Date:Monday, March fourteenth(I think), 2003

Music:Happy Boys and Girls- Aqua

Time:7:38 p.m.

Woah, dude-mang. I haven't listened to this CD in so long. Anyways, today I told Katie, Roxanne and Cassie. Natalie called me on Friday evening, so I told her then. Today, I told Jerkman that if he got a B- or higher on his Science test, I would loan him Dead or Alive XTreme Beach Volleyball. This may not seem too hard, but Jerkman never pays attention. Never. I think it's one of the things that makes him cute.

Since today it was raining, we ate inside our classroom(we don't have a cafeteria. We have lunch tables outside with a roof over them. But it's always soooo cold)and the 'heart wars' ensued. You know, So-and-so + Such-and-Such in a heart. Somebody wrote Kara + Jerkman, and I erased it and yelled "He wishes!" really loud. Everyone was all quiet, and someone said, "Oooh, dude, she dissed you!" and I rolled my eyes. cough preppy losers cough.

But Emily keeps flirting with him. Bitch. Anyways, yeahhhhhhhhhh. So, I took this base off of Lolido's doll site, and I drew a bitchin' doll on it. My first formal doll- the shading on the under-skirt is still funk-ay, but I like it. And then I did another doll on a sign that says: "In Love" and she's blonde(like me!) and I think she has green eyes (Like me!) anyways, it's an explanation to all my (nonexistant) readers over at fanfiction.net or fictionpress. 'Cause I am. In love, I mean.

At least I think I am. Can you be in love so young? Whatever, I can just see my future in him. Am I crazy? Probably. Today, Erin and I watched "Who Framed Roger Rabbit?". Whoever did Jessica Rabbit's voice can sing! Anyways, that's a funny movie. My favorite character is the psycho weasel, the one in the straightjacket. He sings whatever he says. And believe me, seeing a cartoon weasel walking up to a truck-thing saying in a sing-song voice, "Time to kill the rab~bit," is funnier than it sounds.

I have to go now,

~*~*~Eruloth~*~*~

Date:Friday, April eleventh.

Time:Who cares?

Music:The sorrow of my heart and my miserable sniffles. Oh, and Jimmy Eat World.

Well. I am so sorry for not writing for sooooooo long. But, I have realized a few things. These things concern a certain person that I will not name, but he is fondly referred to as "Jerkman".

1.I have a ridiculously huge crush on him. He is so cute.

2. I should never, ever, ever, let it show that I am upset.

3.Jerkman will never like me back.

My angel. God, why didn't I realize how much I needed him until now? Well, OK, until Monday? Today I was doing the church reading with Emily, and during Communion, she told me she still like Sean, even though he didn't like her anymore. Well, I figured I should tell her a secret of mine too, so I said, "I have a secret to tell you, but I'll wait until Mass is over because you'll freak." and she said, "It's about Oda, isn't it?" and I looked at her in shock. See, Oda is another of Jerkman's nicknames. Don't ask why. So, I said, "How did you know?" and she said, "You like him, don't you?" and I nodded and said, "Don't tell anyone. Especially not Alyssa, she'd tease me forever." and Emily nodded. Then she said, "I sorta like him, too, but I like Sean more." and I thought of saying, Too bad, I got dibs, he's mine, but I didn't.

So, at recess, I tell Alyssa. And she doesn't make fun of me. She just said, "I knew it!" And then when we were coming in, she tried to push me into Jerkman. How sweet of her.

At lunch time, we were calling each other stupid, slutty bitches in Japanese, and she said, "You're an uke who likes Harry Potter," and I said, "Yeah!". See, Jerkman looks a tiny, tiny bit like Daniel Radcliffe. Only cuter-much, much cuter. And 'Uke' is Japanese for slut.

But then, during art, I saw Emily sitting with Jerkman's crowd. At first I thought, "Well, she's friends with Tara, why shouldn't she sit there?" but then I heard him say, "No, Emily! Emily! It's like," and something else in that adorable accent of his. And she threw back her head and laughed. And as she laughed, I wept inside. Because she KNEW! God, she KNEW. She knew I liked him a lot, and she still flirted with him. How could she?????? I thought she was my friend!!!

The scary thing is, I haven't even told Erin the truth yet. Just Emily and Alyssa. I haven't even told Kristyn or Brianna yet. Just them. And now, now, when Emily finds out how I feel, now she goes out of her way to flirt with him. God. I need to cry...

I hope your lives are going better,

~A heart-broken blonde girl who goes by the nickname Eruloth~

Date:Saturady, April fifth, 2003

Time:11:19

Music:My sister and her friend Kristin are taking a walk down memory lane and watching Hercules.

