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I finally got down to Tokyo yesterday. Visited Akihabara: The Electric City, also known as Akiba. Traveling on the train wasn't all that hard, though I did go to the wrong ticket machine and had no idea how to get through the ticket gate at my first station XD I had to be helped with both, but the Japanese were very helpful. The trains were only intimidating in my head, I had a map showing me which trains I needed to go to and if you can't find a map, you can just ask at the train station. On the train, they announce the stations in Japanese and English. The Japanese was so clear that I could hear each station name. All in all, it wasn't that bad of an experience.
As for Akiba, I pretty much walked in circles around this place called Taito Game Station. I was given a map at the Gamers! store, which combined with the Japanese maps stationed around, helped me get around a little bit. I dunno if this was a me-thing, but my ears popped every 15 seconds while I was walking around. For a while it was annoying, but then I was able to ignore it.
Some tips:
- Keep some yen in your wallet for vending machines, especially in the summer. It's hot, you'll get tired and thirsty and you don't want to be stuck with a 5k bill that the machine will reject.
- If you need to break down a big bill, there is a change maker on the 3rd floor of the Taito Game Station. Taito is really close to Akihabara Station, just walk straight out of it and look to your right. It should be across the street, you should see the sign on the building.
- Basements often contain Hentai. If that floats your boat, just saunter on down into the basement of comic/game shops.
- When you stop to eat, check for available seats before placing your order. Leave your purse/bag on the seat and then go order food.
- Mr. Donut is across the street from Taito. It is delicious, eat some donuts. Try the little round ones with cream oozing out the middle. Also, for you coffee drinkers, they have free refills on coffee there.
- There are lots of little snack shops on the street where Taito is. Crepes, ice cream, rice balls etc. I reccomend getting some ice cream. Get a weird flavor. Be daring. I got a salt caramel pop. It was delicious, but it started melting in 15 seconds.
- The Sega arcade is pretty close to Taito station, but I didn't like it all too much. If you like fighting games, that's your spot!
- Ladies, the 5th floor of the Gamers Game tower is the Ladies floor. They have mushy romance/bl games, manga, artbooks and stuff.
- If maid cafes are your thing, there's one on the second floor of the comic shop next to Taito and if you walk around long enough you'll run into @home or Welcome Master! etc. The maids are adorable. I saw one, who was probably off duty, skipping down the street toward the parking lot near Akihabara Station.
- If you get a case of the jitters (I did at first, my nerves felt like they were on fire for a while) while you're there, use some headology. I was a good deal calmer and more relaxed after I bought a little bracelet with 'power gems' for safe journeys. If there's anything you know that can calm you down, do it. There's no need to buy anything, but if you do, it'll make for an interesting story afterward.
- The Japanese word for 'excuse me' is Sumimasen. To ask where anything is would be _thing here_ wa doko des ka. Akihabara eki wa doko des ka is how you would ask to get to the train station. Bring a map if you ask anyone, so they can plot a course on your map instead of giving you directions you might not understand.
- Bring tissues with you, just in case you go to a bathroom that doesn't have toilet paper or a hand drying machine.
Also, I got a chance to show off a bit on the DDR machine in Taito. I was cooling my heels around 1800, just watching the locals play DDR while waiting for rush hour to go by and some girls that were over there asked if I was going to get on. I played Look to the Sky (true colours) and Kind Lady on heavy, Doll on standard and in between, did my Daikenkai freestyle. The crowd was amused by the bar flair (spinning in a circle while lifting your leg up over the bar) at the end. All in all, it was a better session than earlier that day, when I was still dizzy with zomg I cannot believe where I am zomg zomg zomg'.
My next trip into Tokyo will more than likely be to the Shibuya area.
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| Basket case ~ whee |
[19 Jul 2008|05:44pm] |
4degreez.com's Personality Disorder test. I'm a doozy XD
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| Drinks, Dessert and Democrats |
[17 Jul 2008|05:32pm] |
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( But first, a brief note about lunch... )
Yesterday, I stood in front of a Pepsi and a Coke machine and wanted what was in the Coke machine more than what was in the Pepsi machine. The Coke machine was a smorgasbord: cofee, tea, water, juice and soda (including the ever delicious Dr. Pepper) lounged on brightly lit shelves. While a couple fizzy offerings stared out from the Pepsi machine. I had no yen on me at the time, so I had to take what the Pepsi machine had, smile and enjoy it.
Luckily, I've had yen on me the other times when I've been confronted by a Japanese drink vending machine. In fact, the first thing I bought from a vending machine was a drink. It was very nearly a little plastic figure thingie, but I didn't have time to root around in my wallet for some yen and figure out what toy I wanted. In total, I've been able to sample three different Japanese vending machine drinks: Pocket Juicer Stand Apple Smoothie, Georgia Cafe au Lait coffee, and weird-orange-jelly-thing.
