Sunday, February 12, 2006

Godchild
I am SO f*cking addicted to that series, it's not even funny. Damn, that last issue of Shojo Beat has got me completely obsessed. I read the ending of that chapter, and said to myself, "OH MY GOD!!! OMG OMG!!! GYAH!!! WHAT THE HELL?!? HE IS TOTALLY PRETENDING" And then Lumi says "He's faking just to piss off Crehador!" and I think that is the truth. She has a sharp mind. So let's laugh at Crehador. Decadent Aristocrats - GO!

So yes, I think he is pretending. ¬_¬ Alexis can go to hell, BTW. I hates Cain's father so much. He's eeeevil. >_>

But now I'm obsessed. I've even been reading fanfiction. RiffCain for life!!! ^__^ Yaoi forever - SQUEEE!

And I got some really nifty pictures today, most of them implying RiffCain. I've got this one picture, and I either cackle or melt every time I see it - it's soo great. Protective!Riff we LOVE YOU! AH! And then I got another one from a live journal, and it's a manga picture of Riff and Cain very close to each other, and the picture is cropped so that it looks like they're about to kiss. I wonder if they are, in the real picture. Anyway, they're all totally awesome images, just like that sexy picture of Gackt that Lumi sent me a while ago. YES! (And what do you know, Gackt is wearing aristocratic clothing in that picture, too. Oh yeah.)

I heart Godchild. So obsessed with it. >_>


On another note, I'd like to congradulate myself on my literary prowess. You see, I was writing fanfiction, and of all things, *gasp* SELF INSERTION!!! But not only was I bad enough to do that, I ended up somehow writing it where the characters got mad at me! I was writing it, and I realized "You know, I just wrote the characters being mad at me in this story. Nice going Roxanne."

I did figure out how to get them un-mad at me. I sent a bouquet of flowers that all had the generall message of "I'm sorry," along with small origami cranes nestled in between the flowers.

But it was still pathetic because I wrote myself into that mess on Thursday night, and I've been writing Friday and today, and I've only just FINALLY gotten myself completely out of that mess. (And I still have tons more to write!!! X__X) Wow.

So just remember kids, don't do what I did and write yourself into being the target of anger, or you shall be a completely loserriffic (hey look, "Riff" is in that word! Ahahahah) writer like myself!! WAH!
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Thursday, February 2, 2006

Why do I feel like I'm 12 years old again?
For the past couple days, I've been responding on Otakuboards again, and in some pretty controversial threads. And every time I post, I feel like I'm an inexperienced debater again, afraid of offending anyone, and afraid of being yelled at. =(

Do I feel this way because I just haven't been there for a while, and I'm not in the "swing" of things? Is that it? I just know it feels like I'm 12 again, and afraid of getting flamed.

I know, I feel like a loser, and I feel irrational, but... well, that's how I do feel. X_x


On another note, I spent ten minutes in Music Theory today, ranting about how bad Internet Explorer sucks. I focused on the sheer fact that it doesn't follow w3 standards, and renders HTML like crap, and allows people to abused HTML and fudge things up into infinity. And then I rambled a bit about irresponsible HTML users, (myself included, though I didn't say that, but it's simply because I've never had time to go back and fix my own site), but I was like "I mean, people don't even close all their tags when they code, and it really bothers me. If you paragraph, CLOSE THE < P > TAG for goodness sakes! RAWR!" I also said that IE had crap security, and didn't even acknowledge a lot of the holes in the software, whereas other companies like Firefox will recognize more problems and try to fix it as best they can. But, I felt really buggered about the fact that IE doesn't render HTML properly!!! Grrr!
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Tuesday, January 31, 2006

Stolen from a school friend's xanga
Not that this is really applicable to OB guys (ALL of you are so nice), but I KNOW that the OB girls out there must have felt this way at least ONCE in their offline life. And I really liked what my school friend had to say, so I wanted to repost what she wrote in her Xanga. (Yes, TAKEN [w/o permission!] from her Xanga. Don't kill me, Mich. Please. *_*) Here it is:

MEMO TO YOU ASSHOLES OUT THERE:

