Uncreativity

I want to be extremely unclassy now, but I'm not to the point where I could still live with myself for it.

It may just be the weather, but I'm starting to feel like this place is a place that I wouldn't mind making my place at. Admittedly, I've been thinking a lot about where I belong and so on, but I never really considered New Jersey as it. . . Because, well, it's New Jersey. Still, I know a few people around, have something of a small reputation, and so on. I suppose this means that I'm more comfortable here than I have been in awhile, but I could find that somewhere else too. Who knows.

Alternatively, this means that I should move to Singapore, so I can enjoy warm weather all the time if it helps my mood out this much. But, until then, I think I will plan on doing some app writing and editing out in the sun tomorrow if it's still there.

Also, in celebration of the sunshine: Electric Light Orchestra - Mr. Blue Sky.

I unintentionally fixed my sleep cycle. . . Now, what do I do with myself?

Okay, time to focus! Time to accomplish some goals!

- Get back on track with New Year's goals by next month. No excuses.
- And another job by then, too.
- Government will be paid off by May. End story.
- Go to a concert! Sometime this year!
- Get registered for a program at ACCC.
- A tune-up for my car before my birthday.
- Crash Kim's graduation. No excuses.

I feel like this list should have been much longer. . . Anyway, I think I have a masterful idea for the concert and to fix my problem with my cellphone charms. See, I can't afford to go to Otakon and pay for a room and all that. But if I went down for one day, then I could hit up the dealer's room, go to the concert, get to see everyone, and only miss one day of work. And, frankly, a fifty-dollar pass for all that is worth the money since most concerts run about that high anyway! Clearly, this plan cannot go wrong. I need to tune in to who is coming and see if I want the first or second day concert now.

Okay. I ship it.

This fandom is too awesome already!!

( DROP MEME-THING + WHINING + PUNCH ME SIGN )

IN OTHER NEWS! Yeah, work has gotten entirely hilarious. Apparently, Corinne, my favorite boss' slightly inept daughter, is having a party for St. Patrick's Day and has been charged with bringing girls to it. And she is fretting so much over it!! And she invited me. . . Repeatedly. . . Despite my listing precisely why my family doesn't celebrate yet another holiday. Now, I asked if this guy was going to be there and she said yes. So, me and a few of the other girls at work almost want to stop by just to witness the train wreck kind of. (Kind of bitchy, but keep listening!) Me, personally? I just want to go there to knee a guy in the balls. ♥

Apparently, I am the token "lesbian" of the crew. Now, my mother ripped me a new one for telling the girls that I had a girlfriend when I started. But I was all shiny and happy and not calling her my, uh, best friend. And all of them are fascinated by the thought. (Gets better, wait.) So, Corinne somehow ended up chatting up about me with this guy. And he was like REALLY? I consider this a challenge. Then, she said I was "going for guys lately", and he was like OH NEVER MIND NO CHALLENGE. :( . . . I don't. Really approve of being seen like this. First of all, statistically, I have dated three guys to one girl. If we're really going to break down to labels, like I loathe to do, then I am bisexual, not a lesbian. So, I would like to teach this guy something new. Second of all, I do not understand this confusion running rampant in the work place about The Gay. They are all under the impression that it is something that comes from your genes. Oh, no, never could it be a personal choice! Because So-and-So is in a family with three siblings and two of them are gay, so it must be biological.

. . . Really? Really? Fuck you, guys. What is biological is a pre-disposition for cancer, or red hair, or body type! Not your sexuality. I can accept to a degree that this breaks down to nature vs nuture. I bat for nuture side most of the time! Yeah, that family could just be more accepting or thousands of other factors. But I consider that it might be something else, who knows! But that they can't even fathom that fact kind of annoys the shit out of me. And this brings me right around to my annoyance to the gay community! Now, I am super-proud of them fighting for their rights and so on! Yes, carry on! But the school I came from? The gays were limited exclusively to the theatre crew, headed by a German teacher that was Effemiate. I have kind of accepted that this was a limited exposure and am slightly willing to get over it, but I also kind of want to slap every gay man that has a limp wrist and an over-exuberant personality. GUYS, YOU ARE PLAYING INTO STEREOTYPES, STOP THAT. It makes the idea of The Gay even more foreign, and oddly more acceptable and palatable to people! I mean, clearly, they act so strange and different that they can't be hetero-normal. Nnno. Yes, people are allowed the personal choice to estrange or integrate themselves. But I would prefer integration and acceptance rather than rebelling which is what my theatre group did. They wanted to be gay to go against the grain and piss off their parents, not because they could accept loving someone of the same sex. And it's these kinds of people that make public acceptance so damn hard! I don't need the public to approve of what I do, no, but I would prefer that people be educated by real people and situations then by television and stereotypes which enforce all the wrong information. Just, ugh, the fact that the girls at work place bets on this one kid that comes every week turning out to be gay annoys the shit out of me. It feels like there is no side of the damn fence to be on.

