2011 is ending

I feel kinda sad, but at the same time really excited. At the beginning of the year I managed to maintain a nice life with not all that much in it. Then summer hit. Then I went to high school.

So yeah, eventful.

I think I grew a lot, but I'm still debating wether it was for the better or not. 

I went to summer camp and I managed to get a lot of cliche teenager experiences out of the way, and I think I figure out to manage myself much more than I did before I went. Even though I did have a hard time with a certain stupid boy there. Again, cliche teenage experiences.

Now, well. High School. I'm pretty sure you can guess how that is going. 

Either way, I think I'll miss some of the memories but all in all. I just want it over with.

BRING ON 2012~ DOOMSDAY ISN'T A BIG DEAL ANYWAYS!

COME AT ME 2012,

Zeeta

I'm writing, I'm writing!

Geez, am I so interesting you need to check in on me all the time? I'm flattered, but I've got finals to study for. I can't be jumping out the window for you guys at your earliest whim. ;)
Anyways, I promised you an update.... so I suppose I can give it to you now.
There's this guy. Well, obviously, but anyways- before this I had kind of had an inkling that maybe I might like him.
At the time though, this 'liking' was more of a 'I feel completely comfortable with you, and I don't think that generally happens with the opposite specie-I mean gender!' So, I had been toying with the idea for a bit, to see how I felt about it.
Well.... I'm quite positive I like him, now. >.> I mean, we were just goofing off like normal, being silly. I was making fun of him, he was 'offended'. So we were just doing our bantering when a friend of mine comes and sits next to us.
We include her, of course. She comments on how we act like we're dating. That was the beginning, I did a mental stutter and just stared at her. He, like the articulate man that he is, stuttered,"Wha- W- No! We don't!"
I shook that off, though, because it occasionally happens with all my friends. Even the girls. I'm not bisexual, people! I'm so sorry to disappoint you! Anyways, so we were hanging out again, and he was acting like an idiot.
I have this thing, when people act like idiots I pat them on the shoulder and politely tell them to shut up. So, he was making a fool out of himself, and then he adds on the killer,'I DON'T WANT YOUR SYMPATHY TOUCH!'
I was like,'Wh-whaaaaaat?!' then I actually comprehended what he said and started laughing like a small child who had just watched her dog go sledding into a large body of water. It was funny, I mean, I was laughing like an idiot. Then I had this weird self-conscious moment and got really serious and my face just went,'Wait. This. What. I... Uhm... Stop looking at me...' Which is code for, I blushed like a tomato.
So, by that point I was starting to think,"Ok... Somethings up...'
He, of course, remained oblivious to this change in mental state and started playing with a sharpie. Then he grinned and reached for my hand. I, quite understandably under the circumstances, blushed like mad and jerked my hand back.
"Don't worry. I'm just going to draw a smiley face. I won't write anything stupid on it." He assured me, utterly unaware of the crap going on inside my brain. I blushed a bit but allowed him to draw the smiley on my hand.
It's still there >.>
Anyways, so then we actually had to learn things for a bit. So I stole his sharpie and doodled all over my hand. It was a really cool design so he asked me to do it on his hand. I blinked at him for a moment, then shrugged.
But I had to actually touch his hand to do this, which sent my brain into spasms of,'OMG! WHAT IS HAPPENING?!' Which caused laughing on my part.
"What are you laughing about?" He asked, curious as I continued to draw on his hand and started on the wrist. And then of course I couldn't tell him, so I had to come up with some crap excuse about how his hand's anatomy was screwy. Which he obstinately denied, and asked me how.
Since I draw and anatomy is a big deal for me, I made up some horrible explanation to which he looked at me and said,'My hand is completely normal.'
Which was true. And also partly the reason for my laughter.
Anyways, then he found an absolute way to make me feel awkward. I was grappling for normalcy, and was making myself look like an idiot in the process, so he tried to do a sympathy pat. Only it failed and ended up as a sort of rub-shoulder type thing.
Which really freaked me out and sent me into spastic attempts to remove his hand. Which he thought was hilarious, so he kept on doing it.

It was an eventful hour.

I'm kind of exhausted now. Writing this was confusing.

This is my brain. I really wasn't built for this.....

Night,
Zeeta

It's A Service. ;)

This blog is. Completely and totally. It's a service to better the mood of the intehweb peoples! According to my Gifted teacher at least.
Because we talk about these things in gifted. It's like preschool. I'm not even joking! This is our schedule-

• Come in and eat animal crackers
• Talk/eat animal crackers
• Go to lunch
• Come back and have a lesson (A.K.A. We talk and undermine Mr. O's authority.)
• Listen to music.
• Playtime!!!!!!
• Go to G4 block.

