you're thinking in japanese! if you must think, do it in german!

ah, yet another classic asuka quote. you know, that's what's great about anime: girls with attitude. people may argue that anime promotes sexual innuendos, which every fan has to admit, there is more fanservice than is necessary, but you also have to give the anime industry credit for promoting feminine power. what does naru narusegawa (love hina) do when keitaro sees her in the hot spring? she power punches him and sends him flying across town. there are few girls in anime who are submissive to the overly zealous anime perverts. think of all the girls in ranma 1/2, excluding nabiki and kasumi all the girls practice some form of martial arts: akane and shampoo practice general marital arts, ukyo has her own brand of giant-spatula weilding martial arts, kodachi is the champion of rhythmic gymnastic martial arts, azusa (along with her partner mikado) is one half of the "golden pair" of marital figure skating, and nabiki, well, she'd just verbally assult anyone who bothered her and then somehow weasel money outta them at the same time. talk about girl power...

hmm... well, i'm bored once again, go figure... and i lack ideas on what to occupy my time at the moment. the internet usually provides sufficient entertainment, but nobody seems to want to talk on IM anymore. i guess they've found where the sufficient entertainment is and i just didn't get the memo. off to yet another game of solitare.... *sigh* -_-

blackmail is such an ugly word, i prefer extortion... the ex makes it sound cool

ah, well, haven't posted in a while. like it matters, there's only about 3 people who read this anyway. i discovered something new today, thanks to the "cool links" page on bob's new website:

G-ross Cougars Blogring

wow, everybody seems to have a blog (or xanga) these days. there was a link to a "kelly love's" xanga. that's the chic who got caught posing pornographically, right? yea, first words on the site "i'm a slut". well, if she is who i think she is, this is very true, and props to her for being honest with herself, i suppose. though really altogether being a slut isn't the best thing to be proud of. *rolls eyes* it's too bad this is a blog, and you need to have a xanga to be in the ring, or else i woulda added my blog on there. it'd do well for the ratings, since, as you all know, i'm just talking to myself. ;) i actually talk to myself alot offline, too. sad, no? yea, i was talking to myself a whole lot this afternoon after school. yesterday too. and it gets even better: i talk to myself OUT LOUD. feel free to call my any word that would be associated with "crazy" in a thesaurus. i probably deserve it.

ok, so we were voting for who's known for what in the senior class today. several people told me they voted for me as girl most likely to fall asleep in class. i honestly wonder if there were any other girls voted for in that category at all. i fall asleep almost everyday in several classes my first two years of high school, and somehow it becomes common knowledge. but in all seriousness, i saw this coming years ago.

*anne reading the school paper two years ago* "hmm, 'most likely to fall asleep in class'... i can SO see them voting me in for that one..."

am i psychic or what?

went clothes shopping this evening and am now the proud owner of dress clothes i can actually wear in seasons other than winter!!!! :O yea, my relatives like to give me dress sweaters for my birthday and christmas, and anything else i have doesn't go with anything i have (i either grew outta the tops or the bottoms, no outfit is whole). and breaking news here, i actually bought a skirt... *GASP* well, technically my mother bought it, but it's not so bad. it isn't so small that it'll ride all the way up my ass when i bend over, and it doesn't look like the lil' jean-skirts that i wore when i was five *makes gagging noise* i still want to get a black dress to wear for graduation, but i could get by on what i've got too. i'll have to think about it.

hmm.... what else to talk about.... nothing, really, as my life is just as boring as it was yesterday, the day before, last week, last month, etc., etc. well, i've typed alot, this'll keep ya busy for a while...... you is a relative term; i often use it when answering homework questions that address me as "you." consfused yet? at least i don't refer to myself in the third person...... often....... yea so occasionally i do, sue me. (not that you'll get much, i live in that special financial class that's too poor to be able to easily afford anything, but too rich to receive any help from the government or other organizations. yes, we get the short end of the stick. in fact, that's the way my whole life is; it's bearable, but then something comes along and kicks you in the ass. yea, this is the source of all my sarcasm, pessimism, and bitterness. that and the fact that i grew up around snobby p-town kids (not all are snobby, but the ones in my class were. those who weren't were the other weird kids in the other corners) ok, i should really stop now..... but i'm not...... something unknown is compelling me to keep typing and typing and TYPING AND TYPING AND.................

