a list of the things jen has done since last her update of "a skirt for sunday evening"
i have received all a's the first 6 weeks.
i have gone shopping and purchased over $40 worth of merchandise from hot topic.
i have ordered a friend the complete manga set of kamikaze kaitou jeanne for christmas.
i have located christmas presents from last year i intended to give last year.
i have turned 17.
i have been happy.
i have been depressed.
i have been happy.
i have been aggravated with the drop in grades my 2nd 6 weeks.
i have burned hundreds of cds of anime.
i have fallen in love. *starts laughing* naw, i haven't. though i have watched the ridiculous couples around me and have marvelled at how happy i am with being single. gives me more time to write :)
speaking of which, i have been inspired to write at least 5 other stories ppg exclusive; not necessarily romantic.
i have purchased the ppg movie.
i have watched said movie only 2.5 times. ;_;
i have purchased a total of 10+ movies @ 5 dollars each. XD
i have lived on turkey leftovers for weeks.
i have received a 1260 on my sat 1 (bleah :P).
i have taken the math level 1c sat 2.
i have registered for the act.
i have sliced at least 10 inches of hair off my head. my neck feels so NAKED.
as you can tell, i've been quite busy. i would be inclined to give you a list of things yet to come, including 10+ choir concerts @_@ *is going to die* and finals next week, in addition to college applications, but i've taken up enough space as it is. i wrote this little thingy before my birthday and intended to release it on my birthday (oct. 10) but ended up. . . not. hehe. about 2 months late. i'll talk about the next part of "skirt" later (which is approximately 97% done) but for now, take some time to read this short ditty. the author spent quite a bit of time analyzing it like the complete and total loser she is :9
-jen
*A Skirt for Sunday Evening*
~Your Lesson for the Week~
songbirdjen
[Scene is completely white, with no discernible corners nor indications of it being a room of any sort. Footsteps are heard echoing in the distance, continually growing louder and, apparently, closer. Finally a girl of about 16 steps into view, sporting olive green corduroys, an orange military-styled belt with a silver/black dragon buckle, a purple tie-dyed ppg shirt, a pink ppg watch on her left wrist, a green McCoy's bandanna on her head, bright red sunglasses, and 2-inch high chunky black shoes. You can't tell she's asian b/c of the glasses reflecting the light, but her hair is black and "shoots" down her back to her waist. Around her neck is a black cord, the pendant of which is a smiling Buttercup head]
weird-dressed chick {clearing throat}: Hi. This would be songbirdjen (the one, the only!). I realize the majority of you reading this are expecting part 7. . . or is it 8? Anyway, I know you're probably only reading this because you think it's the next part of "A Skirt for Sunday Evening," and, um. . . {starts to fidget nervously}. . . it's not.
[songbirdjen immediately ducks just as random items come flying at her, obviously aimed toward her head and with the intent of doing permanent damage to her body. Among the plethora of items are an old boot, computer keyboard, porcelain kitchen sink, ironing board, tv remote, stereo speaker, a PS2 (i wish), accordian, and a life-size electronic mooing cow]
songbirdjen {dodging and scrambling for cover}: But hold it!
[Things stop being thrown, except for one solitary red rubber ball, which songbirdjen gracefully catches with her face (that was sarcasm)]
songbirdjen {readjusting her sunglasses}: I suppose I ought to apologize for the lack of "NEXT PART," but senior high school year is proving to be a real BITCH to handle thus far, so my chances to get any real writing done have been more or less ZIP-PAH {pops lips on "PAH"}. God bless my English teacher, though, who loves me and makes things all the more easier. So, today, building on a handout I received from her while studying the "Hero Cycle," I've chosen to relate how the Hero Archetype and Hero Quest apply to "A Skirt for Sunday Evening."
There are twelve distinct Hero Archetypes, such as the warrior, the Creator, the Fool, etc., etc. But today, we're going to talk about. . . {pauses dramatically}. . . the Lover.