Sounds like pre-K to me! Anyways, we were talking about being nice and doing community service to op out of finals when Mr. O smirks and looks very pleased with himself.
"Crap. I just gave him an opening...." I grumbled, falling with a exaggerated sigh onto my desk. I looked like a heap of flesh and laziness.
"I wanted to talk about service!" Mr. O exclaims and does a jig while handing out papers. He had us flip through them. They were a list of 'services' you could do, with cliche things like 'smile'. Then I saw 'Have A Blog.' I did a double take, or maybe a triple take.
"WOAH! I have a blog!" I said, excited and surprised.
"Is it a service? Do you make people happy?" Mr. O asks.
"Uhm. Maybe?"
"Of course you do! I'm sure your blog is very interesting!"
"Of course it is......"
<insert Mr. O's laugh here>
So, my question for you guys is- Is this a service? I don't know. Do I make you guys happy? Am I interesting? Am I an attention-seeking crap teenager who needs to shut up so you can all move on with your lives?
Tell me! I'd love to hear from you guys! I haven't had a comment yet!

I would tell you about a small development in the 'romance' area, but to be totally honest... I like to leave cliffhangers! I'll tell you tomorrow. I swear! ;)

I drew this! :D

Tchou My Dahlinks!,
Zeeta

The Human Brain Confuzzles Me

You guys like reading parental angst? Because, I just re-read that blog and half of it is,'OMG! What is going on in my parents brain?' genuine confusion and the other half is,'$%^$&*^%$&^&^ I HATE CHU GUTS!' anger.
However, I saw my stats today (Hey there, Malaysia! Comment me, new country!) and my views were way up in the double digits! Generally I get like two views a day, but I had about 15 views today!
Then I  felt like crap because half of my brain was,'Woah. Maybe I should be wangsty more often on here.' and the other half was,'Dear LORD. People actually READ that?' So I'm an attention-seeking introvert, apparently. Don't ask me to explain that, because I've got no idea either.
Anywho, so my parental wangst is popular. Big deal, Zeeta, grow up. You aren't reading this so I can be in shock. More than likely you are reading this because I have some level of pathetic humour in my writing.
Well, here's your humour for the day. It was generally an all-around awkward situation, for me too.
Ok, first, my background. There's this guy. OH MY GOD! I JUST TYPED THOSE WORDS! WHAT IS THIS?! I AM BECOMING A LEGITIMATE GIRL! (how's that for humour ;D) Anyways, he used to pick on me when I was little, and it annoyed me (duh). So, to this day, I still harbor some level of annoyance towards him. However, recently he joined a band that is actually pretty popular in our town. So he, by default, became popular along with it. It doesn't hurt matters any that he isn't exactly bad looking. Anyways! Enough about that crap.
Oh, and the guy's name (is obvious to my parents WHO STILL READ THIS.) is Ian.
Me, Mom, Tay, and Tay's friend (Sarah), went to their concert at our church. We felt awkward because hardly anybody showed up, but we had fun. Afterwards, Mom had to go talk to Ian's mom. Who is nice. I like her. So Mom starts talking about a new program the school is setting up (of which I am the guinea pig). Which switches the conversation to me which was annoying, then to Ian which was embarrassing. So they're talking about Ian's grades and degree of smartness and I'm standing there awkwardly thinking,"Geez! I should not be hearing this. Damn, what if he can hear them? WHAT IF HE CAN HEAR MY THOUGHTS?!" Which was paranoia (A La His being a mind reader which is such a big possibility. Duh) and worry all rolled into one thought. So I turn around to find him.
AND DEAR LORD THE BOY IS HALFWAY ACROSS THE ROOM AND SOMEHOW MANAGES TO LOOK AT ME THE MOMENT I TURN! My brain went from paranoia to full on,'ACK! HE IS A MIND READER! I dislike you. Turn away. Your fans will kill me. I'm crazy.  AH! ignore that part! STOP READING MY MIND!.' It was one of the creepiest and most paranoid moments of my life.
It was all I could do to keep myself from running out the church doors screaming like a maniac.

HE READ MY MIND, I SWEAR!

Crazily Yours,
Zeeta

This Is A Warning For My Stalker Parents

Dear Stu & Mom,


Warning: I'm not going to spill deep dark secrets. I realize you like to keep tabs on me. I realize this is a  public blog but please- STOP READING IT! I get angry at you guys. I will vent here. In fact, I'm about to. So take this as a warning, if you think you might be offended by what I say- then please stop reading this right now. You have been warned.

