::Revenge of the Japogerms::

This morning, on this day, one third of my weekend days, I woke up early. Eight, to be exact. Though I woke up NOT from an alarm or Kai, it was sort of disappointing. Am I not supposed to sleep in on weekends? Not that this even matters; I had to wake up early regardless because I had to shower, eat breakfast, dash to my room with Kai to change into lolita clothes, meet Glenni and run to Building 58 waaaaay out in the middle of nowhere; though that's not true, it's only a block past my Japanese class, but it is also about two blocks from Building 35, which is a little over a mile from my room. Ew.
That is aside from the point, and a very long sentence with two semicolons. Is that grammatically allowed?
Kai, Glenni and I went to talk to Holly White, who is also the twin to my not-Aunt Nancy. They are identical, except not even related in any blood matter. Holly White. The lady a person at CSUMB goes to if he or she would like to study abroad in some foreign country--for example, Germany. And we all know that we, the awesome trio of awesomeness, plus our pet Secret-Fantasy-Asian, want to go to Germany.
I like that I could be saying this in one sentence, and yet I am not. Why? Because, you see, I am a weirdo.
"Today, Kai, Glenni and I went to see Holly White about going to study abroad in Germany."
Isn't that much simpler?
Hmmmm... *Kai heeeeeer* hijacked... ka-ching-ka-pow... take that blog... ahhhh!!!! *avoids an accident* hijacking really gets your nerves going! *dodges a few cop cards* great... they found me!!! Blue!!! take back control before I crash and kill us!!!!
..What. Um. Hi, people. Blue here. Kai went crazy when I asked if he wanted to say anything on my blog. Back to the main plot, yes?
Nothing really super-exciting happened. We were asked why Germany, and then Holly White (to whom I keep referring with her full name) told us which classes she recommends we take next semester so we don't have to take them in Germany, or when we get back. Then she told us that we may be better off in Sweden. The problem with going to Sweden, though, is that our school doesn't have a language proficiency test for Swedish. Honestly, I'd.. prefer Sweden. Sweden and Norway.. I love them. And fika would probably be awesome--but, then, so would having a breakfast of bread, pastries, and cold meats and cheeses, which is in Germany. Or so I hear. The only thing German I've experienced, other than a portion of my blood, is the awesome dessert, German Chocolate Squares. This is only German from the German chocolate cake mix used for it. And is mix in a box really German? I think not.
I lied. I have also experienced Milka bars, which I recommend to anyone. Delicious.
looks like we're going to Germany.
Will: (singsong) Bullets, bullets, bullets--
Shane: (also singsong) Bullets, bullets, bullets, I make them out of clay. When they're hard and ready, with bullets I will play.

Love and other indoor sports (like cracking glowsticks for hours upon hours of glow-tastic fun),
Blue Disastrous

..Once, a glowstick exploded in my mouth. I remember how it tasted, on the inside. I should probably stop cracking them with my teeth. But it's so fun..

::Zombification!::

Ho, shat, people! Has it really been so long since the last entry? I believe so. But I am not dead! Err, maybe a zombie, but not dead.

AHHH THERE'S A FISH STARING AT ME!! Oh wait. It's just my son, Frankie (full name Franklin Shoelace McCunningham the Third the Second). He is enjoying making his bubble nest at the moment. Silly, spazzy fish. He was added to the family right after we went to the Japanese restaurant, actually (full of Asian people who didn't know any drop of the language at all). The food was amazing, by the way.

What they don't tell you in high school is how generous people you don't even know can be when they find out you're graduating. I swear, relatives back in Kansas who didn't even know I existed at this point sent me quite large checks. Very crazy, I'd say.

And so, my summer so far has been filled with shopping, cleaning and endless hours of Onimusha and Kingdom Hearts and such. Don't you just love simplifying the house? So much more room, now.. I CAN SEE MY CLOSET FLOOR. I can actually walk around in it. Which is amazing.

Ahh anyway.. There isn't any other news, other than the fact that my twin is missing until mid-July. But not to dwell, this boat runs on happy faces.

And now.. It's time to catch up on everyone's blogs.

Love and other indoor sports (like wrestling with dust bunnies, of course),

Blue Disastrous

::Rockin' the Night Away::

Gyah. So I snapped awake when I heard a super-loud bang, almost explosion-status. And immediately after was the quake. I freaked out. A few minutes later came another bang and another quake.

And now, I am scared to sleep. So I'm here, blogging, since I've neglected to do so.

Yesterday (or, er, Friday) was my graduation. And really, it still hasn't sunk in that I have no school now. Which is a bit odd.

What is up with the high school planning the graduation at the start of a Memorial Day WEEKEND?! Do they not take into consideration those of us coming from an hour away to the school?! I was almost an hour late due to traffic (as well as two detours to pick up guests, but we left in plenty of time). So icky. The traffic.

Er, anyway. I got there. I had a gold cord shoved into my hand. Yay for a 3.0 (or somewhere higher, though lower than 3.5 since I wasn't called up for that, buu).

The ceremony was.. er. Interesting? I dunno, the speeches were great, in my opinion. Some were funny. Others made me dig my nails into my palms because I didn't want to cry. After all, Sheelah was filming this all, and I was in the front row.

There were singers. Two for the national anthem. One of which was good, the other seemingly had stage fright at the last second and barely tried and that made their voices clash and our ears bleed. The same happened with the choir at the end. Some were good, others not so much.

But one girl sang The Climb in the middle of the ceremony and was amazing. Why couldn't she have sung the other songs, hm? Ah, well.

The highlight of this whole thing, other than getting my fake-diploma (I suppose my name is Sample Diploma?), was the amount of people who came for me.

