On The Subject Of New Speakers (Again)

February 26, 2008
Mood: Apathetic?

My classmates have no sense of moderation.

One moment they're abusing the new sound system with their blasted rap music, then suddenly they start playing Celine Dion!

Oh shit! They're back to rap music! >_<; I have to evacuate quickly!

I am attempting to go temporarily deaf. Any suggestions?

Help me!!!

New Speakers And The Hunt For The Urahara Poster

February 25, 2008
Mood: "waiiiiiiii"

I'm sitting in the hallway again.

I had to evacuate from the classroom because some of my classmates started blasting their blasted rap music from the new sound system.

I want an Urahara poster!!

'waiiii!!!

I've been hunting for one since I finished my anime coma the other day.

I must find one. Otherwise I'll die. Yes, yes I will die!!

Oh Urahara, you sexy beast! You deserve to have shrines built in your honor!

Hmm... perhaps I should start a new religion. Urahara-ism? Uraharaian? Uraharanism? Uraharasm? (That rhymes with Caroline's favorite expression... hmm...)

I'll take Uraharanism.

For he is God. And if God is half as smexy as Urahara, then I shall do my best to get to heaven!!

'waiiii!!!

3 AM Anime Coma

February 18, 2008
Mood: making this face -- :3

It's nearly 3 am.

I am watching Bleach episode 22.

This is the second night of my anime marathon.

I lurve it!! :D or rather; ^_^;;

Oh dang, I've nearly forgotten the peaceful fuzzy feeling anime gives me. I've also nearly forgotten the way I speak to myself while watching anime.

Now I want a plushie. A Kon plushie.

And I now have three more people added to my bishounen list. They are as follows:

- Kurosaki Ichigo (why of course!!)
- Urahara Kisuke
- Ishida Uryuu

I find Ichigo ten times hotter when he's in Shinigami garb.

And Urahara-san is just hot, no matter what he wears. Or does. He's hawt!!

Inoue has HUGE melons. No shite.

I would rant more, except I'm distracted by Bleach. And aww, Subata's crying. Anyways, my goal is to finish season 1 before 5 am. Or whenever. I'm just going to finish it today, before I sleep. Then I'll sleep, and wake up, then eat, then start watching again. xD Never-ending cycle! Yoshi! I should probably buy some Pocky and Mountain Dew while I'm at it. wOOt!!

I can't even look away from the screen, cause I'm watching the Japanese version with subtitles. I do understand a bit now though, thanks to ze Japanese lessons. ^^

Urahara is really hot. I mean really REALLY hot. So is Ichigo, but... sorry Ichigo, I'm leaving you for Urahara. I mean you're hot and all in Shinigami garb, but waiii...

And for the record, I have lost all respect for Ishida. Damn you. You're just like Tokiya-kun from Flame of Recca, but at least Tokiya didn't lose all trace of dignity when he lost.

PIGGIE!!!

*cough* nevermind.

And yes. Shame on you, Ishida. Shame on you. Comic relief, I understand, but dang! If you're going to project an aura of self importance all the time, at least keep it up!!

I am seriously going back to my roots. I should start kissing my money goodbye, because I know I'll be using it on anime paraphernalia again.

I want a Kon plushie. I am quite happy with my Kurama plushie though.

Fine then. A Bleach poster would suffice.

I wish there were anime cons in Norway. But sadly, there are none. If there are any, then I'm not hearing about it. It's sad.

I should stop now. I'll rant more when I wake up from this Bleach-induced coma. I should find time to write before I get in a Death Note induced coma again.

[Edit: Crap. It's 3 am. I'm sleeping at 5 am again. Nyuu~]

Wasting Time

February 14, 2008
Mood: bored

I just finished a math test, and am sitting right outside the classroom. The hallway is silent. If it weren't for the lights, I'd say it was kinda spooky. I enjoy watching the people in my math class go out one by one. I don't know why.

I have 20 minutes to spare until the break. So I guess I should say I have 35 minutes before gym class.

I am bored.

Ah, I just noticed, it's le Valentines Day. Thankfully they haven't made such a big deal of it here at school. In my old school of elementary days, we had to make blasted paper cut-outs of the diapered angel dude floating around shooting people with his potent arrows.

I am seriously bored.

I don't want to have gym today. But hey, I *never* want to have gym. But I have to, sadly.

Oh wow! One more application request on Facebook and I can finally use the "ignore all" button again! Hurrah! This is the one time that I actually want someone to send me an app. request. xD

We saw a movie today in English class - "Rabbit-Proof Fence". It was about 3 Australian Aboriginal children who were forcibly taken from their mothers and brought to one of them settlements.

Allow me to say now that I absolutely, relentlessly, irrevocably HATE our ancestors.

Or wait.

I like the Greeks. Love them to death (no pun..). I like the Romans too. And the Egyptians. Fine then! So I don't hate them. But I disapprove strongly of their utter ignorance.

I'm learning more and more of the atrocities committed by the white people in the past. Of course rage bubbles over me, and then it quickly turns into despair. What can I do? Those people are already dead. The people they treated wrongly are also dead. Descendants from both parts only have a vague idea of the injustices their forefathers dealt with. What else is there to do but move on and ensure that the evils of the past will not happen again.

There are noises from the other room. Are people arguing?

I'm eavesdropping.

But it sounds more like enthusiastic class environment. Bahh...

What was I saying now?

Oh. That. Well yeah, really. I'm done.

10 minutes until break. I better find some other place to sit, otherwise I'll be trampled alive!!

I better go. People are starting to pour out into the hallway. I must look like a tramp sitting here... er, a tramp-beggar, not a tramp in the Irish sort of way.

Ciao.

And do not kill the flowers!! Leave them be and keep the chocolates for yourself!

To Babble Or Not To Babble

February 11, 2008
Mood: (T_T)

This blog post is going to be unstructured.

I like cheese.

There are too many delusional people in the world. Sasquatch playing the role of a God? We are in dire need of optometrists, I swear.

Chris Rock cracks me up. Same goes for Ellen DeGeneres. I love Ellen. Go her!

I find it funny/annoying that when I actually want to talk to people, they are NEVER online. What's up with that?

My teacher saw me opening this website today. He realized that I had a blog, and looked soooo interested. I'm bracing myself for the moment he asks for my blog URL, since it already happened with a different teacher last year. On one hand I want to delete all the incriminating posts, but on the other (winning) hand, I don't really give a flying shit because it's my blog. Hurray for freedom of speech!

Friendster wants to be MySpace. Now it wants to be Facebook. MySpace wants to be Facebook. It doesn't give a rat's ass about Friendster. Facebook doesn't really care about either two.

Rock balancing is great.

Sylvester Stallone's arms are disgusting.

I like potato chips.

I resurrected my second shot at NaNoWriMo and read it. I'm pretty impressed, really. If that story had been written by someone else, I'm sure I'd be nagging them day and night for an update. But as it turns out, I'm the writer, and I know that no matter how much I nag, I'll never listen to myself. I'm just like that.

Chinese food kicks ass. I love Chinese food.

My new-ish teacher seriously has the same voice as Umbridge. It's kind of irritating.

Why is no one online?

Ah well. Ciao.

PS: Valentine's day is coming up. Prepare for a rant... or not.

PPS: I actually thought the protest against Scientology would garner more media attention. I'm actually kind of disappointed, cause I was so stoked about it. But ahh... I guess media people are just plain sissies. They'll gladly cover Lindsay Lohan throwing up at rehab, but the protest against Scientology? Nooooooo....