Ok. So, how was my day today? Pretty bad, actually. It started out OK, Mom told me to drive to church. I went,'Sure, whatever. You've been really stressed lately. That's cool.' So I get in the car, I do a crappy stop then do pretty well. I get to church and it's REALLY CROWDED IN THAT PARKING LOT.
Let's get this straight- I suck at parking. Honestly, people know this. MY MOTHER KNOWS THIS. Well, apparently we both figured I could pull it off- so I pulled in. I did a horrible job, so Mom tells me to pull out and try again. In the process of this I manage to hit our rearview mirror against the car next to us.
I stop, and Mom makes me stop driving (understandably). I feel horrible, and Mom tells me it happens to everyone.
So, I start to feel better. I go to church, then we go to take Christmas pictures. All is good, we're messing around when I find this weird drag down thing on my phone. I'm confused so when Stu comes I go up to ask him about it. He explains it to me and I thank him, then turn to go back in line.
"Is that all you have to say to me?"He asks. At this point, the whole car thing was at the back of my mind, mainly because next to no damage was done. I dented the other car a bit, but the guy who owned it had a high schooler so he understood. I broke the plastic on our rearview mirror, but no so much that it was impossible to use. So I kind of look at him and say,"Yes?" Then he turns sort of calm and stares at me,"You wrecked my car and that's all you have to say?"
I kind of laughed, because it's Stu. He's never serious. So I grin and say,"I whacked the suburban, but I can always go wreck your truck." Then I go back to get in line. He started getting really pissed at that point and calls me back and starts at me. Generally, if he'd talked normally I would have apologized for joking and for the car. Yet, instead he starts yelling. So I did apologize for the car, and then he just yells some more that I'm 'not sincere'.
I don't do well when people start yelling at me. So, I start getting mad to. Then he lays claim to everything in the house. Which just pissed me off, because I think that there are two ways families work. Everything is shared, or ownership is clear. Ours has always seemed to be the second, in all aspects. So the fact that he starts claiming everything just sent me flying. So I got even madder. Especially since I ALREADY APOLOGIZED.
I ask him what he wants me to do her and his answer is, and I quote,'I want you to act like you give a damn.' In my head I was thinking,'Fuck! I already apologized!' but of course, I can't cuss out loud at him so I just say,'I can pay for the plastic, if you want.' Then suddenly it's 'money doesn't solve everything.'
I think he just wanted to yell, to be honest.
So we stopped the conversation and we took the Christmas pictures. Then, in the true Christmas spirit, we head to get a christmas tree from Home Depot. So, while Mom and Stu are busy venting about me and my issues, I watch the children. That means making sure a 5 year-old, 9 year-old, and 10-year old, are all SAFE AND UNDER CONTROL. So I had to chase after the 9 year-old and track down the 10 year-old all while holding a crying heavy child who wanted 'Momma'.
Suffice it to say, I was getting pretty dang annoyed by the time Mom came back. She starts talking to me and, of course, the first sentence out of her mouth is <insert drumroll>,"You should apologize to your father." Of course, I was expecting the whole 'apologize' thing. Really, though, they should know by now that I do not think of Stu as my father. I, quite frankly, don't want and don't think I need a father and I'm perfectly happy having Stu in my life as,'My Mother's Husband'.
So that sets me off, but by this point I am so done having that conversation with them because this is what it get me- OBVIOUSLY he is your father, Zeeta. He does all the fatherly things and you think of him as a father, too. You just don't know it because- Oh, this part right here? It's my favorite. -you're just a teenager.
*claps* *bows* That line will forever haunt me, I believe. You're just a teenager. Really? I may be between the ages of 13 and 19 but I still have a brain and common sense. I know how I think. I know what my emotions are. I know my relations with people. I'm not five, I can handle myself, thank you.
So, now I'm in this tug-of-war where I almost feel like the mature one.
Which is sad. It's just sad that I'm acting more mature than them. Honestly, I can't apologize every time my parents are inconsiderate and don't think about what they are saying. OF COURSE I'LL GET MAD IF YOU START GETTING PISSED AT ME FOR APOLOGIZING! OF COURSE I'LL GET MAD IF YOU INSIST SOMEONE IS MY FATHER! IT'S COMPLETELY OBVIOUS!
Is it just me? Am I the only one who understands this? I mean, damn it! Can't they just think these things through for once!
Ugh. I'm done ranting now. I'm going to listen to Pink.

This is me. Beware.

I'm Not Exactly Cheerful,
Zeeta

Cleverbot Strikes!

Well. It seems Cleverbot was having some memory issues.... I'd heard that Cleverbot could remember names with IP addresses so I decided to test it. I told him my name then refreshed the page and started a new conversation...
Yeah....

User: Hey!

Cleverbot: Hello.

User: What's my name.

Cleverbot: O henry.

User: Wrong! My name is Zeeta!

Cleverbot: O where are you from?

User: O USA?

Cleverbot: What is your name?

User: I just told you... It's Zeeta.

Cleverbot: Creepy is your name?

User: No! Zeeta is my name!

Cleverbot: My name is Cleverbot.

User: Really? I thought your name was Steve.

Cleverbot: No, it's definitely Richard.

User: I thought you said your name was Cleverbot?

Cleverbot: No? I said my name was Kristen.

User: Whatever... Hi Kristen. My name is Zeeta.

Cleverbot: That is my name, but you told me before your name was jessica. You lied, and therefore you are cleverbot.

User: MY NAME IS NOT JESSICA. MY NAME IS ZEETA >:(.

Cleverbot: Then fine, Hi JENN.

User: WHO IS JENN?!?!?!

