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Friday, September 15, 2006
This evening I watched Neon Genesis Evangalion DVD 6...boy oh boy those 3 episodes in there were awesome, though they left me full of more questions than answers as usual. I swear, as soon as I finish the series, I will track down a source that will help me understand in small part what the heck goes in this series. That, or a nice long chat with Blue eyes, either one.
I also spent an exorbitant amount of time watching music videos....Michael Jackson ones to be exact...and I liked them! I had never seen the mini film Thriller, so I tracked that down, and that led to Beat It, then to Jam, etc. He may be a freak, but he's a great dancing freak. He is really is a limber guy.
On a funny note, in the music video Jam, Micheal Jordan made an appearance...at one time Jackson was trying to teach him the moonwalk! LOL! *note the use of the word 'trying.'
That alone made my evening worthwhile.
Welp, its now 12:30 am, so I really should be in bed. I have 2 hours of spanish 2 lab (one is a make up hour) followed by a appointment with a school counselor to see how close I am to graduation.
P.S. I'll post the story chapter next post.
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Wednesday, September 13, 2006
I'll give you a brief synopsis of my day. The air quality here in california isn't that spectacular, especially since I live in a valley, and smog and whatnot stay there.
There is a fire in going in the mountains, and its been hard to even get there to put it out. Thanks to that, the air has a wonderful smokey aroma. Headaches are a common thing to hear fellow students complaining about, and I am no exception. Thanks to the stupid headache, I could not focus in spanish class and had a little cry after class, since I was so slow at all the exercises the teacher gave us. That is not my habit.
Photography was fun though. It always is. Come time for history class I was sleepy and more than ready for home.
A big plus: my sister trimmed my mop of hair, so it feels so nice and light....
Okay, rant over.
Those of you who want me to post the 4th chapter of my animaniacs story, let me know in your comments.
Not much else I can talk about now (or can think of), so I'll leave you with a question of the day.
Q: What is one activity you love but never get to do?
My answer: dancing.
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Sunday, September 10, 2006
Tomorrow morning we have a photography job, so getting the equipment ready has been about the only highlight of my day. The only other noteworthy thing I did was complete chapter 4 of my Animaniacs story and published it on ff.net.
There is a tidbit in THE WEEK magazine (a magazine I love to read) that I have to post. It is a bit graphic...you'll see why when you read it.
Good week for:
Teaching Civic Responsibility: after toy makers Mattel unveiled Tanner, Barbies new pet dog. Tanner can be fed little brown plastic "buscuits," which he then defecates, so that Barbie can scoop them up using her new, magnetic pooper-scooper.
my thoughts: ew. yuck. what was Mattel thinking?! There are far better ways to teach a kid to take care of their pet.
I am so glad my barbie collecting days are long gone.
Hows about those Giants? (I don't know how many of you will get that joke). Anywho, I don't want to end this post on a rather sour ending, so here is a nice quote that will get stuck in your head and make you think, from the same magazine.
"We are what we pretend to be. So we must be careful waht we pretend to be."
--Kurt Vonnegut, quoted in the Nation
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Thursday, September 7, 2006
I can't be on long...we have people coming over for a meeting in 15 minutes, but hey, its enough time to check my site.
Yesterday a dvd from netflix came in the mail...I ordered the first episodes of Tailspin, a disney show animated in 1990. And several of my favorite voice actors are in it and I didn't know...Rob Paulsen and Jim Cummings to be exact. *dances victory dance* Charlie Adler is in it too, but I haven't watched all the episodes on the dvd yet.
Ok, now that I got that out of my system...
School is going great. My only annoyance is how long the chapters of my main history book are. It's just long enough to make me want to read something else. Like manga. ^_^
Film class is fun, and its going to be an awesome class, made even better fun a great teacher.
Welp, I should be going now. Ciao.
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Sunday, September 3, 2006
After two days of not being able to get here, I am here. Something is going on with our internet connection I think...
anywho, my cousins came over for 2 nights. We had a blast! Only 2 out of 3 cousins came though...the oldest one, Myles, stayed with friends, while his sisters came. They actually scared our dogs when they first met them, if you can believe it. barked so loudly the girls were a little frightened. but after a little petting and apologies, they were good friends.