This is a tribute to the nice girls. The nice girls made of sugar and spice, who always get overlooked, and who sit and endure endless ranting about the psycho-bitch stalker sluts men are wasting their time with, all the while embodying an angelic, classy exterior that is underrated. This is dedicated to the girls who pick up the phone at 2 a.m. to talk to their belligerently drunk guy friends and listen to them for hours about nonsense because they dont feel like going to sleep. This is for the girls who still say thank you to the guy who hurries to hold the door open for the leggy blonde in front of you, then squeezes in front of you and barely saves the door from slamming in your face. This is in honor of the girls who reiterate how lucky any girl would be to have a certain guy, and then tell him 50 different ways to impress the girl of his dreams who is too stupid and stuck up to notice him in the first place. This is in honor of the girls who pump up a mans ego because she knows how delicate is, and once it gets bruised, she tells him how sexy/smart/funny he is so that his confidence (and head) is as inflated as it was before some dumb bitch ripped his heart out and put it in a blender. This is for the girls with the big hearts, who arent afraid to be silly, who lay it on the line, and who can go with the flow. This is for the girls who truly believe there is more to guys then sex and sports, but still put up with the sexist jokes and watch ESPN Sports Center without complaint. This is for all the girls who have been told, "youre the type of girl guys want to marry", and who spend their Friday nights alone (or with other nice girls) because they dont put out on the first date. This is for the girls who possess all of the qualities of a kick-ass girlfriend, but never get the time of day. This is for all of the girls who are unappreciated, but still unselfishly give their time and effort, go to great lengths to please others, and continue to genuinely care about other peoples feelings (even if they are assholes). This is for the ladies who are called prude because they would rather spoon than lick balls. For all the girls who are cast to the side, sit out the slow dances, and confidently go stag to social events, this is for you. This is for the time you had to work at 8 a.m. the next morning, but still picked his drunken ass up and drove him around so his other drunk friends wouldnt have to leave the party and so he wouldnt have to stumble into his house puking at 3 a.m. This is for the time he ditched hanging out with you to play video games with his friends and for the time he blew you off to stare at some anorexic blonde with jugs bigger than your head in a bathing suit. This is for the time you went to hang out with him and his friends and even though he was too cool to admit he had feelings for you and practically ignored you the whole time, you still pretended not to notice as all comments were directed to your chest instead of your face. This is for the Scarface marathon you sat through after he bitched for the first five minutes of a romantic comedy youd been dying to see, but you let him choose what to watch anyway, because youre nice like that. Nice girls dont get the attention they deserve. We like sports, we like to get rough and dirty, we dont ask you 100 times if you think were fat, and we dont complain while you munch down four cheeseburgers as we enjoy our salad and water. Even more surprising, nice girls dont get asked out as much as they should. We dont expect anything fancy, I mean you can save that $40 you spent taking some whore out to dinner just so you could secure some booty time for desert and use it to rent a video and buy us some flowers. I wish I could explain this, but the only conclusion I can come up with is guys are image-whores who just want a hot piece of ass and to uphold a badass reputation. Many of them claim they want a girl they can take home to Mom, but when faced with such a lucky find they say absurd, illogical things such as "Oh, shes out of my league", "The timing is off", or "Shes not my type". Im sorry, but these conceited jerks I just have no tolerance for. There is no connection between what they say ("I dont want to wake-up next to a stranger") and what they do ("Who the fuck is this naked woman in my bed?"). Furthermore, they comment on the lack of women who possess the full-package that are still available as they continue to sleep around with any hoe-bag with a short skirt, blonde streaks, wide-open legs, and even wider-opened mouths. But one thing I will say is this does not last forever. Eventually the boys get tired of fucking the high-school/college dropout with STDs and illegitimate children, and thats when they will be begging to tap the tight nice girls asses. The hard part is sorting out the loser guys from the ones who didnt have to sleep with 25 girls to realize what they actually want in a woman and then making sure they arent involved with the very psycho-bitches that give us nice girls a bad rep. So until these men realize what they are missing, until they actually grow big enough balls to go for the nice girls, until they are ready to get more from a relationship than blow jobs and booty calls, and until they have the intelligence to give us exactly what we need, I propose a toast to all the nice ladies. You know who you are, and I know you are sick of hearing you have to be patient and keeping waiting until whats meant to happen will happen. But the truth is, the world needs your long comforting talks, your insightful suggestions, your pleasantly optimistic perspective, and your tendency to let the men act like heroes and take the credit while you sit in the background as the ditzy damsel who has so much more than what meets the eye. For all the crazy, immature, ill-witted things you fathom, for all the situations where your infallible performance is unacknowledged, and for the endless nights you spend trying to improve someone elses life instead of your own, my gratitude and appreciation go out to you. You do have infinite, priceless, goddess qualities and our sovereignty and absolution is coming.

