::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..

::Again, Again, and Again::

OH WOW. I typed the title thinking of how I have been chronically staying up into the wee hours of the morning, and then I wanted to listen to music and the first song that comes up on shuffle?

Reread the title. One of my favourites. Ever. Blaqk Audio..

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R4enda8_Dwc

Just go. Just go.

Hmm, so today was.. rather.. odd. It started off (kind of) around 9AM, when I attempted to wake up and failed. Quarter of an hour later, I attempted to wake up and failed. Lather, rinse, repeat. When did I actually get up, breaking this sleep spell? 4:13PM. I suppose sleeping a quarter shy of an hour in two days has finally taken its toll.

What the heck have I even been doing today? I honestly can remember nothing past Mum agreeing to let me sign up for Paperback Swap.

That is the highlight of today, really. I mean, I have had meaningful conversations, meaningless conversations, and worrisome conversations, but signing up for what will equal many books has outshone everything else. Mum pointed at two plastic crates full of books. She wants to rid of them.

They are listed on our PBS account. TWENTY-NINE BOOKS. That is exciting.

Also, current conversation.

After eavesdropping, a 31-year-old masochist teams up with David Bowie to save the world. says (1:30 AM):

lyn-z will be my maid of honour. but i will have.. no bridesmaids.

all my other friends are guys.

o_o

Vincent says (1:30 AM):

well, in all honesty, the way the world is right now, things like that have changed

After eavesdropping, a 31-year-old masochist teams up with David Bowie to save the world. says (1:31 AM):

would you like to wear a kilt?

xD

Vincent says (1:31 AM):

honestly, yah, i would do it

So. Um. Yeah.

Love and other indoor sports (中と上です),

Blue Disastrous

>:3

::FrogDogs::

Ah! Don't shoot me, I know I'm dreadfully behind. Shh.

Today was spent.. half-cleaning. The rest of my attention was focused on America's Next Top Model, and it was one of my favourite cycles. Hey, it's not my fault I like crazy editorial shoots! Well, I guess it is. And at some point, I'd love to do something extraordinary with my ordinary self.

Speaking of "ordinary", I really hope I get a roommate that's.. not trashy, not dramatic (in an overly-rude, middle school-esque Ima-ruin-your-life-any-chance-I-get way, not in a theatrical in a tasteful on-stage-performer-and/or-maybe-on-film-actor), and not attitude-impaired. I want someone I can relate to, someone who can carry on an intellectual conversation and actually know what she's talking about. Someone who is, preferably, a TAT lady. LADY. Which would be nice. Because soon I'm going to be a fish mommy. Again.

So, I'm up late, watching TV (sort of). And of course, staying up late and watching TV does not mix. This is what came of it:

"Excuse me, honey, while I go away for four minutes to vacuum myself. Then I'll be ready to go."

Oh dear. It's a VACUUM. That's all I have to say.

Love and other indoor sports (like.. NOT vacuuming..),

Blue Disastrous

::Yepp::

Today was okay. I got angry instead of upset, said some stupid things instead of crying. It felt better after all. Which is sad.

And I took a two-mile walk. I'll share pictures later, I don't feel like getting them all up now..

On my last bitter note, I am NOT "one of the guys", nor do I appreciate broken promises from ANYONE.

So! I am in the mood to cut up some shirts. Cutsews! But maybe not.

HO SHAT. I forgot to sew Miyu's hat. Now I feel bad. Bad Blue!

So. On tomorrow's agenda::

