Gah, for some reason, whenever I want to write "another" I keep writing "a nother" not even "an other."
Nother isn't even a word.
Or maybe it is.
Well, not a word, but a name.
Hm.
Anyway, the thingy on my dashboard said "13 followers" but when I clicked on it, it said 12. Either wait, I have a new follower
So.
Welcome to my blog, Nurul Adilla Mohd Roslan.
I kind of have to wonder, what kind of insane, unstable cynic are you??
But then I realize, what the hey, another follower.
So welcome. :)
And please don't be scared off by my horrid writing.
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At first I forgot what else I wanted to write about, but I just remembered.
Caramel Apples.
Yesterday, I ate my first caramel apple ever. In my life.
When I was a kid, I'd always wanted to try one, but then my mother would rant about how it'll spoil my teeth, sugar is bad for you, you'll get fat, you won't do well if you sit around stuffing your face all day, you have enough things as it is, why need a caramel apple, if you keep talking like this you'll be a failure at life, etc, etc-- *breath*-- and so I just dropped it and after a while, even when I got my own money, and when I saw one, it was just kinda... hmmm a caramel apple. Looks nice.
Kinda like when you're looking at jewelry and you see something really nice and really expensive and you think, Oh, how pretty, but you don't even feel sad that you can't buy it cuz you know it's part of a different world, a world in which you don't belong.
But yesterday, Newspaper-sensei was kind enough to make some and I ate one and it was wonderful~
And yeah, saying "wonderful" probably isn't like me, but it was really nice.
30 October 2010
29 October 2010
I just remembered the third thing I was going to write about on my last post.
Sooo....
*silence*
Heh, you have a "silence" button on there, too?
Er... not really... I just didn't press anything.
Then why was there that "*silence*" thing up there?
Probably to show that there was a pause.
If you want, I could do crickets!
*cricket* *cricket*
Oi, I didn't even tell a joke!
Anyway.
It seems.
That.
They.
Have.
Given.
A--
Oh, just tell us already!!
I'm not even telling you guys. You guys are in my head. You should already know.
I think she was just voicing what your readers must be thinking
Whatever.
Anyway.
Did you know they put up an age restriction on trick-or-treating?
Some states said 20, others said 12.
Guess what Texas said!
12.
So my friends are quite bummed out.
Poor things.
of course, I haven't done any trick-or-treating since 5th grade, so this does not affect me.
but it's a bit amusing, eh?
Well, some of my friends are short. They can pretend to be 12-year-olds and take candy?
IDK.
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You know, it turns out one of my favorite singers, with one of the mildest voice and songs out there (well, not a mild voice, but it has this soft air, get what I mean?) has this one song, and some of the lyrics were a bit disturbing.
With the help of aheeya.com, I translated the lyrics and I got this:
*silence*
Heh, you have a "silence" button on there, too?
Er... not really... I just didn't press anything.
Then why was there that "*silence*" thing up there?
Probably to show that there was a pause.
If you want, I could do crickets!
*cricket* *cricket*
Oi, I didn't even tell a joke!
Anyway.
It seems.
That.
They.
Have.
Given.
A--
Oh, just tell us already!!
I'm not even telling you guys. You guys are in my head. You should already know.
I think she was just voicing what your readers must be thinking
Whatever.
Anyway.
Did you know they put up an age restriction on trick-or-treating?
Some states said 20, others said 12.
Guess what Texas said!
12.
So my friends are quite bummed out.
Poor things.
of course, I haven't done any trick-or-treating since 5th grade, so this does not affect me.
but it's a bit amusing, eh?
Well, some of my friends are short. They can pretend to be 12-year-olds and take candy?
IDK.
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You know, it turns out one of my favorite singers, with one of the mildest voice and songs out there (well, not a mild voice, but it has this soft air, get what I mean?) has this one song, and some of the lyrics were a bit disturbing.
With the help of aheeya.com, I translated the lyrics and I got this:
title-Smiling Angel
artist-Sung Si-Kyung
You make my heart keep pumpin'
I can't stop my self lovin' you
Geez, I think I have a crush on you
Tell me that you love me I cannot stand that you're never mine
You really break my heart
Even when I'm angry, if I just see your smile... the idiot I am
You're too pretty to anyone who sees you, like a tempting apple
I want to bite you, I want to hold you
Getting hit by your arrow of pink light
You're too kind to people, so everyone's deceived
If you haven't forgotten you're my lover
Quit being so mischievious around me
I get so jealous and I can't think striaght-- I'm so uneasy
Tell me that you love me I cannot stand that you're never mine
You really break my heart
Even when I'm angry, when I see your smiling face... The idiot I am
(Rap)
Ya break my heart feeling blue got no clue
don't wanna leave ya
i want to conceive ya come to my complete mind
Come with me and fill my empty heart, just stay with me
I'm looking at you, along with my empty heart, stay with me
I threw out your yellowing picture in my wallet, don't hide it
Even if you become wrinkled, I won't mind. You're like an angel
I want to hide you so no one can see you
Can't you be a doll just for me?
I worked so hard so you'd come to me. I don't wat to forget you
I feel so uneasy
Tell me that you love me I cannot stand that you're never mine
You really break my heart
Even when I'm angry, when I see your smiling face... The idiot I am
Tell me that you love me I cannot stand that you're never mine
You really break my heart
Even when I'm angry, when I see your smiling face... The idiot I am
Tell me that you love me I cannot stand that you're never mine
You really break my heart
Even when I'm angry, when I see your smiling face... The idiot I am
Now, please direct your attention to the first and second lines of the third verse.
"You're like a tempting apple. I want to bite you."
Isn't that just a little bit... o.o
ANd then the last line of the third-to-last verse.
Can't you be a doll just for me, it says.
Doesn't that sound just a little bit... scary? Not scary, per se, but... you know...
I mean, I'm sure it's better than the first opening to Higurashi, or Alice Human Sacrifice
But still. It kinda makes me think of this one song by the vocaloid Kaito, Sweets Devil, I think. The apple part at least. I'd link to it, but I think I've linked you to enough disturbing songs as is.
Still, I still love this song. I just won't be able to hear that line without laughing for a while. :D
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^Ice cream. Well, today was a bit cold for ice cream.
I really want ice cream right now, but I'm too scared to go out into the living room. Cuz I need to cut through there to get to the kitchen. Cuz my mother's mad at me. I mean, she's been mad at me before, and she's made it clear that even if she's mad at me, if I'm hungry, she's okay with me coming out from my rock and getting something to eat.
But it's still scary.
