Monday, February 20, 2006

Yay! We've picked an exchange student to host! Her name is Yukie Mukasa, and she is the ame age as me. She'll be coming in August. I'm so excited! ^__^ I hope she'll be okay at Einstein, or as it's known locally, Crimestein. -_- Then again, Good Counsel has also been nicknamed Hood Counsel, and I like it just fine. Ah well, I'll just keep hoping for the best.
It's a little depressing that her English kicks my Japanese's ass. Hopefully she can teach me some though, because she's interested in linguistics. Yay.
Now I have to do a very large history assignment in less than nine hours. Wish me luck!
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Sunday, February 19, 2006

*phew* I was worried that post wouldn't go through; MyO was being wonky.
So. Katsucon. Yes. Wow. That was fun. ^_^ First off, what I bought: FMA movie poster, shirtless Ed figurine (a growing collection of Eds! yay!), Hellsing poster, some funny pins, a personal sweat drop, and a kitty bell on a ribbon. Less than usual because I had to do things such as eat and ride the Metro with only about $70 total.
I went with Jenny, and we met up with Stephanie there, but she got weirded out and went home (we're not that scary, are we? ;_;). I also found my friends John and Raisa, and someone I know from Gaia. Jenny and I had fun eating lunch at Chipotle, where there was a bar table up against the front window. We started to wave at people and keep track of who waved back; some people got really into it and stood thee waving for about three minutes, and others just gave us confused looks as if to say, "...Do I know you? You don't look familiar, but you're waving..." After 13 waves (and 9 wave-backs) we took to piece of cardboard out of my calender and made a sign that said "WAVE BACK, DAMMIT!" with an angry vein. We only had to use it four times--but once it didn't work!
There were lots of nice comments on my costume that made me feel pretty. ^_^ There were a few really impressive costumes there, but for the most part everything was subdued comapred to Otakon. I guess when you're in D.C. it's not really a good idea to walk around in a giant Pocky box costume. We got one good picture of a pair, Haku and Zabuza, and Haku was on a bright pink leash.
Artist's Alley was tons of fun. I found Studio Tavicat and got them to sign the first volume of Shutterbox, yay! There were also plenty of interesting people selling odd things like vibrating hamsters with removable wings (they were so cute!).
The Metro ride on the way there took ages... They had single-tacked the line for maintenance. But when we got to the station, there was a pair of humongous escalators that went waaaayyy up, like the one in Bethesda only there were two of them. So to entertain ourselves on the long ride up, we watched the people walking by in costumes and then broke into a loud chorus of Ready Steady Go. At the registration counter, the lady looked over my parental permission form (for people under 18 attending without their parents) and said, "You are over twelve, right?" I almost cried. T_T (Today in Red Lobster the hostess asked if I wanted a kid's menu. Chibi ja nai! I was only wearing my Shigure hat with the ears, does that make me a little kid? My head was cold! *grumble grumble*)
Oh, and I met a furry. Umm, yeah. He was a little scary. >.< He smelled funny, too. He was about my age and was there with his parents. And I think he liked me. Damn.
And just for the record: IT WAS FREEZING YESTERDAY! JESUS CHRIST AND EDWARD ELRIC! GAH! I could've DIED! XO
That's all. *salutes*
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Friday, February 17, 2006

