Meimi is a sixteen year old fangirl. Her soul is owned by the evil mangaka CLAMP. Currently sparkles at drawing, reading manga with large amounts of yaoi fanservice, learning Japanese language, and watching Buffy.
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layout yeah yeah, those two again. again. I need to stop reading X and listening to those mix CDs, but neither is likely to happen soon...so it's Subaru and Seishirou again. song is "Foolish Games" by Jewel.
you took your coat off
and stood in the rain
you were always crazy like that
I watched from my window
always felt I was outside
looking in on you
you were always the mysterious one
with dark eyes and careless hair
you were fashionably sensitive
but too cool to care
then you stood in my doorway
with nothing to say
'sides some comment on the weather
Well in case you failed to notice
in case you failed to see
this is my heart bleeding before you
this is me down on my knees
these foolish games
are tearing me apart
your thoughtless words
are breaking my heart
you're breaking my heart
you were always brilliant in morning
smoking your cigarettes
and talking over coffee
your philosophies on art
Baroque moved you
You loved Mozart and
you'd speak of your loved ones
as I clumsily strummed my guitar
well excuse me - think I've
mistaken you for somebody else
somebody who gave a damn
somebody more like myself
these foolish games
are tearing me
you're tearing me
you're tearing me apart
and your thoughtless words
are breaking my heart...
you're breaking my heart
you took your coat off
and stood in the rain
you were always crazy like that
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layout yeah yeah, those two again. again. I need to stop reading X and listening to those mix CDs, but neither is likely to happen soon...so it's Subaru and Seishirou again. song is "Foolish Games" by Jewel.
you took your coat off
and stood in the rain
you were always crazy like that
I watched from my window
always felt I was outside
looking in on you
you were always the mysterious one
with dark eyes and careless hair
you were fashionably sensitive
but too cool to care
then you stood in my doorway
with nothing to say
'sides some comment on the weather
Well in case you failed to notice
in case you failed to see
this is my heart bleeding before you
this is me down on my knees
these foolish games
are tearing me apart
your thoughtless words
are breaking my heart
you're breaking my heart
you were always brilliant in morning
smoking your cigarettes
and talking over coffee
your philosophies on art
Baroque moved you
You loved Mozart and
you'd speak of your loved ones
as I clumsily strummed my guitar
well excuse me - think I've
mistaken you for somebody else
somebody who gave a damn
somebody more like myself
these foolish games
are tearing me
you're tearing me
you're tearing me apart
and your thoughtless words
are breaking my heart...
you're breaking my heart
you took your coat off
and stood in the rain
you were always crazy like that
np: Possession (piano version) - Sarah McLachlan
Mopey mood.
My mom said she'd let me cut the end of school tomorrow (hush hush, not classes but a joint school rally)...and be able to run to the nice movie theater super-early. I was planning with my friends ways to get them over later as I held seats and tickets (for CoS, what else).
So now my mother tells me no, she'll probably still take me out of school early, but we'll go up to visit John's mother in the hospital.
Now, I realize that I come off as incredibly bitchy for being upset by this. I'm not so self-centered as to believe that I'm more important.
I'm just upset, because now we can't do anything tomorrow. Most of my friends are on STR, which will be busy from Saturday till Monday preparing for the sophomore class retreat. And on Monday night, we're going to go talk to a financial advisor about my FAFSA form.
I'm not stupid enough to think that things like birthdays are more important than all this. I'm just upset because there are things that are more important, and this birthday is looking to be a very lonely one indeed.
And I will say that birthdays exist for the purpose of being spoiled rotten.
(Tara just rang my keitai and said she couldn't have gone to the movies anyway. I feel slightly less mopey now.)
these foolish games @ 10:09 p.m.
Chem teacher: And how are you doing on the problem?
Meimi: Well, actually, I'm kinda...not.
Chem teacher: I see. Is this because you are tired and sleepy, or is it an issue of low self-confidence?
Meimi: I think it's because I really don't want to be here right now.
Chem teacher: But you could do this problem if you needed to, you think?
Meimi: Oh, sure, if I look back at examples and things.
Chem teacher: Then I'm fine with that. As long as it isn't an issue of self-confidence. XD
Am currently developing hate for all that is college-related. Why don't applications and scholarship sheets get magically done on their own?
these foolish games @ 09:46 a.m.
Lalala...
A pretty slow, quiet weekend. I went to Mitsu yesterday, and my mom bought me the North Side artbook and Copic for my birthday, so I can't wait till I get to unwrap those. ^^ Mitsu Kino finally had storewide 10% off sale!!! It seems like every Kino has them except there. ^^; So I nabbed the first two volumes of Parakiss, X 17 for eyeball goodness, and November Asuka.
