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|miwako-chan (profile) wrote, |
on 3-1-2004 at 10:07pm
|Current mood: discontent
Music: Aoi Hitomi the instrumental version
Subject: It's raining outside and thats how I feel on the inside
|Well today was all right. Nothing really new has been happening lately. My life seems to be turning very monotonous. School went by slow, and boring. There has to be more to life than this, ne? The only good thing that happened in the school day was that I came up with an idea for a manga. It's about this average girl who needs to find the 12 oracles (one for each Zodiac sign (Leo, Aquarius, Pisces, Libra, Virgo, Aries, Saggitarius, Taurus, Cancer, Capricorn,Gemini, and Scorpio)) Yeah I'm not too far into the plot but it will go something like that. In 5th hour, I started to talk to a girl named Amanda Baas. I really have never talked to her much but she is very nice. She wants me to get a xanga, but I am not sure. I found some interesting information on Japanese fashions, so I am a little bit excited about my report. I gave Miss Barth back her nasty old progress report which my mom wrote upon. Choir also went by very slow.
When I got out, my friend Lizziegh and I went on the bus and came home. I took Gizmo out to go potty and soon after I had an awful stomach ache (too much candy on Saturday I suppose) I ate a primarily vegetarian dinner, consisting of peas, beans, a tortilla with a small bit of chicken and a lot of lettuce, and mushrooms (natures candy!!!). I went downstairs and danced for an hour and then came back up. I played some Mario with my dad and when we died I called Joe. His mom answered and he wasn't home. He was at another basket ball game. I wish he was home... I am really starting to miss his voice. I haven't talked to him in two weeks and I am just bummed out about it. I keep seeing a boy wearing a nintendo shirt and I start to miss him again. I can't wait until summer when we can talk more and maybe even work together at Art Works. I just keep seeing him in my dreams. It's like a vision that never leaves me alone. Whenever I see something it reminds me of him.
It is still raining and I can still hear the rumble of thunder in the background. I will not be at school tommorrow so that Mr. Gossett will think I'm sick. You see, I have an Art Works meeting the same time as my choir concert and I would rather go to Art Works.
I miss Joe... I really do.