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a certain hapless resident

Sun, 19 Apr 2009 10:47:07 GMT

I don't remember in which song Ringo says this, but she describes sex appeal as being all maturity and skill and talent.

I hate how that isn't true in any other realm. In any other realm the mature, the skilled, and the talented will be passed over often times, or never heard, because the power brokers lazily ignore them, or are threatened by them.

You see, it seems destiny is more in control. It;'s easier to say 'destiny' than "God" because God's plan, which he allegedly has for all of us is described as rainbows and smiles, even when in can't possibly be.

I didn't choose my parents, I got luck, I didn't chose my financial bracket, that came with the parents, I never had relatives as a small girl and when I finally learn about them, have them, I can't even fathom it because the gap is too big.

I'm cynical and bitter as of late. Holden Caulfield syndrome, from earlier, has floated back into my thinking.

And when I'm not bitter and cynical, I'm just drunk with apathy. I don't care. I spent three hours entering cheat codes in animal crossing on a golden afternoon, and when it occurred that soon I would have no more goals to achieve in that game I pushed it aside and continued my menial task.

Menial and pointless. I should have been doing something menial and purposeful.

I can't achieve anything. This is my own fault, but perhaps is my resources were different I would be like my baby cousin, musical gifted and with a head screwed on straight.

I can't even go to the bathroom. Every time I go, it clogs. I literally shit bricks. I cry. I just want to go potty! The bathroom in sacred, a place for cleansing, and I used to really enjoy taking a piss, but I'm not allowed to find simple joy in one and two because I'm too busy trying to make little poops and break off the bricks and then flush, and then it clogs anyway.

I have no friends.

I have no skill.

I have no connections.

I have no real reason to live, not even the old stand by of my younger years "well there are so many books I have not read" works anymore. Of course...

I have no drive.

So don't worry about me trying to end it anytime soon.

What if this is all my fault? What if it's my fault? It could be, maybe I'm just to lazy to fix myself. I don't know if that's true, I actually don't know if anything regarding myself is true.

I want to sleep but if I do it know I'll have to renege on something Mom signed me up for tomorrow, and I really wouldn't care I just want her to be happy. But even then, trying to make my family happy doesn't supply enough drive for me to do the right thing.

It's awful, I can't even rail at God. I want to cry.

And yet, in between the afternoon of yesterday and now I had moments of goofily dancing to "Lawrence Welk".

What's wrong with me?

pointless entry

Sat, 18 Apr 2009 05:34:36 GMT

I don't want to be miserable.

I'm doing alright, but I can't stand the up and down anymore. My meds have changed (yeeeeey, clonopin) but only within the last week or so.

I want to be happy. I don't want to feel like I'm living for nothing.

I want to be successful, and finish my projects, and pay down my library fines, and do my homework, and have friends.

I don't want to lash out at my parents just because there is no one else to lash out at. I wish I had my fathers number so I could shriek at him.

Grandma had mohs surgery for her skin cancer. She looks a fright, I have plenty of pictures. Hopefully it's all gone. She's a trooper. I love her. I'm glad once we took her off the aricept she wasn't crazy any more.

I love my Mommy too. I wish she could have a life to herself, and not worry about Grandma and I. I wish she didn't have to worry about money. I wish she was married to some lovely guy.

My Aunt Amy died. Because of that I met more family. I think it's silly that as a little child I had no big crazy family, and was all alone just the three of us, and suddenly people are coming out of the wood work. This family I had never met before was rich. And perfect. My baby cousin could drive and was a good musician, and had two wealthy parents, and was a good kid. I wish he'd drop dead. My Aunt Sheila was scary and good at the same time. I'm sorry I'm indecisive and for the whole not being able to pick a beverage and then picking one and then it being out you calling over baby cousin to drive and get it being a slap to your face about the whole womens lib things. Sorry. I mentioned MIT. People actually listened and then talked to me like they actually expected me to get in. I was scared. I was glad to go home.

We're supposed to wash strawberries before we eat them but I don't. I don't care if they have dirt and the poopoo of migrant workers on it, washing them just contribute to the failure of the human race, putting us even further into a bubble that can't be sustained.

I puked today. I hadn't had enough food before taking my pills so I upchucked strawberry and date and icky school lunch sandwich halfway up the stairs. I had to hold it in my mouth. It wasn't fun. But it's isn't enough to scare me into loving my body and not feeling horribly overweight and unattractive.

I want to feel entitled, like deserve nice things, and I have lately. I know that isn't true. I need to stop wanting so much.

Disneyland doesn't let you wear costumes there. Someday I'll write to them and get a pass so I can do it anyway.

mo' better blues

Mon, 16 Feb 2009 02:40:50 GMT

Guess what?

As usual, I went through a winter of discontent in regards to blogging. I may as well resign myself to the fact that I never blog when it's cold and grey. Even when we have bizarre as heck Christmas snow storms.

Anyway, I'm not doing to well. I've dropped out of school (!), or sort of have, having disenrolled in my college classes, and only attend highschool on a tutorial basis. It might be because my meds have stopped working (!!).

I was dropped from my psychiatric service, so for a while had no therapy, and no medication management. So, now we are starting fresh with a new programme. My new therapist seems incredible, she actually went to college for costume design, and was a milliner in New York (!!!) before she changed lanes and entered the psychiatric health field. I like her.

Still, I'm really depressed. I haven't been "happy" in a number of weeks now, and can barely get myself to move. I don't leave the house, and hate myself and my laziness and my mediocrity more and more each day.

I want to begin sewing again, and I should, seeing as how one of my Christmas gifts was a fabulous new sewing machine, but I can't get to the fabric store no matter how hard I try and plan. In addition to that, I don't even know if I should spend my money on materials, because, as usual craigslist has some stellar deals.

I have a basement now, it's like a post apocalyptic zombie bunker. Our yard has been butchered and looks seriously sad. I'm addicted to /cgl, which is not helpful to my social growth, or my self confidence.

By the way, did I mention my passages is about growing a healthy social network? Yes, only someone as pathetic and alienating as me could possibly have to have a school assignment dedicated to making to friend.

I hate myself.

Neglecting my Duties as a Chronicler of my own Life

Sat, 25 Oct 2008 07:27:47 GMT

Why is it in the winter I do not write? Like, at all?

My blog goes cold with the weather. I better you know, sex it up, write something up before it decides to leave me for the pool boy.

School. That I can talk about. Break is over. Over break I wrote a grant. Well, I helped. Had a minor break down towards the end.

I started Japanese. Now half way through 101. I missed the voice acting seminar entirely, so, not happy.