Pocket Juicer Stand Apple Smoothie is more or less what the name suggests. Apple smoothie like substance, if said smoothie was made by a juicer. You get a mouthful of ground up apple with every sip, it makes for a strange mouthfeel, but it all goes down once you swallow. It's a very mild drink, but nice in the heat.
I confess, I bought the Georgia coffee because it said Georgia coffee. I wanted to be able to say that I drank a Georgia coffee. Now, I can say that I drank, and enjoyed, a Georgia coffee. Maybe my expectations were too low, but the thing nearly floored me after I took a sip. Georgia C-a-L coffee begins with a milky taste, then a brief sweetness and ends with coffee. There is very little bitterness, just roasted coffee goodness, and no aftertaste to speak of.
The picture on the front of weird-orange-jelly-thing's bottle is of a bunch of orange cubes, a spoon with an orange cube, an orange and a hand shaking a bottle. If you buy it, you know you are getting Jell-o, or at the very least, something that you can eat with a spoon. The ratio of gel to juice is about 85-15. You shake the thing in between gulps to loosen up more gel so you can drink (eat?) it. It's awesome.
I also bought my first box of Pocky. I went all out, got some fancy dessert Pocky. Chocolate orange mousse. It's not going to survive long.
A toy store amongst the throngs of Asian gift stores lounging around the BX sells little Obama t-shirts. Just to keep you from wondering if there's a local toy maker called Obama, they have a little sign that says 'Is Obama your next president?' with the shirts. I don't know what to make of it. Obama kid's t-shirt hanging out with Hello Kitty.
Makes me want to buy a shirt and a Kitty big enough to wear it, just so I can tell people later on that I bought both in the same place.
That's it for today, I'm going to go off into the city and have a look around on my own :3
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| Oops, I did it again |
[15 Jul 2008|04:16pm] |
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Spent another X-odd years not updating. In short:
Was in New Mexico.
Left Wisdom teeth in New Mexico.
Then was in The Sandbox.
The Sandbox was awesome.
Left The Sandbox.
Went back to New Mexico.
Moved just about everything that a person could move.
Now I'm in Japan.
I'm hoping that being half a world away from just about everyone I know will motivate me into writing some more in this here journal. Besides, now it'll be a bit of a better read for anyone that happens to stumble across it. Instead of just being the random musings of me, it will be the random musings of me + stuff about my current location.
In other words. Let me be an idiot for you.
Thus far:
Plane ride: Thirteen hours from Dallas International Airport. I'm not the tallest person in the universe, but that seat still felt a little cramped. It didn't help that I had my bag under the seat. Actually, it did help with boredom, since my bag contained stuff to combat boredom (Sex and the City, teh book; PSP, which wasn't touched; headphones, BRING HEADPHONES IF YOU EVER GO ON AN INTERNATIONAL FLIGHT! /capslock). I had a window seat. Ability of window seat to help acheive a comfortable position on the plane, 0. I caught a few hours of sleep. Not quite sure how many since I wasn't exactly monitoring myself. Plenty of meals. Toilet was inevitably nasty at the end of the flight. I saw a Japanese kid that looked like the Asian version of my littlest bro M. Exactly. When he stood up to move around, that was the exact thought that went through my head. Maybe a little of the 'hey that is another human being' brainwave, but it was mixed in with 'zomg that guy looks like the asian verison of M!'
Tallest person in the world?: Before I left New Mexico, a friend of mine joked that I would be able to see eye-to-eye with the people in Japan. He was right. Actually, I'm taller than most Japanese women. I can see eye-to-eye with most Japanese men, but most of them are taller than me.
Jet lag: I had it. I probably still have it. I spent the last couple days pretty much hibernating. Took naps in the afternoon and slept about 11-12 hours at night. Once it got dark I would instantly get sleepy. Exception, when I went out on the town with some co-workers I was sleepy for a little bit, but took some energy drink/vodka concoction and was bright eyed and bushy tailed. Sitting on my bed probably didn't help the whole get-sleepy deal either. This is in direct opposition to The Sadbox. I was busy constantly, so I really didn't have time to be sleepy lardass.
ZOMG I'm drowning on dry land!: The part of Japan I'm in (the Kanto Plain) is humid. Everyone has strange expectations about places-they-haven't-been-yet and one of mine about Japan was that it wasn't going to be humid. It is humid. I think GA still murders it a little in the humidity department, but still, Japan is humid. There is no way to make humidity pleasant. Even humidity in Japan is fail.
Speaking of Fail: I got a nice tantalizing initiation to just how humid Japan is when I got lost on my base Sunday. My attempt to kill an hour waiting for the BX to open turned out to be an Incredible Journey sans the adorable animals. Which is good for the adorable animals because I probably would have killed them and drank their blood. Even though it would have made me puke. I still don't think I've rehydrated myself from that little jaunt.
