You guys make me smile. Stay awesome; keep loving each other. And here's to another 11 years of rainbows!
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Dear Favorite Boyband
Arashi, congratulations, and happy 11th birthday! You crazy bastards changed my life for the better, and you did it in the most fabulous and traumatizing way possible.
Major freak-out (a good one)
...This has been an interesting experience. So I knew that I really, really wanted to keep riding. But since I also knew that paying for it would be troublesome or just not possible, I kind of figured that if I had to, I could wait a semester.
Only when I just got the email that my first lesson is this Friday....well. I was REALLY FUCKING HAPPY. Uncontrollably so. I could feel my heart going THUMPITY WHUMPITY THUMP. Which, you know, hearts don't usually do.
My conclusion: I couldn't give this up. I can't. Not happening. I can live without a television, without my family, without privacy or personal space. I can't live without the Internet, and I can't live without horses. And if it came down to it, I'd easily pick the latter.
I'm kind of proud of myself, and also damn lucky, because I've had something to love for all these years.
Monday, August 30, 2010
A brief update
Tragically, dances in California are just as awkward, if not more, than dances at home. This is okay though, because I've discovered the magic of Netflix movies online. And also, Waterworld, which I may have loved more than a strictly sane individual would.
It was still really fucking hilarious though.
I've also realized that they do in fact have some of the Pokemon movies online (thank you, O Netflix-y god) so that's going to be on the playlist after I finish Firefly and Mortal Kombat. Yes, there's a Mortal Kombat movie. Homework is NOT getting done.
Speaking of HW, I have a 110 page reading on women. I'm dying just a little inside.
That's all.
Thursday, July 1, 2010
A reflection on GW and life
Oh God, how to explain....I'll start from the very top, then.
About five or six years ago, back when I was a wee baby fanbrat, I realized that several of my favorite authors wrote for a series called Gundam Wing. Having absolutely no idea how this sort of thing is supposed to go, I started reading the stories without having ever watched an episode.
In fact, I read so much that I kind of developed this idea of how the series was SUPPOSED to be as opposed to how it actually is: when I tried to watch it for the first time, I was kind of disappointed. That plus the fact that it was ridiculously hard to find subtitled (English VAs can all go die now) meant I got up to.....about episode 7. Out of 49.
It's still been just about my favorite fandom ever this whole time, of course. Gundam Wing is kind of my lifeblood. But I'd never seen it all the way through.
And then finally, twelve days ago, I saw that a high-quality, subtitled version of the whole series was online. Free.
The catch? It was going offline at midnight, twelve days from that day. Imagine the shock, and also the growing sense of obligation. This was pretty much a once-in-a-lifetime chance, mostly because I'm a cheapskate and buying a whole set of episodes is goddamn expensive.
So what did I do? I watched anywhere from two to two and a half hours of Gundam Wing every single day. And today, at 12:00, right when the series was taken off the site, I finished the 49th and final episode.
...Now, of course I have no idea what to do with my life. Because really, that was pretty much the one accomplishment that I've always said I'd get to during the past five years, but never did. I mean, I graduated middle school AND high school before I watched this show. I got into college. I got my first job. I went on my first date.
And now I can add 'I've watched Gundam Wing' to that list, and that's damn scary. I'm overreacting, I'll get over it, but right now, it feels like the end of an era....well, if there's one thing I've learned from watching, it's this:
Never fear the destruction of your giant robot (or the impending departure from all you've known). There are always mad scientists around who will build you a more badass version, and outer space is calling.
On to bigger, better, and brighter things. HOOHAA!
About five or six years ago, back when I was a wee baby fanbrat, I realized that several of my favorite authors wrote for a series called Gundam Wing. Having absolutely no idea how this sort of thing is supposed to go, I started reading the stories without having ever watched an episode.
In fact, I read so much that I kind of developed this idea of how the series was SUPPOSED to be as opposed to how it actually is: when I tried to watch it for the first time, I was kind of disappointed. That plus the fact that it was ridiculously hard to find subtitled (English VAs can all go die now) meant I got up to.....about episode 7. Out of 49.
It's still been just about my favorite fandom ever this whole time, of course. Gundam Wing is kind of my lifeblood. But I'd never seen it all the way through.
And then finally, twelve days ago, I saw that a high-quality, subtitled version of the whole series was online. Free.
The catch? It was going offline at midnight, twelve days from that day. Imagine the shock, and also the growing sense of obligation. This was pretty much a once-in-a-lifetime chance, mostly because I'm a cheapskate and buying a whole set of episodes is goddamn expensive.