SIC Day III: Tory! Yay!
Sorry, sorry. Last night I was pretty busy making plans for Katsucon. I'm so excited! So, just to wrap things up, I'll do the character I had planned for today.
This character is the one closest to the real me. I even kept her first name the same, and we look alike and everything. ^_^ So here are the specs: 5'3", 125 lbs, long brown curly hair, pale skin, brown eyes, glasses. Basically, me.
She was born and raised in a tribal, though sophisticated, village in the mountains (if I knew FMA geography I would place it properly >.<) called Kagran, which has an art-based culture. The village produces famous works of art--paintings, drawings, pottery, all kinds--and sells them to passing merchants in exchange for the majority of the local food supply (tha land is too rocky to use for farming and too sparse for hunting or foraging). She grew up here being taught how to draw, and became enthralled with it. At 18 (I'm conveniently ignoring the FMA timeline as well so that Ed is 19 at this point...it's my head, I can do whatever I want with it), she set out from Kagran to practice her drawing skills and sell her art in the hopes of becoming famous.
She has an adopted older brother named Raphael (I like that name a lot), who is very tall and has long red hair. He came from the neighboring rival tribe Grena, as is evident in his genetics, and was left in the village square of Kagran when he was a baby. While some of the villagers viewed him as a threat, Tory's parents decided to raise him. Her mother was pregnant with her at the time. Rafi is...well...flamingly gay, but it's okay because it's accepted in the culture of Kagran. Eh-heh. Later on he ends up with a nice, sexy Kagrean boy named Aaron.
So here's the big story. A short while after Tory and Ed get together (the story behind that is not very interesting at all except to me :3), they decide to go together to visit Tory's parents back in the village. They ride up by train, and after the visit (which also is not of public interest, and involves Raphael molesting poor, innocent Ed), during which Tory drew a particularly good sketch of Ed, they're standing on the platform waiting for the train to come. A bit of a wind has started up, and is threatening to blow the sketches from Tory's hand (it's getting kind of surreal, writing about someone else who has my name and kind of is me >.o). It eventually does, just as the train comes into view. Tory, being a lot like me, doesn't consider the train coming and flings herself into the tracks to try to retrieve the sketches. She's just got them when the train is about to hit--but Ed pulls her to safety. Phew. Or not. Tory, oh-so-bright Tory, had her right hand stretched out to grab the papers, and it was still in the path of the braking train. Not only does Tory not get her precious sketches back, but her hand is crushed between the wheels of the train and the rails. She passes out from the pain and blood loss, and when she awakens, she's in the hospital with an amputated hand, gone from a bit above the wrist. But Tory is right-handed! How will she ever draw again? Well... Winry is sweet enough to design her an automail hand articulated enough for the fine motions of sketching and painting. It takes a couple of months before Tory's used to the automail enough to draw with anywhere near the same skill she had before, but she can make a living again.
But then tragedy strikes again. Even though there is quite enough blood-vomiting in FMA already, Tory starts doing it too. It's a fad, yay. Well, obviously this is a problem that requires medical attention. It turns out that all along Tory's known this would be happening soon; she had vomited blood on a few occasions before. Here's the dealio--she was born with an unusually weak stomach lining, and her stomach acid had been slowly but steadily eating away at it. Now it had gotten to the point where the speed at which it was consuming her stomach was much faster, and fairly soon it would break through and start destroying her other organs. (Aren't I just great at coming up with original medical problems? It's because I don't know much about real ones, and they aren't really interesting enough anyway.) So, basically, she's going to die in a short period of time, very painfully. So she's put into the hospital again and put on pain medication and spends her days sleeping, puking, feeling miserable, and occasionally passing out. It steadily gets worse, and then she dies. It's all very sad. I really don't know why i made her die. I'm just a drama queen, I suppose.
There it is. All you ever needed to know about my self-insert characters, except for Kami-chan who I was going to do yesterday, but he's not really all that...understandable. There are many other side stories to the one above that are being toyed with--a rival for Tory's affections, conflicts caused by her automail hand, the death of her brother in an attack by the rival clan. Nothing concrete though.
This session has satisfied my need to be verbose. Thank you all for your time. ^_^ I'll never do it again, I promise. At least, not self-inserts. I might jabber at you about my fiction projects though...I like them a lot. They're my children. Yee. So anyway...KATSUCON TOMORROW. YAYS ON A STICK. And next weekend my green belt exam, meep. See you later, with con-related news.
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Thursday, February 16, 2006

Lisa's a toeless wonder! (Not really)
Ack! The AFS applicants are finally coming in and we've already got 4 to choose from, and I like one of them. I can't wait for August when whoever we pick will come. ^_^
I will post the bio later. Right now I have a headache. Just wanted to share the exciting news with you all. *downs bottle or two of Ibuprofen*
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Wednesday, February 15, 2006

SIC Day II: Tachimako
Only sound... Hedgehog.
Okay. I'm a little pressed for time today (got a paper to write), so I'll do an easy, short one. Tachimako is a wolf demon and fits into, surprise, Inuyasha. The show, I mean; Sesshoumaru is the one I'm after here. ^_^ Tachimako is uncharacteristically female. She's quiet, and vengeful, because her brother was killed and she misses him terribly and wears a necklace with one of his teeth on it. She no longer has a pack, as they were all killed or split up the same day her brother died, so she roams rather defenseless through the wilderness until she bumps into Sesshoumaru, who, being a bit of an ass, almost kills her. But she worms her way out of it and instead is indentured to him as a sort of attendant (think Jaken, only less annoying). So she cleans stuff for him, carries things, tends to his dragon, and all that good stuff. And then fun things happen. Every time I think if it it's different though, so there isn't any one event to put down here.
Sorry it was so rushed. I hate homework. Agh.
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Tuesday, February 14, 2006

