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lycaenion

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Backstabbers and "fair-weather friends."  Trust me, I saw my fair share of the them in elementary school, and I always stopped being friends with them after they showed their true colors.  I'm all for second chances, but when we get to fourth and fifth chances I draw the metaphorical line.

Alright!  Nona, your turn!

I can only blame my laziness.  Much has changed since my last update.

First of all, the boyfriend I mentioned?  We broke up in March.  It was not one of those I-dumped-him breakups, or one of those he-dumped-me breakups.  It's a bit hard to explain, but I'll try.  The entire time we were "together," it was more like we were friends who just called each other boyfriend and girlfriend.  We went to the movies occasionally, we talked on the bus, and that was it.  So it wasn't a breakup, so much as a...re-naming of roles, so to speak.

Another major change is that I have changed career paths.  And no, it wasn't because of the arguements, although my mom and I do argue less now.  I just...sort of realised that an interior designer wasn't exactly going to get a whole lot of work during a recession.  So me and my mom had a brainstorm session during spring break when she suggested that maybe there was a career that had to do with the enviornment that I could try.  So we searched on the net and...voila!  A career choice, and actually one that I'm happier with than interior design!  Envionmental engineering.

Another change is that I no longer have my overheating, mega-slow laptop!  My mother got a new comp from work, so I got her monitor and my little bro's cpu, while he kept his monitor and got her cpu because it had the internet connection.  But then something went wrong with my mom's old cpu, and so now my bro is using my laptop, which keeps from overheating with a fan.  Complicated, huh?

Finally, quite a big change is that I am not so much into the Naruto fandom anymore.  I still read the manga and watch the anime, but my main interest is the Detective Conan(also known as "Case Closed") and Magic Kaito fandom.  Not plural because they are pretty much the same fandom.  You see, they're both written and drawn by the same person, Gosho Aoyama, and cross over so much (as in, characters from one appearing in the other) that they can pretty much be counted as occuring in the same "universe," to use fandom speak.  Detective Conan being a mystery manga in which the main character is a detective who has been shrunk from 17 to 7 due to a poison gone wrong; Magic Kaito being a manga about a rather elaborate theif(anounces the time, location and target of his theft, then arrives in a bright white tuxedo, top hat, monocle, and cape to steal the target whiletaunting the police) with a secret identity.  All in all, both very good reads.

Now on to recent events.  First off, my nona has found my lj.  Hi Nona!!

Second, I just got home today from a trip with lycaenion to "A Perfectly Normal Event," which is one of the nicest pieces of blatant sarcasm I've heard in a good while.  It's sort of a cross between a goth convention, a sci-fi convention, and a renaissance faire, but mostly, as Voltaire(yes the musician that me and lycaenion are huge fans of) put it, "We're all nerds here."  Lycaenion and I (since she will kill me if I use improper grammar...grammar nazi.  "No grammar for you!"  Wait, that's not right...) were both dressed in awesome black dresses.  My grandmother made mine.  It's velour(I think that's how you spell it) with a foot of tulle(not sure on that one either) at the bottom, which is like really tiny fishnet, and it had a gold-coloured rope belt.  Lycaenion's mom made hers, and it was also awesome, as stated above.  I bought a really cool necklace, and we got to see a Voltaire concert!  WOOHOO!!!  It was AWESOME!!!  On the downside, it went on until 11, so we got back to the hotel room at 11:15, which means I went to bed at 11:30...so I didn't fall asleep until midnight.  Thus, I am tired.  

And with that, I bid you adieu.  Hopefully my next update will be soon.

...but my only excuse is that I was busy the last couple of days.  But here's a summary:

February 5
My hair was a pinkish-red, but more red than pink, so it was okay.

February 6
A good day and a bad day, but mostly good.  I finally thought of a short story to write for English class, and I had no rehearsal for once.  However, my hair was pink again.  Bleh.

