Wednesday, April 14, 2010

::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..
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

Monday, April 12, 2010

::Under the Influence!::

Not of drugs, though. Of colourful things. Of cute things. Of fluffy things.
And of books. And fabric. And baking. Oh my dog, I just may explode.
What happened today? Right! It is a Moonday. 月曜日。Yes, I did remember. That bit of Japanese should send a little hint--yes, waking up at 5:45am (after falling asleep around 5) to go to a class that absolutely messes with my mind! Yay! Japanese is pretty cool though. The class was going over particles. Of course, all of us girls already knew it all, and we were doodling on our whiteboards again and idly standing (sitting) by in case we were shot a question.
My whiteboard contained a llama, an invisible orange pink unicorn, a monstrous leech, all of katakana at least once, and a good (new) portion of my script.
And then I was asked a question.
「葵さん、上はなんですか。」
OH SHAT. I had just learned this with Kai. I literally did a face-desk. It really hurt, and it was really loud. Miyu, of course, giggled as usual. Takada-sensei asked if I was all right--as if I were an escaped hippopotamus with rabies wearing a tutu. So I had explained I had just learned all of these prepositional kanji two days ago. And then.. everyone went quiet. More quiet. Meh.
So now they think I'm a kitty-eared, pink-haired, Japanese-genius freak. It's an improvement.
Then a break. Lunch. Wanting to shoot myself after two--TWO--painstakingly long phone conversations with my grandma.
And then Music! Yay! Right?
Wrong. Apparently the school has decided to have a "talent showcase" and OF COURSE Mr. Courtright has made it known that this is mandatory for all of us in his class. WHAT?! What's worse yet, he just gave us sheet music today which we must master by the showcase on the 30th. Excuse me. No. I do not DO Hook's "Minuet", no matter how easy it is. Can't I do Perfectly Flawed? Why not?! Buu.

AAANYWAY, the positives:
+4 more pages of my screenplay today.
+Did not fall asleep in either class.
+Got a lot of compliments on my hair.
+Random urge to work on my ridiculous English course--finished a unit and then some.

So, say yay for the psychotic senior?
Hopefully I can go to the fabric store to make Dexter's neko mimi.
OH YEAH. I totally just remembered a large portion of my day I wanted to say here. So, I've written an 18 Before 18 list, and one of my goals is to read a book a week until then. But I've no money! And no (safe) library! So, I asked my old pal, Sedona, what I should do.
Oh, duh. Paperback Swap.
Double score: people have listed textbooks Kai and I are going to need next semester. For 1 Book Credit? Heck yes.

Love and other indoor sports (like plotting sweet, sweet revenge),
Blue Disastrous

::Irksome::

I apologise; I have been unnecessarily annoyed at just about everything today. I don't know why, particularly, but my mind has pretty much declared war on itself. I want one thing, but then it annoying because I want its opposite at the same time, which is annoying in itself, and this struggle continues.
It has kept me from doing anything productive, really, so I wish I had just gone to bed much earlier. Isn't that horrible? Oi, don't answer that.

Erm. What news is there? Dick Clark is sick. Again. So he's been laying on my bed nearly all day. A random French Canadian guy added me on Facebook. I gained another follower (which actually does make me happy!). Er.. I still have oodles of schoolwork to do, and the main part of that is Chemistry which I still hate with a burning passion. Hopefully I can pull it off in the end.
Er. Also. Now I really, really want a pet ferret. Too bad they are illegal to buy and own in California. But then, if I go to another state (that is not Hawaii)..

Now, I shall go. Either I shall sleep, or bake the brownies I want. Either way, it is what it is.

LOIS,
Blue Disastrous

Sunday, April 11, 2010

::Another Perfect Day::

Well, maybe not absolutely perfect, but pretty close. I spent the day with Kai, mostly in his dorm. Little bit in the lobby.
Meh. It was a really lazy day. First thing we do when I arrive? Sleep. Nine thirty is too early for us night owls. Anyway, we spent some of the time after waking up just laying and randomly.. being us. Which included totally ignoring his stupid さろ roommate who forgot his stupid key and banged on the stupid door for ten minutes straight.
Our story: we were asleep. Yeah. I promise.
Anyway, the day was spent making my blue/black mill deck better, learning some kanji (almost none of which I even remember now) and being totally pissed and therefore writing another two pages to my screenplay by texting it to my email while I was in the place.. situation.. whatever it was that was sucking the happy right out of me.
ENCOURAGE, please.