Does anyone know what pictures are in the X 2003 calendar? It looks absolutely gorgeous, and I was really tempted...but I had no idea what was inside...
Ughhhh...Hamlet "to be or not to be" soliloqy analyzation and parody due tomorrow. I don't wanna.
these foolish games @ 03:40 p.m.
Ingrid... *hugs*
"Something evil has returned to Hogwarts!"
Meimi: Dobby? ......oh. Wait. I guess not.
(But really, he looks so creepy. And he's just lurking at the bottom of the poster.)
Am home sick today. Side effect of being best friends with future valedictorian: she always comes to school no matter what, including times she's coughing, hacking, sneezing, and otherwise spreading germs. Because getting her best friend sick every single time, several times a year is a lot less important than missing a day of class. I am not going to be future valedictorian. I have the good sense to stay home and not spread the germs. Yes, I did miss double chemistry schedule today. No, I did not recieve anything but the token indifferent response of, "Well, sorry, but I just couldn't miss school."
I'm only a LITTLE bitter.
Must crawl back into bed. Ugh.
these foolish games @ 02:57 p.m.
np: half pain - Witch Hunter Robin
In other news, I bought the 2003 Chamber of Secrets school planner. Mmmmm. I bought Les the 2002 one last year for Christmas, and I think I'll have to buy her this one, too. Some fabulous pictures in there. They also have really detailed pictures of some of the wands and the like. The Gryffindor sword is gorgeous, really detailed etching on the handle.
And please, no nagging about Bound for a while, not even if I've asked you to nag me. My schedule is below for my benefit, mostly, but it gives you an idea. I'm not saying the next act will be months in coming, it almost certainly will be out sooner. What I'm saying is that I may be forced to kill you if you ask.
Nov 4: The senior class is fitted for caps and gowns. Eeeeeeeeeee.
Nov 18: I don't want to be seventeen. It's such an in-between number. Neither here nor there. Sixteen is so impressive, and eighteen is being an adult, but...no, not seventeen.
Nov 30: No, no, no, no CSU and UC apps...
Dec 7: SAT I again. Will remember my ID this time.
Dec 9-13: Final project due date hell. These will be my undoing - I have three, none of which will be easy or cute.
Dec 14: ACT.
Dec 17: High school exams. Also the day I am eligible to take my driving license test.
Dec 18: High school exams.
Dec 19: High school exams. AND the Japanese exam at night.
I'd like to finish my UC app, at least, this weekend. Get to work on my English paper before the end of the month. Work on SAT math and analogies..
these foolish games @ 09:42 p.m.
np: Kuuki to Hoshi - Sakamoto Maaya
*deep breath*
Right. This weekend. We closed this weekend, and let me say this: if ever anyone here is involved in a show, insist on having a critique at the end. It makes everything better. The production and people that had me banging my head against the wall for the past eight weeks...well, in the end...I learned from it. I didn't walk away mad or upset. In fact, I was pretty...happy. Almost ecstatic.
That girl apologized to the entire cast for not being ready at opening. That was nice.
Kat talked. She cried, and I started tearing up just by watching her...and then I talked, and I cried, too. I remembered what I said weeks and weeks ago, about theatre being the only worthwhile activity I've thrown myself into during all of high school. I said that through tears, and I realized that even after all of it - it's still true.
(We were the only two who cried.)
Then Heatherly talked, and she made a large, exaggerated speech to a person she refused to name. A person, she giggled, who has said time after time that she has no chance at getting into musicals. "And I've looked at the character list for the spring musical," she smirked to the room. "And I just want you to know, I really think you've got a chance, there's a character in there who's just so YOU..."
That was sweet. I always try out, of course, and I don't expect to get in this year, no matter what she says...but that was really sweet. It was even sweeter of her not to name me, although she did embarrass me later.
So overall...I'm pretty pleased. Our theatre program isn't about acting anyway. Not by a long shot. And that's a compliment. I think I learned that I shouldn't be a snob just because I'm a senior. I was reminded what our theatre program was about in the first place. And I'm aware that I'm getting incredibly sappy, but...well, I'm hopelessly in love with my school's program, and deep down, that'll be what I'll miss next year, and that'll be what I remember ten years from now.
these foolish games @ 09:18 p.m.
np: Iya - Chara
The past week:
Stage manager: Don't eat the props, don't eat the props, don't eat the props, don't eat the props...
Girl: My Cracker Jacks are missing!!
Stage Manager: ...DON'T EAT THE PROPS, DON'T EAT THE PROPS, DON'T EAT THE PROPS...
Sarah: ......where's my plate of fried chicken I eat in the second act?
