Wednesday, June 29, 2005

Shouldn't be so much god-damn fun.

It really shouldn't. I mean, they're the things that send us running, gesticulating wildly, voice-boxes nearly breaking, from 80% of blogs. They're the things that make us wonder why in hell any one would find that kind of thing anything short of fucking annoying.
But they're so goddamn cute. o_o

I'm talking about "dolls", of course.

My friend, the other day, printed out a few she had made, then directed me to the site where she made them. And, so, I spent about three hours last night this morning makin' dolls.
The first one I made was of me, Godel:

The outfit's pretty eclectic, but the only thing anybody notices is the mouth.

Azure: What's with the mouth?
Cousin: I thought you didn't like vamps.

Anyway, it was tough getting the hair to work. I wanted something with a toque and this was the closest I could get to one with my hair.
Bleh. None of you know what my hair looks like, anyway, so it doesn't matter! >: D

The second one I made was of the lovely Azure Wolf:



I think I really captured his essence, especially with the wings. ^_^



This one was supposed to be Vince, but it just doesn't look like him at all. I like the pink pants, though. More men should wear them more frequently.
Don't ask about the ghosts, because I really do not know.
*glomps Vince*

With the later couple, I started to include more detail, like the fairy palace and motorcycle below:



This was what happened when I said to my cousin, "I'm going to make a doll of you now." Strangely enough, it's actually recognizably him, as long as you know his hair would probably really do that if he let it grow out.
His reaction was similar to Azure's ("What are those wings supposed to imply?! >: O"):

It's so gay! What's with the fairy palace?? And where did you get the idea I like motorcycles? I do have pants like that, though, and a blue scarf and awww...it's Chester.

Something like that, Chester being his cat.


I told you I was bored.


Yesterday, while reading Tony's update regarding Oprah, I was inspired. Not to write something amazing or insightful or to make an awesome layout or to take photos at the next Pride Parade I come across, but to learn how to indent my paragraphs.
That's right, my friends: next time you come by here, my paragraphs will be properly indented and all shall rejoice!

It's kind of depressing that I don't know how to do this already, actually.

Anyway, thanks, Tony, for that. -.-
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Tuesday, June 28, 2005

Unhappy in our own way.
Given my current mood, the change of theme is somewhat bizarre. Not the change, itself, but what it's been changed to. Or maybe not. Coupled with the new intro text, it's just sort of ironic, I guess.
I wont go off on an irritating, angst-ridden rant because, if you know the first line of Anna Karenina and read the first paragraph of this post, you'll get it.

The image itself, believe it or not, is from the bag my friend gave me my birthday present in a couple months or so back. It's just so abrasively cute and colour-coordinated, I simply had to use it. : )
Comments would be much appreciated.


I'm starting to wish I hadn't agreed to volunteer at this summer camp at the end of the holidays. I'm dreading having to go there today to get the forms I'm supposed to fill out because I've been busy and unable to get there sooner and I'm worried I'm going to get an earful of the responsibility thing. -_-;
It's going to be rather bizarre being an authority figure there, truth be told, because I went there when I was little and, well...O_o You know. I remember hating some of the instructors/volunteers, whispering bad things about them, being bored, getting upset over trivial things. Ah well.
Also, I've gotten stuck going there the two weeks where we go swimming every single day. Which, when you're with a bunch of 6-10 year olds, is the physical embodiment of Hell itself.
I remember that. "YAY!! Let's all climb on/drown [your name here]!!!!" Happened to my friend, happened to my other friend. Now it's gonna happen to me. Blarg.


I'm bored. There is nothing to do, now that school is over. I mean, I'm glad I don't have to go to school, but GOD DAMN IT, there is NOTHING TO DO. X_x
I wish I had a digital camera. Then, I could amuse myself taking "artistic" photos of random crap. It'd be like, "Oooo! Tree! Puddle! Hill! Dog! My cat sleeping in a cupboard!"

