Well hello! I seem to have found myself back on the dA website once more (it seems my literary addiction has once more triumphed). As some of you may be aware, I did, in actual fact, arrive back from vacation two weeks ago, but have since been caught up in my school work and meeting up with some good friends over the short period of time before they travelled to other places. To Alex and Amee, I hope you're enjoying the camping! Julia, I honestly don't know where you are, but give me a call if you happen to be around. Many other people I would like to greet have no idea of my poetic alter ego, and it is best to leave it that way for the time being.
And yes, the tone of my entry is hopefully a lot more cheerful since when I last had the time (or could be bothered) to write a journal entry.
I can't say that many things have happened in the time when I haven't been here, except for the fact that I had an incredible time in New England. Whale watching and Province Town (where men are free to kiss other men in drag in the street) would be two experiences I would recommend to anyone. Standing on the summit of Mount Washington is not one. It truly does have the worst weather in the world! But I'm not exactly in any position to complain about it, as I am the one who has been begging to return to my old childhood haunt of the East Coast for the past six years.
I would invest more time trying to describe my experiences here, if I didn't have so much more to fit in to the next couple of hours. ( I have to get a relatively early night on account of my having to get up in the morning and feed my neighbour's cat)So, if you would like me to ramble on at you further, you can just ask and commit yourself to a painful demise! ^ ^
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So, I will soon be heading off to Boston and other parts of New England for a two week vacation (which does sadly means a two week absence from dA).
Though it's not until Monday we set off from Heathrow, I'm quite busy over the next few days leading up to the 7th, what with my little brother's drama production and the dreaded packing.
Hopefully, I will return from vacation in a more positive mind set, as I am currently resisting the temptation to be tremendously pathetic and burst into tears for the third time this week. In short (though I am deeply against my own dark cloud of broiling doom) I do not wish to speak with certain people ever again, and will happily ignore them for the rest of eternity. It is horribly childish behaviour, but I feel entitled to. It is with regret that I accept the urge to scream and throw things about before throwing myself off a cliff into a vat of acid, but I really do hope I'll come back from vacation a little bit more positive. I could rant and rave about just how angry and upset I am, but it will do more harm than good. Anyhow,it is nothing that won't mend in time.Or so I would like to believe. So it's happy-negative! See you all soon!
Dattebayo. XD
*owari*
PS the dA mood button still hates me. Apologies!

I finally broke something!
That statement may sound strange to some of you, but for a short time, I was genuinely jubiliant about breaking my toe. Because toes are central to your balance and ability to spread your weight evenly, it is highly painful. But for the first few minutes after it had been bandaged up and I had been told not to walk on it for a few days,it felt like the greatest achievement of my life so far. Even if I did do it trying to beat three other people at the 'run like a duck' race.
Then you realise just how annoying it is. You can't walk, run or let alone climb stairs. You just have to sit there all day, which is extremely difficult for someone who has to get up and dance around every few minutes.And it also means I can't un the 200m sprint on sports day, which, oddly enough, I was looking forward to. So it's a bit of a pain.
And please don't come after me to break another toe for that pun.
Also, my mood button has broken, so what I am currently experiencing is dA hate.

Moving towards the end of a school year is always an emotional event, and I would be among the first to admit that I often find the oppurtunity to sob over various un-important things such as, "I'm going to miss that pillar! Do you remember the time I walked into that?!" and then cling onto the arm of any passing classmate. In this manner, I manage to annoy the whole year to the point where they are glad not to be seeing me for a couple of months. Perhaps it's a reasonable reaction to my desperate aura of 'Hug me, I'm sad!' and irrestible clinging and refusing to let go until the mother of the classmate refuses to host me as a permanent guest any longer. I would suspect this is because I spend the first week of the vacation reminiscing, in a perpetual mood of feeling that I haven't made the most of the school year. For I never do.
This year has been memorable in many ways, and some memories I will not hold on to, for the bad dreams they bring with them. Others I will cherish, but they feel few and far in between. It may well be the fact that I've had such an overwhelming crap year that I now feel over enthusiastic about the next. I'm determined for it to be better, and involve less refusing to get out of the bed in the morning, due to it all being 'just too troublesome'. There are many things I don't want to say, and am not allowed to say for various reasons to do with other people than myself, but I will say that year 10 is one year that will never fade, no matter how many times I attempt to bleach it with Fairy Liquid. Maybe at the moment I am looking forward to going to the US for two weeks, merely to escape from the place, but I'm sure that I will be able to look back on it as something of monumental importance. Eventually.

As some of my more attentive watchers may have noticed, I have returned to Deviant Art! I can give no concrete timetable as to when I will be here or not, but I am glad to say that after a week of studiously ignoring everyone, I have gone back to my poetry, photography and prose. I have posted the third installment of Class E Minors, which I am immensely smug about and started put some emotion back into my writing. Or so I would hope, but I can only rely on your comments.
Over the past week or so, I have put various things in the microwave to see what would happen (go put an oatmeal cookie in the microwave for 10 seconds, it's mana), made several mistakes, resisted the urge to burn several individuals for being utterly tactless, complained to myself about being 'misunderstood' (ugh spare me the teenage cliches!) and gone shopping. I have also discoverd that my hips have seemingly expanded and half my summer shorts now refuse to rise beyond my previously straight up and down hips. It is most disconcerting.
I would also like to wish happy belated birhdays to *deadstarfish and *narutard94! A-chan, I am working on your present as I write (because I can multitask).As you probably know, I am a feedback addict,so feel free! Which is a polite threat, warning that if you don't, I shall start spamming you. I also need to catch up with everyone else's work as well as my own.
An additional footnote, the title of this entry was inspired by a rice cracker packet. The manufacturers of my favourite Okama are supporting a charitable fund raiser for clown doctors. In short, qualified doctors with strange hair. I neither support nor disagree with it, but thought it was worth thinking about.