+Mum, of course

+Jordan, thank gooses

+Grandma, who was excited I was graduating on her birthday

+Kai, who was more excited than I

+Vince, who cheered the loudest (er, or I just heard him the best, I dunno)

+Matt, whose card he gave me made me want to cry

+Aunt Dee

+Aunt Cherie and Uncle Chico

+"Aunt" Nancy and John

+KEN, LAURA AND JASON

Now, I haven't seen my brother, Ken, or his wife and son for nearly.. actually, over a year now. And Jason is almost two. He has no clue who I am, just this girl with purple-blue hair. That was sad. But I was so happy they came for me. I totally stopped and ran out of the group of us grads, who were supposed to be exiting at this point, and just.. ditched them all. To hug my brother. It was amazing.

Though, it reminded me that my dad wasn't there. And that was, and still is, painful. He didn't care enough to see me.

That's done with, though. Nothing else to do about it.

Today, or, er, yesterday, Kai and his dad picked me up and we went to San Jose to go to an awesome card shop. I actually saw a Black Lotus. I squeed. I'm silly. Kai sold a few cards to get almost 80$ in store credit, which he used to buy a small stack of cards to almost complete his newest deck. Oh, the shinies.. Oh, the full art.. They are glorious.

We passed right by Fanime, too. Tons of people. Even a Tetris block. Yeah. Beat that.

Later today, my Aunt Cherie and Uncle Chico are treating our immediate family (as well as Kai and their daughter's boyfriend) to dinner for Grandma's birthday at a Japanese restaurant. I wonder vaguely how much Kai will totally pwn my family in speaking, and if anyone there actually speaks Japanese.. Either way--they'll have chopsticks, and Kai won't have to use a knife as his primary eating utensil.

Monday, we'd better be able to see each other. 1 3/4 years. Kanpai!

Love and other indoor disasters (such as, say, a postage-stamp double room),

葵

P.S. Dick Clark likes whipped cream. A lot. It was all over his chin and whiskers.

::The River Monster Returns::

Oi! I've been gone so long, it was getting easier and easier to NOT blog! Ahaha how crazy!

So what was the last I'd left everyone at, hm? Ah yes, utter peril, woe-is-me with pain and basically mental chaos.

THIS HAS ALL CHANGED.

..Except not the pain, but shh it's all good.

Because I will NOT be homeless yet live in a shopping cart. It appears I can pull off miracles and complete tasks way above average through everything. That's right. I AM GRADUATING ON FRIDAY. And everyone's invited. Just, er, if you're coming, latch onto a kid who looks like they have no people. Because--ho shat!--we're only allowed ten guests. Oopsie.

The unofficial summer break so far has been awesome as oh-possums.

I kidnapped Kai and we took a looong trip to Sacramento to attend my Fetus Buddeh's jazz fest performance. She plays oodles of poodles of brass instruments. She can blow that brass like nobody's business. Sheesh. But eh, she came equipped with suspenders and a trumpet for this performance.

EVERYONE IS SO TALENTED. I swear! You'd think these peoples were like, I dunno, in their fifties as far as experience and skill goes. Mind-blowing. Or, at least it seemed that way to me.

My Fetus Buddeh is awesome as an oh-possum and I love her to bits. And she's going to be playing in another jazz fest soon. The one Molly Ringwald will be at. That lucky batch of cookies. I'd have kittens.

Hmmz. So what else happened?

I cried during my portfolio presentation? And that gave me a better score? These teachers must be Froot Loops. But they're awesome anyway. Though they hijacked my binder and drove it to the desk, where I presume it is right now.

OH MY DOG. WILL THEY READ THE CRAPSICLE FIRST-DRAFT SCRIPT?!

The world may never know. Or, it will perhaps. I'll get back to that tomorrow. Er, today. Geez. It's 1:23am. At least it's fun enough to be in order.

Errr oh. Yes. So, Kai is home now. I like this, bunches. It means he is kidnap-able, and also available for any Disastrous shenanigans. If I disappear any more, blame him. Also, look for a tent somewhither close to Livermore.

Shat! What else has happened? It seems like it's been AGES since I've updated this blog (and playlist--I'll do that now, as well as change its auto-play setting to NOTto-play. Er.) and yet.. Nothing's happened. Not really.

Reading everyone's blogs really helps, though, with any funky mindset I get into. Or just for entertainment purposes. Tis very interesting to get a peek into the lives of others, without getting caught up in that stalking business. Very messy stuff, I tell you.

Aw, shat. I must clean up the mess in and about my room. I totally forgot about my attempt at packing earlier.. Well, duty calls.

Love and other indoor sports (such as, you know, scaling mountains of crap that's been around for nine years),

Blue Disastrous

::And Now, My Day::

All righty then! After totally ranting forever, I feel mostly better. So, that's good.

A quick blog-update, about the actual technical and not-content stuff, I am working out a custom layout, getting music to put up, tabs linking to other relevant things, possible "theme" entries (as lame as that sounds), and other cool things like that. I'm pretty excited about that.

Also, my graduation party-planning is SO underway. That's pretty exciting too. Now, if only I could get Via Coma to respond.. Cough.

Anyway! Today--well, yesterday now, so Thursday, yep, Thursday, okay, that's all settled--I woke up at 7:30 AM (a HUGE surprise, like eight hours early for me, right?) with intent to meet Matt at the BART at 10. Well, we were all some random number of minutes late, but that didn't make much difference. We were going to Japantown, after all.

ALL ALONE.

I know, I'm shocked too. Of course, I still got the whole list of things NOT to do; don't make eye contact, don't sit by shady people on the BART, don't talk about money, don't talk to any seedy-looking people, don't you DARE take your sweatshirt off, Brittany Rose, I will NOT have you showing your belly--in my defense, it perfectly covers my belly.. if I keep pulling it down during the day. But I wear a jacket anyway. Ah, times.

