An Average Day at School

So, I brought my bag to school today.

See? So, I decided to talk about my day at school. I mean, might as well.

Study Hall

First class of the day is Study Hall. I occasionally (read as: always) just use this time to sleep. It’s nice.

Gym

First real class of the day is Gym. Today we reviewed vocabulary. We were playing a game to see who knows their vocabulary best. I was pretty sure I was going to win, because vocab is my thing. At the end this happened. (I have a quiet voice.)

Teacher: Okay who got the most points.

Student: Oh, I got 65300 points.

Teacher: Wow, that’s a lot. Did anyone beat him?

Me: I got 78600 points.

Teacher: No one?

Me: I got more points.

Teacher: I guess you win, Student.

Student: Do I get anything?

Teacher: How about some candy?

Me: I hate you all.

English

Third class is English. (If you read my Random Thoughts post about the class, you already know that I hate it. If not, then guess what: I hate it.) We started working on the essay that we were assigned. I got a chromebook, and began working. And by working I meant looking for a Black Butler wallpaper to use.

I found this one.

Apparently Black Butler is now a shoujo manga.

I liked this one the best.

Then I actually had to start working. Ugh.

Well, that looks like enough work for one day. Time to look at kawaii outfits online.

Life is good.

Global History

Then I went to Global. The teacher told one of my classmates (let’s call him Bobby One-Eye) that a tall kid wearing a hoodie named Raptor was looking for him. Well, Bobby called that teacher a liar. Eventually, he said Raptor was the name of the demon who contacted him through an Ouija board. And everyone was like, “woah!!!” One of the teaching aides said there’s no such thing as a good demon, and you shouldn’t mess with that stuff.

Really, I can’t believe this school sometimes. Who are you to say there’s no such hing as a good demon? What do you have against demons? They’re the spawns of Satan himself, not telemarketers. Really.

Elevator Break?

Also, on the way to my next class I saw an elevator.

I know most schools have elevators for disabled kids and stuff… But an elevator! It’s just something I didn’t realize we had!

Fornesics

Next comes Forensics. Forensics is pretty cool most days. Today was not one of those days.

We spent most of the day watching videos about the stages of decay. Do you know what a pig looks like after rotting for twenty days? Because I do.

Seriously, I came here to party not to come to terms with my own mortality.

Lunch

After that comes lunch. Hooray! Lunch today is pizza. Although now that I think about it…

This isn’t very kawaii, is it? Kawaii girls eat bentos for lunch. Hm…

Level two? Hah, that’s only one level away! I’ll be eating kawaii lunches in no time…

I eat my *shivers* non-kawaii lunch, and spend the rest of the period looking at bento boxes online.

Intermediate Algebra

Math is my next class. We end up playing this game called Radical Bingo, where we solve equations with radicals and mark the corresponding answer on our bingo sheet. It was laughably easy. The class in general is easy. (I’m in intermediate algebra but I was in trigonometry before. I had to move classes due to certain circumstances. Hence why I find the class easy.)

I started drawing pictures on the whiteboard I use to solve equations.

Here’s a man presenting the answer.

Now he has tentacle legs and is holding an orb made of pure light, known in some circles as the Essence of Happiness.

The Essence of Happiness has been searched for by many individuals over the years. Genghis Khan, Abraham Lincoln, Adolph Hitler, and Britney Spears are all examples of people who have searched for it, each for their own reasons.

The search can drive people mad. And no one knows what will happen if someone possesses it.

Oooh, I won Bingo! Yay! And on to the last class of the day!

Study Hall

Another study hall. I spend the rest of the day reading drama CD translations for Diabolik Lovers. It was good. (Reiji-sama is my favorite…)

For those of you who don’t know, Diabolik Lovers is basically S&M with vampires and no explicit sex scenes. Explicit sex scenes. As in no one’s shown naked. Because don’t misunderstand, it’s practically overflowing with sex. It’s just not shown. It’s classy that way.

And so, my school day ended. I learned many new things. The decay stage of decomposition is without a doubt the grossest. Tall guys named Raptor are probably demons from hell. Stolen candy tastes best.

School. Surely, it is where we learn both about the world and ourselves.

The Mall of DEATH AND DESPAIR

It started out innocently enough. We went to the mall to celebrate my little sister’s birthday. It’s the biggest mall in our state, so I was looking forward to it. My little sister wanted to go to the Cheesecake Factory since this mall happened to have one, despite going to the Cheesecake Factory at a different mall last week. But, it was still good. The Cheesecake Factory is great. Going two weeks in a row isn’t a bad thing. And indeed, it was nice.

Look, she even got a special birthday cheesecake. How wonderful.

So, we ate our food and our cheesecakes, and began to go through the rest of the mall. Now, it’s typical to feel a bit stuffed after eating a big meal, but I wasn’t just feeling stuffed. I was feeling downright nauseous. But, I mean, it wasn’t terrible. I would survive. I could handle it.

And yet, it left me feeling a bit irritated.

