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azuriteLet me start out by saying this weekend was disappointing. Never go to a place like Disneyland or California Adventure unless a) you're loaded with cash; b) you're covered in sunscreen; c) you have plenty of time; d) you don't mind getting up early and/or taking buses/shuttles; e) you don't mind dealing with negligent and often non-English-speaking hotel workers; f) you're with friends you can REALLY get along with well and trust, and finally, g) you don't mind HUUUGE crowds and expensive prices wherever you go.
I'd love to just break down the whole weekend into a few simple words, but it never works out that way with someone like me. Tch. Here goes.
SUFFERING = SPIRIT
We had to be at school at 6am on Friday when the buses were scheduled to depart from school. Not ever having been on the Anaheim trip, I decided to take a chance and show up as early as I could (5:45, given that the school opened at 5:30) and therefore GET UP as early as possible. In actuality, that meant staying up all night. After FX, Joe and I went to Mel's with Cris-- where we dueled for a long time, and ate some of the time (my pancakes were spongy, so I didn't finish them) and even saw my mom on her date with some guy named Gary (*painful wince*).
Anyway, so I stayed up as long as I could, finally attempting a short nap from 3:30 to 4:30. At 4:30 I decided to get up and eat, packing what little else I didn't already have in my wheelie Smuggler suitcase and my narsty blue Jansport backpack. In other words, I stuffed a whole bag of Wheat Thins, roughly 1/4 of the huge "gallon-sized" box of Goldfish crackers, and a water-bottle-turned-iced-tea into one bag. I finally left around 5:00, thinking that was plenty of time to catch the 31 and get to school. I'd never stayed out that late downtown before, but all the same, in the wee early hours, those rarely-used buses always seemed to come quite often and move quite fast. WRONG. At that time of the morning, the buses were on the owl schedule, coming every half-hour only, and I'd just missed the 5:00 one. Or so I thought. It might just have been another bus running down Balboa, since when I finally had the brains to look at the schedule, the 31 didn't start running from the Ferries terminal until 5:21! YIKES! By the time I would have caught that bus and gotten to school, it would have been at LEAST 6:30! -.- So, despite my back problems and lack of enthusiasm for walking, I did just that-- down a dark, wet 14th Avenue to Geary. Once there, I was pacing like no tomorrow. The bus didn't come, and it was already 5:30, at least. So I started walking... and walking... and I made it all the way to 25th Ave, after several false alarms ("No Passengers" buses) before I caught a 38BX and got off at 30th Ave, over by Presidio, with Sung. And thank god he was on that bus, because my idiotic sciatica was acting up, my back was killing me, and I was carrying SO much stuff.
I was terrified of being late.
It ended up being more along the lines of wishing I had been, had gotten more sleep. Better than the cramped bus that came 3 HOURS LATE!. Yeah, you read right. The bus supposed to come at 6am didn't show up until 9am. And that was only the first bus. The other three buses didn't show up, pack up, and leave GWHS until after 9:30. Suffice it to say, we didn't make it to Anaheim on time for a night at Disneyland. What a waste of $90-- that's how much the 3 day park hopper pass was, and we only spent a few scant hours of Saturday and Sunday actually IN the parks. And it was the damned bus company's fault, so are we getting a refund? Probably not. Wasn't all that $330 sent to the Heritage Music Festivals, never to be returned? Most likely. Damnit.
And then the dreaded bus ride, when it finally came... we were cold, wet, and oh yeah, just remembered, I was on the bus with friggin' Leanne. She'd transferred onto our bus, and upon realizing *I* was on Bus 3, she goes "Ugh, I'm on the same bus as YOU?" when she was the one that transferred in the first place! She easily could have looked at the damned list and made a better decision, or even wiser, kept her fat mouth shut and NOT HAVE CARED. I'm sorry, but 10 hours in a bus with someone --best friend, acquaintance, or arch-nemesis-- will make you hate them EVEN MORE. I swear it.
