Tuesday, September 28, 2004

A little strings humour for you there. You wouldn't believe the number of jokes and moments of awkwardness that eminate from that single concept. That's the hormones for you. Heh. *** Got home from school at 5:55 exactly today, what with my friend and I hanging around Art Club to nearly 4:45 and her not having busfair on her. Tia: Hey, can I borrow a ticket? Me: Er. I had to bum off of Moni to get this one. Tia: AMELIA!!! The two of us then proceeded to run back to the school (600m dash) to see if said classmate was still around, in our respective pin-striped kakhi mini-skirt and clunky, overlarge sandals. (You can guess which belonged to whom, I should hope.) Amelia was gone and the school was locked. In fact, there was even a sign that hadn't been there fifteen minutes previous, telling us that the doors closed at 4:30, which makes little sense, seeing as we didn't leave for...a while. (Spent about ten minutes standing around the lockers, talking kanji.) Anyway, Tia phoned her dad, who came and picked both of us up, but not before we spent half an hour or so at the library. Which brings me to the Best. Thing. Ever. I had no sooner sat down in the generic library chairs after dropping my backpack on the floor, than spot an issue of Dragon sitting on the shelf across from me. It becconed. For it wasn't just any issue of dragon. It was the Ninjas/Dinosaurs/Monkeys/Pirates issue of dragon. Ninjas and pirates?! Dude. I wish I'd had the minimal cash to purchase a photocopy. *sigh* I shall have to spend many an hour searching for said stats online now. : ( Unless I break into the residence of some acquaintances of a particular Sammie-chan, as they, apparently, live across the ravine. O_o"" *** Tomorrow morning, I must go to the mall to buy appropriate clothes; I don't own anything that one could wear to a funeral, which means getting odd looks from people who think I ought to be at school. *** After reading a post by the fabled Azure-jiji (who seems to have realized I'm not n00b), I read through some of my archives. Man, I sucked. Ah well; that's what the past is for, I guess: to be ashamed of. T_T *** I never know what's going on. Ever have that prolongued feeling of, Why does the rest of the class get this when I don't, even when I do everything I'm supposed to? for eight years or so? Dah. My mom told me that "when" I become rich, I have to buy her every summer in Spain. I said OK. I shall buy her the best tent and porta-BBQ I can find. u.u I know what I want for Christmas. : O ... That's right. NEJI, it is. : D

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Monday, September 27, 2004

Best. Page of Megatokyo. Ever. (And if you haven't read it--assumptions will be your downfall one day, I swear. >:^O) Well, after a few days, I think I'm pretty much back to being my old, (insert appropriate descriptive term here) self. We're heading down to the city she lived in for most of her life on Wednesday and having a memorial service. I guess I'll be staying with my aunt, who is then coming to...stay with us? I am not sure why or how the plans after and including that point are going to go, but I'll be sure to keep you posted [as if you cared]. I shall have to sacrifice my room for guests to sleep in, so I shall shotgun the den (room with computer in it) for my own sleeping purposes. Heh. *** My English teacher brought to light the details of three writing competitions that are to take place this year. I hope to enter all of them, especially since one is American, which means the prize money is in US dollars. You can read the potential success of a group of students according to how quickly they perk up when presented with an oppertunity to win a nice sum of money. It's made all the more nice by the fact that we wont need to use it to buy food, clothes, or other such trifles. Did I ever mention how much I love comic books? *big grin* Speaking of which, Samm, we really do need to go manga shopping within the next few weeks. Since my mother spontaneously decided to increase my allowance by 25% (I'm still trying to figure out why she did this, seeing as I don't do chores or anything. O_o Not that I'm complaining, mind you.^^"), I am actually able to accumulate enough money to...buy stuff within a couple of weeks. If you're thinking I ought to get a job, check my birth year. Pft. Loser. xP Speaking of accumulation, it occurs to me how many French dictionaries I must have. You know how it goes: French is mandatory for so long, you just sort of lose them every couple of years, and your parents feel obligated to buy you a new one. Then you find them again, in the most unlikley places (underneath one of the bunks on the boat O_o""). Let's count 'em: -the Larose one -the Webster one -the Webster one my dad bought for himself, then gave to me upon giving up on French for a time -the Oxford one -the Oxford mini one -the other Oxford mini one O_o"" Or maybe I'm just a horrible person who can't keep track of her French dictionaries. Bah! Ils pouvent manger le merde! (Unless my conjunctions are messed up, however. In that case, forget about the dictionaries; screw French in its entirety! I have to start that French project that requires a web page of me. Heh. I can't wait to get started on the GIFs. Ph34r m4h 1337 fr3nch w3b5173 5k1llz, y0. O_o"" *** We ought to compile the best 100 blog entries ever and publish a book, therein making lots of money. Because so many people would be interested in reading what we had to bitch about. xD Well, then again, you see enough books subtitled A book of musings that it's always a possibility. : / *** Joined Narutofan.com's forums yesterday, and some of the things I read up there really got me thinking... ...OB is so infinately superior to everything, it's not even funny. Edit: One of the prizes on Narutofan is a Naruto wallscroll. Wow. I totally can't just go to the mall and pick one up from a large selection, at any of several stores, for less than fifteen Canadian dollars, whenever the urge overcomes me. Heh.