It's a sad thing when I would repeatedly choose to breed anger and hate rather than talk to someone.

To the Kristen who will be awake in five hours: Do that post about your job and its issues with the gay, loool.

It seems lately that every establishment we go to is playing The Best of The 1980's on its music station. Which led to this lovely interaction:

Brother: Man, all this 80's music makes me want to go out and run people over.
Dad: .............................................................................
Me: Haha, yeah.
Dad: ...................................................................................... [looks at me]
Me: Vice City.
Dad: Oh, gotcha.

:|b

Also, I had a Percy Jackson and the Olympians dream last night. I... have neither read nor seen Percy Jackson and the Olympians. I wonder what my subconscious is trying to tell me.

Okay, it may that I've been away too long, all my accounts are dead, the app coming up, or what have you. . . But I have been in a weird roleplay mood all of a sudden.





I don't know how to put it, tactfully and in words alone. Really, I feel like dropping everyone but Kino and Akito.

Hey, hey. Not everyone one of us set out to be masters with intricate understandings of combat systems. Some of us only know that as long as you stay alive and keep hitting something, what you are fighting will eventually die in every game there is! So, do not knock me for getting things done, if not efficiently.

—Oh, wait, I forgot this was untrue as you should not fight summons to win them. Clearly, I missed the memo where the point was to kill shit in the face at all time. Me and Lightning are unimpressed, just saying.

I'm reading gay manga, man.

Oh, St. Augustine. You would, in fact, be my favorite city in all of Florida if it weren't for things like your Catholic churches having large fake grave markers that litter your entire front and back lawns with a sign that says, "CEMETERY OF INNOCENTS: in memory of every child that dies from abortion" along with multiple billboards condemning women's rights surrounding your otherwise beautiful town.

As it stands, Key Largo is beating you out by just a smidgen. Have more of those spicy tea shops and Spanish bakeries and we'll talk.

Story: Two old guys get back together after being separated for several years. One has a family of three brothers that he looks after, and the other adopted a child off the streets. Naturally, antics ensue. . . And the adopted child and youngest child end up falling in love with each other too. \o/

Why You Should Read It: Domestic stupidity, and relationship stupidity.

In Order: Mainichi Seiten, Kodomo wa Tomaranai, Children's Time, Kodomo no Iibun, Aki-chan no Iibun, Isoganaide, Hanaya no Nikai de.



. . . Okay, seriously, it's gay manga and completely shoujo, but I've only run into one sex scene in about five volumes. It's seriously just hilarious watching a house full of guys be dumb and stupid and awkward around each other as a familyyy. Also, I love Shuu and Mayumi something fierce. They're seriously hilarious and awesome characters that aren't full of tropes and thus are really unpredictable in a fun way. Also also, the art isn't beautiful, but it's very simple and nice. Seriously, I love it a lot in its simplicity.

Following on the heels of this post, we have decided to lower icons on free accounts, but down to 50 not ten. The change will still occur on April 1st. We need to encourage people to buy paid accounts and extra icons, and this is a step in that direction. However dropping down to ten might have been seen as too large a loss, so we reached a compromise.

There will be more efforts made to encourage more money coming in to the site, as well as things to improve the site's looks and functionality, as we have time to implement them.

Thank you for your suggestions so far; they are being considered and taken to heart.

-- staff_shell

Holy shit this show it is of my dreams. DRAG AND LESBIANS AND ACCIDENTAL LESBIANS AND ACCIDENTAL HET AND IKEMAN AND YES PLEASE.

They are all such magical sparkly unicorn princes(ses) and I am so so so so happy right now omg. This is ridiculous. It's like Hana-Kimi if Hana-Kimi were about POP SINGERS and Mizuki was a triplet.

THE MOST AMAZING SHOW.

I am hereby gay for it.

Nnnnegatives:

- Okay, I'm into the second disc, and I still fail to see what is going on!! Like, as soon as the game started, I started remembering that six part breakdown of Star Wars where they say that you need someone who is your straight, average man to question everything you don't get! . . . I am without him, and I don't understand anything that is going on. I think the cast also has no idea what the fuck is up, so that gives me a little piece of mind.

