Generation X! Hah! [Insert fake excitment here]

I started watching Yu-Gi-Oh! GX on YouTube ('Cause I'm a dork like that.) Funny thing is, I made the mistake of trying to watch the English dub, which is done by 4Kids. I honestly think that company should be BANNED from touching any anime. By the end of the second episode, when I had had to suffer through a girly Chazz flirting with Alexis, a creepy pedophile man on the plane, and Jaden's voice which is way to deep to be considered normal, I decided that I should probably go watch it in Japanese. Now I can make fun of the way they pronounce Cyber Blader.

Moving on from Anime, let's turn to the members of my Anime obsessed lunch table. For instance, there's me and Regina (Regina: Regina and I!) also known as the twins (we're not related.), who are the Dog and Cat whisperer, respectively. I really dislike dogs... Then there's Jen, the lone senior at our table, who is accident prone and I think Murphy has a crush on her (Murphy as in Murphy's Law, not some creeper at my school.) Not to mention Ashely, the bug whisperer, and Leann, who may very well be the most otaku-ish of us all. Ah well, I love them all any way.

I'm going to bring this post to a close, because I really can't think of anything else to write about... >.< I'll post again soon, and I will post something new on BleachInABox soon.

Oh, and Hi, by the way. I guess I kinda didn't greet you... at all.

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So Basically...

All right, so here’s the thing. I am trapped in a car driving to L.A. That’s a nine hour car trip, ladies and gentleman. We started at about 2. It is now 4:50. We are just getting out of Phoenix. 352 miles to Los Angles and I’m already bored. Ah well, makes for interesting stories. Well, maybe not interesting, since all I’ve been doing is playing Yu-Gi-Oh! GX: Spirit Caller (uber fun game, by the way. Portable dueling = win!)


What I really should be doing on this car ride from hell is my homework, but… well, there’s a funny story about that [shifty eyes]. So I was looking at my planner, and I was thinking, “I should probably start practicing from my Memory Map. (Mr. Lewis’s gift to us freshman… X_X ß Dead face.)” Then I just sorta starred at my planner… and starred at it some more… And you could kinda see my enthusiasm meter hitting rock bottom. So I didn’t work on my memory map. And the moral of this story is… I am not very good at motivating myself.

We stopped for lunch a while ago. We went to Chipoltle. I am writing very short sentences. At any rate, it was my vote that decided our destination. The conversation went something like this:

Mom: Well, what do we want? McDonalds? Wendys?

Me: I don’t want fast food. I want Chipoltle.

Dad: And what’s Chipoltle. Slower food?

Me: Yeah. I like my food medium fast.

Welcome to the family.
I suppose you might be wondering what prompted me to go on a cross-country trip in the middle of the school year. Well, it’s my cousin’s Bar Mitzvah. I really wish his birthday wasn’t in the middle of the school year. (Bar Mitzvah = Jewish coming of age ceremony which happens when they turn 13. I’m not sure if I already explained this. You see, I’m writing this without Internet in the middle of nowhere.) Don’t get me wrong, I love my cousin and everything, but I’m not good at the whole “party” thing. Not unless my friends are involved. 250 miles to Los Angeles.
We just stopped at Quartsite and I got ice cream! (Dibs to be exact.) Love that stuff. It’s pure crack, I swear… :D Mint gum was also purchased. And now the sun is setting, which brings an end to all things that don’t have lighted screens. (We’re also in the middle of nowhere again, but then again, when are we not on this trip? By the time we get anywhere interesting, it’ll be dark and I won’t be able to take anymore pictures.) On a totally unrelated note, my soda just spilled in my lap. Not a happy camper… It is 7:30, and I’ll write more later.

We’re in the middle of nowhere and my parents just turned on the radio, to see if anything would come in. Something did. Justin Beiber singing “Baby” did. My automatic response was, “Ack! Turn it off! Turn it off!” They did. And then:

Me: I hate Justin Beiber. And yes, that was a guy.

Mom: Really? It didn’t sound like one.

I think I can honestly become a fan of the page on Facebook entitled, “ ‘Wow, that girl has such a pretty voice.” “That’s Justin Beiber, Mom.” Oh, excuse me. I can “like” it. (I shall not rant about how they took away the option to become a fan of something. I shall not rant about how they took away the option to become a fan of something. [etc])

Beiber Blast! Hah!