I don't even have much to write about here, OB, or anywhere. I feel yucky and uninspired. : (
At least I'm getting my iPod today. : D Or tomorrow, since my little sister won a Literacy Award (O_o;;) and we are going out for dinner. I doubt she'd let us not. She always wants to go out for dinner. Every single day. "Let's go out for dinner! Why can't we! It's not fair! *cries" =_=
I'm actually kind of worried about her winning the award. I mean, when I was her age, I had already read The Lord of the Rings, 100% of the Redwall books published at the time, and many, many other things she looks at and goes, "OMFG SO LONG!!!!11one"
So I'm concerned as to what the hell her classmates are reading and how long it takes them.
I mean, it breaks my heart every time I see her reading "Judy Moody" or some other serial, formula novella, lacking in any degree of inspiration. (Yes, I know all Redwall books are the same but...REDWALL. u.u And they're at least of a decent length and language. >_>)
I keep trying to get her to read something like The Hobbit or even the Pippi Longstocking trilogy. Something by Tamora Pierce (I mean, I own like 85% of the woman's books; it's not like they're unavailable!) or Nix. But no. She likes soccer.
*sigh* I do try.

Which reminds me I have to start my weight-lifting again. : / I mean, I had for a while, but then I just kind of...stopped. So I'll do that at some point today, then get down to the summer camp and get my earful and maybe get "fired" and come home and listen to my family whine at each other until they all go to bed, since they have to go places tomorrow. >: D
Bwahaha.


Being sick sucks. My nose is all hurty from blowing it in paper towel, since we have no Kleenex. : (
Also, I can't stop coughing. It's fucking annoying.
I kept coughing this morning and my mom kept coming into my room saying, "Wake up! It's too hot in your room! Come downstairs!" O_o
I think she's in denial about having to go to work while I get to sit around doing nothin' all day. She keeps coming into my room in the morning and turning lights on and then leaving, saying, "WAKE UP YOU ARE MAKING ME LATE."

._.


Edit:

I submitted a new piece of art. I like this one, though it's rather sketchy.
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Monday, June 27, 2005

Bat Out of Hell
So. Spanakotyropitta. That's Greek for spinach and cheese pie or more work than I ever plan to do again, in my entire life, ever. Evil to have to prepare, they're so very tasty. Why must one suffer for all good things in life?

I actually need to bring the little bastards to a party tonight, where everybody is going to love them to death, lest I rip out their eyes with a rusty spork. (No really: I know everybody there very, very well, so they will love the food I am bringing. Or else.)
It's supposed to be a big, funtastic waterfight, where every one has a right good time they'll remember forever, however I know it's just going to turn into a big sob-fest. It involves every one from my special-ed class, from the past long-as-I-can-remember, many of whom are leaving next year, to go to obscure schools, pursuing more obscure dreams.
And it'll be a sad, sad last hour of the party.


Meat Loaf. Over the years, I've discovered depressingly few people who love one of the greatest bands and albums--Bat Out of Hell--as much as I do.
When I was little, my dad would play that CD over and over, as we drove to and from our boat, a two or three hour journey. Unused to listening to one thing for more than two minutes and ten seconds, I would always listen desperately, trying to find the end of each song. I paid such close attention, I managed to metaphorically burn all of the lyrics of Bat Out of Hell, You Took the Words Right Out of My Mouth, Two Out of Three Ain't Bad, and Paradise By the Dashboard Light, along with others, into my brain.

Also, "On a hot summer night, would you offer your throat to the wolf with the red roses?"
"Yes."
"I bet you say that to all the boys."

I always loved that dialogue.

So, anybody else care about these guys?
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Wednesday, June 22, 2005

Yearbooks and, apparently, my friend,
Thanks for that, friend. -_-;;

Anyway, yearbooks. This year's layout and colourscheme and font and everything just kind of sucked and sucked, but that's not what it's about, is it? I mean, I wasn't expecting to be in more than one photo (the profile one), though I did happen to be featured in a small picture near the back, looking particularly conniving.
It's not about that, either. It's about the signatures!!!!!111one It's about randomly accosting people you barely know because you have this inexplicable, irrepressible desire to remember them forever. Or, that failing, to connect their face with the words...well, fuck. I cannot read those words because these randomly accosted people all signed in languages I cannot read. Way to go, Dickson. Ah well. No matter. Adds some diversity of phonetics or whatever, I guess.
Actually, it was pretty funny, if a little awkward when I got him to sign my yearbook. I happened to walk by him at lunch, so I said, "Hey, Dickson! Sign my yearbook! We're in gym class together!" He kind of stared at me for a couple of seconds, then took about two minutes to write six kanji. I think they're probably his name, but I cannot be sure. : /
Anyway, he handed the book back to me after he signed and said, "Thankyou," which was bizarre, among other things. Why would he say "thankyou"? He could have said, "See you next year" or, "Here you go" or even a brief, "There". But..."thankyou"? o.o;;

