I love my gay friends.

But if they complain about my religion one more time, I'm gonna punch them in the face.

Just sayin'.

Love All The People,
Zeeta

Sometimes I get really nostalgic

And I miss things and people I have no right to miss.
>.<"
I don't know.
I just miss a lot of things right now.
I'm actually debating texting my ex-boyfriend.
If he's awake he'd answer, I know.
But...
I guess I'm a bit worried that he's gotten over...
Everything.
I guess.
I feel sort of like I'm on the cliff.
Like I could step back onto land where it's safe.
And possibly find another cliff.
Or I could just jump back in and hope that there is water or something to catch me.
I think I'm a bit confused...
But I'm a teenager,
so that's normal.
I think.

Oi Self,
Zeeta

Latvia?

I thought this blog died in me.
BUT LOL I checked in today and I had 13 views from Latvia XD
So. Uhm.
I guess I'll give blogging another shot...
I'm working on getting a job!
It's either price chopper or the library.
Or Subway.
So.... Yeah.
JOOOOOB!
MOOONNEEEEY!!!!

MONEY!,
Zeeta

I'm sorry Russians. I'm done now >.<"

I'm good now. Just had to have a mourning period for a bit. YOU ALL LEFT ME!
COME BACK! I LOVE YOU<3
You guys are so silent and supportive it makes me giggle and grin. Because I have imaginary conversations with you.
One of you is the super-sweet one.
Another is the blunt, but well-meaning one.
And then there is that creepy dude that every IntehwebGirl gets that just creepily stalks around.
Maybe I even have the rude person who tells me I'm fat and ugly and should get a life.
That would be cool.

I miss you guys!,
Zeeta

A half days intensive care and I feel much better.

CURE FOR BEING UPSET:
 Drink lots of Cola.
Eat Gardettos.
Ride the jetski.
Shake well and enjoy your newly found contentedness.

You're welcome,
Zeeta<3

I Think I'm in shock.

I think.
I'm not even sure.
Sage and I broke up.
I kind of guessed, but when he first called I did the dance-y conversation around it.
But I knew.
So.
Yeah.
I have a real achy pir in my stomach.
But it's not too bad.
Our conversation was really normal and calm.
I told him that if we broke up I wasn't going to torture myself by texting him.
Because I would end up liking him.
Again.
He said he understood.
So.
I guess we're over...
I'm OK, though.
Or, I will be.
I guess.
I don't know.
Shock is pretty weird.
I've got lines to memorize.
And coke to drink.

I'll post again tomorrow,
Zeeta

So Summer. Thank you for Giving me back my 'Life'.

I now have time to do things like write blogs.
As soon as a sleep for a week to fully get my energy back from the yearly 'school' thing I attend.

G'Night,
Zeeta

Nostalgia and Depression

I really miss everything right now. My old friends who I don't think even hardly realize I'm not there anymore. My old internet brother who I think died in the war. He helped me out when my whole life was falling apart.
I miss my best friend who I can hardly ever see anymore since she doesn't go to our school. I miss being little and being able to scream and yell and cry and then feel better. I miss the ongoing universe inside my head that used to exist and is slowly dying.
I miss the writing that used to come naturally. I miss the singing I used to do. I miss running. I miss Catherine. I miss the old videos I made in science. I miss having free time. Hell, I even miss arguing with my jerkass father.
Honestly.
I'm pretty depressed right now.
But I'll get over it.
Just give me a day.

See You In Happier Days,


Zeeta

Hey guys.

You know you can comment and crap right? Just comment and say 'yes'. I WANT COMMENTS.

I will learn Russian for you. (Although since you read this blog you must understand english pretty fluently because I SUCK at english. Mai writin skillz is so baddddddd.)

My name is Zeeta. What's your name Russian person? I also have a Malaysian person. Malaysian- What is your name? How is Malaysia. All the silly U.S. tells us is that EVERY OTHER COUNTRY SUCKS.

Which isn't true. Because the U.S. sucks. :P

PISSED.