So we were off, Tiger and I. We were bubbly excited. I took off my kitty hat and got a few looks from people--oi, my head had just exploded in pink. Anyway, we brushed up on our Japanese on the way. We failed to hold our breath going under the tunnels (come on, there were stops IN the tunnels). Mostly we caught up, and people-watched with our sharks, Jessie and James. Meowth is missing, again, by the by.

We got off at Powell Street. Phase One--done. Only, we got slightly side-tracked by the mall. Well, I sort of dragged him in. But, it's so.. nine-story-y! It is awesome. We took some pictures (which I am too lazy to upload, nyan, nyan) and left. Phase Two was in progress.

Japantown, I estimate, is only a bit over a mile from the Powell Street BART stop. Maybe.. Let me check. One point six miles. That didn't seem so far to us. And why would we want to waste a good dollar or so on bus fare when we could walk? After all, buses smell and have weird people and stopped at random places. Surely we'd get lost. Plus, it's so.. unsanitary!!

Anyway. An hour and a half of straight climbing up gigantic hills, we were sweaty, tired, and SO relieved to see the little waving Japantown flags. We were there!

Phase Three--mall. And then began our exploring. We had a three-hour time limit, unfortunately, but it was okay. We went to nearly every shop; the kimono shop, stationery shops, furniture shops, and a lot of candy shops, trinket shops, and oh-my-goodness delicious-smelling inscence shops. Matt had to stop our excursion for one of his beloved lychee pearl drinks. Blechk.

And then we realised--oh, shat! We had forty minutes to eat and start heading back. So, still a bit of time, but not much. We popped into the other side of the mall. There weren't many shops we were interested in--only one, actually. A little supermarket. It was adorable, as were the Japanese people who were (duh) fluently speaking in Japanese amongst themselves. We were so jealous.

Then, right as we walked out, to the right, we found the perfect restaurant. Phase Four. A sushi bar. Finally, I was getting my beloved sushi. Sake (salmon) nagiri. YUM. Matt got shrimp tempura (shouldn't it be tenpura, in Japanese?) and some sort of weird sushi.. Anyway, it was delicious. All washed down with oodles of soy sauce and two Cokes. The ice cubes, I feel I must mention, were ADORABLE. They were like, PERFECT small cubes, about the size of.. erm.. my keyboard keys! Yeah! And they were completely clear. It was awesome.

Except then, somehow, a small dollop of undiluted wasabi got into my sushi. I didn't know this. I ate the whole thing. This was my first--and hopefully LAST--experience with wasabi. My head nearly exploded. Spicy and I don't mix. At all.

So, after that whole ordeal (そおいしいでした！) we went back to the supermarket. I had been craving some MOUSE (actually small, cocoa-dusted chocolate mousse squares by Meltyblend, OOH I DO recommend them) all day, so I had to get some. Also, a bento box, which is priced as 3.80$ on Jbox, but was 1.50$ at the supermarket. I could have so bought two. My bento collection is happily growing. It's rather exciting.

Anyway, after that, we went across the street and popped into a store dedicated to origami. NYAN. All the paper was so pretty. It made me wish I could fold something other than stars and weird stackable claw-beak things. They didn't even had any star paper! Or, maybe we just didn't see any. It wasn't on my mind at the time.

We found a sign outside that had a kitty and, duh, said, "ねこ" and it was so cute. Obviously I had to take a picture with it. But then--

HO SHAT!

We had to go back. Into Phase Five. Going back. And, of course, going back was all uphill too. Sigh. But then we hit the peak of the hill, and it was basically running all the way down. We made it back in half an hour! That's better than my P.E. mile time. Really!

So then, Phase Six--wandering. We went back into the nine-story mall. People-watched. Hot Topic to scan ze card. Then out to get a cup-bowl-cone of frozen yogurt, which I had to slurp and get a brain freeze, noticing we were late.

Phase Seven--BART again. We were going home.

Today was an exciting adventure. Except the part of fearing for our lives walking to Japantown and back. But hey! It was a great experience. I hope this happens again sometime soon. And we WILL speak Japanese.. We WILL!!

Love and other indoor sports (like doing the wasabi-dance),

Blue Disastrous

::Thank POODLES::

FINALLY I have caught up on blogs. It has taken that long to get through all the entries to all the blogs I have subscribed to from that one random.. one-week period? Er, the time when I was away from Blogger for a while. Yeah.

But no, I am not the type to just skip over all those entries. I won't ignore the all the work put into blogging, because obviously I blog too, and it means a lot to me when people take the time to read. (Though I'm not sure why, I don't say anything so interesting..)

You know what I find interesting? When I take a break to go to the bathroom, as I am unfortunately a human, and I get back to about six messages with a couple asking where I've gone. I was only gone a minute! Honestly.. Yes, I do love my people. Which is why I'm known for texting back immediately. Weirdness.

Happy Zombie Cria Day! Yesterday, that is. Was. Of course I am sitting here eating my purple Peeps (one has a random eye on its head) and dark chocolate and all. But also, I am enjoying my bright hair.

I would post a picture, but I want to wait for something better than what I currently have. So ha. But it is extremely similar to Jeffree Star's.

..Oh.. my.. dog.. I totally refreshed my Blogger homepage to find a bunch of new entries. Lovely! I shall read them now.

*Later*

So, I read them. Do I regret it? Yes and no. One particular entry brought up an old issue and while I do think of it often, I do shove it aside and purposely forget it. Now I am not. But moving on.

Saturday was fun. Vince and I walked a long way, first stopping at a field over overgrown bushes and yellow flowers. It was pretty cool, but I was kind of afraid a random creature would pop out and eat me. So on we went, until we got to that one side of Schulte, with the ditch with a "creek" and all those trees and whatnot. Turns out, there were no dead bodies. I was shocked.