Extra fail: While I have a home phone number with a swanky American number that will line no phone company's pockets with International Call gold, getting a cell phone is another story. My options are: English speaking on-base cell service, Off-base service A and off-base service B. This being Japan there are probably off-base services C-FF, but those are the only ones I know that aren't in deeper Tokyo across the perilous train system. On base cell service is, as one might expect, the ability to have a cell phone that looks operable but is only functional when you're standing outside holding the thing at a minimum of 5'6" off the ground while spinning slowly counterclockwise and humming the Japanese National Anthem. Off-base service A seems pretty reasonable but there's one mighty obstacle standing in my way. When I asked the coworker with service A if there was anything I should bring to service A to expedite the getting of a cell phone he said 'A Japanese person.' Amount of Japanese people I have: 0. Off-base service b is reported to be expensive, but also reported to have people that speak English. That's a good thing. I need to do more research before I settle on a cell service.
Crows: Don't mess with them. They'll eat your young. Maybe not, but they're certainly big enough to eat them if they got the notion.
Bikes: They're everywhere. I've yet to have any close encounters with a car. Which is surprising, considering they do the whole British thing and drive on the other side of the road. I still look left to right when I cross, but for the most part if a Japanese person sees me about to cross the road they'll yeild a little and even let me go if I'm just waiting for them to pass. Bikes are another story. Bikes share the sidewalk with me. I doubt the Japanese (and any gaijin) would actually hit me, but I've had some close calls.
Mmmmm tasty: Nummy restaurant: Mama Pasta. Italian food, the place we went to in Fussa had an English menu available. To be perfectly honest, our waiter had a better grasp of English than I did of Japanese, but we still ordered by pointing to what we wanted and having him cross-reference it with the Japanese menu. The food was good. Don't really recommend the mango juice, unless you like mint in your juice.
Eh... that'll be it for now. More to come later!
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| My teethies! Gah my teethies! |
[19 Oct 2006|06:18pm] |
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I have a habit of letting almost exactly one year pass between some of these lj posts. Even odder is that they manifest around the time I go through some sort of life-change. Last time it was because I started going to school again and this time was because I entered the military.
Strange.
But it's a strange world.
A recap of the past year would be a much more toothsome read than my last absent year, but right now I don't really feel like talking about it. Maybe I'll do a recap later... heavy on the maybe.
Strange that what drives me back to posting on this lj is a couple holes in my head.
Literally.
I just got my wisdom tooths yoinked and they're doing their nasty, oozing, swelling, being gross holes thing while I'm for once praising the advances of modern medicine. Tylox knows how to handle my nasty toothholes. It just whips them into shape and sends me to sleepy-bye land. Then all the blood can run down my throat and can come back up looking like coffee grounds - yay!
Going to try NaNo again this year. I'll get to setting up a journal for it when I'm not in drugland.
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| My final farewell (well... not really but it sounds cool) |
[20 Jul 2005|09:13pm] |
As of today, the 20th of July in the year MMV A.D. I have five days until I go to Charleston and from there fly off to Lackland Air Force base to begin Basic Training.
That will last two odd months and from there I'll be heading to Keesler AFB in Mississippi to go to tech school. That will last another two odd months and from there, who knows where I'll be going. I could go straight to my first duty station or come home for recruiter's aide.
All I know is that it'd probably be a safe bet to assume that I won't be anywhere near a computer during those four-five odd months.
So this is me, being a dork, saying my farewells to an net-based blogging system XD
Just kidding. This is really me just saying one final goodbye before I cross into the blue and become Airman Nightcandle.
To all the folks at SotE: You haven't seen the last of me! *wags finger* I fully intend to return once I've got all my training squared away. If you're involved in a thread with me that hasn't wrapped up yet go ahead and move your character on if you feel inclined to (Five months is a long wait for a post XD) I'll more than likely return with a ream full of notes for plots, characters, dialogue, hells everything lol. Don't forget about me T-T
I love you all (or, if love doesn't float your boat substitute the previous with a nice throaty snarl), have fun, enjoy yourselves and I'll see you all when I return ^___^
[And for the record, I play the following characters.
