Still you do not answer...

The only English line of the relatively creepy Japanese song I was listening to two songs ago. Funny as it is, I am bored. Out of my mind.And although I was sure I wouldn't bother posting here for another week or so, here I am, bored. But this blog was created to lift my boredom and it has been my almost diary like thing for two years already? I don't know and I don't care either. I just realized thanks to looking at my school-diary or whatever I should call it to no cause confusion that all cryptic messages I am giving my future self will be in vain for I managed to forget why I wrote the number 751 in my school-diary...about fifteen minutes after I had done it. Obviously my memory is improving. Leaving my horrible memory aside I shall also mention that Madly was a very sweet darling for stalking K and I. It was very amusing to listen to her talking about it and although the impression of what was happening was more fail than it should've been, I still found it funny. I now own a socially awkward penguin in English class. Or at least that's what I decided considering I drew a small penguin in my textbook. After our sort of weird English class I rushed off to my who-knows-how-many-have-there-actually-been-but-it's-still-a-lot pole vault competition. And there my coach rushed me although I actually got to compete about an hour later. Well, my competition was sort of average. I actually managed to run properly this time(which is sort of a miracle considering I could feel that my leg was going to start hurting and the other leg had two nice gashes from Monday's practice), but of course, who would need their hands? It's not like they're important or something like that. Pfff. Oh well. Considering that I am now not so bored and constantly sidetracked, I'll try to keep things as short as possible. Although I actually am just afraid that I won't remember the topics I wanted to rant about. One topic I actually remember is actually not a rant, it's a simple statement: I'm a scent pervert. Enough said. Also Windy told me just know that she managed to dump a pot filled with rainbows and donkeys on her head. because obviously I can't say colour(that sounds off) oooh, I remembered now that it's called paint. Never mind. And I have now nothing to rant about. Except that my timetable is boring. And I like robots.

Meow,
H.

*insert random fit of giggles*

Oh well, after another two nerve-wrecking days, I actually got a response. Which was positive. And that's pretty much it. Because this is a blog where I am supposed to rant and I actually was going to rant on whatever came to my mind(meaning I really had a few topics ready) but now suddenly I am drained of any motivation. Oh well. You should just realize that I am very happy and waiting for the conspiracy that is bound to ruin my life appear. But meanwhile I'm just going to enjoy life.

Toodles,
H.

No reaction.

So as I mentioned before in my posts, I was sure something bad was going to happen. Guess what? It did. FAD was a sort of catastrophe, because I hurt a person who is dear to me, but whose feelings I do not return. And in addition I had a head ache and a very frustrating picture, which did not make the day better, but at least my sanity was lost and I made my mind up to get hurt too and confess to K. After two days of sort of missing the chance(Side note to my future self: DAMN HEIGHTENED SENSE OF SMELL!) I finally did it today before my Physics prelim. I won't go into details(because I am attempting to eat ice cream and I don't want to live through that moment another time), but I am currently waiting for a response(read: There is this nasty gut wrenching feeling that won't leave me alone. It really makes me anxious). Also, Madly is not helping, because she is asking about details and then she is so nice as to say that he will actually respond in a positive way. Also another message for Windy: HOW THE HELL COULD YOU JUST...LEAVE? That was bloody suddenly and I wasn't prepared dammit! Okay, that is it. Another reason why I decided to confess was because I am sort of sick with myself and I am hoping to get over him once he rejects me(Because that is the only logical choice). But the whole confession thing actually did not give me any sort of emotions. I mean sure, before confessing I was bloody nervous and I had all sorts of troubles and thousand scenarios were flying around in my head, but the confession itself was extremely awkward. And currently, I don't regret that I confessed, but I don't feel relieved either. Also, I was sure before I didn't want to hear his response, now I am bloody anxious about it. Oh well, we'll see what sort of guts he has and what will happen. But Wednesday( the first day where I was supposed to confess), was sort of scary. Whatever courage I had had on Tuesday was gone on Wednesday and I felt physically sick thinking about it. And in the end I didn't do it. But Wednesday itself was very nice, because we were meeting up with a couple of classmates to discuss Literature for our prelim on the next day. It was really nice and I liked it a lot, mainly cause I found out that Gatsby actually had sort of interesting details and well it was fun to watch other classmates whine because we weren't sharing our thoughts with them. Thursday began wonderfully(sarcasm alarm). I had a dream. I confessed in that dream. I got rejected. That was bloody miserable, because I had a feeling it would be a sort of futuristic dream, because I had told Madly that she should tell K that I have something to tell him(it was because I had a sudden departure and to make sure I wouldn't back out, I called Madly to tell her what she should tell him). But Thursday was even worse than Wednesday. I saw him, but we didn't even get to talk. He just left before. I was quite mad, but I could breathe with a lot more ease after that. Oh well. I did my Literature prelim with Windy, it was quite successful and then I went to a pole-vaulting competition. I was sure it would be another catastrophe considering our coach was not present, but it turned out nicely, I jumped a decent 2.94 which meant that my 2.95 in January was not a fluke. After that I went home and started studying Physics(read: procrastinated studying by talking to people). And well today, i was nervous as hell again, did my awkward confession, got no response thanks to a darling Allan, did my Physics prelim, went home and now I am here(with a finished bowl of ice cream) wondering what I was thinking, if hitting my head against the wall will help me or what he is thinking(again, I am not sure if my phrasing was correct, so he might have not understood me...but Windy thought he did considering how weird he acted afterwards, which I am sort of taking as a rejection already). And whenever I have the chance, I wish I could sing my heart out. Because I have a feeling it'll help.