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Sunday, September 26, 2004

Hm.

Wrote a short story last night, but I'm not sure if I'll post it or not. It needs revision. More later. Edit: Here it is. Silent but for the sound of her own heavy breath and the shuffling of wary feet from every side, and above. Sweat trickled down her forehead and she felt her grip on the gun, her finger resting lightly but cautiously on the trigger, waiting for an opportunity to pull it. Her muscles tensed as she heard shuffling in the path she was not looking towards and she jerked her head in that direction, reaching forward with her gun, rising halfway to her feet, so as to keep herself as sheltered as possible while making a getaway easy. Four of them. Out. She nodded towards them, taking note of their expressions of shock and disgust, then slipped away quietly, her shoes’ worn soles making little noise against the dirty floor. She found another passage upwards quickly and ducked so her body was only visible from the shoulders up. She aimed and fired. Cursing from below and people glancing towards her. But she had already drawn back, out of their view. They moved on, and she noticed a faint light out of the corner of her eye. Steady arm. Only one shot, or they’ll know you’re here. She rested the gun in her opposite hand and fired. A hit. Then, a vibrating motion in her hand and across her chest and back and the baneful notes telling her that she had been hit. “Damn.” She checked the back of her gun, settling herself as far back into the corner as possible, waiting for the five seconds to pass before she could start shooting again. Kamo. Wild duck. Her eyes widened, then narrowed as her gun let out the opposite sequence of harmonic intervals than a few seconds ago. She saw the green and red lights moving along the highest level’s bridge and fired. She could not hear the beep but saw their lights dim. A quick squint into the darkness, then she scuttled away as inconspicuously as possible to wait for another assault or some one to render unable to get her back for as long as it took to run away. Another vibration and sequence of beeps and she swore again, more harshly and recoiled into the darkness, where she thought no one would see her. Once again, she glanced at her gun and grimaced. Kamo. She glanced at her watch, glad of its ability to light up in dim light and noted that there were many hours left before she would have a chance to leave. This was a Lock-In, after all. Plenty of time to find out whom it was who had been able to hit her twice in such a small time frame. She thought she saw some one running away and fired again. Once again, their lights dimmed, but she did not move. She fired at a few would-be snipers, who looked around for her; she was in an unlikely place, and they did not see her. Then, she whirled around and fired as many shots as she could before her lights went out. He grinned at her then rushed past her. “Fuck, no…” She sprung quickly to her feet, forgetting about her strategy and followed him. The few notes and she fired again and hit. “God damn it…” He looked around, but she had ducked behind a wall. She thought she heard him coming up behind her and shifted to the far side of a pillar, gun held ready. She just had to see it one more time, and then… He walked past her and turned to fire, but she already had. She nodded to him, a smirk on her face, taking note of his expression and features, then did her best to disappear. She shook her head to herself and fired at a few kids on the top level before looking for another secure hiding place. It was definitely him. Kamo. The Duck. Forget about him, she told herself. You can’t know for sure. Besides, you need to get first place, and you need to last until it’s over. Just a few more hours. She fired at the girl with the whiney voice and the white bra—foolish, to wear