AND TO THOSE GOOD GUYS:

Thanks for realizing we girls are more than just a pretty face to look at and an instant piece of ass. <33
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Monday, January 16, 2006

WHAT NOW?!?!
OH YEAH! I have just blindly signed onto myotaku to tell you all that I FOUND THE REQUIRED 25 sources for this paper. I haven't printed out two of them, haven't read half of them but OH YEAH, DO I HAVE 25 SOURCES OR WHAT?!?! OH SNAP, WHAT NOW?!?!

*Cackles insanely* Beat THAT!

Though, I'm apparently further ahead than other people, but that still makes me nervous, because they seem to be able to churn things out like that *snaps her fingers* while it takes me FOREVERRRR to write a paper.

Wish me luck. *dashes back to her sources*
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Saturday, January 14, 2006

Oh Dear God.
OKAY OKAY. I shouldn't be on here right now! I need to write my 30 page paper that is currently one paragraph.

So yes, I did get two of your PMs, but I can't respond to them until this is FINISHED (that would be the 20th of January), so if you could wait just a bit, that would be great. I know there's an e-card waiting in my hotmail box, but I haven't gotten a chance to check anything else.

(Hopefully) everything will be back to normal-ish on the 20th. God I hope so. Just hold out until then, before you yell at me.

The only reason I'm posting here was because I was in a livejournal, and then clicked on a user that commented and saw this (I shouldn't have been doing any of it! But I'm too obsessed with this story where the author updates EVERY DAY! *gasp*).

And I wanted to post this here, because I saw it.

Oh, I'm so horrible! *wails how she's never going to finish this 30 page paper*

1) Being gay is not natural. Real Americans always reject unnatural things like eyeglasses, polyester, liposuction and air conditioning.

2) Gay marriage will encourage people to be gay, in the same way that hanging around tall people will make you tall.

3) Legalizing gay marriage will open the door to all kinds of crazy behavior. People may even wish to marry their pets because a dog has legal standing and can sign a marriage contract.

4) Straight marriage has been around a long time and hasn't changed at all; women are still property, blacks still can't marry whites, and divorce is still illegal.

5) Straight marriage will be less meaningful if gay marriage were allowed; the sanctity of Brittany Spears' 55-hour just-for-fun marriage would be destroyed.

6) Straight marriages are valid because they produce children. Gay couples, infertile couples, and old people shouldn't be allowed to marry because our orphanages aren't full yet, and the world needs more children.

7) Obviously gay parents will raise gay children, since straight parents only raise straight children.

8) Gay marriage is not supported by religion. In a theocracy like ours, the values of one religion are imposed on the entire country. That's why we have only one religion in America.

9) Children can never succeed without a male and a female role model at home. That's why we as a society expressly forbid single parents to raise children.

10) Gay marriage will change the foundation of society; we could never adapt to new social norms. Just like we haven't adapted to cars, the service-sector economy, or longer life spans...
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Re-post this if you believe in legalizing gay marriage
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Wednesday, January 4, 2006

Bad day but don't worry, it's my fault
Having a bit of a bad day, but don't worry, it's my fault.

I went to sleep last night really late, so I was tired all day.