On Japanese, conversation? Not so bad. Hiragana? I love writing it (relaxuma~~), but it MESSES ME UP, YO. I mean, BREAKS MY BRAIN. I cannot recognize anything more than a few odd characters, and MID TERM is on TUESDAY. Gaaaah. I might have to cheat. And then feel guilty and perform some self destructive act. On the good note, their is a tall underclassman who shares his candy bar with me. My classmates are nice (even my best friends older brother, which is kind of bizarro), and my teacher is adorable.

The organization of the chairs doesn't work for her so she says "Okay, everybody in a circle!" so we try to organize and fail, so she shakes her head and says "Two half circles!", and draws a diagram on the board of a half circle within a bigger half circle. And then she draws a dot at the front, and points at the half circles and goes "Common People." Then she points at the dot and goes "Goddess."
I love her. Her fashion sense is quirky and cute too, she has the greatest socks.

At school school, my schedule goes Nancy, Math, Health, Nancy + Lit.Except this week, Lit and Health were switched, because the sex ed teacher from the county came.

I wanted to kill myself. We had a combined class with the academy, and I don't like academy students. I didn't learn anything new, I wound up pissing people off by casually mention that when the time came to ask the opposite gender questions, that I didn't respect them enough to ask their opinions. I say shit like that. I guess my brain went into 'joke sarcastic' mode, spouted off something that was true, and I wasn't close enough with the class to get away with it. Awkward. Other classes teacher? Not happy with me. And I got turned into an object lesson on how not to have a fruitful relationship. Apparently, according to some of the mixer exercises, I am the only one to never have a boyfriend/girlfriend. I just leaned on the other side of the wall looking badass, but I swear on chick actually gave me the "I Pity You" expression. Which is funny, because I don't even know if she was capable of using the word 'pity' in a sentence. The fun part was the dice game. Make up a character, role some dice, see what happened to him/her in sexy town.
My character was so awesome I might just have to scan it in and show you. Srsly.

Lit is by far my favorite clas.s We are focusing on the classic, but Nancy always teaches things in unique ways. Each of the kids are reading a different classic, and we all sort of share information. I chose Catch-22, and I am really enjoying it. Yossarian is such a head-job, everybody is such a head-job. It's hilarious. Because everyone is so screwed up and horrible, I can't help but love them all. I read up about Joseph Heller, and it seems that the way he wrote that novel, the writing process is similar to mine. Takes a heck of a long time, yet one sets up a frame work and ideas within an hour or two of the first twinkle in ones eye (flies in ones eyes). Rusty subbed for us today, and he was actually quite hilarious. Read a chapter from 1984, so of course I had to be mute buttoned. I was very happy. Didn't get to take 1984 home with me though, which is less than fun for me. But damn, I have so many books at home that it doesn't matter,

I went to the library, and get this, checked out a stack of novels. Just started munching on them, for a week the computer was untouched (mostly) and all I did was read, drag myself to school, and sleep. My sleep schedule was actually really really off that week. The books ran the gamut from steampunk fantasy to modern semi-elitist creative novel, to lift up your spirits, to trashy showbiz fair.

And of course, Kafka on the Shore. I'm saving that one, I feel kind of guilty having the opportunity to read a Murakami book and Catch-22 at about the same time. I feel spoiled.

I'm going to be discharged from therapy soon. As time goes by I'm more irked at the therapist who departed, but even he thought I was ready to leave. My meds would have to be transferred over to my Doctor who I have never even met. It feels foreign. I'm ready, but at the same time I feel like I might be even worse. A worse person. A more functional person, but not a better person.

I have a funeral tomorrow morning. I should sleep.

Yeah. Stuff.

Tue, 07 Oct 2008 08:09:12 GMT

Ohkay.

So I haven't blogged in quite a bit, somehow every year without fail, around autumn time, I drop off the radar.

I mean, more off the radar than I already am.

I reinstalled the OS on my computer, because it was getting cluttery and I finally have a 750 GB EXTERNAL HARD DRIVE to put all my crap on.

Michael 4 is coming out over at Daz.

Finally built my Mommy her computer, needs a little touch up, but mostly done. Which means she may finally consider...getting high speed. Maybe. If I am lucky. Cuz lordy knows I need it, I have TONS of downloads piling up. It's pathetic.

I started college, officially. I have a little ID card and everything. My picture isn't bad, I look really smug, but I also like my outfit, and the angle is pretty flattering.

Gram is old (er). She turned 96 Oct1.

I helped write a grant. It's important. And hard to summarize.

...the stress of which launched me into a small breakdown. But it's over and all is well.

I still have a week of break left. I want it to count.

Halloween is soon. I hafta start making my Tardis and find my wig cap. I've decided to be Moe!TARDIS aka TARDIS-tan. Yeah. Japanese popular aesthetics rape everything.

I feel lonely and kind of bored right now. I should be sleeping.

Holden Caulfield Syndrome Alert & Advisory

Fri, 12 Sep 2008 03:12:17 GMT

Symptoms include extreme apathy, hypocrisy, and irritability.

Movie Night

Wed, 20 Aug 2008 15:23:13 GMT

It's been a long time since I wrote the last entry.

Hmmmm? Were you expecting some sort of recap of my adventures?

Last night and tonight I finally sat down to watch 'Sakuran'. I had previously read the first volume of the manga, and had been following the film since almost it's conception. Four great women made it possible, mainly. Anno Moyoco, the manga-ka, Ninagawa Mika, the director, Tsuchiya Anna, the lead, and Shiina Ringo, the musical director.

I had downloaded a preview copy (meaning the word SAMPLE was printed in the upper left hand corner, and every twenty minutes or so Japanese text saying to buy the DVD would scroll past) very shortly after it's release, and I had stored it away for almost a year.

I have a tendency to do that with films I have to download little by little. Watching the progress creep by through the month does something to my desire to want it instantly, I don't want to waste that waiting, and so I wait some more.

...Sakuran was good. The first half of it followed a predictable pattern, having read the manga I knew most of it. Things were in a different order, but still more or less the same. I was annoyed that they never used her kamuro name, Tomeki, and wished that the kamuro in the film had their little top knots, but honestly? What little girl would let you shave their head for a film role?

The second half was completely new to me though, as it would be to just about anybody, since the manga is only one volume, left open-ended. Suddenly I had been dropped in a familiar world but I had no idea what would happen next. I really anticipated the worst after she lost her baby, I really did. I expected that it would end in the fashion that seems so Japanese, the woman would marry the man who could give her a life, but she could not love, and the man would do the same.

But no! For some strange reason it all turned out...alright. Happy. Free. The world did have limits after all.