We watched "Save the Last Dance," before going to the first rest stop-- there was a Taco Bell, and that was about it. I bought myself a scratcher at the gas station store, but they didn't have the Kodak Advantix film for my Elph mini-cam that I needed, so I resloved to buy it later on, at the hotel or something. I sat across from Jonathan Potter at Taco Bell, quietly munching away at my Taco Supremes and Cinnamon Twists (too crunchy) with Michelle Bates on my right. Ley me tell you-- she's annoying. There's a whole class of people that others, by defualt, won't get along with much. You know, those qualities in people that are NEVER desired-- ever? Like... oh, say, desperation, clinginess, neediness... maybe showing off, attitude, bitchiness, constant pessimsism about the world, unwillingness to change yourself or help others, trying to be too much like someone you're not, backstabbing... everyone on the bus around me possessed these traits. Why didn't I try to sit or room with some of the nicer, quieter girls I know and like, like Michelle An or Sarah Stevens? Why Michelle Bates? Because we're both damned outcasts and we had no one else. BLAH.
Anyway, she ended up talking shit about me on the bus when she thought I was asleep-- Jason Chow someone who, to put it simply, I don't like very much, was sitting behind us, and sort of instigated it by finding something to be irriatated at with everything I did, whether I was conscious or not. Case in point-- he got all hoity-toity when I tried to pull the shade down (it goes over two windows). But we were about to watch a movie, and there'd be glare on the tiny-arse screens... not to mention I wanted to sleep. I hate him. He's so trivial to it all though. And what do I care, I'm leaving next year. But then he was bitching to Michelle about me because I put my seat back.
*ahem*
1) the seats are meant to go back for a reason.
2) if you feel cramped (as I did multiple times, since I NEVER was allowed to sit in the very front seats of the bus, and to be honest, wouldn't want to) then just put YOUR seat back. it's a big inconviencing cycle.
And what good does complaining about it to my fat seatmate do, anyway? It's not like she could reach over and adjust it, and even if she tried, not like she'd succeed. Besides, bitching about how I sleep and such... what a waste of time. She said she wished her cat were there with her on the bus so she could claw my back open. Lovely.
You know, I'm sick of recalling the weekend. I should have finished this entry ages ago, when everything was still fresh in my mind, and I wanted to recall it. But I don't, not anymore. There's a bit of summary left I want to cover... I did have fun at Disneyland and CA Adventure, and I definitely want to go back sometime soon. Maybe like Joe suggested, in the winter. I'd love to go with Mom on another vacation, and it'd be a great way to spend Christmas, maybe with Jill and them. =) It's not like I've seen Nikki in a while, and I'm sure Ed (please tell me I have my own baby 2nd cousin's name right!) is big now!
Damnit, I just had it... I need to clean my room, because I can't even find the Disneyland/CAAD map that I left somewhere on my desk just a few days ago. I remember a few of the rides I went on though... the huge rollercoaster at CAAD in all the commercials? It was a BLAST! And the line wasn't that long either. But I mean... wow. I want to go on that over and over and over. It was SO FUN. You don't go around the Mickey-ears though. There was also this huge swing-thing, like at carnivals, called the Orange Stinger. And a Ferris Wheel that freaked me out, since it was the first time I was in one of the moving gondolas. I kept trying to drop pennies into the water, but they all landed on the metal bars. -.-;
There was also 'Matterhorn' at Disneyland, and we went on that at night just before the awards ceremony-- we meaning me, Rochelle, Nana, and Alicia. Rochelle and Alicia are a blast to go on rides with, but Nana just never stops complaining. She's such a pessimist, she can't even enjoy herself at Disneyland. Admittedly, when she really started it annoying me, it was around the time when all the rides were breaking down, and I was getting sunburned and broke... but... >_> Blah.