So, we went to the Sketcher store first. Lots of colorful shoes, but I wasn’t planning on getting any. Shoes are just a small aspect of the kawaii wardrobe, and I wanted to get important stuff like shirts, dresses, and skirts first. I was prioritizing.

So, I put on my headphones and listened to Pandora while my family browsed. I was able to connect to Pandora through the free WiFi the mall has. I was listening to my Nightcore radio station. A single song played.And then, it stopped.

Eh? Pandora can’t connect to the internet? But I… Huh? The WiFi got disconnected somehow. Strange. So I reconnected, listened to another song. And again, it disconnected.

For some reason, my phone thought it  would be funny to disconnect from the WiFi about every three minutes, despite the signal being strong and there being no reason to do that. And each time I wanted to reconnect, I had to go to this page and agree to the terms for the WiFi network…

Okay, so that’s actually pretty frustrating. Especially when my family likes to take forever in each store they go to, and  my main resort is listening to music while they browse. And I have like five songs on my phone, so Pandora is my thing.

At this point I was kind of ticked off.  But I wasn’t losing it yet.

So, after deciding to not get anything at the Sketchers store, we then went to Uniqlo, a clothing store. I looked around, but everything was expensive!

$34.90 for that white shirt! I was raised on Target Clearance, so my concept of expensive might be a little warped. But if a shirt is gonna cost thirty-five bucks, it better be embroidered with diamonds.

So, everything is out of my price range, I’m feeling nauseous, and I have to reconnect to the WiFi after every song I listen to on Pandora. This is when I entered Code Red Mode.

I like to divide my mental sates into four categories. Code Green, Code Blue, Code Red, and Code Black. Code Green is when I’m feeling rational and clearheaded. I could potentially be very happy or kind of bored, but I’m still thinking straight. Code Blue is when I’m feeling unreasonably sad. I feel like I’ve just been hit by a wave of pure melancholy. (Code Blue doesn’t happen that much these days, so that’s good.) Code Red is when I’m feeling extremely annoyed. Like, really annoyed. Code Black is… well, we’ll save that for another day.

So, I entered Code Red Mode. I was feeling irritated and the slightest thing is getting on my nerves. To give you an idea of what I’m like in Code Red Mode, here are some of the thoughts that were going through my mind at that point.

Urgh! SO FRIGGIN’ ANNOYING. I’m sick, the WiFi isn’t working right, and mom is taking forever looking at those GODDAMN OVERPRICED CLOTHES. WHO DOES SHE THINK SHE IS, WASTING MY TIME?! DID SOMEBODY JUST BUMP INTO ME?! I swear, if one more thing happens to annoy me, I’m going rip someone’s face off and use the skin to make a handbag. It’d be cuter and cheaper than buying something from this GODDAMNED DOMICILE OF PURE EVIL.

Yep. That pretty much sums up my mental state when I’m in Code Red Mode.

So, we went to Bath and Body Works after that. I got a hand sanitizer and a hand sanitizer carrier. It was mostly because the holder looked cute.

After that, we went to another shoe store… And spent about five hours looking at shoes before WE LEFT WITHOUT BUYING ANYTHING AND WHO DO THEY THINK THEY ARE MAKING THE GREAT ME WAIT LIKE TEN HOURS JUST TO-

Ahem, I mean we left without buying anything. (Code Red Mode might make me a bit narcissistic as well, it seems.)

So, after that we went to Hot Topic. There were some super cute lens cases, which I wish I could have gotten, but I don’t have lenses. I do have glasses though, and I’m pretty sure I want to switch to lenses at some point. But I’m sure dad would’ve been like, “No, you don’t have lenses and you’re never getting lenses because you lose everything.” But, I mean, with this cat-shaped lens case I wouldn’t lose them. There was also an Ouran High School Host Club t-shirt, which was totally kawaii but didn’t come in my size. Yet another disappointment.

After that we went to Claire’s. I actually got a few things, which improved my mood.

Look, cute earrings.

Then we looked for Garage, a clothing store with a bunch of cute stuff. This Garage has a huge clearance section, so I’m looking forward to it. Except, it’s been closed and is in the process of being moved to another location within the mall.

But don’t worry, because they’ve opened up a temporary Garage.

Which is one third the size of the original.

And has a clearance section consisting of one rack.

That was a nice surprise.

Well, I did get a pink shirt thing.

See? So, after that we went to another shoe store where we spent about seven hours. I’m not even kidding, we really did visit a third shoe store. We did actually get some shoes this time, though. So, yeah.

We went to Target after that. At that point my feet were so sore that I felt like crying (my feet always get sore way faster than anyone else’s for some reason), but whatever.

After that, we went home. Although I had stopped feeling nauseous, I did start to feel nauseous again on the way home for some reason. But that was also fine. At that point I just felt tired.

So, at the end of the day, it wasn’t too bad I guess. I’d rather experience all that and get a few things than have a nice day at home and not get anything. I think? But there is one thing that I’m really glad I got.