SIC Day I: Meira
It's hard to stay focused... I so wish to post a scathing rant about the offenses against grammar and style committed by a country song I heard on the radio, but no. I must restrain myself.
Ahem. Meira. One of my slightly older characters. He very well represents most of my self-inserts: male, femmy, sweet, dependent, stubborn. Meira began as my way of getting to Nanba (of Hana Kimi--very good shoujo series, I recommend it). Sure, the doctor is hot and is actually a gay character, but Meira is not his type at all. And Nanba is more fun, more of a challenge. And he reminds me of Hyde. *heart*
Meira is a bit short (of course), with dusty dark brown hair that at one point was down past his waist and worn braided, and later on he gets it cut to a cute little bob with long bangs curled inward at the ends (I would stick a picture in here but my scanner's covered in crap and I'm lazy). He has dark blue eyes, even though he's Japanese. He's sepsal like that.
Meira's cousin Ranka (taller then Meira and three years older, longish, reddish hair, more athletic) lived in America because his parents died (how? Doesn't matter yet, so I don't know) and no one in the family was able to take custody, so he was adopted by some American folks when he was six or seven. His foster family then had to move, and ended up in Alabama, where the family became highly devoted and conservative Christians (like the rest of the town). While at the local high school, Ranka realized that *gasp* he was gay and had a crush on one of his friends, and he got a lot of crap for it. But he's a tough guy and can hold his own, and he didn't let it bother him, so eventually the threats died down to a minimum, as often happens when the one being threatened could easily beat up the ones threatening. Then Meira and his parents thought, Maybe I/Meira could go and stay with Ranka for a year as an exchange student! So he did. Unfortunately, poor Meira, being so femmy, got picked on a lot and depended on Ranka for support and protection. When the year was finally over the two were best friends and Meira felt a tad more self-confident.
Finally, here is where Meira meets Nanba. They bump into each other on the street, and Nanba just happens to be wearing his school uniform (errands, they catch you by surprise >.o)... So dear Meira is able to track him down. And from then on he just follows Nanba everywhere, annoying him and Nakao muchly so. But Meira's a persistent little bugger, and by the time the two of them are out of high school he has Nanba wrapped around his little finger, and they move in together. Unfortunately, what Meira doesn't know is that Nanba is dating women behind his back. When Meira finds out, they get into a fight and Meira runs off feeling completely rejected. He's on his way to commit suicide by jumping in front of a train *gasp*, but ends up unsure and stops in a bar to get a drink first (not an alcoholic one, though). Guess who's there in the bar... Ono, from Antique Bakery! I loved this guy too much to not give him a little part in all this. He's just too irresistable. Anyway, "Yue" manages to pick Meira up on the rebound (poor Mei was very lonely) and after a night together, as Ono goes to leave, he gives Meira the words of self-confidence he needs to move on and enjoy his life. After this the experience is not repeated (Mei wasn't really Ono's type, after all... he just felt sorry for the poor little guy), but Meira becomes a bit of a player himself. He gets a haircut, and goes from long braid to short bob, and starts dating guys and even having more one-night stands. One fateful day, though, Meira is working the cashier at the clothing store where he...works, and who should enter the establishment but Nanba! There is a tearful reunion, many apologies are exchanged, and Meira deserts his nightlife and goes back to his happy existence with his beloved--but not before thanking Ono with a drink, of course.
While all this is happening, or rather way back during their school years, Ranka comes to visit Meira after he graduates and ends up with Umeda. Probably not permanently, but whatever. Not every romance has to be ever-after, does it?
*deep breath* Yeah, most of the stories are that long. But it gives me something to do, and helps me organize my thoughts. I love excercising my imagination and letting it roam the wide open fields. It's fun. I recommend doing it at least once on a daily basis.
Happy V-Day, y'all. Especially Exo. *hug and kiss* Heh, as if I hadn't already lavished an excess of love upon you. Ah well, a little more can't hurt.
Katsucon... *vibrates with excitement*
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Monday, February 13, 2006

