Generation gaps, yaoi paddles, screamo, trees and-- wtf, I have a 9th follower!!!!!

Hi.


Again, I should not be here right now.
"No computer until you're done you're homework!!" 
Was what my mother told me in a voice that was more of a naggy yelling voice than a telling voice, but she communicated to me that I must not use the internet unless I need to for my homework until all of my summer work has been completed.


I'm done everything assigned by school... there's just all this crap my parents assigned.


But I'm almost done.


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I opened up blogger, and I saw "9 followers"
Eh?
Eto....
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So, now I extend a warm welcome to pdelacruz, and I thank you for following my blog, and I kinda wonder why you did... but that's not to say you should unfollow! This blog is all on a "read at your own risk"/"hell, no one's gonna read it anyway" basis. So, stick around, comment a couple times when you want to laugh at me, or berate me for being such an idiot. 


And I don't know how much of my blog you've read as of yet, but please take note that I don't mean most of what I say. I write completely on spur of the moment, I almost never edit my writing, and I tend to repeat myself. A lot. 


So, thank you, and 


You have been warned!!!




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When I think about how my generation's turning out, I think, "damnit, we suck" and I wonder how much worse humans can get, and whether we'll get any better. There was a time when respect for your elders was standard, when humans were supposed to be more human and less... human. o.o Okay, ignore that. 


Anyway, kids are always being told by their parents, "you know, in my day, -insert lame, long-winded story about childhood here-... so you should stop mouthing off/cussing/texting/facebooking/tweeting/drinking/doing drugs/etc, etc and start acting like a well-to-do, good human being!"


Do you think there'll ever be a day when a man turns to his son and says, "Son. You are...
a boring, pompous, overly-prudent excuse for a boy! Quit being such a stiff and start living! Go out and party! Live life! Make decisions that will f**** up your life and you will regret forever!" 


Nah, that's probably never gonna happen, but what's gonna happen when teenagers hit the lowest level of asshole-ness? They'll get better, right? Or maybe humans can actually be a lot worse than I think and humans all die out before they get the chance to be better. 


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In manga, you see that yankee stereotype a lot. Basically, the Japanese equivalent of kids who'd be in gangs (just, as you can imagine, in real life, they're no where near as badass). So in gang fights, there'd be your usual weapons. Baseball bats, crowbars, possibly a knife or two.


So, what if there was a yankee fujoshi, would her weapon be a yaoi paddle?




(A yaoi paddle is basically a large paddle, and you hit people on the rear with it. They have 'yaoi' written on either side, and some have "seme" on one side, used to hit hard, and 'uke' on the other, used to hit lightly. It got so bad, they're banned from conventions. I've never seen one or even been to a con, but they look painful.)


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I think that singers whose voices I actually like have voices that can make you drowsy if you're tired no matter what the song is. Whether it's an upbeat k-pop song, or something that might resemble rock, ballads, blues, it's this really really soothing voice, and it makes you really calm, and if you just woke up, kinda sleepy.


Like Sung Si Kyung or Tony An. They could probably do punk rock or hip hop and they'd still have that kinda of voice. 


(I'm usually too lazy to go find examples, but I went ahead and did so.
Sung Si Kyung: 미소천사  and 외워두세요
Tony An: 유추프라카치아
You guys are probably too lazy or busy to go look for them yourselves.) 


So then, I wondered.... what would they sound like doing screamo?


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You know, after all these years, I finally get why the main character in the Pokemon anime... was named "Ash"


The Ketchum part was pretty straightforward. 
But Ash.
Why Ash?
I get how you'd go from Takeshi to Brock, how you'd get from Kasumi to Misty. But.... Ash?


But I finally get it.


Every professor in Pokemon was named after a tree.
Professor Oak, Professor Ivy, Professor Birch, Cedar, Redwood, Dogwood, Sycamore, Maple. 
And ash is a type of tree.


So I finally get it. 


I finally get why Ash was named Ash.
I feel like such a genius.