So what did I do? I watched anywhere from two to two and a half hours of Gundam Wing every single day. And today, at 12:00, right when the series was taken off the site, I finished the 49th and final episode.
...Now, of course I have no idea what to do with my life. Because really, that was pretty much the one accomplishment that I've always said I'd get to during the past five years, but never did. I mean, I graduated middle school AND high school before I watched this show. I got into college. I got my first job. I went on my first date.
And now I can add 'I've watched Gundam Wing' to that list, and that's damn scary. I'm overreacting, I'll get over it, but right now, it feels like the end of an era....well, if there's one thing I've learned from watching, it's this:
Never fear the destruction of your giant robot (or the impending departure from all you've known). There are always mad scientists around who will build you a more badass version, and outer space is calling.
On to bigger, better, and brighter things. HOOHAA!
Saturday, April 3, 2010
On the naming of things
Clash of the Titans: Titans. Will. Clash.
Only, you know. Too much clash, not enough titans.
And by not enough, I mean NONE AT ALL.
Which wasn't even really the main problem of this movie, it's just something I find funny. Considering I stink at coming up with titles for things, it's good to know that somewhere out there, there are people who are JUST AS BAD. And they probably get paid for it.
Really, though, there's a fine balance between telling too much in your title, and having one that isn't related at all to your story. You have to make it sound meaningful without it being too cheesy. It needs to have panache.
You should never, in one notable example that I've heard about, name a story "Loofah". This is pretty much the cardinal rule of titles.
I'm...not sure what else I wanted to say.
Clash of the Titans was ridiculous and funny, but not quite as great as I'd hoped (same as a lot of recent movies). I would say my standards have risen, but considering I think it's time to go back and rewatch Dune....yeah. Standards? What standards?
That's okay with me.
Only, you know. Too much clash, not enough titans.
And by not enough, I mean NONE AT ALL.
Which wasn't even really the main problem of this movie, it's just something I find funny. Considering I stink at coming up with titles for things, it's good to know that somewhere out there, there are people who are JUST AS BAD. And they probably get paid for it.
Really, though, there's a fine balance between telling too much in your title, and having one that isn't related at all to your story. You have to make it sound meaningful without it being too cheesy. It needs to have panache.
You should never, in one notable example that I've heard about, name a story "Loofah". This is pretty much the cardinal rule of titles.
I'm...not sure what else I wanted to say.
Clash of the Titans was ridiculous and funny, but not quite as great as I'd hoped (same as a lot of recent movies). I would say my standards have risen, but considering I think it's time to go back and rewatch Dune....yeah. Standards? What standards?
That's okay with me.
Sunday, March 28, 2010
Prom-related things
Ehe.
I got a prom dress! And shoes! And, okay, this is kind of weird but even though they're not super conventional prom-wear, I think they work. Because they represent WHO I AM IN MY SOUL.
Seriously, it's kind of awesome. The dress is this floor length, fairly simple affair with one flowing sleeve (because I'm cool like that) and it's kind of beautiful and also kind of like something an old woman at the Oscars would wear. Which is good, because I'm not all young and girly and flirty and cute. I'm old and stodgy and prudish and turtle-like.
The shoes are even more awesome in a way, mostly because when I look down at my feet they look like little brown Spartans waring silver-grey helmets. This amuses me to no end, and also makes me want to stomp my feet and shout "THIS IS SPAHTUH!"
In a perfect world, I would then kick someone into a pit of death with my badass five-inch heels.
Also, I'm proud of myself, because it turns out I've upped my tolerance for shopping! I used to wimp out after an hour or two (8th grade graduation dress) and this time I lasted five and a half hours with one coffee break. I also walked several miles in order to accomplish this. All in all, it was kind of an epic excursion.
Which is good, considering how much this next week is going to suck. No time for epic excursions when one has several tests, an awards ceremony, piano classes to teach, and WAY TOO MUCH HOMEWORK FOR SENIOR SPRING.
I got a prom dress! And shoes! And, okay, this is kind of weird but even though they're not super conventional prom-wear, I think they work. Because they represent WHO I AM IN MY SOUL.
Seriously, it's kind of awesome. The dress is this floor length, fairly simple affair with one flowing sleeve (because I'm cool like that) and it's kind of beautiful and also kind of like something an old woman at the Oscars would wear. Which is good, because I'm not all young and girly and flirty and cute. I'm old and stodgy and prudish and turtle-like.