A really cool bag! I think I’ll use that as my bag at school from now on. Wait, what was that sound? Eh? A SPECIAL ITEM?! I didn’t expect to get one this early on! Wait, aren’t special items worth a lot of Exp? Hm, let’s check… YES! I leveled up! I mean, it might just be level one, but at least it’s something, right? Ah, there’s a new quest too! Psh, that’ll be easy. Well, leave it to me to make the most of a bad day.

I Hate my English Class

I hate it so much. Not because I’m not good at it. In fact, it’s my best class. But I still hate it. You wanna know why?

It’s because THEY’RE ALL MORONS. Well, that might be a little harsh. I just completely and utterly disagree with most of the things my classmates and teachers say. I find their interpretation of the text to be flawed.

I just want to shout out, “How could you think that?!” But I don’t. I just sit there quietly. All the while seething with frustration.

I hate English.

My Day at the Mall

Well, it’s time to go to the mall and take the first steps toward becoming kawaii.

It takes about an hour to reach the mall. I’m going with my family. (We only went because we had something else to do in that area anyway.) Before we actually go shopping, we stop at the Cheesecake Factory.

Look at all the delicious cheesecakes!

This is the one I choose. Looks yummy, right? But I feel like it could be improved…

Perfect! Now it’s a kawaii cheesecake!

After we have lunch, we explore the mall. There are so many cool things!

Look, a kawaii guitar! It kind of reminds me of the time I played the viola.

I quit after two weeks.

But anyway! The mall is full of cool stuff. We go to Bath and Body Works to get some nice smelling stuff.

A big part of being kawaii is being clean and smelling nice!

On to Claire’s! That place is packed to the brim with cute stuff!

Eek! Cuteness overload! Too bad I can’t get all of it…

Do I look kawaii?

In the end I get these panda earrings and a few other things.

To my surprise, there aren’t a lot of kawaii clothes. And the few ones I saw that I thought were potentially kawaii were too expensive. That was majorly disappointing.

I still completed the quest! Now let’s see my level progress…

Dang it! I thought I could level up today… So much frustration.

Hey, wait a minute… Aren’t I going to a bigger mall next Saturday to celebrate my little sister’s birthday?

Hmm… It seems my quest is far from over.

The Current Me

So, here is the current me.

Hm. It’s okay, but far from kawaii.

Well, every quest has to start somewhere. And currently, my kawaii level is…

Ack! Zero! I knew it was bad, but zero?! How in the world can I reach a high level of kawaii at this rate? Sigh. It’s going to take a while to make any real changes to my lifestyle, but I can’t just wait around for my kawaii level to rise. What am I to do?

The mall! That’s right! I’m going to the mall tomorrow! I can start by making my wardrobe super kawaii! But, wait…

I’m broke. Agh! Maybe mom will lend me some money?

The Beginning of a Quest

Hello, world. I know that you don’t know me, and I don’t know you, but I have a favor to ask.

I want you to embark on a journey with me. A search for the true meaning of kawaii. I know, I know. We’ve just met, and I’m already asking you this much of you. But before you leave, here my story.

I was thirteen when I first entered the wonderful world of anime and manga. At the time, those were things I scoffed at. Those were things for… nerds. And nerds were losers. (Just saying those kinds of things now makes me feel sick.) So, when I watched Black Butler for the first time on Netflix, I was filled with conflicting emotions.

On one hand, OH MY GOSH THAT WAS AMAZING! On the other hand, after thinking so lowly of all things Japanese for so long, I was confused. Was I a nerd? A loser? Yet, I buried those feelings, and continued on. After completing both seasons of Black Butler, I moved on to Death Note. I was captivated again.

Now, at this point you may be thinking: “Death Note is not kawaii. (Black Butler is kind of kawaii at times, but not Death Note.)”

Yes, you are right. But I have not finished! You see, after watching Death Note and Black Butler, I started looking into manga. I soon found one that sounded suitably awesome. That was Midnight Secretary, my first ever manga.

If you have been paying attention and have read Midnight Secretary, you may be thinking: “Wait, weren’t you thirteen? And isn’t Midnight Secretary full of smuttiness? And isn’t that still not kawaii?”

Yes, yes, and yes. Midnight Secretary was more sexy than cute. But I was going through puberty! I was thinking about sex every three minutes! And, at least it wasn’t hentai, you know?

So after reading Midnight Secretary, I moved onto Black Bird. Black Bird was also kind of smutty, but it had something I had not seen before. Pure, genuine, kawaii-ness. I was captivated. For the first time, I cried just from the overwhelming fluffiness.

I soon began to devour shoujo and slice-of-life manga. It was all so cute. So unbearably cute.

And like this, time passed. I turned sixteen. I was still captivated by this thing called kawaii, but I was convinced it was not for me. I could never be kawaii.

But yesterday, something happened. I was looking online at kawaii girls, when a thought crossed my mind. What makes me so different from them? I had thought things like this before, but I always  laughed them off. This time was different, though. I realized I genuinely wanted to be kawaii.

But, such a thing takes time. It takes patience. And it takes effort. I am both impatient and lazy. But that’s where you come in! Every journey grows substantially better when you have company!

So here we are. The very beginning of our kawaii quest. May we find the true meaning of kawaii!