JCs: Aiol Cyan - Amee X'tis's - Atambrean Dieire - Aznimal - Baysa Eydis - Crowa - Da-hjok - Deszeld - Eldnacthgin - Enki - Fleurety - Hyacinthe - Jinny Maverikko - Judal - Lapis Lazuli - Malanon - Misery - Mnemosyne - Nall - Nemesis - Oris Xodarap - Paris Maverikko - Pastel Cyan - 'Phion - Samari X'tis's - Sphaleres Tanna - Syntyche - Valefa - Vex - Vivante Cyan - Wisteria Tanna
NJCs: Dixon - Nirac - Mikkos - Marcel - Thane - Hyarr - Sargatanas - Lupyre - Bezekire - Cushion - Andusk - Othim - Kitsune - Pestilence - Rol - Marduk Tinwe - Alcée Maverikko - Virgil - Xal Tearshed - Malik Rizzen - Moko Verde - Zelmire Fahmida - Harun Krikor - Merlot - Chardonnay - Burgundy - Zinfandel - Lanoir]
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| Letters from the Earth... |
[09 Jul 2005|10:31pm] |
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Dear virus-I-believe-is-cold,
I'm flattered that among the many personages in which you could have set up your humble abode, you selected me. Words can't describe the pure amusement I got from watching the exquisite stares of questioning I got from friends and family after nearly coughing up a lung. You even remembered how much I love that just-spun-around-in-a-chair-30-trillion-times feeling and let me savor it for a few fleeting moments. I'm truly sorry you couldn't appreciate the Colonel's eleven herbs and spices and endevour to remember it to the best of my ability. But, darling as much as I adore having you around, I'd hate for you to spend so much of your precious time doting on me. I hear Florida is lovely at this time of the year, why not take some time for yourself? A month or two at the beach would make a splendid vacation. Of course I'll be here when you return darling, you can count on it.
Love and kisses,
Nightsie-poo
Dear Knee,
I'm so proud of you I could die. Give me about forty-fifty odd years and I'll do that for you, provided you don't do something to fuck up my current state of appeasement of course. Again, so very very proud of you. If you leave a cool looking scar I'll love you forever and ever.
Ciao,
Night
Dear Fate,
WHY?????//??? WHY D00D?/???//???/?
Phew, glad I got that out of my system. Carry on as usual.
Your faithful pawn,
Night
Dear Air Force,
I will be healthy, whole and fit by 7-25-05. If not, then I shall be faking my healthy-whole-fitness. Must.Go.To.Basic.Training. I can assure you that *plugs Fate's ears* nothing short of death will keep me away *unplugs Fate's ears*
Sincerely,
Night
To: SotE
From: Nightcandle
Will post tonight. Or tomorrow morning. Whatever. Will post soon.
Dear Machia the d00m-puter,
I realize that its been awhile since I've had to endure you, but vous? Vous yourself you ragdoll! Surely you haven't that many people use you since me? No, I take that back, you're quite the little minx. Stop snaring innocent houseguests into your web of Internet doom. What am I going to do about it? Absolutely nothing, I like the shirt I'm wearing too much. If I start thinking of punishments for you my masochist nipple'll get out of control and punch a hole through it. In the future dear computer, remember tu I shouldn't be a stranger to you.
Ta maîtresse
Night
Dear St. Anthony,
I love you, marry me? It'd be the ultimate long distance relationship, yes. But, you've been such a boon in my life... and in the lives of others. You should marry me though, since I'm the first to ask. Or... so I believe.
Yours,
Night
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| Kitten dreams |
[28 Jun 2005|06:37pm] |
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Today a tiny ball of fluff worked its way into the engine of Mom's car. I would have paid money to have seen her face when she heard the 'car' meowing at her, heh heh.
It all started when she walked into the computer room and told us (Human and Josh were there at the time) that there was a cat caught under her car. At first I thought she was saying that there was a stray, maybe the Mountain Lion one of our local cats, taking refuge from something under her car. We went out there anyway and saw a few of our neighbors standing around Mom's meowing car. At first I was a bit scared, thinking that there was a full sized cat got stuck in there and hurt itself and we'd have to find a way to help it. Mom and Human popped the hood and there, looking up at us, was a tiny kitten, sitting rather serenely in the engine. Human went to grab it, and it tried to scamper away from her. It didn't take her long to pull the little rascal out of the car. Our neighbors piled into their car and went off to where-ever they were going when they discovered our meowing car and we brought the kitten inside and gave it some food.
The kitten turned out to be a little tom cat. A tiny little thing with a full, fluffy coat of tabby fur, little white mittens, a white blaze and adorably enough what looked like a little cream coloured heart sitting jut above his nose. The kitten was relatively calm, for a stray, no hissing or spitting or biting. He just tried to get away from us horribly frightening people. Thus, I believe we all got a good chance to handle the little guy. He was a tad on the thin side, but not so much that his ribs were jutting out or anything, he was just a tad on the lean side. Actually, aside from a bit of eye gunk he looked pretty healthy, no running nose, no open scabs, no crusty bits and no fleas (thank God XD).
Josh asked his mom if they could take the kitten with them and unfortunately she said no. Then Mom and I tried calling the Humane Society to see if we could take him down there. We got no answer, but then again it was around 6 o' clockish and I doubt anyone was there, or able to get to the phone. So, sadly, we had to take the kitten back outside. We left him in a large bush with the rest of the canned food. He didn't run away from the bush, he kinda crawled into the center of it and began mewing loudly (and I mean loudly, kittens have some strong lungs). I hated hearing him mew though, it was so lonely and heartbreaking...