Highly Addictive Cookies

Highly Addictive Cookies

this reminds me of weedies (breakfast of champions <--sarcasm) and cokie crisp (the taste you can feel)

what are you, stupid?!

ah, so i saw the last episodes of evangelion last night. i honestly thought that kaworu would have been in there longer than one episode, the way everyone talks about him on the internet. and he never technically piloted an eva (neither did toji, though). so they made how many evas? 13? and they had god knows how many pilot candidates, and 5 chosen children, but only three of them pilot? strange. o well, i liked it better as just rei, shinji and asuka anyway. and while i'm on the subject, poor asuka, she looked terrible! and to think i originally thought she was a total bitch.

hmm.... so it's been a pretty long week. every morning i wake up really confused. i think it's got something to do with whatever i was dreaming. i'll be having a really realistic dream, then i'll wake up a little, fall back to sleep, continue the dream, wake up a little more, fall back to sleep, continue the dream, and when i finally do wake up, i'll have forgotten the dream, but become really confused. things have felt rather detached lately as well, which adds to the overall feeling of puzzlement. i really wish the year would just end already.

Special Entrance

Special Entrance

man, this is horrible

Lester

Lester was given a magic wish
By the goblin who lives in the banyan tree,
And with his wish he wished for two more-
So now instead of just one wish, he cleverly had three.
And with each one of these
He simply wished for three more wishes,
Which gave him three old wishes, plus nine new.
And with each of these twelve
He slyly wished for three more wishes,
Which added up to forty-six -or was it fifty-two?
Well anyway, he used each wish
To wish for wishes 'til he had
Five billion, seven million, eighteen thousand thirty-four.
And the he spread them on the ground
And clapped his hands and danced around
And skipped and sang, and then sat down
And wished for more.
Ane more...and more...they multiplied
While other people smiled and cried
And loved and reached and touched and felt.
Lester sat amid his wealth
Stacked mountain-high like stacks of gold,
Sat and counted -and grew old.
And then one Thursday night they found him
Dead -with his wishes piled around him.
And they counted the lot and found that not
A single one was missing.
All shiny and new -here, take a few
And think of Lester as you do.
In a world of apples and kisses and shoes
He wasted his wishes on wishing.

-Shel Silverstein, Where the Sidewalk Ends

Rocky, is that you?

Rocky, is that you?

this was yesterday's, but the individual link just got up today.

it's against my programming to impersonate a diety

i watched star wars: return of the jedi last night. great movie, i hadn't seen it in a long time. now the whole series you can't understand what R2-D2 is saying. it's gotta be funny tho, judging from C3PO's reactions. just once i wanna see a version of any of the movies where you can see what R2 is saying in subtitles at the bottom of the screen. That'd be hilarious. of course, it couldn't be the empire strikes back because R2 doesn't really have much of a part in that one. he has to go on a lil' field trip with luke to the degeva system. it's obvious that R2 remembers everything from the beginning when he was just a lil' repair driod on queen amidala's space-craft, but somewhere along the line C3PO must have his memory erased because by movie number four he doesn't recall ever being to tatooine before (even though it's where he was created), and he must not remember his original owner or what happened to him (how can you forget obi-wan and anikan?!) then at the end of the movie when luke takes off his father's mask, i was thinkin' "he used to be so handsome, how could he just let something like that happen?!" of course they're two different actors, but let's just pretend that hayden christiansen grows up to be whoever played darth vader. hey, i'm not gonna lie, hayden christian just adds to reasons why you should watch the star wars episode two. it's sad, though, when i saw a preview for episode three, he had long hair and it was really unbecoming. maybe it was just that one shot of him that was bad. i hope so. i can't wait till the movie comes out in may, it's after i get outta school too, maybe i'll have to go see a matinee.

ok, well, that's enough of that for today. on to more pressing issues (more pressing, *laughs manically*). a lot of good stuff is coming out this summer. star wars for one, and harry potter xi, which i have to go reserve sometime. yep, i'll reserve it and on july 16 i'll get my ass outta bed and go straight to borders or barnes and noble or wherever i reserved it. there's my entertainment for the next 24 or so hours. yes, i know, it sounds fast, but i don't actually put the book down once i start reading it for the first time. book one and five are exceptions, as book one i was just starting to get into it, and book five i was on vacation in maryland. man this is gonna be awesome! i wonder, though, who is this 'half-blood prince'? lesee, seamus is half-blood, but i doubt it's him, he's not a very important character. voldemort (*gasp*) is half-blood, and harry can be considered half-blood too. i don't really consider him half-blood though, because his mother was an actual witch, not just a muggle like voldemort's father and seamus's father. the reason harry can be considered half-blood (for all you treasonous people who haven't read harry potter) because his mother was muggle-born (his maternal grandparents were muggles). and for those of you who are REALLY outta the loup, a muggle is people who can't do magic. i better stop talking about this, i still have 2 months to wait.

