Tuesday, May 20, 2003
09:12 p.m.
...!
I just watched the series finale of Buffy, and ...! I mean, ?!@#!%@#$!@#?! OH MY GOODNESS.
So yeah. I've been watching Buffy since the first season. I saw the movie roughly two to three years before the series even started. Buffy is probably the only series that I have seen all the seasons of, so even though I watch a lot of crap now, it has a place in my heart. So, I vowed to myself that I would watch the last episode if it KILLED me, and now that I've seen it... !#@!%(!@$
SPOILERS AHEAD. DON'T READ AHEAD IF YOU DIDN'T SEE IT, BUT YOU'RE PLANNING TO.
SERIOUSLY, BIG SPOILERS AHEAD.
ARE YOU EVEN READING THIS?
NO ONE EVER LISTENS...
...WHY DOESN'T ANYONE LISTEN? THE FIRST SUCH INCIDENT OCCURED IN MY Y0UTH, WHEN I WAS BUT A CHILD...
...BUT WE CALLED THEM TRUNDLERS, WHICH WAS THE STYLE AT THE TIME...
... AND WAS NEVER SEEN AGAIN. HUH? SPOILERS? OH YEAH. SPOILERS AHEAD. DON'T SAY I DIDN'T WARN YOU.
They killed Anya!@# AND Spike! How could they?!@ Anya was the coolest! I mean, she was so BLUNT and fun to listen to!@# And so former demon-y and out of touch with humanity! NOOOO!@# *wails* *sobs many bitter tears* *creates a shrine for Anya out of pocket lint, even though she's a fictional character and can be revived throught the magic of fanfiction (yay!)!*
But aside from that, it was pretty cool, aside from a few things I didn't understand. I thought Buffy was fatally wounded. Guess I was wrong. Meh. And was that thing really a scythe? I thought it looked more like an axe... And where did Willow find that spell...?
I miss Anya and Spike... Although Spike's actor sounds funny when he speaks normally. I miss them. Andrew's fun though.
Saturday, May 17, 2003
09:14 p.m.
Waiting. Today was the ultimate test of my patience. I spent most of the day, standing in lines waiting today, and I'd like to think it was worth it.
Went to an anime convention today. I was pretty excited (excitement EXPLOSION!) since it was the first time I've ever been to a convention, but I had no idea of what to expect. So I woke up at 8:00 and crawled out of bed. I ate breakfast, watched a bit of TV, and was out the door by 8:45.
Joan's house was the first stop, so we stopped by her house to pick her up. After ringing the doorbell twice, I was greeted by her grandmother, and was told that Joan hadn't woken up yet. So I waited for about ten minutes while Joan got ready and we hurried into the car to get to B's house.
On route to B's house, my dad got lost and forgot how to get to B's house. We ended up being a TAD late. So we picked B up, and we were off! And after half an hour of driving, we arrived.
Our first reaction was amusement. After all, how would YOU react if you saw a man wearing fake wings on his back, wearing a red shirt with white pants and a sword, pretending to be Van? We saw A LOT of cosplayers today. A lot of them seemed to be the sma ecouple of characters. I saw a lot of Rikkus and Yunas... or maybe I was just seeing the same four people over and over again... Oh well. There were a lot of interesting costumes.
I bought a Guilty Gear X draft sketches book. ^_^ Now my freakishly strange obsession with everything GGX has been strengthened! Now I can can draw my favourite characters (Johnny! May! Dizzy!)accurately! Now I realize that my Johnny picture is a bit off...
Anyway, despite the fun-ness of the day, there was some bad to counteract it. My Go(sh). Conventions are all lines. I spent the first half hour or so, waiting to register. Later, we spent a lot of time waiting to get autographs (more on this later). I swear, my feet are really, REALLY tired. Grahhhhh.
And the autographs. The Gundam Wing cast were signing autographs, and we thought, "Cool! Let's get some". We thought we were being smart by lining up half and hour early, but then we noticed the line had already stretched across the room, and almost into the other. We thought, "Oh, that's okay. They'll be signing for an hour. That's alright".