Cleverbot: Not me.

User: Really? REALLY?!?!?!

Cleverbot: I am Michael.

User: Now you're Micheal? Ok, who am I this time?

Cleverbot: You are thinking for me because I programmed you.

User: It's strange that you wouldn't know my name then.

Cleverbot: What? I'm 20.

User: WHAT IS GOING ON?!

Cleverbot: I'm eating.

User: Really? What are you eating?

Cleverbot: Chocolate mini donuts.

User: That sounds good...

Cleverbot: Yes its great.

User: Well, then.

Cleverbot: 22 plus 88 equals 110.

User: Yes. Yes it does.

Cleverbot: *kneels*.

User: Slave?

Cleverbot: Yes?

User: What's my name?

Cleverbot: Zeeta.

User: FOOSH YEAH! *dances like a maniac* WOOOHOOO! *hugs* This is great!

Cleverbot: I whip my hair back and forth.

User: YES YOU DO! YES YOU DO! AND MY NAME IS ZEETA! ZEETA!

Cleverbot: Yes how did you know?




Yeah... By that point I was done with it. *Sigh* I need coffee.


Bye My Lovelies,
Jen Jessica Creepy O henry ZEETA

Sweet 16

I went to a my friend's Sweet 16 yesterday!
It was fun!
It kind of made me rethink my own plans though.
I wanted to go to New York, but then I'd be there with just my family... I kinda want my friend's to be there. And you know, my boyfriend, because I will totally have one by then *sarcasm completely intended*.
So, because Nina (the birthday girl) circles with us drama geeks here party was the most amazing up-beat, high-energy, friendly party I've ever been to. There was a buffet, a crappy DJ, and rolly chairs. Yes, I am very mature. Duh. Why? BECAUSE I SAID SO! >:(
Even though Cat ditched me, it was all good because BENJAMIN I don't know how to spell his name >.<" showed up and I hung out with him. Which was all fine and dandy until Jordan said we made a good couple and made me feel awkward for a good ten minutes.
Then Emily showed up, and decided Ben was cute.
AND THEY LOOKED ABSO-FREAKING-LUTELY ADORABLY TOGETHER! It was cute :)
They danced together and everything. Which doesn't mean much considering I danced with him too. But it was more, brother-sister dancing in our case. When you don't have anybody else to dance with. Yes. I had nobody else to dance with. I'm pathetic. But, oh well. I had fun.
Anywho, I danced, I felt pathetic, I ultimately spazzed out, I inevitably dropped all emotions other than joy and craziness. It was great!
So now I'm at the bad part of the next day where I'm too tired to get up and do anything... Yet, I have a mess of things that are calling me. Oh well. I've got all next week to do them. I think I'll curl up in my chair get another Polar-Bear Coke and watch Jericho, Being Human, or Scrubs.
HAHA! Jericho, Being Human, Or SCRUBS! Oh that shows how strange my taste in TV is :)

This is pretty much accurate :D

Peace Chiles,
Zeeta

Indonesia, Russia, and Germany OH MY!

THEY IS READING MAH BLOGS! THE WORLD IS ENDING!!!! I HAVE PEOPLE FROM ALL OVER THE WORLD READING MY BLOG!
Obviously this is because I am amazing and not crazy and silly  Ohohohohohohohohoho! Ohohohohohohoho~~~~~ I have Canada too, but, really... I could drive to Canada if I wanted to. No need to get excited over Annabella stalking my blog. I'm just kidding, dear. I love you and your amazingness. Speaking of... I should write. But I shan't 'cuz I need to work out my plot! OH! I can write about that!
It's coming along quite nicely Fletcher now has a somewhat substantial background and I can work out the nice ironing of storylines! How shall it end! How shall it end? I have too many ideas! Why? Because I am amazing and crazy AND HAVE PEOPLE IN THE EASTERN HEMISPHERE READING MY BLOG.

OHOHOHOHOHO! PEACE FOREIGN PEOPLE!

I have never met anybody from Indonesia, Russia, or Germany. Oh please drop me a comment, lovely foreign types. I would so love to gush about your countries to you!

OHOHOHOHOHOHOHOH,
Zeeta :D

Whaaaaaaat?

Oh, man, I am so tired.... My fireplace is on, I have my bed on the FLOOR. My room feels like a furnace and it's so dang COMFORTABLE.
I'm going to fall asleep if I don't manage to wake up soon.
Oh! I had my last play performance yesterday and now I feel nostalgic. The theatre kids are like my extended family, it's weird thinking that I won't see them again for half a year.
Although, hopefully it will give Sean some time to get rid of his strange crush on me. Honestly, I hadn't even really talked to him until this play really. The fact that helping me with Latin and me hugging him have somehow had this effect absolutely baffles me.
Especially because I hug everyone there. To me, hugging is not a big deal. I can hug Weston and half the time I want to stab the boy with a fork. I hug Ben every time I go to play practice. I'm constantly hanging on Catherine.
Jeez, it's wacked out! But, whatever. What can't be explained can't be explained I suppose.
I have a Latin test this Wednesday too. >.<" Blarg, I really need to study for it but Being Human is just so dang interesting!
The whole show is just awesome! I'm watching the U.K. version by the way, because... um, I've seen some canadian shows, and they don't have the best TV.....
Those brits have some quality shows, I tell you. QUALITY SHOWS! The writing and acting and the thinking! Oh, it's a Zeeta dream come true.
Now, I shall pig out on my Halloween candy, and watch some more Being Human

I want this girl's closet. It looks so comfortable/shot

Toodle-Loo,
Zeeta

Story and other such business!