[All of a sudden a screen materializes beside songbirdjen and Buttercup, college version 1.0, in jeans and a t-shirt, pops on screen, landing on the "floor" with a hard thud. She appears to have no idea where the hell she is but doesn't talk, only looks around, a sour, confused look on her face]
songbirdjen {unfazed}: Yes, the Lover is considered one of the tweleve distinct Hero Archetypes.
[Buttercup in the background snaps her head to and fro in confusion]
songbirdjen: And every Hero has five defining characteristics, known as the Quest, the Fear, the Dragon, the Task, and the Virtue. These characteristics make up the components of the Hero Quest that our Hero--
[Buttercup's head snaps up]
sbj: --embarks on.
[Buttercup blinks and lifts up her hands, looking back & forth between them, more confused than sour now]
sbj: Now, first off, the Quest: the is the actual so-called "journey" the Hero sets out on. Many times the Hero doesn't realize she is on this Quest until it's too late to turn back. The Lover's Quest is to gain bliss. In Buttercup's case, she unknowingly falls into her Quest when she is a mere 7th grader.
[As songbirdjen says this the Buttercup figure onscreen next to her pops and turns into 7th grade version Buttercup, wearing camo cargo pants and a tank top]
sbj {leaning in and whispering}: Pre-chest development.
[Upon hearing this Buttercup's jaw drops, her eyes widen, and she blushes angrily, crossing her arms over her chest as if to hide the fact she has such a body part]
sbj {going on again}: She does so when she falls for Butch.
[7th grade Butch suddenly pops on screen next to Buttercup, and smiles and waves at her. She hastily steps back and holds a nervous hand to her mouth, blushing furiously]
sbj: And while she struggles with her feelings for him, her subconscious falls deeper in love and pulls her into the Quest equally deep, so by the time she formally acknowledges she's in love with him she's passed the point of no return.
[Buttercup bites her lip and warily reaches out to Butch right before he disappears. She blinks furiously, as if breaking from a trance, and stares dejectedly at the place he just stood]
sbj: She will not gain true bliss, or be ultimately happy, until Butch loves her back, and thus begins her pseudo-subconscious Quest. . .
{pauses, contemplating those last few words and whether they exist in the English language} . . . ahem.
Anyway-- {snaps fingers}
[Buttercup instantly reverts back to college version 1.0, in sweatshirt & jeans]
sbj: --we then have the motivating factor; the risk the Hero needs to take for the chance to succeed at her Quest.
{lowers her glasses slightly} Also known as the Fear.
{replaces glasses} The Lover's Fear is, as expected, the possible loss of love. With Buttercup, there are two possible factors that could be considered the Lover's Fear: first, losing Butch to another girl--
[Butch & Kendall pop into place beside Buttercup, holding hands. Buttercup only stares. In an instant they disappear]
sbj: And second, losing Butch because he cannot return her feelings.
[Butch pops on other side of Buttercup, who turns and moves toward him, opening her mouth to speak, but he shrugs, shakes his head, and disappears again. Buttercup's face falls, and she slumps a bit]
sbj: The first Fear is Buttercup's motivating factor, while the second Fear is the principle danger that may prevent her from attaining her Quest.
[Buttercup closes her eyes and runs her hands through her hair]
sbj: Moving on, the Task. What must be accomplished in order for success. The Lover's Task is to follow bliss. Buttercup expresses this in her ongoing feelings for Butch, despite his girlfriends, despite how long they've been friends, and despite the fact he doesn't love her back. In the "normal" Lover's Quest, the closer she stays to him, the more likely her chance for success, though that is to be debated in my story {shrugs apologetically}.
[Buttercup idly rubs the back of her neck, staring at the ground]
sbj: As for the Hero's Virtues, the Lover has two significant ones: Passion & Commitment. For Buttercup, Passion as demonstrated in the intensity of her feelings for Butch, Commitment as demonstrated in the incredible length of time she retains these feelings, from when she's 12 to 22.
