WARNING: THIS JOURNAL BELONGS TO TANTOMILE. ANYONE READING IT BETTER PUT IT DOWN THIS VERY INSTANT, OR I WILL KILL YOU. THAT MEANS YOU, CORI!
Date: August 30, 2010
6:30 AM
Good morning, journal. Rise 'n shine. I'm pretty tired, but since we live a long way from school, Mom made Cori and I get up bright and early. Joy.
In case you can't tell already, journal, it's my first day of school. I would say that I'm excited, or scared, or whatever, but I'm too tired to tell…
Breakfast time. Will write more later.
6: 50
Ate breakfast (soggy cornflakes, ick.) Brushed hair, combed teeth- no, combed hair, brushed teeth, that type of stuff. I hate having to wake up so early AAAARGH.
7:05
I'm currently sitting outside on the porch while Cori and Dad try to get the car started. (When Dad tried to start it the first time, it made a "chg-chg-whrrrrrrr….kff" noise. Yes, exactly like that. The "kff" was when it refused to start, FYI.)
In the meantime, I might as well write down my schedule and all that junk.
First Hour: AP Spanish (yo hablo un poco español…)
Second Hour: Algebra (Oh Bast… I'm going to die…)
Third Hour: (Monday-Thursday) Swimming (Friday) World History (which will make me die even more... although I woulda thunk that they'd have me doing History more than Swimming... eh. Whatever.)
Fourth Hour: Lunch, obviously.
Fifth Hour: English
Sixth Hour: Biology (At least the day ends on a good note… right?)
So, that's my schedule. And I'm still really tired. And I really wish that- oh, wait, I think the car might be starting up…
7:06
False alarm. Again.
9:24
We're FINALLY at school. (Well, five minutes from school.) The car kept stalling, so we had to pull over a billion times, and now we're late. How wonderful.
Anyway, I'll write more at lunch, when I have time and am not as tired…
12:30 PM
Hola, mi cuaderno! (Yes, I know you aren't a notebook, but I don't know how to say journal in Spanish yet SO THERE.)
I'm feeling a lot perkier 'cause of the food. Even though it's gross cafeteria food and tastes like chlorine because of swimming. (MY LEGS ARE SO SORE. HOW DO SWIMMERS PUT UP WITH THIS?) Anyway, I'm sitting alone at lunch because I FEEL LIKE BEING ANTISOCIAL, DAMMIT.
I really need to stop using so many capitals. And I shouldn't write in pen, either. What if I wrote fu- a swear word, or something, and couldn't erase it? Like I almost did? (Er, almost wrote something?) 'Cause then if Mom or Dad read it or something…
Mom, Dad, if you guys are reading this, I was totally going to say "fudge" up there. But then I couldn't figure out why saying "fudge" would be a bad thing. Fudge is delicious.
Well, chocolate fudge is.
And "dammit" isn't a swear word. It's saying that you think something should be sent to the underworld, or whatever you want to call it.
And if you are reading this, WHY CAN'T YOU OBEY THE WARNING AT THE BEGINNING? SHEESH!
Oooh… there's a really, really good-looking tom over at that table…
… is he walking over here? HE IS. HE'S COMI
12:35
… he walked straight past me.
I HAVE SUCH A SUCKY LIFE. The only tom who ever notices me is that creepy perv, Admetus… he's really, really freaky.
I'm sure that Mister Hot Tom isn't nearly as pervy. Even though he's totally gorgeous, and most gorgeous guys are pervs…
Stop thinking about that, Tanto! You must have HOPE! All else fails, you can go with your backup plan of marrying Steven McKellar. Even though there's an age difference. And he isn't as cute as Hot Lunch Tom- no, Mister Hot Tom. Hot Lunch Tom makes it sound likes he's some weirdo who walks around carrying microwaved food 24/7.
I guess I should finish eating my lunch now, journal. Adiós.
10:30
Sorry for not writing sooner, journal! After I got home, I played some videogames with Cori (Portal is now my favorite game EVER) and then our parents took us out to an Indian restaurant to "celebrate" our first day of school. Even though I didn't want to celebrate, the food was really good. I had the chicken tikka masala, and although it was really spicy, it was yummy. Mmm…
Anyway, I'm super-tired, so I'm gonna go catch some sleep. Buenos noches!
Date: August 31, 2010
7:30 AM
Dad's taking us to school in Mom's car today, and Mom's carpooling to work with a friend. We're getting a mechanic to come look at the car on Sunday. (I really hope he doesn't smell as bad as the last mechanic we hired. I swear, that guy hadn't showered in a month, at least.)
At least I'm more awake than I was yesterday. I'm listening to JoCo right now- have I mentioned that he's my new favorite musician? Yeah, even better than Civil Twilight. (Although I definitely wouldn't marry him. Sorry, Jonathan. I'm marrying either Mister Hot Tom ((whose name I need to find out… or come up with one for…)) or Steven McKellar.)
Okay, journal, I can see you aren't convinced of JoCo's awesomeness. Whatever. I WILL CONVERT YOU MWAHAHAHAHA!
… Cori's giving me weird looks because of my laughing evilly in the car. SCREW YOU, CORI.
Not literally, though. Eeeew. Incest is icky.
Anyway! Three- no, four- things I have to do today:
One- Figure out a name for Mister Hot Tom. Or ask him his name. But he didn't notice me at lunch, so I'm kinda nervous to try...