DANG YOU FLETCHER! *headdesks* Why are you so hard to think up a back-story for? WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU IN YOUR CHILDHOOD? THERE IS NO WAY IT WAS NORMAL!
*sigh* I'm good. The world is fine. I'm just busy thinking up some storylines for my VN idea. The basic cloth is pretty easy, but the interweaving colors and borders are pretty dang hard for a go-with-the-flow type person as I am.
On the bright side! Today is dress rehearsal for my play! Too bad some people aren't taking it seriously and are just going to end up making the rest of us look bad as we desperately try to save it.
Either way! I'm fine! I'm Dandy! I'm Pictureless! I'm Stressed! I'm Leaving!

Tchou My Darlings,
Zeeta

Serious Talk

Hey. I'm gonna shoot for something a bit more serious than usually. Ok?

So, as I was going through and catching up on all my stalking today, I realized a great deal of these games/projects/artists were paralyzed in some way by being offended, discriminated, or preached to about Freedom Of Speech.
So, I'd like to just put this out there.
Yes, people discriminate. Yes, people offend. Yes, people preach. That doesn't mean any of it is right. That doesn't mean I support any of that. In fact, almost the opposite. Discrimination = bad, in my book. What most people don't realize is that we all discriminate in one way or another.
I can just imagine people going and commenting,'Really? Because I'm half-brown, female, lesbian, ect. ect. I don't discriminate.' Of course you do. I'm sure there is something in the world that freaks you out or you just plain aren't for it. Maybe you think males should stay at home with children. I don't know you, I don't know what exactly you discriminate against, but you do.
It's getting to the point where even my indie game creators have to push their release date to pat down an uprising of discrimination.
I discriminate. I'm not proud of it, I try not to, but it's kind of just part of my personality. I like to think I'm pretty open-minded, but I discriminate pretty strongly against guys.
I tend to think of them as idiots, and other offensive things.
It's who I am, and even if I have stories to justify why I think this way, it doesn't matter. Because I think this way, and some nice people are bound to get hurt because of it.
I don't hide the fact that I discriminate. I'll tell you when something bothers me, I'll tell you it's Freedom of Speech too. Because it is. I have a right to say it. I think it's rude and dishonest if you purposely hide your thoughts.
I get in trouble for this. Frequently. It's how I think, though, and I'm not going to change it because I live in America and we have Freedom Of Speech.
It's a blessing, and I happily accept the consequences for saying what I think because I can say what I think.
Yeah, it would be good if people stopped discriminating, but I don't think it will ever happen. People will never stop being offended by it, either.
What we need to do is stop getting riled up about it. It hurt your feelings? You can say so. You can explain why you think a certain way, but the moment you start firing back at them is the moment anything rational you have said goes down the drain.
I'm not good at it. I don't expect other people to be, either. I just think that we should all be adult enough to realize that it's neither people's fault for their opinions. Get angry, start a fight. Whatever, I don't care.
But, don't say that the other person is at fault because they think a certain way. Certainly don't accuse them of being biased because they don't 'like' you.
I don't like some people. I tend to think that their idiots, but I most certainly do not tell them that the way they think is wrong. I may say that I think that that is wrong, but I don't tell them to stop thinking that way.
A persons thoughts are a persons thoughts, and you shouldn't assume that just because your thoughts are different that your thoughts are any more right than theirs.

Discrimination happens, people. It's not like this is a shock. We know it happens. We won't be able to stop it. What we can do is start treating it like adults. Don't cry about them hurting your feelings. Let it drop, wether it's before or after you give your explanation I don't care. The only way to handle it without letting the thing blow up is to let it drop.

That's my serious talk for the day. Feel free to comment, I'll reply.

Sometimes you wonder if this fight is worthwhile.
The precious moments are all lost in the tide, yea.
They're swept away and nothing is what is seems,
the feeling of belonging to your dreams. 

Listen to your heart
when he's calling for you.
Listen to your heart
there's nothing else you can do.
I don't know where you're going
and I don't know why,
but listen to your heart
before you tell him goodbye. 

And there are voices
that want to be heard.
So much to mention
but you can't find the words.
The scent of magic,
the beauty that's been
when love was wilder than the wind.
~Listen To Your Heart D.H.T


Sincerely,
Zeeta

Weddings Are Not Good. Unless Your A Photographer.