I just finished reading a humorous review of HP and the Order of the Phoenix, and that brought it all rushing back...
Rowling makes me mad. I don't think she's a bad person or anything. I'm just mad at her in my selfish little fangirlish way. I adored the books--until decisive things started happening. Cedric made me edgy. Sirius made me sob uncontrollably (I was psychologically damaged for a good week after that, at least), Ginny upset me (since when is she allowed to grow up and be an annoying teenager?), and then Remy, stolen away by that demon-girl... I used to like her too, but not anymore. *growls* Come on, Author-Lady, you're not giving the fanfic writers what they need to surive! Although, honestly speaking, these days I read only maybe three or four different authors that I have surveyed thoroughly and finally approved. I'll say, though, WOW, that Christmas-themed Remy-Siri fic by Miko No Da... Orgasmic, in more than one way. I wish all fics were like that. Just beautiful.

And now that I've rambled around and around that topic for a rather large paragraph, it's news time! Let's see. I'm working a little on my two video game storylines. I sketched up the first page of my potential webcomic, Pixel Dancer. I did a nice watercolor last night. Plans are being made for Katsucon and Otakon. I'm plowing slowly through the tough bits of my stories (In Raya's story, I'm working on getting her to the next meeting with the incubus Shinsa, but even then it's a long road to where I can finally write about Shinsa and Mabrey, which will be my reward after all the tough factual writing to do with demons, herbs, and weapons; in Blue Sky I'm working on orchestrating Sky and Chris's first sex scene...meep o.o). I started writing a story based on my personal FMA "fantasies"--about my self-insert character and her family and village and her various plights. I should write about her some time. It seems like when I get to composing self-insert scenes I spend more time on my characters than on their interactions with the original ones. Writer's instinct, I guess. ^_^U I have fun writing their stories though. Idea!: Each day this week I'll write a post about a different self-insert character. That should keep the updates steady and maybe even interesting. I might also include a few real narrative scenes instead of just facts and bios.

Oy, this post is long enough already. Other, more important news I need to get out: My beloved monitor's on the fritz. I finally got the exam registration forms for my green belt exam in karate *excitement*. There was a snow day today so there was no school. There is tomorrow though, so I'm off to bed. Night!
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Sunday, February 12, 2006

All I wanted was a freaking cookie
So I get a craving for chocolate chip cookies. And I think, Good thing we bought some the other night! So I go looking for them. ...And can't find them. Then I remember the carrot cake we had a while ago. Also gone. Turns out these things were eaten by my poarents, who are on a diet. I just lost all sympathy for fat people. So you say you can't get up the stairs anymore? Throwing your back out all the time? Know why? 'CUZ YOU ATE MY GODDAMNED COOKIES!

And last night around 1:30 the power went out. My mom called the power company, and they said someone had been sent out and the power should be back within 2 hours. So I decided to try and read or play GBA or something to chill while I waited for it to come back on (I wasn't at all tired). I waited. I read a boring book. I lost to Lorelei of the Elite Four. I tore up the house looking for Pokemon Red because I figured, Hey, I've got nothing else to do, I might as well train and get the boring part of Pokemon over with. I waited. I eventually cried myself to sleep because of boredom. I woke up at 9. The power had come on a half hour before. It took SEVEN HOURS for them to get our power back, as opposed to their optimistic little two. If you need seven hours to restore power, say so, man, and don't disappoint me like that. Jeez.
KATSUCON IS NEXT WEEK OMG I'M SO EXCITED ROFL LMFAO HACK CHOKE DIE
>_> Yah. I am awaiting it with eager anticipation. And that was an extremely redundant sentence.
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Saturday, February 11, 2006

*pant pant* ARGH!
We just got a new elliptical trainer, and it is rather fun. (By the way, I was about to post a happy little thing about endorphin rushes, but then my monitor decided to be an ass and blink out for no fucking reason, so I had to bring my mom's down from upstairs and hook it up, after running a mile on the trainer, while I'm on the first day of my period. In case you don't know from experience, that makes one feel really, really shitty. I actually almost fainted when I stood up.)

In happier news (in other words, trying to look on the bright side), it's snowing. A lot. It's exciting. Right now though I kind of want to run out there and lie in the snow, get hypothermia, and die. But I won't, because I don't really want to get out of my chair.

