Sunday, June 25, 2006

Howdy!

I'm having fun today! I decided to go for a change and found out how to do more stuff! But, please Shishou could you please show me how to put music on that isn't in that corner box thingy. (And isn't a midi file.) Thanky!!!! ************** AT THE MOVIES **************** Okay, for the first time I have been able to see three movies at the theaters since I've gotten a puppy. Last weekend I saw Fast and the Furious with my dad. This weekend I saw Click and RV with my mom. Here are the three quotes that I've pulled from those movies and put into my life. THE FAST AND THE FURIOUS 3: TOKYO DRIFT "Ready!... Setuu!... GO!" CLICK "Prince HubbaBubba." "Prince Habooba! Hubba Bubba is gum! I am not gum!" RV "Kids get out the paint guns, maybe that'll get their attention." "They've got guns!!!!" ************ AT THE LIBRARY ************* Two days ago I went to the library, Akuzmi can account for that because we were on the phone when I went in. But that's not the point. Once I was in there I started getting hit on by this weird probably fourteen year old kid who thought that I was strange for a.) reading b.) volantarily and c.) reading something as "interesting" as Fruits Basket. This kid first came up to me and this is how it went. "Ummm... What's your name?" He totally asked it like he knew me from somewhere. Which wasn't true. I replied with the obvious, "Mitsuki." No I'm just playing! REWIND. I replied with the obvious, "Ceres." He nodded like he knew it all along. "How tall are you?" I replied with the truth, semily. I may have grown since the last time I was measured. "5 foot 9." "5 foot 9." he mumbled walking off to the other side of the room. Now note that the teen section in this library (where they used to keep the mangas in about 8 by 5... feet) I was by the window looking a.) out the window at the awesome storm that was brewing that would later attempt to wash my car down a hill and b.) at the Nancy Drew/ Hardy Boy mysteries with both the detective groups because the summer does not truly start until I read a full one of those books. Which I was eventually too freaked out by this dude to look at anymore. Anywho. He was on the other side looking at the Gossip Girls novels (totally a sex book) and making a giant fool of himself. I attempted to look interested in the books, having been looking at the same Nancy Drew Hardy Boy mystery for the past five minutes and trying to pretend he wasn't there when I lost circulation to my feet. (I had been sitting Japanese style on the floor looking at these books 20 minutes prior to his arrival and he just freaked me uot to much that my circulation wasn't working well). I stood and that's when he pounced again, breaking the blissful silence. "What types of books do you read?" he asked. "Anything really," I said trying to avoid looking at the terrible Clueless books that were nothing like the series. "Do you read alot?" he asked. "Yeah, I do." I said, now moving over to the area that was a good three feet away from him and right in front of the Meg Cabot books, hoping beyond all hope that one book will jump out at me so I don't have to suffer any longer. But it didn't. "I don't read that much." he admitted. 'Then why are you in a library?' my head urged me to ask. But truth be told, I don't go to the library to pick up younger, shorter men, I go for books. Plus, I'm totally happy with my non-existant boyfriend that's a weird mixture of Kurama, Hiei, Hikaru, Karou, Yuki, and the Mabudachi Trio. Did I dare to? Yes I did! I walked by him, my books a good five inches away from my boobs. (YES I SAID IT!! BOOBS!!!) He probably stowed a look at them and then tried to play it off. I went to the shelf of new books trying to find something, anything I hadn't read or bought before. Nothing. Why I didn't go then? I don't know. I was right in the doorway and only inches away from a book that I knew I could get and not feel upset about reading again. But I didn't. He said something again, "Can I see your books?" Interesting request, maybe he's an anime fan? If he were I would have talked to him longer, I wouldn't be so freaked out. I wouldn't been on the brink of peeing on my rip away sweat pants from basketball. "Sure," I held my handful of books over towards him. Three volumes of Tokyo Boys and Girls (Volumes 1-3), Volume 13 of Fruits Basket, Volume 4 of PreTear, and some random book that I had picked out in hopes of him leaving. He pulled the Fruits Basket one out of my hands. 'Oh please let him give it back to me once he's finished! I saw it first and my mom won't let me buy anymore manga so I need to get it here. I'm just dying to know what happens in this volume!' He read the back and I pretended to be paying attention to the new books in front of me. "Interesting," he said, handing the book back to me. Disinterest and disgust was evident in his voice. I stood there for a moment longer, pretending to look at the books one final time and took a glance over at him. He kept looking back at me and puling out books with no plan in mind. He kept on dropping them too, I felt bad for Fran (as we'll call her), she used to go to my school, graduated two years ago and is now working at the library. She'd have to pick up all those books. Finally I decided to leave. I walked out of the tiny room, looked on the revolving shelves for S.E Hinton's The Outsiders and went to find my mom who spent the rest of a good 