Yeah, so that was my day. I didn’t get to L.A. until 12 (midnight) and then I had to get up at 6:45 to go to my cousin’s bar mitzvah. (His name’s Sean, by the way. The older one’s name is Eric. He’s 2 years older than me, Sean’s 2 years younger.) And there you have it. Have a nice life. :D

Stay Away From Power, no wait, Shonen Couplings.

Hello again, fair world of... worldness?
And fail. Moving on.

So, I have been a very busy person for the past couple of weeks (curse you essays!). I blame this on my teachers who have decided, "Hey! Let's kill the freashman class with home work since the year is almost over!" Yeah... Not fun. At any rate, I've spent the last few weeks babbling about Creationism, Evolution, and the job of a professional musician (don't ask). Gotta love my teachers. :) Not. (Except for my Math teacher. She is epic.) Now, let's see what what stories I can dredge up from the darkest recesses of my consioucsness.

Ok, so first story. In English a couple of days ago (acctually, it was last week, but that's a minor detail) a boy in my class decided that we shouldn't acctually get anything done that day. So he raises his hand and says, "Can we talk about our troubles?" Funny thing is, my teacher acctually agreed. Sad thing is, she only gave us 10 minutes. HOwever, instead of using those 10 minutes to 'talk about our troubles' we played Ninja (best game ever. If you don't know what it is, go find out 'cause I'm too lazy to explain it right now.) That has to be the most epic game of ninja ever. One of the boys got so into it, he literally did a sommersalt across the room to hit someone. I do love my school sometimes.

I do have more to write about, but I think I'll just explain the title of this post (you know you were all just dying to find out what I was talking about) and leave you to your life. So, my bestest buddy Leann was talking about Soul Eater (an anime, just FYI) and about a pairing with one of the main characters. Me and Regina argued rather forcefully that there ARE NO PAIRINGS IN SOUL EATER! And then Regina wrote "or shonen pairings" under my quote from the 3rd Star Wars movie in my planner ("How many times do I have to tell you? Stay away from power couplings!") And so, I'll leave you. :D

-Adious!

P.S. RIP Leann, who was killed by her Biology Essay.

Passover, Matzo, and Cosplaying

Oh hai... I'm back. In case you didn't notice, and I'd be worried if you didn't since you're reading this...
I have been a very busy person since my last post, mostly because of school work (I'm on Spring Break right now.) That is my excuse for not posting, and I'm sticking to it. Oh, and by the way, Happy Passover. Yep, you've got it. I'm half Jewish and I celebrate Passover, 'cause I'm awesome like that.
Speaking of Passover, my father and I were sitting at the kitchen table a few nights back eating chocolate (because that's what we do in our spare time.) At any rate, we were examining the back of the Matzo box (Matzo is bread without yeast. If you're wondering why on earth we have bread without yeast in our house, look up Passover on Wikipedia.) Accutally, it was more we were making fun of it, but it made it too easy. The side of the box said, "Yehuda Matzo was the top brand amongst 8 brands of Matzo taste tested by the San Fransisco Chronicle. 'Crunchy with a good snap', said one of the panelists in the above survey." I kid you not. I pity the poor people who had to taste 8 different types of Matzo. Also, a little farther down was the ingredients list. "Ingredients: Wheat flour and water." Under that it said, "Contains Wheat products." Welcome to America... [sigh] Oh, and just in case you were wondering, the taste of Matzo is comparable to cardboard (although I will admit that it grows on you.)
Also, on the subject of Jewish tradition, my cousin is having his Bar Mitzvah next month.

Bar Mitzvah [noun] A coming of age ceremony for a Jewish boy. Conducted at age 13.

At any rate, this is kinda a big deal, so I went out shopping today for a new dress to wear (since I have no dresses because I HATE wearing dresses.) I thought, "Oh, I'll get something pretty and colorful since I usually get black. I'll break this whole monochromatic thing I've got going on." After about four hours of searching, I leave the store with a black dress. I can't seem to escape it... But it's all good. I like black.

I went to a con this weekend! I went with Jen and Regina, and because of said con, the word "trap" has now become part of our daily vocabulary. Regina was cosplaying Maka from Soul Eater (I had no warning, so I just wore a trench coat. Don't know what the realtion is...) At any rate, I have also made a decision concerning Con-going. Next time I go, I'm cosplaying L (from Death Note.) So many people cosplay him, but very few are acctually decent Ls. I mean they've got down the clothes and everything, but it's really the manerisms that make the L. You've got to have the whole slouch thing down, the L sit, etc. I can pull him off better than most of the guys that were cosplaying him, and I'm a girl. There's something wrong with that... Yeah, I'm and Otaku. Shut up and move on with your life.