So now I.. am writing. Yay, I've reached all of.. six pages. So lame. But at least I'm filling out the plot and adding ideas in, thanks to Vince. And it's funny, because I've been talking of killing off characters in my screenplay but.. it wouldn't really apply to my script with current changes. So. I will stick to killing them off in my mind!
Yeah, Blue, that doesn't sound psycho at all..

Also, new music. That's all.

Love and other indoor sports (like balancing four awkward drinks in awkward bottles),
Blue Disastrous

P.S. I have had the craving for a jar of baby food all day. Strawberry banana applesauce. WHY?!

Saturday, April 10, 2010

::Newness!::

Such a fun word. Well, if you've clicked the link to this post or you're just tuning in--you can see I've done some remodeling. Like the new layout, widgets, and music? Oh, I do.
Unfortunately, this is all I have for tonight/this morning. I'm supposed to wake up in four or so hours to go see Kai. Eep!

LOIS,
Blue Disastrous

Friday, April 9, 2010

::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

Thursday, April 8, 2010

::Okay. It's TIME::

It is time for my rant about children. It just so happened that, again, I was thinking of a topic to blog about, and decided to check the other updated blogs and it just so happened that the lovely Sara had written an entry on the same topic here.

CHILDREN.

Yes, I did say that. What is wrong with America, this generation? Why is society crumbling away into a mess of crime and disrespect, with no morals and laws to protect us from protecting ourselves?
Children.
I know I am barely out of childhood, so hush. But at least I'm not one of my peers, who smokes, drinks, does drugs, parties all night, sleeps around, and behaves generally idiotic every waking second of her miserable and nearly pointless life. Maybe that is a bit of an exaggeration; after all, not every American teen is like that.
But really, now, we've gotten terrible. There are cases such as the examples used in Sara's post, in which (early) teens are discriminated against, beaten into a coma, and forced to resort to killing themselves because the bullying has gotten that terrible.
Why do the figures of authority not try to help these kids? Why is no one bothering to help?
It is starting early on now, in the twos and threes, when children are just learning how to put coherent sentences together. Children are now growing up with a television as a full-time nanny, while their parents are out partying, or ignoring their responsibilities, or just not caring. Actually, I'll take that back. Let's say these parents do care about their children. They care, but they don't bother to actually parent.
Now, I'm not saying every parent in America is bad. There are some truly great ones out there, with children who will grow into amazing people. There are also children who will grow up well in spite of their bad experiences with their parent(s). But this is not quite my point.
All right. So, let's take a trip into this scary land of parenting--which I have never experienced, and hope not to for at least another ten years. So, there you go. You've had a baby. Congratulations, it's a boy. Now what?
Well, now you've got a baby on your hands. A baby who will begin to learn to talk, walk and act according to what he sees--and what he is allowed to get away with. Okay, so little Johnny spilled his mac n cheese on the floor and laughed. Maybe it was an accident. You give him new food. He does it again, and laughs. So now it's a joke. Maybe, just laugh it off. He's only playing.
But then, those two incidents turn into ten, forty, one hundred meals splattered on the floors, the walls, and Fluffy the cat. And why have you not stopped this yet?
Take a step back. Little Johnny is learning to talk. It's kind of cute, but you know, you may not have a lot of time to put into this whole teaching thing. You turn on the TV, like every evening. Some reality show about rich brats in Orange County. Meh, okay. It's usual.
The next morning, little Johnny fails to address you as "Mommy/Daddy". No, this morning, he demands, "Food, bitch!" Oh, my. Maybe that wasn't what you thought it was.. No, it may have been the TV (the one that is still on, by the way), or maybe he was just babbling. Certainly he doesn't know what this word means. You get him some food.
Only, this too turns into a hundred incidents. You shrug it off. Surely he must know it is impolite, and he is only playing because he is only a baby.
The same exact pattern plays for a majority of his baby behaviours. He screams when he's not happy. Appease him, then he will be quiet. Until next time. He runs around the house, and accidentally knocks a lamp over. But then, what does he care? He shrugs his toddler shoulders and runs off again, knowing you'll just clean up his messes. Isn't that what you always do?
This child you've just raised is the child that will run around stores screaming his head off, pushing down other kids at the playground to get a swing, or even hitting people. I mean, really? Raising a child with little to no discipline? Who does that help?
Certainly not yourself. You're the one who has to, again and again, clean up his messes. It may have been mac n cheese that first time, but what about when he's sixteen or seventeen, coming home escorted by police because he was caught tagging the school?
Mostly, you're certainly not helping him. He will grow up thinking he can order people around, or hit, or throw a tantrum with no consequence. He could end up the bully at the school, beating one of his peers because of some stupid fight over texting. Or, even worse, he could end up with a group that gets him into drugs. Or, he could end up fathering a child of his own way too early.

