I presented my bio-in-a-bag thingy in English today.
I should not have mentioned yaoi.
Now I see that.
I didn't think the teacher would ask me about it. Really, he asked me why Japan has so many obscene manga... and... well... yaoi... obscene?
I suppose...


But still.
Just because Americans only want to by crap filled with boobs and blood and meccas does NOT mean that all manga is like that!
Sure, many, many Japanese males seem to have a fetish for breasts, but still! 
It took a lot of my self-control to not argue with him.


"No, not all of it's obscene... I mean..."
"Why does Japan have so much obscene manga?"
"I'm telling you it's not all obscene! There are tons of great manga out there! Don't think that just because hentai manga gets all the media (cuz you can't make an exciting story about a thoughtful, provoking, "riveting" manga! No, no, no. We need to give the stuff of foreigners as bad a name as possible! Deep storyline, well-thought-out characters? Stereotypes are wrong? No! Hell, we made those stereotypes!) doesn't mean all manga is like that! Sure, American comics aren't like that, but comics are completely mindless! If you must compare it to something American, compare it to movies or novels at least! American comic does not equal Japanese comic! Cannot hope to equal Japanese comic! Is leagues and leagues and leagues away from Japanese comics! Would you compare some kids' show to the best movie you've ever seen? No!"
Etc. Etc.


But of course, I didn't say that, but still. I wanted to.
But it's not good form to get into a heated argument with a teacher, so I nodded meekly, said some kind of vague, diplomatic bullshit and returned to my seat. And since we had to decorate the bags, he put them up on a board at the back of the room.


The thing is...
I decorated two sides of the bag.
One side had some doodles, quotes from famous people, quotes from manga, etc, etc. Completely clean.
And on the other side, I wrote "yaoi yaoi yaoi yaoi yaoi yaoi" and in some places "801" or "seme~" or "uke~" stuff pertaining to yaoi.
    I even wrote the "yamete, oshiri ga itai!" (see last post) thing on there too! And on the bottom, I wrote "I LIKE MANGA ABOUT TWO GUYS FUCKING" in Japanese. 


Guess which side he decided to display?
A) the clean side! With death note and gintama references and quotes from famous people!
B) the yaoi side with yaoi written all over it and all this stuff normal people shouldn't be exposed to!
C) it ain't A


Yeah, he decided to pin up the yaoi in all its Boy Love glory! I told him he should flip it, but I don't know if he did. 


I just thought I'd report on how it went. 


But, seriously, what do teachers have against manga? Except my school's broadcast teacher, I don't think I've really met any who don't get that... that look when they hear "manga" or "anime"


You know, that look. The kind of patronizingly accepting look tinged with contempt and smugness. That "oh, Japanese comics stuff. Pfft." Or they get all surprised as if they're not sure what to say. And you can still tell they're thinking "Oh, Japanese comics. Pfft. Oh, but I better not let on I think lowly of them or else my student may get offended" and then they try using all these "nice" words to express how much disdain they hold for all things Japanese. 


Sorry, but it really gets on my nerves. 
I bet the manga god is very very sad when he goes to other countries. 
I'm sorry, manga gami!!! 


Actually, I bet there are many, many manga gami.
Like,  a yaoi gami (whose name is FuwaFuwa-sama) and there are also uke gami and seme gami.
and Shoujo gami. And shounen gami. And mecca gami. and H gami. And Hentai gami. and magical girl gami, and 4-koma gami. 


Now I feel like drawing them to see what they might look like...
*sigh*


And now, after wasting tens and tens of minutes reading this, you may go back to your day. :)

Sometimes cliches are the only thing you can use. 〜止めてお尻が痛い〜

Our bio-in-a-bag assignment.
Three items.
I have the cover of one of my yaoi manga (I couldn't bring myself to use the other one, cuz I don't wanna lose it ><), some stamps from Canada, and a fountain pen. 