I was so hungry a while ago and I went out to the living room (she already gave me diner, but I wanted more afterwards, but I was too scared to ask for more ;A;) but then I saw my parents on the couch, my father watching TV, and my mother on the computer. I kinda stood by my door for almost a minute, clenched my fists and tried to take a step forward.
As I lifted my foot, my dad turned his head to look at me. I was like "OH SHIT!" and nearly cried in fear and ran back into my room to hide under my rock until I could stop shivering. Not that my dad would do anything to me, but it was scary~~~~~~~~~
AND I WANT ICE CREAM!!!!
TT.TT
Aah, what do I dooooooooooooooooooooooooooo???????????????????
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So much ice cream... BUT I STILL CAN'T GET ANY!
D:>
*cries*
Nietzsche, Snobbishness and something else I'll hopefully remember later
I recently learned that the annoying phrase "What doesn't kill me makes me stronger" was Frederich Nietzsche. I personally hate that quote.
Instead of "What doesn't kill me makes me stronger," shouldn't it be "What doesn't kill me makes it easier for the next person"?
*laugh*
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I also recently learned of why my old English class thought I moved classes.
They just went and randomly changed my schedule. I didn't want that. Truth be told, I don't like my new English class.
However, my friend in my old English class (as in the only one there) told me that when she was talking to another classmate, and when the conversation turned to me somehow, it was like "Oh, that Asian who moved cuz she's too smart for us, huh?"
My friend was like, "Noo... She moved because they messed up her schedule."
"Hm." (probably doesn't believe her)
What I don't get is why that person thought that. I never acted cocky or overbearing at all last year. (My old class had most of the people from last year). I was just quiet and barely talked. And I guess they thought that, Oh, since she's smart, she must be an arrogant bitch, too.
but I don't get how someone would just think that about someone. I wasn't even that "smart" in that class? Was it because I'm Asian?
Still, it really bothered me. A lot. Boo.
And there was something else I wanted to write about, but I think I don't care anymore. I'll probably remember it in a few hours and finally write about it in a month.
Instead of "What doesn't kill me makes me stronger," shouldn't it be "What doesn't kill me makes it easier for the next person"?
*laugh*
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I also recently learned of why my old English class thought I moved classes.
They just went and randomly changed my schedule. I didn't want that. Truth be told, I don't like my new English class.
However, my friend in my old English class (as in the only one there) told me that when she was talking to another classmate, and when the conversation turned to me somehow, it was like "Oh, that Asian who moved cuz she's too smart for us, huh?"
My friend was like, "Noo... She moved because they messed up her schedule."
"Hm." (probably doesn't believe her)
What I don't get is why that person thought that. I never acted cocky or overbearing at all last year. (My old class had most of the people from last year). I was just quiet and barely talked. And I guess they thought that, Oh, since she's smart, she must be an arrogant bitch, too.
but I don't get how someone would just think that about someone. I wasn't even that "smart" in that class? Was it because I'm Asian?
Still, it really bothered me. A lot. Boo.
And there was something else I wanted to write about, but I think I don't care anymore. I'll probably remember it in a few hours and finally write about it in a month.
28 October 2010
Yudan Sezu ni Ikou
Don't let your guard down.
A favorite line of Tezuka Kunimitsu, captain of Seigaku tennis team in Prince of Tennis.
Literally, it means, "let's go without letting down our guard" but whatever.
And I should have kept this in mind.
But.
But progress reports cam out.
And my mother asked to see it.
And I know it's only a progress report, but I got an 85, a 77 and a 75.
And the rest were all 50s.
Nah, the rest were all 90s. That was just a pitiful attempt at a joke to try to alleviate this situation and maybe bring some humor to it.
But there is no humor.
Cuz if I have a C in a class, and we only have a week left to get in grades for the report card, what are my chances of getting those awful, awful C's to A's?
And if I have a big project worth 20% of my final grade, and I get an A on that, what are my chances?
Slim?
Thought so.
None at all?
Meh, I suspected. (She said, fighting back tears)
And my mother told me last 6 weeks that if I didn't get those Bs to As, she'd just give up on me and we'd move to Katy. And the schools are better there, but only because there are so many Asians. So it'd be really competitive. And I'd probably do very badly. But, my brother would probably do well, and we'd get to live in a house, and there'd be more space, and we wouldn't be in a crowded city, etc, etc. We'd all be happy. Meaning I have to give up my chances to make room for them? Probably.
And after seeing my heinous sin of a progress report, my parents discussed it openly in front of my brother, and loudly enough for me to hear through my closed door. This worries me.
One or two small slip-ups, a misreading of instructions, neglect of reading a chapter, and suddenly, BAM, you have Cs! Can't God just be nice to me? He stuck me with great parents and a great brother, but that's all he's ever done for me. I haven't been very lucky lately. Nothing's been working out for me. Can't I be forgiven for a couple (thousand slipups?)
Sure, my tone may be a bit ironic, but I assure you, this situation is not very ironic or humorous at all for me.
I suppose I could do the "I'm just a kid" or "I'm only human" speech and shriek about how, Oh, can't you forgive me for screwing up once or twice (this week)? Or, Damn, it's only grades. I don't need no edumacation. I can do good all bah mahself. Or, Oh, poo, life sucks. This is all so totally insane and pointless. This is so depressing. Heck, this is so depressing, I'll go wear black lipstick and eyeliner and go write poetry about abysses and chasms and other big, deep holes!
But you've probably heard that so many times already. So I won't waste my breath. (Breath?) Yeah. Breath. I don't care if that doesn't fit this situation. I really, really don't care. You get the point, anyway, cuz, unlike me, you're not idiots.
Also, because I've been brooding so much, I kinda started wanting to write a psychological-type story about a person who goes and kills a bunch of people because... well... who knows why? But then I start to scare myself again and I just leave that alone.
But this really is very depressing.
I always say I should have a low self-esteem but I have a high one, but I probably do have a low self-esteem, but I won't even let myself admit it even when I'm completely isolated.
Oh, poo. This is so depressing, I think I'll start wearing black lipstick and write poems about abysses, chasms and other big, deep holes!
A favorite line of Tezuka Kunimitsu, captain of Seigaku tennis team in Prince of Tennis.
Literally, it means, "let's go without letting down our guard" but whatever.
And I should have kept this in mind.
But.
But progress reports cam out.
And my mother asked to see it.
And I know it's only a progress report, but I got an 85, a 77 and a 75.
And the rest were all 50s.
Nah, the rest were all 90s. That was just a pitiful attempt at a joke to try to alleviate this situation and maybe bring some humor to it.