{pauses a bit. songbirdjen's voice is quiet when she speaks again}
10 years is a long time to love someone and never tell.
[As songbirdjen speaks, Buttercup, who's still rubbing at her neck, suddenly traces the line of a golden chain around her throat and tugs at it, the necklace Butch gave her toppling onto the top of her sweatshirt. She licks her lips and swallows thickly]
sbj: And lastly, the Lover's Dragon. In the case of the Warrior, the Dragon is what the Hero slays or confronts. For the Orphan, the Dragon is what victimizes the Hero. Obviously, it varies from archetype to archetype. And in the case of the Lover, their Dragon is that which the Hero loves.
[Butch appears again, smiling and gazing sweetly at Buttercup. Buttercup lets her hands fall to her sides as she looks at him]
sbj: In Buttercup's case, Butch.
[Butch spreads his arms, and a happy smile lights her face, and she moves to embrace him]
sbj: The Lover's Dragon will be the cause of her torment and suffering.
[Instead of falling into his arms, Buttercup passes through him as if he were air, stumbles, and drops to all fours. She turns her head, a broken expression on her face as she looks back at him]
sbj: Standing right in front of her, but always hopelessly out of reach.
[He shakes his head and smiles apologetically, disappearing. Her lower jaw quivers a bit and her eyes shimmer]
sbj: Equally blissful and equally hurtful.
[Buttercup closes her eyes and sighs, kneeling and burying her head in her hands, her hair dangling around her face. songbirdjen silently tugs at the bottom of the screen, and it curls up, Buttercup with it. songbirdjen removes the tube and tucks it under her arm, salutes the imaginary audience, and steps off]
-||end lesson||-
***
i can name a number of people right now who i'm sure are very pissed off at me now. well, if it makes you feel better, the final part (yes, FINAL!) part of "a skirt for sunday evening" should be up within a few days. it's proving to be. . . epic. and has gone through much contemplation by me. specifically about whether i should be doing some additional editing, though in my opinion the rating doesn't exceed the most recent chapter's rating. i warned youse guys there, and you seemed cool with it, so this next chapter shouldn't be too bad. yep, it's going up without any more revisions. as for the rest of the fic, we'll see.
i was really embarrassed about the abysmal amount of typos i had in the last chapter. so i'll do my best to make sure this next one is done correctly. maybe i should get a proofreader. . . any takers? e-mail me at phej_0910@hotmail.com or something. . . or leave a post in my "writing projects' lj" (songbirdjen, not jenparakeet; that's the personal one). collab project would be SOOOO neat, too. . . but i'm getting ahead of myself. first i should take care of the approximately 5+ other ppg fics i'm planning on writing. . . oh, hell, i'll list 'em here in case you're curious:
3 brick/blossom fics (1, possibly 2 of which will be an epic like "skirt," so those might not take off as soon)
2 boomer/bubbles (both one shots; one of them's so cute too)
um. . . *starts counting on fingers* 1, 2. . . i think just 2 other butch/buttercup fics, tho they'll be looong. . . ugh, "skirt" is totally burning me out *_*
some bc solo fics too. . . plus i have the "being moody" series to work on. . . geez, i'm so behind. i wanna do some fun fics too. stupid fun kind. but i don't think i'm anywhere near talented enough to write comedy ^^;
geez, what the hell am i doing? this is like an lj post. dammit. it's so long. oh. notes about this "lesson" part: yeah, my hair is really short now. and yes, those are all actual articles of clothing i own (i think i was wearing them at the time i wrote this, so i just listed 'em off on paper) and maybe one of my favorite outfits, though the corduroys are getting tight now ;_; and the red glasses. . . god i love 'em. i can stare at people as i'm walking down the halls and they have no idea that i am. . . plus every time i wear 'em some random person comes up and starts worshipping me (jen gets that *glint* in her eye). . .