light-coloured undergarments under black light; very un-1337—and hit. The girl whined as she moved away from her, not wanting to bother with players who obviously wouldn’t last ‘til the end. She heard a noise behind her and turned rapidly, then dropped her weapon. “Oh, hey.” “What’s your rank?” “Second.” “Who’s first?” “Him.” “What?” “I’ll see you later. Cover my back while I’m running, eh?” She heard her friend’s gun beep as she got hit, presumably from behind. She turned a corner and once again found herself checking the back of her gun. Him again. Must be him, she thought. I shall ask him to accompany us for breakfast once this is over. She fired again, and missed. Then, a hit, and she ducked. But what if it’s not really him? I’d make a fool out of myself. She ran down the passageway, through a group of four or five boys, tagging them all as she went. She had a purpose now, but didn’t know where she was going. So what? If it turns out it is him, you’ll regret not taking the chance. You’ve got nothing to lose. Ask him after it’s over. She stopped and retreated into a small room, waited for the boys to run by the entrance, and fired. All of them again. They yelled as she ran past. You’ll just make a moron of yourself. He’s, like, 25, anyway. Yeah. It can’t be him; he lives too far away. “…was killed at a strip mall, outside a Laser Tag arcade. Found with several knife wounds. There were no witnesses that have stepped forward. “He was on vacation, staying with relatives, and was, as far as authorities know, not acquainted with the suspects, one of which was arrested at his home earlier today. “He was 25 years old.” She turned off the TV and began to cry. Why hadn’t she taken him to the coffee shop? Sorry about the squishy-looking formatting, but I typed it up in Word, and am too lazy to bother working out the "squibbles" (Hee--I like that word that...Poison Tongue...I believe? used.) in html. Turns out I only made a change to one word, and that I guess I'm happy with the rest. I wrote this after coming home from LaserQuest. My mom told me, five minutes after I got home, or so, that my Oma had died in the hospital while I was out, so that probably explains the ending. I was also influenced by Senny's previous comment about some one dying and your thinking their cat chewed through their 'net cable or something. (Forget the example he used, but it's the same idea.) Sammie-chan and I had also just had a conversation in the van about something like this, though rather less...depressing. Heh.

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Saturday, September 25, 2004

Dad said she looked like she was sleeping.

My grandmother died today while I was playing stupid games. 'Sall.

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Black bra and these pants have no pockets.

Decked out in black everything for the upcoming game at LaserQuest. I shall have to wear my sandals, as I forgot my running shoes in my locker, whose shelf has finally given up and left everything in a pile at the bottom. I was going to wear black knee socks with dark brown running shoes, but whatever. My sandals are running-in-able, too. 'Tis nearing the time for me to test my skillz as a 5n1p3r, and I don't intend to ruin the ordeal by being a "walking bra" like my friend was last time she played Laser Tag. Ph34r m4h 1337 bl4ck und3rw34r. (More later.)

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Friday, September 24, 2004

I shall now proceed to do the impossible and explain the entire base of Canadian culture in one myOtaku post. Or quite possibly less, if I decide to go on to other things when I am finished. Indeed, the one thing that sets Canada apart from the rest of the world can be seen in a crudely-fangled MS Paint drawing, made by none other than yours truly, in which I may or may not have spelled "litres" wrong. Ph34r m3h 1337 5k1llz.