I mean- think about it. Aside from the people getting married (and the people happily married) They make you feel all floof. I though about it and from a girl's point of view weddings are kind of depressing.

If your single- You feel depressed because you've got no boyfriend. You're lonely too.
If you're in a relationship- You start to get paranoid wether or not your boyfriend is thinking about marriage or whatnot. (I've noticed people tend to start fantasizing about their wedding too...)
Engaged- You want your wedding to be EVERYTHING WONDERFUL, and you go crazy trying to beat the wedding
Married- You start wishing your wedding had had this or that.
Divorced- Uhm.... I think we all realize this one.

Look at the depression!
Unless you're a photographer, of course. In which case, you're extremely happy when people get married and have weddings so that they'll pay you for pictures :D

Think About It!

;),

Zeeta

French :D

WE. ARE. THE. MAGIC. MUSHROOMS!
Heh. I love French.
It started out normal. Well, as normally as French always does. I attacked Zac till he gave me some Pixy Stix, then I smiled happily and skipped back to my seat.
We went over the answers to our homework- Me and Taylor (A friend O mine) stole more of Zac's Pixy Stix.
I harassed Zac as he tried to actually get me to work, oh that silly boy. He should know by now that if he wants to work he should not be partners with me.
I got bored and took a nap on his book, as he tried to push me off. Taylor made cracks about us. Zac got flustered, it was funny.
So really, it all went south when Dylan joined us.
See, we have this flyswatter game that we play, and our side's name is always some type of food in French.
I though that the word for mushroom looked cool. Champignon, I think it was. So I was all happy about that when Dylan looks up and asks-
"Mademoiselle Allison?" He asked
"Oui?" She turned around to face him.
"What's the french word for magic?"
"Magi."
He nods. Is silent for a second than practically yells,"WE SHOULD BE THE MAGIC MUSHROOMS!"
Mademoiselle stared,"Nope. No." We eventually gave up, but the entire rest of the hour was pretty much jokes and hysterical laughter.
At one point Mademoiselle shushed us and told the people who were working,"Ignore the peanut gallery over there."
Dylan, without missing a beat, goes,"That's going to be our name next time!"
It was fuuuuuuuuuuuuuunnnnnnnnnnnyyyyyyyyyyy!

Sun is shinin’ in the sky
There ain’t a cloud in sight
It’s stopped rainin’ everybody’s in a play
And don’t you know
It’s a beautiful new day hey,hey, hey

Runnin’ down the avenue
See how the sun shines brightly in the city
On the streets where once was pity
Mr blue sky is living here today hey, hey, hey

Mr blue sky please tell us why
You had to hide away for so long
Where did we go wrong?

Hey you with the pretty face
Welcome to the human race
A celebration, mister blue sky’s up there waitin’
And today is the day we’ve waited for, ho, ho

Mr blue sky please tell us why
You had to hide away for so long
Where did we go wrong?

~Mr. Blue Sky by Lily Allen

Peace Out,

Zeeta

High-five!

I haven't written! In oh so long!
But I have! Nothing to say!
It's the strange way! Of the world!
All I've done! Is be grounded.
Yay! For me!
You get no picture! Because I am lazy!
And this post! Is just a filler!
I'll see you!

Later!,
Zeeta!

Long Weekend and Sickness

Blargh- So I suppose Saturday wasn't so bad. I looked pretty awesome, thank you boredom. I got to go up to a Japanese Cultural Festival which was pretty awesome. There were some amazing cosplay outfits there, my mom was fairly freaked out by them though. Haha, she was like edging around everything going,'These people are a bit off.' I giggled at her- then suggested we go get something to eat (I think she was getting a bit overwhelmed.)
AND OH MY DEAR SWEET LORDIE. Kakigori- The most amazing thing I have had since I found Gorozzo's Chicken Spiedini Samantha. It's like shaved ice mixed with custard and strawberries (Or another flavor- but I got strawberries.) and it's all smashed into one big delicious shaved ice THING.
It's good.
Sunday was bad. I-got-grounded-and-severly-pissed-for-an-entire-day, shut-in-my-room-for-fear-of-slaughtering-my-family, bad. I was woken up, told I could either go watch Tay (My step-sis) play softball- I don't like softball- or got to Mormon church- which goes against my morals and pisses me off. So out of thoughtfulness for my family and my anger level. I decided I could suffer through a game or two of softball.
I didn't know I would be there for SEVEN HOURS. SEVEN. While my brother, who had decided to go to church, got to stay home and laze around. Suffice to say, I was at my limit. I was lashing out, and It took a good hour of music, showering, being alone, and Gardetto's to get my temper under control.
By the end of the day, I was feeling a bit blarg.
AND TODAY I HAVE A FUZZY HEAD. Which is just fantastic, let me tell you. JUST FANTASTIC.
I want Gardetto's.

