(Current Music: 'Ouchi Ga Ichiban' by Satomi Kourogi)
Musings/Character Sketch:
AGAAAAAH. I hate Marks-Cut Off at my school. So much pressure in one day, when I should've did most of my work TWO MONTHS AGO.
*instant fail*
D: How the hell am I gonna grad in time like this?! (lol, on TIME'S AN UNDERSTATEMENT.)
Anyways, I am working my skills on character sketches. I've tried a Travis Touchdown one, but it failed miserably.
HE'LL GET YOUR UNBORN BABIES. HE WILL, I SWEAR.
Instead, I worked on Uryuu Ishida from BLEACH. I can honestly say that I have an uncanny obsession with this guy.
LIKE COME ON.
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Last.
Call him a geek, dork or a nerd, he's still a worthy adversary in my class.
He's proven to be a geek because of the stupid, classical eyeglasses prep he always does as a habit. Sometimes he catches the light jsut enough for his lenses to make a freaky glint.
Being the top academic student in class made his ego look even more bloated.
He keeps a well-kempt appearance in and out of school. (just because he wants to look like a under-the-water kept man.)
He keeps his shirts a crisp, clean white. In fact, I don't see him wear any other color for a shirt. He must be a clean kind of man.
He stands and sits erect when in class. I think he's related to a rigid wooden board.
No one has ever seen a HAPPY grin on his face. Maybe a malicious, plotting one, but never one with actual joy.
His tone sounds apathetic. He makes a room grow colder than a freezer compartment when he talks. But I think he tries too hard to lace his words into something close to perfection.
He's such an accomplished actor, he's even the leading man in all of the theater productions our drama club held in the past few years.
He's also an active member of the sewing club. His infamous nickname was the "Four Eyed Seamstress."
He has a justice, almost chivalrous attitude when a girl gets picked on in class. I'm surprised he's not taken yet.
He eats slowly at lunch. He actually savors and chews what he's eating like a cow munching lazily on thick cud.
He has low blood pressure. Anyone with a paler complexion like his would say so.
He hates buttons. Fasteners and velcros seemed okay to him, but no one in his sewing club knew why he hated buttons so much.
Not a lot of his classmates know this, but he's actually pretty awkward in conversation. turns out he really is a nerdy kind of man.
He likes getting his work done in time. One time he told me procrastination doesn't create men, it creates only conflict in men. He should be a poet.
There was one lunch period when a kid yelled, "Its a haphazard!" He looked ready to strangle the poor guy when he politley told him not to ever use that word again.
He seems to have a habit of putting a cross shape in anything he makes in sewing class.
His sense of justice can be looked as a stubborn trait of loyalty over the clan he's part of. He could recite the definition of 'pride' to anyone if they asked.
I feel almost sorry for him, having to be the last of his kind, now trying to get along in Life's ebbing and flowing tidal wave.
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I tried! I don't think I can compare to any of those girls in my Creative Writing class. They seem to put more thought into it.
Ugaah. I'm putting myself down again.
>_>
Alright, I'll need more practice. Maybe Strider Hiryu, or Demyx. I DUNNO.
I'LL GET BACK ON THAT ONE.
-kiwi
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