The "I luv yew" Coconut

So Ua brought a coconut to class that said "I ♥ [arrow pointing]" and shoved it into my arms. o_O
A little scary, that notion, especially since there's a chance we might be related (COMILANG!)
I want to throw the coconut at his head. ._.

Ahh.
A little bored, perse? There's nothing to do in this classroom.

So I've been thinking about girl names if I ever have a daughter.
I've collected my thoughts and I think my top names for a girl would be Janelle or Bella.
[I'm going to toss around names randomly after this.]
Bellaleia? I love the nickname Bells. Hm.
I should make the two names.
Bella-Leia. Teehee.
I don't know about that anymore, I'll stop. ^___^;;

The nickname Shoku has spread to my family now.
My parents now know that my pen name is Shokubeni,
Hm. Lina-Chan will always stick, though.

Lina's Dresser [For Jordan]

It's big, and white. Ahahahaha.
It has four drawers, the top one's knob with a blue scrunchie on it.
On it are tons of water globes, Japanese and chocolate perfumes, a fish bowl, and a jewelry box.
Um... there's a mirror on it.



Screw it, I give up. Not inspired, Jordan lol.
Going to sleep, everyone.

There is no U in Coward.

But coward is a flexible term. Don't you agree?
I respect the fact that you refused to show up the first several times. You need time to think, I get it. But please don't do it for my sake. Think of yourself rather than me, I can take care of my own mental and emotional health.
I respect the fact that you don't want to talk to me about the issue. That's fine, it's not my place to push the matter on you.

Showing up yesterday was courage. It must've taken a lot of it. I'm sorry that the tension never broke.
Don't hide anymore, I'm not afraid. You shouldn't be either. We're puppets in a game, HIS game.
Don't be his pawn, and don't make me his jester. By avoiding his scheme, in turn, he becomes OUR pawn.

Catch Up Ketchup!

Hahaaa~! For the first time in a little while, I'm in a slightly better mood.
I don't have graphics work to worry about too much at the moment.
As of now, I am now caught up for that class.

For Braitsch, there's nothing really to catch up on. Show and tell went nicely, and it probably boosted my grade up to a low A, high B... whichever.

I think the only class I have to worry about is chem.
Her class is so unorganized, I have no idea what to do.
Let's see if I can get my thoughts straight on here...


Standardized Test Prep chpt. 1-4 (Shit that's a lot!)
Newspaper (...)
Abstract (Sort of done?)
Video Game (Um... must consult group for that one.)

I think that's all I have to turn in. ):
God, that class is going to murder me.

Fashion 45 Night

So my dear sister Momo-San decided to take me and Rosie out clubbing.
Interesting, right? Yeah, I thought so too.
We got ready around 6-ish, and the two of them decided to transform me into a life-size Barbie doll, and were throwing glamour-outfits on me one by one.
I swear, if the clothes got any more colorful, it would've burned right off of me.
So when they were done, they put eyeliner on me, which wasn't so bad. My issue were my shoes.
Everyone knows Lina has terrible walking coordination in heels. But GUESS WHAT THEY PUT ME IN?
:Flashes picture of heels:
Ohhh yeah. ._. I don't know if their motivation was to make me look pretty, or have me snap my neck while walking. I'm hoping it was to make me pretty. D:

So Momo took us to a club downtown in Waikiki called Fashion 45, which terrified me.
I heard the loud hip-hop music, and my mind told me "Oh fuck, RUN Lina, RUNNN!"
That attempt to flee to the other side of the building was shit, since they held my wrists tightly.
So they paid, got us all in, blahblah...
That club was dead as hell. Lucky me, no one stared. UNLUCKY me, since it wasn't packed, everyone COULD see me dancing. Ick.
So they dragged me on the floor, and pretty much pushed me into dancing.
I had a choice: dance, and look like a fool? Or not dance, look like a fool and stick out?
So whatever, I started dancing to make the two of them happy.
After a while of dancing, some guy comes and asks Peachie and Rosie something, and before I knew what was going on, Rosie shoved me into the guy and he grabbed me and started dirty dancing with me.
What did I do?
I panicked. My arms went up in a shield in defense mode, and I was scared shitless.
But this dude wouldn't let go, so I stood there twitching for a while.
Then he realized I'd never done that before, so he hugged me and said sorry.
My response?
Lina: "*twitch twitch* ehehehehe, it's... i-it's okay... *twitch*"
So after he walked away, I punched Rosie in the back.
It's been two hours since I left, and still I hear the bass booming in my damn ears.


*Inhales&exhales deeply*
Yeah, I had fun. ._.

Annoying. [Rant]

Written out of pure anger.

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You're annoying.
The mere fact that you supposedly "love" me is enough to make me buckle over in laughter.
You're annoying!
It was over before it even started! That doesn't mean go all stalker on me. Jesus, I don't want your mooshy gestures of unfulfilled love or some bullshit like that.
You're really annoying!
I hate it when you stare when you pass by! And if your comeback is that I stare, then I stare because that's me telling you to GET AWAY!
FUCK, you're annoying!
Even all the little things that you did when we WERE, pissed me the hell off. So you can't honestly say, "I didn't do shit! D: *Cry victim some more*"
God dammit, how annoying CAN YOU GET?!
Drunk or not, you should've shut your fucking mouth! The shit you told all of those boys that night is SOMETHING YOU DON'T SPREAD YOU FUCKTARD. [Sorry for obscene language, la familia.]
WTFOMGURSOANNOYING!!
DON'T talk to my sweet puppy bitching me out! You wanna pull some shit like that, DO IT TO ME, NOT TO HER. LEAVE HER OUT OF THIS. NEXT TIME YOU DO THAT TO HER, I'LL MAKE YOU FUCKING REGRET IT.
*cough*ANNOYING*cough*
The next time you try to take my friends and turn them against me, I'll do that to you tenfold. If the language is too advanced for you, that means I'll ruin your friendships twice as bad. Get it? Got it? No? Okay then, I'm sorry. Maybe you need special help.
Did I mention that you're annoying?
You lie so terribly, you're almost as see-through as saran wrap. Give it up, who do you think you're trying to fool? You don't need to squint your eyes to see peacock birds that are blue red and yellow jumping up and down behind the manapua truck that's NOT REALLY THERE.
So yeah, uh, you're annoying.
So yeah, uh, go choke now.
kthxbai. <|3

p.s. Uhh, for the record? I regret every involvement you had in my life. I'll give this post about a week before I wipe it off the face of my profile, and my life. I'll just pretend those cuts that I did when I first met you were caused by my puppy, and that they were signs of eternal love and friendship. :3

Over-Reactions

I'm sorry bloggers, I need to vent, mostly about my own stupidity and sensitivity.

It's second period now, and I'm emotional. Not emotional to the point of tears (anymore), but emotional nonetheless. During first period, I was doing English homework (annotating, questions... the works) when one of the Samoan girls in the back asked loudly, "Who's in the band?"
Naturally I turned to look, and she was sitting in a circle of other materialistic Samoan girls, chatting about it. Then one of the boys sitting beside me (Adam) goes and says, "Oh she is." So they all looked at me. Then Adam proceeds to say, "Oh you guys need one new band director."
There I was, up in arms in Mr. Kea's defense, getting upset. I said that we didn't need a new director hastily, and he argued back and said we did because "the band sucks."
._.
So I got super touchy, and started crying.
Boohoo Lina-Chan.

No one will ever fully understand just how much I love the band.
And that's what kills me. The people who NOTHING of what trials and tribulations we go through every single day, fighting to keep the program alive.