doll-maker

since some people seem to be interested in making their own dolls, here's the links to both the guy doll maker and the girl doll maker:

boy doll-maker
girl doll-maker

and here's another me-doll, just because i got bored and made another one:


i just realized, i haven't had a 'person of the moment' for a while. shinji's had a rather extended "moment" (but that's ok, the poor kid derserves it). ok, so this, uh, "moment's" 'person of the moment is miaka yuki from fushigi yuugi. miaka isn't exactly my favorite fushigi yuugi character (which is why there's such a small picture of her, i don't have too many), but she has a somewhat charismatic appeal. not leadership charisma or anything like that, just her bouncy, silly, clumsy, gluttonous personality is rather enduring. miaka lives in Tokyo, Japan with her mother and her older college-age brother, keisuke. miaka is 15-years-old and in 9th grade. Her best friend is yui hongo, though throghout most of the story yui and miaka are enemies in title (rival priestesses, long story, just go read the damn comic if you wanna know). miaka's boyfriend (oooooo!!! *rolls eyes*) is tamahome. tamahome doesn't have a last name, because he lives in a version of ancient china that happens to be located in a book that miaka and yui found in the library one day (damn i gotta get me a book like that). i chose miaka to be the 'person of the moment' mostly because of how i've been re-reading all my fushigi yuugi graphic novels over again, but also because of.... no, that's mostly it. um, i think that pretty much says it all. hats off to miaka yuki, priestess of suzaku.

lookee! you can see miaka in the background of the bumper sticker!

head, shoulders, knees and toes, knees and toes...

oh man am i hungry! mi madre is going to pick up the pizza we ordered right now, though, so i won't have to wait long for food. today has been yet another incredibly boring day. (yay!) i found this "doll-maker" thing on the internet (thanks to a post on the anime web turnpike forums). so i made a one. i did my best to make it look like me, but hey, there's a limited amount of eyes and hair and stuff to choose from.

so whatcha think?

furnulum pani nolo

that means "i don't want a toaster" in latin, just for some background info, and no, i don't speak latin.

o well time for another night packed full of absolute boring-ness. i really have absolutely nothing to do.... again. so i figured that i'd post again. problem is, i haven't got anything witty to say. or much of anything else... i was serious about the letter writing thing. that'd be so much fun. ......eh, that's about all i can think of typing at the moment. maybe i'll think of more later...

dear miss manners

o i was just visiting the forum at adultswim.com and i found this lil' thread entitled "miss manners". it was obviously a ploy for the poster to get his message on tv, but i decided to put in my two cents:

Dear Miss Manners,

There is this late night cartoon show called Adult Swim. I am of the opinion that the people who run this show have absolutely no manners whatsoever. What do you have to say about that, Adult Swim? That'll fix your little red wagon!

dear doctordrown,

isn't it a little hypocritical of you to say something like "what do you have to say about that, adult swim? that'll fix your little red wagon!" at the end of a letter accusing the said people of not having manners? looks to me like you need some manners yourself, or else i really don't see how you have any right to file a complaint about adult swim's manners or lack thereof. besides, i think the folks at adult swim are allergic to manners and proud of it.

signed-

miss manner's substitute

then i just got to thinkin'. wouldn't it be fun to answer letters like that?! so if anybody has any problem or whatnot that you want me to make fun of and possibly offer advice about, post it in a comment and i'll answer. i dunno what it should be called, so come up with some witty entertaining greeting to address me with or something.

when i was at work yesterday, a thought occured to me. everybody knows the stupid lil' saying that everyone used all too often to insult one another in third grade: "girls go to college to get more knoweldge, boys go to jupiter to get more stupider" and vice versa. well, i thought, those girls really do need to gain some knowledge, but i'd say going back to second grade would be more appropriate. not only is "more [word]-er" incorrect english, but "stupider" isn't even a word to begin with. and those brats think they're so smart.

ok, so i was rummaging around in my 10th grade schoolwork folder back on the old imac last night and i found something highly amusing:

Human Sacrifice - What’s the Point?