Yesssss, memory lane. We went through this whole thing. Last time we watched this together, we were inyour parents' rooom at your old house, with our heads at the foot of the bed, eating popcorn, with the door closed, and the bed was facing that *points* way and the TV was right above it and we almost spilled nail polish. They were trying to see if they could still quote along. whee-fun. Anyways, today was Kristyn's b-day party. I got her a 20$ gift certificate for Painted Moon Art Supplies, a journal, and a cool bookmark. And Brianna was bitch, but that's no news.

Kristin's here. She hasn't been here in a while. Hmmm, on Friday, she went up to Daniel(my sister's object of affection/obsession) and said, 'Hi Daniel, Erin thinks you're hot, Bye!'. Which is so like her, it's not even surprising. She also told us she might do it, so that kinda took the surprise out of it.

On Friday, we wouldn't tell Lance what a ho or fruitcake was. Natalie asked Mrs. Morgan what a ho was and she said a gardening tool, so we were like, 'what a ho,' and Kristyn's mom was like, 'I think you need to stop saying that' and Cassie said, 'It's just a gardening tool,' and Kristin's mom said, 'I think we all know what you reallymean.' and Natalie was like blar.

Jerkman sits near the whiteboard in art, so Natlie wrote ho/fruitcake with an arrow pointing to him. And then on the lunch count, we filled every blank line with 'ho', or 'jerkman ho'.

And during History and Literature, Lance said Justin Timberfake was ugly(I agree; ugly , but Cassie like him. ick.)and Cassie wrote Lance was a fruitcake(he acts like he is one, I swear I expect him to wear a rainbow tie to school everyday. But he doesn't know that the rainbow stripes are for gay pride. HAHAHAHA). And Lance was like, "She called me a ho, didn't she?!?" and I was like, "Dude, hos are girls. If we wanted to call you something like that, we'd call you a manwhore." and Cassie, Natalie, and Roxanne laughed at the word. Lance looked embarassed. And we took a picture of Avril Lavinge holding up her hands in a peace sign and crossed out all her fingers except her middle one and wrote, "What a hoe; she's a gardening tool" next to it. Yeah, that's what we do during calss.

And yeah. I'm gonna go read this uber-shibby HP fanfic I found called a black lily now.

Good Night,

~*~Eruloth~*~

Music:Grow Up- Simple Plan

Date:Thursday, April fourth, 2003

Time:3:54 p.m.

Well. Sorry for not writing; things have been crezzy and I'm thinking of blowing Broken Melody to all seven hells. No one reviews. I guess they don't take me seriously. They will once they find out what I did to Otoneil. Mwahahahaha.

We had Stations of the Cross and Benediction yesterday, and I spent all of P.E. coughing because the incense they use *stinks*. But, anyways, it was monotonous. Say the prayer at the end of each Station, sing the song(At the cross her station keeping, stood the mournful mother weeping...). At each new Station, Deacon Bill says something like "We praise you Jesus, and bless your holy name" and you genuflect and say, "Christ, by your holy cross You have redeemed the world." and then stand again. Genuflect, stand, Genuflect stand.

And I decided I hate Otoneil. I don't know why. I mean, you can't insult him! It's like he's made of frickin' teflon! Nothing sticks to him! And it's like, grrrrrr! So, Catherine and I have been thinking up new ways to insult him. Yesterday, we took two of her heart stickers and on one we wrote Christian(this fat, ugly, guy who wears his P.E. shorts low so you see more than you want to and is a complete idiot) and Otoneil on them. Then we stuck them on his binder for aaaaaallllll to see. He didn't know it was us, though, even though I have a heart sticker on my bindre that says Kara+Orlando. Idiot. And then, before that, I would take old pencils(regular, not mechanical) and break them in half, then give a half to Catherine to throw at him. Once, it hit him right in the forehead when we were really close(in line for Liturgy Practice). HAHAHAHA. Today, Catherine drew a big red heart on a piece of paper, wrote I luv Tara on it, and cut it out. Tara is this girl who hangs with Otoneil, has a crush on Frankie(eeewww), and is just *meh-ish* She annoys me, but not as much as Otoneil. Anyways, we glued it on his chair before P.E., but he was already out there. The teacher started a lecture with: "I'm not blaming anyone, but.." and I was like, oh, no, he saw it! But he just told us to be quieter when we changed because the bathrooms which we change in are connected to the computer lab & there was a class going on in there. I don't even change in those bathrooms, I change in the other ones. But, after that, we glued it on the back of his binder, and he held it up and everyone saw! And in the middle of class, Catherine whispered to me, "Otoneil & Tara are going out," and I yelled the same thing really loud in surprise.