But there is no humor.
Cuz if I have a C in a class, and we only have a week left to get in grades for the report card, what are my chances of getting those awful, awful C's to A's?
And if I have a big project worth 20% of my final grade, and I get an A on that, what are my chances?
Slim?
Thought so.
None at all?
Meh, I suspected. (She said, fighting back tears)
And my mother told me last 6 weeks that if I didn't get those Bs to As, she'd just give up on me and we'd move to Katy. And the schools are better there, but only because there are so many Asians. So it'd be really competitive. And I'd probably do very badly. But, my brother would probably do well, and we'd get to live in a house, and there'd be more space, and we wouldn't be in a crowded city, etc, etc. We'd all be happy. Meaning I have to give up my chances to make room for them? Probably.
And after seeing my heinous sin of a progress report, my parents discussed it openly in front of my brother, and loudly enough for me to hear through my closed door. This worries me.
One or two small slip-ups, a misreading of instructions, neglect of reading a chapter, and suddenly, BAM, you have Cs! Can't God just be nice to me? He stuck me with great parents and a great brother, but that's all he's ever done for me. I haven't been very lucky lately. Nothing's been working out for me. Can't I be forgiven for a couple (thousand slipups?)
Sure, my tone may be a bit ironic, but I assure you, this situation is not very ironic or humorous at all for me.
I suppose I could do the "I'm just a kid" or "I'm only human" speech and shriek about how, Oh, can't you forgive me for screwing up once or twice (this week)? Or, Damn, it's only grades. I don't need no edumacation. I can do good all bah mahself. Or, Oh, poo, life sucks. This is all so totally insane and pointless. This is so depressing. Heck, this is so depressing, I'll go wear black lipstick and eyeliner and go write poetry about abysses and chasms and other big, deep holes!
But you've probably heard that so many times already. So I won't waste my breath. (Breath?) Yeah. Breath. I don't care if that doesn't fit this situation. I really, really don't care. You get the point, anyway, cuz, unlike me, you're not idiots.
Also, because I've been brooding so much, I kinda started wanting to write a psychological-type story about a person who goes and kills a bunch of people because... well... who knows why? But then I start to scare myself again and I just leave that alone.
But this really is very depressing.
I always say I should have a low self-esteem but I have a high one, but I probably do have a low self-esteem, but I won't even let myself admit it even when I'm completely isolated.
Oh, poo. This is so depressing, I think I'll start wearing black lipstick and write poems about abysses, chasms and other big, deep holes!
22 October 2010
Photographers and Speech Patterns
There was something else I was planning on talking about, but I forgot what it was, so it probably wasn't important.
That's the argument my dad would always make when we wanted to tell him something and forgot it.
But that's bull.
Well, since it was for this blog, no, it wasn't so significant, but it still bothers me.
Anyway, TWO POSTS in TWO CONSECUTIVE DAYS!! Don't get used to it. Srsly.
Yesterday, a photographer from yearbook came to worknights (I forgot about it yesterday, k?) and took photos for, of course, yearbook.
And I was one of 2 sophomores on the staff, so she went and took pictures of me.
I hated it. I hate having my photo taken.
When she was taking photos of the other staff members, she'd be standing on the oh-so-stable computer desks, leaning over the new macs, lying on the floor, doing a bunch of stuff to get a good shot.
Someone should take photos of her.
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I've started to be a lot nicer to people. I haven't been as biting or mean to them lately. It's weird.
And my voice has gotten deeper, and I'm talking a lot more slowly. I must be going crazy.
and then I ran out of what I planned on writing, which actually seemed like a lot in my head. hm.
On another completely unrelated note, I'm reading a book called the Invisible Gorilla.
That's the argument my dad would always make when we wanted to tell him something and forgot it.
But that's bull.
Well, since it was for this blog, no, it wasn't so significant, but it still bothers me.
Anyway, TWO POSTS in TWO CONSECUTIVE DAYS!! Don't get used to it. Srsly.
Yesterday, a photographer from yearbook came to worknights (I forgot about it yesterday, k?) and took photos for, of course, yearbook.
And I was one of 2 sophomores on the staff, so she went and took pictures of me.
I hated it. I hate having my photo taken.
When she was taking photos of the other staff members, she'd be standing on the oh-so-stable computer desks, leaning over the new macs, lying on the floor, doing a bunch of stuff to get a good shot.
Someone should take photos of her.
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I've started to be a lot nicer to people. I haven't been as biting or mean to them lately. It's weird.
And my voice has gotten deeper, and I'm talking a lot more slowly. I must be going crazy.
and then I ran out of what I planned on writing, which actually seemed like a lot in my head. hm.
On another completely unrelated note, I'm reading a book called the Invisible Gorilla.
21 October 2010
Euphemisms, Epiphanies and Normal is weirder than I thought it'd be
I know I haven't posted in forever.
I'm sorry.
I hope you haven't forgotten about me.
A while ago, in Bio, we were talking about, of course, living things and what they need to stay living. We were originally talking about plants, and it went to what plants need in order to photosynthesize. She compared it to humans needing air.
Sensei: Cuz without air, we'd... (pause)
Students: Die.
Sensei: Yeah, without air, we'd, um... stop breathing.
My point is, even though that class is filled with freshmen (actually, I was one last year, but who cares?), we're in high school. We don't need any euphemisms for "die." When something dies, it dies. It becomes dead. And it stays dead.
I don't get why movies and TV shows do that, either. Why is this world obsessed with makings sound nicer than they are?
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I think the strongest epiphany I've ever had was in fourth grade.
I realized that people don't want to listen to what I have to say.
I know that sounds obvious, but so few people even my age seem to understand that. They get that the person their problems concern won't care, but they'll go complain to everyone else. It was an extremely strong epiphany for me. It was so shocking, and I could hardly breathe from how shocked I was.
But now, even though I understand that, I still mouth off and complain to anyone, whether they'll listen or not.
It's what Camus would call absurd.
But it was a very strong epiphany and it had a lasting effect on me.
And I know I sound ridiculous for saying this.
Please ignore me now.
Nah, just kidding. Don't ignore me. I'll cry. O.O
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I think the philsbury (?) dough boy looks scary. I mean, imagine seeing that thing in the dark, standing over you as you wake up. Scary.
Just randomly saying. I just saw a commercial for Philsbury crescents. Sorry.
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Yesterday, during homeroom, we got all these papers for safe electronics and internet use.
And blogging was under it.
And my homeroom teacher said, "Does anyone write a blog in here?"
And I didn't bother saying anything, cuz it's homeroom. Who cares.
