My Last Slice

PSYCHE!

You really think I'm gonna stop blogging after a month??

AW HEYL NAW

I intend to keep it up. At least through high school. Maybe I'll go into college blogging. Who knows. But all day I've been thinking about this significant yet not very important day of my life. After forcing my self to blog every day for a month, I've really gotten into the habit of blogging regularly, and it's really helped me. I'm glad I tried for the full month instead of the 25 day challenge.

I'm glad I did Slice of Life.

See, in the last few days, there have been so many blogs about how Slice2014 is FINALLY over and how we should celebrate our great escape from insanity. However in my mind, blogging is what has been keeping me sane.

So, I wanna say THANK YOU MRS. GROSS FOR MAKING US BLOG. I LOVE YOU. YOU ARE THE BEST.

That's about all actually. (I feel like there are more people I should thank. Actually...)

THANK YOU ROGER AND DAN AND RYAN!!!

AND THANK YOU INDY although you'll probably never read this FOR LETTING ME MAKE FUN OF YOU ALL THE TIME! SAME FOR MILAN!

And I guess thanks to my parents. I'm not sure how they contributed but I'm sure I should thank them too.

However, this being a slice of life post, I still need to include the slice. So I will tell you about an anime that I have just finished watching.

Actually that's a lie. I only just finished season one of Bakuman. It's about these two teenage guys who have a dream to become mangakas before they're eighteen. The anime was amazing, the storyline was great, but the best part was how inspiring it has been so far. Even if it's fictional and is told through moving pictures on a screen, I still get a lot from watching this series. I might actually pick up novel writing again (and finish a book this time). I guess I'll add a vid too.

Actually nah I won't. All the vids I found suck and either have no subs or terrible fandubs so I won't subject any of you to the pain i just went through watching just about every single one of them.

Well. Happy April fools eve (BEST HOLIDAY EVER I SWEAR).

Gnite~

Tired IX

My legs are slowly dying. Same goes for my neck. And shoulders. I slept in till about 11:30am and have been groggy ever since. But I had fun and watched lots of anime, started reading Cinder (finally) and have a tiny headache that is not unbearable, but very annoying. I took a weird fall on my last run yesterday and I'm probably still aching from that but trust me when I say that the pain was so worth it.

I fell when I hit a lump of slush (I couldn't see with rain drops covering my goggles) and flipped backwards, down the mountain, maybe once or twice and then got right up out of the tumble and kept moving.

It was SO AWESOME!

And so concludes my slice.

I'm way too tired for creative today. =_=''

Favorites V

So I finally got into a "writing mood" I guess and had some really deep thoughts that have to get out or else I think I'll combust with the deepness and my attempts at being viewed as a shallow teenager throughout the duration of my high school years will be for naught.

If you're not sure whether or not that last sentence made any grammatical sense, I'm not that sure myself, but fret not!! For I'm pretty sure I'm sane. For now.

Now before I get to my deep musings or whatever let me just make a quick comment on the topic of hiccups. Hiccups are annoying as Hell if Hell were a person with sweaty hands, dirty hair, and a nasally voice. And for some reason, whenever I feel like I'm being smart, or try to talk intelligently with people of this world, I'm suddenly plagued with multiple bouts of hiccups. 

I HATE HICCUPS! 

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Okay. So as we all know, favoritism sucks buns.

Having favorites changes the amount of attention we give to any one thing at a time, and that can really affect things. Like, lets say you have a garden, and you claim to love all your plants and love caring for them and treat them like your children and so on and so on, right? Well let's say in your head you have one or two of your favorite plants, whether they're your favorite due to aesthetics, scent, durability, practicality, or just because, it doesn't matter. Just the fact that in your head, that plant is somehow special to you, is all that matters.

I mean, if it's your favorite plant, you're going to spend more time paying attention to it obviously. You'll do your best not to neglect little things like whether that new leaf is too dry or if that flower bud has been half open for too long or whatever. You'll notice. And then you'll do your best to help it and fix it and let it grow, am I right? (The correct answer was yes.)

All of that attention for one plant in a garden of hundreds, all because it's your favorite. Where is the logic?

It's no where.

Which makes me have some really cynical thoughts. I mean, you could be someone's favorite for any reason really. You might never even KNOW the reason. You might not ever even know that your ARE their favorite. But all of the perks of being a persons favorite will be yours, whether you know it or not, and you can never change it unless you change yourself, which, as we all should know by now, is no easy task.

So the whole idea of following your dreams and trying hard to do what you want and being who you are and whatever, it all seems like some joke if you think about the fact that all of the effort one puts into being their true self could be for nothing if they aren't the favorite of certain people. If you can't get people to like you, then no matter how much talent you have or how much determination and persistence you show, it won't matter. You can't get anywhere without being a favorite. Actually let me revise. 

You can't get anywhere without being somewhat well liked.

The world is a harsh place and sometimes it makes me want to crawl up under the covers and hide my face and sleep and sleep and sleep like a bear during the winter with fuzzy pants on and a super comfy tank top and all of my favorite songs playing in my head over and over. 

But I can't do that and really, I wouldn't be happy with such an unsatisfactory life. Because one lesson I've learned over the years is that safe does not necessarily equal happy. That sounds so deep in retrospect, but I actually learned that from a trivial matter dealing with vacuums and homework. 

ANYWAYS! That concludes my probably meaningless rant on something that seemed far more important when I thought it than when I wrote it all out. If you actually gleamed anything of value from all of this feel free to comment. Or just comment for the heck of it. I don't really care. I'm tired. Sigh.

Reading VI and Power VIII and Anime V

Sigh. I'm having trouble reading from the screen right now and my eyes hurt. ( >_< ) Sorry guys.