I HATE mood swings. And cramps, and general soreness, and itchy hair, and the feeling that I'm going tp puke from stomach pain. That does it, once I'm allowed to I'm having my lower womany bits removed so I NEVER HAVE TO DEAL WITH THIS AGAIN. And I do not want kids. Monk almost had me convinced last night, but then we watched AFHV and I was reminded that that cuteness is all just an act. Motherhood is a thankless job. First they're babies and can't do anything on their own, including doing nice things for you. Then they're rude toddlers and small children, then they're rebellious, hormonal teens, then stupid 19-29 year-olds. Then they turn 30 and hate you because they ask for advice from you and don't get exactly the answer they wanted to hear. Then they turn 45, and you're old and decrepit and they don't have the time to take care of you so they jam you into a nursing home and visit you once a year until you die and they say things at your funeral like, "She was a loving mother, and I'm sure she's in a better place now," instead of, "I don't know what I'll do without her; she gave me life and helped me keep it; she performed the selfless task of putting up with me for no reward except my determined separation from her." All in all? Not worth it. Unless you're one of those one-in-a-trillion mom's who gets a sweet kid who takes care of you when you're old and listens to you when they're young.

Am I in a bad mood? Right now, yes. But I'll bet you a nickel (it's all I can spare with Katsucon next weekend--anybody else going?) that in ten minutes or so I'll be bouncing around the house singing Pillows songs. I said it before and I'll say it again: I HATE mood swings.
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Friday, February 3, 2006

Well, at Anime Club today I exploded. I won't say much about it because I don't really want the details of my pissed-off-ness to be memorialized in any way. I've been PMSing all day though (at least that's what I assume it is). I left AC early because they were watching Fushigi Yuugi dubbed, which not only have I seen beofre--3 times--but, if you have ever watched FY dubbed...You'll know. You come out of the first ten minutes wanting to shoot Miaka in the face.
*sigh* It's been a rough day. It might seem a little selfish to complain when I've been screaming at everyone, but being angry really doesn't feel good. It feels miserable and it wears me out. I just want to curl up and take a nap, but my mind is too worked up. Bleh.
The good news: It's Friday, I'm having a party on Sunday (Bleack Hearts, for people without Valentines) and FMA on Saturday. And I have online friends whom I haven't alienated yet. That's good.
And even though she can't read this, Stephanie, you're the best friend I've got right now. Even when I was a fuming mess you listened to me rant about nothing, and calmed me down at the same time. And you didn't TRY, and that's the important part. Thank you.


All right, so I lied a little bit. I would just like to take a moment and make a
List of Things I Wish People Would Realize About Anime Club:
-This is an ANIME club. We watch ANIME. If you don't like ANIME, or would rather watch live-action, don't come to the ANIME club.
-If you never contribute anything to our pool of watchable animes, don't complain when we watch something you don't like. You can say you didn't like it, but don't be an ass and start insulting it.
-Not everything revolves around you and your tastes. If you don't like it, leave.
-Don't whine for a humorous anime and then complain that it was "stupid" or "pointless" afterwards.
-Just because you've never heard of it does not mean it's bad. You may not believe me when I say this, but no single person possesses the ultimate knowledge of what anime is good and what isn't. Try something new once in a while.
-Let the girls have something entertaining. We can't watch anime full of boobs and guts every single meeting.
-If the dub sucks, don't watch it. And it's not really tha hilarious how the subtitles don't match what the characters are saying. That got old really fast, folks.
-This is amore of a note on yaoi, but anyway-- Don't whine and go "EWW" when two guys kiss. It doesn't make you sound morally correct, it makes you sound like a five-year-old watching Cinderella. Grow up. And if we can watch Love Hina (though I wish we wouldn't), then we can watch Gravitation.
-And lastly, just because I brought it in does not mean it's gay porn. In fact, I have never brought gay porn to a meeting and then made everyone watch it. Once I brought Gravitation, but it was Graci's fault there was nothing else to watch, and I brought in some manga a few times, but even Gravi isn't that explicit.

A note about my feelings for Love Hina: I HATE it. It's retarded. It's not even funny. It's a group of 10-odd girls beating up on one defenseless guy while half-naked. Unoriginal, gratuitous, and monotonous. I mean, it might have been funny if they beat him up once or twice, but no--every minute of every episode. It's boring! And boobs don't naturally come that size on skinny women! Argh!
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