*Fan Girl Moment!*

I was planning on writing a blog post every day, but the computer died and then I was lazy… so the long and the short of it is that I’ve only got two blog posts to show from this vacation, but hey, at least I wrote some. Ok, so here’s what I’ve done since my last blog post:

1. Seen Knight and Day and The Sorcerer’s Apprentice (The former for the second time. I love that movie…) The Sorcerer’s Apprentice was ok, not worth seeing a second time, though.

2. Gone to Sedona, the land of crystals and other spiritual… stuff. They had a sign for chakra readings. All I could think of was Naruto.

3. Gone shopping in places that are far far out of my price range. Nordstrom and American Eagle? Defiantly not where I normally shop. I did however manage to get a shirt from Abercrombie, but only because it was waaaay marked down. It did make me happy though, I now own something brand name.

4. Watched way too much TV. Whenever I’m in a place where there is cable, I just kind of vegetate on the couch and watch Crime Scene Investigation shows. A few of my favorites are Law and Order: Criminal Intent, Monk, Bones, NCIS, and Psych. Why Criminal Intent? Because Robert Goren (Vincent D’Onofrio) is the best thing in all of those series. NCIS and Bones crack me up. Monk is a family thing. Psych is hilarious.

5. Stayed up till at least midnight every single night. :D

6. Purchased the fist 24 episodes of Bleach which made me (very) happy! The subtitles are kind of fail, thought. Case in point: “Do you know my pajamas?” The proper  translation (I’m guessing. I do not speak the Japanese.) “Do you know where my pajamas are?” The first thing I thought to say to the TV: “No, not personally. I am interested to get to know them better, however.”

7. Cultivated fan girl tendencies towards a couple of new things, which is now what I am going to write about right now.

Ok, so I found what is pretty much the best show ever. White Collar. I love it to absolute death. It’s kind of crime scene investigation, but with white collar crimes instead of murder (bank robbery, forgery, etc.) I’ve only seen two episodes, but I’m defiantly planning on getting the first season on DVD. Yes, it is that good. At any rate, I am kind of a Neal Caffrey fan girl now (main character in White Collar.) He reminds me of Artemis Fowl, if Artemis ever became a lady’s man or was stupid enough to get caught (not happening.)

The other thing I became a fan girl of Katsina dolls. Katsina dolls are these little dolls that are made by Native Americans and they embody evil spirits. I love them. A lot, actually. My parents got me one and I am going to put it in a place of honor as soon as I repaint my room.

I saw something rather entertaining today when I went to see The Sorcerer’s Apprentice. There were these people at the mall that were half cosplaying. By half cosplaying I mean that there was just enough of the costume so you knew that it was a character, but they were still wearing normal clothes. When I first saw them, I just thought, “Hey. People with spikey hair.” Which made me think of Kingdom Hearts (I don’t know why) and then I noticed this one girl. She had her hair up in pigtails, and it was dyed red with the cheap aerosol stuff. Now, for reasons beyond me (maybe a connection to Temari?) the accepted hair do for a female version of Gaara. So, these pigtails reminded me of him. Then I saw her face and I knew she defiantly was trying to imitate Gaara. How do I know? Well how many people do you know that walk around the mall with the kanji for “love” written on their forehead in red eyeliner pencil? She was also wearing an FMA t-shirt. Totally made my day.

I’m going back home tomorrow, so adieu. (Did those two things have any connection? Not really.)

On one final side note, I’m watching Law and Order: SVU out of the corner of my eye on USA and every time there’s a commercial for White Collar, my eyes go to it and I stop typing for long enough to watch it. Totally obsessed. :D

On yet another side note, I just bought 4 volumes of Bleach on the way back home (we stopped at a used book store. $4 each and I now only need volumes 9 and 19 before I have every volume from 1 to 21 (or 22. I don’t remember.)) Yes, this is being typed in the car, I’m not seeing the future or anything.

Chastity Beds

I have departed my home and I am now staying in a resort 2 ½ hours away. Don’t get me wrong, I’m totally loving this, but still. I’m lurking around here at 11:30 at night (Yes, that is the current time) with no Internet watching a mediocre movie called “Van Helsing.” I’m making up for my separation from all the world but the people that I’m staying with by typing this blog post up to post later. At any rate, on with the post. (Would I like to use the word “post” a couple more times?)