Anyways, today I learned how much power the temperature of a room has over me. So we went skiing (I went snowboarding) today and it was fun and all, but since we won't be skiing tomorrow (it's gonna rain) and we were planning to sleep at a hotel tonight anyway, my parents decided to splurge a tiny bit. :)

So this hotel (who's name I never cared to learn) looks a lot little sketchy from the outside, and gives you the feeling that it's really old and drafty, but the inside is really nice and there are cute rustic details everywhere. But that's not what makes this place so awesome.

That would be the basement.

We were down there till a little while ago and let me tell you, it was like heaven. There was this big pool that was really cold compared to the air (it was actually 70ºF in the water but whatever) and then the big cold pool had this awesome slide thing, and then in the room area next to it was this awesome hot tub with this stream of steaming hot water coming from the wall out of this sun shaped plaque and there was, like, fake foliage hanging from the ceiling and wall giving it this kind of garden of eden feeling. Like this (look down) without the random pavement. And add the pool. That's important.

OH and then I forgot the awesome stuff. So there was the hot tub and pool and slide thing, and then there were TWO SAUNAS!!! It was awesome. ( >*o*)> 'Twas amazing.

So we had fun in the basement (Milan went in the hot tub and then we dared him to use the slide and it was hilarious), but then we came back upstairs and took showers and I've been chilling in this warm and cozy room for a while and it's making me thing really slow and type slow and be slow and LAZY. I mean, I'm always lazy, but I mean lazier than usual. That's what I meant. It's crazy right? Sigh. But I'm too lazy to fix the heater so oh well. It's not like it's uncomfortable. It's making me a little drowsy is all.

And now I'm very easily sidetracked. For example I was just surfing the web, 'cause that's just what I do you know, and found this. CLICK THIS LINK IT'S AWESOME!!! I mean, it made me want to scream PREACH SISTA or something. The original this was in Portuguese so you might have to translate it (that is, if it doesn't translate automatically), but if more people could understand some of these basic term than I would be able to have an easier time conversing with them on a regular basis. They would also have an easier time trying to understand me, but sometimes I guess it's best not to understand me. Oh well.

Well, I'm tired and will watch anime for a bit before passing out, laptop on stomach. Gnite!!

(づ｡◕‿‿◕｡)づ   oyasumi ~

Oh the Joy of Last Minute Posts

Alright. I didn't actually do much today except run out and do a little shopping with my mom so I guess I'll tell you all about that and bore you all to tears.

SO today I went shopping. (cue applause)

I bought a hair brush, razors, a soap box (like the ones for bars of soap), hair products to make me feel special, and my mom bought groceries (so surprising). That pretty sums up my productivity for the day.

Other than that there's not much to say. Wait actually....

I'M GOING SNOWBOARDING TOMORROW!! NO WORK. ALL PLAY. LET'S GOOOOO. WHOOP WHOOP. Okay I'm done. Gnite.

A Bunch of Random Thoughts :P

OKAY. So to start things out I just wanna say that I am thoroughly afraid of pandas now. Middle school children are quite amazing, aren't they? Anyways enjoy that video.

ALSO!! I was having troubling thinking of what to blog so a friend of mine (who I've definitely blogged about before but whatever) suggested I write about my impression of the app osu!stream, which got me thinking about all of the things I hate about it so I will rant about that for a while. Skip the next paragraph if you don't want to hear it.

So osu!stream sucks. Like a lot a lot. It's seems okay at first and the levels are all pretty easy (I mean you can't really do much on an iPhone screen with two fingers) but stillllllll. Make it a little more difficult please. But I mean, I'd still be okay with it even if it wasn't any harder. But then there are the downloads. ALL OF THE FREE DOWNLOADS ARE DUMB!! The one for my friends nook is WAY BETTER and you can just download whatever LIKE THE REAL THING!! Like COME ON!! And even out of all the songs that you can get, free and the ones that cost two bucks put together, theres only maybe fifty songs total. WHAT IS THIS BLASPHEMY!

So yeah. I really need to go get the desktop version. Before May. Hopefully.

Also I JUST REALIZED SCHOOL IS ALMOST OVER! I HAVE SURVIVED AS A FROSHIE! I WILL BE ABLE TO SCOFF AT NEXT YEARS FRESHMEN! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

Thank you for your time. I hope you enjoyed reading. Have a good evening, everyone.

BYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE~

<3

Strange Parents and Laundry Songs

I live with my agnostic family of five in a smallish single family home. Three out of the five of us are always loud, making the space seem smaller than it is, and we have so much stuff. Actually no. That's a lie. We have a normal amount of stuff. Our youngest brother just happens to be very spread out. Same goes for my dad actually. But that's besides the point. Speaking of my parents...

Actually no that's a bad idea. Let's not talk about them. Not yet.

So on to the actual story. It was, I dunno, sometime after dinner right? And I enjoyed my sticky rice and pork and everything. We were really asian tonight and had like Zongzi and like those tara root cake things that are really really yummy, especially when my mom adds that spicy pepper scallion sauce or whatever that we usually use for dumplings. So I was happily looking up music and reading manga with a stomach full of yumminess when my mom tells me to go do laundry. Or maybe she said go do some chores. I don't know. :P They pretty much mean the same thing.

So I'm doing the laundry, rocking out to my music and what not, (I have a legit playlist called "laundry" that I listen to when I fold clothes =_=) when Indy comes over and asks me to play "Talk Dirty" because he can't find his iPod and wants to listen to music while he reads or whatever. I mean, I don't mind. That's not what matters.

So we're over here rocking out to Jason Derulo on repeat 'cause that's just how weird we are, when all of a sudden some hebrew song starts playing from the dining room (Indy and I were in the living room) and I hear my dad trying to go back to his late teens/early twenties and sing...