And then he was like, "yeah, blogs are for losers."
And that really hurt.
And I just started a bunch of sentences with "and."
________ __ __ ________ __________ _ __ _
Today we had another work night for the magazine.
And I always thought the people on staff were pretty normal.
They all act and look pretty normal, too. But it turns out facebook-stalking guys and obsessing over how sexy he is and just screaming at his picture is pretty normal. They were bonding over how much they loved this one guy. And I thought that was pretty weird.
But most of the girls on staff were all talking about it, so I guess it's actually pretty normal.
Normal is a lof crazier than I thought.
o_o
I'm sorry.
I hope you haven't forgotten about me.
A while ago, in Bio, we were talking about, of course, living things and what they need to stay living. We were originally talking about plants, and it went to what plants need in order to photosynthesize. She compared it to humans needing air.
Sensei: Cuz without air, we'd... (pause)
Students: Die.
Sensei: Yeah, without air, we'd, um... stop breathing.
My point is, even though that class is filled with freshmen (actually, I was one last year, but who cares?), we're in high school. We don't need any euphemisms for "die." When something dies, it dies. It becomes dead. And it stays dead.
I don't get why movies and TV shows do that, either. Why is this world obsessed with makings sound nicer than they are?
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I think the strongest epiphany I've ever had was in fourth grade.
I realized that people don't want to listen to what I have to say.
I know that sounds obvious, but so few people even my age seem to understand that. They get that the person their problems concern won't care, but they'll go complain to everyone else. It was an extremely strong epiphany for me. It was so shocking, and I could hardly breathe from how shocked I was.
But now, even though I understand that, I still mouth off and complain to anyone, whether they'll listen or not.
It's what Camus would call absurd.
But it was a very strong epiphany and it had a lasting effect on me.
And I know I sound ridiculous for saying this.
Please ignore me now.
Nah, just kidding. Don't ignore me. I'll cry. O.O
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I think the philsbury (?) dough boy looks scary. I mean, imagine seeing that thing in the dark, standing over you as you wake up. Scary.
Just randomly saying. I just saw a commercial for Philsbury crescents. Sorry.
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Yesterday, during homeroom, we got all these papers for safe electronics and internet use.
And blogging was under it.
And my homeroom teacher said, "Does anyone write a blog in here?"
And I didn't bother saying anything, cuz it's homeroom. Who cares.
And then he was like, "yeah, blogs are for losers."
And that really hurt.
And I just started a bunch of sentences with "and."
________ __ __ ________ __________ _ __ _
Today we had another work night for the magazine.
And I always thought the people on staff were pretty normal.
They all act and look pretty normal, too. But it turns out facebook-stalking guys and obsessing over how sexy he is and just screaming at his picture is pretty normal. They were bonding over how much they loved this one guy. And I thought that was pretty weird.
But most of the girls on staff were all talking about it, so I guess it's actually pretty normal.
Normal is a lof crazier than I thought.
o_o
10 October 2010
Withdrawal
I've been feeling very crappy the past few days.
The world seems to be so much more irritating now. And I was hoping that wouldn't be possible. But it is, and the world seems to be a bigger bitch than usual.
I wonder if this is withdrawal. It's only been a few days, but I'm already feeling like crap. I hate being bored. The only books I have are really, really thick classics and, while I do want to read them, I feel too crappy to put in the effort to read those things even though I want to stave off the boredom.
It's awful.
I didn't think this would be this difficult.
I'm starting to wonder if I really was addicted to manga and anime... I mean, it's really the only thing I ever did.
And my mother even told me not to watch anime.
And if I watch it, I know she's gonna catch me. And she might throw out the manga and anime I have. I always turn to some kind of comic anime and I always burst out laughing at something, so she's gonna know sooner or later, and then *BAM!* hundreds of, maybe even a thousand dollars of manga and anime GONE. I am not letting that happen.
But they went and finally made anime for a bunch of manga I like, so... well... beautiful timing, mother. You should get an award.
And I feel like my brother always gets especially idiotic whenever I'm pissed, but maybe I just get too sensitive and it bothers me more. It takes a lot of mental capacity and effort to not scream at him.
And over pretty little things.
But it's still really, really annoying. No one ever apologizes. He keeps boasting about how much more polite he is than his peers. Wow. His middle school must have gotten a lot worse from when I was in there. Seriously. I'm sure even teenagers from Houston would apologize when they see they made someone angry.
Is there some kind of unwritten law that says one may be impolite to family? That one should be nicer to strangers? I mean, well, I guess I am meaner to people I'm close to, but I'm still polite.
I shouldn't even be ranting about this.
But it's really bothering me.
And the computer gods seem to be hating me more than usual, or am I just seeing it more?
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On Friday, I was talking to friend S in PE, and I was probably talking about something cynical and said that humans probably lasted this long cuz we're so good at killing stuff. And I think she took it as in we're being too mean to animals and said, "Yeah! We should all go vegetarian!"
Me: (jokingly, though it's true) What? But plants are living, too.
S: Yeah, but plants aren't as alive as animals.
Me: Not as alive? What are you talking about? They're still living things.
S: But they're not as alive. They can't move or anything.
But plants reproduce, grow and develop, react to their surroundings, and all the stuff my biology teacher said all living things do.
If there's something "not as alive" as animals, it'd be viruses, right? Cuz they can't reproduce or develop by themselves.
Plants are still "as alive" as animals are, right?
Or am I just going crazy as a result of no anime and need to get myself professional help as soon as possible?
I didn't mention it to make S seem like an idiot. It just surprised me.
Also, that same Friday, S invited me to a party.
This is significant.
No one has invited me to a party for years.
The last one I went to was in 1st grade, and it was my own birthday party.
Wait, no, that's a lie. There's been one other since I moved here. You know, since going to parties started being mandatory to teenager-hood and not just a fun thing. One other. The sweet 16 of a Vietnamese friend. I didn't even think I was that close to her.
And I thought that was very touching. Every other time, people just don't think of inviting me, forget about me, or in some other way I stop existing when they invite people.
And sometimes they tell me it's cuz they don't think I'd want to go.
And I probably wouldn't.
Teenage parties are scary.
Not that I'd know.
But I've heard many scary things about them.
But if they're trying to be so "considerate," I wish they wouldn't go,
"OH MY GOD, DUDE!! You didn't go?!"
Um... no... no one invited me...
"But EVERYONE in the F****ING school AND another school went!"
Sorry for not existing. :|
It's the same thing with everyone knowing each other. Except me. It'll be,
Friend: What? You don't know *name*?