"I grew up in Canada and consider myself Canadian. 
I like to write and draw.
And about this cover...
It is the cover of a manga I have... and it's here because of two things. First, I am an OTAKU, meaning I like anime. I am also a fujoshi."


"What's a fujoshi?"


"Uh... er... someone... who likes... yaoi..."


"What's yaoi?"


"It's... part of a genre... called BL?"


"What does BL stand for?"


"Uh..." (Oh, shit!!) "See, it is a genre of girl's manga... and it stands for... B... Bu Love. Like, "bu" as in "no" for Chinese. See, cuz all manga marketed for girls is some kind of romance. Anything without romance tends to be marketed for guys, or but in a monthly edition of Jump... So, it's a way for shoujo manga artists to not put romance in their work... while still marketing... for... females..."


or maybe,


"...I'm a fujoshi, meaning I like yaoi. Spelt Y-A-O-I, but don't look it up. It'd be easiest to go to Wikipedia and search Yaoi. But, seriously, don't. Really. I beg of you, implore you, do not search this. Either you will forget all about this or this will linger at the back of your mind and haunt you as you try to figure out whether you want to know or not. And, trust me, you don't. Really. Unless you do :)"




I learned something new today, and about yaoi of all things.
YAOI stands for YAma nashi Ochi nashi Imi nashi, no plot, no climax, no meaning, which, really, is what a lot of yaoi, especially doujinshi, it seems, is. 


But there is an alternative acronym to that.


YAmete, Oshiri ga Itai.
Stop it, my butt hurts. 


And I really like that so I shall be using this from now on. :)
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I love an anime called Tegami Bachi, or Letter Bee.
It is awesome.
And then one character disappears after chapter 2 (even though he is my favorite character!! And his name is Gauche Suede! Awesome name, non?) (well, I doubt any of you will read this, so I'll just go and spoil, kay?) and it turns out he lost his memory and turned into a marauder named Noir.


Noir.


How cliched is that? Of all the names he could have adopted, why Noir?
And then I try to think of other names. 
I am not Gauche Suede. I am Blanc! Or I am Vert! Or I am Orange! 
Yesh!
He should have adopted the name Orange! (with a French accent, too!)
Gauche Suede does not exist anymore. I am Orange! 


And because I love Gauche so much, I've been trying to say "OH MY GAUCHE" instead of OMIGOD whenever I can, but I can never seem to find a place to say that.
It's so frustrating.
OH MY GAUCHE I CANNOT FIND A TIME TO SAY OH MY GAUCHE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!




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I really like a book called The Stranger by Albert Camus.
He was a French philosopher.
The main character's so... detached. Even worse than detached.
He kills a guy and when asked if he's sorry, he says he's more annoyed than sorry. 
And it's not really actiony or eventful... it's just... It has a nice, clean style, it's easy to read but every now and then it's kinda "Gasp! Revelation!"


And my dad likes the book too...
So my mother teased me about being like him (WHICH I AM NOT!!)
But I feel like you have to be a specific type of person to actually understand and like that book. 


I mean, if the average person my age reads it, I'm  guessing they'd say "Ok... so he's weird. So what?"


And it makes me think of the novel referred to many times in Book Girl and the Suicidal Mime.


No Longer Human by Osamu Dazai. 


I want to read it.
But apparently, reading the book makes you want to kill yourself...
But I still want to read it. The main character's like the one in The Stranger, only, I guess more to an extreme?


Cuz in No Longer Human, the main chara can't understand why people feel certain ways. No matter what he does, he can't feel happy or sad. Just, empty.
"Mine has been a life of shame. I am ashamed. Ashamed to be alive"
That kind of thing. 


And that does sound very depressing (I really don't know too much about the book, I'm only going from what was in Book Girl) but I really want to read it.


Does that make me depressing?


And when I asked my dad if it's a bad thing that I like The Stranger, he said it makes me old fashioned. -.-'


Whatever, I'm taking that as a compliment.

Uwah, uwah, uwah... 10th follower?????