Then, there was the girl I only really talked to yesterday. I told the girl she was walking with that I thought the keychain on her bag was cute (which it was), and then she [the first girl] immediately says, "Do you speak Japanese??"
My response was a laughing, "No...!"
"But...Catherine said you spoke--"
"I speak a very little." I wondered, How many people has Catherine told I speak Japanese?? >_>;;
Anyway, this morning, I asked the Japanese girl (Jenny) to sign my yearbook. She kind of blinked at me and said, "What?"
"Could you sign my yearbook?"
"Well...I..."
I looked at her. She lowered her voice and said, sheepishly, "I can't write English."
So I said, "So?! Write something! : D"
"In Japanese?"
"Sure!"
And, so, I have this to decipher over the summer holidays. If any one knows what the kanji mean, I'd be delighted to hear read your translation. I can only read hiragana and katakana, after all.
The part that really has me ponderin' is "Donmil". I don't know if she means I'm going there or she is or what! Drivin' me crazy! Oh well; I'll ask her tomorrow, at our "grad" ceremony. *rolls eyes*
Nice kid. : )

Then, since Ding Ding is always shmucking around my homeroom, I said, "Hey, Ding, sign my yearbook."
So he did. He was very excited about it, too.
Can't believe that boy broke his arm twice in two years. That's something you have to be very, very special to do. Either that or he drank, like, no milk throughout his childhood. Or is secretly a post-menopausal woman who keeps neglecting to take her calcium supplements or eat right.
I can't decide which is most likely.

Then, this came into being. Isn't it just the sexiest thing alive??
I drew a picture of THE ULTIMATE SEXY GACKT in the guy who drew this one's yearbook, as well.
Tsk.

And, of course, my pal Holden always has something golden to contribute. This is about as golden as they come.

Those are all the ones I've scanned thus far.

In most people's yearbooks, I drew caricatures of them, often in clothing that did not suit them at all. For instance, I drew the guy who drew THE ULTIMATE SEXY GACKT in a shirt with the peace sign on it. If you knew him, you'd LAUGH.
Then, I drew a picture of a very grumpy, cynical pal of mine as an old man, saying, "Hey you kids! Get off my damn lawn!" Every one loved it, of course. : P
I must get him to scan it, as it truly is an amusing picture. He has wrinkles, a cain, and everything. Of course, "Squirrel Boy" added a shotgun and some other details, but the mood is still pretty much the same. Actually, it's more him because of it. (This is the guy who says at least twice a day, out of nowhere, "I really need to go kill something.")
What can I say? He drives the Bitter Bus.

And I can't believe I missed seeing my two guy friends giving each other hickies in geography class! Curse you, stupid end-of-year "fun" assignment that the teacher will fail you over! >: O If it weren't for you, I would have been LOOKING.

Fooey.
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Monday, June 20, 2005

Hear. See. Speak. Blog.
Sometimes, the most interesting things can be found in cabinets in the middle of the living room. Cabinets that have always been there, that you pass every day, that have glass fronts, but have never really drawn your attention.
Then, you get really bored because you've got nothing to read, so you start looking through them and you find books entitled "WOMAN: An Intimate Geography", "Red China Blues", and...well, I forget what the last one was called, but it's about the emotional significance of fairy tales.

Anyway, the first is written in a very scatter-brained fashion and heads off on bizarre tangents rather frequently. It starts off talking about babies' fingernails, then goes on to spend three pages describing apoptosis.
Because of this trend, I've been reading it rather sporadically. In total, I've read about fifty pages or so since yesterday.

The second one is by Jan Wong, which means it just pisses me the fuck off. I cannot stand that woman.
I read about 45 pages, all of which constituted her saying her family suffered and that she had a food fight and made some pots or whatever. Fascinating, I promise you.

The third, I have yet to start. It's in very small print and plays host to some of the thinnest god damn pages ever. Almost has something on Chinese books.
Anyway, it looks super-interesting, but I was too busy reading "WOMAN" to really pay it much attention. The cover features one of Doré's more famous prints: Little Red Riding Hood and the Wolf.
I don't know if it'll go into detail analysing the stories themselves or what, but it mentions "The Goose Girl" at great length, from what flipping through tells me.


Wonderland was awesome, even though I got stuck walking around soaking wet all day. (My own fault, but I'm blaming it on my friends.) The kids I was with were too cowardly to go on Topgun, The Wild Beast, Dragonfire, The Vortex, or anything really awesome. Tomb Raider was interesting, though, because you're on your stomach.
The thing about that ride, however, is that a very skinny person would fall out, since there is nothing effectively holding you in, aside from this cage that rests pretty far back from the part you are lying on. There are many instances when the thing corkscrews, so you have to...hang on.
This one guy forgot to last year. He died.
As my friend described it...
"You feel like you flying. You are flying. Then, you realize you can't fly."