But that gets immediately cancelled out by the fact that
1) It took me this long to figure it out and 
2) I even care. 
  


(I just realized it's Friday the 13th. Should I even care? Ah well.
HAPPY FRIDAY THE 13th!!! MAY YOU NOT BE EATEN BY DEMONS TODAY!!!!)
There's such thing as a phobia of today.
Friggatriskaidekaphobia.
Long word. :)

Do do do dou demo ii (nara ii na.)

Hey.


I haven't been doing summer homework, so my mother banned me from the computer until I finish. 


So I really shouldn't even be here.


Oh well.


I've worked out a schedule for the work I'll do, so I'll be finished by Saturday or Sunday.
But I really do hate homework. I hate it. Hate it. Hate it. Hate it.


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For some reason, I remembered something from when I was in third grade... A friend and I were talking during recess. Let's call her K-chan.  She told me that she walked into this room in some store and she saw this porno mag. On the cover was a woman giving a guy a blow job. But we were only eight, so she described it as the girl drinking his pee. 


Funny how things are perceived when you're tiny and ignorant. 


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I know I try to sound philosophical and whatever, but I wonder what determines whether you're an adult or not.


Is it age? Experience? How much your body's matured? 


Cuz what if there's a middle-aged man who has had no life experience whatsoever? Is he still an adult? Or if a twelve year old has gone through suffering that most people see in a life time? Or if he's 40 and has the body of an eight year old? Or if an eight year old had the body of a forty year old? 


Now that I've written this down, I feel like it sounds stupid. 
But I really think there are a lot of adults out there who aren't really adults. I don't really think there's as much of a black and white line between "child" and "grown-up" as people like to make it seem. I don't really think there's a kid out there who's a complete child, either.


And another thing. Bless Me, Ultima is a coming of age novel, right? So the kid comes of age when he's eight? How scary....
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I feel like my blog posts have gotten a lot shorter since I first started this blog a year and a half ago. And my writing was horrible. 
And all I talked about was anime.... Uwah, and to think I actually somehow got followers.... 
I really didn't expect to get one after my first post.... I thought this thing would be a little unknown expanse of poorly-written drivel for at least a year. 


I guess I should go ahead and thank my followers.... Thank you for making me feel like there are people who acknowledge my existence. :)


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If/when I finally get a scanner and put up a webcomic, would you guys rather it be in color or black and white? 


Hopefully there will be comments.... It'll probably end up with random black and white and random color pages... cuz I get lazy, and then I feel like coloring it... 






I found this one youtube meme (still not completely sure what that is...) for a song called Dou demo ii by Miku Hatsune, the vocaloid. I'm not sure if I should expect you to know who that is.... I feel like I'm the only person my age who doesn't spend most of my time on YouTube. 


Anyway, the song basically repeated "I don't care" many, many times.
Really, it means, "it's fine either way" I guess.... I usually say that in most situations, but, you know what?


It's be nice if that were true.

Textbooks

I went to school to get textbooks today. I got five. Biology, World History, Literature, Algebra 2 and French 3. 


The Literature book is almost 1500 pages....... They're all really thick and heavy....
Damn, I hate textbooks.  


We had to go to the book room through the theatre, so I saw it for the first time. I've never been in there so I had no idea where it was. 


My number was 11. When they called it, I muttered, "I'm not an Eleven! I'm Japanese!"
(Anyone get the Code Geass reference?)


On a completely unrelated note, I had hiccups. Damnit, they're annoying.

My foot hurts.


Yeah, I know that's a very interesting way to start a post. Whoopie. How exciting. Boy, I can hardly breathe with the excitement.


In the words of my sixth grade teacher, you can just smell the sarcasm.


What does sarcasm smell like, anyway? Like sweat? Or maybe rotten fruit? It'd be awful if it smelled like cleaning products. But what if it smells like strawberries and oranges? Hm, I know a guy who hates oranges cuz of the smell... I think it'd be cool if it smelled like olive oil. I actually like that smell...