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Thursday, September 23, 2004

If you break a leg, you have a friend. u.u

Well, I must have exactly zero friends then, since I've never broken a leg. : ( Despite the fact that it is still summer (and that the weather shows steady, sure signs of being aware of this), the principal decided it was necessary to make an announcement about the dangers of snowballs. Which I guess I can understand, seeing as--to the extent of my knowledge--a couple of people have been brained and made bloody-nosed within the past week. In 30 degree weather, no less. I sincerely hope that woman decides she hates us so much, she has every reason to quit. And that she will. Go project your whiney, shrill voice at another seven-hundred-fifty students for once, why don't you? Bah! If I could wish for one thing, it would be that every one in the world would, starting right now, stop, sit down, shut up, forget about everything they've let their inflated egos convince them is right, and think about what the person they're shooting at has to say. For ten minutes. If they can't reach any reasonable agreements after that, they can both shut the fuck up and build a mother fucking wall and never talk to eachother the fuck again. The sad thing is that that's probably the least likely thing to happen. Ever. Using a banjo as the sole instrument in a movie soundtrack totally ruins everything. I never would have thought that you could turn such a powerful, angst-ridden scenario into such a mock-fest. The fact that it was introduced by a man tied to a trane-track, lying on top of an ant hill didn't make one look at it any more seriously, either. Silly, silly filmmakers. : O Things Godel doesn't understand: -why my math teacher yelled at my classmate for congradulating her on the birth of her new niece -why we are not allowed to eat at picknick benches on school property -why they installed the garbage can so it is facing away from the fucking sidewalk, half obstructing the path one would take to the doors -why people believe any amount of crap the bible, koran, or any other collection of myths spews at them Religion = crap crap < stuff I rest my case. u.u (Using math and e'erything!) Which brings me to something that pisses me the hell off: the fact that modern society is willing to condone a set of principles that contradict everything we are supposed to believe in, simply because it's politically correct to do so. As an ethically-driven being, I cannot bring myself to accept any culture or creed that supports the disempowerment of women or any other group, regardless of the views of those who are made victims of it. If you find it spiritual to run around thumping books and wearing clothing/symbols that encourage the discrimination against perfectly equal, harmless parts of society, then you have got to be fuckwitted or something. Salt, I understand throwing your life into dissaray for. And that doesn't even happen any more. "God"? Oh, get a fucking life. Or at least let me live mine without hearing about your misconceptions. At all. Ever. Again. Seriously. It's like you aren't seeing that your entire set of beliefs is based on some dead geniuses' conquest. I don't give a crap who I'm offending, either--just for the record. *** Seeing as the life-expectancy of some one living in Japan is two or three years longer than that of some one living in Canada, equal to that of some one living in Australia, and about seven years longer than that of some one living in the US, I have yet another reason to move there one day.^^ Which, innevitably, logically, brings me to asking if any of you (other than Shin, who I forced it upon already--heh) would be so kind as to review the following: “Do you think justifying what we’re doing right now as our not getting into drugs or joining gangs is just a way of hiding the fact that we’ll never be prepared for real life and that we have no social skills whatsoever?” “What do you—don’t use up as jump—what are you talking about?” “Well, think about it. At the age we’re at now, we don’t have to do anything for ourselves. I mean, our parents pay for everything for us, and we see the fact that we avoid talking to people not as something that might cause a future hindrance, but as a benefit because we don’t have to be around to support people or fulfill obligations this way.” “So? I told you to stop using up as jump. I’m kicking your ass…” “In real life, we’re going to need to talk to people, and we’re going to have to face peer pressure. I mean, it’s not like adults are exempt from being horrible, stupid, biased people that treat any one who’s different from them and their little group as inferior. At least the kids who let themselves buy into that crap when they’re still, you know, kids, learn better and know what to avoid doing. All we’re doing right now is avoiding that whole circumstance, just