I can't remember all the rides' names, but they were fun. The awards ceremony was hilarious, even if it was cramped and dark and noisy because of the idiotic Clovis students behind us. I half wish that Lowell or Lincoln HAD been there, because it would have been better than those stupid Canadian middle school students who had the gall to ask us "what part of China are you guys from?" (since our student body is primarily Asian) or the overly noisy Clovis people, who, according to Rochelle, are our rivals at every Heritage Festival. Lincoln High from San Jose won most of the awards, those snipes, and the spirit award went to those stupid Canadian kids because one of their violinists broke a string in a solo and kept going. I'm sorry, but THAT'S NOT SPIRIT. *sigh*
First Ladies (my choral group) - Bronze (I don't get the grading/scoring system... we got Bronze, but not 1st, 2nd, or 3rd place)
Show Choir - Silver 2nd
Chamber Choir - Silver
According to Rochelle, the absolute worst weekend vacation she's ever been on. I hate to think I might have had something to do with it being so terrible. For my part, I'm so glad she let me hang out with her, and that even though she didn't want to go to the awards ceremony, she did anyway, since everyone elected her as the most dedicated and serious member of Chamber choir. And going on rides the next day was fun... Indiana Jones the night of the awards ceremony was my first ride, and I was giddy. Rochelle and I had gone to get Alicia snacks, and came back, and the line moved up immensely. -.- We had to be somewhat rude/sneaky while looking for them, and Rochelle had to call to find where they were in the line. But since I have no qualms about "catching up with friends" (in a place like Disneyland, that's what it's ALL about. Complaining gets you nowhere.) we got up with them pretty quick, waited another 40 minutes or so, and JAA-JAA! Indiana Jones-funness! ^_^ The bamboo there is real, too.
Had Chinese ordered from a place open till 2am. Enjoyed being less than 20 yards from a Red Robin *and* a Target. Maybe I should move to Anaheim. *snicker*
Tomorrow's supposed to be busy, and because I've taken so gloriously long in doing this, I haven't really posted much about the past couple of days. I'd claim I was going to try and catch up later, but looking at this, you know I won't; I'll end up forgetting about something.
So I'll keep going, and you'll have to forgive me for the extremely long entry... but it's what I do.
Translating Hinata 120% is a lot harder than I thought. My Japanese is so rusty, and I need help with a lot of it, but there's not many people I can ask. Maybe one -Taisuke- if I'm lucky. I can't ask Sensei, since it would be weird, rude, and selfish, given that he's not my teacher anymore, and he's probably very busy. I'm on Page 12 of romanizing now, out of 40. -.- Goddess save me. Just romanizing without the actual manga in hand is a pain.
You know, I haven't gotten that postcard from Kinokuniya about Volume 2 yet... maybe it hasn't been long enough. But speaking of things SUPPOSED to be mailed to me, I never got all that Citibank stuff. Damnit, I want my account already! I want my Converse, and all these books, and... ;_; I'm just so needy and selfish. I need to clean my room first, that's what I need. There's so much to recycle, throw out, and give away. I should make a day of it, but then there's even more that I have to do outside of my own silly bedroom. Like Hinata, like my fanfics, like movie premieres, like birthday parties, graduation, and... and... geez.
PROM DRESSES AND CON COSTUMES
I got my prom dress the other day. It's too good to describe, but I will tell people-- it's not red. Shocking, isn't it? Mom wouldn't stop waxing about how good I look in red, but the two red dresses I tried on... well, they just didn't work. Most of the red ones at Nicole's were the strapless ones, and since I don't have much of a chest (*sigh* feel free to argue otherwise, I'm a sucker for compliments, even weird ones) I couldn't attempt those. But the one I got looks nice... once I clear up my skin ALL OVER. Stupid Pan-Oxyl bar or something, burns the skin right off my face is what it does. -.- I want that little blackhead vaccum I saw at Amber's house. It seems helpful. I'm paranoid about Prom though... it's a month away, and the student government hasn't announced anything. But it should be on May 31st at the Hyatt Fisherman's Wharf. We're so broke, we can't afford the downtown Hyatt, apparently. Mom even let me get earrings, a bracelet, and shoes! ^_^ Hair will be done by Lida in a while. And I'll have to find out how much Lida charges for a bleach job, because after I graduate, I'm doing the blonde thing, but I might want to keep it for a while before I go blue for the con. The blue I use I want to be wash out though, since if I get the blonde professionally done, I'll like having it longer. But with brown eyebrows? BLAAH.
GLUED TO THE TUBE
What else is there? I've been missing so many of my favorite shows, I hate it. I've been nixing going to marathon nights anymore, the only thing I'm really missing is AMVs, and if they're so fantastic, I guess Niichan can/will tell me. I want to see part 2 of "Animatrix" though. ^_^ Speaking of AMVs, guess who calls me last night after all that shopping and eating (Mom and I went to Olive Garden afterwards and pigged out. I even got free Andes Candes, which are my FAVORITE CHOCO-MINT!!!)? MIKE! My battery was just about dead too, but I had great reception. So weird, since Stonestown is like, one of those places where I'd never NEED to call anyone from, because there's a bus going home, everyone at SFSU, and Mom at work or knowing where I am.