Maybe because events were out of order, throughout the film I felt like I was watching deja-vu, I mean more than just having similar events repeating themselves. It was...confusing. The dizzying array of colours and mish mash of patterns was almost blinding. It very much lived up to it's name. ...from aesthetics, I prefer the looks of the men in the film to the ones in the book, but the ones in the book to ones in the film for the women. Anna Tsuchiya is of course, pretty, and convincing in her role, even looking a great deal like the drawn image, but she was just too foreign. Or...not foreign enough? This is purely aesthetically speaking a comparison, there is no denying that she did brilliant job making the character come alive. In fact, many people mention that she almost specializes in tough girl roles, but a side by side comparison of the source material will reveal that the violence was toned down! Well, I aside from the scene where Takao dies...that was just straight up Tarantino.

The way the Oiran walked on the promenade made my ankles hurt, I kept waiting for her to fall and sprain. Also, to confuse you the main character.

Tomeki = Kamuro > O-Rin = Hikkomi > Kiyoha = Shinsou > Higurashi = Oiran
Kiyoha = Kamuro, Hikkomi, Shinsou > Higurashi = Oiran

Above is manga, below is film. Neither is simple! At least Seiji is always Seiji.

On the other spectrum of film we have 'Gake no Ue no Ponyo', the translation I prefer being 'Ponyo's Fjord'. It is the newest in the Ghibli canon, following the tale of a little fish girl (She might be a goldfish! How symbolic!) who wants to be human. Containing none of the painful elements of reality Sakuran did, I fully anticipate a story that will tug at my hearts strings even more, and leave me feeling happy, but slightly melancholy, like I always do after I see a film that I wish somehow I had been involved with. Unless of course I use my mad skills to somehow weasel my way into the production staff or cast! Do you think I could be the voice of a little fish girl who likes ham? I know, I'm dreaming.

A Special Realization

Sun, 03 Aug 2008 08:38:01 GMT

Alright, my Saturday was fine. I finished watching Season 1 of The Big O, read some Metropolis (I swear, the book just keep getting better an better), and went to Church.

After Church we had our usual 'what do we eat' conundrum. None of us can make up our minds, and we are all too hungry and fried at that point to make sense. It's a painful confusing time.

Should I abandon my Yuffie costume and just do Miku? The cosplay heavens have parted and I know where to get a wig and some pigtails, but then I'd have to buy a better Yuffie wig too, and I'd be just too stressed with all the costume bits.

Also, I need more friends that share my interests. I can become friends with nearly anyone, I have a decent ability to blend in and not offend, and generally be a good person, but the friends I do have and I have less and less in common (school is a chore, I love my teachers, but my friends are just going toilet-wards in terms of whether or not I think they are idiots. Do I love them? Yes. Have anything in common? No.).

So yes. I need to find at least one friend for every separate main interest. That means I have to somehow run in the right circles and integrate myself enough that I meet at least five new people.

Socializing is such a chore.

Maybe I'll get lucky and meet someone at Shriner's next week, but it seems unlikely that anyone will share my interests. Still, that camp volunteering week is always fun.

"Brilliant!" DOCTORDONNA = 1337 H@XXORZ "Allons-y!"

Sat, 02 Aug 2008 06:51:14 GMT

THOSE TARD(i)S(s).

They just, they just! That was a cataclysmic-ally brilliant episode, and what do they do?

WHAT DO THEY DO!?

They make Donna into super! Donna, Donna TD (DoctorDonna is too long, Donna, with Time Lord attached like a degree is shorter) THEY GIVE HER THE 1337357 |-|@XX0RZ (leetest haxxorz) EVAR AND THEN THEY TAKE HER OFF THE SHOW!?

I...I am just. IN COMPLETE DENIAL.

Nuhuh. NO WAY IS SHE GONE FOR GOOD. The idea we never see her again pushes even my suspension of disbelief too far, and I've just watched half+ of 'The Big O' season one in single sitting.

Look, I don't know what the writers are thinking (except Moran, the Pompeii guy, cuz I've been to his blog) but all of time and the plot vacuums converging on Donna, backwards and forwards, it isn't going to just stop. Sorry, but things don't work like that. WHEN YOU MESS WITH TIME NOTHING EVER STOPS.

It just keeps on slipping, slipping, slipping! Just like I slipped up and forgot to read "Doctor Who and the Genesis of the Daleks" before tonight.

And honestly, if you paid attention, you would learn that the Doctor didn't really change her back at all. That's why he couldn't stay! Look, the time war was time locked, and stayed that way for a good long while, but Donna's little firewall to her memories is so fragile that a word could set it off and BURN HER UP. In the Doctor's words, I personally think he is more than a little bit melodramatic and DEFINITELY suffers from some sort of masochistic complex.

I don't blame him though, he's been through enough that he is lucky he isn't a full blown BATSHIT CRACKHEAD like The Master, or Davros, OR DALEK FRICKKIN CAAN.

BTW @ Dalek Caan, I wanted to cuddle him at the end. Hell, I liked his babbling madness, too bad he died(?).

So anyway, just like Jenny, Donna shall be back. I mean, I have even more points.

Okay, Donna has to be back because her theme song was awesome. IS awesome. Also, Murray Gold did fabulous with that jingle hindi leitmotif in the last two episodes, just got me wanting to dance.

Also, if Donna's little amnesia-lock is so fragile, she won't be going very long. I mean, even if no one mentions the Doctor, you have to take into account that their are still a club of friendly UK civvies (and...I don't know UNITties and TORCHWOODdies (although technically the good Captain is some sort of quasi-American alien non-dying thing, I'm not convinced he is Boe, though (haha rhyme))) who know all about the Doctor, and even if Torchwood is in Cardiff, Sarah Jane (and in the first season they went EVERYWHERE) is right in London! Which isn't more than a couple of hop steps from Chiswick! And the Doctor never sent the "Don't talk about me in front of (Doctor)Donna" memo to the rest of the gang, at least not yet, so I smell amnesia being obliterated.

But would she die? I doubt it. They didn't kill her off in the season ender, so it makes no sense to do it in a little while. I have a feeling we haven't seen the last of Donna and her surprises.

The Rose/Doctor shippers should be happy. They won a major battle, now that we have another Doctor happily in AU with Rose. This means I shouldn't have to deal with their blatantly little girl fantasies anymore.

I think they only liked Rose because she was the first, and she was so young, so pretty, getting to travel with this fantastic guy across the universe, so people projected onto her. I, luckily, never did that, because I'm past my fantastic romantic phase (onto the post apocalyptic phase, I believe). I was watching the PBS broadcast (so glad they have Confidential added in), and I realized she was absurdly young. Only two years older than me, and perhaps, more street-wise, but no more worldly.