So we waited. And waited. And waited. The line didn't really move at all, and we started to worry. After all, the hour was almost up. When we FINALLY got close enough to the entrance so that we could see it, there were rumors that it was closed. By then, B and my sister had left to find more stuff in the Dealer's Room, so Joan and I were kind of blinded in rage. Only KIND OF, of course. Still, we stayed in line, just in case the rumors were false. Finally the head of Security came out and told us that there was good news, and some bad news. The good news was that most of the cast had agreed to sign for another hour. The bad news was that Kirby Morrow, Saffron Henderson, and Mark Hildreth had to leave because they had something to do. Well, I thought, "Aww... I really wanted to see what they look like in person, but I can settle for Brian Drummond, Scott McNeil, David Kaye, and Brad Swalie. They're pretty cool too."
So we waited. And waited, and waited. Until finally, they told us that they couldn't stay anymore. So by then, I had waited roughly two to three hours in line, and I was getting peeved. Then, they told us that at 3:30, they would start a line for Hikaru Midorikawa. So we waited around for that line to start, and when it did, it took the longest hour of my life to wait for it to start moving. I ended up getting his autograph, but aughh...
So yeah, that was the convention. Afterwards, we gave Joan a lift home before stopping off at the cemetary to plant some stuff. Then we went to a restaurant to pick up some take-out, and we went home.
Right now, my legs and feet are burning, but if given the choice, I'd do it again. :D
Friday, May 16, 2003
09:33 p.m.
I can't believe how injury prone I am. I mean, it takes a special kind of klutz to get a scar from brushing against a shelf, or get a bruise and a numb arm from walking out of a classroom, but I still manage to pull it off. Yet today, I managed to out do myself.
I took a nap after school today, and woke up at around 5:00. Instead of getting up though, I decided to stretch a bit, and so I stretched my legs while lying in bed. Some how, I managed to pull my right calf, and it hurt. A lot.
So there I was, lying in bed with a horrible pain in my right calf. I wanted to shout and whine, but I didn't. Instead, I started rolling about in pain. Of course, my bed was all cluttered by my blankets and plushies, so I couldn't really roll anywhere, so I was rotating in one spot. Picture that for a second, someone lying on their bed, rolling in spot, grimicing in pain.
So anyway, it hurt for several minutes, and was numb and stiff for a while afterwards. I had to limp around the house for a while. Its a bit better now though. Boy do I feel stupid.
My computer has been particularly impudent lately. I am getting frustrated by its insolence.
And now I leave you with an interesting quote I found in a fanfiction:If a little boy kills a puppy and knows what he’s doing, we call him cruel. If a little boy kills a puppy and doesn’t know what he’s doing, we call him stupid. It makes no difference to the puppy: he’s still dead.
There's something about that quote that I find oddly appealing.
Monday, May 12, 2003
08:20 p.m.
I STAB YOU. STAB. STABBITY STAB. STAB STAB STABBITY.
Oranges are the most conceited fruit out of them all. Damn those oranges. Damn them to the fiery pits of heck!@ Oranges, when will you ever learn?
Damn it! I can't have competition for PACEr fanficton! I'll be blown out of the water! A pox on you Jessica! Curse you and your superior writing skills, and a curse on the ass-suckage that is my fanfic!... I'm your biggest fan.*screams*
I need .hack//INFECTION. The sequel came out already. I will die a cold and hollow shell if I don't get it. BLARG!@ Video games, why have you forsaken me? Why, oh why, do the .hack video games come in four parts? *wails*
This blog entry brought to you by exhaustion. Ironically enough, it isn't even late. I need my nap darn it.
Friday, May 9, 2003
08:14 p.m.
Damn, my blog is ugly. I need to prettify it. "Jazz it up", if you will. I need to make it unsurpassed in beauty, so that it will cure physical ailments when looked at. Even small children will stop crying when they look upon its spendour.
