as i previously explained, i write stories and sell them to people who wish to continue them. this is one of the stories i wrote recently but its only a part:

Alright! Today, we are introducing a new student to Lenten High.” Exclaimed Mr. Tomonaga. “Please welcome, Daichi Tatsuya.” At first, no one came into the room. But after a moments’ hesitation, a young boy, about the age of fifteen walked in. Standing at about 5’8, right under where his name was written on the board, was a young looking, light skinned boy sporting a ponytail with electrifying green eyes. He was wearing a sweater vest, sweat pants with cuffs at the bottom and American high-top sneakers. Everyone in the classroom became momentarily silent as Daichi waved awkwardly. After introductions were over, everyone continued to talk amongst each other and pay no attention to the New Kid. Daichi slowly began his short walk toward his desk. To him, that walk felt like; a hike through the jungle, a voyage on the sea, a long catwalk in which everyone and everything was just waiting for him to mess up. As Daichi finally found his seat, he didn’t notice the person watching him: Ramona Toru-Nakamura. Ramona’s seat was one spot to the left and two seats behind Daichi’s and she began to enjoy Daichi’s presence before she even spoke to him.

For once I went out and met new people. I laughed a lot and had a lot of fun. Life is getting better.

9 eggs topped with bits of cooked keilbasa, spring mix oregano, parmesan and mozzarella chesse + 5 slices of bacon all wrapped up in a huge kaiser roll = greatest breakfast ever<3

Rain is always welcome on Sunday. Sunday is a good day for rain. Don't you agree? 

A happy girl is a beautiful girl. Nothing can and ever will be able to penetrate the beauty of happiness.

My sister did my hair for my birthday, and made the decision for me that I'd look nice with a Chinese bang​. I wanted a side bang, but I trusted her judgment. The first comment my friend made was that I looked like Nicki Minaj. Now, I hate Nicki Minaj. I hate her attempt at rap, her stereotypical appearance, and her dysfunctional purpose. The thought of even slightly resembling Nicki Minaj stirs my nerves because half of the female teenage population is trying to resemble Nicki Minaj these days. I'd hate to be compared to them. "Well look, another Nicki." But no, I'm not another Nicki. I may wear the style that she has turned into a trademark, but I will never be another Nicki. I have too much respect for the power of words then to turn them into foolish lyrics. I understand the true essence of beauty all to well then to enhance my body for popularity. And I know where I want to go in my life, and becoming an attempted singer/ rapper/ small time actress doesn't fall into that category.

Oatmeal and Martin makes the perfect Sunday morning.

Saturday started off perfectly fine. I cleaned up and did laundry. Once 6 O'clock hit I thought maybe I should get dressed and head out. Everyones plans just didn't sound appeasing. One friend suggested a hotel party I thought no. Another suggested the movies I thought why pay when I get free tickets in advance. My bf suggested bowling I'm tired of losing so I told him I wasn't up to it. Surprisingly my mother suggested the best thing. She said "how about you go to sleep." I looked at her sideways and said "great idea." That's how I spent a beautiful Saturday evening.

Soon enough there will be leaves again..

Things Not To Attend With One's Father And A Pair of Visiting Spainards:
A stand up comedy show in which there are numerous references to sex, blowjobs, and drunken shenanigans.

Heed this advice dears. Heed it!