I can still kinda smell the kittens scent on my hand. He had a remarkably clean, kinda woodsy smell. It's hard to describe, but its a pleasant smell. I almost don't want to scrub my hands clean, but I have to sometime, heh heh. The little guy got me a few times with his claws. Going to check and see if our local Humane Society has a website of sorts, I'm sure that kitten would make a nice pet if he were gentled.
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| Ever have one of those weeks... |
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First, we have a list of dances that I shall dance, according to how much I weigh before I go into Basic Training:
100 lbs or less: The Slamdance. I shall slamdance with a door until I grey out and forget all about it, so I can weigh myself again and slam myself against the door again.
101-105 lbs: The Electric Slide. I don't know the Electric Slide and never plan to learn it, thus I will look like a dork while attempting to do the Electric Slide.
106-109 lbs: Polka! Polka-polka, polka-polka.
110-119 lbs: The jig. I'll learn a jig and dance it, dance it muchly. Hell, if it's fun I'll just jig my way everywhere.
120+ lbs: Belly-dance. Not bloody likely, but I wanted to put it somewhere XD
And now the good news. I had a ringer of a week this week. The majority of it was fun, but it turned out to be one of 'those weeks'. Those Murphey's Law weeks where injuries just keeps piling up on you. Though, I doubt I could call it piling, since I only suffered two injuries. Injury the first was caused by boiling ramen soup-stock. Boiling soup + hand = Ouchie
But, as far as boo-boos go that burn was a chump compared to the pwn-age wrecked on me knee. It all happened so innocently, I was nancing over to Meka's car to get a bag and... fell. I dunno what caused that spill, I just suddenly went hurtling to the ground. 99.2 percent of my body survived that spill with nothing more than a 'just went splat' feeling. The rest, which was conveniently located on my right knee, was apparently dragged across the asphalt during the fall and was torn to oblivion. I had enough meat on my knee to keep the bone from peeking out and saying hello, but it didn't keep the skin and muscle there from putting on a show and tell. 3 gallons of hyrdrogen peroxide, a brimming stadium cup of warm water, a 'wound wipe' and a pair of tweezers cleaned my knee up. Now I can't move my knee a whit without it hurting, even limping around is a little painful.
I'm seriously hoping that I heal up before Thursday. Thursday is Commander's Call, my last Commander's Call. If I walk in there pulling that 'hi, I'm wearing a fake leg' limp, the resulting situation will be bad with a capital SUCK. Limping a month before Basic is not-a-good-thing, since anything bad enough to make one limp can't be explained as 'nothing serious'. Which was exactly what I told Sergeant Ruper earlier that morning when he asked if I had any bumps, bruises, knicks, doctor's visits, blahblahblah.
On a good note, I got a check from Bank of America and bought some manga-ness. Angel Sanctuary 8 and the first volume of Alichino. Alichino looks to be interesting ^^
And now, like last time, I must leave and post some (Lord knows I need to XD)
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| 'Cause I need to XDD |
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This is for you ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) pathseeker, as of now I dunno if there'll be any enlightening value in this entry, but who can tell?
Speaking of Pathy, I just got done reading his latest journal entry and have pretty much one feeling (I guess it'd be a feeling, lol) about it. Amusement, yes amusement. Other peoples' convictions amuse the dickens out of me if I'm in the right state of mind, probably because I'm getting light-headed at the thought of arguing with them just to see how purple their face'll get and/or how far the spit droplets'll fly out of their mouth if they get too impassioned. Quite an immature and cruel thought, yes. I don't particularly care to argue about that now, which is why my prattling is in here instead of in a comment.
Basic training is fast approaching, all that's between us now is a little time and a big can of weight gain powder. I will consume that thing, not necessarily all at once, but I will make sure not one ounce of that crack powder remains before I bid my adieu. I haven't been hungry that much lately, which worries me a bit. Food has yet to make me feel physically ill by being in its presence, that's one plus. Another plush is that I can make myself eat something and still feel comfortable afterwards, as long as I can nibble food without feeling nauseated I should be just fine. I need two pounds before I'll be up to my minimum weight. Two, if I can't gain two freakin' pounds in a month and a half I'll... I'll do something XD
Reading Fruits Basket now. Gotta love the Fruits Basket goodness. It's just so amusing and like-able. One thing I like alot is how they handle the Tohru-Yuki-Kyo thing. It would have been so easy for the manga-ka to make one of the two a completely hideous beast. Both Yuki and Kyo have their good and bad points, I could see why some readers could detest one (or both XD), but when I read about them I see two complete characters with lives and wants and needs and well character. In fact, I absolutely love that Tohru hasn't started thinking about which one she's gonna pick. Hells, I'll stand up and cheer if the series ends and Tohru hasn't 'chosen' either one. If there's going to be a choice in the future though, I have confidence that Takaya-san won't trivialize it.