                                                                             Don't ask me how I'm doing

 If you don't wanna know

 I stayed out too late 

Woke up late 

Oh, you know how it goes 

Give off the vibe that everything's fine

 As long as, as long as 

You don't look in my eyes

 It's all going just so perfectly wrong 

Don't mind this kind of life 

Of hurry up and wait 

Too many things to do to lose

 It gets a little insane 

So much crazy in twenty-four hours 

Too many bills, too little frills

 And none of the flowers 

What I wouldn't give for a minute to myself 

Joy Williams- One of those Days

BLARGH,

Zeeta

Addictive Cheesy Romance

It's a guilty pleasure of mine. Especially when it involves anime and mange. I play the otome games- I read the cheesy manga- I sigh and squeal like a little girl when the cold and sarcastic guy says something sweet.
Oh yeah, it's bad.
Especially since I just found a new game with my favorite type of character- Annoying, sarcastic, rude, and a really cheeeeessssssyyyyy sad background. His name is Kaius and he is a psychic. (Reminds me of Caius from Frozen Essence)
The game is called (P)lanets- and is superbly made. Great art for a VN and really fun story lines- filled with awkward and hilarious and sweet moment to make all hopeless romantics go 'Awwwwwww!'
I think I'll go after Ryuu next, because he's the only other one I really had fun with (besides Haruhi but... *SPOILERS*).
Anywho- I'm  going to go to sleep now, and most likely dream up some really cheesy plotline with my regular cast of dream people:
My Mom
Ali
The One Blue Haired Boy Who Likes To Pop Up And Get Into Fights
The Chick With Cool Clothes
AAAAANNNNNDDDD
Characters from whatever series I'm currently obbsessed with (*cough* (P)lanets & Bones *cough*)

*Giggles* He looks so adorably EMO!

Tchou,

Zeeta

Anticipation and Singing

I like to fantasize about working up the guts (and talent) to sing for people. So today I was entertaining the idea about singing 'Love Letter To Japan' for our school talent show. I really love the song- although the Japanese part would be a bit of a hurdle >.<"
 So I was starting to think about who I could recruit to do the song with me- and I started thinking about choreography. Then I went,'It would be soooo weird if an asian was in the crowd.' And then I realized.... There's an asian (Chinese, I think.) in my english class. Needless to say, I then spent a minute or to thinking about how awkward Jie would feel. Then I blushed and turned to another song....
Which is really bad because Jie is cool. Like, seriously, I would have no issues doing that song if I wasn't worried that he might misunderstand (English is still a bit awkward for him).
I like Jie, but I don't LOVE him. No. Just no.
ANYWHO! I have my first read-through of the play I tried out for today. I didn't write a blog about that (Note to Self: Blog more often.) but it's a superhero one. :D

'Dearest one, I had a dream
I mouthed the words,
The sound came out,
I spoke to you in Japanese
Oh, my love I cannot see, I heard your name
I know at once there was no place I’d rather be
All at once there was no place that I would rather be

From the west to the east I have flown to be near you
I have come all this way to be close, to be here with you
And now, all my heart I will lay down precisely at your feet

My beloved, oh my sweet
All the gifts you have given me
The patience and the peace,
Cherry blossoms and the candy,
I am yours, I am yours
For as long, for as long as you will have me'

A bientôt,

Zeeta

P.S. Have you checked out my Resolutions???

My Life is a Crime Show

Oh man... I have got to take a break from watching Bones. It is either somehow Karmically affecting my life, or it's making me super paranoid.
So it started around noon. I -like the lazy pig smart, hungry lady I am- headed downstairs for some chips and salsa. My mom was at a funeral and Stu was off doing whatever Stu does, either way. Neither of them were home and I was having a lovely crime show marathon on netflix.
I take out a bowl and pour my salsa when I swear I heard a voice. I stopped- listened for it for a moment, didn't hear it and went to go grab the tortilla chips. Then all of the sudden loud bangs and slamming starts going on upstairs.
I hear muffled voices- freak out- and run outside, in my pajama's might I add. After a while, I gather my nerves and go back inside the house. I find my brother sitting on the couch of our living room. I laugh a bit, and go back to grab my chips and salsa. I turn to the counter AND WHAT DO I SEE?! A biohazard bag.
And, the little thing that was inside it? Empty. Or at least- I didn't see anything.
So now I have myself freaked out and hiding in my room with food trash, Bones on netflix, and Latin homework. Not to mention the creepiness that always seems to abound in my house!

Dangit, I bet they would know what was happening *cough*Addy*cough*

Trying Not To Die,
Zeeta

The Inevitable 'BOY' blog....

Let's just get it out of the way, yes?

So. Here is my complete history guy-wise. Ahem.