Enterprise and Angel were good tonight, though. And Angel's almost over-- next week is the season finale! ;_; AUGH! This means that Angel's appearance on Buffy's series finale will be AFTER the whole Angel-apocolyptic thing, right? How else could it all happen? I have to say though, I can't stand Cordelia. Even with Jasmine being behind the whole evil-in-me thing, I just... gaugh. When Cordy first started having a major role in the Angelverse, I was opposed to her and Angel hooking up. It was a) wrong and b) impossible. If anything, I was a major supporter of the Doyle/Cordy relationship. But after Doyle died (and you know, the actor did too! ;_; It's so sad!) I figured, okay, romance isn't a necessary component for these shows, we've all seen where they end up going. One person goes bad. One dies. One turns into a demon. One goes into a hell dimension. One ends up in a coma. You know the story-- romances never seem to end well. Even things like a change of heart or a better job option pull people out of "good" romances. The only romance that never had a real conclusion to it was Buffy and Angel's-- and I am still an incredible supporter of them.
I saw the Buffy preview for next week. I CANNOT MISS IT! ;_; I don't care if there's a whole series of LJs that are almost like reading into the minds of the Scoobies, I missed it! And by the time my BitTorrent finishes (and I hope it resumes, because it's only at 3% now and I have to GO!) it might be next week already! In any case, it looks like there's a lot of sex0rs going on. *snicker* But gah, Spike and Buffy? NO! Just to be clear here, the 'ships I 'ship for:
Buffy/Angel
Willow/Tara & Willow/Kennedy
Xander/Anya
Fred/Gunn
To be honest, I can't think of others. I don't like Xander/Andrew or Xander/Spike or Spike/Andrew 'ships. Maybe it's just because, oh, Xander and Spike (I don't know about Andrew... >_>) AREN'T GAY! GAAAAH!!! And as for Cordy, Wesley, Lorne, Dawn, and any others, I just think they're better off on their own. Cordy should finally realize her dream and break away from the cycle of Hellmouth-ishness, like she originally planned to. She's too much of a target either way, half-demon or not. She's been so impossible the past several Angel seasons. And Wesley? Well, he was a Watcher once. Then he was a rebel Demon Hunter, then the leader of Angel Investigations when Angel went nutso. So he can stay a leader, but part of him is always a rebel (the whole dead Lilah coming back thing? You know, I wish that were The First!) and should remain independent of those kind of things-- relationships. Serious ones, anyway. I can't say much on Lorne or Dawn's behalf though, there's just no one for them to pair with. Dawn and Andrew is cute, but statutory. -.-
Okay, I've babbled enough. There's a new original fanfiction I've written coming out soon, and maybe later I'll detail one of the weirdest dreams I've had in a while. Here's a question for you all to contemplate.
In a dream, what does Russia signify? If it's modern day Russia, the streets are mostly empty, two people see each other, all bundled up, and hug while it snows? More details so this makes sense later.
I'm not really tired though. I want to make layouts. I want to figure out what's up with the Parasite Eve layout I used, and I want to make my own, using that art of ParaEve like Vince has on that poster at his house. Maroon and black, with cream and light blue accents. ^_^ Yum. Mike likes it though, he said so. I never knew he visited my site. (maybe he was being sarcastic?) I'm flattered. I have to get Every Heart up though. Or is it already? I can't remember. Oh, and fanfiction for Kara Dalkey's "Little Sister" and "The Heavenward Path." I can't leave Mitsuko and Goranu alone. It's too perfect. It should be an epic anime.
(where the he-double-hockey-stick did I put that CD!?!??!!?)
TO DO:
Now I'm really going.
I'd love to just break down the whole weekend into a few simple words, but it never works out that way with someone like me. Tch. Here goes.
