So, this is a series I started, prompted by the contests in the dokuga_contestcommunity. These are all based on the Sesshomaru/Kagome pairing from the show Inuyasha, which is owned wholly by Rumiko Takahashi.

PLEASE NOTE: every link does go back to the original entry and every part is blanketed by a PG-13 rating. You have been warned. Thanks.

This story is based in an alternate universe. After Kagome's grandfather dies, her mother doesn't have enough money to keep the shrine and is forced off the land and into a new neighborhood with houses built for families with little money. Kagome enters a new highschool - a highschool full of demons! What mischief and dangers await her?

Part One - First Impression
Part Two - An Old Man's Letters
Part Three - (fateful) Encounter
Part Four - Open Ears, Closed Eyes

So, I was browsing my journal and realized the last REAL entry I made was a bit after prom. A lot has happened since then.

A lot as in summer and the first two weeks of SENIOR YEAR.

That's a lot.

But I'm gonna summarize by narrowing down the big stuff:

1) Had my birthday with all my friends. It was my best birthday yet.
2) Went to Colorado and hiked my butt off.
3) Started hanging out and playing video games with my date from prom
4) Said date asked me out on a date
5) Said date is actually now my boyfriend (amazing how these things happen)
6) Tons of fun in Colorado again
7) Started school (Did I mention I'm a SENIOR?)
8) Said farewell to one of my best friends (she went off to college, the stinker)
9) Starting the application process

That's my first two weeks of SENIOR YEAR plus the summer. In summary.

I'm extremely happy right now. Its unhealthy. I'm still nervous around JP (we'll call my boyfriend that for now)...he still weirds me out...but I know that I can actually control him now so I'm not all that freaked. And he's nice. Really nice. And sweet. Incredibly sweet. He's patient and understands that I freak out easily.

I think that if I were to run, he might try and follow. Which is a good feeling. Considering if something gets too serious or too perfect I tend to freak out and run. Because nothing's supposed to be so perfect, or so happy... :)

Anyways. That's life right now.

...How are ya'll?

Haha, probably the same crap we do today. Although, in maybe fifty more years clothes will be obsolete. XD

So, I went to prom with one of my...well...I consider him one of my guy friends. It was fun. Now, for those of you who don't know, I'm not a real 'touchy-feely' girl. I'm shy, and my sister describes me as 'introverted' to her friends. But on prom night I was watching this movie at this party with a couple of people who didn't feel like dancing or playing pool. And he walks in, sits on the side of my chair and, after some serious considering, I scooted over and was like: "Take a seat."

F.Y.I: this guy is a creeper. Real touchy. He weirds me out sometimes, not to be mean. He's just that way.

So he sits down and after a few tense minutes of me sitting straight like a board, I decide: What the hell? "Don't do anything creepy," I told jim and lean back and try to relax. So, basically we're snugglin' up on this chair, much to all my friends surprise.

That's how prom went.

The following week, things are basically normal. Except now we're talking a lot more and I really start to consider him an actual friend.

I was talking to another guy and he was like: "Yeah, I asked him if the movie you guys were watching was a chickflick and he told me that he didn't know." And when I asked why he wouldn't, he said: "He told me he wasn't paying attention."

And THEN, this one day I dressed as a hippie for my friend's history project and me and the prom date are chatting and laughing...except I've noticed he's gotten really touchy with me again. I'm walking to my car with another one of my guy friends and suddenly he starts to laugh. When I ask what's so funny he says: "You don't even realize it!"

"What?"

"How much he's hitting on you!"

So...and now my friend (this one a girl) agrees and said: "He HAS been paying a LOT of attention to you lately."

And its gotten worse. Like...last week it was bearable. Now its just kind of...weird. Creepy almost. Like a stalker, except not so extreme.

So here's what I have to ask you: WHAT DO I DO?! I'm tempted to just tell him he's in my bubble space but...any other advice?

So, Friday afternoon, I cut off ten inches of my hair and to give to Locks of Love. Now its super duper short. Shortest its been in years. And I gotta say, I feel like every bad emotion I've had has been chopped off, leaving a new me.

Except that new me's already been tainted by annoyance and such silly emotions like that, so I'm not really all that new anymore.