He's not that bad. But he is more of a screaming-rock-that-hurts-your-ears-and-no-one-understands-a-thing-you're-saying kind of singer if you get what I mean. Basically he screeches like a banshee on higher notes and hurts all our ears.

So to put it simply, the Hava Nagila really wasn't his song.

Now, I go over to try and explain this all to him (my dad is weird) and all of a sudden I realize that it's not just him. My mom and Milan are singing too.

Cue facepalm. Smh. Cries.

That pretty much sums up the entirety of my afternoon as Indy and I bring our volume up to an impossible level as we try to block out the sound of our parents singing.

And then they started watching Ukraine's got talent and my youtube history was filled with videos of Russian speaking pole dancers.

Help.

Love IV

Love is weird.

We all crave love at one point, and we are all hurt by love at another. It gives us motivations, makes us lose our concentration, changes our daily habits and adds flavor to our everyday routines. Love is like a poison and love is like a cure. Love is a hassle. Love is just plain dumb.

It's weird is all.

And love comes in all sorts of types and levels. Like really. Split personality disorder much???

It's not something humans have. It's loves own personal disorder.

Anyways, love needs to get it's own life in check and stop screwing with mine ours. Like REALLY!! MAKE UP YOUR MIND!! Lets say you have three different types of shirts to choose from. Theres the normal ones, the cute ones, and the nice ones. Then there are maybe four or five different colors for each shirt. Now let's say you're at the store, and you REALLY REALLY REALLY want to buy some, but you NEED one of each type at least, yet only have enough money for three altogether, so naturally the smart choice would be to buy one of each type (the normal, cute, and nice) because you're saving the rest of your money for lunch (I don't know. Just bear with the analogy).

So what do you do? You absolutely know for sure that you totally want, like, buy all of them, but you know your restrictions so you go looking for advice. From who?

YOUR BEST FRIEND! DUH!

But see, your best friend has multiple personality disorder and changes people every few minutes, so instead of getting to a decision, you just get a bunch of different people's opinions. AND THEN YOU'RE STUCK WITH EVEN MORE ANXIETY! 

Well doesn't this suck. Now you just want all the shirts all the more. So, you scream "SCREW THIS" and end up finding a hoodie instead.

Story of my life, I swear.

GO DIE, LOVE!

OH and then this song <(^__^< )*

I'm sad. Thus, I am boring

So, I forgot to post yesterday. Please cry for me. Now I will only be able to post 30 times this month. That one less than 31. I lost one day. I need to pay attention. I must not pass out anymore. I must stay awake and post. I HEREBY PLEDGE NEVER TO MISS A DAY OF BLOGGING EVER AGAIN!

Anyways. I don't know what to write. I've been doing homework and more homework and more homework and more homework (gasps for air) AND more homework and more homework and more homework AND MORE FREAKING HOMEWORK!

SO I will just post a bunch of you tube vids and hope you like them.

Actually I lied. I'll be a slacker and post one. Ciao.

sry the guy is kinda funny

Power VII

Alrighty. So I was talking with my friend (yes I have those so shaddup) and we have come to the conclusion (well mostly me. Actually maybe it was all him. IDEK) that the media is brainwashing me us. 

I swear to any higher entity you want that it's so true.

So, I was just watching my anime and looking at KPop vids and finding adorable anime scenes and listenning to JPop and not being the perfect asian stereotype in the slightest, when I saw this one gif and it made me think. Well actually that's a lie. I am always thinking. I was just more aware of what I was thinking at that time. My thoughts sorta kinda went like this (I don't actually think in words. I think in feelings and colors and shapes. But I will attempt a MAYA THOUGHT to MAYA ENGLISH translation.)

*sees cuddle*

Aw that's cute.

*sees kiss*

o////o KYAAAAA ^_^

*sees huggle*

I feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

*pause*

Kinda wish I had that...

*slightly longer pause*

I really wish I had that...

*wait... for... it...*

SHOOT MAYA WHAT ARE YOU THINKING YOU IDIOT. BAKABAKABAKABAKABAKA!!!! U KNOW BETTER!! THAT STUFF IS DISTRACTING AND COMPLICATING STOP STOP STOPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 

And that's as accurate as this "translation" is gonna get. I swear though. 

GOOGLE PLUS IS IN CAHOOTS WITH A BUNCH OF EVIL GENIUSES WHO WANT TO TAKE OVER THE WORLD BY BRAINWASHING EVERYONE ON THE INTERNET INTO THINKING THEY ALL WANT BFs IN HIGH SCHOOL BY WAY OF CUTE POSTS, MEMES, AND GIFS!!! HALP!

Or then again. Maybe I just have problems.

Tired VIII

COUGH COUGH COUGH ATTENTION PLEASE---

Okay. So, on March 21, 2014, HTHS had it's semi-formal dance. It was supposedly "spy-themed" (read it as "black and white" themed) and trust me, it was the bomb. AND a certain most beautiful Nora (-gami? YESH!) got to make it and it was just....

PURE AWESOMENESS!!

I mean, it could have been better. Some people I wish were there weren't there, and some people I wish weren't there were there but over all the night was goooooooooooooooooooooood. <(^~^<) hehe

Speaking of people I don't like, there is this one kid, okay, who's thigh gap really, really, really pisses me off. Like, thigh gaps aren't bad or anything. I wish I had one for crying out loud. But see, when your fricking thigh gap is the same width as you left thigh, it becomes a problem. It's annoying and gross and unhealthy looking and truth be told?

It irks me.

Sigh. Well I'm tired so I will go now. BAIIIIII

Music XI

Okay I hate being repetitive but I really don't have much to write about that's actually a lie, it's just not interesting so I'm gonna post this one promo vid of the awesomest awesome JRock group of all awesome JRock awesomeness that was made to advertise for their second album that came out like..... last month? Yeah.

I already downloaded the whole thing (^_^) hehe.