Yes, I know. Second post of the day. 


But!
There is a good reason for it. 
My blogger dashboard said "10 followers"
Uwah~~
I feel so happy! Double digits!!! Bwahahahaha!!!! 


Anyway, welcome to my blog, Jah Hucha. 
Ufufufufufu.
Ignoring that crazy laugh, I'll repeat the stick around, comment every now and then to let me know that you're there, yadda, yadda.


But, seriously, you might want to get your mental health checked.
My blog?
Follow?
Seriously???


Gah, that is not to say that you should, "unfollow", of course... it's just... Wow.
Ten people.
Ten.
Ten people are crazy enough to click "follow" on my blog. Just... Just wow.
wow wow wow wow wow.
*sniff* 


Oh, wow.
10 is also the grade I'm in.


Amusing, isn't it? I get a 10th follower the day I start 10th grade. 


*Please excuse me while I go and rant to myself* 

POST # 200!!

Back-to-school special! 
Today, I returned to the darkest, cruelest depths of the abyss.
I went to hell and then I came back.


And then I'll go again!
Voluntarily!!


Yeah, so, school sucked.


(Egad! No!! School?? But all the excitement! And the newness and the totally not-suckish-ness!)


Anyway, my schedule was so sad.
I had a good friend in 1, count 'em (it) ONE class. 


I start the day with Algebra 2. How nice. Friends? None. People I know? Yeah, but I either don't talk to them or I don't like them. 


And then French 3. Same teacher as last year (What the heck are you saying??? SOMEONE GIVE ME SUBTITLES!!) and a lot of the class were in my class last year. There was one person I found myself able to talk to, but not really a friend.


And then I have PE for third.... again. Hello, D-lunch. Again.
Hello, starvation and pointless stretches. Again.
I knew exactly one person in that class, and she was only an acquaintance .
PE is like, a million people squeezed into a gym!! HOW DOES THAT HAPPEN???


Fourth was Business. They wrote it BUS INFO on the schedule.
"What is that? Bus... Info?"
Yeah, my life's dream is to be a bus driver for a ****ed-up place like HISD.


Fifth was Newspaper. But then they changed the name to Professional Communications. And then Print Arts. And then they settled on Graphic Design. Make up you mind, will you??? Jeez...


Sixth was biology. Again, no friends or acquaintances. I knew a few people by name/face only. How sad. 


Seventh was English. I had one friend! Yes! I usually call her Dousei na Yatsu, but let's change that to the new nickname I gave her, Are-chan. As in "Ah-reh" not, "arr". It kinda sounds like her name, but it can also mean "it", now that I think about it.... And she's buying me ice cream tomorrow!! Ufufufufufufufu~


Eighth was World History. How fun. I knew, like, two people, but one not very well, and the other I don't like very much.


So, this is my awesome, awesome, awesome schedule that just proves the god of schools and education is an ass. He hates me, I swear. 


But! I have a friend in english! Well, half the class was in my class last year. And my english teacher is also my homeroom teacher.


Speaking of homeroom, it was filled with people I can't get along with, again.
Someone help me.
Please let next year be better...


There was a surprising amount of people today. One of my senior friends (Dang, a lot of my friends are seniors now...) said there are more than last year. 


And, even though I'm a sophomore now, I don't feel like anything's changed.


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No way I'm gonna be nice enough to end the post there.
And I'm done with the bitching.  :)




I finally got igoogle to work on my computer. I used to have it as my homepage, but then it was all "MALWARE WARNING!!!!!!!" 


But it worked on Firefox. But I always use Safari, and I don't really like Firefox that much anymore...


But there was one gadget on there and on firefox, it said something was wrong with it. So I got rid of it. and then


BAM


IT WORKS!!!!!! 
BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!


So, yeah, my homepage is back to igoogle and not my email anymore.
For some reason, I feel very.... triumphant. :)


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I was looking at quotes yesterday, and I was thinking.