And that's basically it.

By the end of the day, every one was bitching about how ridiculously expensive the food was, but buying it anyway, and then bitching about how it made them cold: "Fuck! This stuff sucks! It's making me so cold! I'm fucking freezing!" And he kept...eating. It was really funny.

Also: "That kid pisses me off. I hate him. Look at his fucking ugly face. I don't even know what he's saying but it fucking pisses me off."

*laughs*

I bought the photo of my friends and I on the Fly. It's the funniest thing you've ever seen. too bad I haven't scanned it yet.

I'm a hero for women everywhere - even if I'm a little scary.

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Wednesday, June 15, 2005

Bweeeeeeeeee!!!
Wunnerland! Wunnerland, Wunnerland, Wunnerland, Wunnerland! I haven't been in ages, so I look forward to riding the ol' Mine Buster and Dragon Fire and seeing if I'm still allowed on the swans because hey. Swans. : P

So I'm excited about Friday. *is happy*


School's out in a week and a day, which is great and also pretty sad, since most of my friends are leaving me next year. I've become really close to them these past two or three years, so it's depressing to think they'll all be together, just without me there.
You'll hear more of this crap next Thursday, I'll bet, so don't be too relieved when I say I'll hold off for today.


My friend covered a rather large piece of paper in images of poring (sp?) having buttsex. Chances are it'll end up on the internet sooner or later, since my other friend has big plans to get him in trouble over it. Tch. *rolls eyes*


I don't feel very coherent right now, as I wasted all my writing ability on telling Azure he needs to suck it up. So blame him if you were expecting something amazing here today. (Which would be very strange. O_o)


My cousin isn't staying with us again until a week or so from now, so I haven't been staying up 'til one in the morning talking about the most random things and listening to how she feels really bad for "missing my life" and such. Also, stories of her making her brother run across broken glass and get 27 stitches and ride his trike down the stairs and other, worse things.
Oh yeah, and the people dying in bizarre ways.


Last night, my dad convinced my sister we were going to have a tornado. *laughs* She's so gullible.


Bwarg! I passed le math and am also getting a pink iPod mini. Yay for stuff and not summer school. : D


I love you guys!
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Wednesday, June 8, 2005

Mission Statement: TEN THOUSAND POUNDS OF YAOI
Alas, it was not to be: it was 90% sold out by the time we got around to witch-hunting about for it. Only we had no intention of burning it.
Truth be told, my friend wouldn't have gotten any yaoi, whatsoever, if it weren't for this guy who kind of popped out of nowhere, claiming to be a friend of her brother. (It turned out to be a true claim, after all, but that's kind of beside the point.) Mostly because of having drunk the free water (or so I suspect), he went on an insane yaoi hunt, digging violently through every booth selling manga's stock until he found at least something with two boys feelin' each other on the cover. And a parental advisory sticker on it.
"Hey, check it out! They're both explicit! We'll take 'em all!"

No really, though, everybody who drank the water went a little off. It was kind of creepy. O_o

I spent a lot of time waiting for certain unnamed party to show up, which they never did. While sitting at the table, listening to my friend's brother's friend talk about the Condom Country stick-on tattoo he found lying on the floor, I attempted to eat a drumstick. Note: attempted. The chocolate shell kept breaking and the ice cream was all melty and the nuts kept falling off and it was overall not worth the effort of getting up and waiting in line to pay for it. It wouldn't have been worth the effort to get up and fetch one, were they free. Especially since it almost...bled, if you will, all over Gaara. >: O

That's right: I am now the proud mommy of a Gaara plushie which scares the crap out of my family. My dad's thoughts on it were along the lines of, "That fuckin' Chucky thing is going to kill us all in our sleep." Which was pretty funny to hear.
I doubt it will scare my mom into locking it in the bathroom like she did with the Furby (God, I think I've forgotten how to spell it by now. -_-), but hey.
So I guess you could say my Gaara plushie is a surly little fellow, without eyebrows. He has the word "LOVE" stitched into his forehead, however, but no one believes me when I tell them that. *tsk*