Of course, that was an extreme situation. There are some kids who have grown up with no discipline who have had to learn the hard way that these actions will lead them down the wrong path--something as small as not being able to go out to recess as a child, or maybe something later as an early teen, such as being busted at a party serving alcohol to minors. Again, more extreme cases.

But we hear these sorts of sad things all the time. It's always in the news. More school bullies beating their victims within an inch of death, more property damage by aimless teens, more rape.. and the young adults as well. It's hard to miss on the news, living in the Bay Area, a murder committed by someone barely legal, or a pair of them on the loose, armed. These kinds of people are the ones who make other parents, the good parents, afraid to let their own children go out of the house. These people are infringing on our rights as Americans. I want to be free, as we have all been promised. Don't you? But how far can we take that if we're even afraid to walk to the convenience store three blocks down the street?

Wow, this blog that started as a rant about bad parenting has turned into.. this. It's crazy.
So, what can new parents do to prevent this? The first thing I'd say a parent can do is love his or her child enough to discipline the child. No, it doesn't mean giving them the belt if they throw a tantrum. (Though, that happened a lot in future generations, didn't it? And it seems to have worked!)

Letting little Johnny know that knocking over his food, or screaming, or breaking furniture is not acceptable is absolutely going in the right direction. Children are, obviously, young and impressionable. They will get the message that certain behaviours are not tolerated. And then they will act accordingly.
Also, a great idea is to NOT let trashy TV parent your child. If anything, it can serve as an educational tool, or a bit of entertainment--clean entertainment. And not even that much. Children should not be inside with the TV all day! Or at--ugh, this is so wrong--their own laptops, or using their own cell phones. First, HELLO, children should not be allowed to have cell phones! They are CHILDREN, who are they going to call?
But secondly, the more important bit; why should children be inside watching TV when they can be outside, exploring the world they've been brought into? Er, safely, of course, as I've already ranted about those totally unfair evil people who make cities unsafe. But still. Outside. Surroundings. Friends. Playing, learning, laughing, growing as happy, bubbly children as they should. Is that too much to ask?
When little Johnny understands it isn't good to be the bad kid, little Johnny can start having fun in life. I was just that age a bit over ten years ago! I remember it! Having sleepovers with my friends, catching ladybugs, baking with my mum, "camping" out on the lawn.. I'm certainly glad my parents didn't allow me to be shut into a room with a TV talking at me. I'm glad I got to experience childhood as I should have--erm, just forget the divorce, shh!--heck, I'm even grateful I got those, what, two spankings for bad behaviour? Just getting "the look" from my mum or dad stopped anything bad straight in its tracks. As a little kid, you don't want to disappoint your parents. Or, at least, you shouldn't.

So, what are my main points here?
+Discipline. Let them know bad behaviour is not tolerated.
+TV isn't a nanny.
+Inject them full of love. There has to be a balance for all this spanking/"the look"-ing business.
+Nothing is more important than parenting your child. Not your rocky relationships, not your work, nothing.
+PLEASE don't assume your child knows how to behave well and is choosing to act like a brat. Chances are, little Johnny has been allowed to act this way by YOU.

Erm. Yeah. I should also add in some stuff about helping them become well-rounded little people, not with food but with experiences, and to get involved and all that jazz, but really, I'm getting tired of ranting and I now feel OODLES better getting this all out.

And now I am at a total loss for words. It's turning into NaNoWriMo all over again! Ahh!

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