I wumbo, you wumbo, he/she wumbo, wumbology, the study of wumbo, come on Spongebob, this is first grade!

I always try to make these sets square, and then I keep compacting them until they become rectangular. And then I'm too lazy to make it square. It's quite the dilemma, you see.
 
I had an interesting day. I didn't fail a math test hopefully (though I didn't do my homework...) and I kind of BSed my way through chem and English. Fun stuff, haha. And then I ran in the rain (which may sound like fun, but I guarantee you that it isn't). And we ran down to the beach. Which was really stupid, considering the fact that it was raining, and we had to run on sand. But whatever. Someone had etched cartoons and drawings into the sand. It was quite divine. :)
 
So, give me a tale from your day/week. Anything particularly cosmic happen?

I'm actually sort of in love with this set. Yes, I know. It must be a first. But I really do love it.
 
OKAY ANYWAYS;
why did I choose Tokyo? I have fascination with the Japanese way of life--which mainly includes their amazing style. The Tokyo street style is known to be daring and bright, all of the things that I shy away from (but envy from afar). That kind of describes a lot of Japan's culture, in a way, as well. Daring new technology. Bright future ahead of them. Honestly? I would kill to be able to visit Japan. Someday, my friends. Someday.

I am not in a good mood.

Tag gaaaame.
Apparently I have to write about myself in 5 minutes. I'm going to wait until EXACTLY 4.
 
Anddddd. now!
START: 4:00
 
HI. I'm Sara. I'm 15, though I feel like I act a little older than my age. That's probably because I don't exactly follow the typical teenage stereotype, but whatever. I'm bitingly sarcastic, cynical and horribly pessimistic. I'm pragmatic, rather than idealistic. I choose my future based on what the benefits will be, rather than how much fun I'll have. But don't get me wrong, I'm not a mean person. I'm just concerned for my well-being. I'm obsessed with competition, and I'm a horrible loser. I'm as indecisive as the next girl, and I occasionally have problems setting my priorities straight. I see myself as smart, but I see so much room for improvement, as well. I like to envision myself going to a top university. Shit, I'm running out of time. I'm really judgemental and opinionated, but I'm not prejudiced. I'm not very outgoing when I first meet someone.
 
END: 4:05
 
Haha, I make myself sound mean. I'm not mean, don't worry. ;D

-charlie brown
 
I stayed home sick today. :(
I have another cold again, dangit! And all I did was drink tea and read the Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants. Yay...
 
ANYWAYS. This set is kind of crap. It's more than crap actually, but I'll spare you the details.

GAHD. I'm freezing cold.
 
UHM, what to say. My mother will probably be on the fence about letting me go to winter formal next year from what happened at this year's formal... hahah. I think all the stories I hear are just plain pitiful. And stupid. But mainly pitiful. People should learn to grow up and get some maturity under their belts.

say it outlouuuuud.
 
HOWDY.
I feel like watching Making Fiends. Yeyeyeee Vendettaaaaa.
 
lalalala. OH, and I kind of failed a Chinese quiz today... which, surprisingly, was a first for me. Meh. I normally just get C's at the worst, but no. I literally failed. 21/37. Fun stuff. :(
 
BUT other than that, this day was pretty lax. I'm apparently doing shot put now, LMAO! (I'm like a stick... how the heck did this happen?!)

Hey guys!
So for a couple of reasons, I've decided to postpone the Polywhore Mag. But, the idea is still festering in my head, so I promise that as soon as I get some more time to create this lovely magazine, then I will for SURE start it up again. Sorry, loves! Keep an eye out for an announcement set from me soon, though. ;)
 
Okay, one more thing that's completely unrelated.
So, I have this opportunity to do a Chinese study thing over the summer. As in like 2 or 3 weeks in the States getting ready and then 6 weeks spent in China. And it's government funded for the most part (aside from shopping money and a $1500 donation... which /seems/ like a lot, but it's really not). Anyways, I'd have to apply and all that, but I have a pretty good feeling that I'd probably get in, considering my circumstances (ahem. nonasian). But the problem is that it would completely ruin my summer cross country training, thus ruining my cross country season. And, it would be the better portion of my summer, and I'd have summer AP homework to do, SAT lessons to take, etc, etc, etc.
 