School was whatever. =D

Then I proceeded to waste my entire afternoon on stupid stuff instead of my massive amount of homework that I "don't have" [Mom: "How much HW do you have?" Me: "Not a lot." I LIE!!!]. I d/led a bunch of music videos after watching one. It was good, but it didn't make sense. I also made an ass of myself on a yahoo group, which is what bothers me the most. =D (It's also the reason I went to bed so late last night. Damn you, Yahoo! *shakes fist* ><) AND I got a new cell phone that I'm upset about... because it's new. It's really frustrating me right now, and I don't like it. >_<

And guess what goddamn song I have in my head from one of the music videos. "Mr. Brightside." Oh God. I mean, it's a decent song, but not something good enough to get stuck in your head.

It's ironic though, because Dan Radcliffe likes The Killers a lot, and all the music videos were fan stuff for Harry Potter.

Are The Killers really "punk rock?" They just sound like pop to me. Pop punk rock maybe? O.o Eh - what do I know about music, anyway; my sense of "punk," and all other forms of music is skewed based on the Japanese I listen to.

Hey, maybe if I listen to some J-Rock, I'll get that song stuck out of my head. It's worth a shot.

I'm never going to get through my homework. Urgh. I better jet. Later.
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Thursday, December 29, 2005

I'M GOING CRAZY! (oh, and
I'm going CRAZY. I'm stuck at my cousin's house in Massachusettes, and I went shopping with my insane autn and mother for four hours. I thought we were only going to be there for a little while, but NOOOOO, we stayed at the goddamn mall for FOUR HOURS. I wanted to kill them. I still do.

I like going to Massachusettes ebcause it's a change of scenery. I hate everything else, and I ALWAYS have a horrible time.

I'm not having a good year at school at all, and I feel like I'm a lot more angry and cynical about everything. And that's why I'm especially not having a good time here. It's killing me.

I've already predicted that I'm going to have a nervous breakdown sometime this school year. I bet you. :/

As soon as I got home from the mall, I jammed Hamasaki-san in my CD player (my friend's Dad bought it for me in Japan - AWESOMENESS ^_^), to escape from this horrible time I'm having.

Unfortunately the CD's almost done. *sad* Oh well. I still have two PuffyAmiYumi CDs (I liked them before that TV show. They're so funky. ^^), and I've got the .hack//SIGN OST 1, and I've got Coldplay.

I wish I had L'arc~en~ciel, though. I WANT THEIR ALBUMS [currently I want Awake from Tofu records]. So maybe soon I will be able to order their CDs from amazon or something. I actually found a way to order online without using a credit card, so that's cool. ^_^

(To order TomTom's present, which was the FLCL OST 1, I used my Barnes & Noble gift card, and then spent however much I spent on him at the actual store. So, you see, if I buy gift cards from there, and borders, I can use them myself, and order Laruku CDs w/o having to beg my mom to use her credit card. WAH. UBER. LARUKU HERE I COME!!!!!)

*dances* man, I hate my life. >_> Ah well. I love Laruku and Hamasaki and Asian Kung Fu, and and Undo, and and YAY!!!! J-ROCK FOR LIFE! ^____^ *hops away MADLY*
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Wednesday, December 14, 2005

Knife, and other strange spellings
Urgh. I hate my life. I honestly hate it. I have so much work this year, and I feel like an idiot for some of the things I've done, and there's people I don't want to see that I have to continually see at school, and teachers I despise with a passion, and laziness, and more schoolwork.

And there's a lot more. And it's so hard to deal with it all that I feel like I've just completely shut myself down. I feel like I've completely stopped feeling normal emotions just so that I won't feel the fullness of the stress that I normally would.

Forget it. I'll talk to someone later, and go on to something else now.


Two minutes before school ended, the fire alarm went off. It was, of course, due to the construction on our school. There's been construction since the year before my freshman year of 2003-2004, and the bells will always go off, but they usually tell the people in the building. This time they didn't. All the teachers were freaking out and stuff, and wouldn't let anyone in the building. I tried to go back in to get my coat and stuff so I could leave (the whole thing lasted like... 10 minutes!) but someone caught me, and started SHRIEKING at me to get outside, so I ran away from them and went outside. What a cranky bitch.

My friend's locker was on the way out, but teachers were shrieking at her too, so she had to go outside in the below freezing weather in a T-shirt! It was only when another teacher felt sorry and concerned about her getting a cold, that she let my friend go back inside the "burning building" to get her coat, and by then, the principal had made an announcement about it all.

