Janelle's 18th, As Friends with her Brother

A grand night at the Legend! :D Thank you for letting us join in the celebration!

(It's kind of rude of me to post only our pictures D: but..I really just wanted to post the WOOHOO pic. Haha. The rest of the pictures sort of fade away in its epic-ness.)

My *_____* First Sem Sched

Time		Tuesday		Wednesday		Thursday		Friday		Saturday
8:00 - 9:00										Architecture 7
9:00 - 11:30		Interior Design 10								Architecture 7
11:30 - 12:00		Interior Design 10		Russian 11				Russian 11		Architecture 7
12:00 - 1:00				Russian 11				Russian 11
1:00 - 2:30				Home Econ 101
2:30 - 4:00		Communications 3		Home Econ 101		Communications 3
4:00 - 5:00		PE (Walking)				PE (Walking)

YAY Russian! :3
I'll probably take up some sort of part-time job or something. Piano, anyone? :O
Or maybe I'll get more subjects..Hmm... decisions, decisions...

Isis with the Alopecia, a short fiction.

My name is Isis. I am eighteen and I love to dance. Also, I've been diagnosed with a kind of alopecia, which is to say I'm bald.

It doesn't bother me anymore. It did at first, and I wore a wig all the time until the lights were off and I'd take it down in the dark, where no one can see. But to take the wig down for somebody you felt close enough to was a lot harder than to just take it down from the start for the world to gawk at. So one day I decided not to wear the wig, and everybody thought that I shaved my head-hair off or that I was a rebel or that I was taking drugs. But I felt great after all that.

(Although sometimes when I dance I wear the wig so that people won't be distracted trying to see if I'm embarrassed dancing bald, and will just see the girl who can dance. Then when I'm done dancing I take it down and shock their socks off to Neptune.)

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I drew Isis earlier in the year. It's medical again, but I think this is way cooler than Subtleties.

A Blog of Nothingness.

Because I feel small and petty and insubstantial in the grand scheme of things, holed up in my home, as such; a skinny girl and I am singing to the rain.

I was supposed to draw Lucy at Starbucks today, but it got cancelled. She dreams of Percival on most nights, but he never spares her a glance. I am drawn to those kinds of stories.

It's the weather and the perhaps dim yellow lights in the room that brings out the pain.

Today my sister bought me ice cream, and it's a little bubble of memory that floats in and out among the sheets. I try hard to remember the taste, but I forget what happiness tastes like.
Especially when it rains.

School is a looming doom-cloud, in any weather. Bartholomew gave me a hug, and in that moment everything feels okay.

I Am Not Korean, As Was Suspected.

Me and me mum went to try Cafe Monaco for dinner, because purportedly*, they serve excellent food. Beep-beep is on duty tonight, so she wasn't able to go with. (*Source: GCC people and Michelle's driver haha)

So um, we enter, quite awkwardly, and I try to figure out which theme fits because:

 A. I've always thought it was some posh European cafe, as according to Wiki, Monaco is a small sovereign city-state located in South Western Europe.

B. They play Western pop, r&b, old songs, and the occasional rap.

C. They have a dodgy, downtown air.

D. The menu includes Korean, Japanese, and normal foods (just in case?).

I wasn't able to conclude anything. But we decided to order chapchae and the infamous bibimbap, which I've always thought was spelled beebeembap, and was a song you dance to.

We were served the Korean appetizers first.

Mm, yes,.. er.. appetizing.

It might be apparent to you at this point that I am not used to Cafe Monaco, or Korean food, but it was actually quite good (the appetizer), except for the fact that it was really really spicy, and I had to dampen my flaming mouth with water, which dampened my appetite just a bit as well.

My mom went *___* after taking a bite XD WE = N00B at spicy foods.


So after the rather eventful shot at Korean food, I was quite apprehensive about the meals we ordered. At some point I asked my mom what we were doing in there, to which she just continued to sheepishly chew her chapchae, which was a bit normal-er.

And so the Bibimbap came, and thankfully, it looked harmless. It's just that it had ketchup in the middle of everything, and I hate ketchup, so I gave it all to my mom. She had it with the egg yolk, and then she went *_____* because...surprise, surprise, it wasn't ketchup, it was the infernally spicy goo from hell. And I laughed.

I quite like Cafe Monaco, the waiter-who-does-not-look-quite-like-one was very nice. I'll just stick with the ramen next time :3

I Eat Paper and I Drink Ink.

Some kind soul let me draw on his guitar (which I have secretly named Pilate)! :3 Excellent.



He couldn't decide what to put in at first. So I said Turdles, because turdles are epic. But he said they were girly. Feh.

And since he didn't like turdles, the next epic thing would be Superman, so that's how it was.

Yay! This took me about.. two days? Including the amount of time I kept putting it off because I really didn't want to mess up.



Admittedly, I am awful at drawing superheroes, but I seem to copy them quite decently. This was taken from a tacky writing notebook.



Yaay~
*scouts for more duct-taped instruments*
Thank you, Mr. Man-with-the-duct-taped-guitar! :D

People These Days.

Just a tip. Never go to grocery stores right after they have just opened for the day, because
  A. They have yet to restock
  B. WELL, apparently, some of the staff choose that particular time of the day to pick their noses right in the middle of the aisle. Goodness.

Seriously. I was looking for something for a pie I had in mind (cream), but where it was supposed to be was a big gaping hole of nothingness. Due mostly for reason A stated above. Luckily, there was a staff woman in the same aisle. I was about to ask, innocently, when they would have it, but I was just.. really... speechless, stopped in my tracks, confused, didn't know what to do... SHE was just KNOCKING HERSELF OUT, explicitly, vigorously, bare-handedly, and posolutely grossly...totally ignoring me (Don't I look legal yet???) And I was sort of ignoring her too, to spare both of us the embarrassment, which she didn't have, by the way.

I'm pretty much the type who avoids regret as much as possible, but I've lost sleep (not to mention blogged about it >__>) just thinking that maybe I should have stared at her considerably until she regained her manners, after which calmly proceeding to ask her where the tissue papers are shelved or something.

Sheesh, I am such a dimwit. What happened was I just switched aisles and returned to the alleged aisle to look for the ingredient on my own when I made sure she left. Talk about lame.

*Name of grocery omitted. I would like to stay considerate despite the episode.