Me: No... no one introduced me to him/her.... (I've never seen or heard of this person in my life.... I think I'm going crazy again...)
Friend: But everyone knows *name*!
Me:Oh... uh... sorry for not existing.
Friend: I thought someone introduced him/her to you. Oh well. *keeps talking with no idea how much she'd (it's always a girl who does this to me. WHY???) just insulted me and has no idea why I'm so pissed later*
Anyway, I thought that was very nice of her, and she was probably a bit scared at how happy I was, but my parents were still mad at me for the grades and my dad would probably be too scared for my life and wouldn't let me go anyway. Though, it seems only 4 people went anyway... All people I know... but still...
And so I couldn't go.
For some reason, I can't get used to always being left out.
Maybe it's because they're always rubbing it in my face. They do it so much, I wonder if it's intentional. And then I just laugh about how I'll end up a hermit and go throw darts at their pictures later. Why are people always so insensitive? I guess I can be a bit insensitive at times, too... but that kind of thing, on my part, is intentional. It's how I'm always teasing them. Though no one seems to understand that, either...
I really feel the biggest social failure here is me. ):
I can never get used to how often I feel like I'm going crazy.
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I probably had something more intelligent to say--
Yeah, that's always the excuse, isn't it?
Aw, man, it's back.
It?
Well... you really are just words on a screen...
YOU are the one who gave us genders! Don't turn around and call us "it's"!!
But she only called you an it. That "it" was singular. :)
You wanna shut up?
Erm... no, not really. Why? :)
Damn, why the hell is he so happy today?
I don't know. Insensitive brat.
What? How am I being insensitive??
Well... it is male. You can't expect one to understand.
Wha? Bu... what does that have to do with it?? YOU'RE the one who made me male! Don't blame me for it!!
I'm not blaming you. I mean, it's not your fault you're insensitive and have the emotional capacity of a paper cut.
That makes no sense!!
Aw, he doesn't get it.
Typical.
Wai... wait, are they ganging up on me??? DON'T TAKE OUT YOUR FRUSTRATIONS ON ME!!!
Oh, wow! I think he just got a sliver of intelligence for a second!!
Amazing. Today's... 10/10/10. Wow, something amazing did happen today!!
What? You guys are so mean to me! I'm LEAVING!!
Aw, I think he got mad.
*DOOR SLAMS*
Aw... he left....
... *snort*
That was fun.
Yes, it was. We should do it again sometime.
Emotional capacity of a paper cut? Genius. He never got it.
Ah, he's not smart enough to tell when something doesn't mean anything.
He'll get over it eventually.
Yes, he will. I hope. Well, if he doesn't... we'll apologize?
... I'm sure he'll get over it! (No way I'm apologizing to the likes of him!)
But we were a bit mean...
...
I'm sure he'll get over it!
Yeah! We're all friends here! We know when we're joking!!
...
I feel like eating ice cream.
*goes to get some from the freezer*
The world seems to be so much more irritating now. And I was hoping that wouldn't be possible. But it is, and the world seems to be a bigger bitch than usual.
I wonder if this is withdrawal. It's only been a few days, but I'm already feeling like crap. I hate being bored. The only books I have are really, really thick classics and, while I do want to read them, I feel too crappy to put in the effort to read those things even though I want to stave off the boredom.
It's awful.
I didn't think this would be this difficult.
I'm starting to wonder if I really was addicted to manga and anime... I mean, it's really the only thing I ever did.
And my mother even told me not to watch anime.
And if I watch it, I know she's gonna catch me. And she might throw out the manga and anime I have. I always turn to some kind of comic anime and I always burst out laughing at something, so she's gonna know sooner or later, and then *BAM!* hundreds of, maybe even a thousand dollars of manga and anime GONE. I am not letting that happen.
But they went and finally made anime for a bunch of manga I like, so... well... beautiful timing, mother. You should get an award.
And I feel like my brother always gets especially idiotic whenever I'm pissed, but maybe I just get too sensitive and it bothers me more. It takes a lot of mental capacity and effort to not scream at him.
And over pretty little things.
But it's still really, really annoying. No one ever apologizes. He keeps boasting about how much more polite he is than his peers. Wow. His middle school must have gotten a lot worse from when I was in there. Seriously. I'm sure even teenagers from Houston would apologize when they see they made someone angry.
Is there some kind of unwritten law that says one may be impolite to family? That one should be nicer to strangers? I mean, well, I guess I am meaner to people I'm close to, but I'm still polite.
I shouldn't even be ranting about this.
But it's really bothering me.
And the computer gods seem to be hating me more than usual, or am I just seeing it more?
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On Friday, I was talking to friend S in PE, and I was probably talking about something cynical and said that humans probably lasted this long cuz we're so good at killing stuff. And I think she took it as in we're being too mean to animals and said, "Yeah! We should all go vegetarian!"
Me: (jokingly, though it's true) What? But plants are living, too.
S: Yeah, but plants aren't as alive as animals.
Me: Not as alive? What are you talking about? They're still living things.
S: But they're not as alive. They can't move or anything.
But plants reproduce, grow and develop, react to their surroundings, and all the stuff my biology teacher said all living things do.
If there's something "not as alive" as animals, it'd be viruses, right? Cuz they can't reproduce or develop by themselves.
Plants are still "as alive" as animals are, right?
Or am I just going crazy as a result of no anime and need to get myself professional help as soon as possible?
I didn't mention it to make S seem like an idiot. It just surprised me.
Also, that same Friday, S invited me to a party.
This is significant.
No one has invited me to a party for years.
The last one I went to was in 1st grade, and it was my own birthday party.
Wait, no, that's a lie. There's been one other since I moved here. You know, since going to parties started being mandatory to teenager-hood and not just a fun thing. One other. The sweet 16 of a Vietnamese friend. I didn't even think I was that close to her.
And I thought that was very touching. Every other time, people just don't think of inviting me, forget about me, or in some other way I stop existing when they invite people.
And sometimes they tell me it's cuz they don't think I'd want to go.
And I probably wouldn't.
Teenage parties are scary.
Not that I'd know.
But I've heard many scary things about them.
But if they're trying to be so "considerate," I wish they wouldn't go,
"OH MY GOD, DUDE!! You didn't go?!"
Um... no... no one invited me...
"But EVERYONE in the F****ING school AND another school went!"
Sorry for not existing. :|
It's the same thing with everyone knowing each other. Except me. It'll be,
Friend: What? You don't know *name*?
Me: No... no one introduced me to him/her.... (I've never seen or heard of this person in my life.... I think I'm going crazy again...)