Still, it was a rather good and clever ending, I mean, nobody except Harriet died. ;_; I miss her, she was awesome, with her little id card and take charge mentality. RIP MP for Flydale North/Former Prime Minster. Mickey started a new life, presumably with Torchwood, Martha is still okay, Torchwood is dandy, Sarah Jane has her son and her Adventures. And of course, Rose got her Doctor, even if it wasn't quite the same, being a facet of him and all, but it was defiantly more than close enough. And the Doctor got to be happy too, at least one of him. Personally I liked the new Doctor better anyway, I mean, he had balls, he had the guts to do what was right, for the universe, not just what was moral, and would make him feel better.

Also, I think that somehow the television has given me a little bit of DoctorDonna, seeing as how Donna was the best damn temp in Chiswick, and the Doctor had his handy spare hand, well, I am simultaneously watching the second running of the episode, and writing this blog, Mind you I am not set up to have both screens in the same direction, so basically I am craning my head to watch the tv and typing without looking at the same time. Mind you, I can't do this in long stretches, but still, I have very few typos (compared to my regular amount, in fact, I think I have less).

Still, I am kind of sad, because I was wishing I was going to have at least one season with Doctor And D!Donnna, and some fantastic techno babble, but no, they have zap her memory. Darn. I was getting ahead of myself and thinking maybe I was going to get lucky and we'd see Jenny again next season and get a quasi nuclear family, or maybe a sonic family, after the screwdriver and other peripherals?

Oh, and since Rose's NEW Doctor is part Donna does that mean it's now Doctor/Donna/Rose? This is very close to canon seeming and definitely complete crack. My fandoms are crack central. And why the hell did the Doctor not feel the TARDIS not die...wait, never mind, he was bluffing, wasn't he? Hey, and since the Doctor and Donna did the hybridization/fusion-ha deal now he gets to be ginger! He mentioned last regeneration he had always wanted to be ginger!

I love Donna, you might have noticed that by now, but yes. She's quite a tsunderreko, isn't she? I mean, very tough, and taking no crap, and sometimes even picking on our beloved Gallifreyyan, but beneath that lies a very vulnerable interior, and she really does love her family/Doctor. I find those characters, or the characters I read those traits into (alright, much like I mentioned how people project themselves upon Rose, I latch onto certain characters and read tsundere traits into them). Whatever, Donna = 1337 H@XX0RZ

My DoctorDonna powers are wearing, off, the last bit was gibberish and I had to retype.
Maybe I'll get so inspired I'll write a fic or two. I've got ideas certainly, but steam? Well, I did just write what looks to be a three page blog, but it's rubbish ramble. Still...my powers or DD seem to be gone, right?

Okay Mom is yelling at me because the television is to loud nad I'm running around like a freak. I cannot believe she isn't watching again!

I still have more to say.

There is quite a bit of 'Star Wars' in this episode? I mean, Davros's little force lightning move?

I'm going to miss Donna, but maybe it was for the best, I mean, it could have been a bit too much shark jumping (but when have they ever cared about that?). She was just too awesome to keep around, it wouldn't have worked for a solid season. Popping in randomly, yes, but full season? I see the storytelling logic behind that.

...since Donna's brain went boom, does this mean Rose can be expecting trouble when it comes to her hybrid Doctor?

I'm sad to see her leave though. Cathy Tate was a great comic, and had a lot more experience than the other two new ones, from a fictional point, she was older, had lived, and from the real world view she probably had a few more acting chops. But they are sailing her off on the viking funeral pyre. And leaving her character alone, in the same state we met her. A gal that has some self esteem issues, nutty granddad and scary Mum, watching the world waste away and going along with it. What a gyp. At least the Doctor has memories of happy times, better to have loved and lost than to never of all logic, while she just rots away never knowing and being shielded from fabulous truth.

It was wrong of the Doctor to had taken her memories anyway. She was just as competent as him at that point, and she protested, and he just overruled that. I can understand why, it would hurt to much to watch her die or something, but still. It was her decision, an informed decision, even if it was emotional charged.

The whole eternally suffering archetype is quite popular, hmm?

I wonder what happened to Susan. She must have been, I don't know a quarter time-lord? And if hybrid Doctor is half and he ages normally and Susan was late 1950's then she must be older. Did she die?

Are we just ignoring her? Are we going to ignore Jenny too?

Are they just going to rot in the idea closet along with CAL and co and Donna? And goodness only knows how many other characters?

Nah, they can't do that. Everything will be revisited, eventually, just like history repeats itself.

Cheers the the staff, and eagerly awaiting the next season (although Mom harbors some paranoia that everything was wrapped up so tidily that there wouldn't be a next season. I honestly can't fathom what is next, the logical decisions from my point of view would to be have the next companion be River Song, that way we have a connection to the past, but also a whole new sandbox (HELLO WORLD), either way I know the next companion should be fabulous, because they just keep getting better and better).

In the words of the Doctor, "Brilliant."

And "Allons-y", of course.

Update

Fri, 01 Aug 2008 07:05:51 GMT

Heya.

Well anyway, school time is cooking, and everything seems alright with the exception of a burgeoning sense of alienation between I and my classmates. I get cross very easily, it seems.

We went to the Last Thursday today, and I had a lot of fun, saw many fantastic wares, ate yummy Thai food, etc.

Also, almost all of my books from the library have come in, only the dvd of Fritz Lang's 'Metropolis' hasn't arrived, and one other which hasn't even been purchased yet. I will say I am rather pissed because I learned today I could read down my fines, this was instituted at the beginning of July, and I called in mid July and they told me no such thing would ever happen in the next few years.

Still, I have music and movies and books to read, so happy. There.

I found some material I can use for the Miku costume, thanks goodness, and some spray paint and sealant for use in the Yuffie costume. Elena, of course, is basically done, and Loli-Maid is in the backroll.

Good News and Bad News

Sun, 27 Jul 2008 03:24:22 GMT

Bad news, I missed the picnic. It was 'epic' or described as such by all.
Bad news, my funds are dwindling. And I re-sprained my ankle, so it's hideous and swollen. Yes it does not hurt.

Good news, I paid my debt to my Mother, as well as purchased some manga for cheap (the Japanese stuff, I don't respect the American publishers, I'd rather read scanlations), as well as a plastic baggie full of Gundams, and a brand new bluetooth Graphire Tablet, by Wacom. I'd say it is 8x6. Still, the catch is I need to buy a usb bluetooth adapter detector for the computer.

Also, school starts Monday, my classes are Genetics, Math, and Tree Science.

'Scuse me now, I have to do some budgeting.

I could have DANCED All Night!~

Sun, 20 Jul 2008 21:44:36 GMT

As you know from my spastic recent post, there has been a dance.

Yes, I thank my Mother a million times for being willing to take me to it. I was about two hours late, and missed the dance lessons, but I still had a BRILLIANTLY FANTASTIC time.

No, they did not play any Japanese Swing music, just a mix of English Swing, and J-Pop. But I know the music programmer, and I mentioned that I have in my repertoire of mp3s some J-Swing and offered to make her a copy. So, maybe next year, yes?