SUFFERING = SPIRIT
We had to be at school at 6am on Friday when the buses were scheduled to depart from school. Not ever having been on the Anaheim trip, I decided to take a chance and show up as early as I could (5:45, given that the school opened at 5:30) and therefore GET UP as early as possible. In actuality, that meant staying up all night. After FX, Joe and I went to Mel's with Cris-- where we dueled for a long time, and ate some of the time (my pancakes were spongy, so I didn't finish them) and even saw my mom on her date with some guy named Gary (*painful wince*).
Anyway, so I stayed up as long as I could, finally attempting a short nap from 3:30 to 4:30. At 4:30 I decided to get up and eat, packing what little else I didn't already have in my wheelie Smuggler suitcase and my narsty blue Jansport backpack. In other words, I stuffed a whole bag of Wheat Thins, roughly 1/4 of the huge "gallon-sized" box of Goldfish crackers, and a water-bottle-turned-iced-tea into one bag. I finally left around 5:00, thinking that was plenty of time to catch the 31 and get to school. I'd never stayed out that late downtown before, but all the same, in the wee early hours, those rarely-used buses always seemed to come quite often and move quite fast. WRONG. At that time of the morning, the buses were on the owl schedule, coming every half-hour only, and I'd just missed the 5:00 one. Or so I thought. It might just have been another bus running down Balboa, since when I finally had the brains to look at the schedule, the 31 didn't start running from the Ferries terminal until 5:21! YIKES! By the time I would have caught that bus and gotten to school, it would have been at LEAST 6:30! -.- So, despite my back problems and lack of enthusiasm for walking, I did just that-- down a dark, wet 14th Avenue to Geary. Once there, I was pacing like no tomorrow. The bus didn't come, and it was already 5:30, at least. So I started walking... and walking... and I made it all the way to 25th Ave, after several false alarms ("No Passengers" buses) before I caught a 38BX and got off at 30th Ave, over by Presidio, with Sung. And thank god he was on that bus, because my idiotic sciatica was acting up, my back was killing me, and I was carrying SO much stuff.
I was terrified of being late.
It ended up being more along the lines of wishing I had been, had gotten more sleep. Better than the cramped bus that came 3 HOURS LATE!. Yeah, you read right. The bus supposed to come at 6am didn't show up until 9am. And that was only the first bus. The other three buses didn't show up, pack up, and leave GWHS until after 9:30. Suffice it to say, we didn't make it to Anaheim on time for a night at Disneyland. What a waste of $90-- that's how much the 3 day park hopper pass was, and we only spent a few scant hours of Saturday and Sunday actually IN the parks. And it was the damned bus company's fault, so are we getting a refund? Probably not. Wasn't all that $330 sent to the Heritage Music Festivals, never to be returned? Most likely. Damnit.
And then the dreaded bus ride, when it finally came... we were cold, wet, and oh yeah, just remembered, I was on the bus with friggin' Leanne. She'd transferred onto our bus, and upon realizing *I* was on Bus 3, she goes "Ugh, I'm on the same bus as YOU?" when she was the one that transferred in the first place! She easily could have looked at the damned list and made a better decision, or even wiser, kept her fat mouth shut and NOT HAVE CARED. I'm sorry, but 10 hours in a bus with someone --best friend, acquaintance, or arch-nemesis-- will make you hate them EVEN MORE. I swear it.
We watched "Save the Last Dance," before going to the first rest stop-- there was a Taco Bell, and that was about it. I bought myself a scratcher at the gas station store, but they didn't have the Kodak Advantix film for my Elph mini-cam that I needed, so I resloved to buy it later on, at the hotel or something. I sat across from Jonathan Potter at Taco Bell, quietly munching away at my Taco Supremes and Cinnamon Twists (too crunchy) with Michelle Bates on my right. Ley me tell you-- she's annoying. There's a whole class of people that others, by defualt, won't get along with much. You know, those qualities in people that are NEVER desired-- ever? Like... oh, say, desperation, clinginess, neediness... maybe showing off, attitude, bitchiness, constant pessimsism about the world, unwillingness to change yourself or help others, trying to be too much like someone you're not, backstabbing... everyone on the bus around me possessed these traits. Why didn't I try to sit or room with some of the nicer, quieter girls I know and like, like Michelle An or Sarah Stevens? Why Michelle Bates? Because we're both damned outcasts and we had no one else. BLAH.