It's just like a mix of all of the songs in the whole album but really....

HELLO SLEEPWALKERS IS THE BEST! I LOVETH THEM!! GYAAAAAH!!

I mean, One Ok Rock is good. So is Uverworld (sometimes) and Rookiez is Punk'd (almost all the time). Yui is pretty awesome too, but I'm not sure what genre she is exactly. But still. On my list, Hello Sleepwalkers tops them all. :3

OH LOL I WAS THINKING ABOUT REAL SINGERS VS VOCALOID AND REMEMBERED THE STUPIDEST THING!! xD

So I was listening to "A Fake, Fake, Psychotropic" on repeat while doing my homework because it was making me work at an okay pace and i was being productive for once. Anyways. SO I have it playing out loud and my brother walks over, listens for a bit, and is like "That's a lot of autotune."

Then I wasted fifteen minutes explaining it's not autotune, it's legit just a program running synths making it sound like a person, or as close to one as possible.

His. Face. Was. Priceless.

And that concludes my slice of the day. Sorry for the mega boring post and gross, cliche, and mega ugly ending. I have a lot a lot of homework >_<

Music X

SO I got home and ended up doing some homework, downloading a bunch of music, watching a boring movie, and then doing more homework. Since most of my time was taken up by the movie and I really really really really really really really really really really really really reallyyyyy dont't want to blog about the movie, I'm just gonna add videos to all the songs I downloaded in here and let the world judge me for my taste in music using this inaccurate sample I've provided. (Trust me. There is a whole lot more JRock on my phone, even though there are none on the list below.)

TODAY, MARCH 19, 2014, I, MAYA (K.Y.G.) DOWNLOADED THE FOLLOWING SONGS FOR HER OWN MUSIC LIBRARY (because she has no life)

A Fake, Fake, Psychotropic

Childish War

Indulging: Idol Syndrome

Sincerity Nature: Drastic Measures of Ignorance

Maybe

Sweater Weather (don't judge. I meant to get it a while ago)

Cinema (same with this one)

Give me your hand (the best song ever) <-- Note: I don't think it's the best song ever. That's the title.

And so concludes my odd assortment of downloads this afternoon. (~_~ ;;) hehe

Music IX

Okay. So.

Whoah there. Flashback to middle school.

Anyways. It's been a while since I've blogged about music so I guess this is good. :) So the other day (like maybe two weeks ago) I learned about this one game called "osu!" which looks mega fun and awesome and pretty and AMAZING. It's a little like Tap Tap Revenge but not. 'Cause like, theres the whole "tap and occasionally hold to the rhythm" thing, but with osu!, there's also the factor that you have to DRAG the dots too. According to Matthew, one of the kids I'm babysitting, it's a little like the piano game by smule. I've seen it played on the easier levels so I'm not sure how accurate this comparison it, but I'll add a video of osu! in here because everyone should get it 'cause it looks beautifully amazingly fun. <3 

(Note: I still haven't gotten the app because my mom hasn't discussed downloading it with my dad. sigh)

BUT I WANT THIS GAME SO BAD!

vvvvvv Vids below vvvvvv

Power VI

In this world, we have the power to make every single decision in our life ourselves. (But, only after you've grown up and left your family's home. Before then you only make some of those decisions.) Anyways, people are always making decisions and making the smart decisions for little tasks comes easily. Plus, it makes more sense.

However, I get bored easily. So I tend to not appear as smart. (Just kidding. I'm not smart at all.) Sometimes, I make tasks harder on myself just to challenge myself and give myself a headache.

I'm an idiot.

But that's usually okay.

Anyways, today I got home, opened my laptop, logged on and opened all the tabs necessary for the completion of my homework. I didn't start homework until my loud, annoying, and crazy brothers got home from school, and spent the time between their arrival and the time I got home searching up YouTube videos and chatting.

Maybe I do need help...

So yeah. This happens most days, too. I'm pretty sure I know this is a dumb habit and makes my life more stressful what with having to do serious work while Milan is acting off across the table from me, desperately striving to steal my attention. However, I feel as if doing these kind of dumb "excursive", if you will, helps me learn to do well with or without very load and distracting background noise. In fact, I realized the other day, that between me and my brother, I complain less about the noise level in our house than he does.

Or maybe I have hearing problems. Who knows.

:3

OHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! Before I end this post I figured I'd share these two videos with you guys 'cause I found this one english cover to a Vocaloid song and was like WOW IT ACTUALLY MAKES SENSE!!! I so proud :)

vvv WITHOUT SUBS vvv

vvv WITH SUBS vvv

Sorry I couldn't put the video in the post :(

vvv THIS ONES THE COVER vvv

Procrastinators, UNITE

UWAAAAAAAAAAH!! I almost forgot to post something today! (Whoops) so since I don't actually have anything interesting to blog about I'll just give you all a basic summary of my day.

A SUNDAY IN THE LIFE OF THE (future) EMPRESS OF THE UNIVERSE

So I woke up insanely early as per usual due to my very annoying and unnecessary alarms. (Why have I not gotten rid of them yet??) Then, of course, I fall back to sleep immediately because my bed is soft and warm and cozy. But then I realized we were going to go skiing so I forced my self out of bed and ran around the house frantically looking for my good socks before realizing I put them by my bed the night before. I got ready with the hour and waited another two hours for us to leave when, WHOOPDEEDOO!! Change in plans! We weren't going skiing. So I grabbed my sketch pad and started doodling nonsense and some of the stuff I got out of it was pretty satisfactory. Maybe I'll put pics in another post. Hmm. So after that, I fed the boys food (I think. They might have served themselves) and we all ate lunch. The. The boys went with my dad for a run/walk thing at hartshorn and I stayed home and sketched some more. I got bored of that after a hour (I think) and so I found some manga and started reading. I pretty much switched back and forth between reading and drawing and eating all afternoon. And the. We went swimming for a while (ugh) and then I had dinner, read more manga, and was about to go to sleep when ....