Outside the second time, I saw a bunch of boys banging on the door. On the other side was our assistant principal that used to be a guidance counselor at the middle school, and my mom knows him, so he knows me. So I went over to the boys and asked him to open up. Sure enough he did. And then I asked him what the cause was, and he said it was just construction and stuff.

The whole thing was absolutely fucking retarded. RETARDED. And a waste of my time. They honestly need to tell everyone when they're working on the fire alarms because they've done this before, and it's starting to piss me off.

The rest of my day was fine because I went on a field trip to Drew University in Madison, NJ for a social studies thing. (We met with a professor/expert on Woodrow WIlson, and we discussed a bunch of documents he had given to us, through our teachers, to read.) So a bad ending to a good day.
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Saturday, December 3, 2005

I've grown, I think
Urgh. I have so much shit in my life right now. I just want to escape it all sometimes and live a life in front of my computer, and do absolutely nothing else. I just want to crawl in a cave and not come out. >_>

I feel like everything I'm dealing with is almost just like... something "else" I have to do. To shove somewhere and compartmentalize, even though it's not just stuff like that.

Eh. I don't know where I'm going with this. I was gonna be open, but no, I decided I'm not. :/

Anyway, here's the lyrics to the song Spike Spike sent me a while ago [I have it saved, am listening to it now. It's a good song. :)]:

Five Hundred Twenty-Five Thousand
Six Hundred Minutes
Five Hundred Twenty-Five Thousand
Moments So Dear
Five Hundred Twenty-Five Thousand
Six Hundred Minutes
How Do You Measure - Measure A Year?
In Daylights - In Sunsets
In Midnights - In Cups Of Coffee
In Inches - In Miles
In Laughter - In Strife

In - Five Hundred Twenty-Five Thousand
Six Hundred Minutes
How Do You Measure
A Year In The Life

How About Loooooooove?
How About Loooooooove?
How About Loooooooove?
Measure In Love

Seasons Of Love
Seasons Of Love

Five Hundred Twenty-Five Thousand
Six Hundred Minutes
Five Hundred Twenty-Five Thousand
Journeys To Plan

Five Hundred Twenty-Five Thousand
Six Hundred Minutes
How Do You Measure The Life
Of A Woman Or A Man?

In Truths That She Learned
Or In Times That He Cried
In Bridges He Burned
Or The Way That She Died

It's Time Now - To Sing Out
Though The Story Never Ends
Let's Celebrate
Remember A Year In The Life Of Friends

Remember The Loooooooove
Remember The Loooooooove
Remember The Loooooooove
Measure In Love
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Sunday, November 20, 2005

Busy as a bee
Yeah. I'm in my junior year of high school, and yes, it is REALLY busy.

I don't have a lot of time to go online, except on weekends, and then I usually read fanfiction and stuff. So... yeah. I just wanted to let you know that I'm really busy, and as much as I'd like to post on OB, and as much as I'd like to comment on everyone's myO all the time, it's not happening because I'm so damn busy. Sorry 'bout that.

Other than that, this year is fine.

I saw Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire the other day. It was alright. Even though most of it wasn't like the book, I can understand why they did what they did - time. Time time time. And I thought most of it was alright. The two thing that really made me scream were:

-The Barty Crouch thing. It was really hard to understand if you hadn't read the book. My friend who hadn't read the book didn't understand it, so I had to explain the whole Barty Crouch thing.
-The end. OMG that ending SUCKED SHIT. Where the hell was the meeting in Dumbledore's office?!? WHERE WAS SIRIUS?!?!?! *CRIES* I didn't even mind the scene with Durmstrang and Beauxbatons, but by god, they MISSED about a MILLION scenes. And Harry didn't get a chance to discover that Snape is working for the light! *cries* I LOVE SNAPE!!


And, I have a couple other minor gripes, but those two really really annoyed me. -.-;

But it was an alright, pretty good movie. I heart Dan Radcliffe, and I heart ALAN RICKMAN. I LOVE MR. RICKMAN!!!!!!!!!!! ^_________^ (GYAH HE'S SO HOT!)
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