EDIT: Because I forgot to mention it before and my anime is not particularly slow but I want to listen to music, I will also mention the fact that I started sort of categorizing people according to anime. Two Randoms and Allan. And turns out that my first thought on my Random was the most accurate one considering that any thoughts I had afterwards and which I presented to Windy were argued against. Oh well. And my Earl Grey ran out yesterday, so now I am drinking a slightly more cheerful forest fruit tea. Not that it would make me particularly happy at the moment.

Random is a healthy lifestyle(NOT! Trust me Windy, I am losing it currently),
H.

Forever Alone Day, bloody hell and a historical History prelim

So in honor of Forever Alone Day, I decided to share my thoughts on this very curiously queer holiday. Although it used to bear the name of Valentines Day, it has now been dubbed as FAD by 9gaggers and meme-lovers, because the whole point of this holiday is to either show off your love life or cry yourself to sleep because there is no such thing as a love life. Either way it is not a very pleasant holiday, although it has also gained the meaning of expressing your love to friends, to make them see that you care(although that is not a definition accepted by the Oxford Dictionary. Said dictionary dictates that it is a holiday to express your romantic love by giving flowers or chocolate or whatnot. From men to women. Or something along the lines of that). Just another holiday. My opinion currently is that it's the only day where you should appreciate being single. Because I am a sore loser and couples have the lovely duty of gifting each other. Or well, they're mad at each other when they don't. And then a break up occurs. Yaaaaaaaay. So yeah, that is my lovely opinion of Valentines day. Now I should make a recap of whatever has happened in the mean time, because time flows continuously and never stops. Sort of sad, because if not, I would love to stay in one or another weekend. That means, this weekend was oddly satisfying despite the fact that I ended up staying home most of the time. But I like weekends where I am not bored and small happy things happen. Though I've been yelling at my brother since Sunday. A lot. And I've been using the term bloody very much. Oh well. It's probably this weeks trend and then I shan't use it that much anymore. And now to my favourite topic: our lovely History prelim. It was quite nice, considering it was loads easier than I imagined it to be. But the three hours of learning at Windy's place didn't go to vain...I think. I like studying with Windy and I shall repeat it tomorrow when we'll start discussing Literature tomorrow. Besides the History prelim I found out that I had passed my Math prelim with flying colours and I am still stuck with my -2 points. I hoped I could actually manage better sometimes, but since it's staying I'll just have to accept it and be happy. At least tomorrow will be a prelim free day and I am wondering if I should bother going to school. Although I am probably going ice skating so I see no reason to not go. Besides I still have a revenge to get. Oh well. It's going to be busy tomorrow. My dreams have been awfully restless and they have involved a lake of fire, which was then extinguished by water (In the dream however, it did not make sense to me because at that moment I thought fire was supposed to extinguish water. Oh well.) and me getting a nice wound which seemed quite empty when I peeked at it. But it didn't hurt like wounds usually do in dreams so I won't complain. So now I will end this with this bad premonition that I will manage to do something utterly stupid today. I have no idea but this has been haunting me since yesterday and it might've been a reason why I couldn't sleep the first one being a lovely headache. But I am hoping for the best. I also managed to friendzone Windy, who didn't seem too happy about it. Oh well. She just has to live with it.

Meow,
H.