+Japanese

+Music

+Niemi

+Mollon

+Zak

That's what I'm doing. Er, doing and seeing. Er.. I am going to the first two, and seeing the last three for various reasons. I think. Let me ask.

~~~

YES. Okay. My world has not shifted again. Good. Now if only we can get this webcam thing worked out.

I really really really want to play piano again.

Randomness.

Yeah.

Also, a random quote for you:

"Woah! Does that dog have a motor?!"

Love and other indoor sports (like hair-attacking),

Blue Disastrous

::Starbucks Box?::

Mum got a package in the mail from Inglewood Forest.. in a Starbucks box. Okay then.

So last night I learned my shoes are not safe anywhere. Specifically, the shoelaces. Shoe-zilla..

So! Today! Yeah, today I had school. I was happy. We learned all the particles Takada-sensei could think of. And officially learned the "sa" category of katakana. After class I was all ready to study with Angie--only she was home sick. Shat. I have two days left. She had better email me..

Anyway, before school--I always take a picture of my barn. Pwetty sky today.

And then also on the way to school is a random mansion. I'll get a better picture sometime, it is totally awesome. It has stone lions and everything.

Blahblahblah, after school--eye appointment. The first thing--click the button when you see the squiggles. Focus on the red balloon. "Okay, I'm going to check your eye pressure now. Look at the green light." And I do.

And a huge burst of air shoots my eye and I am temporarily blind from the shock and sudden drying of my eyes. Buu. And then the girl laughed.

Doctor dude comes in. "Better one, better two?" All that nonsense. And now I'm getting new glasses.. JLO glasses with shinies on the sides. They are pwetty, and I hope I don't look so much more dorky with them.. (Like I did there. Buu. I guess we'll get used to them..)

Then I dropped off Kai's mum's friend's pillow. It was so soft and cuddly.. I hope they like it.

Then to BN!! Except outside. Because I took cover and attacked my eyebrows. Yes. I actually have non-caterpillars. That just sounds creepy. But whatever, I'm happy. Hah.

Very soon after actually entering BN, Zak shows up. Awkward first meeting. But before we knew it, it was very normal. Which was good. Only we didn't know what to do, standing around in the BN Cafe.. So off to Hot Topic.

..We totally saw the video. Blahblahblah, back to BN. Bored. TO JC PENNY'S. Only it was boring. And then the moon popped out to say hello. And the clouds got very.. trippy.

Then, hey, let's go play Rockband at Best Buy. Runrunrun. Playplayplay. Bored. Again. To Target for Icees. Loooong line. And then we got it into our heads that hey, we won't get shot in Tracy at night walking like a mile to Walmart for Pocky, no..

Except then we got side-tracked by Petco. It had fish. And cats. And rabbits. And everything else but ferrets.

Koi!

Oh! "I think I've seen enough of this catfish for one lifetime."

And then we looked at kitties. Momo!

After roaming about Petco and Petsmart, we went to Walmart (actually, we went to Petco, then Walmart, then Petsmart) to get Pocky. It was a good experience. Minus the almost-getting-hit-by-a-car. And the fear of getting shot, and the fear of dropping my iPod, camera, and phone into traffic.

Our day ended when we found out his mum and sister were at Strings. And.. yeah. Then I went home. Checked email for work, school, or Angie.. Nope.

Blog.

Yes?

Yes.

And I really really really just want summer. That sounds terrible. But I hope, come summer, everything will be okay again. I really do.

Okay.. Randomly, the videos are in opposite order. Oops. So watch them backwards. And ignore my retarded voice. And random talking. And yeah.

Love and other indoor sports (like battling the Death Knot),

Blue Disastrous

::Too Many Things To Do::

And yet I am avoiding them all.

I wanted to study Japanese for my final, which may or may not be tomorrow. But instead I got out Skittles and started playing a bunch of random MSI.

Then I convinced myself to listen to my iPod on shuffle to find new songs. And then convinced myself that while I'm waiting to find a good bassline I should check everything.

Email, VH, Blogger, and I even watched the Pocky commercials again (convincing myself it might help my Japanese. Does it? No.) but now.. Nothing.

I have nothing left to check. So I am blogging about nothing. And not paying attention to my music like I am supposed to be/not be. Nope.

And my tummy really hurts because it has decided that I do not hurt enough. Very funny.

Mum took Uncle Larry to CVS to get his prescription of Flexeril, which is what I take. It's funny.

"So.. Brittany.. I don't know if your mom told you, but I have to take.."

"Flexeril."

"Um, yeah.. About that.. Have you noticed any.."

"Side effects? No."

"You don't get--?"

"Sleepy? No. Dizzy? No."

"Well.. What does it do?"

"Really? You're getting this for arthritis and you don't know what it does?"

Anyway, they aren't back yet. I don't know how hard it is to get back. It's not very easy to even get purposely lost. So come on.

I'm glad that Kai is out of class now. Time to bug him about Japanese.

さよなら。

Love and other indoor sports (like hall racing),

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

P.S. ohmydogcreations.etsy.com

::S-so C-cold..::

God moren!