again, i'm actually 17 now. um. . . whee. . . i like johnny the homicidal maniac. DAMMIT! why am i writing so friggin' much? and why are you still reading? oh. the red rubber ball that i so gracefully caught with my face at the beginning was paying homage to the red rubber ball in the ppg movie.
and fyi, because. . . was it jackal? who asked, ib stands for international baccalaureate at my school. it's basically this really advanced program where the students who are enrolled in it have a bottomless pit of work to do for their classes: extended essays, internal assessments, and the like. 50% of the students in it are actually hard workers and lose sleep and develop health problems because they put schoolwork before sleep and eating and breathing; the other 50% are the hugest slackers in the world yet manage to pass their classes because they're naturally intelligent and exchange assignments. plus they're the hugest bs'ers in the history of mankind. even worse than us tag kids (points to self) i'm not actually in ib. . . i'm friends with dozens of 'em, tho, from both castes, hell if i know how i became their sex symbol. . . maybe it was my awesome red sunglasses of godly might.
um, and what type of asian? aw, where would the mystery be if i told you guys? *ahem* not korean, not japanese, not vietnamese, not filipino. . . chinese. just chinese. i've totally forgotten the language; i'm a horrible testament to my culture. don't look at me :9
DAMMIT!!!! WHY THE HELL DID I TYPE SO MUCH?!?! ARGH!!! PART 7 IS COMING IN A FEW DAYS ONCE I GET IT FINISHED AND TYPED UP!!! DAMMIT!!!! I TYPED UP TOO MUCH!!!! YES!!!! IT'S THE LAST PART OF "A SKIRT FOR SUNDAY EVENING!!!" DAMMIT!!! TOO MUCH!!! I'M REALLY PISSED AT MYSELF NOW!!! ARGGHHHHH!!!! *runs away to study for damn bio quiz DAMMIT!!!*
most of you will probably pray you'll never meet me in person :) i'm friendly, really i am. . . DAMMIT!!! STOP TYPING!!!
-jen ARGGH!!!
i have received all a's the first 6 weeks.
i have gone shopping and purchased over $40 worth of merchandise from hot topic.
i have ordered a friend the complete manga set of kamikaze kaitou jeanne for christmas.
i have located christmas presents from last year i intended to give last year.
i have turned 17.
i have been happy.
i have been depressed.
i have been happy.
i have been aggravated with the drop in grades my 2nd 6 weeks.
i have burned hundreds of cds of anime.
i have fallen in love. *starts laughing* naw, i haven't. though i have watched the ridiculous couples around me and have marvelled at how happy i am with being single. gives me more time to write :)
speaking of which, i have been inspired to write at least 5 other stories ppg exclusive; not necessarily romantic.
i have purchased the ppg movie.
i have watched said movie only 2.5 times. ;_;
i have purchased a total of 10+ movies @ 5 dollars each. XD
i have lived on turkey leftovers for weeks.
i have received a 1260 on my sat 1 (bleah :P).
i have taken the math level 1c sat 2.
i have registered for the act.
i have sliced at least 10 inches of hair off my head. my neck feels so NAKED.
as you can tell, i've been quite busy. i would be inclined to give you a list of things yet to come, including 10+ choir concerts @_@ *is going to die* and finals next week, in addition to college applications, but i've taken up enough space as it is. i wrote this little thingy before my birthday and intended to release it on my birthday (oct. 10) but ended up. . . not. hehe. about 2 months late. i'll talk about the next part of "skirt" later (which is approximately 97% done) but for now, take some time to read this short ditty. the author spent quite a bit of time analyzing it like the complete and total loser she is :9
-jen
*A Skirt for Sunday Evening*
~Your Lesson for the Week~
songbirdjen
[Scene is completely white, with no discernible corners nor indications of it being a room of any sort. Footsteps are heard echoing in the distance, continually growing louder and, apparently, closer. Finally a girl of about 16 steps into view, sporting olive green corduroys, an orange military-styled belt with a silver/black dragon buckle, a purple tie-dyed ppg shirt, a pink ppg watch on her left wrist, a green McCoy's bandanna on her head, bright red sunglasses, and 2-inch high chunky black shoes. You can't tell she's asian b/c of the glasses reflecting the light, but her hair is black and "shoots" down her back to her waist. Around her neck is a black cord, the pendant of which is a smiling Buttercup head]
weird-dressed chick {clearing throat}: Hi. This would be songbirdjen (the one, the only!). I realize the majority of you reading this are expecting part 7. . . or is it 8? Anyway, I know you're probably only reading this because you think it's the next part of "A Skirt for Sunday Evening," and, um. . . {starts to fidget nervously}. . . it's not.