February 7:
My hair turned salmon, but my dad bought me some much darker red hair dye with a lot less pink in it.  It's a wine color, actually.
Me and a friend of mine who's a senior and is in the musical with me had a very in-depth discussion on "cabbages and kings," so to speak.  We debated on why communism failed, on our differing tastes and opinions on books, and most importantly, on elective and college choices and other such things relating to the career I want, Interior Design.

Today
Okay, so we had a half day from school today.  I'm going to the Valentine's Dance with my boyfriend later, as well.  Yes, I know, wonder of wonders, I have a boyfriend.  We've been going out since June.  I've never been to a dance before, though.  At least, not with a date.  There was the eighth grade dance but I didn't have a date and I was hyper on caffeine the whole night so I could keep dancing.  It was seriously fun, although my friends gained a newfound fear of me near caffeine (as they well should).

I'm going to dye my bang tips to that darker shade of red later today.  It's really time consuming, but at least this time I'll have a book to read while I wait.  My mom got these 4 books on interior design for me from the library, and I can't wait to read them.

Me and two of my friends (one of whom is lycaenion) have started a thing between us.  We are meercats.  For our official greeting/salute thingie, visit lycaenion's LJ.  Any way, we have now created a language to use between us, which I have still not gotten down, of squeaks and squeals.  All we have so far are vague concepts such as a sound for approval, and how to say such phrases as, "Your mother was a hampster and your father smelt of elderberries."  (Kudos to anyone who know where that's from.  Now...Fetch me! A SHRUBBERY!!  BOHAHAHAHA!!!)

See ya!

You know how I was so hyped up about how I had died the tips of my hair red yesterday?  Well, this morning, I went to school and guess what?  The tips were no longer red.  They had turned pink.  I hate pink with a fiery passion.  So I had to redye it after I got home from rehearsal.  My mom says that the pinkness had something to do with the"porosity" of  my hair, whatever that means.  So now my hair's even redder than it was yesterday, and I'm hoping it'll stay that way this time.  Dyeing your hair, even just the tips of your bangs, really is time-consuming.

On the short story front for English class...I've still got nothing.  Nada.  Zilch.  Nil.  ...You get the point.

In my interior design class(which I'm taking because I want to be an interior designer for a career), my teacher was absent today, so we watched an episode of Trading Spaces.  I won't go into detail, but let's just say that one of them had the color scheme from             1-131_1_(chartruse(sp?), black and white *shudder*) and looked like the 70's had exploded in the kitchen, and the other was a perfectly good design ruined because they didn't have enough budget money to put a finish on the pine wainscotting(is that how you spell it?) and buy slipcovers for the couches in a color other than white.  Not to mention the design error of making the wainscotting too tall for the short ceiling of the room.

See ya!

P.S.-Yes, lycaenion, I did use 1_337 just to tick you off. ^w^

Today, I dyed the tips of my bangs bright red.  It looks awesome.  Before I washed the liquidy part of the dye out, though, it looked like I had a head wound and the blood had collected at the tips of my bangs 0_o.  

I am also kind of upset, because I've now missed 2 weekends of Naruto (4 episodes) due to the fact that I've been at a sleepover for both times.  But the sleepovers were fun and I've already seen the episodes in the Japanese sub, so it's all good.

Normal people spread out birdseed on their porch and watch the cute little birds eat.  We spread out birdseed and end up watching the Finch mafia gang up on and attack any bird who comes near...except the mourning doves for some reason, I think they have an alliance of something.

The super bowl is on tonight. Joy.  (note the sarcasm)  My mother has gone out drinking with my aunt to celebrate her birthday, leaving me in a house with two hyped-up, testosterone-overloaded males for the night.  So I'm going to read fluffy(an equivalent to unsubstancial romantic mushy stuff for the uninformed) fanfics all night.

Caffeine Addiction Update:
I have had only 1/2 a cup of green tea today, because we have run out.  My head is pounding.  The rock music blasting out of my radio todrown out the football cheering probably isn't helping, though.

Yeah, soo... I finally got around to making an entry.  I got this because my friend in real life 

lycaenion