Anyway, she ended up talking shit about me on the bus when she thought I was asleep-- Jason Chow someone who, to put it simply, I don't like very much, was sitting behind us, and sort of instigated it by finding something to be irriatated at with everything I did, whether I was conscious or not. Case in point-- he got all hoity-toity when I tried to pull the shade down (it goes over two windows). But we were about to watch a movie, and there'd be glare on the tiny-arse screens... not to mention I wanted to sleep. I hate him. He's so trivial to it all though. And what do I care, I'm leaving next year. But then he was bitching to Michelle about me because I put my seat back.
*ahem*
1) the seats are meant to go back for a reason.
2) if you feel cramped (as I did multiple times, since I NEVER was allowed to sit in the very front seats of the bus, and to be honest, wouldn't want to) then just put YOUR seat back. it's a big inconviencing cycle.
And what good does complaining about it to my fat seatmate do, anyway? It's not like she could reach over and adjust it, and even if she tried, not like she'd succeed. Besides, bitching about how I sleep and such... what a waste of time. She said she wished her cat were there with her on the bus so she could claw my back open. Lovely.
You know, I'm sick of recalling the weekend. I should have finished this entry ages ago, when everything was still fresh in my mind, and I wanted to recall it. But I don't, not anymore. There's a bit of summary left I want to cover... I did have fun at Disneyland and CA Adventure, and I definitely want to go back sometime soon. Maybe like Joe suggested, in the winter. I'd love to go with Mom on another vacation, and it'd be a great way to spend Christmas, maybe with Jill and them. =) It's not like I've seen Nikki in a while, and I'm sure Ed (please tell me I have my own baby 2nd cousin's name right!) is big now!
Damnit, I just had it... I need to clean my room, because I can't even find the Disneyland/CAAD map that I left somewhere on my desk just a few days ago. I remember a few of the rides I went on though... the huge rollercoaster at CAAD in all the commercials? It was a BLAST! And the line wasn't that long either. But I mean... wow. I want to go on that over and over and over. It was SO FUN. You don't go around the Mickey-ears though. There was also this huge swing-thing, like at carnivals, called the Orange Stinger. And a Ferris Wheel that freaked me out, since it was the first time I was in one of the moving gondolas. I kept trying to drop pennies into the water, but they all landed on the metal bars. -.-;
There was also 'Matterhorn' at Disneyland, and we went on that at night just before the awards ceremony-- we meaning me, Rochelle, Nana, and Alicia. Rochelle and Alicia are a blast to go on rides with, but Nana just never stops complaining. She's such a pessimist, she can't even enjoy herself at Disneyland. Admittedly, when she really started it annoying me, it was around the time when all the rides were breaking down, and I was getting sunburned and broke... but... >_> Blah.
I can't remember all the rides' names, but they were fun. The awards ceremony was hilarious, even if it was cramped and dark and noisy because of the idiotic Clovis students behind us. I half wish that Lowell or Lincoln HAD been there, because it would have been better than those stupid Canadian middle school students who had the gall to ask us "what part of China are you guys from?" (since our student body is primarily Asian) or the overly noisy Clovis people, who, according to Rochelle, are our rivals at every Heritage Festival. Lincoln High from San Jose won most of the awards, those snipes, and the spirit award went to those stupid Canadian kids because one of their violinists broke a string in a solo and kept going. I'm sorry, but THAT'S NOT SPIRIT. *sigh*
First Ladies (my choral group) - Bronze (I don't get the grading/scoring system... we got Bronze, but not 1st, 2nd, or 3rd place)
Show Choir - Silver 2nd
Chamber Choir - Silver
According to Rochelle, the absolute worst weekend vacation she's ever been on. I hate to think I might have had something to do with it being so terrible. For my part, I'm so glad she let me hang out with her, and that even though she didn't want to go to the awards ceremony, she did anyway, since everyone elected her as the most dedicated and serious member of Chamber choir. And going on rides the next day was fun... Indiana Jones the night of the awards ceremony was my first ride, and I was giddy. Rochelle and I had gone to get Alicia snacks, and came back, and the line moved up immensely. -.- We had to be somewhat rude/sneaky while looking for them, and Rochelle had to call to find where they were in the line. But since I have no qualms about "catching up with friends" (in a place like Disneyland, that's what it's ALL about. Complaining gets you nowhere.) we got up with them pretty quick, waited another 40 minutes or so, and JAA-JAA! Indiana Jones-funness! ^_^ The bamboo there is real, too.