So, the resort. We (that is, my family and I) are staying in a resort with my father’s old college roommate. He has a daughter about my age and that is who I am sharing the living room with. The step up of the rooms where we are staying is this: A living room with a tiny kitchenette off of it. Then, two bedrooms connecting to the living room, one with a double bed, one with two single beds. Two bathrooms, one next to each bedroom, complete the floor plan. It is about the room with the two single beds (my parents room) that I plan to talk about next.

If you look back in the history of film it goes roughly like this:

1. The silent movie.

2. The movie with very rough sound.

3. The black and white movie complete with the film code.

Now, the film code was pretty much the moral compass of movies for a very long time, until it was repealed sometime after color was invented. Pretty much, the film code said no nudity, no sex, no gory death scenes. The complete opposite of most (if not all) movies directed at anybody above the age of 8. Another little nuance of the film code was beds called chastity beds. These were the only beds that were only shown in bedrooms, even in married couple’s rooms. My parent’s room has chastity beds. This entertains me far more than it should.

Greg, my father’s old roommate, has the ability to make friends with pretty much anybody with just a few words. He’s kind of like Naruto in that way (and only in that way.) And here’s a story about this. The last time we went on a vacation with them, all of us went to go see Batman: The Dark Night when it first came out. Now, apparently the air conditioning wasn’t working in the theatre we were in. I didn’t notice this, mostly because I was too enthralled with the many explosions on the screen, but others were not quite so entertained by these. So Greg went and talked to the manager of the theatre and got us all tickets to not one, but two other films. I still don’t know how he did it.

At any rate, I’m off to continue watching “Van Helsing” which is actually really good. Vampire trying to kill things (and sometimes succeeding), Vampires walking straight up walls, Vampires dying, sexual tension. Fun stuff. Count Dracula is overly dramatic in this movie. “I’m at war with the world!!” etc. He also has 3 wives (2 now. Van Helsing killed one.) At any rate, I’m off to continue watching this movie (and maybe write a fan fiction.) Have a good day.

Of Water, Lemons, and Sharpies...

I don't feel like greeting you today, so I shall just dive into my post. Isn't that nice of me?

Anyway, first off: Water park was amazing! (I don't think I mentioned this in my blog, but I did talk about it a bit in my Vlog. Search Parasiticpadawan in Youtube to see it.) Pretty much, I went to this huge water park with a couple of my friends and it was THE BEST THING EVER! (Well, maybe not the best, but still. It was fun.) I didn't even got that sunburned, which made me a good deal happier than it really should. However, I think that the sunburn is doing something strange to my sleeping schedule. I've been waking up at 10 (am) for the past two days and no, I have not been staying up to outrageous hours of the morning. Maybe the sunburn is sucking my energy or something... We live in a very strange world.

Here's another (rather unfortunate) part of our strange world. This strange part is called... [gulp] [whispers] lemons... [normal tone of voice] No, not the citrus. If you don't know what a lemon is, disregard this part of the post and ask the nearest otaku you can find. At any rate, I had the unfortunate experience of reading an unmarked lemon a couple of days ago. I had accidentally read what I thought was a lemon sometime around Christmas break or so. Now that I've read a full blown lemon (accidentally, accidentally!), I know that the story that I had read before was no lemon. I feel... dirty now. I mean seriously, why oh why do people write these things? To be perfectly honest, I feel like I read Make Out Paradise (Jiraya's books from Naruto). Yes, it really was that bad... Here's hint: DON'T READ LEMONS! And if you do write them (which I sincerely hope that you do not) please, for the sanity and innocence of your readers, MARK THEM.
I'm done now...

Ok, next on my list of things to talk about is my tendency to talk to inanimate objects. I present to the jury this situation:
I walk into my room looking for a sharpie. After examining the last place I saw my sharpie and finding only a pen in its place, I say to the pen, "You are not a sharpie." Continuing on to my floor, I find my pencil case, the logical next place to search for a sharpie. This object is greeted with, "That's a pencil case." I open the pencil case, find a sharpie and say to it, "You are a sharpie."
Insanity? Maybe, but it is rather fun.

Finally, I only wish to reference Jen's more recent blog posts about seeing Psycho and our finding of the Naruto birds. Those little puff balls kind of made my day.

I'll probably put up another Vlog in a couple of hours. Good night.

Life in China: Part 1

So, who wants to hear about the Yucatan?!
[Now I'm going to pretend that I heard a very enthusiastic, affirmative reply.]

The format that I am going to use for this particular post is that I'm just going to tell stories as they come into my head. Here are the basics about the trip:
We went to China, Campeche, Mexico (As in, China [city] Campeche [province] Mexico [country]. Just thought I ought to clear this up. I didn't acctually go to China. At any rate, on to the random stories.