[songbirdjen immediately ducks just as random items come flying at her, obviously aimed toward her head and with the intent of doing permanent damage to her body. Among the plethora of items are an old boot, computer keyboard, porcelain kitchen sink, ironing board, tv remote, stereo speaker, a PS2 (i wish), accordian, and a life-size electronic mooing cow]
songbirdjen {dodging and scrambling for cover}: But hold it!
[Things stop being thrown, except for one solitary red rubber ball, which songbirdjen gracefully catches with her face (that was sarcasm)]
songbirdjen {readjusting her sunglasses}: I suppose I ought to apologize for the lack of "NEXT PART," but senior high school year is proving to be a real BITCH to handle thus far, so my chances to get any real writing done have been more or less ZIP-PAH {pops lips on "PAH"}. God bless my English teacher, though, who loves me and makes things all the more easier. So, today, building on a handout I received from her while studying the "Hero Cycle," I've chosen to relate how the Hero Archetype and Hero Quest apply to "A Skirt for Sunday Evening."
There are twelve distinct Hero Archetypes, such as the warrior, the Creator, the Fool, etc., etc. But today, we're going to talk about. . . {pauses dramatically}. . . the Lover.
[All of a sudden a screen materializes beside songbirdjen and Buttercup, college version 1.0, in jeans and a t-shirt, pops on screen, landing on the "floor" with a hard thud. She appears to have no idea where the hell she is but doesn't talk, only looks around, a sour, confused look on her face]
songbirdjen {unfazed}: Yes, the Lover is considered one of the tweleve distinct Hero Archetypes.
[Buttercup in the background snaps her head to and fro in confusion]
songbirdjen: And every Hero has five defining characteristics, known as the Quest, the Fear, the Dragon, the Task, and the Virtue. These characteristics make up the components of the Hero Quest that our Hero--
[Buttercup's head snaps up]
sbj: --embarks on.
[Buttercup blinks and lifts up her hands, looking back & forth between them, more confused than sour now]
sbj: Now, first off, the Quest: the is the actual so-called "journey" the Hero sets out on. Many times the Hero doesn't realize she is on this Quest until it's too late to turn back. The Lover's Quest is to gain bliss. In Buttercup's case, she unknowingly falls into her Quest when she is a mere 7th grader.
[As songbirdjen says this the Buttercup figure onscreen next to her pops and turns into 7th grade version Buttercup, wearing camo cargo pants and a tank top]
sbj {leaning in and whispering}: Pre-chest development.
[Upon hearing this Buttercup's jaw drops, her eyes widen, and she blushes angrily, crossing her arms over her chest as if to hide the fact she has such a body part]
sbj {going on again}: She does so when she falls for Butch.
[7th grade Butch suddenly pops on screen next to Buttercup, and smiles and waves at her. She hastily steps back and holds a nervous hand to her mouth, blushing furiously]
sbj: And while she struggles with her feelings for him, her subconscious falls deeper in love and pulls her into the Quest equally deep, so by the time she formally acknowledges she's in love with him she's passed the point of no return.