I WAS having a beautiful day. Dermatologist said my crazy-itchy/tender molluscum was going away. Only had to go to school for 2 1/2 hours. BEAUTIFUL. I go on facebook (that should explain it) and decided to go chat with some of my camp friends. I have a notification. Somebody has misunderstood a friend of mine's post about cancer. I explain it, they (politely, so I'm OK with this person) disagreed with me and we (for a bit) went out separate ways. Then a crazy girl went bananas on us and started cussing out on of my friends saying she was the equivalent of chicken entrails. I was like 'Uhm. Ok. You sound lime a troll, so I'm just going to go away while you calm down.' And she is like, you're in high school you know nothing about cancer and blah blah blah. Which made me mad and I was replied 'Do I KNOW you? How do you KNOW I don't understand?'. She said something with a lot of cussing that made no sense, and then she bagged on my friend some more. 

Thank god her boyfriend shut down the post I was about ready to go insane on them.

I would post a pic, but David (her boyfriend) was smart and took it down.

I'M SO PISSED.

EFF THIS SHIT I'M GETTING A COKE,

ZEETA

I hate finals

Oh god. I am so brain dead. I've got Drivers ed., Comp 1, Photography, Sociology, and P.E. to worry about. I hate finals with a fiery burning passion and my boyfriend is starting to get pissed at them as well. Why? Because I'm ignoring him to study.
We hung out this weekend but after that I've been all 'SHUT UP. I'M STUDYING AND DON'T HAVE TIME FOR OUT SILLY CONVERSATIONS.'
So... Yeah... I like breaks.... And sleep. And coca-cola.

My last regular assignment for Photography

Goodnight,
Zeeta<3

The Mad Play Dash

Hey, guys. Sorry I haven't been blogging. Yesterday was the last performance of our school play and we were all in mad dash mode for well, since I last blogged. There was line cramming, joking around, and just around being stressed.
Our play wasn't very well-written either, so most of the actors were trying to find ways to make it entertaining.
I'm not joking. I got done and walked off-stage and I had like five people come up to me.
'Zeeta! Thank you so much for making them laugh at the end!'
'Yeah~'
Me-'NOW THEY CAN NOT SAY IT SUCKED!'
Random passerby-'what?'
All of us-'THEY LAUGHED!'
Yeah. It was crappy.

Then we had cast party which was all types of fun and crazy. :D
Now I'm watching random anime. And being really tired. I've got work to do...... Blarg.....

A new drawing style I'm trying out...

Ta~ta,

Zeeta

Russia- You are my new country.

I live there, now.
Not really, but you russians have outnumbered my own VERY SMALL following here. So, my mom, Stu, and Ali. I HAVE MORE THAN 3 RUSSIAN VIEWERS
Awwwwww.
I'm so tired.
Oh god.
SO TIRED.

DEAD TIRED.

Zeeta,

Dear

My Little Sis is Getting To That Tender Age

Of 7.
So my six year old sister was born with a strawberry on her face, google it if you don't understand. She goes to Virginia when her doctors schedule opens up so that he can get rid of the scar tissue, since the sore part of it is gone and all that is left is the scar tissue.
She went to this one and the doctor did a LOT of work, so that she'll look ten times better. However, it's very swollen right now and my sister is super sensitive about how she looks. She doesn't want any of us looking at her, and she refuses to go to school this week.
I'm starting to understand what my parents are talking about when they start ranting about 'children growing up'
MAN when I was six I played stupid games and chased guys around the playground. I got into 'wars' with the popular girl and our friends threw things at each other while she was busy being rude to my best friend.
Ooooh, Nostalgia.

<3,
Zeeta

RUSSIA! HOME OF MY VIEWERS!

I LVOE YOU ALL! YOU HAVE RIVALED MY FRIENDS VIEWING TENDENCIES. *whibbles* I love you all. You should comment and become my bloggy friends.
I'll let you in on a project I'm mulling over if you do~~~
Maybe you can even help me!

MWAH!,
Zeeta

Talking = The Most Surprising Part Of Realtionships

So...
I talked to my boyfriend,
We worked it out.
I over-reacted, I was crazy tired.
But whatever! I feel really stupid because he was just like 'Oh, I get that. Sorry.' XD So really, talking is actually OK... I always thought he would spaz out and have a fit on me... ">.<
Anyways! I seem to be plowing through my life, and trying to pull my grades along with me, which is getting more and more difficult.
'But Zeeta! Aren't you an A student?'
Yes. Yes I am. But I also am taking two college classes, studying for an advanced math placement test, trying to yank up my sociology grade (currently a LOW B), trying to hide my grades from my parents who would flip if I didn't get all A's. Not even mentioning PE. I'M NOT ATHLETIC. SORRY.
Argh. I barely scraped by with all As last semester. And last semester I didn't have to miss sooooo many days.
Grades are stressful. I think I have some Comp stuff to do today. This blog is totally going to help me catch up with that. YAY! THUMBS UP FOR PROCRASTINATION.
...Sleep would be pleasant.