Stage Manager: *erupts*
Meimi: I'm surrounded by idiots. *cries*
these foolish games @ 01:46 p.m.
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Right, off to class, then.
these foolish games @ 09:00 a.m.
Had an absolutely hellish week.
Baked all of Wednesday night. About eight cupcakes. Maybe a hundred. Who knows. We baked them, frosted them, and decorated them. Afterwards I never wanted to set sights on a cupcake again, and didn't even taste one (I was over it by the next day). I stumbled up to my room, exhausted beyond reasoning, and realized I still had to do the multi-cultural club banner. After a while of trying to convince myself it could wait until the next day, I sighed, put Buffy playing on my computer, and sat on the floor doing the banner until two AM.
Thursday. Sigh. Food fair was a distaster, after all that effort. The choral class stole the show, and now all the clubs are really furious because they stole everyone else's profits. This, you see, isn't fair, because classes have their own funding from the school in the first place, whereas clubs are poor. Made doubly unfair because the choral class raised about $300 and the choral club raised about $12. *groans* We made $17 when we usually raise around $40 or $50, and the only things that sold were the cupcakes...
All in all pretty miserable. Then Ali, Missy, and I went to Tara's house...we played Clue and watched Harry Potter. I can't wait for the Chamber of Secrets to come out, because I've seen the first movie so many times that I now have all dialogue memorized. ;_; Skipped class for the second time last night - not very bright, considering I might want to skip during my high school exam week or some such, and we can only miss three. Went home and fell into bed at nine, suffering from the worst headache of my life.
Play this weekend. SAT II $60 standby vs. sleep. Don't really want anyone to pay $60 for my dumb mistake, nor do I want to pay for it...so I might just not go.
these foolish games @ 08:33 a.m.
np: A Thousand Miles - Vaness Carlton
I meant to study this weekend. Study endlessly. Instead, I've been doing shows, eating meals, and sleeping during all the time in between.
Play practice is over. Thank goodness. Just three more shows. I shouldn't be so hyped to finish when this is my last fall play...but now that particular stress is about finished, I can add different ones. Current replacement plans: college applications, specifically UC apps due by end of November, and the task of losing fifteen pounds. Fun.
This week's reminders: Chem quiz Tuesday, multicultural club booth poster and decor, anime club booth baking.
these foolish games @ 07:55 p.m.
np: Drops of Jupiter - Train
Opening night was excellent with lots of energy. Second night was horrendous, with three-fourths the cast keeping their minds on the ongoing baseball game instead of onstage. Audience was fairly empty. Assumedly home watching the game.
I'm fed up with school. I don't like my English teacher. I'm very, very close to losing my temper with my art teacher. Because yes, she's about to screw me over again. With a assigned collage. *clenches teeth* I refuse. I put my foot down. I'm not finished with my current project, but...oooooh.
That's not even what's upsetting me. I haven't been rude to her at all, I've never given her a reason to dislike me. Now she's going out of her way to snub me during classes - she walks around the room one time each class to make sure people are working, and to comment on their progress. She passes me by every time. Never says a word about what I'm doing. Also (keeping in mind I'm the only girl in the room working on a portfolio, actually planning to major in art?), she keeps going out of her way to give every other girl in class information on art schools and programs. She has never done anything of the sort for me, not recently or in past years when I specifically requested that she tell me about summer programs (she brushed me off and told me that learning about those was the school counselor's job, not hers).
And I signed up for graphic design next semester, too. Because it's my school with their screwed "art program", it's not about graphic design. It's a calligraphy class. Why don't they call in calligraphy, then? I would try for a course swap, but my school is so limited that I'm fairly sure I don't have any more course options. I've taken nearly every course at my school by now - at least, there isn't a single thing left that I'm remotely interested in...
In even more brainless news, I really enjoyed tonight's Buffy. Seeing a fight between two major characters is typically reserved for season endings, and it was really excellent to see the whole thing play out, and the conflict rising. I really love all the constant references to previous seasons in recent episodes... ("Remember giving me Willow's message? 'Kick his ass'?" ".....I NEVER said that!") Little details like that, or how Willow kept D'Hoffryn's talisman...that's fun. The Anya musical number was cute.
these foolish games @ 11:01 p.m.
Girl: And then, like, he just left her when he found out she was pregnant.
Girl: Ooo, I hate people like that!
Girl: Ooo, I hate MEN like that!
Girl: Yeah, but I hate slutty girls, too. I mean, I've only done it a few times, but it was, like, with guys I really kinda thought I cared about-
Meimi: *restrains self from banging head against wall*
(I think they were freshmen. I wanted to cry.)
these foolish games @ 11:01 p.m.