Of little importance, I went to the mall yesterday with my brother. See, he had to exchange a sweater at a clothing store, Buckle. Tip: if there is one in your area, don't go there. It is mucho expensive! Anywho, he spent at least 2 hours there, possibly 2.5 hours deciding if he wanted jeans, a shirt, or the same sweater. I stuck around the whole time, thinking how odd it was that me, the girl, typeset as a shopaholic, was waiting for her brother to make a darn decision.
He was nice and let me pick out a manga for me afterwards, as a reward. I chose Yugioh Millenium arc volume 4, the one I wanted to buy last month. *grins idiotically* It is so good! Again, I don't know who to root for, the good guys or the bad guys.
Welp, its time to hit the books...textbooks that is. I don't want to, but if I want to know what is on the history quiz on wednesday, it would be wise to. Plus I have pictures to take, so that will be more fun.
Question of the day: When you hear certain words, do you associate them with certain meanings? for example: the word MONK. Two meanings come to mind: 1) Miroku the lech, and 2) the tv show Monk. Thank you, media. :)
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Friday, September 1, 2006
Thank God it's Friday!
Good news! My cousins could be moving down fairly soon, cause their house is now in escro (if you don't know what that means, look it up--I was never explained the term).
And....my cousins are gonna stay for the weekend! *dances in joy* we're gonna have so much fun!
Response to comments:
blue eyes: I think (don't take this for absolute) its an american slang for giving news or gossip i.e. do you have the 411 on Josh and Nancy? (sounds weird, ne?)
tiggerola: yes, my magic/ritual/religion class is very informative. ^_^
Shishu-dono: ah, yes, I remember well them cheating computer players in Mario Kart. I understand you now.
And for those of you eagerly awaiting the news story I promised you....you'll have to settle for a paraphrased version, k?
My butched up summary: a woman goes into a mall, whereupon she is attacked by a squirrel. She is suing (or has sued) for mental damage done, and was outraged a squirrel got in there in the first place.
Meh, not as funny as when I read it.
So, I need to get off and start cleaning. Both the first and second story of our house need it anyways, and mom will want it clean for our visitors.
Question of the day: do you think sibling placement (e.g. if you were first born, second born, third born, etc) effects one's personality?
my answer: absolutely. I've noticed in books (and cartoons) that first born tend to be more nose-in-the-books, gotta-get-my-degree kind, a role model. The youngest tend to be more funny in their quest for attention and love. Middle kids tend to be a little of both.
examples: Yakko, Wakko, and Dot.
(hehe, how many of you knew I would put their names there?)
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Tuesday, August 29, 2006
School has started!
My schedule is pretty full on mondays and wednesdays, and I hope it stays that way. I like having to go there only 2 days a week.
Here is the '411' as they say, on my classes.
Photography 60B/61: conjoined class and lab...though the lab comes first, and not the class. Wish I knew why. *scratches her head in confusion* The teacher is fun, and much better than the teacher I had in 60A. And...we get to take pictures of the number one interest/obsession we have (like self portraits, landscape, people, etc.).
Spanish 2: same teacher as spanish 1. A few other students that were in my prior class, as well a a church friend that enrolled in that class too! I am looking forward to studying with her.
History 19A, or East Asian History: I needed more units, so I decided, hey, why not learn about the history of Asia? It might come in handy one day. So far, its a promising class.
Anthropology 9, or, Magic, Witchcraft, Ritual, Myth, and Religion: yeah, that is a handful to say, ne? It's all about the history of such things and the practical or (manipulative) purposes that they serve, like the uses of superstitious beliefs.
There ya go. Homework so far ain't bad, so that is one good thing.
*sigh* I promised you guys a newstory about a squirrel attacking a woman in a mall, but I still can't find that darn magazine that has the story! So it will have to wait.
Okay, I have kept you guys long enough. Have a blessed day!
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Sunday, August 27, 2006
Wow, only two comments yesterday. What do you people have, a life? If so, where do you get one, and how much does it cost?
Today I went with my parents to a photography job, where we fulfilled a need for posed family photographs...though the family was anything but serious. In fact, we had to ask them to stop laughing and be serious for at least one picture. The occasion: celebration of a 50th anniversary. Their whole family was there. To give you a clue of how many people we had in the one of the last poses, there were 34 people in one shot. That particular one is the kind one has over one's mantle, or wherever you have wallspace. Every family has one. I think...