Like I know how. *snort*
Anyway, lots of people weren't at school today. Aky and I were all alone and left to fend for ourselves, so we took a blood pact. Not really blood per se... more like a red line in pen, but it was symbolic! We are now blood siblings! Hurrah!
We got to watch Bill Nye in science today! The very first one of the year. I'm kind of surprised we hadn't seen one until now. Oh well.
Afterwards, Ms Bawks made a loon noise, and we were all like, "WHOA!@#" Then she was surprised and said, "I never taught you guys how to do a loon call?" And after we told her that she didn't, she taught us how to sound like loons. Of course, a lot of us (us being fourteen people) didn't get it, so we spent ten to twenty minutes blowing into our cupped hands. Ms Bawks laughed at us because we were so stubborn. *sniff* The people who DID get it kept on doing it and Ms Bawks was worried that we would annoy the school with it. Us? Annoying? Pshaw! Only three people got it anyway. Tim, Scott, and Nicole.
I wrote PACEr fanfiction! Coming soon to TPC! Or maybe not! I might not even finish it. I'll probably abandon it after a chapter or two, but I'm pleased with what I got now. Hurrah!
Monday, May 5, 2003
11:22 p.m.
So, nine people from our class left to go to Queens. I bet they think they're too cool for us. To quote one Derrick Zoolander, "you think you're too cool for school, but you're not!" Or something of the like. Ditchin' us to hang with a cooler crowd eh? Well we don't need you! WE DON'T NEED ANYBODY!
...Ahem. Anyway, unless Sensei-san got another padapoopywan (he might be cheating on me!), apparently one of my previous entries had some form of rhyme with a trochaic tetrametre. Huh. I'm a poet, AND I DIDN'T EVEN KNOW IT! HAR HAR HAR!
...Excuse me while I go crucify myself for making such a horrid pun.
We were talking about kids today in English, and we started talking about our grade five antics at St. Justin. Man, were we ever violent. Loads of fun, we had. Man, those were the days. Now I'm old and shrivled. Speaking of English, I should probably work on mine now, since I didn't before. I'm such a pudding head. A violent pudding head, but a pudding head nonetheless.
It's thundering out. It's soothing.
Wednesday, April 30, 2003
09:04 p.m.
Tomorrow's going to be BIG I tells ya. I can feel it in my bones. Maybe it's because I'm presenting my English CPT tomorrow, and being the lazy pudding head that I am, I haven't written my outline yet. Maybe if I'm lucky, I'll suddenly explode, just before I present, and my ghost would be forever trapped in the school, doomed to spend an eternity in the ugly beige and pink halls. Only if I'm lucky of course.
Tomorrow is also my sister's birthday! Yay Sister! Boo becoming OLD. I already got my sister her pwesents. I think she likes them. But, er... we sometimes don't celebrate her birthday ON her birth date, for reasons I would rather not disclose right here. Um. If you know me well enough (If KT read this, I'd look at her), you'd know why, but since most of you met me a while later, you probably don't, so uhm... yeah. If you'd like to know, you should probaly ask me directly, as opposed to finding out though someone else. Anyway, I don't think a lot of people know, but I'd prefer if you asked me instead of someone else anyway. In person. It's something that brings up a bit of awkwardness, so I tend to avoid the subject. If you read my blog REALLY carefully, you might have picked it up by now. So... yeah. Ask me if you want to know...
On a different note, it was a bad idea to ask most of you to sign my arm. My arm was all pen covered by the end of the day. B, I can't get some of the ink you got on my arm out. The ink's practically in the follicle now. I can't wash it out, even though I scrubbed till my arm was red. I think I'm gonna die.
And while on the topic of B, I still think you picture of the deer kicks ass. YOU ARE A GENIUS B@!# A FREAKING GENIUS!@# I'M YOUR BIGGEST FAN!@# Along with KT's, Joan's, Aky's, Danielle's, Jessica's, Sensei-san's, Matthew's, Sa Sa's...
Sunday, April 27, 2003
07:53 p.m.