Two- Listen to more JoCo. ("Octopus, some kind of oooctopuuuus! Tearing my shell apart, letting the sea get in… you make my insides outside!")
Three- Get through the school day.
Four- Perform a Self-Evaluation. I meant to do it yesterday, but I forgot.
More Info on Four- I've decided that, if I want to find a boyfriend/more friends, I'll have to work on being… I dunno, cooler? Prettier? Whatever. I'm going to do a personal Self-Evaluation at least once a week, and work on making myself prettier and less geeky and stuff. (I'll regret giving up the videogame time with Cori, though… sadface. BUT IT MUST BE DONE IF I WANT TO DATE MISTER HOT TOM.)
I also need to work on my Spanish. Maybe I can arrange a study date with Etcetera, or something. (I'm in Spanish with her. She seems pretty spazzy, but she's also the only person in Spanish that I actually know, so… yeah, I'll get working on that.) Mom keeps bugging me to practice Spanish as much as possible. ("It's different from learning Biology, Tanto," she tells me. "You have to keep practicing it and using your vocabulary as often as you can! It's all about repetition, repetition, repetition!" … she found the fact that she repeated "repetition" funny. … I didn't.)
Well, I'm going to try to find a name for Mister Hot Tom now. I'll talk write to you later, journal.
8:00
I have decided that his name will be Leon until I find out his actual name. Leon is a shmexy name for a shmexy tom.
12:25 PM
Once again: SO SORE FROM SWIMMING. My food (peanut butter sandwich) tastes like chlorine again. I smell like chlorine. I smelled like chlorine yesterday. I get the feeling that I'll smell like gross, chlorinated water for the rest of my life. I also get the feeling that swimming in chlorine will end up pickling me, or something. Like a mummy- Thutankamun or something.
I'm less antisocial today, and am sitting with Cassie and Exi
HOLY COW ADMETUS IS BEING SUCH A CREEPY PERVERT AGAIN GAAAAAAAAAH.
He was staring at Cassandra, and it was really really really creepy, but she finally noticed him and gave him a Death Glare of epic proportions. He totally deserved it.
Just like he deserved my flicking him off. CREEP.
I really hope nobody's reading this. Especially not Mom or Dad.
Anyway, because we wanted to avoid Creepy Creep McCreepCreep, we got up and went to a different table.
Random Side Note: I really wish I had more friends. Even Cassie and Exie think that I'm kinda weird and geeky. (At least, I think they think I am.) I kinda wish I had a group of best friends, like Vicky and Cetty and co.
Ah, well. That's what Project Self-Evaluation is for, right?
Right.
… I need to stop talking writing to myself. Then again, that's what writing a journal is, isn't it…?
Well, I'm going to finish my chlorine-y lunch now. Yummm. (Not.)
6:00
I'm back home now, and I'll finish my homework later. Right now it's time for- you guessed it-
PROJECT SELF-EVALUATION!
(Okay, I sound way too happy about that. STOP SOUNDING SO HAPPY, TANTO. And stop writing in capital letters. With a pen. Even though pens make it look so much prettier.)
6:10
After standing in front of the bathroom mirror and evaluating myself for ten minutes, I have come up with several problems that I have. I'll organize them into two sections, to make myself feel fancy.
Physical
Tantomile isn't a particularly thin girl, and is too heavily-built to be pretty. Her shoulders are too broad, and she doesn't have nearly enough curves. Also, she tends to wear jeans, black t-shirts, and sneakers- which hardly attract any toms. However, it isn't as bad as when she wears her Legend of Zelda shirt (even though that shirt is PRETTY DARN AWESOME.) She should wear horn-rimmed glasses instead of contacts, with a white blouse (preferably with puffed sleeves) and form-fitting jeans. She should also pay more attention to her hair, and use all those special shampoos her mother got her before styling her hair, instead of just washing it and leaving it to dry (or just running a hairdryer through it like she does in winter.)
She will never be able to seduce Leon with the looks she has now.
Never.
Personality
Tantomile isn't nearly girly enough, and is too obsessed with videogames and not-mainstream (sidestream?) musicians, such as Civil Twilight and Jonathan Coulton (whom she calls JoCo, for some reason.) She's also too antisocial, organizes things to make herself feel fancy, and is too cynical in regard to some people/events. To fix these problems, she should get rid of all her videogames (although it might force her into videogame withdrawal,) try to stop being so OCD, listen to mainstream music (even if it sounds terrible to her) and hang out more with more "normal" queens, like Etcetera and Jemima.
… I'll put these suggestions into use on Monday. I NEED TO BEAT TWILIGHT PRINCESS FIRST. DAMN YOU, GANONDORF!
… Ahem. I'm going to go finish my homework now, then I'm off to bed.
Buenos noches, mi cuaderno.
(Yes, I still don't know what journal is. So sue me.)
~TJ~
This is really fun! ^_^ I meant to get the first two chapters done today, but didn't have time with school and whatnot. ;A; Anyway, it's great to be able to write something where I don't have to worry about describing things (which I always forget to do well) and not using too many capital letters and whatnot. And I'm really excited about being part of a group project with such cool people. ^_^
Did you like it, or no? Please review and let me know!
P.S. I don't own Cats, Civil Twilight (including Steven McKellar) or Jonathan Coulton (also known as JoCo, also known as the guy who wrote Re: Your Brains and Still Alive, which extreme videogame geeks like me and Tanto will recognize as Portal's ending credits.)