Skygliding accross the universe

So after starting this with a title and then leaving it be for a few hours, I have now finally decided to make this blog post. I'm progressing obviously. Firstly I would like to point out that the title is mainly here to be awesome.Sound awesome. Eat awesome. Whatever it likes the most currently. Secondly, yesterday I saw the most awesome pole vault competition ever. I just was on a sort of high when the last two competitors were pretty much outdoing each other and themselves. It was really awesome and yeah I was on my seventh cloud or something. Oh well. Now I would like to talk about the awesome day I had today, starting with my dream. What ever the point was of that dream I can't remember, I only remember that at one point I was occupying two chairs in front of a computer and then somebody came and gave me a couple of cats. They were very cute cats and behaved like little angels when they were in my lap. The only problem? They were heavy. So I was quietly dying there. Oh joy. It was Kadi's birthday, and she had lots of food with her. Nutella...mmm...So yeah, I found another cake I love. Because for some weird reason, I am not a big fan of cakes. But when I am, they usually have tons of chocolate in them. And I just now realized that I am quite violent. For more information, ask my brother whom I almost managed to kill. Yes, a typical Friday. But he started it, he stole my chair. Anyways...The rest of the day was quite meh, although I did enjoy our group something we managed to do some time in some place. Yeah anyways after school I started teaching math to one of my nature class person, whose nickname for this blog is currently non-existent, since I am too lazy to think one up. Oh well. After that we caught up a little on her dramas and then I managed to get home. And I've been sitting here ever since, occasionally getting myself food or making tea in the kitchen. I attempted to read our last book in Literature but it was not very interesting so I gave it up quickly. Then I spent an hour or so in agony since my anime was being a slow poke and not loading properly. And at one point, my brother left for his drum practice thing so I could sing karaoke. It was very entertaining considering that ALL Vocaloids have too damn high voices. So if I would get a chance to sing Karaoke tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, I would sound like I have had a little bit too much helium on Monday. But I don't think something like that will happen. It's a shame actually, considering how I like singing without having to hear myself. Oh also, when we were on the way home, the nature class person and I started making meows and all sorts of weird sounds and then there was a young family with their toddler walking in front of us and the toddler started meowing too. It was a very cute toddler. And after this statement I would like to point out that I have the mindset of pedobear. I'm not kidding. I would steal all cute little children for myself. though I would not rape em. But I would look at them and think, "In puberty he/she will be quite the beautiful person". So yeah, now you know.

Tüdelüü,
H.

Me, Soup and Virgin Day

That sort of title is messed up but the random conversation that started suddenly in my head(that sort where the term Skygliding and various other weird thoughts come from) was definitely concerning Soup and Virgin Day. At this point, my brain can no longer surprise me. Anyways the content of that chat was a bunch of girls discussing the fact that there will be no Soup on Virgin Day. And Virgin Day is practically everyday you are a virgin. And then they were all joining it. Yeah, I'd make a good Jehova's witness. And if not, then a great plot twist creator. Because that would make the lives for all sorts of writers and creators easier,no? And random dumb people from the street like me can get a job. That actually pays you something. Anywho...I have nothing to talk about. At least not something I thought like "Hey, this is something I should talk about in my blog!". But I do have a talk. Lately, I feel like no matter how much I converse with other people, I am still not properly socializing/bonding with them. And I just realized I can see the moon. The full moon. It makes me so happy, although I have no idea why I am so obsessed with it. Partly because of the werewolf legends and partly because I like the way how it lights up the night in my room. There two explanations, which do not explain why I like the moon, not why I am so overly obsessed with it. Random is a healthy life style. i also had some sort of other important text I wanted to add...but I forgot it. My attention span is short and my memory is even shorter. I started rewatching Code Geass, so I'll expect some sort of major obsession with L-tan again. Oh we'll see how it will turn out. Next week are the prelims and I have done nothing practical this period.Hehe, memory. Except for in today's physics class, where we heated up our not so precious pens and twisted them into awesome shapes. Ah, good times. And it's funny how I suddenly start socializing with more people from the nature (natüür mort...is what pops into my head every time) class thanks to Windy. Also, today I had a sort of more tiring practice than usual(meaning we did a lot of weird stuff, but at least I managed to do my sommersaults properly. Are they sommersaults? Saltos then if anything else won't work). So yeah, I am predicting that I won't be able to get out of bed tomorrow, because all my muscles will hurt like hell. Also, Windy hates Hildebrandt and my brother is creeped out by the fact that I get along with my classmates.

Tata~!
H.

Oh, so we do have something in common...

Dear FanFiction Writers,

Neville is a Wrackspurt.

Ron is a total Heliopath.

Draco Malfoy is a vampire.

Harry is a Crumpled Horned Snorkack.

And you all have minds infested with Nargles.

Sincerely,

Luna Lovegood



This is a very darling and awesome letter from Luna Lovegood. I like it a lot. Oh well, gotta procrastinate. Because we have to give our speech tomorrow. So I shall now graciously explain my title. For some reason, I started to feel uncomfortable with the Bridge club. Mainly because I realized that I sort of have nothing in common with any of them and that any sort of talk I attempt will fail horribly. The only ones who I could actually sort of talk for a longer time of period are Rainer and Allan. Mainly because I am familiar with the human type Rainer represents and on the ball I realized that Allan is a very interesting person to talk to, mainly because of his views. But it turns out that I was wrong. I sort of found out that Angela is familiar with DnD. Which means I could actually talk to her. Oh well. Even I can be wrong sometimes. Which means I am wrong most of the time. Oh well. On a lighter note, my brains likes sending me wrong signals. I had a sort of great dream that made me feel loved. And this time, I saw Madli and Kaisa in my dream. Not to mention another bunch of people from my class. But it was a sort of happy dream which, like usually, makes no sense at all. Oh well. And we finally got our new car. It was really smooth. I love it. And on a sort of weird note, I am now pretending that K either stalks Tuule or Madli.

I am hungry,
H.