Story One: Bus Adventures Part 1
If there is one thing that I love about my Youth Group leaders, it's that they're pretty flexible. How do I know this, you ask? Well, they let my friend Mack and I ride from Cancun to China on top of the seats. Mack had a ninja thing going, with most of her weight on one seat, and her foot stretched across to another. I chose to sit sidesaddle on mine. Suffice it to say that the seats were boring.
Also, my friend Robin and I began singing songs from The Lion King (We often do this on church trips.) In very short order, Sean, a kid my age that I've known since 6th grade or so, yelled at us to stop. Come to think of it, he did the same thing on the Ski trip when we started singing... Maybe he just has no appreciation for good music... (Jk, Sean. Jk.)

Story Two: Hammock Tales
When my church goes to the Yucatan, we sleep in hammocks. I have a rather epic one of my own by my couch currently, waiting to be hung up. At any rate, during the period of rest between dying in the heat working and VBS, my group (Robin, Sierra, Beth, and Mack) hung out in the living room, squished into Beth and Mack's hammocks. This is also extended to the night, when we would hang out and watch the june bugs run into the fan after dinner. During this particular incident, I believe that Sierra and Beth were in Beth's hammock and I was in Mack's, with Mack (who couldn't see the floor, by the way). Robin was on the floor. The incident went something like this:
Robin: I'm hoooot.
Beth: [Opens up full water bottle and dumps the contents on Robin's stomach]
Robin: Gaaah!
Mack: Did Beth just throw up on Robin?
[Laughter]
Yeah, we're special...

We also rigged up bunk hammocks and played Scum in them. These bunk hammocks lead to our next story:

Story Three: MY TAILBONE!
This one is fairly short. Mack didn't retie the knot on my hammock tight enough, and so when she sat in it, it feel down and her tail bone was sad.

Story Four: A Blast From The Past, or I Forgot To Put This At The Beginning
There were two inside jokes that ran through this mission trip that began the night before at Sierra's house.
1. I'm in Pineapple...
The Explanation: I was getting up, Beth trips me, and I go sprawling out across the floor. I reach for Sierra's washing machine and try to say, "I'm in pain!" but it came out "I'm in pineapple..."
2. My body is sad...
The Explanation: A quote from a show Beth likes that was quoted through out the entire trip.

Story Five: Gold One!
There was a gold slug bug that was on the same corner every day and it never moved. People were slugged for it every day multiple times. 'Nuff said.

Of course, there are more, but I'll write some more tomorrow.

Have a fantastic day, my comrades in arms!

I'm Not Dead Yet!

I don't really feel like posting the no doubt forthcoming huge long post about my 10 day long Mission trip to the Yucatan just now... So I'll summarize it for you:
1. Aaaaaaand... It's awkward (We're done, It's Weird, etc.)
2. Participating in the murder of various bugs
3. Writing an Ode to Tuna
4. Dropping a cinder block on my leg
5. Getting to work on the roof
6. Almost dying multiple times
7. Nico drives like a mad man
8. Deep conversations in hammocks late at night/bunk hammocks (BEST THINGS EVER!)
9. Resort in Cancun rocks!
10. GOLD ONE! (Referring to Slug Bugs)
And that's aaall she wrote. :D

Moving on now...

And now, for our main attraction:

*~ Dora's Survival Guide ~*

(An idea stolen from Jen *I's loves you!*)

Jen's Blog

1. Dora needs to stop asking 6 year old kids for directions and get a GPS.

I'm going to presume this talking about Dora the Explorer and try not to become insulted.

2. Dora needs improvement.

... I am now left speechless. Oh, hello gutter. How's it going?

3. Dora needs glasses.

Dora has glasses, thanks for the concern, though.

4. Dora needs to channel Madea and his real mom too.

Eh? Who is this Madea and why does he have a fake mom (For starters) and why am I channeling him?

5. Dora needs a home.

Yeah, and according to this Craig's List add I'm a pregnant rabbit. We can't always trust what we read.

6. Dora needs a stylist.

Gee, thanks Internet. Love you too.

7. Dora needs to clean up all the garbage on the seafront and in the sea using her vacuum.

Vacuums work in sand? And underwater? Amazing! I guess you learn something new every day!

8. Dora needs to become a tween like GI Joe needs to become gay.

I... am kind of speechless. I just... I have nothing to say, m'k? Absolutely nothing (As I keep talking...)

