Greetings and Salutations.

   Hello, my American name is Bianka Perez.

   Hello, my Mexican name is Bianká Pérez Atienzo.

   Hello, my Italian name is Bianka Perez Atenccini.

   And how are you?

   And who are you?

Greetings and Salutations.

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I'm in such a strange mood right now. I was so happy and bouncy earlier. Now I'm quiet and still.

Maybe it's the Linkin Park that my brother is listening to.

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I made dinner today. It was yummy. I make goooood Italian food=)

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The past 8 or so days have been extremely busy.

Friday, October 1st:

School, then stores until about 11:00 at night.

Saturday, October 2nd:

Overslept, got ready for party, went to party, got home, bought *pool table*, then played until about 2 in the morning.

Tried to connect to the internet after that, but my computer had a virus. I didn't really try to fix it. I was too tired.

Sunday, October 3rd:

Woke up late, babysat, did homework, then went to sleep at around 11.

Monday, October 4th:

My parents bought a new refrigerator and stove. They had it delivered that day. Both the refrigerator and stove are so blindingly white that it makes the cabinets look dirty.

Babysat again.

Tuesday, October 4th

Did a crapload of homework until about 11:20 at night.

Wednesday, October 5th:

A blissfully short day. Did homework until about 10:50 at night.

Today...

PHYSICS:

Test. It was easy at most parts, but at others I was totally baffled. The whole "tying a string at the end of a tin can" was weird. We never went over that in class! Coach Lewis tends to get distracted and talk about something else the whole period. Because of his talking, we haven't been able to do three labs and four reviews. Maybe he's not as good of a teacher as I thought. He's still really cool, but he tends to not teach at all.

Turned in my crappy EggLander. I hate the fact that I have to present it to the class. What the heck am I supposed to say?

SPANISH:

Quiz. It was incredibly easy.

Kept on reading Presidente de la Clase. It's a cute book. It's terrible easy, AND it's a first grade level read for Mexican students (and kindergarten isn't even mandatory! They're just learning how to read. As Jacob said, "Oh, so I can read Spanish about as well as my sister can read English right now, which is not at all."

Nicely put.
 
WORLD LIT:

Did my speech as Sarah. My speech was extremely informative, I must say=)

I rule.

Then Mrs. Mezzanotte let us all eat the food that we brought.

Jewish bread is yummy.

LUNCH:

Awesome. Just awesome. I love lunch on B days. On B days I sit with 5 more people, so if the majority of them are talking about something that I'm completely confused, lost, and have no remote clue as to what it's about, (*cough*Marching Band*cough) then I can just turn around and talk to Liz.

WORLD HISTORY:

I like Mrs. Villemez. She has such a sad past... Both of her parents died when she was very young, her childhood house burned to the ground, and then her grandmother, who raised her after her parents died and was her only parent-figure, died when she was a senior in High School.

I wonder how she can be so happy.

Well, I guess other people wondered how I can always be so happy. I have many reasons to be depressed and even suicidal, but I always keep my head high and smile. ^___^

Other times I'm just in weird moods like these. But my mood is picking up.

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I feel like writing. I feel that I should be spending my time writing a story, that my time should be spent on writing books instead of blogs, that it's better spent that way.

But I feel that I have such an obligation to my friends online. Besides, it's a way to de-stress. I can only write well when I'm in a certain mood, anyway. If I try to write and I'm not in that mood, I just end up deleting everything.

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   /Look in the water. Please look in the water.../

   I dart my eyes around, searching for a way out even though I have already realized that I cannot move.

   "Where are you?" he asks, panic in his silvery voice.

   /Look for me in the water.../

   /I want to tell him everything that's on my mind. I want to at least tell him how I Feel. I...want to speak. /

   "Where are you?" he asks again, choking on his own tears.

   /Desperation...loneliness... Is that his future?/

   /Why don't you look in the lake...? I'm right here... I've always been right in front of you.../

   I feel tears fall from my eyes, but I cannot feel them cross my cheeks. The water around me is already coming into my nose, into my ears, and pulling me down to the bottom. Closing my eyes and feeling warm tears for the last time, I let myself be pulled down to the bottom of the lake.

   /So this is what it's like...to drown yourself in tears.../