We spent a few hours there, experimenting with what I will call "photo art". We both semi-failed, but we did get some good shots out of it.

Anyway, we ended up taking off to the mall when two raccoons scared the artistic vision out of me. So, to the mall! To Hot Topic! To Best Buy! To the World Market!

Only, Mum and Grandma were there. We were not supposed to go anywhere they were, as they were getting Easter surprises. We snuck around like creeps. Vince ended up getting tea (which smelled nasty; I forced him to stay away a bit because it was so bad), and then we decided to leave. Only, Mum was near the entrance. For sure we were going to get caught. So we crouched down, weaving in and out of displays, and darted out the door. Only one of the ladies at the counter saw us.

Right outside we were stopped. Ho. Shat. Before she could say anything, we both started half-shouting, "We didn't steal anything! We didn't steal! We have nothing! We were trying to not be seen by someone! We don't have anything! We didn't steal!" Things like that. Vince even offered we turn out our pockets. Like Snape. Or something.

But then the lady says, "No, I just wanted to know what you got." Gesturing to his tea. Sure, lady. I'm sure that's exactly what you wanted to know. Two dark teens darting out of a store, suspiciously glancing over their shoulders to see if they were being caught (by Mum)? Sure, lady.

Yesterday was interesting. I woke up at a somewhat-normal time. But of course, I immediately felt ridiculously sick, and I fell asleep on the couch right after looking through my Easter basket. Which was awesome, by the way. Stuffed full of socks, dark chocolate, purple Peeps, my traditional Long Ears chocolate bunny, a dark bunny, and my own set of adorable ceramic measuring spoons. And a llama! Another for my family of llamas.

I woke up later to find my Aunt Connie and Erica had just arrived. Yes, I know saying "my Aunt Connie.." should be grammatically incorrect. But I mean they are MINE, so ha. Not just a general "this is my aunt, this is my cousin". Meh, whatever, now I'm just rambling.

Very shortly after, I took a shower while Erica gave everyone haircuts. Then it was my turn. The whole day was consumed by hair stuff, catching up, and watching the Blindside while eating dinner. All in all, a good day. And yes, I am eating the leftovers now! Delicious, tender pork.. Oh! Yum!

It is now five days into Script Frenzy, and I am still on page three. Today, I am supposed to be on page seventeen to be on track. Well, ha! Take that, goal! I am going to feign failure, and come out victorious after all!

Well, I can only hope.

Still, deaths, car crash, Lulu, abusive father, mental scars.. Nearly to the first mention of Adrienne hearing a guiding voice. The story is totally taking on a life of its own, and it is way warped from my original nightmare. It is truly amazing.

As well as the human mind. That is all I shall say about that.

As of now (well, when I post this entry), I shall be whoring my blog. Who wants to follow, ne?

Love and other indoor sports (like.. Paso Doble?),

Blue Disastrous

::Fail.::

That's right. DevianTART has changed everyone's avatar to Team Edward, Jacob, Gaga, and Seeker (no, not a cool Harry Potter Seeker, one of the stupid "seekers" from Twilight).

Sigh. Joking aside, today is the first day of Screnzy.

..AND I'M ALREADY BEHIND.

Of course. I'm only on page one.. of three. Three! Three and a third pages are all that is needed per day in order to reach the goal of one hundred pages. I'll make it up tomorrow, I swear..

Today it really sunk in (well, to my mum, really) that I will be graduating in a couple of months. So what does mum do? Calls the Super Team of us Brown women (and Wray, shh!) to start planning a party. Cake!! I've asked Via Coma to come play, and grab some food and such, so we'll see about that. Also, I have made my list and I'm checking it twice.. I am Sandy Paws, after all. I hope it will turn out to be a somewhat-non-boring party. I know nothing about parties.

Hm. I am very excited. First off, I've plans, and that never happens!! Er, actually, I've said that for the past few months and life is proving me wrong, so I'll keep on saying it.

Anyway. Slight chance of seeing Vince again for a test, and for.. awesomeness. Duh. Twin vibe.

Possible chance at maybe seeing my Fetus Buddeh?

Sunday, my cousin and aunt are coming over, and I'm getting bleach and colour, FINALLY!!

And then will come working hard on schoolwork and my screenplay and seeing Kai and somehow fitting sewing in somewhere.

Also, I like bananas.

And questionable Chinese food. And now I must change rooms.

--

THAT took a VERY long time. Forty minutes. But I did other stuff as well. Random stuff. Like noticing the towel on the real rack smells like my cat after rain (not awful, no matter how bad it sounds). And taking my measurements.

I'VE SHRUNK.

Before::36-27-36

Currently::34-26-33

How'd that happen?! However, I like it. Now, if only to get those numbers nice and even.. Almost there. And don't call me crazy! I'm not complaining. Just want to shape up. And do it well. So ha.

Anyway, I think it is time to get back to writing Tunnels. Which is the official unofficial title. Now it is technically "tomorrow", so now I've got to get to six and two-thirds pages before next midnight strikes.

Wish me luck.

Love and other indoor sports (like bed-dancing),

Blue Disastrous

P.S. Bed-dancing is not the same as the aforementioned "Love".

P.P.S Kai still hasn't written since he's been back.

P.P.P.S. This makes me a very sad kitty.

P.P.P.P.S. Also, I've been awarded a Cal Grant and I can't believe I didn't mention it!!

P.P.P.P.P.S. Apparently I like the whole "P.S." thing.

::Is That a Kitty?::

No, in fact, it was/is an otter. Sadly.