And that concludes this session of Night-posting ness. I've got to get a few posts in at 'ol SotE before I conk out for the night.
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I am enlightened.
Pollen season = Giant tree bukkake.
Trees, and hell all plants, breed by letting their pollen get into another flower via insects or the wind. So roughly, pollen = sperm and I am an idiot.
I should have been enlightened about this last year when I was studying Botany for Academic Decathalon. I guess I just wasn't on a perverted train of thought, I'm not usually on that train in academic surroundings, so I was like 'Stamen, pistel, pollen, bees, blah blah blah etc. etc. seeds, fruit, yummy, more plants, success, now what are the classifications again...'
If I'm an idiot, its for thinking that MS was the state abbreviation for Missouri. Silly Nightcandle, MS is for Mississippi. Mississippi is where I'll be going to learn about being a clerk.
Sudden violent subject change in 5..4..3..2..
Just read a most interesting doo-hickey apparently written by a church group about how to tell if your child is a goth. Most fascinating list, I scored 16/37 and the cut off was 5. Of course, some things on that list don't really apply to me since I'm not going to school and don't have to ask permission to go out with friends. The biggest kicker on that entire checklist was, brace yourself this one's a ripper:
Eating Count Chocula (original checklist said Dracula, but let's suppose they meant Chocula) cereal might mean your child is a goth.
If that's all that's required then hand me the black shadow, a bowl and a spoon please XD I love Count Chocula, I'd eat a bowl at breakfast, brunch, lunch, snack, dinner and supper if I could get away with it.
That made my day XDD
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| Jubilee! Jubilee dammit!! |
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I'm happy, quite happy ^___^ *dances*
I'll be going in as an Information Management Apprentice, leaving home on July 25th for Lackland AFS and once that's done and overwith I'll be going to Keesler AFS in Missouri to study.
All I know about Missouri is that it's in the Midwest somewhere. Guess it's high time to go get acquainted with a map of the U.S. of A.
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Spring break *pauses for the inevitable cricket-chirping*...
Just last year those two little words would get me giddy like none other. 'Spring break OMGOMGOMGOMGBBQCIAOMGOMGICQOMG!!!!11!!!one!!exclaimationpoint! Yay *happy dance* I get t' sleep, I get t' sleep. Sleep = happy-yay!-happy!' Now that I'm out of school and have spent nearly a year sitting around staring at oh so lively off white walls of my apartment, the entire holiday became a very alien concept. Hells, I forgot they existed, day 1 of Spring Break I thought something was very wrong about Mom deciding that Matt had no school that day. I remembered the Masters was coming, but Spring Break just slipped right through my circle of reasoning.
Keepin' my fingers and eyes and toes and anything else I can find that's crossable, crossed. I'm hopin' that the AF will find me something to do, because getting into the AF after waiting so long would make me feel quite happy and accomplished. I realized that going into the Army would probably make me feel like a Class-A dumbass/nimrod for sitting around staring at the walls for a year and then deciding 'eh, I'm done waiting so nyrr XP'.
Watched a couple Silent Hill shorts today. The first 'Fukoro' was pretty much a porn flick done SH style, complete with cheesy bump & grind music. It amused me thoroughly, the ultimate cheese music with the bound woman and the other stuff just made me grin like an idiot. The second 'Kinoko' was... *blinks* interesting; there were trees, a shot of someone's legs stretching out and up a wall, some floating paper things, some static, and shadowy people. I didn't know what to think of it, it wasn't boring, it was just... there and I couldn't pull my eyes away from it. Maybe it had something to do with SH2 and/or SH3, neither of which I've played/watched, and I just didn't get it. Perhaps it was that, Josh (who directed me to the shorties) said something about save points when the floating paper things came on. He also knew some background information on who Fukoro was, I believe her job description wins the prize of Worst.Job.Ever.
Then again >.> <.< I dunno if I should be so quick to label her..err 'job' as the worst one ever. I haven't really gotten me a good look at Valtiel (though, this is SH, he's probably a freaky thing of DoOm). Then again... I doubt she wanted anything to do with Pyramid Head and Valtiel. My inner Amee (poor darling *petpet*) is currently shrieking that it doesn't matter what a person that captures you for the sake of making you a sex slave looks like, you're probably going to despise them. Unless of course, you're a nymphomaniac/satyr, said person might think they won the lottery or something equally awesome.
I should be sleeping now, since I'm destined to be shanghai'd for laundry duty tommorow. Trying to talk Mom into teaching Matt the basics of laundry while letting me sleep-in would probably remind her that I am the Annoying Child and further tempt her into selling my soul to the Army/Navy. I just don't feel tired though. I'm wide-eyed awake. Bright eyed and bushy tailed. Going to get my ass thoroughly smote when Mom wakes up in the morning. And she will wake up in the morning, for it is the day of laundry and it must always be finished before the roosters wake up and start announcing the coming of another oh-so-great and wonderful game of golf.