15 minutes looking at puppy books and telling me to look at the "How to Cook Japanese" books, in hope that I won't totally destroy the onigiri and omelettes for dinner again. I did, but frantically kept looking over my shoulder. That guy freaked me out beyond all freaking out. Never again! I tell ya. ************ IN THE LIVING ROOM ************* Okay, so earlier today I bought a cork board! I'm so happy! (I'm easily excited okay!) but it was a plain old wooden one, so while I'm watching ABC Family's Grease Saturday (Grease adn Greas 2 back to back) I customized it. It's so awesome! I just can't wait to put it up in my room! I have to figure out where I'll put my new Japanese artwork, but that's doesn't matter. Now I have somewhere to put my post-its. *************** MUSIC ****************** Okay, so tonight I'm putting songs from the Fast and the Furious 3 soundtrack onto my iPod. And everywhere I go I have the song "Tenth Avenue Freeze Out" stuck in my head. *************** Anime ********************* No anime today,I have to figure out what's up with Netflix ***************** REMEMBERING **************** Okay, so my crazy aunt called me today and she's like "Kippei," that's what she calls me... and that's a boys name, but I love it all the same "Do you remember Sunshine?" Name was changed for protective reasons. "No," I replied. She kept on forcing me to remember this person and then she puts this person on the phone and this person doesn't remember me!!!! So finally she starts talking to her son, let's call him Eichi, just cuz I feel like it. And he's like I don't remember Ceres. Even though he was so happy to see me the last time I saw him, last week!!! I think my family's having trouble remembering today! *********** QUESTION **************** What's your favorite European country? I personally like three countries. Greece because if you "tell me a word I'll tell you that's it's origin is Greek". Italy, you can't hate a place that's shaped like a knee-high high-heeled boot! I love those boots! and Spain, because that's where my best bud and big sis Larix lives! Okay she was my exchange student, but all of the Spanish exchange students called their host families their families. I was her little sis by four months, my mom was her mom, and my dad was her dad. Her dad is my dad, her mom's my mom and her brother's my brother and has my birthday. For my birthday he told me happy birthday, as well as the whole family and Mommy Garcia sent me an email, granted it was in Spanglish, it was the feeling that counts. ***************** QUOTE OF THE NIGHT ************ It's a really long quote so I'll cliff note it for you, or maybe not. We'll see. It's called "Everyone is Free (to wear Sunscreen)" If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience. I will dispense this advice now. Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth.Don't put up with people who are reckless with yours. Floss. Don't waste your time on jealousy. Sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind. The race is long and, in the end, it's only with yourself. Remember compliments you receive. Forget the insults. If you succeed in doing this, tell me how. Keep your old love letters. Throw away your old bank statements. Stretch. Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life. The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives. Some of the most interesting 40-year-olds I know still don't. Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to your knees. You'll miss them when they're gone. Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll divorce at 40, maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary. Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much, or berate yourself either. Your choices are half chance. So are everybody else's. Enjoy your body. Use it every way you can. Don't be afraid of it or of what other people think of it. It's the greatest instrument you'll ever own. Dance, even if you have nowhere to do it but your living room. Read the directions, even if you don't follow them. Do not read beauty magazines. They will only make you feel ugly. Get to know your parents. You never know when they'll be gone for good. Be nice to your siblings. They're your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future. Understand that friends come and go, but with a precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle, because the older you get, the more you need the people who knew you when you were young. Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard. Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft. Travel. Accept certain inalienable truths: Prices will rise. Politicians will philander. You, too, will get old. And when you do, you'll fantasize that when you were young prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders. Respect your elders. Don't expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund. Maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse. But you never know when either one might run out. Don't mess too much with your hair or by the time you're 40 it will look 85. Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia. Dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it's worth. But trust me on the sunscreen. ********** VIDEO OF THE DAY ****************** "Reproduction" from Grease 2. Good clean fun, almost.

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