UWAAAAAAAAAAH!! I almost forgot to post something today! (Whoops) so since I don't actually have anything interesting to blog about I just gave you all a basic summary of my day. 

Tired VII

I haven't been at all creative lately. My mind has been this blank slate that u can't write on. It's like it's surface is too seamlessly smooth that nothing of substance sticks to it, or maybe it's made of a very still liquid that only looks solid, but it isn't and I can't figure out why my ideas just keeping sinking and/or dissolving in it. Sigh. I'm not even gonna pre read that sentence. SCREW GRAMMATICAL ERRORS! MY BRAIN IS FRIED.

I want food. But I already ate. I'd love a lollipop though. A cherry tootsie roll pop. Mmmmm.

Sigh. I've been spouting random song lyrics in all sorts of languages and genres all night. I'm so tired. It's ridiculous. 

I've been so uncreative and tired that all I've been thinking are dumb, dark, and clichéd thoughts and those thoughts just keep on going and going and shuffling and repeating like some stupid playlist some kid made to annoy me. I just want to stop thinking and sleep but at the same time I don't want to sleep. I want to eat but I don't want to eat. I want company, but I like the peace and quiet.

WHAT THE HECK IS WRONG WITH ME??? WHY AM I CONTRADICTING MYSELF??? WHERE IS MAYA WHO KNOWS EVERYTHING AND ANYTHING AND IS SURE OF EVERYTHING SHE DOES??? WHERE??????

Oh right, she never existed

I think I'll go to bed now and think about not thinking. 

>.<

I can't think so I guess I'll just rant

Why do humans sit in chairs?

I mean really? Trust me on this, but an hour of sitting on a chair is five times less comfortable than two hours of sitting on the floor. Like for real. I mean, you can't exactly write or do work when you're sitting on the ground, so I guess you could stand and the world could make taller tables or something, but that would be too much trouble. They could also just make shorter tables but that's just as much trouble. So i guess chairs aren;t that bad, just as long as you don't have to sit in one for more than an hour.

Why do we sit so much at school anyway?? We shouldn't be sitting in a classroom all day. We should be doing stuff, doing activities or something. And I mean, those could be educational too if you really tried. Or the activities and stuff don't have to be educational. I guess it's up to the teacher. Meh.

Ow. Owowowowowowowowowowow. I have an eyelash in my eye and it hurrrrrrtttttssssssss.

It's out. Still hurts.

Don't read that out of context 'cause it sounds weird

Hm. The art in anime and manga is a little strange. If you look at like DC Comics or like Marvel artwork, the people all look very human, or close enough. If you compared the muscle structure and skeletal framework proportions of the characters in those books and the drawings in a human anatomy book, you'd be able to find loads and loads and loads of similarities. But not always with anime. It's like, instead of drawing what is actually there, manga artists draw what they actually see. If they see the biceps, they draw in the biceps. If they see pretty eyes, they draw pretty eyes. If they see spiky hair, they draw spiky hair. And if they don't notice it, then they don't draw it. Instead of trying to keep their illustrations perfectly realistic, they try to make it recognizable. Does that make any sense???

Merp. Just finished dinner (and dessert) and am cold because eating klondike bars with only a tank top on next to a drafty window is dumb.

I wonder why that window is drafty though. It's not like there are any real cracks. Maybe it's just the cold emanating off the glass into our warm house or something.

OH PUMPKIN PIE! Damn I can't have any more dessert.

Hm... I should probably do something more productive.....

Yea, no. Screw that.

I'm going back to YouTube. Byeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.

Open Minds and Not So Strange Ideas

I don't understand why so many people in this world 
this country 
this school 
this place
here, live their lives with such a closed mind frame. What's wrong with my ideas and thoughts? What makes them so "gross" and "weird" in the first place? And just 'cause I tell a small group of people, why does the it feel like the entire world has the sudden urge to listen in and judge me?????? 

Stop judging me. Your imagination is just as weird. At least I take pride in my own thoughts.

Cross dressing, shipping homosexual couples, cosplaying. How is it any different from dressing up, shipping heterosexual couples, or play acting?? People do all of those activities for fun, and nearly no people think of them as "weird". Yet when someone exclaims "OH, I totes ship HIM and HIM" instead of "HIM and HER" then everyone goes all, "Oh, you're so weird," and, "stop being creepy." Or when I compliment someone on having a nice, almost androgynous body frame, and say that they would also look good if they cross dressed, everyone else is like, "stop insulting them," even when I WASN'T.

I wish people would open their minds a little and realize how bigoted they sounded. It's just mean, and it makes me sad (for lack of a better adjective) when people think it's "weird" or "gross". 

Because it's not.

It really isn't.

I don't know why, but things like this, small insignificant comments like this, they really piss me off ('scuse my language for any of you more sensitive readers). Like really?? What exactly is so weird or gross or strange about the things I discuss amongst my friends (and sometimes family)? If the people who make such comments really went back and thought about it, the most they might say is "Oh, 'cause, idk, it just is," and then expect me to be fine and accepting of that answer. Well guess what. 

I WON'T ACCEPT THAT ANSWER!

I won't accept it anymore than you accept my views and others habits. I won't accept it anymore than you accept others. THIS IS THE TWENTY FIRST CENTURY PEOPLE. THIS IS ALSO AMERICA. PLEASE GET OVER YOURSELVES AND UNDERSTAND THAT BEING DIFFERENT FROM YOU IS NOT A BAD THING!! THANK YOU. GOOD NIGHT. 



storms over to couch fuming before opening laptop to look up anime...