[Buttercup bites her lip and warily reaches out to Butch right before he disappears. She blinks furiously, as if breaking from a trance, and stares dejectedly at the place he just stood]
sbj: She will not gain true bliss, or be ultimately happy, until Butch loves her back, and thus begins her pseudo-subconscious Quest. . .
{pauses, contemplating those last few words and whether they exist in the English language} . . . ahem.
Anyway-- {snaps fingers}
[Buttercup instantly reverts back to college version 1.0, in sweatshirt & jeans]
sbj: --we then have the motivating factor; the risk the Hero needs to take for the chance to succeed at her Quest.
{lowers her glasses slightly} Also known as the Fear.
{replaces glasses} The Lover's Fear is, as expected, the possible loss of love. With Buttercup, there are two possible factors that could be considered the Lover's Fear: first, losing Butch to another girl--
[Butch & Kendall pop into place beside Buttercup, holding hands. Buttercup only stares. In an instant they disappear]
sbj: And second, losing Butch because he cannot return her feelings.
[Butch pops on other side of Buttercup, who turns and moves toward him, opening her mouth to speak, but he shrugs, shakes his head, and disappears again. Buttercup's face falls, and she slumps a bit]
sbj: The first Fear is Buttercup's motivating factor, while the second Fear is the principle danger that may prevent her from attaining her Quest.
[Buttercup closes her eyes and runs her hands through her hair]
sbj: Moving on, the Task. What must be accomplished in order for success. The Lover's Task is to follow bliss. Buttercup expresses this in her ongoing feelings for Butch, despite his girlfriends, despite how long they've been friends, and despite the fact he doesn't love her back. In the "normal" Lover's Quest, the closer she stays to him, the more likely her chance for success, though that is to be debated in my story {shrugs apologetically}.
[Buttercup idly rubs the back of her neck, staring at the ground]
sbj: As for the Hero's Virtues, the Lover has two significant ones: Passion & Commitment. For Buttercup, Passion as demonstrated in the intensity of her feelings for Butch, Commitment as demonstrated in the incredible length of time she retains these feelings, from when she's 12 to 22.
{pauses a bit. songbirdjen's voice is quiet when she speaks again}
10 years is a long time to love someone and never tell.
[As songbirdjen speaks, Buttercup, who's still rubbing at her neck, suddenly traces the line of a golden chain around her throat and tugs at it, the necklace Butch gave her toppling onto the top of her sweatshirt. She licks her lips and swallows thickly]
sbj: And lastly, the Lover's Dragon. In the case of the Warrior, the Dragon is what the Hero slays or confronts. For the Orphan, the Dragon is what victimizes the Hero. Obviously, it varies from archetype to archetype. And in the case of the Lover, their Dragon is that which the Hero loves.
[Butch appears again, smiling and gazing sweetly at Buttercup. Buttercup lets her hands fall to her sides as she looks at him]
sbj: In Buttercup's case, Butch.
[Butch spreads his arms, and a happy smile lights her face, and she moves to embrace him]
sbj: The Lover's Dragon will be the cause of her torment and suffering.
[Instead of falling into his arms, Buttercup passes through him as if he were air, stumbles, and drops to all fours. She turns her head, a broken expression on her face as she looks back at him]
sbj: Standing right in front of her, but always hopelessly out of reach.
[He shakes his head and smiles apologetically, disappearing. Her lower jaw quivers a bit and her eyes shimmer]
sbj: Equally blissful and equally hurtful.