The Aztec people know that many cultures (the Spanish in particular) don’t exactly see eye to eye with them on the subject of human sacrifice. To say the least, most peoples find it repulsing. They have their reasons, though, being a civilized culture and such.
The first reason is religion. We all have gods, don’t we? The Romans at least should understand, with their tremendous worship of Mars, their war god. According to Aztec religion, the war god Huitzilopochtli is one of the main gods who keeps the universe spinning, and in order to do so, he needs a kind of energy called tonalli. Tonalli is found in every living thing, in humans specifically, their blood stream. So basically, all of you skeptic cultures should be thanking us for keeping the universe working with our own flesh and blood.
Another liable reason for sacrifice is nutrition. For those of you haven’t taken a look at a map of the far west, the Aztecs territory happens to reside smack dab in the middle of a desert. So, needless to say, we don’t have all that much game and next to no domesticated animals. Would you like the people responsible for keeping the world on track to die of famine? Didn’t think so. Our nobles, warriors, and high priests happen to be honored to be allowed to eat from Huitzilopochtli’s doggie bag. Thus solving the whole “eat to stay alive” problem.
The third reason featured in today’s in-depth look at our very own indigenous Aztec Culture is none other than our remarkably successful economy. Just to let the ‘lesser’ cultures know, economics is basically our warriors going on campaigns to take goods from your villages, and bring them back to give to our people. Human sacrifice is our own economy with our gods. We give them human hearts, they don’t kill us. Nice deal, huh? Not only that, but with Human Sacrifice, comes more of the gods’ leftovers to feed our warriors. Who, we then in turn, send out to neighboring villages to bring more foods and sacrifices in tribute to the Aztecs as a people, allowing us all to prosper. (The Aztecs that is)
This article was written for the sole purpose of giving anti-human sacrafice-ists an inside look on all the good things human sacrifice does for our culture. Hopefully, it has served its purpose, and there will be no more nasty Tenochtitlan protests. The penalty is, after all, sacrifice.

*laughs hysterically* yea, i wrote that two years ago for this group project we did after reading julius caesar in english class. we were s'posed to make a newspaper about one of the civilizations in existance during the time of caesar's reign and, obviously, my group got the aztecs. oh man, you shoulda seen the look on mrs. jb's face when i was reading it during our presentation. it was priceless. i am, after all, the first person to have ever written a depressing gerand story. *laughs manically*

"c" is for cookie and that's good enough for me

hello and welcome to another strangely long post for how many people actually read this blog (fact pointed out by joe). but you know what? i'm just gonna keep rambling on like there's actually a significant amount of people reading! so there!

yea, so i had this really crazy-ass dream this morning (yes, this morning. i woke up at 1:30) about going back to grade school. for some reason, my entire class came back to grade school and we were starting a new school year?? same 8th grade teacher and everything (i think she actually teaches 4th grade or somethin' now). so yea, of course, my desk (with my shiny green heart name-tag....what the hell?!) was in the front. dammit i hate the front. there was one person in front of me tho, and that was the kid that everyone always said i should go out with back in my insecure adolescent hellhole stage. for that reason (the going out part, not the hellhole part) i don't think mike (kid's name) ever really took to me (as a friend) too well. he wasn't unfriendly, but i always got the feeling he avoided me for that reason. personally, i really wasn't interested in that sort of thing, and never pressured the poor guy in any way shape or form. anyway, he was glaring suspiciously at me or something, which was weird... and i forgot to put my contacts in. so i was walking around blind. i never wore my glasses in grade school, and now i wonder how the hell i managed, even with my eyes slightly better like they were then. so then it skipped to lunch time (after i raised my had and asked permission to go get something (my contacts) outta my book bag) where i was sitting at the lunch table, STARVING! so, naturally, i voiced what i was thinking "i'm SO HUNGRY!!" and the girls at the table suggested that i go buy hot lunch. no way, says i, i don't want that food, and there's no vending machines here. so i decided to ditch this nightmare and go get some chow. "where are you going?" "i'm gonna go get some real food. they can't stop me, i've been sixteen for over two years now." i do believe i shocked them, as i was really quiet and shit in grade school (until the world's of fun trip, but i'll get into that later) and some people decided they wanted to come along. so i drove whoever followed me up to the mongolian barbeque on fort crook road. mmmm, i haven't eaten there in a while. yea, so my dream ended there. i think the recurring grade school memories may be surfacing because of the fact that graduation is nearing, and the last day of school. i've never actually been to a "very last day of school" before. and that fact of course reminds me of grade school and my, um, sincere dislike for it. i spent the last day of grade school in the storage room, serving an in-school suspension for cussing a girl out at world's of fun. you see, calling a girl "you damn bitch" is inappropriate for a 14-year-old. so yea, i don't know what it's like at a "very last day of school" the only time i left the storage room was to get the rest of my stuff outta my locker, go to church (they made us go everyday), and go to graduation practice. do you see what i'm getting at?