Reading V

I don't think I have had time for any leisure reading in the past three months. 'Tis very sad. I miss books. SO I went to the library yesterday (GASP!)

I know. Shocker right?

Okay, so yesterday, as per usual, I got home from school, as per usual, went to the side door, as per usual, and attempted get in the house so I could take a nap and eat good food, as per usu---- Yeah, no. I'll stop that. I'm pretty sure you get the point.

However I discovered that getting into a locked house is very difficult when one has left their house key in said house, and is lacking in proper adequate lock picking devices. (Note: I don't wear hair pins, bobby pins, or clips, or carry around a credit card or ID of similar material. Nor did I carry sewing materials with me that day, not that I ever do, or any sort of metal or other hard material bar.)

And so I was stuck outside for the first time in ages, but it was okay because yesterday was really pretty and warm. So, I decided to visit the library.

And conveniently forgot my library card in my bag on the front porch.

Well, WHOOPDEEDOO aren't I the genius. AND THEN, I went to go pick my little brothers up from school, came all the way back home, was prepared to walk right back over to the library WITH MY CARD THIS TIME to check out some books I saw that looked pretty interesting when BA BAM!! Time fricking SLAPS ME IN THE FACE and says "OH LOOK! BOO HOO! LIBRARY CLOSES IN TWELVE MINUTES!"

Time. Go die please. It takes fifteen minutes to walk to the library. Five on a bike. But then I'd have to fill my wheels with air and ain't nobody got time for that. Well, at least I didn't. I'm weak and it takes ten minutes to pump both of my wheels. I cried. Not really. Just figuratively.

I guess none of this really matters though, and you just read this whole post for nothing, because in the end, I got my books after school today and all of the house chores were completed perfectly and everything was good in the world.

Or maybe there is some immensely amazing and huge meaning behind this story that some psychologist or the other will find one day when I'm dead and famous and then spread this post to all the little textbook making copies that force little children to read bland and boring stories about dogs who talk, and my post from freshmen year will be the most interesting thing in it...

Hey, you never know. Stranger things have happened.

*flops arm in rainbow*

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PS- If you are some random psychologist who just happens to find some deeper meaning in my writing, feel free to send it to multiple publishing companies along with all of your notes and ideas about my supposed ideas. Then we'll both be famous. Thanks.

Power V Tired VI

Not having power, or control over things is very uncomfortable. Like dealing with people can be very uncomfortable if you have a hard time predicting them. Or, like, my intelligence. Sometimes it's perfectly accurate and other times it's completely wrong. Or creativity. Dealing with one's own creativity is easy. You always have control over what you think. But when you have to be subjected to someone else creativity, it get's uncomfortable really fast.

Especially when you find yourself standing with your back to a canvas, watching as your friends take aim as they prepare to fling paint filled water balloons at your person.

This has never happened to me ever. I have no experience with this whatsoever. In fact, I'm pretty sure this has never happened to anyone I know. I'm just talking possibilities here.

But -PSYCHE- this post has nothing to do with that. In fact, I wasn't even gonna do a post on power. Actually I was, but I don't have much to write. Actually that's a lie. I have lots to write about. I just don't wanna post it here. Sigh.

I feel sick and my allergies are killing me, which sucks 'cause it's so nice out.

I miss the winter air.

Can't summer get here faster?

Why do trees have pollen, and why must I be affected?

TREES! GET IT STRAIGHT! MY NOSE DOES NOT WANT TO MATE WITH YOU!

I'm tired.

Gnite~

Anime IV

Okay. So, in case you didn't realize, anime is one of my greatest passions. Maybe more than seventeen million, billion times better than the american "cartoons" they have on, like, cartoon network and stuff, anime is real art. Well, those cartoons are art to, but anime has it's own level.

In case you really live under a rock or something (or just have no interest in this kind of thing, whatsoever) you should know that people who are extremely passionate about anime call themselves otakus.

There are many, many, many types of otakus. There are cosplay otakus, gamer otakus, idol JPop otakus, train otakus (I know, it sounds crazy), figurine otakus, robot otakus, pasocon otakus (computer geeks, basically), the wapanese (japanese wannabes) and more.

However, I consider myself an anime otaku for the most part. JRock is awesome, and cosplay can be fun (in my room, by myself, with no one there to see), but anime and manga are definitely the top of my list of obsessions. Besides eating, of course. But that's a necessity so I put it on a separate list (along with sleep).

Within the rather large umbrella of Anime/Manga Otaku, there are even MORE types.

I am friends with many.

I mean there are the closet otakus and the lolicons (cough cough you know who you are) and others. Some otakus like hentai (>.<), yaoi, yuri, those really creepy fangirly romance shoujo otakus, slice of life otakus (meh), the ones who only watch, like, shonnen, the white otakus who think watching Naruto makes them a full out geek, and then a bunch of others I am most definitely forgetting. Anyways, there are loads, but most of us (note: the word "most" is important in that sentence) are perfectly healthy, functioning, human beings with friends, a decent social life, okay grades, and family relationships to die for (that last one might be a lie). SO, basically, don't judge someone for liking anime. It makes me want to judge you for judging them you judging judger who has nothing better to to do with their life so they make unfair judgements about people who don't deserve to be judged by the likes of you. I judge you.

Saying the word "judge" feels weird now....

But that's besides the point. So really, if you like anime you should be proud. If you don't, I mean, that's great and all, but don't try converting people for your sake. I'm not really sure why I wrote this post. I guess I was really in the mood to rant. Or just felt like I had to speak on behalf of all of my meek otaku friends who stopped watching anime because their brothers said that anime was "gay".

Thank you.