by keeping away from every one we don’t know, because we’re afraid they might make fun of us or make us want to change ourselves.” “And that’s a bad thing? Would you seriously rather be out buying expensive jeans and smoking? I’m still kicking your ass, you know. I told you it’s better to use lightweights in this mode.” “Maybe and no. I mean, it’s not the expensive jeans and smoking I have any second thoughts about shying away from. It’s just that we’re basically sitting, wasting away our years of youth and beauty in front the TV, playing video games, and on the computer, putting all of our effort into making ourselves noticed on forums and in fan-listings and writing pointless, long-winded, angst-ridden entries on blogs that no one of importance is ever going to look at, let alone care about.” “Hey, man, my blog gets over a hundred hits a week. Speak for yourself.” “And what kind of people go there, anyway? I mean, think about it! They’re just pale, overweight kids who have nothing better to do with their lives than stare at a computer screen. When was the last time you read anything really astounding anywhere on the ‘net? All the real writers who know what they’re doing are out getting published at fourteen and landing themselves a level road to University and a career.” “You could drown in the angst that dribbles off the low-quality paper pages of those books. Let’s play something else; this is getting boring. You keep losing.” “But they—“ “I’ll put Soul Calibur on, okay?” “—yeah, okay, cool. But they get somewhere with it. Angst is what the public wants, and they’re willing to give it to them. And I’ll bet they have social lives, too, at least after their classmates find out they’re published. I mean, who doesn’t want to be able to brag about knowing some one like that? “They learned how to get successful before their thirteenth birthday, and are already making money off of it, and neither of us can even get organized enough to look at, let alone start, our homework. We fail every test we write, and still go on doing what we’re doing, because we like to tell ourselves that—why are you playing as—?” “Shut up. She’s cool.” “Whatever. We like to tell ourselves that we’re escaping a life of 9-to-5 jobs because we’re going to somehow get into the gaming industry or write our own books or win the lottery and move to Japan. We tell ourselves we can’t do anything our parents or teachers want us to, and that continuing to lose at everything we do and then finally pulling out and becoming rich and successful through some unlikely twist of fate is our way of getting back at the world.” “You’re shooting kind of low there. My goal is world domination. Besides, spite is a powerful motive. You know, you can do a combo if you press more than one button at once. Besides, spite is a powerful motive. More-so than the thirst for honest, pure-hearted success.” “You think so?” “Yeah.” “So, what has spite accomplished you thus far?” “Well, I haven’t passed a single math, French, or science assignment for two years, but can speak fluent, self-taught Japanese. And I’ve transposed the entire Zelda main theme for piano, beat Chrono Trigger three times using just my toes, and can hum all of Do As Infinity’s songs backwards.” “Really?” “No, but neither can Bill Gates, and look where he is.” “Touché.” This is the piece of writing I mentioned a few days ago. Not sure how many days, but it was a few. u.u It's up in OB Anthology, but I, being the attention whore I am, want to make sure you read it, or are at least aware of its existance!!! Therefore, if you do not leave a comment, I shall harangue you mercilessly over AIM/MSN/e-mail/the phone/whatever else until you at least tell me whether or not it is "good". ("Good" usually means "I don't care, but you need a compliment," when it comes to this kind of thing, but hey.) *** The Pillows' full discography. On my computer. Ph34r. ^_~ Oh yes, and I made a new banner: It is currently in use at OB, and I quite like it. I made the black sit there rediculously long intentionally, by the way. It's to make you pissed off at me for having nothing in my banner but...black. Then, while you're cursing me out, it tells you that, well, I'm blogging this. (*piano teacher comes, teaches me, then goes*) That's right: you're being watched!!! : O My next French project is the best thing ever. French-class-wise, at least. Even better than when I got to write a story about Francois Tremblant and his adventures in being a tour guide, during which he brutally murdered all of his tourists.^.^ I get to make une site web. I doubt that most of the people in my class even know the most basic of HTML, let alone XML or any of that good stuff. I intend to 0wnz 7h3r 45535. Heh. Life isn't bad. It's just ever so less than good. : )

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Tuesday, September 21, 2004

Check OK!