At any rate, I think I shall bring this post to a close. Thank you for reading my random... stuff.

I'm a Lumberjack...

I know that you all are staring at the title of this in dismay, probably worrying about the state of my sanity, but I'll get to that in a minute. First, The Morning (Evening) Report:

OK, so here's the thing. I went skiing this weekend. It was rather fun, actually, although I can't ski to save my life. SkiFail aside, though, I had a lot of fun and my group's inside joke repertoire has expanded to include, "I look like a moose. But a very pretty moose, make all the boy moose go WAGH!"; "Shh... You're wrong."; and "Don't attack me, I'm trying to put on my sock!" At any rate, we had a lot of fun. (Well, there was also the singing of Veggie Tales songs in the middle of a snow storm, but that's another story.)

So I get back on Sunday at 5, and I go to school the next day. All is well and normal. After school, while waiting for the bus, I sit in front of my locker and do my homework (just like any other day.) All is find and dandy, until I go to stand up and half dislocate my kneecap (yes, half. It wasn't fully dislocated.) So I'm in excruciating pain until is miraculously heals itself two hours later. The outcome: I miss school Tuesday and the morning of Wednesday, trying to sort this all out. Fun, I know.

I think my cat's gone mad. He's taken to streaking up and down the house, which is fine until he decides, "I can defy the laws of physics" and he runs into a wall. Maybe he's just getting old... And dementia is setting in... Or something.

--Subject Change!!! --

I'm going to see the new Alice in Wonderland movie that has Johnny Depp in it. I love that book so very much... It's so good. :) On a totally unrelated note, there's a dance at my school on the 12. Shmorp. (Saddie Hawkins dance MORP, pretty much.) I'm not asking any one, I never do, but I am dressing up. The theme is Disney, so I'm going as the Cheshire Cat, because technically Alice in Wonderland (the old animated version) is made my Disney. I guess that wasn't so unrelated after all... o.o

Well, before I leave you all for the night, I suppose you would like an explanation of the title of this little piece. Pretty much, it's the first line from this really annoying song that one of my friends has had stuck in her head all week. She has decided to take it out on us by singing it... Kinda makes me want to shoot myself in the foot. Ah well...

Adios!

Good day world.

Today, I spent about four or five hours at school. The Science Fair was today, so I just hung out with my friends and did homework. Everything was fine and dandy, until I got to practicing my monolouge. Pretty much, it's from Antony and Cleopatara, when Cleopatra is about to die. The line is, "So now, have you done? Come, then, and take the last warmth of my lips." Mrs Myers, my old science teacher walked up jus then and gave us the oddest look. Somehow, that managed to make my day.

My cat seems to sense that when I'm on the computer he can jump up into my lap and purr. And he does. And he makes my leg fall asleep, which is rather annoying, let me tell you. But at least he's furry and warm.

I should probably finish off this very short post before I get yelled, for it is past my bed time.

Sayonara.

Ah, Sunday...

Good Time-Between-Morning-and-Evening-That-Is-Called-Noon!

You know, when you get enough of my friends together in place, odd things begin to happen. Today we were hanging out in the mid-high room at my church, when Josh decided to try to learn how to flip onto his feet from lying on his back. All he managed to do was kinda spaz in mid-air.

Speaking of cats, (except we weren't, but here we go anyway...) my Cat has really slowed down. When I first got him when he was a kitten, he seemed to think that it was his mission in life to eat me. Now he crawls under my bed with me and purrs. He also has this odd habbit of leaping up onto my shoulders and making himself into a cat-muffler. I love him, I really do.

Now moving on to a totally unrelated subject... I very rarely watch clouds. Acctually, today was the first time I've ever watched clouds (I'm not sure why. The activity has just never come up.) However, I was lying down on my back, starring out the window at the clouds on the way to Robin's house. I now feel rather acomplished because of this new experience. But I still can't draw stick figures.

There's this kid that I realy despise at my church. Whenever I see him, I have this urge to kick him in the shins. Hard. It probably doesn't help that he's gone out with one of my best friends at one point, so I had to be nice to him. During that horrible, horrible period of time, there was a time when I was hanging out with him and Robin (technically, I was hanging out with Robin. He was a louse that I had to deal with) and he said, "You know what's annoying?" No doubt, he was trying to begin a converstaion. However, I killed that idea by responding with, "You?" That moment still lives on in fond memory.