Anyway! Today was/is the thirteenth. I got to spend mooost of the day fully with Kai. It was amazing. Not only the morning, then later Magic (even though the only time I won was because he made a mistake and even said so.. >_>)..

But! Today was/is Reception Day! For all the new Otters. You know how it is. So basically most of it was a waste of time. Kai just took Mum and I around CSUMB and gave us a mini-tour. It was good enough. Then we ended up at the TAT building, and I am SO glad we did.

Not just because of the hat order, either.

The presentation for Teledramatic Arts and Technology completely made me change my mind. See, I was the ONLY Integrated Studies Special Major out of nearly seven hundred incoming freshmen.. but now I want to declare TAT as my official major. Because it is awesome. More awesome than OH-possums, and that is just not even possible. Physics says so. "Physics" is singular because it is a singular subject, nyan?

Anyway, I am now absolutely excited to just skip the whole summer and go straight into what I seriously hope are going to be the best years of my life. Everyone says they'll be. All cliché-y and such. But really, I am very excited to begin learning how to get the horror stories out of my head.. which sounds a lot worse than it actually is.

And I really, really hope there will be some fellow Harry Potter enthusiasts in my year. Hufflepuffs, preferably. But we'll see.

Love and other indoor sports (NOT like o!quid),

Blue Disastrous

::NO DINNAH FO YOU::

Okay, so that last post was overdramatic. But really, there are too many things going on.

All I want is for my first fee to get cleared so I can start my housing application, an email telling me what to do about Careers, for my Cal Grants GPA form gets sent safely, to pass Chemistry, and to force time to go faster. But the only way to do that (well, the last one) is to sleep the time away, though I'd be messing up my future. Because the second-to-last goal would not even have a chance to become real.

TOO MANY POKEMANS CARDS!!

I found them. There are tons. I want to make a list, but now.. I must sleep.

Love and other indoor sports (like boot-stomping),

Blue Disastrous

::Non-Stick Surfaces::

Aaand I'm back! Sheesh. Anyway, forward!

So Matt and I went to see Avatar, and cut into the somewhat-front of the line. Which is pictured below. It was, as my grandma says, ridiculous.
After the movie, we went to BN across the parking lot, which was hectic as usual. Which is why I stole a piece of Matt's cookie without his notice. Much. MY COOKIE.
Soon we found out that love does exist in every creature..
..and that, indeed, It DOES Fit.
Exciting, no?! Apparently not, as a random old guy with a random fluffy snickerpoodle glared at our enthusiasm. Sheesh. What a party pooper.
At the end of our visit, we began making faces at our parents, who were talking and talking.. and talking, and talking, and talking..

Migraine faces?


After THAT whole eventful day, I went to spend what was left of the evening with Kai. Except then we got hungry. So, on to Savemart! Where I successfully stole many pictures with my camera that no one heard turning on, and Kai always would make a face at this. Like so.
I think he secretly likes being a supermodel.. What do you think? An awkward self-check-out later, we went back to his house to make our delicious meal.. of chikkin nuggets shaped like dinosaurs. This picture is before the watering hole was added, but you get the idea.
Boredom.. Mistaking Kai's knee for cake.. and then getting a message from Mum telling me it was time to leave. Figures.
Another day, another adventure. I'm not quite sure WHY we went to the Modesto mall.. Was it coming back from Aunt Nancy's on New Year's fiiiirst day? Something like that. It was a fun day, that's all I remember. We got some knock-off Fantasy Belts and Sixlets and Runts from the candy store, where we found these excellent Gummi Red Lobsters.
Later that day, or maybe it was the next day, or some day.. Er, anyway, we got around to watching the Notebook, which successfully made me cry a few times. In this romantic mushy mood, we decided, at Kai's suggestion, to make dinner together. It was amazing, especially for two people who had no clue what they were doing.
You know, that was a really great week. I did get to see Kai a lot, AND get out of the house for once. It also started our obsession with Pokemon cards, and drained my wallet (okay, pocket) of 60$ for said cards. Yes. That is obsession. Constant runs to different Targets and even Krier's for new cards.

Oh, look, he made a new face while we were out and about! Don't give me that look, mister.. That is MY look.
All that week, my mum and I were staying at Aunt Nancy's. Jamie was there too, and she brought her cat, Faith, who seriously had a good kitty attitude. And she too had a drunk picture. Why do all cats start out their photoshoots this way?
Several shots later, I was bored, she was tired. And then Mum and I left to go back home.
So, recently I have applied for a job at Edible Arrangements. The head lady, Luba, emailed me back. I got a mini interview and a training session. It was seriously fun, and in my opinion, that is the best job a teen can get starting out. Yay! I get to save for a car!

And, as usual, I was taking random pictures on the way back. I caught this one, and I'm rather proud of it. The only Photoshopping done was resizing.