It is very cold here in somewhat-sunny California this morning.
I woke up and was very sad to find my Kai wasn't next to me. Then I considered whether I should leave my warm bed or not.
But I did (oh, how I despise being human), and shortly after, I discovered my blueberry foaming hand soap is like a thick, blue mousse.
"Oh, hunny, you like some moouuse?"
"Erm, mouse?"
"Yes, some moouuse?"
"Erm.. *asks someone next to her quietly what the lady said, but isn't answered* Excuse me?"
"Hunny, you like moouuse? Mouse, in your hair, moouuse?"
"..Mousse?"
"*angrily* That's what I sayyy."
Ah, silly, cute Asian hairdressers with strong accents. Aren't they adorable?
Yes! We have a new fridge.
And I finally caught up on my official NaNoWriMo wordcount last night (though now I'm behind again)!
Metempsychosis is dead. Well, not really dead, but..
I much prefer zombies to crazy reincarnated incest. Though that, too, is amazing in its own respects.
So! I have decided that I want to work at JMP Creative. Mhm. Go watch the Travel Channel if you want to know why.
I had something important to say but I can't remember. That happens a lot.
Usually Alzheimer's doesn't come on until, er, 60 or 70 years old? Rarely even 50, at that. So what's wrong with me?!
GASP.
I really want to read Harry Potter. But I should write.
OH. Zombie walk. This is what it was.
I still want to plan one. Really. I really, really would like one.
So, er, yeah.
It only occured to me a few days ago that "er" and "erm", said with an English accent, sounds like our "uh" and "um". Now, really, I knew I was dumb, but not that dumb. Oh well. It's growing on me, I suppose.
NOW. Off to add more things to my Amazon Wishlist, which is filling up super quickly.
Let the procrastination begin..
Now.

Love and other indoor sports (like ignoring responsibilities while chomping on a cupcake),
Blue Disastrous

Edit:
Lookie my lovely NaNo Widget! >w<

::"I FEEL QUILTY"::

And I shall stare at a goat until it faints.
WHAA?!
I want to make a Hufflepuff quilt. And I shall!
I promise.
Now back to writing.
By the by, I've added 649 words to Don't Say the Zed-Word.
So that's good.
BACK TO WRITING.

Love and other indoor sports (like Olympic Hair-Pulling-Out),
Blue Disastrous

::6196::

is where my wordcount remains for today. I must write! I promised them I would write!
Jayne, KD, Mishi, Luci, Gabrielle, Dustin..
And yet I am procrastinating like there's no--no, I'm procrastinating like there IS a tomorrow. And many tomorrows after that.
"Happy Pony is on. And I'm not missing happy pony."
Oh no. Because missing Happy Pony is like ripping sunshine from the world. We would all freeze and die.
Which is quite how I prefer the world, now that I think about it.
Apocalypse by Lack of Happy Pony.
Death by Snickers.
Psychiatrists on To-Do Lists.
I could go on forever and ever.
DANSER.
Jeg forstår du danser.
Og jeg danser.
VI ALLE DANSER.
I'm going crazy, you know.
I suppose I should write the first attack on the school in Don't Say the Zed-Word.
And the arrival to the school in Metempsychosis.
I really like fantastical boarding schools, don't I?
Another excerpt:

The door swung open to reveal a very sloppy-looking Amber--her hair swept up
into a sloppy bun piled on top of her head, a very baggy tee and sweatpants
thrown on as comfy PJ's. Her face was white, but angry. "What the hell do you
losers want?" she spat at us.

"We.. heard screams.." came Nat's weak reply. Amber huffed at us as the other girls of the hall tucked their curious faces back into their rooms.

"Well, yeah, there's a spider in my bed," she said, as if that were a perfectly logical explanation for horrid screams that seemed like someone was being murdered. I glared at her.

"So you mean to tell us that you woke us all up because a spider is in there? Not some freakish serial killer?" demanded Nat.
Amber crossed her bony arms."Yeah. What's your point?"

"My point," I interjected, "is that next time I hear a peep out of you, there had better be a damn serial killer in there."

So, thar it is.
And a quote without context:
"NONONONONO, NOT DR. PHIL."

So. Cold ice is cold. Busy Kai is busy. Estoopid Llama is estoopid (but amazing :3). In-love Dustin is in-love.
QUICK, I NEED--
Well, I shall not say, for this is the internetz, and who knows? Maybe someone someday will be like, "HAYYY, she wrote that one thing that one time so nao we all HAET her!!"
So I shall shut up.

Love and other indoor sports (like book wrestling),
Blue Disastrous

::*Rubs Eyes Wearily*::

I wrote 1511 words for Metempsychosis. I realise that it's turning out better than I thought back yesterday when I couldn't write a damn thing. Here's an excerpt:

"Aren't you done yet?" I dropped the PJ's I was tucking into my large suitcase.
Alex was leaning against the doorframe, his dark hair hanging over his eyes and
his lips tugging again at a comfortable smirk. My heart, for some freakish
reason, began to race.
"Erm," I began, willing my tongue to start working
again, "Nearly. Just have to throw in some non-clothing stuff now," I mumbled,
forcing myself to shove the PJ's into the luggage.
His eyes twinkled. "You
better hurry up, slowpoke," he teased, "Mum and Dad are here. They want to leave
soon." He laughed musically, good-naturedly, before turning and walking away,
leaving me still on the floor, a large fistful of socks in my hand. Who was I