I met plenty of strange, interesting people, may have accidentally wound up having to deflect some guy who wants me to be in a skit or something, and learned that next week there is a picnic!

I think I'll reprise BC Elena. She photographs good outdoors. Sides, they'll be some ShinRa there. I saw Cissnei, and a Turk!Elena and a Reno this evening!

I saw Amanda again, she seems to be doing well. Outside she launched into her singing of every Rent song ever, and I had to walk off and make news friends, a Haruhi, a Girl!Mello, and a Matt. They seemed nice and friendly. They were all so tall. @_@

Dancing! I must have looked like a spaz, but I had great fun. Mom made a friend too. She was the mother of a Naruto cosplay (in a suit, very cute, the cosplayer).

I had lots of fun, but that was obvious, ne? The one bad thing about the evening, was my shoes didn't fit, and I have heel blisters now. いたい！　いたい　よ！ I was real lucky regarding the ankle I sprained two days ago, I didn't feel anything painful.

Oh, and here's a photo. Every time a photo comes on my blog, odds are I am wearing a pinafore. Huh. Obviously, I'm some sort of hybridization of a maid and your standard Gothic Lolita. I did consider bring a broom and dancing with it, or a tray of some sort, but no.

JOY! JOY! JOY! DANCE! DANCE! DANCE!

Wed, 09 Jul 2008 10:09:29 GMT

My life is looking up! Activity is on the horizon!

Shall I begin with the fourth? I spent it with Lika and co, we watched fireworks, and ate yummy sandwiches and donuts. Afterwards, on a whim, we passed by my old friends MoMo's house, and guess what? We said hello! We actually got invited back for a bbq, the next day, I had so much fun. I spent the night, and it was so great to be with her again! I've missed her so much, she really was one of my closest friends, and I treasure this opportunity to reconnect.

Now it's midweek really, we made a grocery run earlier, and we bought a lot of yummy stuff. Cherries, ice cream, meat, salmon, all sorts of delicious things. I shall not be unhappy with food this week!

The general plan for tomorrow is to do some stable mucking with a teacher of mine. Stable mucking might sound icky to some, but I'm excited. It's sort of comforting, even though I am not a horse person.

Recently, I fell back into love with an anime I really adored when I was in elementary school. The Big O. I loved that show, it was just so rich in topics and subjects and references to things I loved, and I think I had a girl crush on R. Dorothy. Well anyway, I'm sort of lingering nostalgic about it.

I checked the libraries website today. No, my fines have not been magically removed, but I can still make a booklist, so I added a ton of things. Oh how I miss the freedom of being able to check stuff out! There is also a teen writing contest I might enter, but the question is, what topic? It would have to be short prose, and naturally, I feel I can't do typical teen subjects, as I find them stupid, but I can't deride them either.

I checked the Kumori Con website. There is another event!

SWING DANCING! More over, guess where is shall be held?

THE GRIEG LODGE! I'm so excited, I've mentioned the Grieg Lodge in previous posts, as we often see the extended family there. I want to get tickets, pre-order possibly, and go so badly! I'll have to talk with Mom about getting there.

What should I where? Man, I feel so silly, I always have a cosplay, and now I have to find something that is dressy enough! They say cosplay is okay, but could I finish Miku in time, do I even want to do Elena? Yuffie is out of the question though. Maybe that cute blouse and a nice black skirt....black pumps? I dunno!

Have I mentioned how fabulous this will be? Swing Dancing, at MY Grieg Lodge, with a bunch of Crzy Fanpersons! And costumes! Only one thing could be better.

IF THEY PLAY SOME EGO WRAPPIN'!!

Hmm, I'll have to e-mail and suggest some.

Also, I balanced my accounts today, but I seriously need to give some thought to how much I will be in the whole if I paid on library fines, pre-reg'd, bought cosplay supplies, paid Mom back, and etc. Good news is I know I have enough to cover it all, and still have muchly left over. I just don't want to slide backwaaaaaard. I'm such a miser.

It's normal for teenagers to feel trapt.

Tue, 01 Jul 2008 03:33:34 GMT

I know this for a fact.

Still, the knowledge doesn't relieve anything.

I live in the suburbs, in a house with two other women, but no air conditioning. I can't use the computer much during the day because of power concerns, and the one phone line. My sleep is all fouled up, and I live at night, alone with a glowing screen.

I'm stuck. I can't get away. The bike riding I do doesn't aid me, every time I circle the block, I feel more alone. It's like a ghost town. No neighbors. Well, that isn't true, but no neighbors of my own age.

I'm running out of books to read, it feels like. Everybody elses world is getting bigger, I have friends on trips, I have friends who are happy, having that blissful American Dream Teen Summer, right down to the stupid Mustang.

Their has to be problems with all the 'pleasant' lives I see around me, I know, but they aren't obvious.

My good friend, now she lives far away, and she can be said to be feeling the same things, and I here about them, I hope she is doing better.

...I'm not actually so alone and stuck. I have a best friend just across the street. My family is great.

I just feel this way because I haven't been taking my meds. That's it.

Well, now that I've written about it I feel better. Okay, I'm lying. But I should stop moping. Moping makes me feel like some sort of selfish little git. Which I probably am, but that isn't the point.

Praise Jesus, no major damage done!

Sun, 29 Jun 2008 05:11:05 GMT

Well, where to begin.

Mom's womens thing with Aunt Cheryl went fine. And for a period there, Gram and I were a-okay. We ate, we hydrated, we chatted, we took ours meds. The house didn't burn down. I was so pleased I even gave Mom a "Hey, we are okay" phone call.

Then Gram got lethargic to a scary degree. Her speech slurred. I got her into bed, got her a boost, turns on the fans, tried my best not to panic. The one thing I didn't do was call 911.

When Mom got home, she saw right away that something was amiss. You know that part in Madeleine where Miss Clavell freaks out and goes "Something is not right! Something is quite wrong!". It was exactly like that. Gram had symptoms that presented to be a stroke.

I had briefly had this through previously, but didn't do anything about it (I should have). The paramedics and ambulance came and to the hospital she headed. She couldn't move every well, and her speech was slurred, but she still made a fair amount of sense.

Mom and I followed suit, but before we left she said 'Oh! Lily! You didn't give Gram her meds."

But I had, hadn't I? I explained that I gave them to her. And then it became clear. I hadn't given her her meds. I had given her MY meds.

Thankfully, this meant she was not stroking out. It meant she was suffering an adverse reaction from something like 200mg of Trazodone, and Seroquel.

We're all back home now, and Thank God, Gram is alright and will be normal by Monday.

Eh.

