Post by Aoki Rie on May 7, 2013 16:55:03 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, width:420px; height:530px; background-image:url(http://www.samplewords.com/docthumbs/home-writing-paper-thumb.jpg); border-radius: 10px;] [atrb=Valign,top] Sunday mourning, 12:39 pm DEAR DIARY, My handwriting is looking a bit off today. I dunno why, though, maybe its because I'm writin' a damn diary on a plane with writer's block? Ahem. Excuse my cursing. The plane is really bumpy, too. And my dad looks pretty tense. I guess it was hard, moving and all. Frankly, I couldn't care less, but I didn't want to see him unhappy, so I gave him a pat on the shoulder gently. He jumped up and smiled weakly at me. This made me feel fuzzy and confused as always. My father was a good, decent man, he didn't deserve feeling the way he did, raising a Elemental must've been quite hard for him, and now, I was moving on to hopefully bigger and better things. Damn... I'm frightening myself. This makes me feel like I'll never see him again. I shouldn't say that. I get so fuckin' nervous when I think badly. My hands are shaking, and he is pressuring me to rest. I haven't slept since we left the airport, so I guess it'll do me some type of good. Yeah, I'll write more when I awake or when when get to this Japan place. Whatever. Sunday afternoon, 2:10 pm DEAR DIARY, I just had a very rude awakening from my father. He was pointing excitedly at the window. I looked out and noticed I was just looking at the ground below me. When were finally here, thank God. I was beginning to think this was going to go on forever. My right foot has gone numb and I frankly just want to go back to sleep, but he pulled me from the window as we exited the plane and stepped down onto new ground. This place was bigger than America, to me. People buzzing around like social bees on their best high and muttering in quick, tiny voices. Made my brain hurt like hell, but my dad just kept pulling me so I wouldn't get swept away with the crowd. Good thing too, I totally forgot what I was doin in the first place. Surprise. We quickly grabbed our luggage and as soon as I knew it I was in a taxi, sitting in silence, writing this crappy diary. As my father directed the cab driving, I decided to fish out my William Shakespere books. I finally found the one I was reading before we left. Much Ado About Nothing. It was comedy and romance and a bit of angst mixed it. Its pretty hilarious. This Shakespere man knew what comedy gold was back then, probably was buried in money or somethin' of that sort. But, yeah- whatever. I'm going to read this n' catch up with this piece of paper later, Helena and Lysander are running of together, and I don't blame them. Sunday evening, 6:53 pm Haha. I'm just sitting here, in my dorm, laughing my ass off. This place is similar to my old school. I was transfered here anyway, I'm too smart for all those weirdos back home. Now I'm here in Nakaumi Academy (or however you spell it, geez). Of course I'm ignored and stuff. I'm new, no one pays much attention to newbies these days. I'm almost done with Much Ado About Nothing, and I'm attempting to figure out which play I'll read next. Probably Twleve Moons or maybe Othello. I dunno right now. I'l skimming through them both and they seem interesting, except Othello dies at the end. Which seems terrible. Bleh. Here's the last words he says before he kills himself: "I kiss'd thee ere I kill'd thee: no way but this; Killing myself, to die upon a kiss." Man, that's pretty depressing. He loved that woman, but he killed her too because he was told she was cheating on him. Stupid Iago. Ruining things for him. Oh well. I need to make up my mind before school starts tomorrow. I'll probably write before I leave in the mourning. I wake up at 5:30 am anyway, so I'll have plenty of time to write, but, alast, I'm tired. So, Imma go take a shower and read Othello for a while before I eat. Maybe I can meet a few people and y'know... be friends? I dunno, I just really miss Wilbur right now. I wonder what he's doing in the USA? He's probably forgotten about me. I'll easy to forget. I'm nothing special, anyway. Ack. I lost one of my earings on the plane. Damn it all. My dad told me I need to get a haircut before he went to go house shopping. Bleh, well, I'll be spending my best years here, in this hole. Bye-bye everyone. I'm turning in for tonight. Nos da! I'd kiss you, but... never mind. Time to set my alarm clock. --Aiko Rie, Sunday-Monday |