[Buttercup closes her eyes and sighs, kneeling and burying her head in her hands, her hair dangling around her face. songbirdjen silently tugs at the bottom of the screen, and it curls up, Buttercup with it. songbirdjen removes the tube and tucks it under her arm, salutes the imaginary audience, and steps off]
-||end lesson||-
***
i can name a number of people right now who i'm sure are very pissed off at me now. well, if it makes you feel better, the final part (yes, FINAL!) part of "a skirt for sunday evening" should be up within a few days. it's proving to be. . . epic. and has gone through much contemplation by me. specifically about whether i should be doing some additional editing, though in my opinion the rating doesn't exceed the most recent chapter's rating. i warned youse guys there, and you seemed cool with it, so this next chapter shouldn't be too bad. yep, it's going up without any more revisions. as for the rest of the fic, we'll see.
i was really embarrassed about the abysmal amount of typos i had in the last chapter. so i'll do my best to make sure this next one is done correctly. maybe i should get a proofreader. . . any takers? e-mail me at phej_0910@hotmail.com or something. . . or leave a post in my "writing projects' lj" (songbirdjen, not jenparakeet; that's the personal one). collab project would be SOOOO neat, too. . . but i'm getting ahead of myself. first i should take care of the approximately 5+ other ppg fics i'm planning on writing. . . oh, hell, i'll list 'em here in case you're curious:
3 brick/blossom fics (1, possibly 2 of which will be an epic like "skirt," so those might not take off as soon)
2 boomer/bubbles (both one shots; one of them's so cute too)
um. . . *starts counting on fingers* 1, 2. . . i think just 2 other butch/buttercup fics, tho they'll be looong. . . ugh, "skirt" is totally burning me out *_*
some bc solo fics too. . . plus i have the "being moody" series to work on. . . geez, i'm so behind. i wanna do some fun fics too. stupid fun kind. but i don't think i'm anywhere near talented enough to write comedy ^^;
geez, what the hell am i doing? this is like an lj post. dammit. it's so long. oh. notes about this "lesson" part: yeah, my hair is really short now. and yes, those are all actual articles of clothing i own (i think i was wearing them at the time i wrote this, so i just listed 'em off on paper) and maybe one of my favorite outfits, though the corduroys are getting tight now ;_; and the red glasses. . . god i love 'em. i can stare at people as i'm walking down the halls and they have no idea that i am. . . plus every time i wear 'em some random person comes up and starts worshipping me (jen gets that *glint* in her eye). . .
again, i'm actually 17 now. um. . . whee. . . i like johnny the homicidal maniac. DAMMIT! why am i writing so friggin' much? and why are you still reading? oh. the red rubber ball that i so gracefully caught with my face at the beginning was paying homage to the red rubber ball in the ppg movie.
and fyi, because. . . was it jackal? who asked, ib stands for international baccalaureate at my school. it's basically this really advanced program where the students who are enrolled in it have a bottomless pit of work to do for their classes: extended essays, internal assessments, and the like. 50% of the students in it are actually hard workers and lose sleep and develop health problems because they put schoolwork before sleep and eating and breathing; the other 50% are the hugest slackers in the world yet manage to pass their classes because they're naturally intelligent and exchange assignments. plus they're the hugest bs'ers in the history of mankind. even worse than us tag kids (points to self) i'm not actually in ib. . . i'm friends with dozens of 'em, tho, from both castes, hell if i know how i became their sex symbol. . . maybe it was my awesome red sunglasses of godly might.
um, and what type of asian? aw, where would the mystery be if i told you guys? *ahem* not korean, not japanese, not vietnamese, not filipino. . . chinese. just chinese. i've totally forgotten the language; i'm a horrible testament to my culture. don't look at me :9
DAMMIT!!!! WHY THE HELL DID I TYPE SO MUCH?!?! ARGH!!! PART 7 IS COMING IN A FEW DAYS ONCE I GET IT FINISHED AND TYPED UP!!! DAMMIT!!!! I TYPED UP TOO MUCH!!!! YES!!!! IT'S THE LAST PART OF "A SKIRT FOR SUNDAY EVENING!!!" DAMMIT!!! TOO MUCH!!! I'M REALLY PISSED AT MYSELF NOW!!! ARGGHHHHH!!!! *runs away to study for damn bio quiz DAMMIT!!!*
most of you will probably pray you'll never meet me in person :) i'm friendly, really i am. . . DAMMIT!!! STOP TYPING!!!
-jen ARGGH!!!