Sat, 28 Jun 2008 13:37:49 GMT

The last couple of days have just begun to reach max temperature.

I am writing in early morning, having stayed up all night working on my webpage (a shrine for something something something), finally adding a picture as focal point. The problem is this picture is copyright someone else, and it is no longer on the web, so I shouldn't use it. Stealing is not nice. I don't even use Japanese Fanart for icons (well, a few, but only the ones that I can't trace to a site, if I know where it came from, and the author doesn't want it spread about, I don't spread it about. Think of me as a condom for sloppily using others media on the internet).

I learned a bit tonight, began to grasp the complexities, and by the by, simplicities of CSS and HTML.

Then I listened to some Ringo.

I found my stash of demos about, and I never gave them a good listen until now. The audio quality is pitiful, and come through fuzzy and soft, and the overwhelming pre-professional studio mix of it all hits you in the face. Still, I can hear Ringo. A young, sort of soft around the edges, not quite famous girl, in that awkward teenage girl who isn't quite like anybody else. I guess I can kind of identify with her, sometimes the audio is so bad I could have sworn I heard me.

Anyway, I looked up lyrics for these things, and even took some initiative to try and get myself some more demos. The nice lady at http://www.shiinaringo.se/ (who, coincidentally happens to be a fellow Swede. Well, a real Swede instead of being a Swede due to freak legality) might be willing to trade something for my copy of Orgel I think.

Why did she name it 'Orgel' anyways? Did Ringo at one point in time in her childhood discover the amazing numbing powers of Orgel? Did she too bring it to slumber parties for kicks?

On other notes, I spent most of yesterday working on my cosplays. Not only did I plan, but I made some headway with the manual work. A little sewing, a little pattern making, a little hammering of pie tins (Yuffie's metal costume bits won't actually be made out of pie tins, it turned out not to be optimal, but still, I gained some knowledge).

Yes, I'm beginning to get excited for K-con. The people, the costumes, the DEALERS ROOM. The dealers room, where, for once, I will be able to spend without strategizing to death. Not that I won't strategize to death, I just will have the option of not.

...by the way, do you ever lose things? I lose things all the time. I lost a pair of black leggings for a cosplay today, as well as half a dozen little computer files. It's aggravating, the endless combing through data, waiting for generic Windows XP search to drag something up. Gah.

I need more books too. The last episode of Doctor Who featured a library (and some flesh eating shadows with the incredibly fun to say name of 'Vashta Nerada' (it sounds Indian, but I don't think it is). Speaking of which, flesh eating shadows makes me think of Kingdom Hearts, and Kingdom Hearts makes me think of Final Fantasy, and that makes me think of Quistis Trepe who would make a fabulous companion, and there is another thing I'll never write.

Anyway, this Library was about who knows how many years in the future, and was just this huge lovely planet filled with every book ever written. And guess what? A little girl was inside the computer main frame. Lucky Charlotte.

So back to my world. Library. I still owe a horse and a mule on my card, so I can't go there for fear of being killed by the secret library Turks.

Huh.

Oh and I almost read 'Wind-Up Bird' again and then I was struck by one of those utter feelings of pointlessness yesterday.

Speaking of which, where is 'Shanghai Baby' why Wei Hui? I saw it mentioned on a blog, and I had read about five chapters last year, which were delightfully amoral and pointless, and hid it something like three different locations, but the last of which doesn't even exist any more.

I hope it's not lost in the vacuum of spacelessness and timelessness.

I plan on sleeping through most of today, seeing as I stayed up all night. Mom's off to some womens thing Auntie Cheryl, so she'll be gone for most of the daylight hours. I have to watch Gram, but we'll be fine.

A new feature at home is the further enforcement of the "Tun off the computer when you aren't using it" rule. I hate that, because I tend to leave a billion tabs open, and two unsaved documents up at all times. We are supposed to be saving electricity, but I wonder how much electricity one actually saves. And doesn't booting it up require a spike in power? I can't remember. I should really look all this up.

I missed the Geek bbq.

I miss hi-speed. It's sort of annoying that for a brief period last year I was able to harness all the latent wi-fi in the area, only to have it locked away from me now. I'm pretty sure my dongle is only picking up certain signals, because from other computers a few doors down it's a veritable jungle of wi-fi signals.

I don't think I have anything left o say right now.

Sweet Blood

Sat, 21 Jun 2008 19:58:23 GMT

It's that season again.

I have a joke, that if I ever countered a vampire in a dark alleyway, I'd be screwed. Dry as a husk. Why? Because I have sweet blood. Somehow, it has a higher concentrate of tastable glucose than normal. I attract mosquitoes like locust to a fantastic harvest. Between yesterday and today, I count seven new bites.

One time, a few years ago, we had a flea infestation in our carpet. That isn't supposed to be possible, but it is. Anyway, it was the carpet right underneath the computer desk and chair, my favorite spot in the house.

You can guess what happened. I was always being assaulted. I was to determined to use the computer to leave, but every so often I'd look down and there would be another blood sucking irritant fiend. It was hot summer, but I was back in school, and my teachers freaked out.

If I was a grown-up and encountered a students with that many mysterious bite marks, I would be too. I'd be worried that a tea-cup Jack Russell terrier had a person vendetta.

So yes, I have incredibly sweet blood. Therefor, I am at risk for bites over 25% or more of my body, and I have to be really careful about shady districts in Transylvania.

Wi-Fi Anarchy

Mon, 16 Jun 2008 05:09:02 GMT

Just got home from Vancouver.

D-man (Danny? Dan? I dunno.) just graduated so there was a bit of a bbq today. Saw most of the family, ate some good food, brought home cake, got a copy of early mid nineties cult film (is that so?) 'Hackers'.

It was a good day. I got a walk, chatted with family, finally cracked open of Haruki Murakami's 'Wind-Up Bird Chronicle', or if you prefer 'ねじまきーどり　クロニクル'.

It's a good, surreal book. But instead of being phony and pretentious it feels very earthbound. I like it, thus far.

Last night, I got hit by the AIM/LJ Salmon bot that's been going around. It was...interesting.

Oh, and I gave my notice last Saturday, so my job stress level is really down. I mean, I still have two more days, but I can see an end.

What I can't see an end too is the ongoing internet battles.

...it's actually hard on Mom to live without decent internet also.

Thus the title of this post. Wi-fi anarchy. I don't care much for ethics, at the moment I'm willing to cross whatever legal line just to get some.

If only somebody who actually knew this crap could help.

Oh and while it's beautiful outside, my body is a raging inferno of allergies.

I miss the days when I could frolic around without worrying about my eyes and mouth and nose swelling shut.

Update

Sun, 15 Jun 2008 06:55:46 GMT

Hey.

Schools just ended last week, so far so good. I slipped the note of resignation in at work, I should be free by next friday.