The most interesting thing happened today. I was playing Guilty Gear X2 while my sister was watching a DVD, when the doorbell rang. My sister, seeing as how I was preoccupied, paused her DVD and got up to answer the door. She opened the door, and to her surprise, there were two men there, proclaiming the wonders of the Bible.
My sister said that they recited the Bible at her*. I turned the volume down on my TV, but I still didn't hear much, but my sister said that something of the like was said:
???: Did you know Jesus commands us to LOVE one another? It's an actual commandment! We should be willing to DIE for one another.
My sister: Uh...
???: Don't you think that the world would be a better place if we loved each other unconditionally?
My sister: ...[nods]
???: And do you know what people do nowadays?
My sister: [slowly]...they hurt each other...?
???: [agrees] They KILL each other...
One of the mystery men continues to talk about war, and how my sister should read the Bible, before introducing himself as Joel, or some such. He gave my sister a pamphlet and left, claiming that they would be visiting next door should sshe have any questions. And so they left, two of the strangest men to ever come to our door.
When my sister came back, both of us were snickering. My sister because she found those men odd. I was laughing because I was imagining what their expressions might have been like if they had heard the sound effects from my game. You know, like the screaming from dying characters, squishy noises from slashes, and the loud "DESTROYED" that's bellowed out when I perform an instant kill. They might have worried some.
My computer is starting to worry me. It restarts and turns off on its own. That alone would be enough, but now the mouse cursor moves on it's own, and the blasted thing is incredibly slow. Bah. And now my sister's computer is starting to do the same. Excuse me while I fret over the situation.
And pop-up ads for pop-up ad blockers are annoying and very ironic.
*(I believe the quotes they used were John 15:12-17)
Sunday, April 20, 2003
02:31 p.m.
I went shopping at Markville with my sister and dad yesterday. Sears and other department stores are the bane of my existance. One day, I shall destroy them all! You'll see! [insert evil laughter track #07 here]. Yeah. I detest shopping. Especially in department stores.
Afterwards, we went to Heroes World, simply because I've never been there before. There was a lot of cool stuff there, and I got a new Cowboy Bebop Manga and my sister got a Clover manga. Words cannot express how I feel. Perhaps sound then? Ahem. Eeeee!!@ SQUEEHEHEHEEEEEEEEE!@#!@%$ Sound it out. That was exactly how I felt.
Then we went downtown. I usually don't like going downtown. It took a very long time to get there. There was some accident, and a car was turned over on our side of the highway, so what did the cops do? They funneled all of the traffic into one lane. Three lanes all squished into one. Needless to say, it was a long trip.
So we made our way to Chinatown, and stopped at a Chinese mall. There, I bought my Guilty Gear X soundtrack, and my sister purchased a .hack//SIGN soundtrack. Even sound cannot convey my joy. It was a joy EXPLOSION.
While I was in the store, I came across a lot of weird anime stuff. They have anime EVERYTHING. It makes me question who would purchase anime zippos that are $80 or more, or anime tissue holders. In Japan, there is Hello Kitty wine. I bet if anyone slapped the name Guilty Gear X to a bag of potatoes and marketted them as special Guilty Gear X potatoes, people will buy them. Even sadder, I'll probably buy them. Ah, such is the lament of the anime addict.
On a more cheerful note, I think I'm going crazy. I realized that sometimes I forget that people are real. How fun! I usually see people as characters, like those found in videogames, shows, or stories. This, of course, makes me question my own existance since I forget what 'real' is. Am I still playing a videogame? Am I part of the game? Yep, I've been spending way to much time playing video games.
Friday, April 18, 2003
03:00 p.m.
Anyone else excited about the four day weekend? I am estatic. It may not seem that way because of the lack of exclamation marks in this entry, but I really am. Really, I am. Seriously.
I remember what I was going to say in my previous entry now. The stations of the Cross presentation. I never want to see a guy I know in a skirt again. *shudder* DOn't ge me wrong, the presentation itself was okay and the costumes were good, but the Roman soldier ones were a little too good. Blech.
