Fly

Across the Lethe River and in Charon's boat, my soul lingers longingly, glancing at the scenery of the afterlife. Oh! There are the sweet, lush fields of Elysian fields. An island paradise surrounded by sparkling turquoise water. Orchards in abundance and hums of joy drifting on the cool breezes. Farther away are the Asphodel Fields, endless in its nothingless. Densely packed full of mournful souls, crying out for an ending to the monotony of an endless existence. Then just a speck of dust in the corner of my eye, Tartarus breathes and shudders, a horror which exists only to terrorize the existence of others.

I've been so excited this entire week because our dance recital was this week and it actually went fairly successfully this time. Our class had on this gentle, spring green skirts with poofy white shirts, a tight corset, flowers in our hair, and some ribbons on the puffed sleeves. It was beautiful. Naturally I was dying to get to the photo shoot by Keiko Guest Photography at the studio as this was the first year that my parents have agreed to it. With my beautiful satin pointe shoes on, makeup carefully primmed by mom, and costume painstakingly smoothed, I set into the shooting room with a racing heart, big smile, and sky high expectations. Apparently my expectations were just too high to be realistic at all for me and I had overexcited myself for the event. The resulting photos weren't exactly awful, but I don't dare post them as my profile picture either. All in all, my poor inflated dreams were crushed by my own lack of skill and poise. Guess I'll be waiting until next year now..when I'll be able to enter the room again with renewed confidence and thoughts of improving since this year. Maybe I will improve, but I'll also most certainly never achieve the sparkly, pristine visions that just swirl through my head.

New Drama Unveiled!

About this time last year I posted about the manga Hana Kimi (Hanazakari no Kimitachi e). Well, this time I'm here to spread word that SM Entertainment is set on producing a drama version of it this summer! For those unfamiliar with the name, SM is a Korean company with the popular boy groups SHINee and Super Junior among others. As representatives from the company revealed “The Korean version will have a total of 16 episodes that draw out stories of hopes and dreams. It’s a teenage comedy with a cute, but strong storyline and a slew of handsome cast members. We’re planning to begin airing it this summer.” Previously there have been Japanese and Taiwanese adaptations of the manga, but I'm hoping that this will be the best one yet as I'm looking forward to seeing my favorite boys cast inside. Not that I can really judge though, as I haven't had the fortune to view the two other versions. However, this one I definitely will not miss! Does anyone else know what they're going to be doing this summer? ;) Because I surely do.

Future notices may be posted as the cast is publicized. However, it depends on my schedule because now is also the time of year for the dreaded AP Exams -.-"

Italian Bagels

So the Ap Humann Geography exam is coming up in about two weeks. now normally this is considered one of the easier exams, so it should be a breeze. But since our teacher is such an idiot and gives us food days and nature walks even so close to the date of the exam when we are so behind, I am seriously more stressed out about this exam than anything else in my life. That is all I have to say. I'm so mad at Mr. Bagley that I don't even want to spend any energy being mad at him. What a nuisance.

Mirror Mirror on the Wall...

tell me, when am I fairest in the day? Recently I've made a rather surprising discovery that probably no one else would ever care to know. For some odd reason unbeknown to myself, I find that I prefer looking at myself in the mirror more at night than in the morning. The weird thing is, I don't do anything that'll drastically change my appearance during the day. I wear no makeup, don't change my hair, nothing. And yet, I find myself to seem better looking when I look at myself later at night. It's a slightly shocking revelation to me, but then again, what part of me is normal? Again I wonder, what is normal? What is strange? Not for the first time I would love to be able to ask others awkward questions to see if I'm alone in my findings. Maybe there's even a possible correlation between this and the fact that I love staying up so late but hate waking up.. Just an ever so tiny possibility. But probably not. It seems like I'm always trying to connect two completely unrelated things.

End Story

Has anyone ever thought about on the ironic legacy of modern science, which promises to bring progress to humans but is really only speeding the end of the world?

Peanut Butter Sandwich

Dude. I am speechless with awe at how extremely stupid and ignorant our AP Human teacher, Mr.Bagley can continue to be even in the face of death. It been the second time this week that peanut butter has been brought into our classroom. On Monday, one of my classmates with severe nut allergies-meaning she can die within 2 minutes of exposure to nuts, not even touching them or anything-had to leave class because a student had forgotten the other's allergy and began eating cashews. Luckily that time it was caught within seconds. Even so, the allergic student could not return to school until today and today in class her safety buddies smelled a nutty aroma and then saw her paling and start to tremble, which is when they immediately pushed her out of the class. I am told that she would have into apoplectic shock had she been exposed a few seconds longer. While she is recovering and in no danger of dying now, this is unacceptable. This teacher of ours seems not to be able to realize the magnitude of her allergy and continues to treat it as a nuisance while failing to check that no one is bringing nutty items into the classroom. Instead when he started yelling at us today, practically the only thing that came out of his mouth was concern for his new job, telling us that he was going to get fired if we kept these accidents up and that he did NOT want to be shipped of to fight in Afghan. I can understand not wanting to fight, but the class won't take him seriously if all he cares about is keeping his job. No, he needs to impress the fact that someone could seriously DIE from exposure. At this rate, I think the only person in the class who seriously doesn't understand is the teacher. Wow, good job Mr. Bagley. You say you'll "take care" of us? Well go on, don't hold back now, because I haven't seen any of it, either educationally or healthwise.

Clouds

It's such a rainy day outside today. The general mood of things has lowered quite a bit and while I usually like a soft drizzly landscape, today's weather is far it. The clouds seem harsh and endless with rain gushing down like it's trying to drown the world. I love drizzling rain that bathes our yard in a misty glow of sorts. Then when I look out the window it seems as though I'm looking into a fairybook with the perfect setting of spring flowers and mist. The ethereal landscape seems to be so alive and peaceful but also with the perfect hint of mystery. Now though, there is nothing peaceful about black clouds and entire sheets of rain. This rain speaks only of despair, misery, and depression. This is the kind of day that people long for nothing other than to be able to huddle in bed all day, thinking thoughts of nothing and nothing.