Friend: But everyone knows *name*!
Me:Oh... uh... sorry for not existing.
Friend: I thought someone introduced him/her to you. Oh well. *keeps talking with no idea how much she'd (it's always a girl who does this to me. WHY???) just insulted me and has no idea why I'm so pissed later*
Anyway, I thought that was very nice of her, and she was probably a bit scared at how happy I was, but my parents were still mad at me for the grades and my dad would probably be too scared for my life and wouldn't let me go anyway. Though, it seems only 4 people went anyway... All people I know... but still...
And so I couldn't go.
For some reason, I can't get used to always being left out.
Maybe it's because they're always rubbing it in my face. They do it so much, I wonder if it's intentional. And then I just laugh about how I'll end up a hermit and go throw darts at their pictures later. Why are people always so insensitive? I guess I can be a bit insensitive at times, too... but that kind of thing, on my part, is intentional. It's how I'm always teasing them. Though no one seems to understand that, either...
I really feel the biggest social failure here is me. ):
I can never get used to how often I feel like I'm going crazy.
________________
I probably had something more intelligent to say--
Yeah, that's always the excuse, isn't it?
Aw, man, it's back.
It?
Well... you really are just words on a screen...
YOU are the one who gave us genders! Don't turn around and call us "it's"!!
But she only called you an it. That "it" was singular. :)
You wanna shut up?
Erm... no, not really. Why? :)
Damn, why the hell is he so happy today?
I don't know. Insensitive brat.
What? How am I being insensitive??
Well... it is male. You can't expect one to understand.
Wha? Bu... what does that have to do with it?? YOU'RE the one who made me male! Don't blame me for it!!
I'm not blaming you. I mean, it's not your fault you're insensitive and have the emotional capacity of a paper cut.
That makes no sense!!
Aw, he doesn't get it.
Typical.
Wai... wait, are they ganging up on me??? DON'T TAKE OUT YOUR FRUSTRATIONS ON ME!!!
Oh, wow! I think he just got a sliver of intelligence for a second!!
Amazing. Today's... 10/10/10. Wow, something amazing did happen today!!
What? You guys are so mean to me! I'm LEAVING!!
Aw, I think he got mad.
*DOOR SLAMS*
Aw... he left....
... *snort*
That was fun.
Yes, it was. We should do it again sometime.
Emotional capacity of a paper cut? Genius. He never got it.
Ah, he's not smart enough to tell when something doesn't mean anything.
He'll get over it eventually.
Yes, he will. I hope. Well, if he doesn't... we'll apologize?
... I'm sure he'll get over it! (No way I'm apologizing to the likes of him!)
But we were a bit mean...
...
I'm sure he'll get over it!
Yeah! We're all friends here! We know when we're joking!!
...
I feel like eating ice cream.
*goes to get some from the freezer*
08 October 2010
Lost Love
I got 2 B's on my report card. An 85 in French and an 88 in Newspaper.(the rest were A's)
Thus, my mother has banned me from buying any more manga, and watching or buying anime until the end of high school. It makes me so sad to think about it
But I know I need to bring up my grades
I know I've been lazy and an idiot
But am I the only person who finds this a bit harsh?
Actually, everyone I complained to at school sympathized with me.
"Wow, your parents are strict."
"Isn't that a bit... extreme?"
"Uwaaah *tears up*"
I suppose if you were to just look at what it is-- two and a half years of NO manga or anime-- it does seem a bit harsh and, if I may, a bit unreasonable, n'est-ce pas?
But, I guess it really was the reason I was lazy and let my grades slip so this is really just a preventive measure to make sure it doesn't happen again, and to help my (awful, awful) grades go up.
I have enough manga anyway.
I've been meaning to get rid of my manga-obsession anyway.
Before 8th grade, I didn't really even like manga or anime that much. I didn't even start buying it until high school. This really shouldn't be so dear to me.
(Are all the things I tell myself to keep myself from crying-- not really)
It's still a bit sad, though. Something just ended like that cuz I was an idiot, and partly because someone said so.
Words really hurt a lot.
I may die of withdrawal symptoms before I get used to this.
Either that or I'll twist up like a pretzel and end up having to turn to apples for an addiction and start wearing all black, get spiky hair and wings and carry a death note around with me all the time, only to keep losing it and having it picked up by freaks. (I'm assuming a lot of you won't get this reference.) (HINT: DEATH NOTE)
And I've realized I need to get better at certain aspects of geometry and more difficult factoring (like when they start making it 2a^2 + 6ab + 4b^2 or something. I'm sorry, I'm no goos at this.) so I decided to try to get myself to finally learn it already. But I'm not sure how long my resolve will last.
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I've realized I've never really tried doing a horror manga. I've tried romance, shounen-ai, non-romance, things that focus on a really dark plot, really light-hearted things that really just mean nothing, mystery (failed, tho), action (again, failed), etc, etc but I've never tried horror. Not really. I made a very feeble attempt in 8th grade, though.
So I decided to try doing a really cliched one just to see how it'd turn out.
Basically. there's a club, the members of which are a seemingly random group of people. There's the kind-hearted, "strong" and socially idiotic main character, his shy, often-bullied and cute-faced friend whom he must always protect, the really popular badass guy who's really just a douche but girls like him anyway, the really popular sexy girl who's really just a bitch and is dating afore-mentioned douche, the smart and perhaps dark protecter of justice class rep who's also in the morals committee, the really quiet, shy girl with no face who's always either bullied or ignored, and the really, really eccentric teacher.
So the teacher says something really lame, like, "for today's club activities, we'll have a race to see who can get out the front entrance of the school first!" and when all the students complain, he says something like "but first place will get a prize!" so the students (thinking it's money or food) agree to it, he leaves the room, they find the door to the classroom locked even though the teacher hadn't locked it. They panic, cuz they can't get the door open, and the door won't break, either. So they look in the cabinet at the back of the room in hopes of finding something that can get them out. They find a small door, think there's no danger in going through it, and everyone but faceless shy girl goes through it. She stands up, tries the door, and it opens...
Meanwhile, the others find themselves in a big chamber with a bunch of tunnels. They each choose a tunnel and go through it, and, basically, they all die one by one. But the main character gets the most crap cuz, well, he's the main character and there wouldn't be much anything without him going through a bunch of crap.