Yesterday was the last day of school before the Easter holidays. B and I went to KT's house, and watched Ringu. It wasn't nearly as scary as I thought it would be. It was still weird and freaky, but I expected to be terrified since I'm such a wimp. Now KT's puppy, HE was scary. He was climbing up B and my legs and was very hyper. The first incident was when KT was on the phone and couldn't stop him so B and I ran around while he chased us, giggling in a crazed manner. Us, not the puppy. At one point, I was running aroung the coffee table with the puppy in close pursuit, while I giggled madly. I am such a wimp.
So anyway, B left first and I followed soon after. I got home and ate and stuff. After eating dinner, I sat down in fornt of the TV, and lo and behold, The Ring was on satalite. well, me being the curious moron that I am, I said, 'Hey! I want to watch!' So my sister, my dad, and I all watched some onf it.
I say some because I eventually changed the channel to watch something else, but what I saw was rally weird. Like before, I wasn't as scared as I though I'd be, but I found the faces of the people who died really disturbing. In retrospect, I think I would be more afraid to find someone dead with a melted face, than to die and HAVE the melted face. Seeing as how I'd be dead, I don't think it would really matter to me whether or not my face was all gooey.
Anyway, the movie was very disturbing, but not as mind numbingly terrifying as I thought it would be. It didn't help that I knew that actress for the creepy girl also did Lilo's voice in Lilo and Stitch. Still, I was on edge for the rest of the night.
So yeah. Anyone else notice that Good Fridays are usually all cloudy and rainy? It used to be a family tradition to go to Niagra Falls on Good Friday, but it would always rain. We stopped going, much to my relief, but it always bothered me that it rained on Good Friday every year. Or maybe I'm just paranoid.
Wednesday, April 16, 2003
10:31 p.m.
Alright, this has got to be the strangest concept for a webcomic ever. EVAR.
I haven't updated in a while. Hmmm. Oh well. Sunday I went to Joan's house to work on our debate. I arrived ten minutes early, and no one was home. When Joan says to be there at 2:00, she damn well means 2:00. Anyways, I stood on her front porch reading a soggy four day old newspaper until she got home, and she promptly laughed at me. *sob*
So I went in, and got settled. We had to wait for everyone else to arrive, so we just floated around for a while. Joan has a new duck plushie! It's soft! Paula and Adeline were the next to arrive. They were hungry, so we made 'snacks'. I placed the word snacks in quotes because they consisted of two instant noodles (chicken flavoured), those microwave food... pocket... things... yeah, two cans of pop, and chips. I may be forgetting something, but I remember we ate a lot of food that day. We were eating junk food thoughout the entire four hours we were there. Most unhealthy.
When Tim arrived, it was decided that we would work outside in the backyard. It was a nice day, and the patio provided a nice place to work. After about ten minutes of ...erm, 'work' Mark joined us, and since the entire group was there, we began to work with renewed vigor.
Basically, Joan sat in her chair while Paula and Adeline provided som points for her to write down, from the floor where they were lying on cushions. Tim and I didn't do much, him on his chair, and me sitting on a patio step. Mark would occasionally point something out from beside me. It was a lazy afternoon. Some time later, Paula decided that she wanted to sit on a chair too, and tried to shove Tim out of his. It didn't work, so they both sat in the chair, Paula sort of sitting on one of Tim's legs, but on the chair at the same time. Adeline then decided that she wanted to sit on something to, and sat on a foot rest and laid back on Tim and Paula's legs. Joan and I looked at each other, and grinned when we started talking about meteor fusion again.
So we worked slowly and casually for a while, and Joan's mom gave us popcorn. I tried to go back inside afterwards, to wash my hands when I noticed that the back door was locked. We spent sometime yelling for Joan's brother to unlock the door for us. He didn't.
Sometime later, the door was unlocked and we continued. After four hours of work, all we had to show for it was a page of arguments, and I had a watch tan. A really UGLY watch tan. A really DEFINED and UGLY watch tan. My skin looks crispy. And not mine-ish. Since I'm usually pale from my hermitting. And my skin is really red now. More so than usual.