Haven't updated in awhile...mainly, because I've been so bogged down by school work. I had a college counceling project due that I had kept putting off because I didn't want to go ask a teacher for a recommendation letter. I was - still am, actually - freaking out over two research papers I'm doing.

One is for english and the assignment itself has become so freaking complicated that I have no idea what I'm doing anymore so I'm just going with the flow. See, first he told us that we were writing a position paper, which everyone assumed was going to be a research paper with one position! Our assumption? Totally wrong! So every source every student found was completely useless when he told us the real assignment, which was a paper consisting off three separate papers! Sound confusing yet? Haha. Yeaaaah. Its annoying. And hte subject I chose at the beginning of the year - the one that was supposed to be for the research paper with one position - is hard when I have to find two different positions!! AAAH!

The second paper is much easier, just much more time-consuming. I have to interview somebody - that's the biggest problem. The paper itself is over the Vietnam War, but my topic is over the Kent State shooting that took place in May of 1970. Its all very interesting and depressing. And I have no idea who I'm going to interview. And the Interview has to be turned in next week. ...Ah.

Plus, I've had softball. We got first at a tournament a few weekends ago. It was awesome, to say the least. Our last game of the season is tomorrow. Should be fun, considering it was a team we've played previously and they're total bitches. Excuse my French, but they are...or were, when we played them last. And by that, I mean they were rude to us, calling us names like "slut". I'm still surprised none of them got called out on it.

Oh, yeah, and prom is next weekend. YAY! Haha.

I tend to be a pessimistic realist. If there ever was one. Haha.

I'm scared easily, so I had a lot to be afraid of when I was younger. Elevators, mainly. (That's a lot story). But I was TERRIFIED of the world being destroyed by a giant meteor. I had watched some movie about it, and then one day I was sick from school and couldn't find the remote, but my mom turned on the TV and it happened to be on the Discovery channel.

...There was a program on a giant meteor.

...I was scarred for life.

So, I've been sick for a good week now. Going on two.

Which sucks, considering I've got the dance coming up that I've got a pretty, long gown for. It's one of those girls-ask-the-boys, formal dances. I'm so excited about it, I almost hyperventalate. I was going to ask my crush, but he was asked the day before the invitations were sent out, so his date cheated. But whatever, I asked out my (considered) best guy friend, the one I thought I loved. Probably do. I'm slowly falling out of it, though. There's no way he'd look my way when he's surrounded by his two ex-girlfriends (my best friend being one of them).

According to the doctor, though, I should be healthy by Saturday so I'm telling my date to not put away his dancing shoes just yet. Because, he might not dance, but I'll make him dance. >:) I will not go to a dance and not dance, because then that's defeating the purpose of the DANCE, right? Right. Bwah ha ha ha.

And that's basically all that's been happening. I want to talk more about my crush - code name Geraldo - but I don't want to bore any of my possible readers/friends with my mindless, girlish chatter.

Haha.

Okay, first thing first: Happy holidays, everyone!

Second thing: Just got back from a skii trip with my pop. It was a freaking BLAST. Well, okay, we skiied only two days, but it was still so much fun and I haven't been on a father-daughter trip with him before. It was great. The drive from the Eagle airport to Aspen wasn't much fun; we were given a car without four-wheel-drive, half a tank of gas when we paid for a full, and windshield wipers that I like to say are the definition of the phrase: "DAMN IT, NOT AGAIN!". Why? Because they sucked. They didn't work. At all. And did I happen to mention we were driving in a freaking SNOW storm? Yeah, those things would have come in handy.

Third thing: On the ski trip, we saw Antonio Banderas. My dad spotted him while we were going up the escalator, and he was going down the down one. I never saw the face, but it looked like him from the back (don't ask me how I know, I just do).

Fourth thing: I am back on my own computer!! That's right folks: I am officially moved back into th playroom, and my computer FINALLY has Internet again! No more of that laptop (although it now holds 90% of everything I've written in the past six months). I am so happy to be back on this computer...although my hand is cramping...huh, that's never happened before. It must be because I haven't used an actual keyboard in a while...

Anyways, that's all my news so far. Have a safe, fun holiday everyone!