But in the end, it turns out sensei was just a demon who made a contract with the shy girl and arranged for all this to happen so she could get her revenge. The popular guy and girl would always be the ones who bully her, so she wanted to get revenge. And she felt the class rep was very hypocritical in saving her all the time. She never asked for it, and she starts to hate her for it, cuz, well, whenever someone saves another, it's always, "Quit bullying weak people!" or "Don't hurt people who can't stand up for themselves!" or something similarly so, so healthy for the ego. And the main character and his friend just annoy her because the friend is always getting bullied and he looks like he wants to fight back. If he wants to fight back, he should just do it, etc, etc, and she feels the same towards the main character as the class-rep, and so it ends with her and demon-sensei on the rooftop, and there's really nothing to say what happens after. Like, what happens to their family? Is there a police investigation?
Again, it's just really cliched so that I can see how well I can draw scary things.
But I'm not sure if I'll be able to last until it ends... I get scared very easily... watching Higurashi really didn't help my tolerance for scary things ><
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They finally added real salads to the lunch menu at school. Actually, I think they already had them, but I'm seeing them a lot more, now.
The cafeteria ladies at my school are amazing.
An acquaintance told me that they made a brownie that looks, smells and tastes like play-doh. All three. Usually, it at least doesn't look or smell like play-doh (sometimes worse, though, admittedly, play-doh doesn't really have a bad smell... just a... play-doh-y smell... either way, not a smell you want hanging around your food.) In that sense, they are very amazing.
______________________________
I probably had more intelligent things to say, but it's getting a bit late, and I don't want my parents to shout at me for staying up, so I will sleep now.
G'night!
Thus, my mother has banned me from buying any more manga, and watching or buying anime until the end of high school. It makes me so sad to think about it
But I know I need to bring up my grades
I know I've been lazy and an idiot
But am I the only person who finds this a bit harsh?
Actually, everyone I complained to at school sympathized with me.
"Wow, your parents are strict."
"Isn't that a bit... extreme?"
"Uwaaah *tears up*"
I suppose if you were to just look at what it is-- two and a half years of NO manga or anime-- it does seem a bit harsh and, if I may, a bit unreasonable, n'est-ce pas?
But, I guess it really was the reason I was lazy and let my grades slip so this is really just a preventive measure to make sure it doesn't happen again, and to help my (awful, awful) grades go up.
I have enough manga anyway.
I've been meaning to get rid of my manga-obsession anyway.
Before 8th grade, I didn't really even like manga or anime that much. I didn't even start buying it until high school. This really shouldn't be so dear to me.
(Are all the things I tell myself to keep myself from crying-- not really)
It's still a bit sad, though. Something just ended like that cuz I was an idiot, and partly because someone said so.
Words really hurt a lot.
I may die of withdrawal symptoms before I get used to this.
Either that or I'll twist up like a pretzel and end up having to turn to apples for an addiction and start wearing all black, get spiky hair and wings and carry a death note around with me all the time, only to keep losing it and having it picked up by freaks. (I'm assuming a lot of you won't get this reference.) (HINT: DEATH NOTE)
And I've realized I need to get better at certain aspects of geometry and more difficult factoring (like when they start making it 2a^2 + 6ab + 4b^2 or something. I'm sorry, I'm no goos at this.) so I decided to try to get myself to finally learn it already. But I'm not sure how long my resolve will last.
__________
I've realized I've never really tried doing a horror manga. I've tried romance, shounen-ai, non-romance, things that focus on a really dark plot, really light-hearted things that really just mean nothing, mystery (failed, tho), action (again, failed), etc, etc but I've never tried horror. Not really. I made a very feeble attempt in 8th grade, though.
So I decided to try doing a really cliched one just to see how it'd turn out.
Basically. there's a club, the members of which are a seemingly random group of people. There's the kind-hearted, "strong" and socially idiotic main character, his shy, often-bullied and cute-faced friend whom he must always protect, the really popular badass guy who's really just a douche but girls like him anyway, the really popular sexy girl who's really just a bitch and is dating afore-mentioned douche, the smart and perhaps dark protecter of justice class rep who's also in the morals committee, the really quiet, shy girl with no face who's always either bullied or ignored, and the really, really eccentric teacher.
So the teacher says something really lame, like, "for today's club activities, we'll have a race to see who can get out the front entrance of the school first!" and when all the students complain, he says something like "but first place will get a prize!" so the students (thinking it's money or food) agree to it, he leaves the room, they find the door to the classroom locked even though the teacher hadn't locked it. They panic, cuz they can't get the door open, and the door won't break, either. So they look in the cabinet at the back of the room in hopes of finding something that can get them out. They find a small door, think there's no danger in going through it, and everyone but faceless shy girl goes through it. She stands up, tries the door, and it opens...
Meanwhile, the others find themselves in a big chamber with a bunch of tunnels. They each choose a tunnel and go through it, and, basically, they all die one by one. But the main character gets the most crap cuz, well, he's the main character and there wouldn't be much anything without him going through a bunch of crap.
But in the end, it turns out sensei was just a demon who made a contract with the shy girl and arranged for all this to happen so she could get her revenge. The popular guy and girl would always be the ones who bully her, so she wanted to get revenge. And she felt the class rep was very hypocritical in saving her all the time. She never asked for it, and she starts to hate her for it, cuz, well, whenever someone saves another, it's always, "Quit bullying weak people!" or "Don't hurt people who can't stand up for themselves!" or something similarly so, so healthy for the ego. And the main character and his friend just annoy her because the friend is always getting bullied and he looks like he wants to fight back. If he wants to fight back, he should just do it, etc, etc, and she feels the same towards the main character as the class-rep, and so it ends with her and demon-sensei on the rooftop, and there's really nothing to say what happens after. Like, what happens to their family? Is there a police investigation?
Again, it's just really cliched so that I can see how well I can draw scary things.
But I'm not sure if I'll be able to last until it ends... I get scared very easily... watching Higurashi really didn't help my tolerance for scary things ><
_______________________
They finally added real salads to the lunch menu at school. Actually, I think they already had them, but I'm seeing them a lot more, now.
The cafeteria ladies at my school are amazing.
An acquaintance told me that they made a brownie that looks, smells and tastes like play-doh. All three. Usually, it at least doesn't look or smell like play-doh (sometimes worse, though, admittedly, play-doh doesn't really have a bad smell... just a... play-doh-y smell... either way, not a smell you want hanging around your food.) In that sense, they are very amazing.
______________________________
I probably had more intelligent things to say, but it's getting a bit late, and I don't want my parents to shout at me for staying up, so I will sleep now.
G'night!
01 October 2010
We're all Social Failures
Wow, I'm surprised someone actually read my last post...
And I think we're all social failures here.