I don't believe you people. "It appears to be dough of some kind." Ah well, it made me laugh when I read that, so I wont make too much fun of Bio-san. ^_- How about this? Whoever guesses (or comes about the answer by some other means) correctly first wins fifty points. : O (No Canadians are allowed to guess! *sweat*) Shouldn't be too hard; I mean, Wondershot already left the answer in his comment...>_> *** Downloaded the first episode of what I figure must be a children's show yesterday. Its name and subject matter are very kiddy-ish, as (arguably) is the art, but it's been projected to only run for 13 episodes, which I find unusual for a kid's show. I guess I'll download the second episode and see how it goes: could end up being the second NaruTaru for all I know. Heh. 'Scalled "Windy Tales", by the way. Went to an art class meeting after school today, which was like being in a zoo, only the patrons were older by a few years. For some reason, only 25 or so grade nines are premitted to join, which meant I literally had to shove through a crowd of 60 people to write my name in the last slot. o_o"" It was all very stressful, especially with my nose starting to bleed for no apparent reason and my having to run off to the washroom. I must say, however: nothing gets people to dart madly out of your way more efficiently than a nose blooding all over the place. That's right. Blooding. I found the lyrics to Denpatou, which makes me very happy. Has any one else noticed that with said and several other songs, AKFG manages to sound remarkably like Sum 41? I guess Emma (IRL) was right when she said they were probably the lone Japanese band that could manage a close-to mainstream fanbase in Canada and the US. They just sound so normal. If you happen to hear Sum 41 on the radio and on TV alot. Heh. I don't mind Sum 41, but I'm not too crazy about any English(not Engrish--English)-singing-in group, aside from my beloved OLP (who ownz your ass, biatch), so I only know a couple of their first songs. I don't even know who's popular, music-wise, right now. O__o"" Shows how much of a social life I have. Had a pleasant, though frequently interupted, conversation with Wondershot yesterday. We parled a bit in English and a bit en francais, which somehow ended up being quite fun. Blood sugar ninjas = awesome. : O I also talked to my dear friend who used to have a myO (she never updates any more, though I keep bugging her to so we can keep in better touch) yesterday. She recently transfered to a private school, and has been having to rise at 5:30am on a semi-regular basis. All hail public education, I guess. They expect so little of you, it leaves time to do stuff. Heh. I killed a mosquito yesterday. The bang was so loud, my mom thought I'd run into something. Heh. I think I shall watch some more Lain today. I've only seen one episode, which was quite interesting, not to mention the fact that Lain is a very highly rated series, so I want to watch more. I don't know why I haven't yet. : / I wrote a short bit of dialogue yesterday, which I sent to one of my friends. I'll get her feedback on it, edit it, send it to a couple more people, then maybe post it up here. : O Not that any one cares or anything, but hey: this is myO--not yours, mine--and I'll do whatever I fucking want with it!!! u.u One goose, two geese; one moose, two meese.