Also as usual, my cat has been sneaking into the house increasingly, and he is quite a character. As an added bonus, he doubles as a foot and tummy warmer during the night. Not at the same time, unfortunately.
The 17th was Matt's 17th birthday! Yay! Poor guy, his plans for his birthday were cancelled, so I went to hang out with him the day before. I swear, when we're together hilarity and disaster ensues. Ha, AVPM reference. Anyway, anything serious turns into a joke, and everything that is meant to be funny is made drastically important. Such as this paint can. Matt decided to wrangle it himself. Brave, brave Matt. Does he look like he's joking to you? ..Well, maybe.
The stairwell on Sears' bottom floor, outside in the parking garage that's fit for a horror movie, has become our spot. Talking about our latest news, complaining about rules, and scaring random customers about to go into the store--that's just what we do. While I was contemplating sliding down the rail (again), the birthday boy got some random gold paper from his pocket and made us matching cranes. CRANES. I mean, other than those awesome talented Asians, who can DO that kind of thing? Right, he's adopted Asian. Excuse me.
Before we had to leave, we traipsed on over to the other shopping center, with JC Penny's home store and Cost Plus, World Market. I love going to both of those places, naturally, as random foreign sweets and artifacts intrigue me, and I'm going nutty about preparing to decorate the studio in the summer, which is sadly still many months away.
Much to the JC Penny home store saleslady's annoyance, we sat our butts on every chair we could find. And stayed. It drove her nuts. But this chair was pretty cool. It rocks. Literally.
This picture was an afterthought, as we were both getting tired and wanted to go to the park by his house to do some art (yay for cool, fresh air).
On the way down the double staircase I saw these clocks all over the wall in the back. I NEEDED a picture. the one on the veeery bottom right, the cut-off spokes with mirrors, was the best clock ever. But I decided, at 250$, it wasn't THAT cool.
He is a tree! Or maybe, is he trying to hug air? Super-vegan? Nah. He's a tree.
And at the end of the day, I was dropped off--though Matt wanted to see ChristoFUR. The kitty wasn't too happy. All in all, it was a fun day.
And what have I been doing since then? ABSOLUTELY NOTHING. Well, that's a lie. I have been working almost non-stop on my Econ work and getting all caught up school-wise so I can send my updated transcript to the colleges. I'm really cutting it close..

And then Kai had to go and get me all into Safecracker. Which took about five or six of my work hours. Since beating the game, twice (my second run time was 1:20!), I haven't been able to concentrate on Econ, and I only have four lessons left. That's a bit annoying.

Then I remembered, HO SHAT, Sorting was upon Virtual Hogwarts. Specifically, my character's class. VH 18, Lilith Tempest has yet to be Sorted. We'll find out Valentine's Day. And she had better be a Hufflepuff.

It's been thundering lately.. Raining, too. That'll sure make the drive to Tracy fun, especially since the car has broken down three or four times in the past two weeks. We could have just bought a whole new car.. But no.

Either way, I get to see Kai. Which is nice.

I am NOT Kate Gosslin.

Oh, look at the time. The ginormous cupcake is done.

Love and other indoor sports (like telling the world about things they don't care about--if that's a sport, I'd win),

Blue Disastrous

::Sleepless in SModesto::

And why am I watching Paid Programming at midnight? Because I have nothing better to do when I wake up pissed off because a dream turned into an annoyance and no one is up.
I suppose I can try Zak. He'll probably throw his cat at me though. Or something drastic. He always does things like that.
Hm, look at those people walking down the beach.. with their horse on a leash?! Woah. I mean, getting in shape is one thing, but no gadget can make you lose enough weight and gain enough endurance to keep up with a HORSE when they start chasing after a squirrel.
Pff! Those are SO not your "before" pants, guy. You're just holding up randomly large pants.
Oh. Wait a minute. This infomercial showed Chuck Norris. This must be a legit product if it can turn me into Chuck Norris.
In Soviet Russia, ass DOESN'T kick Chuck Norris. It wouldn't dare.
So now I'm re-obsessed with Harry Potter. THANKS, A Very Potter Musical.

Gotta love that Draco-y goodness.

Love and other indoor sports (like.. not that product),
Blue Disastrous

::I'll Be Sent to Azkaban::

I don't know whether it's more sad that I am obsessed with Harry Potter so much to the point that I find entertainment roleplaying as a Hogwarts student/making tons of references to the series/whatever else I do related to the series, or that I put so much into my blogs that no one reads that it is considered "too personal" and that it "gives basis for someone to begin stalking you". Those are both not direct quotes, more like the main idea of a message a moderator sent me on VH, because I posted a link to my blog in my profile. The rules state that no one is allowed to post personal information that can lead to someone stalking them.

But this is online anyway, plus I'm the one writing about all this random crap and publishing it, fully aware of potential stalkers (which I've gone through before, and I don't really care).

These past few days have been marked by increasing uneventfulness. Except yesterday. Yesterday was okay, due to the appearance of a certain scarf-wearing jungle animal addicted to ripping and eating belts.

I just realised I haven't played Borderlands in a few days. This could explain things. But now I'm too comfortable to get my mouse all positioned (since the mousepad is the tablet and all).

And a slanket would be very useful right now. Or the Harry Potter Snuggie.

It's colder here than in Seaside.

Love and other indoor sports (like dueling),

Blue Disastrous

::Virtual Stalking::

I log into Blogger and read over my Watched Blogs' new posts. And someone says she needs help with her college questions, questions describing her.

And you see, I can answer the questions for her, because she's inspired me as a writer and blogger, though we've only talked a few times.

So I guess this crosses the line. I am a stalker. Why? Because I have nothing better to do, of course.

I also have nothing better to do than be a virtual Hogwarts student. Including writing assigned essays. And extensive roleplaying.

I am a sad, sad person.

Who is going shopping in six hours.

With no money.

And apparently no sleep.

Love and other indoor sports (like mania),

Blue Disastrous

::Clearly Emo::

That last post. Yeah. Disregard that.

Anyway, I had an amazing day with Kai doing mostly nothing but laying in a fortress we built of blankets and random dorm furniture. That wasn't that random.

Er, I had something important to say, I think, but now I can't remember.

It's weird how I can write so randomly and freely and quickly when blogging but when I have the awesomest story idea in my head and know exactly what's happening, my mind goes blank and my fingers freeze up. It's so unfortunate.

So then I had the idea to start another blog where it would be a story, er, as if the character were blogging. But then I couldn't think of a name for said character. The only name stuck in my head is Lilith for obvious reasons, but I can't just use that, again for obvious reasons.

So I began looking at name lists of various things, such as names from horror movies and all. Of course I then wanted to name my character after another character in a game. I went, "Rinoa! Wait. No." Rinoa is awesome and all, but it wouldn't have fit.