Speaking of golf, I think some higher power is laughing at Augusta. The last few Masters years have been flanked by gorgeous, cloud free/cirrus cloud, pollen storming spring days. Then, when the golfers all fly in on their cute little airplanes (and doubtlessly scare nigh everybody around Daniel Field to death) and get ready for a few holes of golf-goodness. The great days turn into Ha-ha! Rainstorms that probably piss off all the golf-lovers/socialites that attend the Masters. One year had some nasty storms, though this year has been pretty light. I also hear that one Masters regular isn't playing in this tourny. Makes ya think...
It seems like everybody around me (outside of the family in the apartment) is putting on weight. It's.not.fair. I want pounds, I am giving the crack weightgain powder another shot. Half a cup mixed with about 32 oz. of milk and any treats I can find to toss into it is an intimidating meal for such a food nibbler like myself. Matt's bud Charlie told me it'd be best to take such big sips that I a) nearly asphyxiate or b) feel like puking. I go for A, since I don't need a Pavlov's Dog reflex about the powder. I can drink a glass as big as my head with three such super sips and get the pleasure of hearing a nice hearty belch after I come up for air. I still can't help wishing that they made the weightgain stuff easier to take. One serving is six head sized glasses of powder/milk/treats, and while I don't yet hate the stuff, I'm not eagerly anticipating my next glass. Though, once I finally kill the container I will have quaffed enough milk to ensure that I will never have osteoporosis. I'll just have to stick my fingers in my ears and sing whenever the inevitable 'Three servings of dairy foods per day can help you kick start your metabolism and lose weight!!!!' commercials come on.
Hmmm... I must engage in something boring, to tire myself out and allow me to partake in a few lovely hours of sleep before doing laundry.
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o_O Strangely enough last week's list of stuff to do, which might I add was a lot more personal me-things than the last list, was harder to than the first.
*hangs hat that reads 'Supreme Procrastinatress of the Ages' on head*
Procrastinatress... that word's improper and sexist (in the vein of heiress, authoress blah), but dammit it's amusing. *is amused* Okies, enough random blah-ing onto my list and the pathetic excuses I have for not doing it.
To not Do 3/6/05 to 3/13/05
- Keep up posts at SotE: Simple, just get on when I have spare comp time and squeak out some posts.
- Set some long delayed plots in motion: There's some busy work that needs to be done for some plots, and I need to revive some of the older stuff that's collecting dust.
- Post Amee: Special, because I joined her and haven't posted jack for her yet. Poor thing, I shall post you somewhere *pats* Have not posted Amee, have no inspiration to post her when I'm on the comp, when not on the comp I'm thinking and planning and cobbling stuff for her. Damn flighty character.
- Outlines: Must scratch together an outline for 1-800 PRAYER, having some structure would more than likely help get it written. Eh.. *points to hat*
- Work on gift stories: I'm behind on my gift stories *le sigh*, I need to scratch down something for them. I have Word Up! chapters for aenaithia and 'a horror story' for ski. WU! will be easy, since it usually flows when I write it (thought it's not quite as easy to re-write it). However, the horror story will be a little harder since ski and I have different tastes when it comes to horror ^^" Oh boy... I have no excuse for this one, Uhm I did brainstorm le peice de horror (fear my pidgen french, fear it!)
- Work on the phantom icon: A roll over from the last list, I think I'll look for Lumen Lunae pics, since my current icon is LL. I could have an icon theme *eyes sparkle* the only hard part will be finding LL pics, since it hasn't even been translated yet.
- Work on Sims family: I need my little Nym's to pop out a kid (hopefully a girl) and get her up to the child level. This will be easy. Err... they didn't have a girl, I lost interest ^^;; at least the experiment they were conceived for was a success *thumbs up*!!
Army is sounding very convincing as far as Military goes.
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I was brainstorming my horror-story-in-waiting last night. Horror is a hard thing to brainstorm...
It's easy enough for me to think of scary things, situations, people, etc. the trick is tapping into a thing/situation/person that would scare the reader. Fear is a personal thing, mostly stemming from the unknown, the strange or some form of phobia or trauma. Writing about phobias is only effective if you can make the reader start thinking that the person's phobia is logical. The unknown and the strange work with some people, but others might be more curious about what's happening than scared.
Enough pyscho-babble. I was toying with two ideas. One that seemed to lean more towards the unknown, and another that was more a mix of unknown and strange. I like the second one better, I might chew on it a little bit, see if I can turn it into something.
The idea shares some elements of another horror story of mine, Schism. It's theme is something I dearly love to write, so even if it doesn't turn out as scary as it should I'll be amused writing it.
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It's been awhile since I jotted something down. Then again, I've been a bit busy lately.