Now what should my next job be? It's nice to be young, and sixteen, because you can quit a job and just go look for another. No bills to pay, no mouths to feed.

I'm thinking about taking a college class this summer, something cheap and fun.

My cosplay projects should be ultra running shortly, I can start on them any day, I actually found enough stuff to begin getting them together.

I found the GREATEST Olette wig, so great that I might bump her up a bit. Say Miku next S-con, and Olette this K-con?

No, can't do that now that I've heard that there is going to be a Rin-tan there.

One of my close friends is headed to Japan soon, she's so lucky.

And mmy ONLY neighborhood friend, long time pal Ken has some sweet summer activities. Yep we'll draw, and spaz and play the Wii.

I hope I'm not an exclusive home-body though. It gets tiresome.

I am an idiot.

Sat, 07 Jun 2008 07:12:11 GMT

I am an idiot.

Altogether, I am insensitive and says really stupid things that could potentially ruin friendships, I'm antagonistic and incendiary, as well as energetic, deranged, and happy.

Guess what I did today?

I drop kicked a guy in the crotch. MY FRIEND. I was teasing him about his rainbow shirt which could either be hippy or homo, and he was like "Imma gonna slap you", and I was "You couldn't get close enough" so he mock lunges me, and you what I did?

I fucking kicked him. I WAS WEARING BOOTS.

I AM A MORON.

I may have just sentenced him to life of having no children.

AND I AM ALWAYS DOING STUPID STUFF LIKE THIS.

November, kicked a poor innocent middle schooler in the stomach. March, accidentally shoved a table into a seniors sensitive are.

And now this?

If I was on the street, this sort of behavior would be fabulous. But at school with my friends?

Ugh. I am so disgusted with my hair trigger reactions right now.

Talk about OSCA, man.

consumerist

Mon, 26 May 2008 07:20:17 GMT

I am a retard sometimes.

Last Kumori-con, I had a very limited budget. I had twenty bucks and I couldn't decide if I wanted to spend it on a doujin or....

THE CUTEST MOST POSSIBLE DOLLY IN THE WORLD WHO WAS LIKE, AN INCH TALL.

They had two, a purple and a blue, and I wanted them both and got none due to my indecisiveness.

I now know who they were.

Takara, whom I love (Licca, Jenny, Blythe, a bilion other fun things), makes top notch action figures called MICROMEN.

They also make blank figures for customizing, Material Force.

The cute little doll I nearly bought was a MicroSister body with adorable detail work.

I cannot find MaterialForce for purchase anywhere, at least not the ones I want, or at decent prices.

I did however, find one of the dolls I thought was so cute on eBay.

At the con, the doll came with a photobook, for 20$, and on eBay, just the photobook costs 40$

Stupid. I should have bought her! She was so sweet!

I wish it was easier to buy Material Force figures. I need to get a shopping deputy, maybe?

Japanese ToysRUs shoppers are soooooo lucky.

I've wanna get into Kit-Bashing for ages, and now that I have a job all I have to do is figure out how. Well, actually, the 'how' is easy, it's the 'where the freak do I get my supplies' that is difficult.

Also, I heard there was a shop in Oregon with a 3d laser printer. Now I just have to remember the name.

Also, memorial day sale down at the thrift shop. I'm crossing my fingers that those two sweet pieces of hardware I saw today are still down there.

Gotta do a little market research before, though, see if I can find a P4 processor and whatever the hell type of ram the slots are for.

But still, they looked really nice.

Oh and J-class went well. I have to memorize how to write [すばらしい　この　せかい] between now and next week.

We had Akihabara themed words, on my suggestion.

But 'subarashii kono sekai' aka 'this wonderful world' aka 'the world ends with you' for the DS by SquareEnix is set in Shibuya but...whatever.

I need to work harder on my hiragana! I bought something that I should photocopy and cut up and label further, it will help. Looking at it again however, I think it is missing some pieces....

Oh hey, by the way. Finally got a new layout (and name, I guess) for the old blog. It's been ages since the Highway Man layout, and it really needed some sprucing up. The image is riff on some old PARCOS thing...futzed with a bunch of filters too. I wonder it is it too busy?

Limbo

Sat, 17 May 2008 21:03:15 GMT

I'm agitated.

It seems like this happens with every single event I want to go to. Last year, for Uwajima-ya's Cherry Blossom Festival I spent five hours sewing a yukata and then I couldn't go because Mom was too tired after manning a failed used book sale at school.

The year before that there was another event I got all worked up for and wound up stuck at home.

Last week, a trip downtown failed to launch.

It really shouldn't surprise me that I don't get go do something fun after struggling with to do my hair and tie a sash, but it still makes me sad. I'm just stuck at home in ninety degree weather sitting around in a yukata I will never ever get to wear outside because every time an occasion comes up I can't get down there.

I guess I should be blaming gas prices, but still...

Now she wants to call a friend who is already in the middle of playing with some other friends in the Mall 205 area. Is she stupid? I don't want to have to call and say "Hey, drop everything and come pick me up out in the boonies". It's not polite. Sometimes it feels like she is trying to push me off on someone else. It's like whenever I want to do something she says "Go see if someone else is and they can take you." and I check and they aren't, and I'm stuck at home.

I just want to wear my freaking yukata and eat some mochi or something.

She came downstairs a little while ago just to tell me about her stupid book and how it was finally tying in with the rest of the series. I griped. She always wants to get off the stupid computer and do something (usually something cleaning related, the house depresses her), because she doesn't like the feeling that she's living alone, but I don't think she sees the fact that I'm alone just as much as her. She's always reading a book or upstairs, it feels like, and I hate it. I hate actually having to try and get her to actually sit in the living room with me on Friday nights when our shows come on.

I feel so alone sometimes. At work, at school, at home, online even. I want to do something fun, have an adventure, but I'm too disconnected to the rest of the world, or bus service, to have one.

What's really sad is now that I have financial resources, still nothing has changed.

Geek, Cars, Education, Net, Politics, Plans

Fri, 16 May 2008 06:36:44 GMT

Oh FreeGeek, how I miss your warehouse like walls and day old organic breads and chocolate covered matzo bread. Or if you are KOIN News 'FreeGreek'.

Ahaha, you silly news people. It's funny, I was just at the site today, and missing it (my computer is due for it parts and overhaul, and the damn satellite doesn't install Ubuntu right), and hoping Leo was okay, and then on the evening news our friendly tech bohemians come on.

Yeah, I miss it. But I have zero time it seems. Between work and school (oh, took my college placement test, for Mt Hood? I got very good scores for my age bracket, and with expanded options I should be able to get classes for free, exciting!) and my strange lethargy I don't know if I'll ever get down there again. I don't even know when my next Med-check is.