Had Chinese ordered from a place open till 2am. Enjoyed being less than 20 yards from a Red Robin *and* a Target. Maybe I should move to Anaheim. *snicker*
Tomorrow's supposed to be busy, and because I've taken so gloriously long in doing this, I haven't really posted much about the past couple of days. I'd claim I was going to try and catch up later, but looking at this, you know I won't; I'll end up forgetting about something.
So I'll keep going, and you'll have to forgive me for the extremely long entry... but it's what I do.
Translating Hinata 120% is a lot harder than I thought. My Japanese is so rusty, and I need help with a lot of it, but there's not many people I can ask. Maybe one -Taisuke- if I'm lucky. I can't ask Sensei, since it would be weird, rude, and selfish, given that he's not my teacher anymore, and he's probably very busy. I'm on Page 12 of romanizing now, out of 40. -.- Goddess save me. Just romanizing without the actual manga in hand is a pain.
You know, I haven't gotten that postcard from Kinokuniya about Volume 2 yet... maybe it hasn't been long enough. But speaking of things SUPPOSED to be mailed to me, I never got all that Citibank stuff. Damnit, I want my account already! I want my Converse, and all these books, and... ;_; I'm just so needy and selfish. I need to clean my room first, that's what I need. There's so much to recycle, throw out, and give away. I should make a day of it, but then there's even more that I have to do outside of my own silly bedroom. Like Hinata, like my fanfics, like movie premieres, like birthday parties, graduation, and... and... geez.
PROM DRESSES AND CON COSTUMES
I got my prom dress the other day. It's too good to describe, but I will tell people-- it's not red. Shocking, isn't it? Mom wouldn't stop waxing about how good I look in red, but the two red dresses I tried on... well, they just didn't work. Most of the red ones at Nicole's were the strapless ones, and since I don't have much of a chest (*sigh* feel free to argue otherwise, I'm a sucker for compliments, even weird ones) I couldn't attempt those. But the one I got looks nice... once I clear up my skin ALL OVER. Stupid Pan-Oxyl bar or something, burns the skin right off my face is what it does. -.- I want that little blackhead vaccum I saw at Amber's house. It seems helpful. I'm paranoid about Prom though... it's a month away, and the student government hasn't announced anything. But it should be on May 31st at the Hyatt Fisherman's Wharf. We're so broke, we can't afford the downtown Hyatt, apparently. Mom even let me get earrings, a bracelet, and shoes! ^_^ Hair will be done by Lida in a while. And I'll have to find out how much Lida charges for a bleach job, because after I graduate, I'm doing the blonde thing, but I might want to keep it for a while before I go blue for the con. The blue I use I want to be wash out though, since if I get the blonde professionally done, I'll like having it longer. But with brown eyebrows? BLAAH.
GLUED TO THE TUBE
What else is there? I've been missing so many of my favorite shows, I hate it. I've been nixing going to marathon nights anymore, the only thing I'm really missing is AMVs, and if they're so fantastic, I guess Niichan can/will tell me. I want to see part 2 of "Animatrix" though. ^_^ Speaking of AMVs, guess who calls me last night after all that shopping and eating (Mom and I went to Olive Garden afterwards and pigged out. I even got free Andes Candes, which are my FAVORITE CHOCO-MINT!!!)? MIKE! My battery was just about dead too, but I had great reception. So weird, since Stonestown is like, one of those places where I'd never NEED to call anyone from, because there's a bus going home, everyone at SFSU, and Mom at work or knowing where I am.