Meh. I hate him

Bye,

~*Eruloth*~

Date:March twenty-fifth, 2003

Time:4:40

Music:None

Well, it's Tuesday. Which means I have another full day to go before promotion day. *dies* This entry will have to be short, because I have a Religion project due Monday and I really don't want to spend the weekend on it, so I'm getting all my resources and then I'll begin the papre tomorrow. Hopefully it'll be done by Thursday evening; you can never tell.

I feel so sorry for Christopher, this brat at my karate studio. He's going on about how he'd be Aaron's senior, but Aaron tested for orange belt and probably passed, and Chris tested for white-stripe and probably failed. hahaha. Sorry, I lied, I don't feel sorry for him. hahaha.

I have to go now, the research paper calls me.

~*~Eruloth~*~

Time:8:14 p.m.

Date:Saturday, March Twenty-second, 2003

Music:Good Thing-Reel Big Fish

Well, testing was today. I knew so much more than I needed to, it was not even funny. I spent forever learning Isu Shik Dae Ryun and Hoshensul(spelling?), and I didn't need to. We didn't even *do* Hoshensul for the white/orange belts, and I fall into that category. I was the senior. HAHAHAHA, take tha, Rat-Face Kid! Anyways, Dae Ryun means saparring, so Isu Shik Dae Ryun is one-step sparring, and Hoshensul is self-defense.(cross-hand grip, same hand grip, two on one grip, two on two, etc.)

Erin says she thinks I did pretty well, soooooo. Hahaha, we traumatized Tamaki when I told him the synopsis I'd come up with that told the story of Arcana. hahaha. Anyways, Erin and I got into a huge fight over this 'special penny' that she proceeded to hide, but then I stole it. hahahaha.

Moving on to the important stuff, life in my house is going to be crazy for a while. Erin got a crappy report card. So crappy, in fact, that for her sake, I'm not going to post exactly what her grades were. But the report card is now pinned on the refridgerator. Ouch, low blow. Also, after today/tonight, Erin is grounded from everything fun. She is now forced to stop lying to mom about doing homework. I really don't understand my sister. I mean, I have the sense to get good grades. Erin says she's going to be an author, but what if she changes dreams and her grades are so bad she can't make that dream come true?

Oh, well, it's not for me to worry about. Anyways, Issa's still ignoring me, so I'm ignoring her. Karma's a bitch.

I'm going to go work on "A Lonely Flower", my LOTR fanfic(HAHAHA, I finished reading the entire series before Erin even finished book one. HAHAHA. And I'm younger. HAHAH), "Searching For Myself", an Orlando Bloom fanfiction. (stop laughing, there are quite a few. Needless to say, the most common rating is R or NC-17. I haven't read any, but I gather it's a self-insertion where you have kinky sex with Orli. People these days.), and other stuff. Broken Melody is on hold, I didn't get enough reviews. Sorry, Jo-Ryan Salazar, I need more reviews...

Good Night,

~*~Eruloth~*~

Date:Friday, March 21

Time:4:45

Music:Valerie-Reel Big Fish

Sorry for not writing for so long, a lot of shit went on in my life. I'm still dealing with that bitch Brianna, and today I had a fight with Alyssa, and then she lied about me. Fun. Anyways, we semi-made up, but I refuse to apologize, because all I did was walk away when she told me to. Excuse me, what do Ineed to apologize about?

Testing's tomorrow. I feel like I'm going to throw up, I'm hungry but I can't eat, and I don't even test until tomorrow! I really need to work on Cho Sung Iro Hyung and my spinning crescent kick, or else I'll die. Here's what I need to work on:

Cho Sung Iro Hyung:ahhh... I hate this form. It looks bitchin', but it's evil. DIE, CHO SUNG IRO HYUNG!! DIE!

Spinning Crescent Kick:I like this kick, but I really can't do it that well with my left leg...

Hopping Side/roundhouse/crescent kicks: We really only go over ee dan yup chagi(testing my Korean, that's hopping side kick), so I suck cellulite ass at this.

Kwan Su Gungyok: More Korean; spear-hand strike. It's fun, but my thumb is always in a slightly-wrong position...

I've been feeling really shitty lately; Brianna's being a bitch, Kristyn's ignoring me, Alyssa's being a brat, Lance is being boring because he thinks I don't know he and Cassie are going out and even if I didn't know, it's not that hard to figure out. Idiot. Also, I've declared open warfare on Otoniel, but now I don't know what to do, because I thought because of him I was going to fail Literature, or get *gasp* a B, but on the group grade we got an A, and individually I got an A+, soooooo.....

Throw that in with the fact that Issa has been blatantly ignoring me, saying she and her friends are having fun together(hello? aren't *I* one of your friends?!?), I really have not had the time/energy to write.

Besides, I have karate to worry about to.

PLEASE NOT THAT BROKEN MELODY IS CURRENTLY ON HOLD.

Bye,

~~*Eruloth*~~