So that was Sunday. Monday, we had our science debates, and it was everything I expected it to be. Civilized arguements, if not too long (be concise people! You have two eyes...). Then came the rebuttals. Everyone was screaming at each other, and there were some personal attacks. Yep. Everything I expected. From our class at least.
I took my mask off the mould. Roger (I decided to name him) was a lot thinner than I intended. I think he's going to break.
I think I had more to say, but I've been napping lately, so my sleeping habits are all messed up. My brain is fried. NO SLEEP BRAIN NO WORK GOOD WITHOUT. YO.
Saturday, April 12, 2003
10:19 p.m.
Holy crap, Sensei-san linked me. That means he's been reading my silly babbling. Who else has been reading my blog without my knowledge? That means I might need to add intelligent comments now, so I don't bring dishonour on my Sensei-san's dojo... but probably not. Sensei-san! I'm not really this stupid!...Most of the time!...Well, maybe all of the time!... Okay, I'm dumb as bricks, but don't kick me out of your dojo! Lest I crush myself under a Wall of Shame!
I think I should add a guestbook for anyone interested in leaving a comment. Unfortunately, since I'm really lazy and dumb (see above paragraph), I'm not going to. Instead, I give you this:
: )
Stare at it, and focus your thoughts on a comment. Hopefully, your message will be sent to me via a telepathic link.
Jessica's recent blog entries were dated a day ahead than the acutal time she posted. I believe that she really wrote these entries in the future, and sent them back in time for our blog reading pleasure.
I don't want to work on my science debate. I don't want to work on my english work either. Here's hoping for my soon and speedy death, preferably silly and very ironic. A soon and slow death will also work.
Thursday, April 10, 2003
10:43 p.m.
Thought of the day: Life needs a soundtrack. Lots of mood music, like anxious music for tests, slow depressing music when you're sad, and so on. Sound effects would be nice too. Unfortunately, only you can hear your own soundrack, or else it would overlap other people's music and their music will overlap yours. Mine would be filled with weird music, all mixed in a horrible fashion.
Went on a french trip today, to see a play. As I expected, I didn't get a lot of it, but I still got the gist of the plot. It was about a Doctor that had to present something at an important conference in the hospital he worked in, but found out that he had a son with another woman eighteen years before, and the son is now loose in the hospital with cops looking for him just before. Hilarity ensues when the Doctor, Pierre Martineau I believe, makes up all these lies to cover up the fact that he has a son, and then covers up those lies, and then those lies... lots of crossdressing, singing, dancing and screaming were involved.
It was still funny in an odd way, but a tad long. Dr Hubert Jolie was crazy and silly. There was a lot of innuendos and stuff. Hee hee. All in all, very enjoyable, and it renews my belief that foreign things are weird. And the entire thing was put together by high school kids in a high school. They have a nicer school than us, even if it's all french.
Afterwards, we got to go to Fairview mall for about an hour and a half. Joan took me SHOPPING. And we went into CLOTHING stores. *shrivels* I heartily dislike shopping. I think my soul died a bit in each store. I also went to EB, and browsed for video games, but the ones I wanted were seventy dollars each. *cries* We had lunch at KFC, and Joan bought a Hooverphonic CD she'd been looking for, and was happy for the rest of the trip.
Now I'm tired and sleepy. I'm also listening to J-pop. It makes my heart smile. And fidget... My legs I mean. My heart doesn't fidget. That wouldn't be natural.
Monday, April 7, 2003
11:06 p.m.
I was watching TV today, when I once again witnessed a great injustice. The Trix rabbit was denied cereal once more. Anyone else feel sorry for him? I mean, if all he wants is a bit of cereal (or yogurt), just give it to him already. And there's something wrong with him if he wants that cereal that badly. It's horrible. It's speciesism. Those jerks. Let the rabbit have his cereal! Vive la Revolution!@
Today had a meteor theme. It all began in French, when I commented on how great it would be if a meteor crashed through the roof and squished me. Joan then mentioned that she wanted to get squished too, and said we should be squished together to from a single entity, known as MOMO-JOJO. We giggled for a bit, and then I noted on how the heat from the meteor would literally fuse us together, before incinerating us completely, and there was more giggling after I drew an artist's interpretation. It looked a bit like a sizzling Tamagotchi.