I want to go to GeekFair this year. I still remember the year with the dunking tank? Actually I'm wearing the same dress from two years ago right now...weird. I still hate the Belmont Computers guy for misleading me about that one tech issue. They told me I was screwed, and nine months later I fixed it myself! I lost serious time!

Speaking 3DCG, I need to overhaul (I mentioned that already, didn't I?) need a new drive just for that stuff, faster processor, a new video card would be nice so I could render shadows, but meh. Not to mention the laptop needs Ubuntu so I can hopeful crack some frikkin' wep. I miss hi-speed so bad. Just today I ran out of room on my new (the old one is still lost) pen drive, so I only got half of the Crisis Core cutscenes, which incidentally weren't as epic as I had anticipated.

On another note, a friend of mine got her dream car. I caught a ride with her today. Yes, I rode in a Mustang. And it was awesome. I'm not even a car person, but I guess you have to appreciate a red convertible. I remember when my other friends parents got their Benz....yeah. Rich folks, I guess.

Still, our 94 Camry is the sweetest ride in the world to me. Now that I am getting to driving age the conversation has turned to possible me inheriting the old silver Cam for tinkering and general driving related activities. I'd like that, Mom says she'd even fix the drivers window. Fixing up seems more like a leisurely activity now that we have a second, super stable vehicle.

...truth be told I'd rather bike. A MOTORCYCLE.

Okay, I'll such up now.

One more thing, I hope passages goes alright. It's getting down to the wire, and I'm still lost. Personal growth sucks. It's just getting pushed into the middle of traffic over and over again. I had the therapy yearly evaluation thingy...a bomb was dropped. My therapist is moving on to a NE PDX based family thing at the end of the year. I thought I was being messed with, but it's true. I don't even know if I'll get a new one, I should have one what with edumacation upping and such, but taking the time to get to know a new person seems...tough. I mean, I really like my therapist, he is a great guy, but after two years at the schools, and everybody agrees he is fantastic, it will be tough, not just for me but for all the students who see them.

Sigh. Audible sigh.

I think I'm going to resign from my job. It's just not...stimulating enough. Yeah yeah, we can't always get what we want, but I'll have nearly $500 in my account by the end, so I'm safe for a little while. I just need to find another one, and craigslist isn't helping.

The weather is getting really hot. I needed to take a cold bath today, the heat is just beginning. I hope Gram will be okay. Every year it seems to get worse, the weather in general. Gram says that it's divine global warming (which is just the coolest thing ever, well, not really, but you get my drift), and she hopes that she'll have gone to heaven by the time things get really bad.

I want to go to Uwajima-ya's ten year festival on Saturday, I hope I find my yukata which I sewed last year for the cherry blossom festival. It seems to have disappeared in the abyss of my room.

Oh and I'm sharpening my web making skills. I'm finally getting off my arse and making that shrine I've been thinking of for months (years?). It's fun, but again, I need to overhaul the computer in order to create any decent graphics and content.

I feel like I'm forgetting something...oh yeah politics!

The barrage of ads has come on full-force, and on charisma value I like Steve Novick, Barrack Obama, and Sho Dozono. Attorney general is nuts, some of the ads are cute maybe the first time, and annoying the next eight, and I can't actually remember who has had court time.

I think I should be dictator of the world. I rule with an iron fist with the values of vigilante with some evangelical thrown in. I'd also hide under my desk alot, probably.

How does ShinRa manage it? Oh yeah, fictional.

recap

Fri, 09 May 2008 06:28:07 GMT

Today was deathmatch hiragana flash round at Japanese class.

Team Yellow won.

ＬＥＴ’Ｓ　ＧＯ　きいろい！！

Team Green did alright, but mostly because we agreed to share prizes. Yes, I hear we get prizes. I want a pony.

わたし　わ　こうま　が　ほしいます。

I think that's right?

Also, my Japanese word processor does in fact write KATAKANA ALSO. I just have to 'shift'. Yay! All needs are taken care of!

I need to work on recognizing the characters, and writing them though, the word processor is cheating.

I saw Lika-sempai today. She was wonderful, as usual and we had some food and generally were huge dorks. I love her so.

I didn't sleep last night, therefore, today I giggled and generally behaved like a teenyboppper on a sugar high. It is different, just a tad.

I have work tomorrow, and I hope it goes quickly. Then I can get home and watch Doctor Who, and etc. I still need to plot on Mothers Day, and pick what to wear to the mini K-con event on Saturday.

GL1, GL2, or white buckle combo? Or Elena? So many decisions. I could do the yukata thing to, but I'm saving that up for a festival, or something.

I need to do more sewing.

sunday outing

Tue, 29 Apr 2008 08:33:14 GMT

Today I went on a shopping trip.

First off, we had to swing by a vegetarian Vietnamese restaurant, so I could pick up and wig, some clip on earrings, and some clothes I had found on craigslist. The woman I bought from was very nice, and the stuff was really great most of it. there was one dress that looked to be from about 1978. Not the best era for fashion.

Surprisingly, Mom kidnapped Gram and I and we had breakfast, for lunch. It's been ages since we went to Ihop, and we thoroughly enjoyed ourselves. Crepes and pancakes and strawberries.

Fubonn came next, where we picked up the holy grail of food, steamed buns. It should last us a month or two, at least. Okay maybe, more like a week or two. Fubonn's changed a lot from last year, more little shops. There was this shoe store, they were having a fabulous sale, so yes, Gram got some comfy shoes, I got some impractical strappy high heels. Never thought I'd ever see that day. I still have two pair on layaway, since my that time I had been freaking out since I had spent upwards of fifty dollars. Well, now we know where all those stunning Asian women get there fabulous shoes.

There was a clothing store there that had some of the cutest stuff. I tempted to whip out my camera and start taking pictures, but they might have banned me from the store.

Gram and I, and Mom shared a Milk Tea. Those things are delicious. We skipped out on the tapioca bubbles though, still a bit two weird for Gram.

There was also this little phone shop (Vincent: Where's the phone shop?), and they had a sale on charms and straps. The man behind the counter asked me if I knew what they were, and I answered back. Hah, white girls know these things too! I had plan to buy a new neck strap and charm for my pen drive, but I'm saving that for another trip. There were some clearance items, I saw a Detective Conan strap charm, and I just had to get it for Ken, I got MoMo a cute monkey one two. That guy behind the counter asked about the Conan one, and yes, once again, I knew about it. Go me. The bag that he put him them was really cute, some sort of pink bunny Sanrio thing.

Man, I really had fun today, and was shockingly girly. I mean, I bought a wig, put high-heels on layaway, and bought cutesy phone straps for my friends.

Wheeee!~ The clothing I got to so bohemian chic! The wig will need some untangling though.