And then I discovered many people have named their babies after Kairi, Rinoa, and Sephiroth. Yes. Even Sephiroth. I laughed. Poor kids. Well. Just ones named that. Kairi is rather pretty, and Rinoa is kickass, so I guess some people would make okay-ish parents.. as long as they paused their games long enough to feed and clean the little buggers.

I'm kinda tired, which is weird, since I wasn't a minute ago. I guess this thing just happens.

I wish I were in the cave.

Love and other indoor sports (like fort-building),

Blue Disastrous

::Ahaha.. Narrowly Escaped Death::

..Again.

Lyn-z was laying on the bottom bunk in the corner, I was in the same corner on the top bunk.

She got up on a hunch to stalk me and was starting to climb the ladder..

And the top bunk fell.

So. I now have a giant streak of a welt on my back that feels like a piece of wood stabbed through my body (it didn't--I missed the screw that was sticking out by like an inch, don't worry).

If Lyn-z wouldn't have gotten up, she wouldn't be alive.

If I would have been on the other side, I would have flipped and broken my neck and been killed.

So. The Fetus Buddehs have escaped death once again.

I am grateful we're both alive.

VERY.

It was fun.

Love and other indoor sports (like extreme bunk bed collapsing),

Blue Disastrous

::RAAAWR::

I'm.. so.. mad.. Buu!

Stupid Dr. Horrible won't BUFFER ITSELFEDNESS fast enough. Shut up, Kai, I know you're going to go, "Hey, I got you hooked on it! Hahaha!" Except not so stupidly. Anyway.

And then Shaun of the Dead won't go onto my iPod because I don't even know why and it's really a bother.

So I have to keep going from the room Lyn-z and I are going to sleep in to this room where I am now because it's the only one of two rooms not occupied right now. Unless I go in the garage. But that's cold. So.

Sigh.

I really want to watch SOMETHING.

Grr..

Um..

So..

Now I want to write. But my laptop must stay out here. Buu.

Hello.

Goodbye.

Goodnight.

Love and other indoor sports (like a hissing match with a Jewish cat),

Blue Disastrous

::So.. Bright..::

I've switched to Google Chrome, finally. Internet Explorer stopped working and all. But now my settings are gone--I used to have all the white blank parts of a webpage black, all the text purple, links green and orange, and just.. It was awesome. But now I'm back to plain black and white. Buu.

So! I'm about to go see my Fetus Buddeh. She is super mega awesome foxy delicious.

And er.. Yeah. I should be getting Borderlands and Fallout 3 sometime soon. I'm excited for that.

And also for seeing A Very Potter Musical again.

You know, I realised I type a LOT faster now, since I blog a lot and such.

Dr. Pepper Cherry is yum.

Gotta go now.

Love and other indoor sports (like eye-crossing),

Blue Disastrous

::Pigfarts!::

Before I forget, here is my post from NaNoWriMo's Harry Potter thread:

*facepalms and holds it while letting out a long breath*

Harry Potter.

Harry Potter.

Parry Otter.
Need I say anything else?

House: HufflepuffCharacter(s): Luna, Snape, Draco, LUPIN, Tonks, and Bellatrix.

Book: Though I've read the first six at least fifteen times each, I've only read Deathly Hallows once (on vacation in Hawaii, which really annoyed my dad when we were supposed to be doing Very Fun Activities starting the day it came out when I was so
disappointed because he AND my cousin, the only other people there with me who
could drive, both fell asleep when they had both promised to take me at midnight
to get it). So I can't quite remember all that happened in the book, except I
know I cried when Lupin died. I cried at all the appropriate parts with Snape. I
cried when I finished the book, since it was over. Done. Finished. Anyway, to
the point.. I'm going to have to say Half-Blood Prince. Though it'll probably be
Deathly Hallows when I get a new copy (as I left my original one at my dad's
house, which was lost when I sort of moved out and he threw out all my
stuff).

Movie: Prisoner of Azkaban. Hands down. Lupin-y goodness. I could froth at the mouth.

Quiddich: I'd probably be a Seeker. I'm not coordinated enough to be a Chaser, in complete sync with other people who either will toss a ball at me or will try to keep it away from me. Then I also am not strong enough to be a Beater. And a Keeper? Balls flung at me or in a complete opposite direction? No thanks. But I am good at finding things (must be the Hufflepuff in me--but WHAT THE HELL IS A HUFFLEPUFF?! Mm, AVPM).

I've been re-reading the whole series sans Deathly Hallows for about a month now, one immediately after another. My boyfriend does NOT understand why I'd want to keep reading the same books over and over. I rawr at him, he growls at me. And then I read again. It's lovely.
And here I am, listening to AVPM while having a constant "Snape,
Snape, Severus Snape--DUMBLEDORE!!" stuck in my head from Potter Puppet Pals. I am craving more Harry Potter goodness, and finding not much, I think I'll make some videos. Or something. It would be fun.
And my last comment.. is that I want to learn how to quilt solely to make a Hufflepuff quilt for my dorm room.