Enterprise and Angel were good tonight, though. And Angel's almost over-- next week is the season finale! ;_; AUGH! This means that Angel's appearance on Buffy's series finale will be AFTER the whole Angel-apocolyptic thing, right? How else could it all happen? I have to say though, I can't stand Cordelia. Even with Jasmine being behind the whole evil-in-me thing, I just... gaugh. When Cordy first started having a major role in the Angelverse, I was opposed to her and Angel hooking up. It was a) wrong and b) impossible. If anything, I was a major supporter of the Doyle/Cordy relationship. But after Doyle died (and you know, the actor did too! ;_; It's so sad!) I figured, okay, romance isn't a necessary component for these shows, we've all seen where they end up going. One person goes bad. One dies. One turns into a demon. One goes into a hell dimension. One ends up in a coma. You know the story-- romances never seem to end well. Even things like a change of heart or a better job option pull people out of "good" romances. The only romance that never had a real conclusion to it was Buffy and Angel's-- and I am still an incredible supporter of them.
I saw the Buffy preview for next week. I CANNOT MISS IT! ;_; I don't care if there's a whole series of LJs that are almost like reading into the minds of the Scoobies, I missed it! And by the time my BitTorrent finishes (and I hope it resumes, because it's only at 3% now and I have to GO!) it might be next week already! In any case, it looks like there's a lot of sex0rs going on. *snicker* But gah, Spike and Buffy? NO! Just to be clear here, the 'ships I 'ship for:
Buffy/Angel
Willow/Tara & Willow/Kennedy
Xander/Anya
Fred/Gunn
To be honest, I can't think of others. I don't like Xander/Andrew or Xander/Spike or Spike/Andrew 'ships. Maybe it's just because, oh, Xander and Spike (I don't know about Andrew... >_>) AREN'T GAY! GAAAAH!!! And as for Cordy, Wesley, Lorne, Dawn, and any others, I just think they're better off on their own. Cordy should finally realize her dream and break away from the cycle of Hellmouth-ishness, like she originally planned to. She's too much of a target either way, half-demon or not. She's been so impossible the past several Angel seasons. And Wesley? Well, he was a Watcher once. Then he was a rebel Demon Hunter, then the leader of Angel Investigations when Angel went nutso. So he can stay a leader, but part of him is always a rebel (the whole dead Lilah coming back thing? You know, I wish that were The First!) and should remain independent of those kind of things-- relationships. Serious ones, anyway. I can't say much on Lorne or Dawn's behalf though, there's just no one for them to pair with. Dawn and Andrew is cute, but statutory. -.-
Okay, I've babbled enough. There's a new original fanfiction I've written coming out soon, and maybe later I'll detail one of the weirdest dreams I've had in a while. Here's a question for you all to contemplate.
In a dream, what does Russia signify? If it's modern day Russia, the streets are mostly empty, two people see each other, all bundled up, and hug while it snows? More details so this makes sense later.
I'm not really tired though. I want to make layouts. I want to figure out what's up with the Parasite Eve layout I used, and I want to make my own, using that art of ParaEve like Vince has on that poster at his house. Maroon and black, with cream and light blue accents. ^_^ Yum. Mike likes it though, he said so. I never knew he visited my site. (maybe he was being sarcastic?) I'm flattered. I have to get Every Heart up though. Or is it already? I can't remember. Oh, and fanfiction for Kara Dalkey's "Little Sister" and "The Heavenward Path." I can't leave Mitsuko and Goranu alone. It's too perfect. It should be an epic anime.
(where the he-double-hockey-stick did I put that CD!?!??!!?)
TO DO:
- Buy Nihongo PeraPera
- Buy Barron's Japanese Verbs Guide
- Finish 1-20 (AT LEAST!) of Hinata 120%
- Find out what the hell is up with my Citibank card
- Get my CCSF 'college pak'
- Layouts, fanfics, etc. (Ely has permission to kill me for not having time to write her an engagement fic. I spaced when it came to the Road Trip, and April was a very busy month for me. I'm so ashamed-- not fit to be a Bus Mama! Cori should be!!)
- Find out what the heck is up with my Prom dress
- Finish all that stupid Pride and Prejudice work
- Work on the paper! It's the last one!! ;_; FOR THE NEXT YEAR!!
- Go to the former Pizza Joint, now Wash House Pizza and thank the owners for supporting high school journalism. Buy a pizza.
- Clean my room.
- Get my Rena cape made by either Helena or Mark. Buy the socks and make the necklace and sash. Buy a long-sleeved turtleneck and slice the sleeves, and use trim to make the red lines.
Now I'm really going.