9. Dora needs to complete her quests.

That reminds me, I haven't been on Runescape in forever...

10. Dora needs summer.

Well, I am rather fond of summer...

And that's just with my nickname. A few selections from my real name:

Dorothea needs to meet new people.

Probably true, I suppose.

Instead of brood over her losses, Dorothea needs to face those who would make less of her contributions and stand up for her accomplishments.

I don't even want to know...

Dorothea needs work.

I'm a minor...

Though Alfred pays lip service to Dorothea's needs, his escapades in the middle of the night, worship of her sister Alice, reliance... [etc.]

... And again ... And again ... [etc.]

Dorothea needs to learn that Joe is gonna live with them and stuff!

Who the heck is Joe and why do I care?

Dorothea needs power, capital and, to some extent, freedom.

I has some of all of the above.

Dorothea needs someone to marry her sister Rose to keep the girl away from her opium- supplying boyfriend, Fraser.

Dorothea's sister has sucky taste.

And now I'm done with another pointless post. You may return to your lives.

Sake. Oh the havoc we could wreak... wreck?

Konichiwa! (I is expanding my vocabulary!)
Ok, moving on.

I have discovered that my friends do not need alcohol to become un-inhibited.  How do I know, you ask? Well, the fact that during Orchestra today they were (among other things) seeing who could blow the biggest spit bubble and plotting the demise of the Elephant population of Africa (actually, I was a part of that, but more on that later.)

Today, I managed to convince my mother to purchase the necessary grocery-stuffs to make tacos. While there, I was also able to get some Oreos (LOVE!). I have a question for my devoted readers [cough cough] How do you eat your Oreos? 'Cause I split mine in half and eat the filling first. I don't think anyone else does that. Ah well, I always was an odd one. Also, on the way back from said grocery store, I mentioned the phrase, "wreak (wreck?) havoc." An argument then ensued about whether it was wreak or wreck. I'm still not sure which one it is, come to think of it. Anyway...

I've been reading a lot of Bleach lately, the most recent part of which was the epic battle between Kenpauchi and Ichigo. I was thinking, if Yachiru hadn't met "Ken-chan" she probably would have grown up to be a lot more... calm?

(Courtesy of Onemanga)

I think Zaraki rubbed off on her.

At any rate, back to the former topic of sake and elephants. We were discussing the phrase "slow as a sloth on sake" and form there, there was a lengthy conversation that ended in us bringing about the extinction of African elephants through sake poisoning.

That's the end of my story, folks. Have a nice night.

"I've got it! He's bald!" And Other Stories with Morals.

Hi.
Ok, now that that's out of the way, have you ever wondered how Anime character's hair does what it does? I mean seriously.

About the Sasuke picutre... I mean it does show what I'm talking about, with the whole hair thing... But I just had to throw this out there, because I'm fairly sure that's Yaoi... with himself.

On this subject there was once a rather long conversation in the Freashman Hallway with Jen, Ashely, Regina, and myself. It went something like this:

Me: I mean really. For Sasuke's hair to do what it does, it would have to have the consistancy of straw... or there would be large amounts of hairspray/gel involved.

Jen: Maybe it's a wig.

Ashely: Yeah, maybe...

Me: I've got it!!! He's bald!!!

[Note to those involved... I might be forgetting parts of this conversation]

The moral of this story is: Don't leave a bunch of otakus alone in a hallway. 'Nuff said.

At any rate, here's the rest of my weekend:

So, I went over to my friends house and hearded 7th graders and tried to make sure they didn't destroy the house. They didn't, but I can't say as much for my glasses, which are now in two pieces. The end of this particular fiasco? Well, I stayed up 'till 4:30 and had to get up early the next morning to work on a project. Not fun.

So, after the project was over and done with, I went to my other friends house to help out with her family's dinner party. Yummy food and a whole lot of inside jokes including, "Well, at least we're wearing shorts." "Don't let the grizzly get you." and "The hurricane's coming!" That was fun, and then I went to the Mission Trip meeting at the my church.

Things I have learned from that meeting:

1. Maxie pads are from now on to be referrred to as "Nail Polish"
2. If you don't want to carry anything, put it in Sean's suitcase.
3. Ken is going to kill us all, and make us want to kill him. (He said it himself.)
4. Mexican toliets don't flush.

And then there were the tampons next to Sean and Ken (or was it Charissa?) Yelling at him, "Dont' throw the tampons!"

I really do love my church...

Well, now I must bid you adieu, and try not to get killed by my memory map.

Much Love!