I also got the most darling little grossly overpriced hat imaginable, then decked it out with myriad pins, which I believe I have described before.
Anyway, the hat itself is a pleasant blue, with pink on the inside of the ears. That's right: ears. I now own a kitty-ears hat. Piro has nothing on me. >: D
Also, it has a picture of Jin on it, which is just duplexomely AWESOME, beyond imaginability. And this cute li'l' stylization of Kakashi. And, of course, "YAOI IS GAY". Or, as my dad says, "Who the hell is Yadi? O_o" Haha--"Yadi". I guess the font makes the O look reminiscent of a D, but still. Yadi. *falls over laughing*

Volumes two and three of PLANETES are now mine, as well, which is always a good thing. Honestly, it's one of the best series in existence, me not being alone in saying so: the guy who sold them to me was all, "OMFG FAVURITE SERIES DUD!!!11" Actually, it was more along the lines of, "Oh, I love PLANETES. It's my favourite manga--I just love how intricately the characters are developed and how realistic all the technology seems. You can tell the guy really has a passion for the story while you're reading it." But still--a fanboy, no less. *shrug*

Also, three prints and a neat yellow t-shirt with some bug-like creatures on it. Wai.

There were people dancing and singing karaoke, which was almost bearable. I was tempted to go up and see if any one could sing if they wanted to, but then I couldn't think of any good anime songs to sing, so I didn't. Also, I wanted to get more shopping in. (And my voice sounds weird when I try and sing pop music, anyway, so eh.)

Lots of costumes, most rather lame. However, a few stood out: Lulu, Princess Peach, The Prince of All Cosmos, Domo-kun, Killik, and Seung Mina, to name a few. Thankfully, Killik was both shirtless and nice looking, unlike most scantly clad males present. Fat, hairy FFX2-style Yuna's are not my idea of anything at all...holy. Or good. Or even simply not pure evil. *cries in a corner*

Some fat old guy in a Hello Kitty t-shirt tried to lift something, but got chased down by Faye Valentine, Kakashi, and some guy with a light saber.

Also, the hotel across the street seemed to have caught alight around 4:00pm.
G: Well, it would seem the Flame of Recca people got a tad overexcited.

o_o;;

More on the con later.


Well, I am finished all my exams for this year. The exams that will govern whether or not I fail mathematics. Am I worried? Fuck yes.
I have no idea how I did on, well, anything math related, so I don't think I'll torture myself by mulling over it.
But I can't not mull. I mean, fuck. *kicks stuff*

This school year is the worst I've ever had, in terms of grades, events, and just about everything. I'm really sick of my current school, so a change will be nice next year.


I am tired of my hair. Je les deteste. Either it's mostly gone, neatly and with the aid of the correct brushes and scissors, by Saturday, or it's mostly gone, with the aid of hand scissors, over the bathroom floor. Grr.
Actually, methinks it'd be pretty funny to just cut it now and see my mom's reaction upon arriving home. *smirk*
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Monday, June 6, 2005

I Heart Canadian Beef
Also applies to The Arcade Fire, Gaara plushies, my new hat, and this pin I got that says "Yaoi Is Gay".
In all seriousness, I believe I have listened to the first about ten times since Saturday evening. And I actually paid money for it, which says a lot, in itself.
La Musique de Montréal > tu.
I mean, they actually have a song named "Laika". That's just too awesome for words. *nods*


Well, my cousin has come to stay with us for a month or so, which means, at the dinner table, I get to hear fascinating tales of forensics. This can constitute anything from, "Hey, you know, they found this lady who was an alcoholic and a vacuum fell on her head and she suffered serious internal bleeding and all the blood pooled to beneath her eyes and they had to match up the bruise to the 'Hoover' logo on the vacuum and that damn Evidence Removal Team moved the body onto the floor after her post-mortem had set in. The bastards," to, "And then they found this mummified baby in her closet and the fingers were all dried up and it turned out she'd moved three times since it died and always brought it with her."
For the record, she deals with this kind of thing for a living and doesn't give two shits about CSI. (Just so you don't get the wrong idea.)
Godel after hearing about some guy who stabbed his mother 140 times then gouged out his foster-daughters eyes: Wow. Dinner. Looks very...oh fuck, that's nasty.
She did a much better job of describing it than I have hear. It wasn't the most appetite-precipitating story you've ever heard, I promise you.


The weather has finally decided to stabilize itself (-_-;;) at a comfortable 30-or-so degrees. Which fucking sucks, since cold > heat.


God, I have nothing to talk about right now. The con shall have to wait for later.
However, I will say that my friend had her picture taken 44 times.

I shit you not.
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