So yeah. I am quite a sad being.
Happy Turkey Day! Well. Not. Because now it's Black Friday. Whatever.
Monday, Mum and I went to pick up Kai. We were dropped off at Stoneridge Mall when it opened at ten and picked up at four-thirty? Or maybe just four.
In that time span, we wandered around, discovered Sanrio was gone and in its place is a really yummy sorbet and gelato place. I had chocolate hazelnut gelato and Kai got a freakish mix of cookies and cream and blackberry caberet somethingFrench which was actually kind of good. Not my cup of tea. I mean wine. Yeah, he had tea later too, served by a guy who looked like he was into Kai. Which totally wasn't awkward at all.
And then Kai told Miki to come to the mall. So she did. And then we went around to the other side of the mall, but outside, where she proceeded to smoke a pack of cigarettes and tell us all about her latest failed relationship (when I wanted to go and key his car as much as she wanted to). And then she left for work like right after.
So then Kai and I went back inside and sat on one of the couches randomly lying around the middle of the mall by the perverted show of Santa Claus. Then we got picked up.
And then we went to my Aunt-but-not-really-Aunt Nancy's house. I dunno what happened the rest of the--oooooh. Now I remember. But never you mind. Hah. We basically watched random stuff in the back room.
Then we made the bed and snuggled and slept.
Next day, woke up. Played Wii. Made pizza. Dr. Horrible. Um. What else? I dunno. But more snuggle. Redline. Laughing ourselves silly. Wii again. Kai got tired so more snuggle. He slept. I became Way Too Emotional and was awake all but one hour or so of the night.
Woke up again. Food. Wii. Got dressed. Left Aunt-but-not-really-Aunt Nancy's house. Took Kai Way Out of the Way to meet his sister and hand him over. Then Mum and I drove like two hours to get back home. And we were tired.
Genuine sleep.
Woke up and realised Real-Aunt Connie and Cousin Erica were here. Watched the Purina National Dog Show. We were right. Sadie the Scottish Terrier won Best in Show, her 100th win. We watched random things and then went to go cook for the Thanksgiving Feast we have every year.
Rest of the Family comes over and hilarity ensues. Especially when we watched the home videos of Every Cousin Except Blue as a Young Tyke.
By the way, the Very Random-Looking Capitalisation isn't random at all, it's what I believe to be Important Enough to look like a Very Proper Noun. So regard them all as such. Thanks.
Anyway. Then everyone left. And now I'm very sad. I feel abandoned by everyone.
So I guess I'll go to sleep.

Love and other indoor sports (like searching for pain-killers),
Blue Disastrous

P.S. Why did I completely detail this week thus far? Because I felt like it. The only two people who ever read it are my follwers, and even then, that's Very Exremely Iffy. The only proof I have is my one comment. And then Kai saying he reads them. But I dunno that for sure.
P.P.S. I had a dream there was a tornado, but we had to drive to this shelter place, and outside of it we had to watch an Adam Lambert video and then Skype with him while he asked us a trivia question about his personal life. Which we didn't know, so we were locked outside. And we got back in the car, where the tornado picked us up. And there was a cow there. In the tornado, not the car.
P.P.P.S. Really, goodnight now.

::Who Cares?::

Who cares about Thanksgiving?
Or cleaning?
Or uploading pictures onto a photography account?
Or spending time here instead of nowhere at all?
Or controlling lutz landings?
Or.. anything?
Certainly.. me. That's very unfortunate.
So, today started off badly. Because I woke up from an amazing dream which can't happen in real life because, I dunno, I guess my mum doesn't trust me.
But whatever, yeah?
I hope it'll get better.
I really wish I could do what James did--that turkey. He left the place that was keeping him down when he just wanted to be happy. James, I admire you for leaving.
Of course, I don't have a job. And I'm having issues with Etsy. Facekeyboard.
I guess today is an all-around icky day. Only Lyn-z is really helping the matter. Thank you, Fetus Buddeh.
I'm going to go scout out some pudding. That'll help too.

Love and other indoor sports (like dynamite),
Blue Disastrous

::Oh. My. Cod.::

"You tell him, Dakota! Don't let that Cat mess with you!"
Yes, we are watching Cat in the Hat. Thing One and Thing Two have just arrived. I hate the Things.
The Cat keeps saying "OH YEAH!!" It's like he's the Kool-Aid Man or something! It's ridiculous!
Well.. I would like a metal crab lock. Er. A lock that looks like a crab, not a lock FOR a crab. Though I am a Cancer. But I don't have cancer. I think.
So, earlier I took a walk down Memory Lane when I told Kai that I finished off my dinner burrito with a bite as big as my palm, a bite pulled off because I have a befitting Bergman mouth. And by the by, my best friend is looking for some cat food. I'm not quite sure he has the best taste in dinners.
Anyway, when I was a wee lass of three or two, my best friend was not the one searching for cat food. No, other than my Fetus Buddeh, I stuck to my older brothers, especially Ken. This, of course, led to me thinking at one point that I, too, was a boy. Though I didn't quite understand why boys did what they did in the bathroom, as toilets are concerned.
Ah, yes, I do remember hating wearing dresses (a thing that carries on today, with rare exceptions). I remember bringing in sticks and looking for snakes, and then playing with my brother's when he started breeding them. I remember the inappropriate-for-the-dinnertable contests we had, and the spanking I got when I imitated my brothers' colourful language. And then, of course, was when my love of horror movies and fascination with blood was brought on.
Which brings me right back to today, as I look at my picture that's displayed on the coffeetable. I was a model at four. I went from that sweet (yeah, right) little girl to, well, whatever I am now. At the moment, I'm wondering whether I can make use of the leftover blood I have stored in my room.
Ooh! Look at this living room! Why, it's clean! This is.. shocking.. to say the least.
OM NOM NOM NOM. Dr. Pepper Cherry, anyone?
OH NO. The monkey is NOT GONE. Stupid monkey, leave!!
Or I shall be forced to perform Super Ninja Voodoo on you.
MOVING ON NOW.
Let's see what the People think. GOOGLE-ing NOW.
As a friend from waaay long ago is eating the wings off of live birds.
Bah, people only look for lyrics starting with "I think". BORING.
Let's see what the People want to know how to do, then.
Sigh, sigh. Even more boring things. No fun anymore, I swear!
Merry Cheesecake, everyone.

Love and other indoor sports (like conning a ferret),
Blue Disastrous

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