Bye-Bye My SweetiePies,
Zeeta;)

Immabee up in this grill! Being a stereotypical girl!

Yeah. I got into my first fight with Sage EVER today. Because, you all know I'm scared easily by romance, but it doesn't even PHASE him. So he was all ' I gotta go. 'Night. Love you!' And I, like the loser I am say," Night, Sage :)' and he goes off and is all,' Oh THAT's fair.' I think he was kind of joking, but it bugged me because I TRY to be sweet but I'm just not good at it. So I'm like, it is actually. because it's the only way I won't botch it up. BEING TOTALLY SERIOUS. I was telling him what I had barely managed to tell my best friend, that I COULD NOT, FOR THE LIFE OF ME, say 'I love you'. And he completely blows it off. 'You can't put it off forever' he says. I FUCKING KNOW THAT! MAYBE I CAN'T JUST KISS YOU CASUALLY?! BECAUSE IT'S MY FIRST KISS!!! MAYBE I CAN'T SAY I LOVE YOU!? I'VE NEVER SAID IT BEFORE! And the worst part is, is that one of my favorite things about him was that I thought he understood this. Knew I wouldn't just do this stupidly and casually. But, apparentally I was wrong. SO I TELL HIM THIS. I say,'I know that! But today is nor forever, and tomorrow isn't, and know I'm seriously questioning when it will be! SO go to be and be quiet before I get even more angry! GOODNGHT.' Because I'm angry. And I want him to apologize so I can forgive him and tell him that I'm sorry the moment I send it, even though I did mean it. Because I do love him. And I don't WANT to fight with him.... but instead of a sorry or even a 'I pushed that too far' I get 'K'. Which promptly makes me want to burst into tears because this time, the ONE time I NEEDED him to say something sweet, he didn't. When I'm joking around and being stupid with him, he's Mr. Romantically Sweet all the time. The only time I really need him to just say something like he fucking cares at all what I think beyond 'I love you' he doesn't. And I'm sad. Really sad. Because I REALLY REALLY LIKE HIM. And I'm not super sure right now if he likes me all that much, even though he says he does. Because of that stupid letter, which he knows I don't like even when we're just joking around. And I'm not sure if writing this helped or not, but I refuse to cry OVER A BOY. It's not happening. So now I'm going to bed. I love you all, Zeeta P.S. I'm at my Grandma's on my iPad, so no picture or font size changes.

Let's do this again!

Writing this blog- apparently helps my grades and mentality, so lets try it again. Feel free to yell at me for leaving you all devoid and lifeless without me. Because we all know that you can't bear to live your fun, entertaining lives without reading about my pointless one.
I know, I know, my blog is like a drug. But think of it like you just went to rehab. It'll make this free-fall addiction to me that much more entertaining ;)
You guys know I'm kidding. But OH GOD. If my boyfriend read that he'd laugh his ass off then quote me. Because he QUOTES THINGS. He's a QUOTER.
I'm dating a guy who QUOTES.
Named Sage.
Who I'm thinking about letting kiss me.
Maybe.
IF I don't freak out.
Which I will, so he'd better get used to not kissing me.
Because I'm a kissing virgin.
So he gets junk food for his birthday and gets to yell at me for being stupid.
Yay.
.
.
.
I'm such a wimp...

Wimpily yours,
Zeeta

I've... got... a... boy... thing...

Uh, yeah. If you go back in my blog a bit you see the blurb about the boys in my life? The second one, Sage, I started texting him a while ago...
I am now, in some weird, non-relationship with this boy. I'm going with him to his courtwarming next saturday, but we aren't dating.
He acts like we are, so I'm confused.

BUT ANYWAYS! I'm happy and squee-y about my boything, and am all fluttery like girls are supposed to be.  HEHE~~~~

Joyfully,

Zeeta