August 30, 2010

Mood: I'm so tired… I need to quit partying all the time, Hahaha! No… I'm kidding, who would invite me to a party… I suck, don't I…

So, hi guys! It's Etcetera! Are you happy to see me? Well… not saying you're, like, a plural. You're just one diary, right? I'm so dumb… no wonder everyone hates me. And you're not even a guy. If you were, you might be hot, but you're just like, a book. I'm going to make you so pretty. And you will love me.

Hahaha.

Did I say I was Etcetera? Well, I am. It's nice to meet you. But you're like, non-living. A concrete noun. Blah blah blah, I don't get English anyway. Cause I'm dumb. I'm a freshman but I probably should be moved down a year cause everyone is smarter than me.

So, what's your name? Oh right, you're just an inanimate object, wow, I probably spelt that wrong. Anyway… your name will be… hmm… well, you do need a name, but you need the perfect name. Maybe I can ask Victoria sometime. Cause she's perfect. Maybe I should call my diary Vicky or something. She'd like that, right?

I write too much… you probably already hate me. Yes, I know that you can't hate me, but I'm going to give you a personality. You're like, really empathetic. And cute! You're going to be the listener cause I'm a major talker… writer… whatevs! Hey, am I cool? Whatevs! Whateeevs!

So, I'm kind of a loner. My mom seems to think I need support on my first days so she's driving me! Isn't that cool? No, not really, huh… but at least I get to be on the same bus as Vicky and Lectra soon!

What do you want to know? Um, so I have my schedule? Is that good? I should probably write it down in you (omg awkward) before I lose it. I always lose things, cause I'm majorly dumb. I'll probably lose you, I hope you don't mind!

So, here goes!

First hour: (Mon-Thurs) AP Spanish (no me gusta!), (Fri) Swimming (like, synchronized swimming? This is going to be totes cool, am I cool?)

Second hour: Biology (better than chemistry, I guess?)

Third hour: World history (Ew, sounds boring?)

(LUNCH)

Fifth hour: Algebra (I hate maths so much!)

Sixth hour: (Mon, Wed-Fri) AP English Literature (time to faip! Oops, fail… what a faipfail…), (Tues) Choir (I can't sing!)

I'm going to fail everything, right? Oh, pity me, No-name! Pity me!

My hand really hurts. Pity me! Oh… maybe I need to stop writing, then.

Lunchtime! I really wanted to write in you before, No-name, but I was so frightened that my teachers were going to, like, tell me off. I hate it when they do that. It makes me feel like my stomach is shriveling up. You know what the core of a nectarine looks like? Yeah, that's my stomach when a teacher tells me off. I've never got detention before. It sounds so scary!

Call me a goody-two-shoes, okay? I'm just not very brave.

Oh, also, my hand kinda hurt. It still does. I'm so silly sometimes, No-name.

I have no food. I told everyone I forgot my lunch. Just like last year, haha. I think they've stopped believing me cause they don't give me as much food as they used to… Victoria's brownie looks so delicious right now. She won't notice if I steal it, right? Oh, but I don't want her to be angry at me…

I'm writing during class oh my god, I'm such a daredevil!

But I'll stop now…

I really want to draw something here… but I'm scared…

I'm home now! Mom drove me… everyone saw her running up to me and kissing me a million times all over the face! It was the most embarrassing thing ever! I don't think I can go to school tomorrow now… Ugh… love you, Mom? But you're like, no longer Mommy, okay?

I hate this so much… and I don't think I'm getting this lipstick off my face anytime soon, eww.

August 31, 2010

Mood: Dead. Haha, just kidding! I gotcha, didn't I?

Hiiii No-name! It's me again! So, I'm still not on the bus, but I did tell Mom not to drive me right up to the school today. I don't want another embarrassing scene! Gosh, I can't believe her! And do you know what she said when I complained?

She was all, "Hahaha, that's my Etcy baby."

Oh my god! I think I hate her. But, I mean, at least I have a mom, right? I mean… I have no idea where my dad is… But you so don't want to know this depressing shit, right! Oops! Dirty word!

My mum is playing cruddy (that's not a dirty word right?) music and it makes me kinda sad. I think I'm going to stop here. You so don't want to hear about how sad I am.

Mom. Mom, don't even – argh!

She walked me up to the school. I don't even – and now people think I'm a total… ARGH!

Lunchtime again. I'm so hungry. But at least I'm going to be skinny since no one seems to want to feed me. Hmph! And then I'll be so skinny that everyone will be jealous and they'll be jealous of how damn bony I'm going to be.

Life will be awesome. And hungry. But mostly awesome.

Suck on that, bitches!

…I didn't say that. Oops, I'm using a pen! Can't rub it out! I'm such an idiot!

Not even going to talk about Mum today. Life is tiring. I'm totally shocked that I'm not suicidal. No! Etcy! Don't say that! Be optimistic!

…nah. I think I'm just going to grab some chocolate or something and watch TV.

…I forgot about being skinny…

DAMN YOU, NO-NAME. Why can't you support me? Why can't you be a better friend? Oh, pity me, No-name…

Which reminds me. You need a name.

…Argh! I think I might take a cold shower. All my best thinking is done in the shower. Tata for now!

A/N: Rawrrkitty here. Yes, this is me claiming Etcy in Nekosoda's Diary Group Writing Thing. So there. ;D If anyone wants classes with Etcy, her timetable is up there... somewhere... yup. Remember not to clash with what Nekosoda and I have already said. T'would be annoying. :O

But honestly, this right here? Fun times are ahead. Up there, that is Etcetera's character. So don't make her out to be anything else. Thanks guys. ;D OH! Suggestions for the name of Etcy's Diary? I'll probably change the title to that. So, yes.

Ask me if you have any questions regarding classes with Etcy, anything Etcy, really. Wanna be frahns? :'D

(I'm in NZ. American stuff confuses me. Please bear with me, alright?)

Tata for now!