An hour later and a bag of ice I was back on track. I limped my way to the mall. I still had half an hour to kill, so I ate. Here's a second tip: never eat from Manchu Wok. It's disgusting. The beef tasted like salt. I never knew that would be possible, but it just tasted like salt. It burned my throat. But the noodles were okay. I started my shift, and seeing that not that many people wanting to buy sunglasses were around, I ran over to Starbucks, got a strawberries and cream frappucchino, sat down on my stool and wrote on the back of my shift report. Hmmf. Damn those things are delicious. Not my shift report. The frappuccino, I mean.

I saw Super Russian E and Nimmie shopping for shoes. Apparently The Lobster couldn't make it, so they were by themselves. We basically just talked for a while. Life, essay, school feuds, essay, life, shoes, Starbucks, school feuds, essay. Just stuff. They left later to head to Evil Tim's house. I won't be seeing them, though. Not tomorrow either. Mmmhf let's just say parents. Hope they have fun playing Risk and watching Iron Man. Or get rickrolled by Evil Tim. Speaking of which, I got rickrolled by HMV the other day. Those bastards.

Stories are coming by. Project The Defenders is in progress. I just wrote little tidbits, paragraphs of possible scenarios, and made character sketches for everybody. There's going to be some pretty funny stuff soon. Wonder how far The Lobster has gotten so far. I wrote the main action scenes for Erin's Empire. and I'm stuck. There has to be a second part to it; I can never end stories too soon. It's just unnatural. But then again, I can never end stories properly. If I end them at all. Eh.

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When she says that she knows how it feels to get low marks in Math 20, I'm not sure if she really knows what she's talking about. I want to ask her, do you really know how it feels like to be the only one in the class to just not get it? Do you know, the horrible sense of panic that grips me, when I see the page and the numbers don't make sense at all? Do you know how it feels like as some people get nineties and I fail the exam? Do you know how it feels as some don't even do their homework at all while I stay up all night struggling on a question? Do you know how it feels when the teacher asks you if you have any questions, and you don't know what to ask? Do you know how it feels when other people brag about their marks while you try to hide yours? Do you know that when you try to empathize with people like me, you just sound patronizing?

PS: Angst aside... I'm finally done my essay. Yay.

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