kidding?
I still had plenty of underwear to pack.

Like? Nyeh. It's a bit of very obvious foreshadowing.

"I sneezed and then got hurt in a place that makes no sense."

Quote without context for the morning.

I'm in a really bright mood. I think it's because I feel I've done something good today..

Okay, I'm off now to tell my EC I'm not going to make it to our meeting.

EPICFAIL.

Love and other indoor sports (like novel-writing),

Blue Disastrous

::Intrawebz!::

I'm back!
Miss me?! Hardly. Of course.
So tonight was fairly productive. I added 3087 words to my zombie novel (so far--not done for tonight; I should be at 3334 at LEAST by the end of tonight) so I'm rather proud of myself. Let's hope I can keep this up for my own NaNo (which would actually be NoWriMo if I wanted to be correct--Novel Writing Month, duh) as well as the official NaNo, which I will be writing Metempsychosis for. Two novels in (a little over) one month? It can be done--I hope.
I'm finding it hard to come up with words. I'm sure it'll get better with practice.
Oi! I went to see the Scary Doctor Peoples today. I got prescribed Lyrica. And more PT. So maybe I actually won't become fully disabled in the next few years. That'll be good.
Randomness:
"I smell like.. a kitten."
"No, you smell like a goat."
"*sniffs hair* Oh, yeah, you're right."
"Oy vey, I had a kid."
Sigh. Crazy people.
I should get back to writing.
You know, I'd always wondered how writers were smart enough to know how to tie in all the cryptic clues a good mystery (or complicated-plot) novel has, but then today, as I wove in some of my own cryptic clue threads, it hit me: It's easy because we know what's going to happen. So we can give little tiny clues and then twist them a bit, then totally put them through the wringer to end up with neat little secret hints thrown into the beginning and middle. Foreshadowing, too.
Back to the zombification of my small college town!

Love and other indoor sports,
Blue Disastrous

::Death by Snickers::

"Want Snickers?"
"Yase!"
"*tosses and hits her daughter in the elbow*"
"OW! MUM! Death by Snickers!"
"I'm so sorry!"
"You know what this means.."
"You're going to blog about it, aren't you?"

Mum and I, ladies and gentlemen. Another of our crazy conversations--er, shouting:

Who Wants to Be a Millionaire: "Which of these authors wrote the series titled 'Handcuff Secrets?' Was it--"
Mum and I: "REYES!"

We'd have won the million, I tell you!
So, I've discovered I sometimes mouth sentences after speaking them or thoughts, which is a bit.. unfortunate. Hopefully no one other than Mum can read lips. And even then..

Another quote without context:
"Oh hai, Dick Clark."

Love and other indoor sports,
Blue Disastrous

::Newlyweds::

You know, the gameshow! Well, apparently Kai and I would win. We know each other like.. like we know Manson. Yeah.
Anyway. Quote/conversation sorta without context:
Mum: Well, she'd be happy, but he can't live on that forever.
Me: MUM!!

Love and other indoor sports,
Blue Disastrous

::Early Morning Once Again::

Just settled into bed with my laptop. My tummy is kinda bugging me, unfortunately--shouldn't have had ice cream. I swear I'm a touch lactose intolerant.
Faiting Spells! By AFI. Tis what's playing now--wait. Song just changed. It's now Straight to Video by MSI--or, rather, a remix. The Nonplus Mix. Remix. Umm, okay? Your beauty's fading! It's f-f-fading!
*shiver twitch*
What interesting happened today? Not much, really. I ended up going to bed at, er, 3:something. On the couch. I woke up to find Mum and Grandma watching Singing in the Rain--well, I'm not sure that was it. It wasn't the real one, but it was about a guy and a girl singing for the movie, except the girl who was supposedly singing wasn't the real singer, and there was a girl in the background so it would look like the first girl WAS the real singer, and at the end BackingSingerGirl and MainSingerGuy fell in love. I was only awake for the last ten minutes or so, so I'm not sure. Plus, it was on DVD. I don't really know why that was relevant, but apparently it was.

Me: Mum, I look like a man.
Mum: You do not! Just pull back your hair--yeah, like that--now see? Less of a man?
Me: ! I thought you said I didn't look like a man!

And this is why I'm still wearing a kitty-ears headband, to pull back my hair to look less like a man. Maybe I should try scowling less, because it just makes me look unnecessarily mean. Though apparently no matter what I look like, Kai still thinks I'm sexy.
But he IS a weirdo. So, really, I don't know WHAT he's thinking.
Into the Fire by Marilyn Manson now. Stupid stomach, SHUT UP.
Okay then, off to Government, which I'm just starting tonight, since I'm a loser who has been putting it off, along with Economics and Chemistry. But they really need to be done. At least--let me check to see when I need to send in the in-progress transcript to my college (Go CSU Monterey Bay Otters!).
So, by 1 February, I need to be at least halfway into all of my remaining classes. Buu. Better get working then, eh?
Enough school talk. Boring as plain pie crust.
OH. One last thing. A quote without context (a concept inspired by Love Always, Clara):

"Goodness, I'm just blowing an artic windstorm, aren't I?"

Okay then! Time to start learning. Wish me luck.

Love and other indoor sports,
Blue Disastrous