Anywho, they were very impressed and happy. So were we.
late this evening we also watched some episodes of Twilight Zone. They made me think, which I hope jumpstarts my creativity with my current story. Want to talk about the show in general? email me.
Responses to comments:
Elves: yeah sure, I can believe you have never had creativity problems, Ms. obsesses-over-Yuki. Oops, did I really write that?
Heehee, just poking fun at you.
Reno: ah, my new friend. It's a good sign when you take a liking to someone you just met.
*chuckles about Reno's comment in general*
Anywho, it's time to log off. Next post I plan to post a story about a woman attacked by a squirrel, and I hope LordSesshomaru is here when I have it up. (darn magazine dissapeared on me, otherwise I would have it up now).
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Thursday, August 24, 2006
Today is by and large a quiet day. My sister is over doing something with my mom's hair, probably coloring her streaks or something. Laundry is going, dirty dishes are in the dishwasher...
Yesssir, I'll make some one a good wife. :)
I made my first slideshow today with a program called Showit. It is all my pictures of my sister's dog that I watched over this last weekend. It's short but sweet.
And for those of you following my Animaniacs story, I have begun chapter 4, but I just can't seem to sit still and get it written down. Gah, I hate it when this happens, cause I get ideas for other stories in my head. And that I do not need.
I'm sure no one else has experienced this(joking, we all get this one time or another).
The countdown to college semester: 4 days. My books are ordered, so that is great to have out of the way. It'll be wonderful to have a regular routine again.
Response to comments:
All 5 of you who commented enjoy my little spontaneous survey. I'm glad. (though some of my closer friends I had a good idea of what they would write).
I'll leave you with the following question: What habits have you picked up from living with your parents (or whoever you grew up with)?
My answer: how to clean a bathroom properly, folding bath towels, properly loading the dish washer, putting away dishes, how to not ruin clothes in the washer, cleaning a kitchen. Stuff like that. Oh, and eating macaroni and cheese whenever I'm in the mood (that's my dad's influence).
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Tuesday, August 22, 2006
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A good day
My family down in Santa Rosa finally have some people looking at their house, so that means a possible bid on their house and moving down here. Soon, I hope. I miss my young cousins.
The third chapter of my story is posted at the end of this post for those of you who care.
Um...dang it all. I am sure I had something else to talk about!
Let's talk about anime and manga, the very reason we are connected in this community, yes?
1) what anime/manga are you dying to borrow/buy?
me: Volume 4 of Yugioh Millenium arc. Inuyasha vol. 27.
2)what is the series you most frequently day dream about/write about/listen to their songs?
me: Yugioh. Definetely Yugioh.
3) any character prototypes you are drawn to/obsess over?
me: yeppers. I like silver haired characters, be they dark and annoyed or fun, like Ayame in Fruits Basket. Oh, and villains. Of any kind.
4) any genres you are fond of? any genres you are not?
me: I'll read romance, action, romance/action (those two genres are so closely intertwined anyway), and...are there any other genres? I can't think of any at the moment. Oh, and I don't read yaoi. No surpise to those who know me.
Answer my survey if you wish.
On my short trip to Scratchy’s office, I contemplated which approach to take with him. Usually I was a smart aleck who was quick in word and action, but I had been wondering the last few months what it would be like to take our sessions on the serious side and see how he reacted. We Warners are not known for our serious sides, you see—we are zany to the max.
It wouldn’t do just to come moping in like a wilted flower. I had to make a grand entrance, one that would guarantee to get his attention.
The question was, how could I do that without speaking?
After a moment, I grinned. Angry people always got a reaction, over the injustice of something they found offending to the trivial placement of napkins on a table. Of course, it would be no problem pulling this off. I was a born—err, created—actor, after all, and had seen enough of the scope of life to copy what I saw.
The person that came to mind was Mr. Plotz. That man never was happy unless everyone else around him was miserable. I had to adopt that mindset for a short time, then dissolve in a serious, non-smart aleck, mopey ‘toon that was a complete alien to the doc.
If this had been a movie role, I would have won an emmy.
Ah, well. I had few precious moments to get into character. The front steps of the Termite Terrace were looming. Beyond that were the doors that led into the mental equivalent of the Spanish Inquisition… p-sychiatry.