Still nothing from the AF, but there are 5000 jobs dropping during March and April. My recruiter gave me a few phantom pounds at the last DEP meeting so I'm crossing my fingers... and my toes and my eyes. I've got to qualify for something.
I also found out the deal behind Mom's constant mentioning of the Navy, my Grandpa was in the Navy back in WW2. I didn't know that O.o (obviously), I knew my Mom's dad (technically my Grandfather as well, but I have to differenciate between them and since I never got the chance to meet him, since he died before I was born, yeah.. this is getting to be a long aside back to relevency ^^") was in some form of Military what-not during WW2 since she's always telling us about how he was in a tank that went boom and hurt his knee. Knowing my Grandpa was in the Navy gives all those little hints she was dropping some foundation, but dammit couldn't she have told me about this during one of our little 'Gosh you've waited so-o long for the AF' talks? *shrugs*
Random Idiot-ness of the moment: Yesterday I was at Wal-mart with Mom and was squee-ing over some stupid little thing. This confused the dickens out of her, so I asked 'Is there anything wrong with a little mindless squeeing?' she just looked at me like I lost it.
I've been thinking a lot about religion lately. I just might ape pathseeker and just write a little religion rant once I streamline my thoughts.
That to-do list I made up some time back was a rather neat little project... I think I'll write up another one for this coming week. Should give me something to do if I find myself sitting around bored, wondering 'what the hell should I do??'
To Do 3/6/05 to 3/13/05
- Keep up posts at SotE: Simple, just get on when I have spare comp time and squeak out some posts.
- Set some long delayed plots in motion: There's some busy work that needs to be done for some plots, and I need to revive some of the older stuff that's collecting dust.
- Post Amee: Special, because I joined her and haven't posted jack for her yet. Poor thing, I shall post you somewhere *pats*
- Outlines: Must scratch together an outline for 1-800 PRAYER, having some structure would more than likely help get it written.
- Work on gift stories: I'm behind on my gift stories *le sigh*, I need to scratch down something for them. I have Word Up! chapters for aenaithia and 'a horror story' for ski. WU! will be easy, since it usually flows when I write it (thought it's not quite as easy to re-write it). However, the horror story will be a little harder since ski and I have different tastes when it comes to horror ^^"
- Work on the phantom icon: A roll over from the last list, I think I'll look for Lumen Lunae pics, since my current icon is LL. I could have an icon theme *eyes sparkle* the only hard part will be finding LL pics, since it hasn't even been translated yet.
- Work on Sims family: I need my little Nym's to pop out a kid (hopefully a girl) and get her up to the child level. This will be easy.
I should be able to fit this stuff into my usual schedule no sweat ^^
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Today was really Spiffy
I got out of bed When the phone rang
I feel Transcendental...
I'm so Pretty... oh so pretty oh so pretty and witty and w-r-y!
Last night I had to Blink twice, stick out my tongue, roll my eyes back into my head and do the hookey-pookey backwards.
I want to tell the world War of the Spider Queen is the bomb, the BOMB!! Eee!
I am Night, slacker surpreme. Ph33r the slackination!
I want to say thanks to the academy for giving me this award.
You should all do this quiz! It's amazingly accurate. You just put in your name and birthday, and it will tell you about Life, the Universe and Everything! andthatyou'reamoron.
Blah blah blah, blahblahblah blah blah. blah blah la blah de blah blah blah *raspberry*
That's enough for now. But I'll leave you with this thought - sharing your life with strangers on the internet is the cheapest form of therapy available. Leave a comment and tell me I'm beautiful.
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[06 Feb 2005|05:35pm] |
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To do
-Post: I have ten billion places to hit and don't want to wait until Wednesday to do them.
-Lunch w/ Sgt. Thomas: I didn't get a job when I called in today, but I did beat the rest of the pack to call in and got a free lunch, and possibly a job if one came in tonight... *crosses fingers* (Couldn't go to it, Mom was sleeping and didn't want to wake up *sigh*)
-Pictures: Must draw Bad-Ardenn, and do some more fun War of the Spider Queen doodles.
-Inform gaming group that I won't be able to share their glorious company next week.
-Inform anyone that would be affected by my going to Ft. Benning that I will be absent for a couple days.
-LJ icon: A new lj icon would be nice, I just need a piccie and a scheme. I still loveth coffee guy *pets lovable coffee dude* I just need some variety. (No time >_< maybe I could this tonight)
-Seige: Gather materials to help keep level head, self might need them.
-It: Yes, must do 'it', (get your minds out of the gutter), must not let 'it' elude me any longer.
-Pictures pt. 2: Must get pictures of headstone, hopefully Cory still has them. *crosses more fingers* (I was gonna get 'em, but time interfered again heh heh)
Six out of nine isn't that bad, that's more than half.
Windows Media Player isn't working here, and its slowly driving me insane not listening to music while I'm on the computer. *foams at mouth*
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