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??'