A severe frown was now affixed to my face, which I do admit felt foreign. My stance was stiffened, posture stiff as a board, legs pounding across the plush carpet. Hello Nurse gaped at me and pounded something on her telephone, speaking in hushed tones. Pretending I was too far gone in my ‘rage’ I continued pounding my way up the set of stairs and yanking the double doors open.
For a millisecond, I nearly lost my nerve. Scratchy resembled a flopping fish laying on the carpet with his mouth opening and closing without any words coming out. However, my will power was strong, and I stormed past him, civily planting myself on the couch (not literally this time!).
Checking my posture was straight, the folds of my lips folded into a frown, I placed my hands on either side of my legs and stared intensely at the doctor as he composed himself, pen and notebook in hand.
Briefly I regretted putting him through this (and the ever so delectable Hello Nurse).
“Good to see you, Yakko,” he stammered as he gingerly seated himself in his oversized p-sychiatric chair. The man’s nerves were shattered already…I would have to proceed with caution.
I only nodded curtly, searching my mind for something I could possibly hold a grudge against. Contract, no good. Siblings, no. Eh, hard it sounds, I had nothing to go on. Acting skills, don’t fail me now!
Watching Scratchy, it was plain he was analyzing me, trying to puzzle out what could make such a routine visit so different. He sighed, cleaned his spectacles, and set his notepad aside. Leaning forward, he simply sat there.
Unusual. I had figured he would be frantically be spouting off questions to assess my fragile state of mind.
“I don’t confess to know why you’re mad, Yakko. Never seen you exhibit behavior like ziz, and never hope to. I hope it wasn’t my manner of summoning you here.” He steppled his fingers together and waited.
I could only stare him. Unfortunately, my facade wavered for a split second. Crap. Why today of all days did he chose to act human?
Nothing was coming easy today. And I thought this would be the easy part.
Cue into sad, depressed Yakko.
I made a show of relaxing my tense muscles, slumping my shoulders. A deep sigh, coupled with collapsing onto the couch and covering my face with my hands did the trick.
Stark silence. A sharp intake of breath. Scribbling on paper. I took a deep breath and eased my hands off the face, forcing myself to think of my sibs being separated. Sad, I know, that was the point.
This was the most quiet session I had ever had with him. It was slightly unnerving. Me, the King of Gab, nervous.
“What iz it troubling you? You’re so different, I want to know why.”
I kept my silence. Instead I pulled out a sign and scribbled the following on it: I don’t want to tell you.
Said sign was on somewhere in the vicinity of the floor a second later.
“Fine. Why are you not talking?”
I sighed and rubbed my temple. Ugh. Why was I having the hardest time keeping in character? Risking a glance at the clock, I saw it was fifteen after the hour. Fifteen more minutes, and I would be done.
Scratchy was scribbling on his notebook. I wonder what he wrote. It was obvious I had come in with a temper, wilted on the couch in sadness shortly after, and was now fidgety and irritated. If that wasn’t enough to keep him occupied for a week, I didn’t know what would.
“I saw zat.” His observational skills were exceptionally well today.
I ignored him, directing my gaze to the ceiling. It was imperative to keep strong. Dot would have something over me if I failed this early, and that would be embarrassing. My pride would not allow it.
“Why do you ball your fists so?”
Blinking at him, then down at my fists to see he was right. I forced myself to relax and inhale, exhale. This experiment was failing because of my distracted mind.
The room was quiet again. Scratchy arose from his chair and wandered off. I didn’t bother to see what he was doing, vaguely aware that the door opened and closed.
“Hello, you cute kid.” A sultry voice interrupted my thoughts, scattering them to the four winds. I grit my teeth, annoyed. What surprised me more was the feeling of manicured nailed fingers rubbing against my ears and the soft cooing that accompanied it.
A warm fuzzy feeling made me want to melt, occupying the majority of my attention.. The other tiny sliver of my attention not focused on the blonde beauty was ticked off that my plans were going, going gone. At this rate I would lose the bet.
Scratchy was evil incarnate at that very moment. I snarled and sat straight up, ignoring that Hello Nurse was knocked off the couch. That was the third person I had knocked over in two days.
I held up a sign that read “Sorry” so that she could read it, dropped it, and jetted out of the office, down the steps, past the doors and into fresh air, and breathed in deeply. My head now sufficiently cleared, I made my way up the rungs of the ladder attached to the water tower and went inside.
It was good to be home again.
End of Chapter
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