Well, I don't know about a lot of my followers (who may or may not actually read this blog... mind dropping a comment so I know you exist? So that that 10 FOLLOWERS thing on my blog dashboard can be proven to not be an illusion derived from my feelings of desolation at being unheard?) but I know that there are quite a few people here who ARE social failures! (looking at you, Indigo, Devan Moss. Though they probably don't read this thing anymore. High school's so busy... It's so depressing...)
And the fact that you're a social failure means nothing! Normal people say "well, I'm shy around people I don't know, and I'm really loud around my friends!" or something similarly cliched.
As for moi?
I'm kind and quiet to people I don't know, and I'm abusive to my friends! The meaner I am to you, the more I cherish your friendship!
Or I may just genuinely hate you and wish that you'd just go away.
But no one takes what I say seriously. Sure, (almost) every mean thing I say, I don't mean. But then when I'm serious, no one takes me seriously.
And I'm actually a very crass and unrefined individual. (In case you couldn't tell.)
Anyway, I think all humans are pretty much social failures in one way or other. Humans are social creatures and like being around other humans, but at the same time, they do their utmost to make the others miserable so that they may feel like they are at the top of the chain even temporarily.
Do I sound resentful here?
Cuz I am.
But I do this all the time. Whatevs.
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I finally discovered the name of those videos when someone fools you into watching it, but then it ends up being "Never Gonna Give You Up" with something stupid playing in the background.
Rickrolling.
I actually like the song, though. I mean, the guy has something wrong with his voice, but I think it's a nice song. And I don't hang around YouTube that much so I haven't been assaulted by it enough to hate it.
It's been stuck in my head all day.
"I~~ just wanna tell you how I'm feelin'~
Try t'make you understand
Never gonna give you up
Never gonna let you down..."
etc, etc
Ha, I just rickrolled you through writing.
No, not funny? I thought not.
Also, wouldn't a movie about facebook be so boring? It seems so pointless. I saw an ad for it in the Arts section of the NY Times today.
Doesn't that just sound pointless, though?
Oh, wow, let's do a movie about the guy... who started facebook!
I mean, think about it, if facebook had been started in UT or something, would it have become a big thing?
Hell no!
Who the hell even thought that up, anyway?
And there's apparently gonna be a nickelodeon cartoon series about those characters they made up for sketcher's commercials. It makes me wonder if writers went on strike again... you know, just quietly.
I've been editing my webcomic on photoshop.
I meant to just do a bit of minor editing and putting in the dialogue, but now I'm spending about an hour on each page.
Meaning it's gonna come out looking awesome!
But, really, the only thing I can do well is hair... and the hair looks awesome, so we can stare and gape at the nicely-haired, pretty individuals trying to start a revolution and laugh at my horrendous art and comic together. :)
I'm about... a fourth... less than... a fourth done with the first chapter.
I think I'll finish chapter one, do two pages every time, and continue it like that.
So basically, the first page of chapter one is just a japanese word pun, so I left it in Japanese. Sorry. I'll explain it at the bottom and you can try to make sense of it! ><
Oh, I decided to keep it where you read right to left. Terribly sorry, but that's how I drew it, and I'm too lazy to go and flip it. So ha.
Again, I'm very sorry.
I kind of ran out of anything clever to say, so I guess I'll just... end it here. :)
Jya, mata ne!
And I think we're all social failures here.
Well, I don't know about a lot of my followers (who may or may not actually read this blog... mind dropping a comment so I know you exist? So that that 10 FOLLOWERS thing on my blog dashboard can be proven to not be an illusion derived from my feelings of desolation at being unheard?) but I know that there are quite a few people here who ARE social failures! (looking at you, Indigo, Devan Moss. Though they probably don't read this thing anymore. High school's so busy... It's so depressing...)
And the fact that you're a social failure means nothing! Normal people say "well, I'm shy around people I don't know, and I'm really loud around my friends!" or something similarly cliched.
As for moi?
I'm kind and quiet to people I don't know, and I'm abusive to my friends! The meaner I am to you, the more I cherish your friendship!
Or I may just genuinely hate you and wish that you'd just go away.
But no one takes what I say seriously. Sure, (almost) every mean thing I say, I don't mean. But then when I'm serious, no one takes me seriously.
And I'm actually a very crass and unrefined individual. (In case you couldn't tell.)
Anyway, I think all humans are pretty much social failures in one way or other. Humans are social creatures and like being around other humans, but at the same time, they do their utmost to make the others miserable so that they may feel like they are at the top of the chain even temporarily.
Do I sound resentful here?
Cuz I am.
But I do this all the time. Whatevs.
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I finally discovered the name of those videos when someone fools you into watching it, but then it ends up being "Never Gonna Give You Up" with something stupid playing in the background.
Rickrolling.
I actually like the song, though. I mean, the guy has something wrong with his voice, but I think it's a nice song. And I don't hang around YouTube that much so I haven't been assaulted by it enough to hate it.
It's been stuck in my head all day.
"I~~ just wanna tell you how I'm feelin'~
Try t'make you understand
Never gonna give you up
Never gonna let you down..."
etc, etc
Ha, I just rickrolled you through writing.
No, not funny? I thought not.
Also, wouldn't a movie about facebook be so boring? It seems so pointless. I saw an ad for it in the Arts section of the NY Times today.
Doesn't that just sound pointless, though?
Oh, wow, let's do a movie about the guy... who started facebook!
I mean, think about it, if facebook had been started in UT or something, would it have become a big thing?
Hell no!
Who the hell even thought that up, anyway?
And there's apparently gonna be a nickelodeon cartoon series about those characters they made up for sketcher's commercials. It makes me wonder if writers went on strike again... you know, just quietly.
I've been editing my webcomic on photoshop.
I meant to just do a bit of minor editing and putting in the dialogue, but now I'm spending about an hour on each page.
Meaning it's gonna come out looking awesome!
But, really, the only thing I can do well is hair... and the hair looks awesome, so we can stare and gape at the nicely-haired, pretty individuals trying to start a revolution and laugh at my horrendous art and comic together. :)
I'm about... a fourth... less than... a fourth done with the first chapter.
I think I'll finish chapter one, do two pages every time, and continue it like that.
So basically, the first page of chapter one is just a japanese word pun, so I left it in Japanese. Sorry. I'll explain it at the bottom and you can try to make sense of it! ><
Oh, I decided to keep it where you read right to left. Terribly sorry, but that's how I drew it, and I'm too lazy to go and flip it. So ha.
Again, I'm very sorry.
I kind of ran out of anything clever to say, so I guess I'll just... end it here. :)
Jya, mata ne!
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