Sometimes, you kind of feel like the value of a quote lies really in who said it. Douglas Adams said, (or wrote) "Live and learn. At any rate, live!" Would that still be funny said in that awful monotone by your horrid history teacher? Is a quote bad just because an evil person said it?


What if Stalin had said "All men are created equal" and, oh, I don't know, Thomas Jefferson said, "One death is a tragedy, a million deaths is a statistic."


Both, really, are true. I'll try to be nice and optimistic here, and agree that all men are create equal. 


Would changing who said something affect how people look at the quote? 


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Last night, I remembered a bunch of old, kinda funny (corny?) commercials from when I was a kid.


I remember the Juicy Fruit one featured a guy singing with a guitar about Juicy Fruit, and they'd always be trying to get rid of him.


and then there was that trident gum one, where they put that filling inside the gum. The commercial was of a bunch of people standing at a bus stop, and then this guy in a swimsuit (as in the kinda scary triangular ones) walks up, and people stare at him, because, well, wearing a swimsuit at a bus stop not located near a beach is weird. And then he chews on some gum, and then this wave of water crashes over them.


I remember I used to like Geico commercials. The gecko was just so adorable. But then they kept doing the "it's so easy, a caveman can do it!" thing, and it was so annoying. You know what? This commercial looks like a caveman wrote it. 


And I find the Comcast commercials for all the HD they have very idiotic. "The HD war is over" or whatever. 


I feel like American commercials are just stupid. They're awful. 
And they only seem to get worse during the Super Bowl. 
There are some Japanese commercials that are adorable. 
I like some Korean ones, too. The ones where they have cartoon graphics. And even if it's not even drawn to be cute, they're just adorable. I don't know why. 


But for the most part I hate commercials. 
You know, in Korea, there's a ban on commercials during a program. 
Doesn't that sound often?
And then you guys think it's wasted on them, cuz Korean TV is just... so... You know...
But I like Korean TV. I find it amusing. I'm sorry, but I do.


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I remember it was pretty safe in Canada.
(Well, duh, it's Canada.)
And we didn't really lock our doors unless we went out. 
And then we came here.
I wasn't used to locking doors, so my parents would always shout at me for not locking them. 


Now, it's my habit to lock the door as soon as I get inside. When did that happen?


I know this isn't really of much consequence, but it's kind of... odd, y'know? I grew up not locking doors, I move and in a few years, locking the door is just a natural thing. 


And outside the window, it's raining. It's so gray and depressing. 




(By the way, you'll have noticed I changed my blog, again. If you like it, then please say. So. If you don't, go ahead and say so. My readers from when I started will know that I tend to change things around a lot. You get used to it. Probably. Maybe. That'd be nice, wouldn't it?)

Damnit, Damnit, Damnit, Damnit, Damnit, Damnit, Damnit, Damnit.

Today is Sunday.
August 22, 2010. 
Aah, cursed, cursed day. 
And the morrow, ahh, how all the more cursed it shall be. 


*laugh*


Hey, don't laugh at my attempt at writing poetically!


*laugh*
This is the whole point of me being here. If I don't laugh at you, I lose my job.


What "job"? You're there t make sure there's some laughter whenever I make a joke!


But all it does is cause more embarrassment for you.


Will you--
You know what? 
Never mind.
Laugh all you want.
*laugh*


*laugh*


*laugh*


Done yet?


*laugh*


Anyway, I--


*laugh*
Ok, I'm done. :D


...
Anyway. 
School starts tomorrow.
I even slept at 11 yesterday instead of sometime past midnight, and yet, I still woke up at 11. 
Will I have to sleep at 7 during the school year? Is that what you're trying to tell me???


Why can't school start in September? 
School starts in the fall. September is f***ing fall, August is f***ing summer. 


Tomorrow, this poor, poor, poor soul shall die.
Meaning you'll have one less awesome blog to follow!!
Or maybe not. 
But still. 