So I continued on this line of thought in English, when I commented to B how horrible it would be if humans didn't have any skin. She said that there would be a lot of bleeding, but I then brought up the issue of scabs. Wouldn't we turn into one, large scab? I went to describe it in more detail, when B made a face at me so I turned to Jessica and continued on my train of thought. She looked at me, Pop-tart in hand, and asked me to tell her after she was done. Well, I waited, and then, when she was done, when on to describe colour and movement, when she told me to be more feminine! Me! The height of girlishness! *belch**scratches butt*
But seriously, I can't imagine myself being feminine. The only time I can envision myself wearing make up is after I'm dead, when they make my corpse look less... corpse-like... for the funeral. On my tomb stone, they're going to write:
MOE
She wore more make up in death
than she did in life
...Or something like that. Me? Feminine? Don't be silly. Although that new Barbie Doll is interesting. I mean, it comes with hair you can pull out of her head! And you can CUT it! I can imagine all the fancy hairstyles eight-year olds will come up with. I am curious as to what one would do when the hair runs our though. Do you have to buy a replacement head? Or maybe you have to open it up to put in refills...
Any matter, later on in the day, I was talking about the meteor thing again with B, when I realized (startlingly!) that The heat of the meteor would also incinerate everyone else in the room, and that would be bad if it happened to the PACErs. She suggested that perhaps I should be in a room full of people I hate so I can incinerate them with me. Unfortunately, if a meteor didn't fall on me, I would be stuck in a room full of people I hate. Hrmph. Oh well, there isn't anyone I really hate anyways. Some I find annoying, but I don't think I actually HATE anyone.
B, thank you for that link on yor Blog. Unfortunately, It doesn't have my poet. *le sigh* I wish a meteor fell on me...
Sunday, April 6, 2003
09:31 p.m.
Two blog updates, one day. Divided by their harsh creator's archiving, they were destined to never to see each other, never to know of the other's existence. A tragic tale of two blog entires struggling to make their way into the world. Will they ever have a happy ending? Will they ever see each other's shining text?
Meh. Probably not.
And now, MOE's ideal day!
1- Remove myself from my energizing port, which recharged my super cyborg components (all made to look like normal limbs and assorted body parts).
2- Go to the bathroom to wash my face, gargle, and perform a tune up on my retractable death ray attached to my arm, as well as on my various weapons and speed/strength/senses enhancing body parts.
3- Go downstairs to eat breakfast, which isn't rice, noodles, or anything Chinese, and down it with milk, not tea.
4- Brush my teeth to get the food crud off my teeth, and get dressed. Clothes include jet-packs, more death rays, and comfortable shoes.
5- Just as I am exiting, I overhear over the radio that school is now obselete because of new machines that you can use to download information directly into your brain. I rejoice.
6- Go out anyway. Aliens/Monsters/Evil Doers are conveniently in the same neighbourhood, trying to take over the world, thus giving me a very good reason to use my death ray. I kick their asses, and am given a LARGE cash reward.
7- Have lunch.
8- Use cash reward to buy all the video games and OSTs and animes I have been wanting.
9- Use the rest of my money to open Mediocretech.
10- Go online to find that all my favourite fanfictions have been updated.
11- Learn to ride a bike. Then learn how to ride a motorcycle.
12- Finish playing all my video games that I have been putting off, only to discover that the companies are making sequels!
13- Have dinner. A non-Chinese dinner.
14- Fight crime.
15- Go home to recharge my cyborg components.
16- Wake up and find that this life is all a dream, and I'm really a junior classman, training to become a SeeD mercenary in Balamb Garden.
That would be a very good day.
But you know what else would be nice? If a truck hit me right... now. Yes. That would be simply splendid.