Anyway. 
Last night, when I was turning in my chair, I had a foot under a leg of it. It's a swivel chair, so it has those five spokes or whatever, each with a wheel on the end. So I had a foot under one of those, and I turned, but I forgot that my weight would prevent the base of the chair from turning, and I scraped the top of my foot hard on the leg. It really hurt... It still hurts. It's almost been a day.  Why does it still hurt? I think there's a slight bruise on it.... My mother just laughed at me.


But it's not funny. It really, really hurts. T.T 




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A few days ago (heck, it could have been yesterday. I have a horrible sense of time) I watched a movie called 46 Billion Years of Love. I saw the poster, and I was like, "YES! BL!!!!!!" 


But it was extremely misleading. The only fanservice was from the poster and when they hugged, like, once. They replayed the scene a few times (heck, they replayed a lot of scenes a few times. More than a few.) but still.... Over all, it was an ok movie, but the fanservice ><


And it was confusing. I didn't get what was happening until the last third of the movie. It made me feel dumb.......... 


But from the poster and the description, I thought it was set in the 1930s, and two boys were convicted of murder, and ran away, met on a train (idk, but I felt like they were in a train in the poster) and found love <3 


But, no. It was set in modern times and about two boys who were jailed, and then one kills the other one. 


It made me feel very dumb.
And movies never made me feel dumb.


But then, I decided to try doing a screenplay about what I thought that movie was gonna be about, even though I was totally and completely wrong.... 


And my friend offered to make a manga of it when I'm done (though I kinda wanted to draw it myself...) and then we could send it to DMP (Digital Manga Publishing. They do a lot of yaoi) and have them publish it! Uwah~~~


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That's really it.
Sorry this post was so boring.

I was reading a few of my really old posts a couple days ago...


Was my writing really that bad? Not to mention my Japanese...
Did I seriously write that? It's so haphazard and unfocused and..... bad. 
In the earlier stages of my blog, I was told by a follower that my writing was good.
Really? 
That's all I can think to say.
Really? 


A lot of people do reposts, but I'm never doing that......
But, this does serve to tell me that my writing has improved from last year. 
And I'm not focusing on anime as much.
I think.... right? 


Who am I asking all these questions to? 
I barely get any hits that are longer than a minute.
Rather, when I look at sitemeter, under the length of visit column, I see a bunch of zeros. 
It's just
0:00
0:00
0:00
0:00
0:00
0:00
1:53
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etc. 
well, the ones longer than a second were fairly long, and they have a lot of page views, but does it really take that short an amount of time to read my posts? 
Cuz I tend to write really long posts, don't I?
Maybe?


Whatever, I didn't expect you to care, anyway.
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Yesterday, we went out to dinner with my dad's old boss, from when we first lived here. As in, before we moved to Canada. So, I apparently met them before....
They were a very nice old Chinese couple.


We went to a restaurant called Seoul Garden. It's really, really good.... Aah, the meat. But we were at a table with two grills, so my brother an I had to work one, and I think we didn't cook the meat long enough some of the time.....


But I didn't really eat that much, and my dad asked me if something was wrong
Cuz I'm a "meat lover", he said.
Jeez, it's not like I'm gonna pig out every time there's meat in front of me...
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You know, I just realized it's before 11.... and I'm awake. 
And I stayed up until 1 chatting with a friend, and couldn't sleep until about 2:30. 
But now I'm up.
And I'm not particularly tired.


I'm glad my mother doesn't read this blog, or else she'd start lecturing me...




Yesterday, I found out a manga company in Hong Kong, I think, Chuang Yi, but up a thing on Facebook asking for requests for manga to license. 
So, I took that chance to ask for Amatsuki by Takayama Shinobu. 
So then, if they license it, I could just import it and I'd finally~~ have it in English. *sigh*
*Prays to every single god she's ever heard of*
Here's hoping!


You know, my posts really aren't as long as they used to be.
Hmm. 
I wonder what happened...