So, I'm in a dilemma.
I don't want to pass up the chance of a lifetime, but... I don't want to put my life in a standstill.
 
This would also mean that I wouldn't be on Polyvore for 2 months...

High Fashion Battle! Whoooo!
 
Okay let's see. About me.
I'm 15. I like to run, I can speak limited Chinese, and I like playing the violin. I love The Shins. And MGMT. Oh, I love watching The Office... And I have a weird obsession with Sabrina the Teenage Witch. Which brings me to my full-blown obsession with Harry Potter. ;)
 
That's me in a nutshell, I guess. haha

RUMOR MILL.
 
Ara's underwear party (lmao!)
 
I walked into Ara's apartment with a slightly annoyed disposition. My head was pounding from the previous night's all-nighter (college serves me well) and also with worry about Eddie. I hadn't talked to him since my Mexican fiesta birthday, where I was left horribly in confusion and doubt. I knew Eddie was going to be at the underwear party (yes, you heard me right) and I was afraid of what may or may not go on there. After hesitating, with my hair whipping in my face like mad, I threw the door open and walked in. It was a strange sight. Everyone was practically butt-naked (with the exception of underwear... HA). I slipped off my shoes and cosmic (literally!) sweatshirt and joined Monika, Ara and Alek. I was feeling horribly self conscious, but disregarded it, considering that no one would probably remember in the morning anyways. I spotted Eddie on the far side of the room, and when we locked gazes, we both looked away. My cheeks flushed and my heart skipped a beat as I walked over and got a martini. Eddie was right at my heels and I couldn't turn away from him this time.
 
"Let me do that for you.." he said, grabbing the glass and handing it to me.
 
"Thanks..." I said, looking up at him for the first time. He looked tired. Tired and anxious. I wanted to know what he was up to. I knew that expression. "I really liked your gift, you know... It's in my car right now, to be written on as soon as I leave," I said, and chuckled.
 
He laughed as he grabbed my hands, "Look Lena, I don't want this to be awkward. I like you, and I want to be with you, and I know you feel the same way. What's wrong?"
 
My underwear-clad self felt miniscule compared to him (who, funnily enough, was wearing shamrock boxers. Better than Cain's tighty-whitey's in any case). My hands were clammy and cold, and I sat down at the nearest chair. Eddie followed suit.
 
"Look. I like you. I do. A lot. More than I'd like to, obviously, or we wouldn't be dealing with this right now. I don't like this feeling; not being in control. You should know how it feels, considering your situation," I said, probably a little more harshly than I had meant to.
 
"Let loose a little, Lena," he said, intently.
 
"Nice alliteration," I said, and laughed.
 
"Ha. Ha." he said, rolling his eyes, "now what's it gonna be? What's your answer?"
 
"I..." I started, not knowing what to do. I liked (possibly loved) Eddie. So much. And I didn't want this feeling to leave. Ever since the day I had broken my wrist, and he had somehow come to the rescue, he was constantly in my brain, clouding my thoughts. My mind strayed to my party, when we finally kissed. I wanted that. I didn't want some hokey friendship that I knew would terminate anyways. I wanted that. I wanted him.
 
I got up and slid down on his lap, touching my lips to his. We were locked in each other's embrace, and I knew at that point that I had made the right decision.
 
"I can't believe it, Lena. Are you drunk?" he said, smiling at me.
 
"No.. are you?" I said, and returned the look.
 
"No. That's strange," he replied with a grin and hugged me tight. My heart felt full, and somehow, the fact that I had absolutely no sleep didn't even seem to bother me. I was happy... finally. And it had to get to the point where we were both hugging, in our underwear, in the center of a party.
 
What can I say?
I've always been prone to drama, I suppose.
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HA.
Oh god. But yay. Finally.
 
I'm getting my bottom braces off in 2 weeks. Yes! :D