- Also, where my free-roam at?! I want to level whore and all that good stuff, but it. . . Doesn't exist. And I can't make money. And my equipment all blows. :'(

- Seriously, I have trouble thinking of this as a Final Fantasy game. It's like a metal slide that has been coated in heinous amounts of oil. TOO DAMN SMOOTH. Not that smooth is bad, but I can't focus on it with all the smoothness sometimes, good lord.

- WHY SO LINEAR?! Really, I do not need to be lead by the nose. Let me explore, goddamnit!

Positives!!1!:

- I spend 100% of the time cooing at and cheering for Lightning. Holy balls, it's like Ashe with 80% less introspection and 200% more badass. I CANNOT COPE WITH THIS. Ahhhh, this woman is wonderful and such a goshdarn mommy and tsundere and—!!

- Aside from Snow, I love the rest of the cast! They are a really quirky crew of characters together, but they jive. . . Or, at least, keep me interested. Vanille and Hope are absolutely adorable, and Shaz is so very wonderful. THANK YOU FOR BEING A WONDERFUL COUNTERPOINT, MAN.

- What little I understand, the story seems. . . Good? I'm not feeling any hits to the heart yet, but the concept seems super awesome, just awkwardly done.

- This battle system, ahhh. I did not think auto-pilot fighting could be done better than XII. . . Okay, that's kind of a lie, but they managed to make it different and engaging. So, you actually have to play the game which is the point!! And I am okay with that!!

OVERALL SO FAR: This shit better get explained and interesting as the disc goes on, because as much as the characters and system rocks. . . If I get stuck, then it loses all point.

On Friday, Garrett got his new car.

Today, Garrett got into an accident and ruined his front end.

. . . I think he may kill me in my sleep if I go buy him some gold star stickers, but I really think I need some for our boy wonder.

Not a secret: I love Romance of the Three Kingdoms. Also not a secret: Ikkitousen used to be the most hilarious high school AU of said RotK, albeit 90% gratuitous T&A. But then the manga retconned most of itself, and the second anime jumped a shark! ... Which the third anime then punched in the face!

But okay, so what is the point of this trip down memory lame?

Why that would be the fourth anime, set to launch in a few weeks: Xtreme Xecutor. Promo!

WHAT I DON'T HATE ABOUT IT: Rikuson showed up. For a whole two seconds. She hasn't added anything to either of the two animes she was in before (Dragon Destiny and Great Guardians), but I have to live in hope that one day Japan will remember her gay crush on Ryomou and animate her leaping into Ryomou's boobs.

But everything else is shit! I don't even know what is the worst part: That I know Sonken will be returning (HA HA HA what), or that Ten'i is somehow alive and well. If I had to pick right this minute though, I would pick Ten'i and here is why: ( spoilers I guess )

And with that said I will wind up watching this anyway. My lust for how bad this series can actually hate itself is shameful, yes, but also a trainwreck from which I can never quite pull away.

• I have had no luck on the second job front which is very disappointing! At this point, I am running out of places to apply to in the local area. . . Bonterra? Acme? I should probably hit up the Walk and mall this week.



• I am financially tight as a steel cable wire right now, but the lure of XIII is too strong. I love how I am tsundere for Squeenix as I revolted against XII until about October where I suddenly became madly in love with it. . . Yeah, I just recently went dere for the latest one. Also, I enjoy the thought of jumping from XII to IX to XIII.



• Oh, except, I have five accounts going out right now. Thankfully, I really don't feel like renewing them at all. So, I see it as a perfect opportunity to spam with Akito and Kumar without shame.



• On IX, whoever designed the Desert Palace is burning a special circle of hell, I hope. It was the first instance of screen fuckery that made me throw a controller at VII. Other than that, Dagger, you are my homegirl, stop sulking and kill bitches. It helps with emo, I promise.



• I have been craving ramen like crazy, so I may be making a day trip to either Mitsuwa or NYC sometime this month, hopefully. I am tempted to go for NYC, because Book-Off ought to have Kino novels and I can hit up a second-hand bookstore to load up on lots of cheap books. . . Which would require me knowing what to even get. More Joanne Harris and Barrie? Alice in Wonderland? House of Leaves, at last?



• Everyone needs to stop drifting to DW. I may have to actually make an account over there, for serious. Are you really going to put me under the stress of flipping through my music to find a user name? Are you?



• I am so confused by having net on this computer again. (Three days!!) . . . I should celebrate with Supernatural. Or something.

This journal has been officially exported to perrito on DW. I might still pop in to do random bitching every so often, but for the most part what used to go here will now go there.

Last night, I spent two hours walking home in the cold and dark, scared numerous times by my own breath. Well, I have learned my lesson! I am never going anywhere without my keys and wallet again. . . Or with my mother.