PS- if you suddenly feel the urge to start watching anime, just comment and I might try to give you a recommendation based on your interests. Also, use kissanime.com if you can't find the episodes on youtube, because that website is awesome!!!!!!!!! (trust me I would know. it's the best one I found, AND it streams to mobile devices. WHOOP WHOOP)

Oyasumi~

Procrastination, Chinese Take Out, and the Art of (insert cool word here)

So, I have done absolutely NOTHING all day today (minus work from 4:30 to 8:30) and still have this post and maybe, oh, I dunno, seven bio objectives left. That's the same amount of homework I left unfinished at the beginning of my weekend (minus yesterday's post obviously). So here I am completely brain dead, try to think of something to write will simultaneously chugging down hot and sour soup and mixing left over brown sauce (which was on the bottom of the container) with some white rice I found in our fridge maybe two seconds ago.

And then a very kind friend of mine sent me this:

Screw work. Screw dinner. I think I'll waste the next hour of my life for fun.

JK because obviously here I am writing this post, but I figured I might as well include that video there in case some of you would like to waste your lives with me. 

SO I still have some work to do and food to eat and brothers to yell at, but after I post this, there is one thing I absolutley must do.

WATCH EPISODE TEN OF NORAGAMI WHICH CAME OUT TODAY BECAUSE NORAGAMI IS THE BEST ANIME EVER (ever... ever...... ever.........ever.............)

Thank you.

I will also include an old poem of mine that I found yesterday. I wrote it maybe, oh, only two or three years ago. But I kinda liked it so I might as well share. 

NOTE: It doesn't have a title and never will, if only because I'm too lazy to think of one.

when your picture perfect world collapses

stained glass breaks, the music scratches

the way you see things starts to change

and the whole picture gets rearranged

suddenly it all is clear

and then you know the end is near

what once was true and pure and right

is suddenly burned by heavenly light

the ground on which you stand shakes strongly

the sirens in your mind ring soundly

the entire universe in chaos and despair

you shield your heart. Prove that you don't care

Thank you again. I know, I'm such a bright and cheery girl aren't I? ( >^_^ )> *hug* *snuggle*

I will also insert a couple of cool words I learned over the course of the past month that I never knew existed before.

ACTUALLY I take that back because I just realized I accidentally deleted it when trying to steal my phone back from my friends, who were mad at me for reading cute Rin x Haru doujinshis at breakfast. (NOTE: said doujinshis were NOT, I repeat, NOT R18. Don't jump to conclusions and judge me thanks.)

Anyways, I'm tired of waiting and really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really wanna see episode ten so....

JA NE <3

Tired V and Favorites IV and Power IV

Headaches are definitely the worse thing on the planet. If it were scientifically possible to induce a headache, it would definitely be used as a torture device. Actually I take that back. 

Hiccups are the worst.

However right now I have the worst headache ever so it's only natural I would over look hiccups for the time being. The fact that I haven't eaten or dranken (drinken? drunken? lol not the last one) for a while and have been stuck in a small area crowded with bodies for the past three hours doesn't help me much either, but let me tell you. This son of a gun hurts like ever.

(Like how I didn't curse there?)

Anyways, here I am, smelling like chinese take out, devouring soup by the quart, and typing at light speed just so I can have a sleep over with the friends I haven't had a sleep over with in forever. (Or what feels like it anyway.)

WHY DO I NOT KNOW HOW TO TYPE WITH MORE THEN THREE FINGERS PER HAND???? WHAT IS THIS BLASPHEMY????

Ohhhhhh my head hurtsssssssss.

Well, I'm groaning and moaning and complaining out load and I can tell that Milan is about to get sick of me so I think I'll stop (for a little bit). See, I've been invited to loads of stuff over the years, but never ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever ever EVER HAVE I EVER rushed my writing in at the last minute for the sake of said invitation. 

You know you're one of the favorites if I do that much for you.

I don't have favorites.

Oh the power of favorites!! When someone is your favorite, you will do almost anything for them. (Please note the "almost" in that sentence.) You will cosplay in the most embarrassing costumes ever, try some of the strangest (and not necessarily safe) experiments, let them fricking punch your boob for doing something stupid, and share just about all your clothes. You will eat their food and take their money and not say a thing when the same happens to you, and you will listen to them complain about their ex for hours on end even if you knew the guy was rotten from the start. You will do just about anything sane (and insane) for your favorite people, and that's perfectly fine. It's normal. Which is why it's totally normal for me to be killing my brain cells with this headache as I try to get as much of my thoughts out before taking a thirty second shower (hair and everything, trust me it's possible) and grabbing all your stuff before rushing out of the house and driving across town just to spend a night with these people.

(Note to all english teachers or other passerby who read that last sentence and understood nothing. My apologies for my grammatical  incorrectness. I'm kind of rushing right now.)

Good god I'm tired. Watch me stay up till six am, talking and laughing and chatting all night.

Note: I wrote this post in yellow so that it's hard on your eyes and gives you a headache too.

My apologies for the font color. Please feel free to highlight the text, so as to read this post better. :)

Tall Boys, Cold Food, and a Need for More Cellular Data

Tall boys covered in lean muscle with good eyes, skin, and hair that looks fun to run your fingers through. Every otaku's girl's dream.

I mean, maybe it's just my dream. But that's besides the point.

SO today was the RBCS Fashion Show, which has 1st grade, 3rd grade, and 8th grade models in it. I did my last fashion show last year, and let me tell you, it was a ton of fun.

Speaking of last year, last year I learned of a boy whom all of my friends seemed to be friends with but I only knew his name and face (kind, sorta, not really). For lack of a better substitute, we will call this boy "Spencer". I mean, the kid seemed cool enough, and the stories told about him were always a good source of amusement, but for some reason, it seemed I was the only one in my small circle of Red Bank Charter friends who hadn't met this "Spencer". In fact, my knowledge about this boy was so scarce, I'm not even sure he knows who I am. I wouldn't be at all surprised if he didn't. I just find people like him interesting. Like a good book that you skimmed the back of, but lose it so often you have no time to read it through. 