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Monday, September 20, 2004

For those of you who haven't wasted spent at least an hour of your lives at QuestionableContent.net, I urge you to hop to it. Hell, I insist that you hop to it! >:^O (Once you finish reading this post, that is.) There are people who put tremendous effort towards breaking into and plundering bank vaults, and this I can understand. Money, after all, is everything. And then there are people who put tremendous effort towards breaking into and pissing all over the contents of schools, leaving homophobic, racist graffiti along the way. These people can easily all be squashed into the same group, regardless of their sexual orientation or race: Among the first on the execution roll to be implemented as part of my new world order, as soon as my take-over of the world is complete and brought to light. I've been thinking about entering Perspectives 2005. For those of you who are not familiar with said event, it is basically a creative writing competition, in which "young, urban minds" submit prose, poetry, and creative writing passages. I'm not sure about the word-limit or other such restrictions, but there's a large poster advertising the event on my English teacher's wall, so I think I'll look into it further. I've been considering writing something from a perspective that is usually ignored, when it comes to mainstream writing competitions, as far as I've noticed: that of some one like you or me. You know, internet-bound, blog-crazed, and full of RIAA sentiments--because face it: most of the winning works in these things revolve around discovering god, being depressed and angst-ridden, or in-praise-of-tolerance bits. All those things ('sept maybe for the depressed, angst-ridden one) can put forward some value, even if the first catagory does nothing but cause eyes to roll among the people I consider intelligent (xP), but they're pretty dull. Which probably means I wont win or become close to even running-up if I write anything different. We'll just have to see, I guess. Wrote a French quiz today. I failed it utterly, I'm sure, but the teacher seems to like me for some reason, so I think I'm okay for the rest of the year. Qu'ici le parle? Je besoin l'aide avec beacoup d'il, mais je croix je juste veux in person pour communique en l'avec. I probably came across as severely retarded right there, but hey. It's not like there're too, too many people here who'd be able to tell. ^_- Certain unnamed parties have finally begun the endeavour of completing Shogun, the greatest book ever written. I encourage you to follow in his/her/their footsteps as soon as possible. *imposing glare* Neh? Watched episode 101 of Naruto yesterday, and all I have to say is this: omgz |<4k45h1 w170u7 p4n7s lolololzorzzz!!!! Sewiously speaking, howevva, it was actually rather stunning for a filler episode. It makes Konohamaru's adventures in finding the red clover look puny in comparison, which really isn't saying all that much. =_=" It got quite stupid after the first seven minutes, and that horse kept me awake 'til two this morning, but I chuckled a bit. (Sakura's such a pervert. xD) The manga keeps getting better'n'better, though, so it's all good. : ) If you have absolutely no idea what this is a picture of, or know what it is and find it utterly weird, you suck. Just wanted to let you know.^^

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Sunday, September 19, 2004

Memory. You know, from Cats. Honestly, people.

I am not a tidy person. Hell, the degree of un-tidiness I am able to truthfully reffer to as my own is so incredibly vast one might even say I was messy. Impressive, neh? The other day, my piano teacher came by with the entire West Side Story soundtrack. The sheet music, of course. Earlier today I spent nearly an hour tinkering out I Feel Pretty, a song I now know most of the words to. It's been stuck in my head ever since, over-riding the Paranoia Agent ED default. At first it was fresh and I didn't really mind, but by this point I wouldn't mind burning every copy of the film I can find. I never liked the West Side Story to begin with. I found it dull, predictable, and too much...singing. *shudder* I hate romance flicks, and I can't stand musicals. So why the fuck did some one get the bright idea to shove 'em together and then make me watch the result?! Dah! Curse you sixth-grade! Making me watch such boring movies. We were actually begging for math homework by the time Maria decided white wasn't for babies, after all. I really ought to be sleeping now, as I have to wake up early tomorrow today, despite the fact that it's Sunday. I don't really mind though, because we're going to visit my grandmother in the hospital. The thing is, the hospital is 2 1/2+ hours driving distance away. =_= Sitting in a car with my sister for two and a half hours can get rather trying. *swt* Ah well, I guess I'm used to it: I like long car rides, anyway, as long as no one tries talking to me. I like meat. My favourite foods are steak, poutine (with beef gravy), and Katsu Don. Imagine life without them! Impossible! Vegetarians are just plain weird. u.u I'm downloading more AKFG, and intend to leave it downloading all night. Hopefully, unlike the last one, it will get past 0%. Oh, it already has. I guess the other one was just a failure. 'Sall. Edit: Turns out we can't go up to visit today. Well, this way I have time to do my homework.

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