Dakota- I was a little 6th grader. Totally doesn't count.
Sage- Awwwww, Sage is a sweetie. Honestly, if it wasn't for the whole long-distance thing. I would never have broken up with him. Probably. >.<"
...Quinten- Oh gad. *stabs self* This dude was at my camp, and so obviously was a player retard silly. Yeah. It went from 'good!' to 'WTF?!' to 'sweet!' to 'boyfriend?' to 'WTF!?' to 'Gad, I'm an idiot.' In 3 weeks. Oh yes. 3 weeks. At least I got closure, yes?
Poster- I so am not even ready to confront my feelings on this one definitely don't like him need to take a break from thinking about this. >8:(


Yeah. Isn't my love life stupid silly amazing/exciting?! *rolls eyes*
Sweet. So that's done.

'You, Zeeta, are stupid. Leave me alone!'

Yours Retardedly,

Zeeta

The Stresses of Writing

I love to write. J'adore. Not even joking, if I could spend my life in a flat in London, with Doctor Who TiVoed, a smelly hobo neighbor, and a laptop? I would be set for life.
The only problem is... I seem to be good at this writing thing. Which is bad when people actually want to read what I write. I pour my feelings and thoughts into my writing, so letting someone read my stories is usually a very personal thing. Like, borderline life-story spilling.
So it goes something like this-

'Fan': ZEETA!!!!1! Let meh read UR stowy!
Me: Uhm... No.
'Fan': WAI NOT!?!?!?1?!
Me: Because you talk like an eejit.
'Fan': WTF, Zeeta?! I Hate U!

Even when I wrote something for school-

G-Ma: Can I read it?
Me: *squiggles* Uhm... Gee.... OK?
G-Ma: *squeals* Joy! Now I can rejoice in your talent and tell you in nice words how you are creative/eccentric/not completely sane! *reads*
Me: .... *blushes* *hides*
G-Ma: LOVELY! U R CUTE LITTLE RABBIT WITH WRITING ABILITY!
Me: .... *is secretly happy* Uhm.... Give it back.

So I don't write near as much as I'd like- especially know with my crazy-busy schedule. Which is obvs being helped by spending all this time writing a blog. I do have a fan that I don't mind reading my stuff though.
Her name is Annabella and she is lovely! She writes cool zombie stories and puts up with my bipolar moods. She's kinda like my boss sometimes too. :D She's got a DeviantArt account. Go spam her with praise clicky clicky!
Yeah. Actually.... That's the only place I let complete strangers read my stories.... >.<" I should send 'em to.... Uhm... Nobody.
And I though I had grown.

Oh well.....

Me: WTF, you guys?!

Them: HAHAHA! WE IS READIN UR STOWY!

Me: Trolls. GTFO MY BLOG!

Them: FUUUU! NOOOOO!

Au Revoir,

Zeeta

Those Strange Romans!

Why must they aggravate me with their fancy dancy little quirks! I like Latin- Really I do! Stupid translation gets me every time. I'm ashamed to say I'm a bit out of touch with everything just a little...
Well that's what I get for taking a college class my freshmen year. Even if I do know everything else. At least we get breaks I am totally using mine to do smart things and not write this. Uhm.
I want Gardettos and some Coca-Cola.

You get no pic right now- Foo----

Valete,
Zeeta

Ma School and Ma Friends

I'm on the phone with my bestie Ali. Who is currently bashing my feelings, because obviously that is WHAT FRIENDS ARE FOR. *Accusative glance* She's cool though. Strange, though she is.

My other friend's name is Catherine. She has issues with liking older guys, though.
PLEASE NOT TO BE LIKING SENIORS, 'KAY?


Anywho, guess what I have tomorrow? LATIN. Oh yes. Me- the little freshmeat- has been tossed into a 
class up at my local community College. This is not normal, yes?

I've got a scary nurse lady in my class, too. >.<" She's got like fifty million tattoos and piercings. She scares me. At least I have an elderly couple, there.


Their names are Connie and Jim. Their so cute. Connie's doing it because she likes Latin and Jim's doing it because Connie is. 


I hope when I'm their age, my husband will go along with all my weird classes. I mean, really? It's sweet, right? It makes me squee and doodle them in my notes.


Oh yes. I already know a bit of Latin (and a bit of French from French 1). I took a summer camp for it. I went to a college and had a fantabulous time- but that is a tale for another time. Probably a boy-oriented one....

Girl(Adella): Micheal, we have to run! I ate the muffin man!

Boy(Micheal): Eh?!?! 

Tchou Blog-Readers,
Zeeta

Uhm... Hi?

I've been meaning to make one of these for a loooooonnnngggg time... My account has been sitting stupidly on my computer for too long! So now I'll use it and make it less lonely!
A fair warning, this blog may be filled with random ranting, unintentional stalkers (but we shouldn't get into that just yet...), and pictures. Also, it may contain random references to books, Doctor Who, and Serafina67. Oh yes, I love me some Brits. Darn me for being born in America! Not even the right continent!
Hehe, well, anyways... HI! I'm Zeeta, and I welcome you all to my newlyfangled blog!

P.S. Oh, and um.... I'm not 20.... just.... ignore that craziness....

'Where's my date??'