School should start next week.
Better yet, not at all.
*sigh*


This is Post #199.
Meaning, tomorrow, post 200 (meaning, if I survive or am not comatose and am able to write it) shall be a Back to School Special!!
Isn't that GREAT???




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I haven't been working on the webcomic since the last time I wrote about it.
Suddenly, I wonder. Is it even any good?


Now you start thinking about that???


I mean, would it be better if I just did your regular slice-of-life, oh so cliched slapstick?
I could do it, and easily.
Using *laugh* guy, smart/cold one and myself as the main characters, we could go to this imaginary school in my head where the principal's insane, and all this crap. 


Would you guys rather read that?


Slice-of-life or weird-take-on-historical-patterns-of-a-revolution-or-other-big-change-done-by-the-knowledge-of-the-top-of-the-head-of-an-odd-teenage-girl? (ooh, gives me another idea for the latter!!!)


Really, either's fine. I have a few chapters done of the Revolt one, and I could to the sol (slice-of-life) one really quickly. 


So, you readers choose! 


(Last time I asked you to choose something, though, only 1, as in one, single, solitary, kind-hearted reader bothered to comment. *glares at the rest of them*)


Anon-san hasn't posted a comment in a while.
The others don't really comment, and I wonder if they even read...
And the only other potential commenter (looking at *YOU*, Indigo) was busy being an idiot and not reading my blog, heck, not doing a lot of things, and is now working on her art homework, I assume.


When you finally do read, this, WHY AREN'T YOU READING MORE OFTEN????? YOU SHOULD PRIORITIZE MORE, YOU BAKA!!! DO YOUR HOMEWORK FIRST SO THAT YOU HAVE TIME TO DO OTHER STUFF!!! (like reading my blog. It can't take more than an hour of your time. That's no time at all nowadays. Actually, nowadays, that's really a lot of time, but think of how many hours and hours and hours you've lived already! With drawing, an hour is nothing. An hour is a moderately detailed doodle, or the layout and first sketch of a painting.) 


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I shall now go make character designs for *laugh* guy and smart/cold one. 
(I'm only using them cuz I'm too lazy to think of something original. They're good enough. I just need faces and heights for them Bwahahahaha.) (smart/cold one's still probably my height, eh?) (and I think I'll redesign my character. Or maybe not. I'll try to draw her better!)


Yeah.


:)


I hadn't planned for this post to be this bad.


All your posts are bad. 
They're so bad, and so consistently bad, it makes us wonder if it's intentional.


Guaah, why are you bothering me again???


I got less text than *laugh* guy. 
Why?
I'm the one with an actual personality!


Oi, I got tons of personality! What kinds of personalities would take a job like this???


Are you so desperate for something to do, some recognition?


Okay, before this gets out of hand--


Oi, you didn't even let me reply!


Shut up.


You stay out of this! 
Hey, what's with that "I'm only using *laugh* guy and smart/cold one cuz I'm too lazy to think of something original"???? What do you think we are???
Hell, who do you think you are???


Wha, bu.... what...... 
How did you know I wrote that??


It's all up there, in black and white. And if we're part of you, of course we know. Idiot.
But, he's right (for once).


What's with that "for once"?! 


What are we, expendable characters for you to use at your discretion? We have feelings, too, you know!!
*door slams*


Uwah, Fuyuko has feelings?


Yeah, you're the one who was stupid enough to give us real personalities, anyway.


Mukyaa! Why're you being so mean?


If she's not here, it means I can be sarcastic and mean to you now! 


They're evil. Evil, I tell ya!!


*roar*


Uh, y'know, I'd run if I were you.


Ugyah, what was that sound???
Uh, anyway, let's end the post here, while I go hide... somewhere hidden and not get killed! Bye!




- - -- - -- - - - - - 
What was that?


She heard your chainsaw and thought you were out to kill her.


Oh, please.
While I've considered it...


Then what was that noise?


...
Do you really wanna know?


Uh, you know what? No, thanks!