The shoes are even more awesome in a way, mostly because when I look down at my feet they look like little brown Spartans waring silver-grey helmets. This amuses me to no end, and also makes me want to stomp my feet and shout "THIS IS SPAHTUH!"
In a perfect world, I would then kick someone into a pit of death with my badass five-inch heels.
Also, I'm proud of myself, because it turns out I've upped my tolerance for shopping! I used to wimp out after an hour or two (8th grade graduation dress) and this time I lasted five and a half hours with one coffee break. I also walked several miles in order to accomplish this. All in all, it was kind of an epic excursion.
Which is good, considering how much this next week is going to suck. No time for epic excursions when one has several tests, an awards ceremony, piano classes to teach, and WAY TOO MUCH HOMEWORK FOR SENIOR SPRING.
Friday, March 12, 2010
Change? Maybe?
I'm feeling better! And...yeah, I was being silly. I stick to my guns on some of the things I touched on, but I am feeling all centered and Zen and shit, which is pretty awesome. I'd still like it if the weather was nicer, for example, because let's be honest and just all admit that however much we do or do not like the rain, NOBODY likes the soggy dead sidewalk worms. I'm so over that.
I'm also curious. Why do people seem so opposed to internal change becoming external? I'm not being critical, I'm just wondering. I know most people entertain the notion of remaking themselves at certain points in their lives - when they change schools/locations, for example - but this seems to depend on two things. First, that they cannot change unless there is some other sort of transition going on; second, that they can't change while there are still people around who know their "old" selves. This....seems flawed. I've definitely felt the same way, and so I understand that people will feel this way, I'm just not so sure WHY we do.
Maybe I'm just feeling grumbly because I've been taking a turn towards *gasp* the more girly side of life--without abandoning anything else, thank you very much. Really, though, I wonder how much of my own change is, well, actual change. I'm pretty sure that for all of my talk about being a fatty rock in the river of high school, I'm more in denial than I'd like to admit (unless, of course, it's late and I'm tired and feeling very shmoopy). I've always wanted to experiment with makeup, I just never had a)...makeup, b) knowledge, and c) the steadiness of hand required. In the same vein, I've always wanted to dress in a way that's both comfortable and nice, but I'm cheap and also lazy, and so I usually go for just comfortable.
Now, that's not to say I'm upset with the way I've come across over the past four years; on the contrary, I think I did myself a lot of good. I've toned some things down and made other things stronger, and I LIKE the changes. But again, I wasn't really going around creating new pieces of personality for myself, even if nobody except me knew that.
Hmm. I seem to have lost my train of thought, and with it whatever point I was going to make. Something about "everybody should be themselves, regardless of what that means for them in their soul!" You know, an appropriate, Disney-esque sort of thing.
I'm sure you can come up with something on your own, which means I don't have to sit here coming up with a witty way to end the post. Woohoo.
I'm also curious. Why do people seem so opposed to internal change becoming external? I'm not being critical, I'm just wondering. I know most people entertain the notion of remaking themselves at certain points in their lives - when they change schools/locations, for example - but this seems to depend on two things. First, that they cannot change unless there is some other sort of transition going on; second, that they can't change while there are still people around who know their "old" selves. This....seems flawed. I've definitely felt the same way, and so I understand that people will feel this way, I'm just not so sure WHY we do.
Maybe I'm just feeling grumbly because I've been taking a turn towards *gasp* the more girly side of life--without abandoning anything else, thank you very much. Really, though, I wonder how much of my own change is, well, actual change. I'm pretty sure that for all of my talk about being a fatty rock in the river of high school, I'm more in denial than I'd like to admit (unless, of course, it's late and I'm tired and feeling very shmoopy). I've always wanted to experiment with makeup, I just never had a)...makeup, b) knowledge, and c) the steadiness of hand required. In the same vein, I've always wanted to dress in a way that's both comfortable and nice, but I'm cheap and also lazy, and so I usually go for just comfortable.
Now, that's not to say I'm upset with the way I've come across over the past four years; on the contrary, I think I did myself a lot of good. I've toned some things down and made other things stronger, and I LIKE the changes. But again, I wasn't really going around creating new pieces of personality for myself, even if nobody except me knew that.
Hmm. I seem to have lost my train of thought, and with it whatever point I was going to make. Something about "everybody should be themselves, regardless of what that means for them in their soul!" You know, an appropriate, Disney-esque sort of thing.
I'm sure you can come up with something on your own, which means I don't have to sit here coming up with a witty way to end the post. Woohoo.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)