Anyways, today at the fashion show, said "Spencer" was there. That was another strange thing. He didn't go to our school. He might have never even stepped a foot into our school. But he was always at every single school event we had. And I mean, every. Single. One.

I still have not spoken two words to the guy.

So, fast forward back to today, and see me in the Salvation army, cold eggplant-parm-sub-thing in hand as we walk around aimlessly while the adults help clean up. Those big mop/broom things are sweeping all over the place, catching crumpled programs, candy wrappers, abandoned plates of pizza, and raffle ticket stubs. By the food stand, some moms are rationing out the leftovers, so they don't have to bring home more leftovers than needed. I just keep moving. Circling. Running patterns all over the tile floor as I enjoy my cold parmesan and listen to JRock music. And in the corner, kicking what looks like a fruit loop back and forth, is one of the older Charter Alumni and "Spencer".

Go figure.

Currently, the people closest to my age in the place are those two, but I really don't want to talk to them. Even when the kid who did go to my middle school was still in Charter we never really talked much. And as for "Spencer"... that's an awkward situation I wouldn't mind avoiding. So instead, I pull out my phone and plan to check twitter or work on one of my many unfinished novels or do something that does not require me making awkward conversation with people I know, but not really. There's just one thing.

I have no data or texts left.

!@%^&*#%!$!%&##$%!&!*@^#^*!(#^$*!(!@#$&$(&#(@^_)(%(^@%#*$+@&!%^#*$

My plan renews on the tenth, but three days seems like a really long time when you kind of want your plan renewed now. But I tried my best to deal with my frustration (these first world problems are real bummers) and ended up eating more junk. Surprise, surprise. Typical Maya.

But even as I stood awkwardly by the food table, stuffing my mouth to prevent any need for conversation, I couldn't help but unconsciously track "Spencer" as he moved around the room. I'm not a stalker. Or a creeper. Or weird in any way  (probably). But really, people like this "Spencer" are just too interesting for their own good.

And so, I wasted the past half hour writing about the hour I wasted watching some friend of my friends out of the corner of my eyes.










.... The end.

Love III

In my world there is no middle ground. There is just this constant jumping back and forth between highs, lows, lefts, rights, and backwards. I would include forwards, but seeing as you can't exactly not move forward in time, I figure that's a given. However, I'm not an extremist. Last year, I wondered if that label applied to me, but it really doesn't. 'Cause if you think about it, even though there is no middle ground to stand on, there are always different degrees of everything. It's like this color wheel thing. Something, I'm sure anyone with a decent computer has seen before.

The wheel is the world of all of the emotions and opinions and thoughts and everything anyone has ever experienced ever. But you can only be truly alive if you are on a color. So no matter what, there will always be that one tiny middle space of pure white where you can't stand, can't touch, can't reach. 

Can't live, really.

So it's not really extremist, all things considered. I just don't live in the white space. Just try and imagine how lonely that would feel, being completely unbiased about everything and anything. I know I couldn't do it.

So by that theory, if we apply it to the world, love, and hate (three extremely big concepts I like to dabble in for kicks), does this mean the world loves me? Or hates me?

It's all very puzzling.

Well, on one hand, I could be extremely pessimistic and say that because I have not had a proper confession from the world saying they love me it means that the world must hate me, which pretty much makes me scum that should die within the next few seconds.

But on the other hand, we can assume the world is shy and not straightforward in sending messages (as per usual) and say that because the world hasn't told me it hates me, that it must love me in some way shape or form on some level or the other.

So, by that logic, the world loves me unconditionally, at least a little bit. But the one thing I can say for sure is that the world is not indifferent.

Nothing is truly indifferent or unbiased.

I mean, I can ignore someone for days on end and not show any signs of change. But isn't that a sort of hate? To give someone the cold shoulder is like denying their existence. Why would you go thru the effort if you were truly indifferent?

But if you were indifferent, then why would you talk to them in the first place.

Words like these are so flexible and undefined that they almost feel like jello in your mouth. All wiggly and jiggly and wobbly as ever, but it stays where it is. That would explain why jello is so hard to draw. Try it. It's such a pain. 

SO. If this is my theory, my theory needs a name (you know. just so like, in case it gets real popular and someone decides to be dumb and form a cult after it.) But I wont be super narcissistic and name it after me. That's just rude. It's like saying OH I'M THE ONLY ONE WHO EVER HAD THIS IDEA ON THEIR OWN. There were probably loads of people who came before me. I just happened to write it down. 

I will name it the Indifferent, Unbiased, Clean Slate Theory. It doesnt't even halfway make sense. But that's okay, it suits me fine.

And between making sense and not making sense, the latter seems more interesting.

I should make a theory for that to. The constant need to make a more interesting choice rather than the most logical. Anyways, I will end this now. G'nigh--

[dial tone]

Gay means Happy and Anime III

But that doesn't mean we cant judge Excalibur a little bit....

If you haven't seen Soul Eater yet, you really are missing out. It doesn't have the best art, but the story line is awesome. Also it's just way too funny to pass up. AND IT'S ONLY FIFTY TWO EPISODES. Seriously. Go watch it. Link to episode one below. Don't watch if you aren't at least in eighth grade. Or high school.

With Japanese subs:
http://kissanime.com/Anime/Soul-Eater/Episode-001?id=6712

English dub: http://kissanime.com/Anime/Soul-Eater-Dub/Episode-001?id=6712

And then watch this video 'cause it's funny and a special senpai of mine very kindly showed it to me maybe two minutes ago. (Tanks Roger, you're the bestest.)

SUPER FUNNY YOU SHOULD WATCH

Have a good night :)
(This saying goes for everyone, whether you're sleeping or not. Whoever said that first was a genius.)