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.
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I'm such a wimp...

Wimpily yours,
Zeeta